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Ages ago, humanity left Earth for the stars. Eventually, they found a paradise: Eden. And on that paradise were the Juins. In time, the colonization of Eden by humanity lead to a war between humans a Juins. In the end, the Juins lost. Hundreds of years later, Juins are secluded on their own continent and humans make up the majority of Eden's population. But over the past few years, strange occurrences were noticed all over the world. People were seen flying in the skies.

Fights took place between people that could bring down buildings. And at the center of it all is a small number of men and women with amazing abilities. Some of these people want to lead normal lives, and some plot to use the strife to wreck havoc on the world. These people are brought together by circumstance, and those virtuous enough band together, because whether they like it or not, they're Forced Heroes.


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 Act III: Assault On Ai!, West Island of Liebe - Wrath Of Kharn
Master Zam
I'm Too Old For This!!!!
The Guardian Of Eden
112 YEARS OLD
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Species: Human

Occupation: Guardian of Eden

Alignment: Good

Aug 19 2017, 02:00 AM Quote


As in awe as the Guardian of Eden was, he couldn't let seeing a Kaiōshin in person disrupt him from his ultimate mission: these Kagzran had to be put down, and fast. The fact that they were chasing deity only made it that much more imperative that he does so. In his long life, Zamael met all manner of beings in otherworld, most notably the North Kaiō herself after being granted the role of Planetary Guardian,but he'd never even come close to meeting one of the five prime deities in person, or even a retired one.

Retired Kaiōshin were rare in and of itself, no one in the universe anticipated that they'd actually meet one, let alone one of the gods that were still active within the pantheon. Zam couldn't help but feel that he was probably the only living Guardian in the universe who was fortunate to actually meet one of those at the top of the hierarchy.

Then it took a kick to the face to snap him back to reality, back to the fact that he wasn't supposed to let seeing Keya distract him!

As he spun from the force of the blow, the old man casually unleashed a ki blast in response, and then another and another. The first shot removed his attacker's weapon from her person, and the second struck her in the left thigh. As she crumpled to the ground, Zam began to cycle his hands around one another, focusing his ki into the environment. Within seconds, the air pressure dropped dramatically as it began to be sucked into a centralized location, orbiting rapidly around the barbarian woman and anyone who happened to be unfortunate enough to be near her. As the tornado began to grow, Zam used his ki to trigger an ignition, creating an impressive firestorm right in the middle of the forest.

It was only the Guardian's impressive control over the elements that the forest didn't catch on fire during the feat. As he did so, Zam turned his focus toward Keya, who was under the protection of some newbie Arcuul moments before the three women were saved by another arrival to the fight. One that felt familiar.

As he began to notice the retreat of some of the Kagzran, he opted to serve up the remaining ones to their friends with a single move. Some more gestures later, the fire tornado grew and began to pick up straggler before the old man threw his arms out and clapped.

And then, the firestorm essentially burped; a shockwave of air and fire shot toward the sky with significant force, sending Kagzran into the air and out of sight. Zam hadn't taken out all who remained with the attack, but the dozen or so left would likely be mopped up by the others. Instead, the Guardian took the brief flight from where he stood toward Keya, the Arcuul, and the red headed individual.

Almost immediately, the old man dropped to his knees and bowed; a formality he reserved for no one these days. "Are you okay, uhh, my lordship?" He asked, almost confused as to how he should refer to Keya.

"No need for formalities," Keya responded as she gestured for Zam to return to his feet, "It is far too grave for such things. I do, however, appreciate the assistance you provided." The Shin-Jin woman then looked toward the two Arcuul who provided protection and to the red haired man who dispensed with the Kagzran who assaulted them. "I spread my appreciation to you all as well. I may not have lived through this hour had it not been for your help. All of your help."





Skarn

Those Of Malicious Intent!
3550 YEARS OLD
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Species: Demon

Occupation: Mercenary, Grand Arena Warrior

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Aug 21 2017, 06:10 PM Quote


Having sensed the battle from far off in the Rodinan wilds, the slaughterer had begun his long trek through land and sea some time ago. It wasn't until just a few moments ago that he had come up on the shore of the island of Ai. With fire in his eyes, soaking wet, the masked, almost bare man suddenly burst into a short-lived flame as steam hissed from his body and his form dried. As he strode toward the battle he could almost feel in his veins, he extended a hand, gripping his rifle as he summoned it to his person, he couldn't pinpoint a location at this distance, but he could definitely follow his lust until he got there.

It took some time of walking, but he was in plain view now, able to be spotted in the distance to the north-east. Bringing the fire arm up to sight, he kept it trained on the larger group of warriors, the ones he could practically taste the rage seeping out from, and slowly began to squeeze the trigger until the din of a mechanical roar signaled the coming of fire and death. He dragged his shots across the girth of the barbaric forces, sending a hail of molten brimstone at them without mercy, drawing some of the Barbarians' attention toward him as they weathered the burning stench.

Calling out in a raggedy, grim tone, the man boomed, all the time firing in bursts as two of the Barbarians rushed him in retaliation, slowing one down with a few bursts of molten brimstone to the leg. "So, this is where all the fun was. I hope you all don't mind my joining the fight, by the looks of it, you might need it! Just stand back and let me deal with these worthless maggots!" Doing away with his rifle, the man had thrust his arms to grip two curves swords, charging toward the closest brute and deftly catching an axe with one blade as he brought the other to impale through the bottom of the head, only for a hand to stop his arm. As the other warrior rushed toward his side, the cloaked man shifted his body to avoid the rapid slashes, sliding the blade that blocked the brute's axe to hack at his elbow. He had managed to hit his mark, the end of the blade sticking out from the axe-wielding barbarian's arm.

