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05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
Post by Wizard King on May 26, 2019 21:39:31 GMT -5
Calling All Mages!
Standing in front of the crowd, Nero had to admit for the first time in many years as the Wizard King--he was nervous on some level. The faith he had in his Clover mages was unwavering, but the castle that would be looming in the distance very shortly was a legitimate threat to everything they loved. This would require serious effort to thwart, effort from Nero himself. Stepping out in front of those who had gathered, he spoke a few words.
"Hello mages. Thank you for coming, especially those not affiliated with a squad.
We have fought long and hard to protect this country, but I'm afraid the Witching Hour is nearly upon us. The Shining Stone Palace will be making its way just outside the Capital. I need every man and woman's help here. Even the Captains and I will be participating.
The Captains will be assisting evacuation and helping of the people in the city. I will personally, be providing structural defense to the Capital against the weapons of the Palace. The recon done on the castle itself indicates the main cannon could easily level cities, and as such I will be personally stepping out to defend against it.
I'm going to need you all to attack the castle on every level. You will each be given specific assignments from your squad captains on where you are going and how you are getting there. Our goal is to completely overwhelm them and storm up to the top level to destroy the crystal powering this weapon. Once we do that, we will destroy the castle itself.
I will not lie. There is a good chance many of you may die. I wish there was another option, but there is not. The Palace is simply too strong for any of us to overcome alone. So prepare yourself, my magic knights. This is it. The Final Battle..."
Nero stood in front of them, strong. He rarely did this, but he gave the knights a salute. He looked over to his captains and nodded. The Wizard King was counting on them. As for now, it was time to prepare. It had been a long time since he had been summoned to the battlefield. And this time was no joke.
[attr="class","genheader"] Diamond Finale Sign - Ups, Confirmation
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Magic Knight Mantle, Reaper's Cloak, Black Leather Gloves
So, they were in the endgame now? [break][break] Someone had once said a line so cliche as that. She felt as if it was a hero to a story she had read long ago. She sighed to herself, she wasn’t standing among the crowd. Instead, she stood upon a raven made of shadow, flying somewhat higher in the sky. She could still hear Nero’s announcement, it seemed that the Wizard King could still project his voice from so far away. It was cold in the sky, she felt the breeze of windchill tickle her bare skin. [break][break] A final battle. Something so heroic and so climactic like that. Silver hair trailed behind her as she looked down to the crowds below, it was amazing how many had gathered. That was the power of the strongest mage in Clover, he could call Knights and Citizen Mages by his single decree. Such an inspiring man, or at least, he had to be. [break][break] Vanilla sensed many powerful mages in the crowd, some she recognized, some she didn’t. But there was still a large majority that were average at best and likely the first of the ones to die at the worst. The noble Blake heir sighed to herself as her raven floated high in the sky, she had come from the Peacock Base via a spatial portal but it was her decision not to get lost in the crowd. A few other mages were also in the sky, from those on brooms to those with supplementary transport magic of their own. Hers was obvious though, a giant raven made of shadow, its wingspan large enough to be a cloud in the sky, feathers of shadow constantly trailing behind it. The wind picked up her magic knight mantle, and the cape of her grim reaper’s cloak also picked up floating magically in the wind. As she stood, she raised her hands, adjusting her fine, black leather gloves digit by digit. The Crest of her House Black, a black raven, looked back to her in silhouetted eyes. [break][break] Breathe in. [break][break] Breathe out. [break][break] She could remember so long ago when she first joined the knights when she had cried before her own magic had scared her, when she had been afraid of the dark. When… she had been weak. She wasn’t weak anymore, she could say that proudly. But another part of her asked, what cost did she pay to become strong? Her hand traveled further up, the leather touching the uneven skin of the scar that marred her face. She had to think that maybe this was the final battle, that all they had to do was win and then everything would be over. But things never worked out so easily. It was going to be a hard fight and despite everything, she wasn’t exactly the one to fight with inspiration in her heart. [break][break] She heard the most powerful mage in Clover explain the plan. It really was a desperate assault. The Shining Stone Palace... Why did it always feel like every fight was unexpected? That every battle they were on the underdog side? People would die. That wasn’t a question. The better inquiry was just ‘how many?’ Was she afraid to die too? Wasn’t that her job? That’s all it ever was, a duty, a job, a life thrown into a path called ‘hero.’ Because in the end, that’s what Magic Knights were. Heroes. All the good heroes died good, memorable deaths. [break][break] With so many years in the Order, she wondered if she really deserved that title. [break][break] Schatten Weiss. Sentinel of Retribution. Royal Knight. Heir of House Blake. She did have a lot of titles, not that she ever actually had been able to pick any of them. They were all a bit too gaudy for her taste anyway. Sapphire eyes looked out to the horizon, a night so beautiful had to have been ruined by the onset of battle. She could see light in the distance… sunrise? Not for a few more hours. The weather seemed to display the same kind of somber attitude. Maybe nature itself knew humanity was so desperate for war. [break][break] She knew it was useless to wish for something else. But if this really was the end, maybe it could be the end for her too. No, not death. A new life instead. She had once dreamed of the idea before. A small house in the Forsaken Region. A small bed. Small feet creaking on wooden boards. A small life. Her face held the same stoic, expressionless stare. She hadn’t thought about that dream in a long time, not since she didn’t have anyone to share that dream with anymore. [break][break] “...The Final Battle..." [break][break] Vanilla stood straight, her feet even on her raven of shadows. She put her hand to her chest in the three-fingered salute, her mind clearing itself of all those unnecessary troubles. This really was it and this was the duty she had dedicated her life to. For Clover, for the people she needed to protect, for her family and her father. And most of all, for herself. [break][break] Spells Used:[break] Umbra Avis Avem
Fast Lane:Transportation spells may give an additional 5 meters a second faster than normal. Once they become Grand rank this increases to 10 meters a second.
Description: Vanilla summons a giant raven made of solid shadow. The raven appears like a giant creature of pure darkness, with a wingspan of just over 30 m. Is it able to fly freely through the air and can remain intact as long as it is within Vanilla's range of 40 m. The raven is meant to serve as mainly transportation for Vanilla and her allies, with its main body big enough to support several standing persons. While flying, it appears to leave a trail of withering and dissipating feathers of pure shadow.
The total combined weight load the Raven may carry is 1000 lbs (~450 kg).
Last Edit: May 27, 2019 0:18:07 GMT -5 by vanilla✾
Post by Vulf Terell on May 27, 2019 8:28:22 GMT -5
Fate had a strange, yet amusing way of playing with the two Terell siblings. The two of them ended up joining the Order, although for different reasons: one was reluctant to work under them, the other was proud of doing so. The two of them were there, meters across each other. After five long years, they were together in the same place. However, the sheer number of Magic Knights that were present made it unable for them to even see each other. Whether they would discover their same blood during the final stand against Diamond, whether one or the other -or the two of them, or even none at all- ended up dying to the invaders, it was up to fate's whims once again... something that neither of the brothers appreciated in the slightest.
The stronger of the two found himself lost in the crowd, among the many Magic Knights. He was still not used to be wearing that mantle, and he was not going to get used to it any time soon. However, there was something much, much better ahead to distract him from that. After all, he rarely had the chance of being so close to the leader of the order himself.
-"So that's him. That's the man that stands atop this order, atop this country." -Vulf looked up, eyeing Wizard King Nero carefully. His sensory ability was piss poor, so he was unable to feel his mana from his current position, but he already had the appearance of someone who was crazy strong. Maybe it was his prejudiced view, given he already knew that he was the strongest mage in the country. While the average joe might have never seen Nero, they all knew about him, his feats, his accomplishments, his strength. Next to him, even his deceased mentor was a pebble on the road.
That same celebrity was about to step out and proceed to give them a small speech, probably as a briefing to the operation that was about to take place. With a flying castle of doom coming towards them at full speed, the situation was dire, to say the least, so he began by acknowledging everyone present with two simple words: "Thank you".
Nero's thanks went mostly unheard by the Lightning user. Even though he was -a provisional- part of the Crimson Lions now, that was not why he was there. No, even if he had still his freedom, even if he did not have someone watching his every movement, Vulf would have joined everyone present in that room anyway. That much should've been clear, at least to the mage that had apprehended him before, who was by the way floating above them carried by a giant raven. So she could use that type of magic too, huh... he would make a mental note on that. Making a transport was pretty useful on a normal situation, for sure, but it probably had little applications in the midst of battle.
