Ascalon V Nyx

[20:22] Sometimes war was a strange way of telling others to prepare, Sometimes it was another warning to save everything they loved dear. Yet to the demon? It..was an opertunity. A new chance at evolution. Sometimes it paid off to be nice, other times...it seemingly was the opposite of what people wished.


Yet what could they offer except for the release of lost souls? By far the demon was none sentimental. The new warchief of Atl...had a long, long road ahead of them. But for now? It would be best to simply make themselves known. What better way to march upon a Dusk war camp.

Bubbling ooze spewed across the ground as the very sky opened up. Stars raining down from above upon nearby buildings as smaller beings of tar escaped its form. Skittering across the field before quite literally exploding upon contact with builds. Somewhere they did say Tar and fire shouldnt mix...and yet here was the natural defiance.

But who knew that the demon was done being idol? Its natural cycle had been distrupted by Tih..and yet he couldnt be a tad bit thankful, He had broken fate the day laemor perished beneath the weight of the stars.

Perhaps anything could be defied, Yet all the demon had to do was test..and continue testing the very limits they held.

"There are new limits left to test....oh little souls..will a champion for you appear? We have long grown tired of waiting...Waiting for peace."
(Nyx)
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[20:43] Bitter, bitter was the drink as it passed through the young woman's lips. The roughly distilled ale only brought a slight hint of satisfaction to ease the Zanders thirst. An emerald hue looked about the simple war-room they'd found themselves in.

Commanding an outpost upon the southern plains. It's rough-hewn stones and palisades erected quickly from the ruins of the old tower of Daybreak. Which had once stood vigil against the threats that arose from the southern jungles and swamps.

A bulwark against the dangers that where poised to destroy her home. Another drink as they refocused upon the war-map before them. Long gone where the advisors who'd been offering their input now it was just she and the map.

Dusk stood proud unbowed, unbent, unbroken as it had been for generations. Yes it was no longer the Dawn of her youth, yes the old royalty had been cast out and the new was monstrous beyond hope. Yet it was her home. The only place she and her family could ever hope to live within without persecution.

It was for this reason the small models that covered the field brought such a disheartening feel to the Paladin. To the south lay the vipers of Briarlocke for now uneasily existing under a ceasefire. To the south-west lay the Gehennans. Savages with a penchant for war that rivaled that of Dusk itself. To the west came the worst foes.

Zealots from Huangzhou and Levengard following angels still enraptured by lies. Closing in the defenses of Dusk looked to be breaking under the assault. As these thoughts ran through her mind a boom shook the earth and sky. One less-experienced may have thought a natural disaster was taking place.

Not so for the Zanders, with a grunt the ale was downed in a single drink. Launching with their whip quickly unclasps they'd burst into the center of the war camp. Quick barking orders brought he lesser magi and legion of non-magi into order.

This was not just any war-camp it was one headed by House Zanders. Each Legionairre bore the mark of the Lien before the Dawn. Each one marched with precision to combat the tar-like beings.

As for the Oscuri their whip cracked like thunder shattering what creatures of tar they came across. Rushing towards the source of the intrusion. They where unprepared to see a demon of tar. Though, it wasn't long before they'd aim their whip at the beast.

"A demon? What're you doing so far from the south? Surely, those Levengard zealots haven't coax'd you all to aid them this far north after betraying every promise of aid against Briarlocke for years?"

The questions where genuine as they escaped the Paladin's lips. Though it was clear as they'd give a sharp battle-cry their form erupting in swirling reika that they weren't there for simple talk.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[20:57] If anything the demons mass didnt turn to face the oscuri. The worse thing about it was the eyes that seemed to float to the survice of the demon. Staring at the oscuri with a slight tilt of their head. Sludge falling off and burning away the very ground the sloshed upon.

Looking at the path of destruction it carved into the very ground around it they simply let out a distorted chuckle. Torn up and twisted from a string of voice boxes that seemingly shouldn't work. But with it there was a bubbling from its own form as something..something seemed to be coming from it.

"Levengard...Huangzhou...we seek no longer the ideals of mortals. We were once stagnated, afraid of fate...afraid to change our very nature, we used to be so very fearful of what the world though of us but an elder showed us what it ment to be truely..normal. No, not normal..unique. We felled Laemor and now briar scramples for revenge yet..they wish to remove themselves from the war? Then WE shall have no holds barred to levengard should they choose to help them. Thera wouldn't dare help the sins lest we return to start..something we promised we would never do."


A gutteral howl sounded as a bubble upon Nyx popped. Spewing thounands upon thousands of rats made of the very tar they held. Even as their very formed became coated in a strange blue glowing light from deep within. Stars drifting through the very being causing even more bubbles to erupt from within. Words seemed to be a thing less than what they were used to. They talked for so long..yet they were simply tired of it all.