Letting go of his sword for the moment, Skarn abruptly shoved the injured brute into the one that was now lined up behind him, knocking both of them over for enough time to grab and yank his blade free of the arm, now coated in blood that seemed to be hardened almost like crystal. Letting his rage well up, his weapons and arms were set ablaze in a hellish inferno as he brought both blades down through the feeble attempt to stop them, burning through the bulky axe and armor like it were hardened butter. Bringing his blades up, he thrust them back down into the brute's chest again before pivoting his feet and sliding his blades through toward the other brute that had gotten to their feet and aimed to bring his blade down over his back, catching the large sword and pushing his twin blades through, slicing it in three before rushing to sever the warrior's legs, then arms, and finishing it off by forcing his hand through the helmet and scorching the head from the inside out.

Extinguishing the flames, steam hissed as it rose away from him, the blades noticeably bulkier from the amount of blood that had been spilled on them as he pulled them out of the body. The rest of the Barbarians held their ground, barely resisting the urge to rush all at once as he turned his head as if to mock them. And mock he would, with a hoarse cackle and a flick of his wrists, shards of red would zip toward the group of remaining Kagzran, not really doing much but making them angrier and drawing more and more of their attention to focus on him and away from the likely already spent group of fighters that had been here before him. "Which of you worms is the leader of this worthless assault?! Come face me, and meet your end!", he barked, pointing one of his blood-coated blades at the group of barbarians.

(OOC: I hope this isn't too invading or stepping on any toes, I figured this would be a nice place to make an entrance!)
Veil
White Mage
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17 YEARS OLD
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Species: Arcuul (Lunus Midori)

Occupation: Student

Alignment: Neutral Good

Sep 15 2017, 09:58 PM Quote


Veil felt the pressure drop off almost immediately and it was like someone taking a huge weight off her chest. The Barbarians died noisily, and she found herself.. Grateful. And that was a disturbing thought. No it wasan't, she said to herself, slapping the self-recrimination down hastily. They were trying to kill her and they'd stopped - that's what she was grateful to this other person with the violent, strangely two-face ki for. He'd quite possibly saved her life. She let go of Black Mountain, and her blood pounded in her ears... But the two women she'd been trying to protect, the soldier and the strange pointy-eared woman, were perfectly alright. As a matter of fact, she realized dullly, the grass, the branches, pretty much everything she'd extended her aura to cover, eight feet in absolutely every direction, was perfectly alright. Like, perfect. Untouched. Not a blade of grace, an inch of bark, or a hair on anyone's head, and the soldier, Sasha, her lips drawing tight with discomfort, was watching her.

Not awe. Just a professional sort of... Comprehension. A bit of admiration, maybe, for the execution of a technique she understood the principles of. Sasha wasn't amazed - she was impressed, at most. Veil drew up her mask to get a better, more frank assessment of the woman's injuries, as nasty and bountiful as they were. She left the fighting to the others - the warriors who appeared, and this... Old man, who felt strangely familiar to her. As the fight raged... She engrossed herself in the act of mercy, in the semantics of healing magic. She focused her strength, steadied her shaking hands, and grabbed the sunlight as it came down in her head.

She wasn't sure why envisioning the sun helped with her healing powers, but she could not deny that it did. So warm, so giving, a source of all life and all warmth. How could it not help? It seemed so fundamental, when she understood it, that she could hardly imagine how on heaven or earth she'd managed it the way she'd tried to do it before then. Magic filled her, and golden light flooded her hands as she soothed the woman's pain. Sasha sighed as Clarity again poured into her psyche as Veil gave her full attention. IT didn't even let her suffer as... As hands probed deep wounds, as bones were pushed and prodded, pulled. All she felt was heat, uncomfortable and buzzing like a bad coffee buzz, but that was all. And she never stopped staring.

Her hands were first. She fixed that arm up... And gave her a candy bar that Sasha was disinterested in.

"Eat!" she commanded firmly, and on automatic Sasha set do doing that. At first, she was disinterested. Then she was ravenous, just like that, as sunlight filled her body and she was mended. Veil shut out everything after that. Everything. The firestorm was lost on her even as it whipped her hair. On a high of adrenaline, healing light flowed like a cascading river down a cliff, reinflating a lung, mending a spine, by degrees making pins and needles explode across Sasha's legs. Once you got right down to it... Most of Sasha was fine. The damage was severe... But they had been at least brutally precise, with weapons that were, while horrifically violent in the damage they did... Sharp. The nerves were hard to mend, so delicate... But they did mend.

Veil collapsed, panting, wheezing for breath, and Sasha sat up, whole. She looked... Bewildered, and touched over her legs, pinching one toe as if this was hardly tto be believed. Holy shit. She looked at the healer, the girl's red hair spilling out around her as she lay gasping for breath like a beached fish. Yep. That happened. She ached like a muscle that would soon be very sore, but she was whole and that was pretty cool. She said so, and still dying like a mouthbreather on her back, Veil patted her shoulder, missed the first time, and then patted her for real on the elbow.