He would return to hearing the Wizard King's speech. Obviously, they were going to go at them with full force, meaning all captains and vice-captains, and of course Nero himself would be joining the battle. The Captains were to provide assistance with the evacuation while he protected the city, and the rest would be the ones to launch the offensive. They'd probably be tag along for the offensive once they were sure that the citizens were safe. Good. Nobody else needed to die at their hands, at least nobody that had not resolved to put their lives on the line.
Their plan was simple: attack and overwhelm the enemy, wreck the city-leveling weapon mounted on it and then clean up. Of course, simple did not mean easy, as he would go on telling them about the dangers, about the chance they were going to die.
Far from scaring him, Nero's last words only caused a faint half-smile to begin forming on his lips. Many of them will die? He wished there was another option? -"That's where you're wrong, Wizard King. For me... this is everything I've been looking for" -those words crossed his mind, just as the same battle-hungry half grin appeared on his face once again, replacing his usual calm and laid-back gesture. For all he cared, those disgusting pieces of shit had saved him the trouble of hunting them down on his own, and after all the events that had transpired lately, he was dying to blow off some steam. Yes, he was well aware that he was still a weakling, that much had been made clear recently. However, it was impossible for him to back away when every fiber in his body was ready for the upcoming battle.
Plus, his life had been on the line for years now. He had always played staking it. Granted, there was a huge chance he'd lose it this time, since there would be no options to run away... however, he had nothing tethering him or restraining him any longer. His family was gone, and he knew at least part of the people he had met and who he could call "friends" would be dying there, perhaps alongside him. The only way he'd be having any regrets was if he did not fight that day.
Nero himself would then salute to them. Vulf would have never expected someone of his caliber to do so, so it prompted his previous grin to turn into a softer smile, snapping him out of his rage. While he was never going to be part of the Knights, at least voluntarily, the Lightning user knew that all went beyond his family, his mentor and his previous judgement. Thus, not the Crimson Lion he had forcibly become, but Vulf Terell himself, saluted to him in respect. While his intentions may not have been as noble as many of them there, he would make damn sure that those bastards would not take more than they already had. If he could prevent people from going through that same view... it would be very well worth it. Even if he had to forfeit everything to achieve that.
Clara released a shaky breath as she stood among the ranks of the knights, trying desperately to calm herself down. What the hell was she even doing here? ‘I’m here to fight. To prove myself.’ Clara calmly thought, completely at odds with the rest of her nerves. It was a hell of a way to test yourself, to just throw yourself into the fire like this, but yet here she was. Barely able to use her magic and filled with enough false bravado to assault a formidable castle. She was likely going to die. There were safer options, even if they were slower. Build up enough of a power base and climb the ranks normally.
"No, this is my choice." She said with conviction, the first time she felt something like it since she stepped onto this soon to be hellscape. She could feel it. She once read that it was harder to assault a castle than it was to defend it. After all, the walls were there for a reason, magic or not. They kept you out, and enough of a distance away for other mages to just rain down hell upon you, leaving you with little to defend yourself. Was it going to be like that? How many people were going to die just breaching the gate?
Would she be among them?
Another breath later and she was under control again, or at the very least, better than she was a moment before. This was entirely impulsive. She knew of the Diamond, and they did push her out of her home, but she didn't have the same rage and hatred many others might- she didn't experience any of it until they came for her town. It was one thing to prove yourself, to try to make a name for yourself, but you had to have the power to do so.
And that was the question, wasn't it? She did have magic. She had Beast Magic, but didn't even know how to use it until very recently. Enough to pass the inspection, but they might have just been desperate for bodies. As the king saluted the group, she saluted back. 'I hope you know what you're doing, Clara.', her mind intoned softly.
This was it for Marcius. After having traveled all the way from his home town of Kiten, he had finally made it into the Royal Capital of the Clover Kingdom. It had taken quite a bit of time, but thankfully, after having traversed the lands for as long as he had, he had finally made his way into the royal lands. It was certainly different than he had expected, but a delightful surprise nonetheless. The buildings and people had all seemed to vibrant and beautiful! Some had even seemed to have come from the lands in which he had encountered. It was strange seeing so many people within this area, but than again, perhaps it was always like this? The massive crowd that he would eventually run into would prove otherwise.
