The Last Champions

[15:08] Nanzo asks, "What kind of weapon is that?"
[15:08] Sir Crimson says, "Mother last will."
[15:08] Sir Crimson says, "Her last creation"
[15:08] Sir Crimson says, "I am her new champion."
[15:09] Nanzo brought a hand up to scratch his chin.
(Nanzo)
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[15:09] Nanzo asks, "Last you say?"
[15:12] With everything that happened the two champions were now face to face.

"Mother is gone. We are last champions now. The EbonBlooded have took her life and I will now get revenge for what they have done."

Gripping the sword.

"But attacking them is not the way. What is the way is for us as her champions to start making their life a living hell. Its time to restore you to your former glory Nanzo. Its time for me to work on ridding you of the destruction to your body. So prepare in the future as we shall make you whole soon."

The time for the Mire to rise again was coming.

"Mother is gone but we are not."
(Sir Crimson)
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[15:19] eyes seemed to glaze slightly as they listened to Sir Crimson. He found it hard to believe that a Primordial could die as a mortal being. They were to infinite in their existence.

"Even dead gods can dream."

He spoke the words with a sort of distant tone. Then he shook his head, his lips quirking into a smile. He'd not felt the power left in his form from Nyx flee him just yet. So, he had some time to make the Ebonblooded suffer before death reaped him.

"Very well, it rests upon us now Crimson. It would take miracles of magic to restore my youth. However, it matters not. Youth or ancient, I shall fight and slay." As he spoke his gaze shifted towards a few straggling covenites.

"I shall begin teaching a new generation the arts known to me. We will need others to gain our vengeance." His focus trailed back to Crimson. "It will be a long fight, I can't wait."
(Nanzo)
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[15:22] The Dullahan would see that of course the former champion was a experienced fighter. A slayer among many and crafty. While he wasn't as powerful as his other. The Dullahan mindset was dangerous. Many learned that the hard way.

"I shall head back to my domain to finish ripping into the drakanite I killed during the battle. But do know this."

The Dullahan say the statement for his fellow kin to know.

"Foster has died by my hand. And so will others of their fate. For the time we shall slay them one by one. I will use their hearts and souls to restore you back. Now I must find Hush so we can revive her to her glory as well."

After all she was Mother child.

It was the three of them only now.

They had allies bit now they had to make sure to stay alive.

"We will talk more on other plans to come."
(Sir Crimson)
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[15:26] Sir Crimson says, "Oh"
[15:26] Sir Crimson says, "Seems like one the Ebonblooded came here"
[15:27] Vesemir asks, "Me?"
[15:27] Sir Crimson says, "No someone i fought before"
[15:27] Sir Crimson says, "Seems he ran off."
[15:30] Nanzo says, "Nice."
[15:39] raised his brow as he listened to the death of a Foster. Given the importance of the name he presumed it to be an important figure within the Ebonblooded ranks. Though, he seemed disinterested in them as a person. Only the destruction of their cult. Step by step it seemed.

"Then we shall hunt, it is the best way of handling a more numerous foe. What signs should I look for? What do these Ebonblooded look like." He hadn't seen or heard of the Ebonblooded since he was a younger man.

Hush, yes, the Nyxthradin that remained. He nodded, approving of them even if they weren't what he'd call very coherent. His focus shifted towards the far tree-line.

"Has this Coven perished? I see so few of them now."
(Nanzo)
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[15:40] The young Vartuul approached from the shadows of the Mire..
The sound of chains clacking could likely be heard from some distance as the duo approached.

"And what have we here..?"
He questioned neigh sarcastically, recognizing one of the two they'd stumbled across.

"Leftovers it would seem."
With Nyx gone, their purposes would be snuffed most likely.

Golden eyes set upon the familiar Sir Crimson.

"You."

"You killed my friend."

Was all he'd state, not yet moving to attack.. but it was clear by the expression upon his countenance he was prepared to.
(Lexius Vartuul)
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[15:42] Veero eyes scanned through the murky forest. Corrupted as it was it was somewhat off-putting to venture through it, but his close relationship with the occult had trained him for this.

His purpose was clear, identify the threats at hand. Surely if he did find them there was reason to suspect he'd get his first taste at combat, but initially all he wanted was information.

Stella's lasting words had given the young boy a mission like no other. Take down the Coven and free her from Epimet.

He swore he'd do it too.

And so he ventured to the heart of the Dreadwoods with Lexius in tow. The Vartuul was a close friend of Veero and despite their recent conflict all was well between them.