Sasha got up, ignoring the Kai, ignoring the Guardian and their gratefulness, and got her rifle again. Veil caught her breath, and sat up, shaking. She was grimy from blood and gunk getting in her fur after mixing with dirt, she was regretting having fur at that moment, literally steaming, and she was being thanked by a friggin' god. She tried to say something cool, something smooth and wound up saying something like

"Holecurtanksheh!" as she had a shutdown of all higher brain functions. The literal guardian of the planet, and a literal god, were thanking the three of them - the red haired 'human-ish' guy, the Soldier who even now was ignoring the pair of them as she loaded what, with a grim look on her face, were her last bullets into both rifle and holdouts, then... Extricating her knife from a Kagzarn's eye socket with all the care and reverence one might have for removing it from a hock of ham. Ew. There was a kind of... Satisfaction to it that sickened Veil deeply in a way she had trouble articulating. So she didn't try, and just put them both, Sasha and MArkus, in the box marked 'Killers' in her headspace. Dangerous people who didn't value life too much, and weren't too bothered about dealing with people they thought of as enemies. In other words,not people she wanted to probably get to know too well. The little girl on the beach now carried a rifle that would probably blow her arm off if she tried to even pick it up.

Veil tried again at manners, tearing her gaze off Sasha's back, and met the Kai's eyes. She rose, bowed hastily to her, then without another word frankly assessed the odd-colored, pointy-eared goddess. No injuries. She nodded, bowed again on automatic, and then sped off on wings of sheer bloody terror that Sasha most certainly did not share. Because she was a grunt, not a religeous woman, Veil suspected, not knowing just how right she was. Even so, the soldier put her rifle on her shoulder, nodded to the Kai and said

"Hey Lady." she said, lighting a cigarette. She puffed, relishing the first of the rest of her life after her brush with death. "We are not safe. They will come back and we better make like an exorcist with a quota and get the devil out of here as quick as we can." she said, speaking with a bit of color, but also a serious level of frankness and I-don't-give-a-damn-ness in her voice.

Veil berated her mentally, Sasha's ears flicked, and she added

"Ma'am, I mean." she said, looking unashamed, expression and tone unchanging. She meant what she meant.
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Sep 21 2017, 02:14 AM Quote


Keya
Nomadic Guardian: Keeper Of The Font! Kagzran Foe:The one who doomed Eden?
NOTES: The (former) Kaiōshin!
For the first time in what felt like eons, Keya let out a strong sigh of relief.

While safety was always a relative term, especially for someone who had been on the run from scores of individuals for several years, the pale woman felt protected for the first time in a very long time. She couldn't remember the last time she had been cornered in this manner, with a sole defender, and manage to escape that scenario relatively unscathed. Not only did she managed to pull through, but do sis her initial, Arcuul defender. Thanks to the amassed group of individuals, they were alive.

They were safe. Even if but a moment, she would take time to cherish it. She had to, she didn't have an idea if she could continue on if she didn't. Once everyone began to settle down a bit, the Kaiōshin slumped down a bit against a tree, practically exhausted from the whole ordeal. Things weren't even close to being over, but tatking a moment for some comfort felt nice. Her moment of rest was interrupted by a sudden, rushing feeling of discomfort; not something that originated from the Kagzran, but something foreign and malicious nonetheless.

Eventually, the source revealed itself as a man came forth out of the forest and found himself among the group that saved her life. The man... the being was boastful in posture and dialog before he began to take on what remaining Kagzran forces were left, beckoning for more combat once he was finished. Years ago, the Kaiōshin would've snarled in disgust at such behavior and would've dealt with such a proclamation herself. These days, she hadn't the power, and even if she had, she was too exhausted for it.

Instead, she opted to be frank.

"I do not know who you are, demon," she started, catching the attention of the Guardian of the planet with her words, prompting the old man to turn around in mild surprise. He didn't even sense the fact that there was a demon present, and he had a moment of confusion as as he attempted to discern how Keya did without much effort or focus.

Then he remembered that she were a deity. Of course she'd notice. "But your casual provocation of the Kagzran puts all of our lives in jeopardy. You are needlessly endangering yourself to call on a foe you are in no position to defeat on your own."

Of course, Keya's words would likely fall on deaf ears as the disposition of the demon didn't seem like one who would take her comments to heart. The man radiated a level of maliciousness that was only matched or exceeded by the Kagzran themselves. It was quite possible that the only reason he hadn't attacked the assembled group himself was due to the circumstances of the event that currently plagued the world for the past several hours. And as much as she didn't like it, now was not the time to make new enemies.

Her thoughts shifted back to her impromptu Arcuul bodyguard once the woman --now recovered-- caught her attention with her words; Keya nodded in response. "Not ma'am, the formalities are not necessary. My name is Keya; there need not be any hesitation in referring to me as such."

With another sigh, the Kaiōshin pushed herself off of the tree and returned to her feet, her eyes meeting those of the Guardian before she looked across to the others. "I do agree that we should not linger here for long. We must retrieve the Font. It is what they're here for, and once I have it again, I can hopefully escape with and rid your home of this conflict. They will not remain if they know that I have it, and they will give chase. It is the fastest way of ending this battle."






Skarn

Those Of Malicious Intent!
3550 YEARS OLD
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Species: Demon

Occupation: Mercenary, Grand Arena Warrior

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Oct 11 2017, 01:21 PM Quote


Rushing in to dispatch any of the remaining Kagzran with blades and even possessing one of them to make short work of a few others, it wasn't long before Skarn stood amidst corpses, blood splattered around him and all along the ground. He had gotten a few gashes and bashes in his haste, but the last of them had been dealt with.

"I live on war and bloodshed, I gave several warriors the power they desired while I got all the fun of slaughtering their enemies. If you're so worried about your little friends, I suggest you all leave this to the men. I've been around for a few millennia, and as you can see, I can handle myself," he responded with that same arrogant tone.