Finding himself to be rather curious about the massive crowd of people that he had encountered, Marcius would naturally begin to delve into the crowd. He had wanted to know what it was that had been going on at this moment. What could possibly bring this many people out to the center of the royal capital? Was it always like this or was something else going on here? He couldn't be sure, so he was going to need to do some investigating to find out.
The further that Marcius had delved into the crowd of people, the more that it would seem that he would learn. There had been some kind of trouble brewing within the capital. Something that the wizard king himself was going to need to get involved in. Something that.. Well, as the Wizard king would come out in front of the crowd of people, that he himself was going to explain.
After having listened to what the wizard king had to say, Marcius had begun to slowly piece some things together. There was going to be a huge fight. A battle within the war that had been brought back once more. One that his own town had been trying to stave off, but unfortunately wasn't capable of doing in this situation. One that the wizard king, the magic knights and their captains and even the casual mages of this land were going to need to get involved in. It was going to be big. It was going to be bad. And it was likely that many people were going to die.
Honestly unsure of what to think in this situation, Marcius had found himself growing worried. He had wanted to help out in some way, but he wasn't apart of a magic knights squad. From the way that the wizard king had explained it, everyone was going to be taking part in this battle, but only those with squads were going to be assigned specific tasks. With that much in mind, what could he really do? Would he have to join in with some random group and hope that things worked out well? Or maybe he would need to work with the captains to evacuate people? Unsure of what to do in this situation, Marcius had found himself dwelling on everything that he had just learned and hoping that there were to be explanations for everything before this would all go down.
'I'm going to need to find some of the people I know if I want any hope of understanding whats going on.. I just hope that they are around to help..'
"From this height, I can look down on all of these other magic knights while atop by black shadow birb... hehehe."
Next to Vanilla fluttered Majolica looking down on the crowd, a dour look on her face and her arms crossed. She shook her head. Evidently, she was trying to do an impression of Vanilla.
"Hehe, just kidding Vanilla. But that's how people are going to see you if you keep floating this far away. Even if we are Coral Peacocks, hehehe, today we're all just magic knights! We should go down closer and be with everyone else! Hehe, we're all fighting together today after all! Oh, hehe, and chin up! We've got a country to defend and it won't do looking all sullen. Hehehe, you're a senior member of the Coral Peacocks! Hehehe, all of those people down there are looking to you for confidence. And before you say that you're no leader, hehe, it doesn't matter what you think or don't think you are. Hehehe, what's important is how the others see you. Be strong. Hehe, if not for yourself, then for those that follow behind you. Hehehe, anyway, I'm moving closer to the rest of the group."
Majolica began to fly closer to the others then stopped. Turning to Vanilla, Majolica saluted her.
"Intellect, ingenuity, and virtue, hehehe."
Waving to Vanilla, Majolica flew down closer to be among the other magic knights. Looking around the crowd, Majolica saw many faces she didn't recognize and some she did. One such face was the newly christened Crimson Lion, Vulf, complete with mantle. Majolica had met Vulf some time ago. It was back when she had to hoof it all the way to the outskirts of the Witches' Forest. She did this once a month, often times with fellow witch and Coral Peacock Nephoria in tow, to check the Witches' Forest barrier for signs of weakness or gaps. It was also during these trips that Majolica tested her theories on how to break through the barrier so she could go back to her home. Unfortunately, even after all this time, the Witches' Forest was still sealed tightly.
On one of her treks to the forest, Majolica had come across Vulf resting underneath a tree. Then, he had seemed like a lost yet stalwart young man. They had talked for what seemed like hours, and Majolica had done her best to advise him and set him on the path where he could grow strong enough to face whatever event had left him scarred in the past. She had done this because she believed Vulf could grow to become a hero that commoners could look up to. Someone like them that had come from nothing, but had come to represent the best qualities of the kingdom. Whether or not he took the mantle of a magic knight didn't matter, all he needed to do was help those that needed it. Majolica had hoped Vulf would grow to be someone commoners could aspire to be like. Someone to give them hope. But that had been ruined by the arrival of the traitor.
The Coral Peacock's library was vast and the news of Vulf's trial had not gone unnoticed. Even if he hadn't killed anyone himself, even if he had stated he was simply a captive, Majolica would never believe it. Vulf wasn't the sort of person to be taken prisoner. The man she knew would have fought back, or at the very least run. He would not have stood by while innocent people were massacred. Even if the odds were insurmountable he was not the type to give in. No, Majolica believed it was much more likely that Vulf was coerced. She was sure he had been promised the power to either fix whatever trouble he was running from, or the strength to reach the answers to his questions. In that pursuit, he had aided, or at the very least failed to stop, an atrocity.
