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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
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
"Throw me to the wolves, tomorrow I will come back leader of the whole pack."
The Crimson Lion Base was full of life as usual. Dozens of little lions running around training, practicing their magic. Other more seasoned lions led them in their exercises. Everyone was training their hearts out for the battles to come. They had lost family and friends in the war, and now for once Clover had the upper hand. Morale in the kingdom was finally on the up and up for the first time in four years. It was odd, but things were good.
Ardere found himself sitting on the roof of the fortress that was the lion base. He was specifically perched above Lysander's office, who had requested they meet up and catch up. This was something they liked to do every once a fortnight or so, since as Captain and Vice they were often busy. Back before he had all of these responsibilities, they used to spend more time together. This was especially true before the war, but now everyone had a duty to try their best to defend their home.
Sitting on the rooftop in the small breeze, he was donning his red and gold armor along with his Crimson Lion cape draped across his shoulders. Red and brown hair flickering in the wind, he let out a slight sigh as a smirk crossed the Kasai's face. Today was a pretty ordinary day, but it would be the first time he got to sit and talk with his Captain since his return from the Land of the Rising Sun. Ardere was a little bit excited. The man was one of the most influential people in his life after all. On some level, even as a grown man he wished to make him proud. But these days he wanted to make himself proud as well. He had come far since his days as a regular lion. Now he was a Grand ranked Magic Knight, Royal Knight, and an Archmage. What more could he ask for?
Staring off towards the Capital City and Balgon Prison, the Kasai ran pale fingers through his hair. He wondered what was taking the old man so long. He was usually fashionably late, but this was a bit odd. Perhaps he got hung up with another Captain or something. Ardere was not too concerned, but he did recognize the oddity of it. Stretching his arms out, he leaned back against the roof. Fuck it, I guess. I'll wait for the old man to show up. No rush. I like the view. Laughing to himself, he stared off in the distance. It was a nice day.
Post by Willow Omens❂ on May 11, 2019 1:52:04 GMT -5
Despite them having no blood relation, the two shared a bond, a bond like father and son. So much that they even had a similar physical appearance. Both large, imposing, red haired crimson lions. Both ready to fight for Clover Kingdom, one however, was in the process of his veteran days and wanting to retire and focus on maintaining a personal balance of peace with maybe a year or seven spent out in a mana zone to see what it would do for his body. However, the Lions needed a leader in his stead, many had assumed it would be the case, the vice captain taking up the mantle, the father passing it on to the sun. However, it had to be official.
Behind all of the murmurs and rumors of who would be selected for the next captain of the Crimson Lions, there was one thing that prevented it from just being a simple hand shake and a congratulations. There was a rite of passage for it all. Though, there was no rule about them sharing a conversation before hand. Lysander had scaled up the staircase, trudging along the way in such a manner that his foot steps were easily heard. As he breached the top of the stairs and walked out on to the roof, he would walk over to the edge of the base, and promptly sit down, right next to Ardere.
Unlike the usual boisterous laugh and a loud clapping fanfare that came with him approaching people or talking to them, today was a bit different, Lysander had calmly sat down next to Ardere, just enjoying the view in silence for a bit. "Boy, you rady for today? There's no holding back, one way or another. You know that right?" Lysander would ask while he leaned forward, just admiring the sun off in the distance, the sky gradually shifting from blue to a nice pale orange, indicating that dusk was on its way.
"There's no shame in just waiting for me to keel over and die, it'll happen sooner than you think!" He said with a hearty chuckle, giving a slap to Ardere's back. He was always jovial about how he was constantly one foot in the grave about it one way or another. Though, it was more about Lysander always setting up the mindset that every battle would be his last, or every day would be his last, so that he would always give two days worth of energy with every sun rise and sun set.
"Throw me to the wolves, tomorrow I will come back leader of the whole pack."
Ardere detected the older man's presence well before he sat down, but chose to say nothing. There was a silence for a moment. The two rarely sat down and just enjoyed the world around them. Normally there was a lot more yelling and throwing of furniture involved, but today was a nice day. Things were going well for once, but it would only last so long until the final battle was upon them. Diamond would make their final move one way or another, and the strength of the Captains would be required just as much as the legions of Magic Knights. While the comment that was made was not unlike Lysander, the fire mage merely chuckled. Then, he thought about it.
Wait do you mean right now? Standing up and sliding back across the roof, the hulking red and brown haired man peered down at his mentor. They had talked before about what would happen when it came time to pass down the mantle. There had been little doubt that Ardere was next in line, but the thought of actually attaining it was so surreal. While he had no doubt that the old man trusted him, there was always a test with these sorts of things. And in the Crimson Lions squad, one fought for their rite. But they were on the roof of the squad base. Albeit the squad base was strong, they would have to be careful. We're on the god damned roof you crazy old man, but hey if today's the day then I'm as ready as ever! Unclipping his Crimson Lion cape, he took a deep breath. Fortunately he had already stretched and went for his morning run. His body was ready.