Markus
Host of the Inferno
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22 YEARS OLD
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Occupation: Monster Hunter

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Dragons don't exist in this world, but I suppose we're close enough.
Oct 12 2017, 04:28 AM Quote


Markus didn't really know what to say in this gathering. There wasn't exactly much to say, when he thought on it. Thanks were given out, but he never thought to ask for them. After all, he hadn't done it for them. He'd done it because he wanted to. These things were on in his home. That made him upset. So he was just fixing what he saw as a problem, nothing more, nothing less. Still, he did find some amusement in some of the reactions to being thanked by what according to Suzaku next to him was a deity of sorts. Mostly the little lupine arcul. "It's rude to laugh at people Markus. Think about it from her standpoint. She's young, excited to prove her worth. And a god.... goddess, just thanked her. That's gotta mean alot."

That did not mean it was not funny, but Markus stopped himself from laughing for his own sake. He nodded his acceptance to the thanks and then paid attention to the larger arculs words. Er, larger being relative in this case. But she made a point. They were only putting themselves in danger by staying, that point only being further emphasized by the warmongering thing that was still, even after their deaths, mocking the horde of enemies. Speaking of leaving things to men. That made him laugh. It was a good, heartfelt laugh that had him struggling to stay upright for a moment, but when he recovered soon after he looked at the demon. His demeanor was more serious now.

"A man wouldn't readily taunt an enemy they know nothing about. Men are wiser than that, and they definitely wouldn't mock an ally because of conceptions they have no grounds for. She's advising a tactical retreat, something you in your few millennia of life probably haven't had the pleasure of doing, given your foolishness here. You can only handle yourself because you haven't fought something stronger. Turning away people that can help remove the horde because you think you can handle it all yourself? That's not something a man would do. Those are the ideals of a child, and not even that. A child would have the good sense to run away from all this. To seek safety. No, you aren't a child, not a man, you're barely even a person. You're little more than a beast, howling for reasons it can't comprehend. So beast, if all you're going to do is howl and swing your claws at whatever comes near; perhaps you should leave this to the men."

Markus was now standing mere feet from the demon, staring him down, daring him to do something. Because he had very little time to deal with someone screaming for blood, they had a job to do, and the clock was running on that.
Skarn

Those Of Malicious Intent!
3550 YEARS OLD
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Species: Demon

Occupation: Mercenary, Grand Arena Warrior

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Oct 13 2017, 05:00 PM Quote


Grinning behind his mask, Skarn swung his blades, sending a line of red crystal into the dirt before the man. "I'll give you one thing right, I'm no man. I'm a monster that won't hesitate to tear you apart. Cross that line if you're worth fighting, otherwise I suggest you and your little friends go back to playing savior for that helpless woman," he responded, the last few words laced with utter disregard for the fact was that woman was a Kaiōshin.
Abram Zima

General Populace
Seventy YEARS OLD
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Species: Human

Occupation: New Order Priest

Alignment: Neutral

Oct 13 2017, 06:44 PM Quote


"Wise men speak when they have something to say, fools speak because they have to say something."

A voice cracked through a slip of momentary silence, old and haggard, weathered with age and a faint fleck of annoyance, to go with the spatters of blood that dotted his scarred body like splotches of red ink; like markers of importance on a body mapped with stories. He looked exhausted, worn down and weary with an expression that bordered on one that was tired of this shit. "As for you, you crusty looking shit weasel." He directed his ire chiefly towards Skarn, apparent disgust lining his weathered, sun kissed face. "We understand you're a monster and we, I mean myself and," he pointed at Zam, you know, the guardian of Eden. "This old bastard who never takes the time to swing by for a game of chess or say hello." He glanced at Zam for a second. "We'll personally make sure there's nothing, not even a fleck of dust left of you to bury if you so much as step out of line."

"Yes, hello, so nice to see you too." A twitch of a smile playing at the corner of his cheek, he was trying to hide it, but that fell apart a second later. He bloomed into a full on grin. "Ah, who am I kidding. Long time no see old friend. Still doing good I see."
Master Zam
I'm Too Old For This!!!!
The Guardian Of Eden
112 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Master Zam has 17 posts. Offline. played by SBC









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Occupation: Guardian of Eden

Alignment: Good

Oct 29 2017, 11:29 PM Quote


"Oh for the love of God!" Zam paused and turned to Keya.

"Sorry."

The Guardian of Eden proceeded to bolt away immediately after. Everyone present had had their asses handed to them at least once, the entire planet was being ravaged by some malicious alien army hell bent on destroying anything and anyone in sight in order to get their hands on not only Keya, but some sort of item of significant power, and all signs pointed to them not even wanting to stop if they achieved that.

Bickering and in-fighting was not what they needed right now, not what the planet needed right now. Even if he weren't the man in charge with the defense of this magnificent and oftentimes horrible celestial body, there would've been very little to prevent the old man from marching over toward the newly arrived --and somewhat helpful for dispatching what was left of the barbarians-- demon.

Fortunately, another old, crackly son of a bitch got between the demon and the younger man who was confronting him, which saved Zamael some of the trouble, but of course, he had to chime in regardless given his role. "You're only alive right now because you were useful enough to help us take out these axe swinging assholes!" The Guardian chimed in, "But the moment you outlive that usefulness or the moment you threaten the safety of the world again by threatening one of us, I'll kill you myself!"

The last thing Zam wanted was a fight to break out between anyone or the demon for fear of what would happen if the Kagzran mounted a counter-attack. Regardless of his opinion, the demon had significant power to him and was far useful as someone who would help defeat the invaders than as a problem that would lead to their downfall.