He's also one of few with the strength to journey on this mission with Veero.

As golden eyes lay upon Sir Crimson they would be obstructed by rage. A wrathful gleam was wildly apparent in the boy's eyes as he stared onward.

"Fjord is gone because of you.." Another loss that the Drakanite had grieved over.
(Veero)
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[15:44] The Dullahan would look at Lexius.

"And so what you killed my Goddesss. My Mother and you dare to come here like some sickening dogs that you are? Annoying very annoying indeed." The Dullahan would say grasping the sword in its hand.

"Do you creatures not enjoy living?"

A cackle given.

"Don't worry he will be seeing you soon. Once I...remake him into something you will love. Isnt that exciting?"

Getting up as he would look at Nanzo.

"Seems we have some early work to do don't we?"
(Sir Crimson)
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[15:46] Elaena, who in her obliviousness, would be found in a scene of three familiar faces. Two of her kind of whom she had the pleasure of seeing yesterday, and someone who she looks up to as a stern, and stubborn uncle.

"Er.."

She'd make a noise, aback by the hostilities and dagger-like looks from both parties. She doesn't know what to do, other than stay in the sidelines.
(Elaena Viserys)
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[15:49] chuckled as they both arrived. So, this was how it was to hunt in this day and age? They walked within your jaws with smiles on their faces and fury in their hearts. The old tyrant simply stood from the bench, his back cracking as he did so. It felt good to get moving, to feel his blood already pumping.

His gaze flicked to Sir crimson. "Our hunting was easily done. I did not expect these newts to come to us." His attention returned to the duo who'd arrived a hand reaching up to grip the hilt of Helheim's Warden. Pulling the accursed blade free in a smooth motion.

"Appetizers, I will enjoy crushing you both into the dirt and consuming your souls. Don't try to run, it will make this easier." As he spoke the shadows at his feet darkened and extended from him. As the fires nearby began to dim and Nyx's eldest champion summoned forth his power.

"Which one do you want Crimson?"
(Nanzo)
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[15:53] There wasn't much Licht could say about his origins and the tribe that had shown him a new light.

Tunder and him floating around Ebonblood territory, and even images of Lianne anointing him and labeling him the prince of darkness.

Now that he had a two-way road in front of him, wasn't it simple to choose?

As it nestled on Sir Crimson's shoulder, his bat-like wings stretched out and beat against the air quickly.

"May Naysien perish as Mother perished."
(Licht Zagred)
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[15:54] Sir Crimson says, "9Waiting on admins because my sword got turned into a unique"
[15:55] Nanzo whispers: We need to targon one first. HIt the youth.
[15:55] Sir Crimson whispers to Nanzo: which
[15:56] Nanzo whispers: (Veero
[15:57] "So be it."

Was all he'd say in response.
They had killed their mother after all.

The thought of watching her fall.. oh, how glorious. The Vartuul licked his lips.

"We will wipe your kind out, here and now, once and for all."
Admitted as he reached to withdraw that gigantic pillar he'd heaved around.

Angradel, March of the Black Wyrm.

Chains were used to sling the massive hunk of metal about -- violently destroying all in it's wake.

The Pride of Naysien would make his mark here.
(Lexius Vartuul)
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[15:58] Wings erupt from the Drakanite's back.

Horns spiral from the top of his head.

And a tail spurts out of his backside.

If they wished to see what these Ebonblooded looked like then here were two of there best. Veero and Lexius would show the Coven everything the dragons had to offer.

Their god had already been slain. It was simply time to weed out the rest of them. Another deity would die soon enough. If Stella was to truly be free then destroying the Coven wouldn't be Veero's last act against Nyx, it'd be killing Epimet and releasing any contracts the being held.

"It starts with you two then."

The fishing rod was raised and a veil of starlight would coat Veero's weapon.

There was no room to hold back.

Everything was on the line.
(Veero)
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[15:58] The game was a high stakes battle as the Dullahan was facing two opponents that were seeking blood. Both of Nyx men were fighting to get revenge at this point.

"You dare come here after what you done to Mother. You will suffer lizard bastards." The Dullahan would say with anger.

How it hated them so much it could feel the hatred in his core.

Grabbing mother blade. He stood beside the other champion. Allowing blood to seep into the blade and cover it from top to bottom. The tension was high as blood was going to be drawn all over the place.

Anger and emotions.

The Dullahan felt it. Things were destined to become a raging battle.