All but one of Majolica's squad mates guarding the trial dungeon had died that day, and he was responsible. The Coral Peacocks were the squad known for their healing. Outside the dungeon they had stationed some of their brightest healers to care for the injured. The Coral Peacocks saved lives, each one of the fallen had healed and cared for uncountable numbers of magic knights and commoners alike. They had dedicated their lives to healing the sick and wounded, and he stood by and watched as they were massacred.
The one life he saved did not lessen the loss of all the others. He was no longer her friend or ally. Now Vulf was just a disappointment. No number of good deeds would wipe away his sins. He was an eyesore. Scum, like all of the other traitors who abandoned their duty to the people of Clover for personal gain or selfish cause. Majolica looked away in disgust and flew to a different area.
Moving on, Majolica spotted a recent acquaintance, Clara. She flew down closer and waved. Majolica was proud of Clara. The girl had only recently learned to fight and to harness her magic, and yet here she was, putting her life on the line in the defense of her home. Majolica was proud. As she approached, Majolica gave Clara a thumbs up.
"Hehe, so you're here too huh? That's very brave! Hehehe, it's a noble thing you're doing helping to protect the country and its people. Hehe, but be sure to be smart when you're out there! Fight hard, but don't be reckless! Hehe, and if you're hurt, come find me. I'll fix you right up! Hehehe!"
Majolica waved goodbye then flew upwards into the loose pack of individuals riding brooms. When Wizard King Nero began to speak, Majolica listened carefully and intently. She had only seen the Wizard King a few times before, but knew much about him thanks to the records kept at the squad library.
Hehehe, war is on the horizon, and I, Majolica of the Witches' Forest, Magic Knight of the Coral Peacock squad, will meet it head on! Hehehe!
Listening the the Wizard King, Majolica looked out to the horizon.
Post by Sidar Légu on May 28, 2019 18:53:43 GMT -5
Sidar wasn't sure how he had expected this meeting to go, but as far as inspiring speeches, his old man could pull something out of his ass that was better than this. What, was telling them to their face they would die supposed to light a fire under their asses? Besides, this was a god damned war, of course the threat of death was present, if he wanted them at full throttle, he should give a plan then some sort of rant about how "victory was assured" or something other than what they got. Since the wizard king was no help in inspiring him, he thought back on what his father would say about this situation: "You'd better win, runt! If you die out there I'll kick your ass back to life so I can kill you myself for being so weak!"
Ah, that old man. Sidar pondered about everything he learned from his father, mainly exercises to maximize muscle mass and force, as well as the bare minimum for magic casting. Most importantly, he was taught about how no one was born special, they had to become special. As far as he was concerned, he had to be just as good as any of these magic knights if he was going to be a part of their army, and he was lucky to have been allowed to join, despite not actually having been part of any squad beforehand. That did beg the question, however, what were the soldiers without a squad supposed to do? He found himself hoping there was some sort of briefing, and with the king's words, it sounded like that would be the case.
He still had some doubts about the plan. How long had they known about this castle? If it's been this much of a thorn in their sides, couldn't they have launched a full-scale assault sooner? Surely they didn't need to risk the entirety of their kingdom? How easy was it for this castle to sneak up right within firing range? As for the plan it was garbage. If the wizard king could block such a massive attack, why doesn't he fly straight into the barrel and trash the interior? There were probably reasons this wasn't the case, but Sidar couldn't help but feel like some error was made for things to have progressed so far. However, regardless of his other complaints he was disturbed most thoroughly by how enthused and grim this Nero was being with this whole deal. "Forget dying, my ambition is stronger than that! Screw that dumb-ass exam!" He muttered, cracking his knuckles. That action reminded him, he had to do his regular stretches, he had to be performing at max capacity for him to function properly.
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[attr=class,lavaboymaintext]Silas like most magic knights and aspiring magic knights was at the royal capital. The wizard king Nero himself had called all mages to the royal capital to speak about the shinning stone palace that was currently on it's way to the royal capital. This would in fact be the final fight with diamond wither they won or lost. The young lion had grown a lot in the past year and not just in power. He looked older and his hair was even a crimson red now just like his brother Magnus'. Even though it was summer in clover Silas was wearing a shirt in fact he was actually wearing armor that was crimson in color just like his hair and eyes. The armor also had is family crest on the right side with the crimson lion symbol on the left.