And while Zam figured he had the power to put the man down, his goal was to conserve his stamina; he wasn't as spritely as he used to be after all, and didn't want to tire himself out before they managed to get to the Kharn.

Zam took in a sigh, looked over at Abram, and slapped him on the back with a hearty old man chuckle. "Your leathery son of a bitch, still alive I see," Zam exclaimed, "You're the one who needs to come by for a visit! I'm too damn old to be jumping from the lookout these days."




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Nov 4 2017, 01:57 AM Quote


Keya
Nomadic Guardian: Keeper Of The Font! Kagzran Foe:The former Kaiōshin!
NOTES:
While the two elderly men and the man with the fiery red hair began to bicker back and forth with the demonic entity, Keya let out a disgruntled sigh; this whole situation was unbecoming of her, but all of those involved. Their entire lives and the fate of this very planet and countless others hang in the balance while they bickered and squabbled. If this were three years ago (or was it three hundred years ago; mortal lifespans were tiny), Keya would've done away with this encounter with a mere gesture.

A slight wave of the hand, a snap of her fingers and the earth would've been parted. A mere ounce of her potential could've vaporized the entire countryside. A mere thought could've bound souls to the deepest, darkest part of hell one could ever imagine, and then she would go deeper still. Things changed, her powers changed, and the situation at hand required the former Kaiōshin to be far more diplomatic.

Fortunately, Keya was never really a rowdy deity, that was more the role of the Kaiōshin of the North.

So, instead of vaporizing any and everything in sight, she merely cleared her throat.

Loudly.

And several times.

"Surely, we are not afforded the time for this back and forth," Keya boomed, her voice immediately capturing the attention of Zam. "The safe guarding of the Font should be our priority, and if this demonic creature is willing to turn its aggression toward a mutual goal, then we must allow and tolerate it for the time being in order for for me to lure these Kagzran away from the planet."

"You know..." Keya diverted her attention to the young, blue eyed man who spoke up as he walked toward her. Zam watched Gokan's casual demeanor toward the one he deified and had a look of befuddlement, one Keya ignored as she focused on the warrior. "I've been stabbed by a bigass sword and we've been running around the world all day, and I don't think any one of us actually knows what this stupid ass 'Font' is." Font was emphasized with air quotes, of course, "Since you clearly know what it is, can we all get an explanation about what the hell we're risking a maiming to snatch and grab?"

As she looked over the man in blue and gray, the former Kaiōshin cocked her head to the side slightly. 'Hm, I was unaware that there were even Saiyans in this sector. Surprising."

"Second time I've heard that today."

"Either way, the Font is a vassal for what the Kagzran call 'The Rage'. I am sure they have shouted something alluding to that fact all throughout their invasion. What this Rage is, is actually a psychometric imprint of actual emotions, namely anger. There's many legends that regard the Font and The Rage by many names, but many align to the theory that Rage itself is a solidified mass of ki, sourced from an entity of tremendous power and potential that somehow draws upon psionic energy in order to grow in power. It s capable of imprinting itself in those it comes in contact with, providing powers to those who never wielded them and increasing the might of those with a hint of potential. The Font, in inducing unbridled anger in those it comes in contact with, as well as the amazing power it bestows on the one who commands it, is what caught my attention ages ago. The others did not deem it necessary to act on.

Back then, they were indeed correct, this Font was a non-issue, but I had the foresight to see what kind of danger it would pose if left unchecked, so I attempted to put a stop to it. Unfortunately, I failed in my task and was forced to use the bulk of my might just to contain this item and flee, keeping it away from the Kagzran in order to slow their progression. Eden was a backwater planet, so I believed that things would be safer here, but it appears that I was wrong."


Just as she finished speaking, there was a fairly loud growl coming from the forest, which was quickly followed by fairly audible and weighty footfalls. Eventually, a massive creature made its appearance known, tattered and bruised; clear signs that it had been in a battle. The various scrapes and cuts pointed to bladed weapons.

It'd been in combat with the Kagzran. As the beast appeared, Keya let out a sigh and moved over to it and began to pet it softly. "Do not worry; I believe the natives of this planet refer to this creature as a Pamyati. It befriended me many moons ago and helped to protect me when I was discovered by the Kagzran." Keya then focused her power into her hands to generate some treats for the massive beast, feeding it and giving it a reward for helping to save her life.





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Nov 6 2017, 02:52 AM Quote


Singh The Mystic!
Violence Personified: The Barbarian Horde! Hymn Of the Horde:Magical Rage!
NOTES: Mystic Kagzran!
The bickering and infighting served as a suitable distraction. That would be their downfall.

The maligned Shin-Jin took on a dusty, wisp like aura as he floated through the air; his k and magical energies suppressed to the point where he was impossible to detect. It was a delicate balance, making oneself imperceptible by sight and sense while moving just slow enough as to not disturb the surrounding environment. It was necessary, however. These beings, though paling in comparison to the Kharn, were not to be trifled with collectively nor individually.

The demon had more than enough confidence in his abilities, but even Singh recognized that solo, that was a battle he would not be leaving as a victor. The retreated and defeated Kagzran were proof of that. His actions of the moment shall be their recompense: the armies of the Kharn will return to combat renewed and with vigor and demolish those that stand in their way. They may require a bit of assistance, and that is where the mystic will come into play.

The pale lavender woman encountered the monstrous Pamyati in weeks past, befriending the beast and using the creature to defend herself during the initial attacks by the Kagzran. The giant Pamyati attacked with a ferocity very few animals of Eden possessed and utilized a rage that rivaled that of the Kagzran itself. The animal was angry; past trauma perhaps? It mattered not to Singh beyond the fact that its anger and inherit malice were suitable to be weaponized.

