battle of starfall

-Your first match should be someone in your tier, or you should try for that anyway.
-Cap 2 suggested for initial matches, but not mandatory. Cap 1 or 0 for follow up matches unless they seem like they'll be close.
-No need to A-Help your results since we have an RPB tracker in the Discord now.

Good luck!
[Narrate]

There are times when the balance can be upset, indeed.

But what he knows better is the fact that he would be meeting those that should not be met on the battlefield.. for while he's come to despise Osrona for all that it has done to him and his people - he still knows that there are those on the battlefield which should not be harmed.

Those he once considered friends..
Or his kin.

And the moment that armies clash, Basil finds himself pre-occupied with encounter of someone he'd expect the least- perhaps, even hoped that he would not meet. Of all people, he hoped that he would meet someone that he'd gladly fight, but..

Kabal? Another Rhoynish?

There's no attempt to hide. There's no attempt to strike from the ambush, or otherwise resort to shady tactics. Instead, Basil comes forth infront of Kabal, the face of the Rhoynish, albeit neutral for the most part..

It is pained.
Because he knows what must happen.

"...Kabal."

The remark is brief, but it is most definitely certain of what it carries; he knows that their conversation would be brief, and that he cannot allow a lengthy debate.

"We do not have to fight."

"If you had been there, if you had seen what Osrona has done to our people - you'd see what Caleb Pelleaux has done to us. What royalty approved in order to harm us." But he's loyal to royalty, is he not?

"They butchered our people, bastardized our culture. They've stolen all that we had - for even after so many aeons, the beauty of Cathedral of Njorun possesses grace unmatched by anything in Osrona."

Yet.. it seems that the stance of the Rhoynish is firm. He's reluctant to engage against one of kin, but he would not relent.

"I have no ill will for you."

"We should be fighting side by side. We should not be divided by those that have destroyed everything for us." A pause. What he speaks next..

It sounds pleading.. but dignified.

"Please."

"Turn back. We can speak more about it later."
(Basil)


Basil?
Of all people?

He was the Rhoynish who he arrested as a Cadet some years ago.
They were both fourteen and his kin had gone down without a fight.
How much things had changed since then..


The stances of neither of them changed, the difference between them was the fact they reinforced their pacts and the deals they had made. Both of them were beginners when they first met, Rhoynish in the city, one belonged there and the other did.


One was adopted by a royal family.

The other was still on the streets.

Connected by blood but separated by story, which would prevail in the battle between the both of them? Words slipped from the lips of Basil, words he had heard so often, as if they were meant to persuade him from Osrona.

He recognized the strength of Basil, the strength of himself, though they both had their dedications, it was what split them both.

"Basil. I remember you. All those years ago, your hand, it was gone. How badly I wanted to help you those years ago, but you have to recognize, I was just doing my job."

"They- I realize everything they did to me. You have to know I was mad and angry every step of the way. How they talked awful about the Rhoynish, called you- Me butchers. We're nothing but bandits and everything in between. The words hurt, they stung and cut me deep,"

"I was threatened with execution by August for raising my fist against Serea, though I didn't raise it against the Lightbringer. I raised it against the woman who called herself my mother."

If he told Basil he went down peacefully, that would have been a lie. How he dealt with being Rhoynish was something that felt personal to himself.


"I'm willing to listen, Basil."

"We both know what we have to do now, though."

Blood pooled and thickened around the giant of an adult. Bulked and larger, some feet taller, calcium and keratin covered him, a massive, hulking Radiant ready to protect those that looked to him for that protection.
(Kabal lux Ambrose)

It's difficult to engage in such.

Truthfully, he would rather not at all.. but it can't be helped, can it? If anything, he's more than certain that neither of them would back away from the conviction that they possessed in situations such as those - and neither of them would be willing to easily budge.

"Know this, however.." A pause, to which he adds.

"--The gate has been repaired."

"No longer the spirits of the fallen Rhoynish will be corrupted by Nethradin, for Caleb Pelleaux has poisoned our spirits a long time ago - a decree approved by royalty."

"They sought not only to destroy us, Kabal, but condemn us to eternity of suffering. Even children - for I've seen Rhoynish Nethradin with silver arm-bands."

He can tell what it meant.. the silver arm-bands would only mean that Osronans spared no one - that their ulterior motive to butcher, to destroy the Rhoynish as a whole would only deepen far beyond physical existence.

They wanted them all to suffer.

"Then we shall speak, Kabal."

"But for now.."

Where the stardust gathers around his frame, it manifests in excess.. as if it could become something that permeates as a purifying light, the star of Alph proving itself to possess a powerful link to the Rhoynish.

"May ancestors watch over you. Let us prove them that the Rhoynish of new age haven't gone soft."

No other words are spoken. He engages..

And clashes his weapon and magic against Kabal.
(Basil)

{RP BATTLE} YOU ROLLED 2 to 4: You've sustained an injury in battle! -20% VIT for 1 year. It's up to you and your opponent to determine the specifics of the injury.