Inhaling sharply, a smirk crossed over his lips. So you wanna do this right here on the roof? Make the first move then old man. I've been waiting for this for a long time ya know. Fear shot through his veins, but also excitement. Ardere was not weak anymore. He was an archmage just like the red haired man before him. The two were about on even terms in that department, but Lysander had quite the amount of experience under his belt. Fortunately for the Vice Captain, he had spent four years on the battlefield. That's where he had earned the scars that covered his torso and arms. He earned his strength, and had years of training under his belt. One could have mentioned age, but he had no doubt that The Ifrit was at least very close to how strong he was in his prime if not still as strong right now. If his Captain's test was truly to be today, then the squad was in for one hell of a show.
Post by Willow Omens❂ on May 14, 2019 21:47:18 GMT -5
Lysander just let out an uproarious laugh as he clutched on to his stomach when Ardere stood up and thought the fight would be here on the roof. Oh how it reminded him of when Ardere was younger, and much more brash compared to now. "You sure you've gotten older at all? Still barking like an angry little pup at the smallest of things." He said as he stood up fully, his figure eclipsing the sun set, framing around his body while he spoke to Ardere from over his shoulder, "No, we are going to talk more, meet me downstairs when you are ready boy. But, only if you are ready for this. There's a lot more to take on than you realize." He then took one step forward. Right off the edge of the roof. He would fall down, though, his physique prevented him from getting hurt at all, and that little super hero landing and dust cloud was enough to get anyone ready to come and see. It was time. The crowds were already gathering.
Lysander would be waiting for Ardere in the main courtyard of the base, standing firm with his arms folded, "You realize what you are about to do, yes Ardere? You are about to raise your hands against one of the strongest fighters in the country. Not only that, you are looking to usurp a title from them. You have a lot to live up to and expectations to meet. You're going to have to consistently be The Sword of Clover from this day on, if you even win the fight." He was speaking overly serious at the moment, to the point it was to be believed that this was much more serious than the usual jovial tone he had. Lysander would open his eyes and look at Ardere, if he was in the courtyard, continuing, "If you lose, you are barred from taking on the mantle of captain. You cannot be fit to lead a group if you cannot overthrow even an old man about to be on his death bed." Of course, Lysander was pulling for Ardere.
As he continued, he would walk over and put a hand on Ardere's shoulder, "You can turn back you know. You would not want to be in this position normally. You have to make decisions that could get tens, hundreds, thousands killed. You have to be the one that hangs back from the front lines unless you are taken off the leash so to speak. Only in the most dire of situations will you be going in to the fray. You will no longer be a soldier. You are to be kept in the sheathe until it is time to brandish you and use you like a weapon. You can get rusty easily. You will be a role model of course, but, all of the logistics of the situation, I would not wish them on anyone normally. Are you still sure you want to do this?"
He would ask while waiting for a response. If he was answered with a solid yes, Lysander would sigh, and look to sucker punch Ardere across the jaw with all of his strength and send him backwards in to the building, while he would turn to walk outside, grumbling about how that boy is more stubborn than he is, he would be outside, so that their magic wouldn't damage the barracks.
Thank God. Ardere was worried that the Ifrit had gone senile in his old age. He wasn't THAT old yet, but things happened sometimes. Fortunately this was not the case. The man actually wanted to talk like he had hoped. It was odd, but comforting. Perhaps he was right on some level. There was a lot more to this than what appeared on the surface. But the fire mage was not a young boy anymore. He was a grown man. The responsibilities of a knight, especially an Officer did not elude him. Leaping down from the roof, he landed softly. The two men were both tanks when it came to that sort of thing. He wasn't intimidated by the strength shown in his actions, but he did follow his Captain to the courtyard.
Ardere was silent. It was not often like him to just sit and listen to what his mentor had to say. Usually he had some sort of remark. This time, he was quiet and absorbent. The Vice Captain understood the severity of what was being asked of him. Being THE sword of Clover, it was an intimidating job. But he was already pretty close to it. The fire mage had spent so much time on the battlefield as both a combatant and a leader. He was not afraid of the responsibility. The kingdom needed mages like him to end this war, and that was what he planned on doing. This is what all of his training had been leading up to. Standing there, his mentor placed a burly hand on his shoulder. He was still silent, until now. Now he found his voice. Of course, old man. I was born for this. There was a split second to react. The young Kasai was faster than Lysander likely anticipated. While he could not perform a counter attack, he was able to bring up his arms in front of his face and block the punch. Being sent across the room, he slid across the floor until his heels stopped against the wall.