Just needed a push.

And as the group dealt with themselves, the demon made his presence known. He had to in order to do what he needed to do.

His sudden emergence didn't go unnoticed by the planet's guardian.

"What the devil...!?" The old man yelped as Singh smashed his staff into the back of the head of the Pamyati.

"This one is angry! I wonder how it reacts to a touch of the Rage!!!" From the staff erupted a plume of sickly gray wisps of magical energy that immediately sunk itself into the beast, which caused it to let out a vicious, vicious roar. "Yarost! That is your name is it not! These damnable things before you want to remove you of your rage! They want to destroy you!" As the pamyati roared, the bodies of some of the dead Kagzran began to stagger and lift off of the ground. These beings weren't revived, no, but their remnants of Rage were being stripped from their corpses and began to stream into their new host.

Into Yarost.

The Pamyati began to absorb and consume the Rage, amplifying it with its own pent up anger and frustration until the ground beneath it began to buckle. The Guardian attempted to react, but was blown back by the force of the rapidly rising, corrosive ki. Keya let out a howl in surprise, and in the chaos, Singh dropped down and snatched Keya from the ground. "The Kharn would love to have a word with you!"

"No!!!" Keya protested as she attempted to break free from the grip; it was a fruitless effort, however.

Singh then turned back to the group that surrounded Yarost and rose his staff into the air to let out another radiant display of energy. This energy punctured the ground and swam over the bodies of the Kagzran untouched by his previous display of might. Within a matter of seconds, limbs, whole bodies began to claw their way to the surface as zombified remains of what life died on these grounds in ages past. The newly dead Kagzran were revived in a similar manner. And as if on cue, the Kagzran that retreated also began to return.


"Kagzran, aid the Yarost beast and tear the flesh from their remains!"

Suitable distraction in place, Singh, with Keya in tow, began to shoot through the sky like a rocket. No need for him to worry, Eden's warriors would be plenty busy before they died.







Gokan Bushino
The Least Angry Saiyan Ever
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21 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Gokan Bushino has 34 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: Saiyan

Occupation: Seller of Cell Phones!

Alignment: Neutral Good

Nov 6 2017, 03:52 PM Quote


Things were calmn.

Gokan should've known that that a sign that shit was going to go insane in a matter of minutes.

The Barbarians were defeated and retreated, which gave them time to settle in to the fact that they discovered and rescued Keya; that was good news. Some weird dude showed up and started talking shit, but others got involved with that fiasco before the former monk interjected with a pleasant roundhouse kick. The weight of responsibility was off of his shoulders with that, and he couldn't have been more relieved.

Then, when it came to this Keya person, someone who the apparent Guardian of Eden referred to as God, there were a lot of questions that needed to be asked and answers, but even the Saiyan knew that with time being pressing, the focus should remain on the topic at hand, specifically the Font that they were running around the planet, punching barbarians in the face for, and what it entailed. And with that question answered, they could then focus on continuing to punch barbarians in the face until they all decided to give up and go home.

Heh, about that that bit; turns out, they were still in the mood to fight.

It all happened too fast, even for Gokan. Not to say that he was the fastest person present, but at the moment, he was by far the closest to Keya, so he should've been the one to jump in once the mysterious stick wielding dude appeared and began to do something to Keya's bigass pet. Waves of ki began to enter the body of the giant monstrous creature while bodies clawed their way to the surface and the limb bodies of dead Kagzran rose to their feet like puppets on a string.

Zombies; Gokan hated zombies!

They were a tired cliche thirteen seconds ago, back when the former monk relegated such things to the works of fiction. Sure, they were fun in the Evil Residence games, popping them in the face and then running up to suplex them into oblivion, but real life? Yeah, fuck that noise.

And as the floating wizard snatched Keya and began to take off, Gokan ignored the revived dead and launched himself into the air. He couldn't fly, hell, he didn't even know how far he could jump, but he felt he reacted with more than enough time to spare to be able to intercept the staff man, blast him out of the sky, and then catch Keya, leaving the rest up to those he currently allied with. Unfortunately for him, that rationale was flawed. The big Pamyati thing, the one apparently called Yarost, wanted to play.

The giant arm ripped through the air with speed one would never expect from something so large, batting Gokan out of the sky before he even reached fifty feet.

The Saiyan ragdolled into the ground before his body bounced out of the impact crater it made and through several trees before he managed to roll end over end into somewhat of a crouched position, his left forearm being dragged across the surface in order to slow his movement. "Dammit!" He boomed; that shit hurt. Not crippling bad, mind you, but he was well aware of the fact that the Pamyati was more than capable of inflicting serious damage. And with the zombies and the other Kagzran reinforcements, dealing with Yarost was going to be tough.

And so, Gokan sighed, returned to his feet, and ignited his blue aura as he began to power up. Zombies and Kagzran were swarming to isolate him from the others, so he'd have to fend those asshats off before he joined up with the party again. The first undead attempted attempted to strike, but Gokan dodged, rocked it with an uppercut, and the pivoted behind it and grabbed the creature by the waist, quickly obliterating it with a suplex that generated enough force to uproot the ground, throwing debris into the others that attempted to attack and flinging them some distance away.