"Its time for you all to die." The experiment would soon commence.
(Sir Crimson)
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[16:00] The Tyrant, a monster of legend was called once more to fight those who would slay his goddess, who would hunt his people, who would stand in his way! It was an infuriating feeling to spend his life, from those sparkling memories of childhood to his withered age in a battle that never ended.

They would be battling the Ebonblooded within the Dreadedwoods. Haunted by the damned and cursed. His form began to rippled as muscles pushed against scarred skin. In some places ripping apart to reveal the corded-muscle underneath.

He held Helheim's Warden high, as he felt the cursed strength of countless souls trapped within flow into his frame. Where the Goddess support wavered. Her enemies would have to provide the power needed to fuel him.

"Its time I showed the world once more what it means to be Mighty."
(Nanzo)
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[16:00] Sir Crimson says, "9waiting on admins still"
[16:06] {Lost Dangerous RPB against Veero}
[16:06] ** Veero has inflicted an injury upon Nanzo. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (2 days)") **
[16:12] A battle hard fought.
Devastation remaining in the wake of their battle.

Angradel proving to be a rather destructive weapon.
Though Nanzo.. an enemy he'd heard of for quite some time now.

The might of the Shadowmire.
and it was true.

Even between both young Ebonblooded focusing him in battle he proved rather difficult to take down for certain.

He packed a punch.
Sir Crimson on the other hand? He felt an offhanded sidekick.

"Nyx's Champion." Tuh, he mused. A quick rush towards the champion would see Angradel swung in his direction -- a connection.

BOOM!
He'd be shot across the Mire -- bones likely crushed in wake of the injury.

"He'll be lucky if he isn't dead."
And then turning over he'd see that Nanzo had been fel'd also.

The young Vartuul huffed, nodding to Veero. Well done, he'd considered.

But there were bystanders off in the distance. Would they move to save their true Champion? The final breath of Nyx.
(Lexius Vartuul)
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[16:14] A dragon's deadly dance.

Veero and Lexius moved as one. Eyes trained on the greater threat between the two. From a glance one could tell Nanzo was an experienced veteran. The manner in which he carried himself was one of kingly stature. In all truth aside from his relation to Nyx, Veero carried some level of respect for him.

Nevertheless the pair of Drakanites did what needed to be done.

Gravity and Light. Ice and Cosmic. And the unrelenting force of two melee weapons. The two complimented each other very well, and that proved to be true when the pair of young drakes bested both beasts.

Eyes of gold looked down on two inferior beings.

A smile full of pride was plastered over Veero's face. Nanzo sat at their whim, but Sir Crimson managed to avoid capture for the time being. It didn't matter, all of their times would come.

"I hope you're ready for a journey up the mountain."

Veero's glanced around to a party of Nanzo's allies who had watched the battle occur.

"The rest of you will meet the same fate.

In time."

The boy hoisted Nanzo over his shoulder and prepared to leave.

Unless stopped.
(Veero)
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[16:22] The Dullahan would fight beside his brother. But it would seem they would know the rules of the game. The bastards had set them up for a attack on Nanzo.

How did they know about the Elder power?

The Dullahan was angry as he would fight and feel the force of them beating back the undead bit by bit.

No. He couldn't watch another as he was befallen in battle and would cry out.

The Dullahan would hear the snap as the drakanite break its leg and send it into the forest floor. Watching in pain as Nanzo was being captured. "DAMMIT NO! STOP THESE BASTARDS!"

The screech can be heard through the area.
(Sir Crimson)
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[16:25] What a lovely sight.

The champion of Nyx and what was once the Tyrant and the former Champion fought alongside each other, shedding blood and tainting the already lifeless grass with the dragon's sacred crimson.

Scales were blown away, and then...

Licht's eyes could be deceiving him due to a change in the tide. The dragons roar ferociously and charge with no remorse, pushing these two to the brink of annihilation.

"Damnit..."

His bat-like wings beat faster, and sparks start to fly around the dark ball of mana.

It will be up to him to complete Nyx's task.

Licht came soaring like a mad bat out of Helheim's cave, his puny hands rising to the sky and with a swiping motion forward the clouds departed, and a hailstorm of thunderbolts began to wash down the field.

"Immediately release the Tyrant!"

Licht yelled loudly.


"Forgive meTunder…"
(Licht Zagred)
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[16:32] Violence in mass, the call of war.

It was a battle that pitted him alongside a younger Champion against. Well, a mirror image! Perhaps that was something to be said. Still, he knew he would need to smash the smaller of the two first.

