Nakara 5

SIGURD vs LAZAV
MASAI vs REMILIA
CLARAMONDE vs TALIA
TESSA vs JACQ
ENUI vs RUNE
DRAKMER vs NAKARA
BIFF vs FOSTER
LIANNE, JESEKIEL vs ARIEL
RAKHAN, YSORRA vs SIBYL
VAUGN, ARTY vs NIDAZ
HAGGIS vs AFTOS
KAINE vs PLAGUE
MERLIN vs RHIANNON
XINION vs SILVIA
ODYN vs SHINJI

DANGER CAP 1++. (2v1s can be cap 0)
WAR MAP BEING SUMMONED!

IF FIREBLOODED IS VICTORIOUS, ALLIUM GAINS BALMUNG
IF PAUPER ARE VICTORIOUS, NIKOLAIN GAINS BALMUNG
[17:17] {NARRATION} (If you remain without a matchup, you can pursue anyone on the other side on an unofficial basis, if desired - standard wilderness rules!)
[17:29] Nakara had been running through the battlefield, It was a tough journey fighting his way through fireblooded priests slaughtering them with powerful bursts of Occult flame, Their bodies twisted with corrupt forces leaving behind mangled remains.

As he moved closer towards the Fortress Nakara would take note of a boy coming near him, Sensing his presence through his mana detection, As he moved closer to engage summoning forth a great occult spell that shot cursed magic towards their direction.

Making their presence known Nakara stood before the boy, No the man. "Anyone who steps onto a battlefield knows of the risks. I have nothing against you dragonkin, But if you're going to stand in the way of my goals." Nakara's arm began emblazed with occult flames, A twisted grin began to surge upon their face.

"I'll turn you into a corpse..." He had plenty to fight for, He and Runes good fortunate could only bring them so far, And he in this moment wanted to prove himself even further to the Great Overlord.

Nakara stood firm as a large occult blast was gathering preparing to send it towards Drakmer.


(Nakara)
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[17:38] Drakmer gave her decree, and kept her march forward as the battlefield started to erupt like an exploding Molotov cocktail. Ceasing the advance when the trail darkened with the blood of fallen brothers and sisters of the Fireblooded. Darkness lashing forth with cursed intentions as she jumped backward with a sluggish reaction, but barely enough to scamper along. "Hrng.." She muttered to herself, this is her first actual battlefield, beyond the scatter for treasure back when the Barsburg transport dropped its goods.

Looking up, slitted dragon eyes peered forward, shaving and impaling the very air with its intense fierceness. This dragoness is maddened by this sickening red flare of fury. Her red soul demanded vengeance and justice towards those whom embarked upon the coat so foolishly.

"Battle is the carnival. But your goals are meaningless, and without fruit before the dragons. You dare step on their sacred mountain? You better pray to your false gods to have a shred of mercy for you when I send you to them. For they will be scared to make judgement on your foolish, battered soul." Drakmer's eyes lit up in this intense flame, as the earth submerged itself in an oppressed manufacture of hellish fire that could only be referred to as passionate flames of her Red God.

"Turn me into a corpse if you want to try your hand. My body will be paraded around the Mountain in a sheen of gold while you'll be on the run like a cowardly dog, but if you fail here. I will end you and any adversary that keeps marching up here. I will hunt you all down like the miserable ignants you all are." Drakmer normally wasn't like this, but her spark of life ignited so fiercely. Being disrespected so much by these adversaries.

It was only personal now.

"And tell Rhiannon I'm coming to bash her head in against the Dragon Statue she so abandoned. Her blood will be the cooling liquid for all our weapons being forged at the Dragon Forge." Her voice and words spat out with venomous fire.

She strikes!
(Drakmer Volstavakia)
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[17:46] Cobblestone and fire splashed out along the field, Drakmer like a stalwart form pursuing Nakara with slow, stable steps and sudden bursts of speed whenever she leapt forward. Wings elongating and overtaking the sky, much more larger and fearsome than the wings of normal Dragonkin that Nakara might be familiar with. Slitted eyes proceed along the field, her outstretched hand blazing in a coated flame of heretical destruction.

Smashing forth, she got a stronger grasp of Nakara when he buffeted her with gravity, and darkness. At first, Drakmer applied a sheen of reinforced magic along her scales which caused certain curses and tangible forms of magic to bounce off her form, but then when he pierced through? She started to find cracks burning and sizzling under the cursed afflictions. Gritting her teeth, holy magic that imbued in her circuits lashed out at the occultic curses, bringing further pain to her frame.

"I never thought I'd be fighting an occultist.. They'll use anything to get Balmung." Drakmer plainly put it, sending a well placed fire infused kick to Nakara's chest to shoot him to the muddy ground. "Monster. You will die here if you keep fighting. Go. Run. Leave the sacred sanctuary of the Coat, and you will be spared from the dragon's wrath." Drakmer warned, she didn't have anything personal against her foe.

But if they all kept stressing to further advance.

