The Kethencian College of Magic RP (Part 3)

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

Marvelous Miscreant wrote

"I am a warrior. I follow the path of victory. Never have lost and never do I intend to."

the smoke pouring from Gorn's armor continues to build, condensing in his hands.

"I place my blade with those that will triumph. The Red Eyes is more powerful than you know and will destroy you all. I follow him and ONLY HIM!"

Gorn's word's are emphasized as electricity pulses through the dark fog that pours from his armor. Moments later the smoke ripples liking a living thing and flows rapidly to his hand. Streams of the foul black gas streak from his armor forming a massive shape. Even the thick veil that clouded the inside of his helm was pulled into the growing mass of swirling fumes. Momentarily, his helm is cleared and Asoka can just make out a small shard of pure red encased in dark glass and bound by twisting, evil runes in the back of the helm. The sight is quickly obscured again as smoke again fills the helm.

The pulsing mass of acrid smoke that fills Gorns hands stretches itself to form the rough shape of a massive sword. A dull light pulses beneath the boiling mass. Gorn raises the shape above his head slowly and bring it crashing to the ground. As it swings, the smoke is torn from its sides and a gleaming metal blade etched with dark symbols is revealed. The metal of the blade seemed to reflect not the surrounding but some foul world elsewhere.

Gorn deep echoing voice spoke, "The Demon's Razor"

Asoka looks at the sword for a second before raising her hand up as light blossomed forth, forming into a blade, then finally into a full katana, "I didn't want to do this since we're in a school for magic rather than a martial academy, but... Eviscerate, Liliana!"

The katana shatters, each piece forming into a petal from the lily as Asoka stands up, "Now then, shall we dance, Acolyte?"

[Philote]

Zauber watches as the petals rise up around Gorn, marking the opening he was looking forward to. Standing between Gorn and the hammer captured from him, Zauber releases the bindings holding the hammer in place. It rockets towards him, but Zauber's wards were already in place to repel it off its mark and back into its sender in order to make an opening for Asoka.

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Celadon's Penultimate]

Wulf scrambled backward out of the way of the quills. As they regenerated, the young mage pulled a wry face.

"Oh, that is nasty!"

He moved to get up, only to cry out in anguish, clutch his arm in pain, and fall back to the ground. He looked down, and winced.

His arm was dislocated.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Daramos chuckled, a genuine laugh that echoed in the silent room. He leaned back in his seat, fading into the gloom. When he spoke his voice shifted and jumped as if it were riding the air about the room.

“I like you boy. You’re smart, cunning even…like me. So, I feel I shouldn’t waste my time mincing words. Want I want, is very simple.”

As Daramos paused a sound like a soft sigh escaped the shadows and Daramos melted into the gloom, out of sight. The sound came again, from behind Billy and Daramos’ gloved hand grasped his shoulder gently. Billy could feel his cold breath on the nape of his neck as Daramos leaned in quickly and whispered in his ear.

“I want your fate…”

[Marvelous Miscreant]

“Yes, and the better warrior will stand over the corpse of the lesser.”

Gorn raised his massive blade, lifting it as if it were as light as air, and pointed it at Asoka. His eyes narrowed beneath his helm.

Suddenly he was blasted sideways several feet as his own Hammer smashed into his side. Gorn slid across the tiles of the courtyard, kicking up a trail of fine dust. In one quick action he palmed the hammer’s head and crushed it with his bare hand, glaring towards Zauber. A small crack in the left side of his armor from the hammer’s impact clinked as he shuffled.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Flux’s face fell as the cyclone, now peppered with small explosions overtook him and swept him up. Inside the whirlwind, Flux curled into a ball, his arms transforming into thick leathery wings to protect him from the small fiery blasts and piercing winds.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Creature cackled, a sound that resembled a strangled cat as it advanced. Its massive feet barely making a sound as it moved. It leaned down, closer to Wulf, its breath, reeking of rotten meat and foul gasses, billowed in his face.
“Yew are foo-leesh, lee-tall mage. I have spliced my-salf weeth evary useful trait of evary mag-ee-kal cree-char in tha world. I am in-veen-sy-bell.”

The Creature paused and sniffed the air several times. Its expression become one of possible confusion, though it was difficult to tell.

“Yew smell uf tha Nee-cro-man-ser. Yew know heem.”

The creature’s eye’s narrowed and it licked its lips. Thick goblets of stringy saliva dripping from its long toungue.

“I keel yew. And geet to heem.”