Yet, they both knew that he was the weaker link. A frail figure of nigh-forgotten power. Not that it would stop his rampage, even with a life-time of injuries and the wizened effects of age. His roar echoed through the forest as he clashed with the young duo.

Even still the younger Champion dashed into the flow of battle. Aiding him as they clashed. The sound of his blade singing as he dueled with the duo. It seemed that they would be cashed aside by Lexius.

Then he felt the icy bit of a celestial frost as the youth he had sought to crush so quickly overcame his magical wards. Concussive flashes of light blinding him even as the stars rained.

"I will- NOT FALL!"

A roar echoed out as he attempted to shake off the accumulated pain. Still, there was only so much he could do to stave off his fall. When it came his frame crumpled into the dirt. A titan felled by young gods.
(Nanzo)
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[16:46] Sir Crimson says, "9Kuro yah there buddy"
[17:03] As Lexius bravely rose to defend his companion he would quickly find himself facing a different difficult sot of battle. Was Lexius fighting one man or the woods themselves? The shadows all around him were not only trying to stop him but violently tear through him tendrils grasping at his limbs seeking nearly to flay the skin from them; the only way to end the violent cacophony of the woods outrage was to cut down the maestro, the rabbit hiding beneath and around the trees but the creature was clever and quick recovering from the freezing blasts of cold to disappear again becoming harder and harder to track down as the fight went on but then.

Wait there! A figure?! The rabbit?! He had found them, surprised them! The rabbit was taken completely off-guard he could almost see the fear in it's eyes as it watched him take the blow that would end the fight but then...

Schunk!

As he took the step to end the fight he was impaled on multiple sides by blades of shadows that cut through him as with his misstep; the pain would have been stunning enough but then as a cold wind blew through the wood he'd find himself overwhelmed by the worst fear he had ever felt all brought about by a small cool breeze.

"Should have stayed on your mountain..." a voice whispered to the defeated boy but then their attention was taken away. When the rabbit was addressed they stopped where they were turning to the other drakanite again emotionless; the shadows stopped writhing for a moment before again they whipped up in anger now focused on the one who now had damaged two of their own.

"You won't get away with this... you won't get away at all."
(Kuro)
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[17:10] Annoying.
The rabbit moved quickly.. striking only from afar.
There was no honor in his kit whatsoever. He'd only run.

Angradel, a weapon of mass destruction.. also an extremely heavy weapon to tug about.

It was exhausting, leaving him open to the rabbits illusionary tactics.

Were he a bit elder, a bit more experienced this battle would've likely gone another way.

Unfortunately that wasn't the case and here he'd be defeated, the battle now heading towards Veero.

Would Veero be able to succeed where he'd fail, would they return with their prize?

It would seem not. The tactics of rabbits.
He'd be successful this time, but his disguise was marked.

"Pitiful rabbit, you may have been able to sneak a victory this time -- by the skin of your neck.. but I do not forget. You have taken from Naysien on this day. Next time I see you, it will be you who will trek the mountain with us.

It will be you whom Naysien feasts upon."

He chuckled lightly, some crimson beginning to leak from palid lips.

"Your days are numbered, creatures. Your mother is gone, your Primordial felled to a greater force -- a greater evil."

"Naysien will consume what remains of you eye-sores. Mark my words."
(Lexius Vartuul)
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[17:35] The fight was arguably similar to the one before with Lexius; on paper the same tactics were employed but there was something different now; the rabbits rage overwhelmed them and every attack was fueled by raw unbridled anger. Maiming was what the rabbit sought so a maiming was what took place; the fight was painfully close and Veero could feel the attacks that hit their mark but in the end surrounded by shadows the rabbit had the upper hand.

From the shadows a large tendril shot out wrapping around the arm that carried his weapon before shaking him violently like a pit-bull that had caught it's prey; as it did thorns dug deeper and deeper into his arm until in the end the flesh nearly looked flayed.

At this point a beaten bloody rabbit emerged from the shadow breathing painfully beneath their mask as the boy was tossed around before they paused listening to the remarks of the other.

"Blah blah blah I get it the revenge goddess will have her revenge I'm a dead rabbit hopping I get it, you guys love using lots of words don't you?" they said an attempt to make light of the situation offset by the wounds the rabbit's blood splattering the ground as they walked damage having been sustained from the back to back fights.

"Hope you kids had fun now let me see you out," With a wave of their hand the tendril that had wrapped itself around Veero's arm and had been whipping him around the woods pulled back lifting him from the ground before flinging him into Lexius sending them both crashing out of the village they had brazenly walked into.