Revealing his face, a smile had formed on the Vice Captain's face. How could I back down after all this time? Ardere followed the older lion outside beyond the base. If they were going to fight, it was going to be all out. The squad barracks could not take a full fledged fight between the two. I've known for a while now what would be required of me. I'll prove it. I didn't rise up out of the ashes just to turn down an opportunity like this. I've been waiting my whole life for this moment, Lysander. But you've known that. You saw it in my eyes when you picked me at the Magic Knight Exam. Tell me. What do you see now? There was a fire in Ardere's eyes. There always had been, but this one today was brighter than usual. The Grand Knight had faced many foes. He beat the man responsible for his father's death, conquered multiple dungeons, and dealt the killing blow to Lawrence the Lion. He wasn't a little boy. He was one of the most well known knights in the Order. But that wasn't what made him qualified to be Captain. What made him qualified to be Captain was his loyalty to the lions, his love and will to protect them. If the older man truly knew him, then he would have seen this. And if he couldn't see it, then the Kasai would show him. Tightening his armor's straps, his piercing red eyes were focused on his mentor. There was no playfulness in the young lion's eyes, not today. There was only determination. His arms felt numb from the punch, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins was making his muscles and veins throb. This was it.
Post by Willow Omens❂ on May 25, 2019 0:32:43 GMT -5
Lysander was still walking outside as he responded to Ardere, not with words, but with action. He wasn't going to monologue at the boy, he wasn't going to take time to cast banter back and forth, instead, it was time to show him what he really saw. He lifted up his left hand and spoke, "Ifrit's False Hope." In the blink of an eye, he would turn around and charge for Ardere, body cloaked in flames and fist caked in a plume of fire, lifted up high as if he was going to throw a punch from up overhead down over Ardere's skull. While he was rushing in he was moving much faster than he was before. His speed enhanced at a senior level, he would charge in and wait to see if Ardere put up a defense or not, to brace himself for a real punch. Instead, at 15 meters away, he would bring his arm forward and open up his hand, pointing his palm at Ardere while shooting off a shotgun like blast of flames in the shape of pillars. They would all fly out and seek to cut off any routes of escape but an aerial one, which would lead to Lysander following up.
Bracing himself backwards, he shouted again, "Ifrit's Downpour!" He would flail his arms, throwing fireball after fireball, all of them aimed for the potentially airborne Ardere. Though, had Ardere elected to push through the first attack or put up a defense, Lysander would bring his hands over and on to the ground while summoning a big magic circle, "Ifrit's Undertaking." Geysers of fire would all blow up from under the ground, all across an area as they would look to pierce Ardere from under the round while Lysander would take a step back and fold his arms to speak his mind then.
"What I see before me is an idiot that isn't thinking about his future as a man, and only thinking about his career as a soldier. You're admirable to a fault. You're a damn idol, and, I couldn't be prouder. But I wish you would disappoint me and look to be someone else. I don't wish this role on anyone." He said with a languid groan, rubbing the back of his neck as he would continue to speak, "If we could all just live peacefully, I would be keen on that, I'm all for being jobless if everyone is happy with one another. But, because we're human, we're always going to need people that are putting others before themselves to be the hero that we need. And that's what pisses me off the most in this world."
"Throw me to the wolves, tomorrow I will come back leader of the whole pack."
Ardere's response was instinctual. As Lysander charged in, blazing like a pyre, the Kasai also ignited his body. Crimson King! His physique being coated in a dense flame, not only was a defense formed but his strength was enhanced tremendously. What the Ifrit did not expect, was that the fire mage also had a speed buff placed on him. So he could not only keep up with the Captain's speed, but his strength too. And with his Berserker's Rage, it would only get stronger. Blocking the strike and countering with one of his own, his own fist full of flame flew forward. But the Captain was smart, and he had already mounted another attack. As flames charged in the ground, a smirk crossed the Vice Captain's lips. You're going to have to do better than that old man! Ragnarok!
Letting out a loud battle cry, Ardere transferred flaming energy from his feet into the ground. The dirt beneath them began to rumble, and two spells that caused flames geysers to emerge activated simultaneously. The only difference is that the fire mage's magical power was so vastly higher than the Ifrit's at this moment, that it would overpower the other mage's spell. Not much damage would be had but it would blow open the ground like it was nothing, leaving just a crater. And through this fire and flames, the Vice kicked off to unleash a barrage of strikes at his Captain. You think I haven't been thinking about this for the past decade? You must really have no idea who you're talking to, Lysander. The Vice was angry now. You're right. This job is fucked up, but someone has to do it. But I'm not doing it just for me. It's for all of those mages in there training their assess off to protect the people they care about, and in turn I get to protect the people I care about as well. You may not wish it on me, and I thank you for that. You know how much love I have for you old man, but I'm no child anymore. I know the dangers and the responsibility all too well, and YOU taught me that! Yelling at the top of his lungs as he burst forward, the fight had truly begun. The ground around the squad base was toast, and likely the entire squad could feel it even from where they were training. It was a clash of titans, but if the Ifrit thought he could go in half assed then he was wrong. Ardere was an archmage too.