She would have an answer so unkind.
(Drakmer Volstavakia)
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[17:51] Nakara moved with fury and passion with the intent to kill, Using Void fire against the Dragons flame whoever his power was crushed against the fierce flames of the Dragoness. She quickly overcame him using blankets of flames to quell his advancement.

Nakara's body already wearing down from his previous battles struggled to keep up against the Dragon yet he fought back with everything he had, Until he was eventually knocked flat by a rush of flames.

Scrambling to his feet he stood firm yet again, Using his staff to support himself. He didn't care if he was weak or if he lost his life, He would give everything to accomplish what he desired. "Shut up, You don't know anything about me or what I struggled to do to get here." His gaze sharpens.

"I fight for my own goals, Don't belittle me because you think your high and mighty, You heard what I said didn't ya? If you step on a battlefield." He roars with more occultism using curses to heal the damage he'd sustained so far, Pulling upon dark forces to continue his fighting, His resole not yet burned out.

An attack surging through his fist he quickly shot it forth towards his foe aiming to knock them down.
(Nakara)
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[17:53] It begins.

Charging forth, geomancy is at the Rhoynish's call, the earth moving to shift the playing field in a more advantageous position for the young man, yet it doesn't seem to be all too useful.

As expected of the Docro family, Remilia proves herself to be a tough opponent. At his beck and call, sand maneuvers to guard him, and yet his barrier of sand proves to be nothing much in the face of the Matron Mirror's strikes.

"Looks like I came to the right place after all." Despite being on the losing end, there's a clear grin across the boy's features - he's enjoying the battle.

His blade moves to meet her own, parrying what he can, though she's swift - fast enough to slip past his defenses and allow cuts to seep into his frame, though physical damage isn't felt. In a blankness, a plethora of cuts are experienced, it felt like over a dozen strikes, simultaneously.

His circuitry is what's hit - pain coursing through his form, and soon - Masai falls. The only thoughts on his mind being the conditions of those close to him.

Kaine. Claramonde. How were they faring?
(Masai)
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[17:53] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Drakmer Volstavakia}
[17:53] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[17:53] ** Drakmer Volstavakia has inflicted an injury upon Nakara. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)") **
[18:05] "Your goals turned to ash the moment you stepped foot here with your fatuous intentions. Your life and your existence as a person never mattered after that point. Don't belittle me with your drabble." Drakmer instantly remarked in the midst of battle, flames circling around her body as she proceeded to rush forward and blitz upon his form with fury.

Delicate strikes lined with pain from Drakmer started to become more fierce and reckless, as if she had a ten year vendetta with Nakara. Void Flame clashed against her fire, and at first. Such a supernatural fire made her own fire pale in comparison, as she slid back from the peer pressure of Nakara's dangerous magics. "You better pray whichever dark idol you worship has enough power to change your fate here." Drakmer spats out as she knocks him back, and keeps hopping back from the ensuing Voidflame.

She had to find a way to erase such an element without screwing herself over, and so Drakmer narrowed her eyes. Pooling her mana together as she broken scales fell off skin. She was going to sacrifice some of her vitality for this grave attack.

Rushing forward, the earth gave way under a casting Nakara and displaced him forward, her hand coating in flames that started to appear as a Dragon Head. Thrusting forth, her palm would grasp forward, dragon talons clawing upon his face as the flames started to coat his very features. His head coating in flame before it spread along his whole body. "You'll never see the light of day after this battlefield concludes. You and anyone you hide behind will be an obstacle to the Truth." Drakmer mused about. An intense burn would glue to his face. The flaming dragon head would sear forward, and start to collapse on his frame until it drug him off his feet, and tethered him to a fiery explosion off into the distance.

"That is."
She pauses.

"If you're still alive."

Drakmer would twist upon her heel, her cape fluttering behind her as she proceeded to rejoin the battle.
(Drakmer Volstavakia)
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[18:13] beastonia says, "afk"
[18:23] An eruptions of flames of the Void and of Dragons surged through the field, Leaving the surrounding territories charred with blood bone and ash as their décor, Fumes began to swelter as the two magi pushed themselves to the Brink,

Nakara using the void flames as the continuously devoured the life force around them, Absorbing the energy of the creatures and plant life of the forest as it continued to grow more depraved.

His twisted smile remained as the Dragoness appeared before him, Drakmer's flames were stronger and more precise, Than his own, Producing pure heat that burned through his defenses.

The two exchanged blows, Back and forth, Nakara using the cold darkness of his flames to smother her own, Had it not been for the light that slept deep within her she easily prevailed, Her flames only growing stronger as she routed him the earth below pushed him forward straight into her grasp,

A dragon head formed around her, Hand as it slammed into him slashing into his face and body, The intense heat burning his already ripped apart body, Leaving behind a smoldering mutant frame.

His own occultism soon began to devouring him, Eating away at what weak remains left behind, His features set ablaze by the intense hellblaze Drakmer managed to conjure.

His smoldering form beacked in pain and agony as he felt his body burnt entirely now, Even more so from he injuries he felt prior. It would take some time before he could move again, But a battalion of Undead brought him back to the flying fortress to be treated.
(Nakara)
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