He of course had his mantle with him as well but it was attached to his right shoulder as the armor had it hard to wear the mantle like most magic knights did. The Sentinel of Retribution was standing next to a pale skinned women she was a few years younger than Silas was she also wasn't a magic knight. The young lion would hear her taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. Silas of course felt the same fear inside as well. Sure he was strong but even he had a good chance of dying. He wouldn't show this on the outside seeing as if he wanted to be the next vice captain it was his job to inspire other mages around him even if it looked hopeless. Silas brought along Emily's mantle as well seeing as if she showed up she'd need it more now than ever. Once the wizard king finished his speech he would salute the whole crowd and the young lion would give one back.
[attr=class,lavaboystattext]Current Health & Status Mana Skin: 100% Health: 100% Mana: 209/209
Combat Summary Mana Used: 00 Mana Regenerated: 00 Damage Taken: 00 Healing Received: 00 Battle Notes: None.
Post by Ephier Vista on May 29, 2019 4:32:37 GMT -5
A little birdy perched atop a stone wall, his appearance completely concealed by an abundance of layered fabric, ranging from his oversized wizard hat, his black mask, and various cloaks and shirts. On his back was a large hiking bag, full to the brim with other clothes and necessities in order to survive when he travels the wilderness. There were a couple pots and pans hung from the side of it, which clanged together when he moved and jiggled. Thankfully, the booming voice of The Wizard King hid the metal clatter quite nicely, and his mere presence alone was to have everyone focus on him. It wasn't every day that a person could captivate Ephier as such, for his attention always lay within the clouds or buried in books.
'To think everyone of all kinds of peculiar backgrounds are gathering together. It appears help from all social standings are needed when a threat like this imposes upon us.' He thought, his gemstone eyes glistening in the light under the darkness of his hat. Ephier hummed with excitement, trying his best not to giggle with all the joy building up inside of him. This was going to be so much fun, but also such a bother.
Although not one to 'fight', he didn't mind engaging in battles. It was the exchange of punches and attacks that he wasn't fond of, but that didn't mean he could also live for the thrill and adrenaline of a fight. But why was a collector all the way out here? Why was he not cooped up in the library worrying about the history of Clover or locating maps for new artefacts? Well the invasion of the Diamond Kingdom threatened everything. It threatened people, the land, the buildings... And it threatened the history of this world. What good would magical items and knowledge have if it were all blown to pieces by the big floating castle? What good would it do in the hands of troglodyte diamonds who only knew how to fight and grunt. The very thought alone of a bumbling oaf holding ancient treasures absolutely infuriated him, and he had to hop down from his place on the wall to shake it off a little.
"Ah, no matter. That will not come to be." He muttered to himself, folding over his arms and smiling under the mask. Whatever the task assigned to him, he'd make sure he crippled whatever foe got in his way, whether it was a plethora of horrifying visages and screaming dead, or simply a battle of endurance, Ephier will cut off their very hands if he has to...
Post by Gondus Fowel on May 29, 2019 5:10:45 GMT -5
Gondus was, safe to say, lost. He had wandered too far, following a horse and wagon from the forsaken region all the way to the capitol. He had a little help of course, using his transportation magic and assistance from the undead to carry him. Thankfully the wagon would stop occasionally for a few rests and stocking up more supplies as they passed through villages, but Gondus never got the opportunity to get inside the wagon. Why was he following it exactly? His squirrel friend had snuck in after they were playing hide and seek, and Gondus was never one to just give up and lose. He was an extremely persistent individual, and would never give up on something until he got what he wanted or had confirmation that his goal was pointless. And all this time, he didn't once see the furry critter leave the wagon. It had to be in there still.
But before he knew it, the easily frightened man had waltzed into the city. Big stone walls rose all around him, hundreds of people bustled around him and gave him funny looks. In fact, everyone was staring at him at one point. Gondus was alone and afraid, he had lost the wagon and his squirrel friend and had no idea where to go or how to go home to the forest. He was just a shirtless stranger covered in weird markings and sometimes crawling on all fours. Totally ordinary.