"Looks like video games are paying off." Extra bonus: he didn't have to hold back on something already dead.
Skarn

Those Of Malicious Intent!
3550 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Skarn has 11 posts. Offline. played by LS95









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Species: Demon

Occupation: Mercenary, Grand Arena Warrior

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Nov 10 2017, 07:10 PM Quote


As the events unfolded Skarn couldn't help but growl out, "I told you to watch her, but you just had to-", stopping mid-sentence as the big scaaaary wizard began to raise the dead and corrupt the Pamyati. "Are you fucking serious? That's it? That's your plan?", he shouted out in disgust at Singh to little effect as the mage flew away with Keya in tow. The recently re-animated shouldn't be too much of an issue, but the corrupted beast might prove to be a bit of a problem, especially if the rest of them wanted to keep it alive for whatever reason.

Moving to dismember and decapitate one of the nearby raised barbarian, the demon groaned at the retaliatory assault. Calling out to the others, he had an idea. One that they'd probably agree with, given the urgency or their situation. "This shit's going to take too long! We could try to destroy them all in one big blast, if you have the energy. Maybe I can try to take the beast for a spin, see how it handles for a change, but we need to get a plan together. NOW."
Master Zam
I'm Too Old For This!!!!
The Guardian Of Eden
112 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Master Zam has 17 posts. Offline. played by SBC









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Species: Human

Occupation: Guardian of Eden

Alignment: Good

Dec 1 2017, 11:19 PM Quote


"Son of a bitch!""

It was a simple sentence that encapsulated just about everything the Guardian of Eden felt about the entire situation up to this point. Didn't matter if it was about the initial attack on the planet, the struggle it was to gather up individuals strong enough to help defend the world against the assault, or the very situation they all found themselves in at the very moment, the meaning was clear behind Zam's words.

Specifically, however, he was focused on how in the span of five minutes, since the arrival of the demon, their entire battle plan went to hell.

The demon caused enough of a ruckus, enough of a distraction for Keya to have been kidnapped by the Kagzran, her beast of a Pamyati enraged and turned against them. The reanimated corpses of the barbarians and the zombies pulled from the soil weren't much of a concern in the grand scheme; they were a nuisance more than anything. But them, the Kagzran in the skies primed for a counter-attack, and the monster seemingly named Yarost were things that would prove to be difficult, and he knew it. It was the only reason why he didn't bother to kill the demon on the spot.

The old man's eyes zipped across the battlefield as the Saiyan pounced, taking to the air in a single bound in order to catch up to Keya's kidnapper, only to be smacked out of the sky by the Pamyati, utterly surprising Zam with its speed. He'd come across Pamyati before, but nothing that fast. It was as clear as day that they'd need to subdue the mind controlled Yarost before they could even begin to mount a rescue.

The wall of Kagzran and cannon fodder needed to be cleared of, first.

Taking a deep breath, Zam lunged forward and delivered a sharp elbow into an encroaching zombie; the force launched it like a rocket into a Kagzran that cleaved it in half with an axe. The entire move was a distraction, allowing Zam to get close and generate a wave of ki that chilled the air around the woman and her immediate allies. Within a heartbeat, they were trapped in a sheathe of ice. Zamael took the axe in response and hurled it toward someone else before he took off once more, powering up along the way.

Three steps later, the old man was in the air to drive a knee into the face of the Pamyati. The beast growled in frustration and swatted the old man way. Three flips through the air later, the Guardian landed on his feet and intensified his aura as he power increased further. "Don't hold back on him!!" The man exclaimed as he flexed and shouted. Within seconds, he was consumed by a crimson aura as he activated Kaiō-Ken, rapidly tripling his power in an instant. Sure, Zam could've powered up to his current level without the use of the technique as he was nowhere near full power without it --yes, that flew in the face of his statement -- but his old body didn't work like it used to and that would've taken precious seconds he didn't want to waste. His arms were quickly rotated and brought to his left side before he began to palm a sizable sphere of ki between them.

a step forward later, Zam unleashed his Kaiōhameha, allowing the massive wave of blue energy to stream forward toward the Pamyati. Yarost screamed and charged toward the blast as it engulfed hi and damn near sprinted through the whole thing before he casually smashed the old man deep into the ground.

Zam screamed in pain. Then he screamed again.

"Someone hit this damned thing!"



Abram Zima

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Seventy YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Abram Zima has 12 posts. Offline. played by Glennard









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Species: Human

Occupation: New Order Priest

Alignment: Neutral

Dec 8 2017, 02:01 AM Quote


So much unfolded in such a short span of time that Abram had trouble focusing on any one thing. What he did know was that someone snagged the Kaiō woman, there were zombies....fucking zombies, of all the things that could happen in this day and age. It had to be zombies.

Abrams hated those goddamn zombie movies and everything about them with an unrivaled passion.

But most importantly, the large beast had apparently lost it's mind and the man closed his eyes, sighed and relaxed a little. The second he had opened them again, he looked a decade older but far, far more dangerous in that moment as he spoke in a hushed whisper. "I hate doing this, it hurts me to do this, but it is time to preach a sermon of blood and fists." His gaze was fixed to Yarost as a growl left his lips, a soft challenge that was barely a whisper at first as a geyser of energy flared up around the old man. Then the whisper became a deafening roar, the ground began to tremble and even small bits of debris began to lift off the ground.

To the people that could feel energy, it was a rapid rise in power that seemed to continue to spike and grow in leaps and bounds and within it was a small seed of savage fury that seemed to be growing from within a bed of tranquility. Abram was centering himself even as he cut loose as some would put it, as he forced himself to regress within that growing vortex of raw power. All the way back to the prime of his life, back to when people where afraid, and rightly so, of the red king.

It was like staring down one of the many famed beasts of Rodina and all you had for protection was a twig.