The sound of rattling filled the air, as the thing’s long tail reered up behind it. The circular, razor tooth lined mouth readying to strike.

(Wulf, I can include subtitles for your enemy if you have trouble understanding him. Let me know in the comments section if you want me to.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy shivered at the presence. "My fate.....?" He asked, trying to keep a little shiver out of his voice. He sighed. "Death."

The answer hang in the air, a stone proclamation of certainty. But then he keeps going.

"That was the answer you were expecting, was it not? It's true, in a technical sense. All things are eventually brought to their end. But it is only one small piece of the larger story." He continues, cold and listlessly. "My mother was an assassin. My father as well, I suppose. Sent out by order of Grandfather to eliminate threats to the Kingdom before they arose, to cut them off at the head. And now here I am, under the employ of the lord of death, for your head. From all this, you could guess my fate is to be an assassin....." he said, trailing off.

He reached up slowly, gripping the hand on his shoulder around the wrist. "However," he continued, conviction like steel in his voice. "I am not my mother. She did what she did only to protect what was hers, me. She never claimed nor carried any higher ideal out into battle with her. No, I'm not her."

He threw the hand from his shoulder and rounded to face Daramos. "I will be a force of justice in the world." he sad, staring unblinking right back into the whites of his eyes. "I've learned many lessons at this school. I've learned I can not shoulder such a burden alone, nor do I have to. I've learned that the endless horizon will always be there, no matter how far I may walk. I've learned that some things are so hateful and disgusting that they can not be allowed to exist, and that some still have a light of humanity buried under all that muck if you would only dig for it. These lesson, engraved upon my heart, I will take with me back to my home. I will use them to forge my own path to the future. To a future where the Millennial Kingdom and the country of Southern Cross lay down their hatred and step back from their mutual doom. That path, my life, my fate, are all one and the same!"

"Does my answer satisfy you, Apostle?" he asks. "Or would you like a more practical demonstration? Either way, you will let Miss Oddack and her charges go."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(Thanks Marv, I'm good. )

Wulf staggered backward, unable to lift himself to his feet. Still, his face was turned up, in a mix of defiance and disgust.

"Invincible, eh?" he spat back hatefully at his foe, "Too bad you're not invisible...you really are something of an eyesore!"

His downward position gave Wulf an idea. He wiggled the toes of his right foot, building static, hoping that the monster would take no notice. The menace of its breath grew nearer, and the young mage scuttled backward nearly-supine, until it got just near enough. Then with a hateful motion, he lunged his right foot across the monster's face, his shoe streaking electrical power.

A sharp pained gasp escaped him, and he looked down. Through the dull ache written across his face, a small smile grew.

His quick motion has wrenched his arm back into place. Without a second to spare after hitting the hideous creature, and despite his pain, he planted his arms firmly down, and hurried to his feet.

Spliced itself with ever magical creature in the world? Wulf wondered, putting up his arms in near-boxing position, What in the depths of Niflheim is this unlovably-ugly thing talking about?

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

In one quick motion, as Gorn slides across the ground, Asoka sends her petals all over that area in the room, running over to where Gorn stops, heat gathering in her hands as she prepares a spell to strike at the magic circle that she had seen earlier. At her back floats a petal, ready to teleport her away from any attacks that Gorn might make.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Daramos did not move, nor did he speak. He simple stared, unblinkingly at the defiant young mage before him. The shadows behind him seemed to swirl and bind, filling his presence and growing him into an imposing figure who leered down at the boy. When Daramos finally spoke, his voice was flat and emotionless.

“One and the same…” he repeated, the words drifting idly from his mouth. Breaking his vision with Billy Daramos gazed aimlessly beyond him as if mulling over Billy’s speech. The room drew deathly silent, only the sound of shallow breathing from the unconscious students on the floor could be heard. Finally, Darmos’ attention snapped back to Billy. Leaning in close, until their faces were inches apart, Daramos spoke again.

“Are you sure?”

His voice lacked malice. Instead it reflected genuine interest. He truthfully wanted to know.

“Are you absolutely sure? It that truly your fate?” he asked again, his pupil-less eyes studying Billy for any hint of doubt. A thin, razor sharp smile slid across his face.

“And would you like to make it certain?”

Daramos giggled.

“Don’t answer just yet. Allow me to explain. As I’m sure that bigmouthed clout Kyrse probably told you before his …shall we say ‘revival’…as the acolytes of the Red Eyes, we don’t stay dead long.  Did you wonder why? I’ll bet you did, a curious boy like yourself.”