Whimpering like a dog separated from its owner, Gondus scuttled to an area not too far from the crowd of people looking up at the strange man with a ponytail. There were also strange glass things in front of his eyes, attached to a metal frame that went behind his ears. What on earth was that used for? It made him quite curious, and he slowly made his way closer but still separated enough from the crowd to not draw attention.
Everyone here was looking at him, listening to him, there eyes not averting from his position up by the large building that overlooked the rest of the city. Everything this man said was confusing to Gondus, and he had no idea what he was talking about or the words that he was using. This was all alien to Gondus, even some of the clothes and building he had seen so far in this place.
"Cap-tin? Capa-tall?" His neck craned up, his whole body shifted forwards as he tried to hear better. But even if he could hear clearly, he was joining in part of a speech he knew nothing about. There was talk of a fight, he was rallying troops for a final battle against the Diamond Kingdom, but for poor Gondus, he knew not of these people or these words.
Jett arrived to the capital alongside his captain as every able bodied mage gathered in anticipation for the final battle with Diamond. The very concept of it was fearful, they were descending upon their country in some sort of mobile castle. The purple haired mage could not help but worry about his parents in Kikka, especially now that the Purple Orca’s had moved out and were stood listening to their Wizard King speak. Jett didn’t really get much from his words, normally he’d be in awe of the strongest man of Clover but given the gravity of the situation, his thoughts were elsewhere. Looking around at those who gathered, he spotted many of his contemporaries in attendance, though these were not who he was worried about. He fully understood that their power was enough to keep them alive, in fact, he knew that their power was a necessary cog in the machine that would carry them to victory. No, Jett’s worries were for the faces of the upstarts that he had heard so much about recently, a small group of mages had quickly made their mark, raising through the ranks and picking up many noteworthy feats along the way but he worried this might have been a step too far. More than them, it was the faces he didn’t know, the many faceless heroes that would never come home from this bout. The weight of the shield of Clover was heavy, something Jagen had driven into him to be taken serious, so the idea that he wouldn’t be there to protect them all hurt his pride but he understood his place. He had already played his part in taking down one of the Shining Generals, it was now time to do it again, perhaps more than once. The captain and vice-captains were the key to this battle, if they were unable to hold back the Shining Generals that the ripples of their loses could transform into tsunamis to the rest of their forces.
Post by Sieben Wagner on May 29, 2019 10:57:04 GMT -5
Confirming my spot for now. Need to finish up some mechanical things that the staff is aware of.
What a time for his magic to go ballistic! These past few days, for the short amount of time that the magus had his grimoire, had been a wild ride. From turning over new fields to encountering mana beasts, the act of possessing a magical tome was enough to grant him the possibility to overcome feats that were once far beyond his capacity. All he knew of was the countryside. Ruffians, occasionally tussles with the wildlife, and foraging for the betterment of the villages oft forgotten. You lived, sweat, and worked as a piece to the overall system. Much like the expectations set by nobilities, the commonfolk of the Forsaken Region had their responsibilities to uphold too.
This was not one of them. One decided by the actions of a foreign nation that threatened the balance of their own. A situation that he only heard stories about from the elders and his mother's musings. Both of which joined the pale faces of lovers, parents, and brethren of those armed with the tome. Sieben now knew why his father had such a grim outlook on grimoires. In the event of great peril such as this, one who hath been armed with power bears the weight of the responsibility to wield it appropriately. The tear ridden faces of his mother and sister, along with a stern face of determination from his father struck the young Wagner with a feeling so foreign. Heavy, and unbearingly painful. Every inch of his being screamed that he was a fool. That this was the sin he thirsted for; the flames of battle.
These streets that he once held contempt for as one of its plebians would soon house vagrants hell bent on ending the existence of the clover's citizens. Be it buds, two leaves or even the mighty four leaves, none of that mattered to them. From now, just as the magic king described, this would become a battle for survival. Death would be arriving with its sickle sharpened and looking for any unfortunate soul that dared to slip under its watchful eye. That and more clouded his mind underneath his trademark poker face, so much that even Acht was quiet. Ever since their bonding trip, of which he needed to start using her new name, the creature was still. Sieben parked his back on the wall and let his spirit join in his quietness.