Ard activates his Crimson King, to block against the strike, then uses Ragnarok at the same time as Undertaking goes off. Due to the over 15 difference in power stat, it can counter. And as all of the explosions are going off, Ard jumps forward to attack Lys with some physical attacks.
Mana: 163 Strength: Senior +Int (Herc, Berserker) Speed: Senior boost active (Kasai Armor) Buffs: 3/5 (Kasai Armor is 1, spells are also 2) Adaptive Body Perk active
Name of Spell: The Crimson King Elemental Type: Fire Rank and Spell Type: Grand - Defense/Reinforcement Range and Speed: 40 (20) - Mana Conservationist Stats Effected: + Senior Rank Strength Description: A thin layer of flame forms over Ardere's entire body, almost like a rock hard exterior. This flame bursts from his entire body, forming a defense of sorts. His hair and shoulders appear to be on fire, as his eyes go bright with flame. The pure fiery energy from this flame boosts its user's strength to Senior level, allowing them to dish out powerful blazing attacks. This means he can easily break bones by punching opponents who have no defense or armor. It is the ultimate defense for Ardere, inspired by Lysander's Ifrit Skin and Elizabeth's Reaper Mantle.
Name of Spell: Ragnarok Elemental Type: Fire Spell Rank/Type: Intermediate, Attack Creation Spell Range/Speed: 20 m AoE, 20 m/s Mana Cost: 16 (8) - Mana Conservationist Stats: +6 power Description: Ardere places his hand or foot down on a surface. This surface can be the ground, concrete, a wall, etc. But once he does, he transfers an explosive fiery energy into the surface, causing it to explode from within. This explosion will occur within a twenty meter radius at 20 m/s from the point of contact with the surface. This surface will split into pieces and fire will spew up from the ground. Any targets hit by the explosion that occurs from this will receive second degree burns, major bruising, and be knocked up to 10 meters into the air due to sheer explosive force.
Last Edit: May 26, 2019 23:12:28 GMT -5 by ardere❂✾
Post by Willow Omens❂ on Jun 5, 2019 0:55:10 GMT -5
While Ardere had managed to avoid any sort of harm and like, they were already going so out of it that they were getting the base hot. And, no, not in that sense. They were heating up the stones so much that they were beginning to warp, that they were starting to ripple and sag, as if the heat was so intense between these two that the stone was going molten and melting! As soon as Lysander saw this, he disregarded all of the other things that Ardere was doing to prevent any sort of damage to befall him. Lysander would just utter the two words that many in the order of the crimson lions had learned to fear.
The two words that were often uttered before anyone challenged him to a spar and he simply stood there, taking everything that everyone had to offer without a scratch being incurred upon his person. "Ifrit's Rebuke." Forgoing any sort of attack, he realized that his power had waned in comparison to Ardere's own, Lysander had gone for a defense. Despite having no signs of defensive creation magic, he still had this spell, that many knew to be a fail safe for damage. A physical defense bolstering reinforcement. His body would be surrounded, his mana skin changing in shape and color to match that of an ifrit itself. An archmage's signature spell often did this. And this was his.
The moment that Ardere charged in for that combo of blows and to shout those words at Lysander, he would reach up, a solemn look on his face and grab a hold of one of Ardere's fists when it came in. his grip would tighten, forcing those knuckles painfully down while twisting back to make Ardere bend his hand backwards while pressing his fingers in to the pressure points on the top of his hand. Not enough to cause lasting harm, but, enough to hopefully make the Kasai take a knee and listen to Lysander for a moment.
"Before you learn to be a sword, you better learn about not damaging the home you are sheathed in you big idiot!" He would shout before lurching around, looking to throw Ardere through the air, a clean three hundred meters as he would start to march toward Ardere through the field, the crowd could safely watch now. A variety of fire based spells being cast like watching glasses and the like, so that they could view the fight from a safe distance. Lysander would continue to approach, dusting himself off while he heaved out a sigh, and returned to a smile, "I'm gonna make it easy on you Ardere. I know you're stronger than me. I want you to just grasp this: you are not invincible, look at me. I'm already half dead! And I want you to know, while your job is to be a sword, you are not a guillotine. There is a fine balance in being unleashed and thrown, and being wielded by a proper hand. Now then. How about we settle this by seeing who runs out of mana first, then go back and get a bite to eat?"
He spoke like a father, and even looked close enough to be one to Ardere. He was ready to pass on the mantle, but, not before he smacked a few more lessons in to that thick head of the lad.