"Show us you're fate, show us...how we may break fate once more."
(Nyx)
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[21:31] Amist the burning buildings there was one thing clear in the demons mind. Fate..was warped. It twisted and diverged from all natures. Yet here? All sound was absent. The pulse of void still within them grew to the violence. Even if it caused there form to slush even more. Flinging burning tar at ever chance they got. All the while fate was running through their mind.

Yet..There was a single question, What did ascension truely mean to the kaor of the cosmos? As they flung tar and split at every turn to dodge the cracks of the whip at speeds far too swift for a human to see, They simply relied not on their eyes. Choosing to instead follow the flow of etherial mana that flowed around them and with it? Burning tar rats exploded on their mark.

Yet there was that cursed lingering question. What truely was Ascension They needed...more time, more infomation. Yet it truely didnt feel right. An irritated spare grew within them as they bubbled dangerously close to the oscuri, flying in as they dodged ever slice of the whip...yet they couldnt dodge everything.


But with their last attack it was met with a wave of cosmic fire. Almost as if a star had ignited within the demon as starlight flames poured forth. The heat far too flamible as the very air caught fire to it.

"Let it be known...Fate, has been broken once more yet..we are not satisfied, take this as a lesson to grow. And perhaps then..then you can come and get another chance to defeat fate. For if simple mortals and those so closely stuck to their false lights can't do it..They we, Nyx, King of rats will do what mortals and humans cannot."
(Nyx)
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[21:36] ** Nyx has inflicted an injury upon Ascalon Zanders. ("Slick with Tar", "Due to the oscuri's needlessly close range they were caught in a sudden explosion of tar bubbles from the slime rat. Covering the right arm of the oscuri with ever burning Tar. It would be difficult to move and would leave a few burns afterwards. Nothing that couldnt recover in a week or two's time.", "Temporary", "Duration: Short (1 day)") **
[21:49] "You face a Lion of House Zanders today demon. You'll learn that we're not to be underestimated!"

It was the battle-cry that initiated the fight between the demon and Ascalon. The Oscuri's wrath echoed across the war-camp with the cracking of a serrated whip like thunder. Their lithe form shifting to and fro as the tar came upon them.

Yet, the longer the battle went the more the Zanders struggled to gain the advantage they needed. How could they do it? How could they defeat this monstrous Kaor? The tar as hot and the cosmic star-light flashed sporadically with dazzling pain.

Every second was another moment where they couldn't achieve the dominance that was so needed. What had Saba said to them? Mix their reika with their blood. Force the raw-mana to empower her form?

That was one of the key. All they had to do was achieve it! Taking a breath the warrior focused on the defense. Nimbly dodging beams of radiation and walls of tar. As they focused their reika inwards. Into their body.

The super-charged mana was already a part of them in a way no human could understand. Yet, now at this moment? It was far greater than she'd ever felt. The rush of adrenaline took the mana and coursed it through every part of their form.

Though that was just one method to gain more power, they could also call upon the aid of their father. A soft prayer touched their lips as they prayed for his aid. For the man who'd fought and died for Dawn in a brutal war with Huangzhou and Gehenna. Here and now Ascalon was doing the same.

Perhaps that was why it was so easy to feel the rush of the realm of spirits within her ley-lines? Yes, she could feel the approval of her father. With a rush of spiritual power the Oscuri funneled the blessings of her father.

With a madness born of their very being stretching under the might of concentrated reika shifting inwards. The Oscuri burst into a fiery assault against the pit of tar. Rushing in with their whip crackling, a fist of reika pounding away as they got closer, flasp of great wings keeping them upon the demon.

Yet, it was all to much. Each strike left them more and more burning. Their right arm struck deeply into the tar-beast. Getting caught for just a moment as it burned with irradiated pain.

That's when it happened a wall of fire washing over their form. Burning and tarnishing the defenses of the Oscuri. Thrashing backwards they'd struggle to put out the fires that'd alighted upon their form.

As the demon spoke the Oscuri struggled to hear and by now the retainers of House Zanders had begun a panicked retreat. Not able to maintain discipline with the patriarch's defeat.

So it was that the Paladin of the Dawn, Head of House Zanders. Was captured by a rat-soup beast. With most of the fires put out they'd turn an emerald hue upon the beast.

"I have no clue what you're even saying you damn puddle!" They really didn't.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[21:56] At that the beast falls silent. Their bubbling ceases before they lean down ever so carefully, Dull eyes rolling to the front of the demons face as they uttered a single sentence. One that could perfectly be heard through it all.


" We...shall break the chains of fate that bind everyone. Even yours. Even the stars shall witnessed something greater than necromancy..even greater than the very lighthouse."


And with it the demon quickly plucked the oscuri by the back of their neck, a burning sensation could be felt as the demon quite literally flung the oscuri near the cave entrance to dawn, quite literally seeping back into the very ground as a black puddle was left in their wake.
(Nyx)
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[22:02] After being violated by the tar monster the beautiful young Paladin was hurtled into the distance!
(Ascalon Zanders)