Daramos began pacing carefully about the room, glancing slyly at Billy as he continued to speak.

“In the interest of transparency for my proposed offer, I’ll tell you why. One word…. fate! You see, I was never a very gifted mage. Oh, how I tried and studied and struggled to learn, but alas…It was not to be. You see I have nearly no mana of my own and thus could never truly bend magic in the traditional schools. However, despite my disappointment, in my studies I discovered a very ancient school of magic, a school that dealt exclusively in to power of words or more specifically, in contracts. Did you know that a magical contract is completely binding, granting each party control of an agreed upon element absolutely and without exception. Even things like, you guessed it…FATE! With this power I have granted many their deepest wishes. They sign offer control of their fate to me and I bend it to grant them their wish. But I’ll be honest with you; I never do so without ulterior motives. Once I have their fate, they are mine, bound to do what I will until their contract is up and I can no longer manipulate their fate to control them. It is with such contracts that I’ve employed the other acolytes into service for our glorious master.”

Daramos sighed and sat gently in one of the many chair that were scattered about the room.

“It is such a contract I offer to you Master Billy.” Daramos spread his arms wide welcoming Billy in,” Sign away your fate to me and I will make it so that your wishes are fulfilled. Join us as an acolyte of the Red Eyes, be spare the destruction that will follow his awakening and enjoy all the pleasures that await you in your new eternal life.”

With a snap of his fingers a scroll unraveled from nothing and floated delicately to hover before Billy. Long flowing script covered its surface, spelling out each line of the magical contract.

“Or…” Daramos’ eyes narrowed and his voice hinted at mal intent.,” ..you could reject my offer and seek petty vengeance against me, only to be destroyed by my master regardless of your success or failure. Either way, as a show of good faith, I’ll release your little prophet friend and her charges.”

Again Daramos snapped his fingers and there was Samantha, perfectly fine. She gasped in panic as the rest of the students started to awake from their trance.

“What will it be, Billy boy?”


(Sorry for the long post. Lots of exposition to cover, little time to do it right)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Creature shrieked and reared back as the arc of plasma singed its leathery face. The sound that escaped its throat was bloodcurdling, a noise that chilled the bones and raised the hair of every person nearby. Suddenly the shriek was cut short as the creature’s jaw snapped shut. It instantly snapped its head back down to glare hatefully at Wulf. Its eyes burned with pure, blinding rage. It charged full speed at the young mage, flailing sharp clawed limbs and screaming bloody murder.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The glowing slits that were Gorn’s eyes snapped in his Helm to spy Asoka from the corner of his vison. He could not turn fast enough to face her as she charged, but he did not half to. His blade, The Demon’s Razor, pierced the air, moving with a mind of its own, Gorn’s hand still clamped firmly to its hilt. The air sang and haunting refrain as the blade whistled through the air to confront Asoka assault with deadly intent.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy steps forward, leering over the contract, his expression inscrutable. He looks it up and down down, thoroughly appraising it.

(Is there any clue in this contract as to the weaknesses and limitations of an acolyte or how to render the contract void?)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

(There are indeed)

Though the contract is well worded, almost cryptically so, a single line near the middle of the lengthy document stands out to Billy.

"The untimely and or unavoidable destruction, deletion, annihilation, or dissolution of the contract or any similar act that may render the contract illegible or remove either participant's signature will result in the invalidation of the contract and thus render all agreements within null and void and all transferred property shall revert to original ownership. "

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Billy takes the contract in his hand, and carries it over to Daramos. He smiles slightly and says, almost to himself, " An hour glass is just what people imagine to feel better."

He crumples the contract in his fist and brings it swinging, boney knuckle first, across the apostles face.

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Philote]

(Is Vaults' creature still in the area? Also, I'm going to ignore Zale's battle until he returns and just help Dryad)

Zauber charges down the hall, trying to keep pace with the massive Gorn and the high speed Asoka or at least keep in range.

The acolyte was unyielding, even against Asoka's skill, and it would do no good to bind his movement if there was no place for Asoka to land a fatal strike.

Zauber draws a mote into each hand. He would have to isolate the acolyte's weakness. It would be the only way Asoka would be able to land the finishing blow. The motes fly forward and snap around Gorn at eye level as a glowing halo. Zauber draws his hands back and the halo is pulled also.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

As the Demon's Razor turns towards her, Asoka activates Lilianna's power and teleports to another petal in a position that the blade shouldn't be able to get to without cutting through the armor.