There were some familiar faces, but the man lacked the drive to engage in conversation with them right now. Just what would he say? Wish for the best? As much as that would do for some people, the young Wagner was a realist. There were no more guarantees except what Lady Fortune and one's own skill could bring. WIth his own magic on the fritz, the plainsmen would have to rely on his wits to carry him through until the situation could be remedied. Hopefully soon. Wandering a battlefield magicless was something he felt Death was all but too thrilled to hear.
Post by Sebastian Silva on May 29, 2019 11:00:22 GMT -5
DANCE LIKE ✪✪ DRAGONS DO
O - D
It was time.
Time to serve.
It was what the Pendragons did, what they did best, to serve and protect. Women, men, children, even the beasts of the realm deserved safety, room to prosper, offered by the fallen warriors as well as the ones who stood triumphant and stalwart. And as a house specializing in producing nothing short of capable soldiers there was no way that even the potential heirs of the house wouldn't participate in the upcoming war.
Enter Odinson Pendragon, the second youngest child of Lord Dravus Pendragon, the head of the Lesser Noble House Pendragon family.
Had he not been a Pendragon though Odinson would've still more than likely have ended up participating in the war due to his love for battle. Having visited home first, meeting with his family members that would be in the conflict, before then making a pit stop at the Golden Dawn base, Odin would finally find himself at the Royal Capital, the purple whirling portal created by a Spatial Mage closing behind him with an audible pop that sounded like a soapy bubble meeting it's demise. In the gathered crowd the dragon would find himself among a good number of his fellow Golden Dawn members, his ears focused and listening intently to what the Wizard King himself had to say to the masses.
When the King had finished bolstering his people, Odin took the opportunity to express the newfound fire in his own belly, belting out in a war cry that he swore noted him as the initiator of the following shouts and cries that erupted everywhere.
Post by Valke Terell on May 29, 2019 11:11:04 GMT -5
This was it. It had come much, much sooner than what he had expected, but the chance to get back at the foreign raiders for what they had done to his village was right before his eyes. The whole Black Bulls, including the captain and the vice-captain, had been called to the Royal Capital by none other than Wizard King Nero. The wind user could not believe it, but the most important mage in the whole Kingdom, the one atop the Order, was requesting their assistance. Of course, even the most rowdy of the Order would get to the capital as soon as possible, and judging by their summonning, it was a serious thing.
Valke did not imagine it would be this serious, however. He would have never believed that a flying castle was heading towards them at full speed, ready to tear down their country, their lives, as soon as they gave them an opening. Honestly, against a threat that big, Valke felt really, really small. It had been a long time since that sensation of uselessness had gotten the best out of him, but not that day. He was not a teenager anymore; he was an adult, a Magic Knight, tasked with protecting everyone in Clover. Was there scum in the Kingdom? Sure. But there were also many others whose lives were precious, much more than his own.
As Nero spoke, the elder Terell sibling would not be lying around, to do so would be a terrible way of disrespecting their best bet at winning the war. That was why he silently casted a spell, the same spell that allowed him to regain his movement abilities. -Wind Binding: Puppetteer's Control. -he felt the wind form strings that attached to his body, pulling at it and allowing him to get up once again. Now standing proudly among the rest of his companions in the Bulls, he had already taken notice of the various figures hovering over them. He had never seen them before, but wasn't one of them Vanilla Blake, the Schatten Weiss and newly crowned Sentinel of Retribution? Perhaps, if he could also see among the masses, he'd be able to spot Jett King, one of the most famous mages across the order as well.
With those powerhouses there, what was Valke capable of doing? Surely, next to nothing... however, he would not let that drag him down, not by a long shot. Nero's speech also gave him much needed resolution for his overly analytical mind. He gave them a briefing of their mission, on their strategy. They needed to shut down the weapon that threatened to destroy the heart of Clover itself, and then deal with the rest of Diamond's forces. Nero and the captains would aid in the defense, but their offense was theirs. Unsure on his offensive capabilities, the Terell's face remained serious as they were told many would die. With a deep breath, Valke opened his eyes.
He had reclaimed his life from the husk of meat that was his prison ever since the accident. He had managed to claw his way back to the light. Now, he would be tasked with defending everyone else's future. He called it the final battle, but even though the Terell feared it would only be the beginning, he would return the salute with a determined expression on his face. He did not know whether he had recovered enough, or gotten strong enough to actually be relevant, but if his wind spells or that other magic of his could help someone, anyone, he would dive into the battlefield without another thought.