"G-Get out... before... I..." a wheeze escaped them alongside a painful cough the rabbit clearly strained from the battles but they ignored it for now looking at the others who were wounded; one last dirty look was cast in the direction of the drakanites as if to make sure they were gone before they headed to look over their own.
(Kuro)
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[17:38] Leaving not nearly as injured as described, the Varatuul would flap wings -- seeing himself out with a tactical retreat.

Thoughts of vengeance overtaking his mindset.
A million ways to cook rabbit stew.

Oh Naysien would enjoy this one.

"Let's go, Veero. We'll be back for their lives with more of our kin. They will be snuffed out with ease."

For their scout of the forest had ultimately gone as planned.
Now to plan a future enactment.

Their sacrifice inevitable.
It was only unfortunate that it couldn't be Nanzo the Mighty, not on this day.
(Lexius Vartuul)
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[17:39] "We'll be back."

Veero's eyes hung low as the frequency of battle in this day alone had taken a toll on his body. Luckily ever injruy was one he could heal from, but it would surely cost his body a lot to do so.

"Just know this isn't over.

I plan on killing Epimet, whoever that is. I hope you're ready for what's coming."

It was war.

Veero would free his mother's soul in time. Vengeance would be extracted on any who called the Dreadwoods their home.

"Let's go." A nod was given to Lexius and the two made off!
(Veero)
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[17:40] Kuro says, "A-Ah... shit..."
[17:41] Sir Crimson says, "...."
[17:43] The Dullahan would actually take a knee of respect.

Even with its broken leg.

"Kuro you not only saved my brother in arms. You saved my elder champion. I have to swear to die and fight for you till the end of my armor life. You forever a friend of us and forever a blessing of life to the Coven. We both as Nyx Champion are in your debt."

A salute given to the rabbit.

"Thank you forever more."

Ah yes. Walking over the Dullahan take out a large sack. With the body of Flojr.

"We have more flesh crafting to do in the future."
(Sir Crimson)
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[17:44] The Dullahan would also look to Licht.

"Young fae. I do not know where you come from or your beliefs now. But Nyx as your mother thanks you for what you done. You always family to us. Never ever doubt that. You are a champion in our eyes as well Licht. You and Kuro did us both well."

Forever thanking the fae and rabbit.

"We shall unite for a common cause. "End those bastards."
(Sir Crimson)
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[17:47] Kuro says, "I... make a line... I'll heal the wounded but..."
[17:47] Sir Crimson says, "Lets all rest for now"
[17:47] Groaned as he was dropped by the youth in the battle. It'd been enough to be cast aside and slowly he returned to consciousness as the battle came to an end. His eyes opened, to see nothing, but the sounds of battle could be heard loud and clear.

Those ears picked upon Kuro's words and the retreat. Curses of revenge and war echoed and where ignored. He did not care about the Ebonblooded nor their goddess or even their plans. Just another foe for him to clash with. Another test to his strength, one that he was failing to deal with.

Still, he was free and being helped up by the very forest as vines trailed along his frame. Acting as a make-shift crutch as the half-giant stood. His attention shifted to and fro. Then he spoke.

"We have fought. We have bleed. My might, my wisdom, shall be put to use within these woods." He accepted these desperate strangers as true allies. As kin under the Night-mothers gaze.

He heard Sir Crimsons words and it brought a smile to his lips. It was a splendid thing to hear. Such honor and fervor to the goddess. "My junior speaks true." He flicked his senses to Licht, smiling that the had lived so long to come to his aid now.

Now would be his return to the world as a force. It seemed it was a must.
(Nanzo)
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[17:48] Sir Crimson says, "They come back more annoying"
[17:48] Sir Crimson says, "We fight seperately as they fighting annoyingly well together"
[17:48] Kuro says, "I... we won't survive a full war if they bring that here..."
[17:49] Licht sat on Nanzo shoulder.
(Licht Zagred)
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[17:49] Kuro says, "I... the Ebonblooded are brutal and relentless... shit..."
[17:52] Nanzo says, "That is another one? They certainly don't lack for numbers."
[17:52] Varena says, "That is...Unfortunate."
[17:52] Kuro asks, "Varena isn't... an Ebonblooded right?"
[17:54] felt his vision clear as he felt the magical affects of the fae's presence. It left him feeling reinvigorated and returned back to his health.

"Very well." His arms crossed as he felt the pain from his wounds alleviated thanks to the fae's presence.
(Nanzo)