Except his power was still growing. The gap was widening and to those that knew the history of Abram Konstantin Zima, about his time as the red king of the reach, would easily know why he was still regarded as the king of those mountains, why the people, the bandits he cared for, treated like a family, refused to accept anyone else into that position.

And it wasn't just the fact he treated them, the destitute humans and arcuul, the outcasts, even the blackbloods that made up his mountain based family like actual people instead of criminals.

It was because he was a goddamn monster in his own right.

As the geyser exploded around him, two beams of energy flung free from the cloud of dust before coalescing into one larger stream aimed for the Enraged beast. This Stygian fang was like a massive battering ram of red and black about as massive as a redwood trees trunk and at the other end, where the leathery old man once stood, was a man in his mid twenties with long, wild hair and covered in a sheen of metallic red streaked with obsidian. The identifying hallmark of his Reihado-ken stonehands. "Alright, no more bullshit!"
NPC
That Which Drives The Plot!
Omnidirectional Narrative Puppet
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Jan 11 2018, 06:56 PM Quote


Yarost the Destroyer!
Violence Personified: The Barbarian Horde! Beast Of The Kagzran:Pamyati Rage!
NOTES: Mystic Kagzran!
The mountain of a Pamyati roared as the Guardian of Eden lay beneath his fist, being driven into the ground further and further as the seconds passed. As the old man struggled beneath the limb, Yarost did applied far more force. The man cried out for assistance, and Yarost struck even harder.

One of the Kagzran wandered close to the raging Pamyati, likely coming close to aid the nigh-feral beast in his assault on the assembled forces. Unfortunately for the warrior, Yarost didn't bother to make a distinction between friend and foe, and simply snatched the alien warrior from out of the sky and slammed her into the ground multiple times as well before casually chucking her broken and battered body off to the side.

It was that lull in pounding on the Guardian that allowed the old man to gain some leverage which he began to use to force Yarost back. No longer distracted, the Pamyati turned to focus his attack back on the Guardian, only to be momentarily blinded by a sudden surge of light and pressure as one of the others began to power up significantly. In response to that, pure Rage began to bubble from Yarost's mouth as he gathered his power to blast the soon to be attacker, only to receive a powerful dropkick to the side of his face.

Yarost roared as the white hot blast that was bound for the man powering up was blasted off into the sky instead, interrupted by the Saiyan. As the elder Guardian took a moment to recover, the Saiyan followed up with an uppercut and a series of powerful left hooks. A surprising burst of speed from the massive pamyati nearly took the Saiyan's head off while he fluttered momentarily in mid-air, but he was pulled to the ground by the aforementioned Guardian.

"Someone hit this thing while he's distracted!" The Saiyan boomed.

Yarost then let out a shout of his own, and then another stream of pure Rage at the two men. That too, was interrupted, as a sudden wave of powerful ki engulfed the monster before tossing him across the battlefield. It didn't hold him back for long, however, as he began to hammer away at the mass of ki in his rapid approach toward the crowd of fighters.




Markus
Host of the Inferno
General Populace
22 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Markus has 41 posts. Offline. played by Markus









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Species: Human

Occupation: Monster Hunter

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Dragons don't exist in this world, but I suppose we're close enough.
Jan 12 2018, 11:34 AM Quote


This was a clusterfuck. Plain and simple. This whole damn invasion was just about ready to make Markus crack and just go straight to immolation first and sift through the ashes later mode. But with this many people around and a good few of them being allies, he didn't want to go straight to anything that might flat out kill them. So instead he went into tactics. The red head was suddenly shrouded in green flames and shot up into the air, throwing off flecks of emerald that quickly grew into their proper forms. The Phoenix Flower was soon in full bloom, with the flock of vehicle sized green flame birds circling around Markus. They didn't stay around him for long. The large fire constructs soon swooped down, some of them focusing on the dead men walking and the majority of them, a good fifteen or so, focusing on the raging Pamyati. He was aiming to overwhelm the monster with numerous superheated birds. And although the flames might not scorch it, they still had some very sharp talons.

Even without that, getting hit by them would still feel like getting slammed by several vehicles at full speed. Something Markus was counting on.

While Markus directed them to do that, he weaved the others to attack, burn, swarm, and cremate the zombies. Making sure that they couldn't and wouldn't be getting back up dead or not. Anything that wasn't designated as an ally was cooked into ash, anything that was, avoided like the damn plague. If nothing else he could help with crowd control and keep the bigger thing distracted from the bigger threats of their little group. Once the dead were taken care of he was going to focus on using the solid flames to restrain and subdue the big guy.
Skarn

Those Of Malicious Intent!
3550 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Skarn has 11 posts. Offline. played by LS95









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Species: Demon

Occupation: Mercenary, Grand Arena Warrior

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Jan 16 2018, 04:57 PM Quote


Watching the fiery constructs incinerate the horde of dead, and after the focused assault on Yarost, Skarn decided to rush toward the beast as he sent his blades back from where he summoned them. He ran as fast as he could, passing by Markus and Abrams as he summoned his rifle again, aiming to send a shower of molten brimstone at the beast's face to try and blind it as he neared. Surely it was a madman's effort at this point, but if he could actually pull off possessing the beast and calming it down, they'd be able to hurry and have an actual chance at averting a far worse crisis.

Taking his chance and leaping up into the air, he tried to angle himself to get a better landing against the beast's head where the demon would plant his hands against it and try to possess the enraged Pamyati and meld into it before it could try to knock him off or worse. Here's hoping he could pull it off.

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