You have received an INJURY from Kabal lux Ambrose:

{RP BATTLE} YOU HAVE ROLLED 2 OR UNDER: You have been captured by your enemy! You are completely at their mercy.

Matched blow for blow by the Rhoynish. The ultimate difference between him and Basil would be the way that they fought. A cyborg Rhoynish versus one of pure flesh and more. Harnessing the very elements that made him the race that he was.

The binds of fire and heat seeped through the cracks in his calcified plating, though it wouldn't last for long. He'd fought in worse, he'd fought in so very worse. From massive golems of stone and metal to those same golems crafted in flesh and occultism.

Muscle brought to the table would be no match against the Radiant of the Order. At least Basil could say that even his domesticated kin was able to upkeep his strength, doing the race proud in that regard.

While not quite living in the exact circumstances that the Lionheart group would have preferred, he was living his life. He was being himself. He had a family. He had friends.

There were people that counted on him. Though because they were Rhoynish, did that make them any different? Lesser people in the eyes of the Radiant? Of course not.

Together, their fists clashed, though Basil began to buckle and heave beneath the raw strength of the Radiant. Forced to the ground through sheer prowess, Basil would find the connective tissues and the like in his hand broken and destroyed for the time being. Injured purely from the deals of their battle, he planted a foot onto one of Basil's arms, pressing down, enough to keep the limb pinned.


"I haven't been slacking.
We're Rhoynish and I still demand the same respect as you."

He exhaled.

"You were a great opponent, Basil."

Though, he had to make things look worse than they were, right? A foot raised threateningly above the head of his defeated opponent, it was prepared to smash downwards and force his heel into the skull of Basil.

Thadria was there to save him, thankfully(?). The intention of killing his kin never existed. Bringing them to Osrona was the same fate, if they were destined for death, he would have dealt such a punishment here.

The foot planted back onto the ground.

"You. You want to save him?"

He grabbed the clothing of Basil and threw him to the side.

"Show me why you'll be the one to save the remnants of our race."
(Kabal lux Ambrose)

Upon arriving on the battlefield, Thadria was met with familiar faces, some she has never acquainted with. Though there was one face that she couldn't possibly hurt. Still, this was war and she had a job to uphold even in the slightest. But, she found a fight that seemed to have already ended, with Basil captured like some prisoner.

If she remembers correctly Basil was a hired mercenary for Myllenoris. It would look bad if he would fall prey to Osrona's imperfect system. "Oh?" Thadria said in question, watching as Kabel did what he did. You could feel the ground shaking and shattering underneath the woman's feet. The energy that filled life, grass and trees, were all bending towards her. Listening to her every whim.

"Kabel, I hope you are not expecting to just walk away with him? You won't get very far, if that is the case." She stated, knowing full well that Basil had meant something to Mars and Alabastre.

Circuits pouring open every second that was used, expanding Thadria's range of power. Forcing heavy loads of mana being pushed around like salad. Thadria's strength begins to grow exponentially as she pushed past her limits.

She waited for a bit of time, collecting and expanding her physical abilities to much further limits. As she continued this process for three minutes, her expansion was complete.

She was about to engage in combat with Kabel for reasons clearly of the war, but as well personal. She hadn't forget all the things that he did to Kai, so that might have been a factor. As she draws her weapon, the large nyeshk blade falls to the ground, damaging the dirt.
(Thadria Apeiros)

It's difficult to keep another Rhoynish down.

For while the flames and explosions were a testament to his own strength, it was simply not enough to overcome and overpower Kabal with it; if anything, the more that they fought, the more that he realized one thing about it all.. it's nigh impossible to upkeep the same level of pressure, especially if he's able to dodge and weave all too often.

And whereas Basil was one to control the battlefield..
Kabal was simply able to defy that.

Burning the man, intending to bring him down as much as they could, such flames were not enough; the gathering of the stardust intended to bring down all of the glory of Alph, the Star of Judgment, upon the body of Kabal, but..

It falters.

There is but a momentary mistake, and it's already enough to put the end to this fighting; the powerful strikes dent and bruise the Rhoynish, enough topin him down to the ground; bleeding, worn out and extremely tired, he'd try to get away, but..

His arm is pinned.

He's unable to get away, and instead, he stares upon Kabal- he fully well expected to even die in this, for when Kabal raised his foot like that for a finishing blow..

"You were never disrespected.."

".. but I can't bear to see you chained."

Is he going to die right here? Where the finishing blow is prepared in such manner, Basil already feels his strength waning..

"Sorry, Kofe, Mars.."

"You'll have to do this alone.."

A weak smile. He closed his eyes, prepared to accept his death - prepared to rejoin his ancestors, but..

There's an unlikely saviour. Whatever happens next? It becomes unknown. He's nolonger in control of this.

He's fallen.
(Basil)