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Raid #2
Sept 9, 2012 20:51:09 GMT -5
Post by raine on Sept 9, 2012 20:51:09 GMT -5
[STYLE=line-height: 60px;] [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,bTable] | [atrb=style, border-top: 30px solid #3F0F0F;][STYLE=height: 80px; width: 80px; border: 4px solid #5B3333; float: left; margin-left: 6px; margin-top: -70px; background-color: #FF3366;][STYLE=opacity: 0.9;][/style][/style][STYLE=height: 60px; width: 60px; border: 4px solid #5B3333; float: left; margin-left: 6px; margin-top: -80px; background-color: #FF3366;][STYLE=opacity: 0.9;][/style][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 230px; text-align: center; margin-top: -60px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 33px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; color: #B98383;]TAKE A DEEP BREATH[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 228px; text-align: center; margin-top: -21px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #A77474; font-weight: bold;]NO MORE TIME LEFT[/style][STYLE=float: right; border-left: 5px solid #5B3333; width: 330px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 40px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-top: -10px;]▆ Raine merely sneered at the offending male. His darkness was a beacon to any with keen senses, and it irked her that she was allowing herself to be allured by it. She had not been lying to Sora when she had admitted to sinking into the darkness of her heart for far too long. Burning hatred and vengeance had been the only drive she knew for so long, and now it was hard to rid herself of it. The reminder Kadaj presented to her only had the young woman even more on edge. She clenched her teeth at his snide remark, wishing nothing than to burn him within the flames of her fire Magicks. There was a sinister enjoyment to the thought of watching the light fade from his eyes by her own hand. A slow exhaled escaped through her parted lips, trying to rid herself of the sinful thoughts. Now was not the time to succumb to the haze of memories that plagued her. She distantly remembered screams and bloody hands--her own? Icy eyes dilated as the recollections froze her in the most inopportune of moments.
She could still see her surroundings, hear Sora’s warning to her, and Kadaj’s snide remarks. Her body simply refused to move as her mind was beset by hesitation and blatant fear. Her heart raced harshly against her chest, which had her wincing slightly. This was not how she should be acting in the middle of a battle! Raine felt cold droplets of water land upon her cheeks, causing her to blink slowly. Blue eyes flickered upward to the darkened clouds that filtered through the sky. A ragged breath escaped her as her body fell into her control once more. Her hands raised to clutch at her chest, feeling her racing heart beneath her fingertips. Her namesake would soon bathe the entirety of this castle, and she could almost taste the lightning in the air. Appropriate for a time such as this.
Her vision blurred, blind instincts saving her as her clouded mind attempted to race toward reality. The kick aimed to her head was sidestepped, her hand raising her keyblade numbly to block the sword aimed at her heart. Sora soon appeared in front of her before she could properly defend herself. Raine bit the inside of her cheek, tasting the metallic hint of blood as she did so. The rain soon became a torrential downpour, casing her strawberry blond hair to cling to her cheeks. An almost demonic roar caught her attention, and she wondered what kind of creature could rend such a sound. This Beast Sora had spoken of? Her hand was soon grabbed by Sora after he had repelled Kadaj’s attack. What was going on? He jeered at the silver-haired youth as he tugged her after him toward the castle. Her heeled boots clinked against the stone bridge, the rain blinding her as she stumbled after the younger male.
She did not slow down as they got closer to the castle, sensing the urgency in Sora’s movements. Whomever lingered within the ballroom was a strong opponent, and she would be lying if she did not feel trepidation at the ancient feel of the presence. Briefly, she thought of the scions of the Gods that had been told to her as a young girl. Powerful, ancient deities that had fallen from the grace of their creators by their own attempt at rebellion. She nearly flinched at the sudden destruction of one of the statues; one of the sharper pieces of stone cutting shallowly along her cheek. The stinging pain was only added by the cold rain, but she ignored it. The two of them soon burst into the wrecked ballroom, shards of glittering glass laying at their feet. She followed after him through the shattered window toward the battle below, landing in a careful crouch before she raised herself into a standing position.
Raine looked at the angelic appearance of the woman, feeling slight awe at the power she exuded. Shaking her head, she glanced behind to her where Kadaj was surely following. Her lips pursed, finding their current position not the most strategically sound. The ethereal woman was before them, and soon Kadaj would be fencing them in from behind. Sora was soon using a maneuver she had never witnessed before, but harnessing the strength of Beast as his own in a combined attack against the woman. “I implore you to divert your attention upon the foe behind us, Rinoa,” she requested, gather her energy to aid Sora and Beast. “Smoldering flames far below, punish the wicked!” she chanted, raising her hand as an orb of blue and black flames coalesced above the woman, writing in a dangerous dance. Her Ardor spell soon exploded outward, seeking out Kadaj and the two women that exuded a demonic aura.
Notes: Took artistic license with the chant for Firaja in Tactics so Altima could recognize Raine as a denizen of Ivalice more easily~
Ardor: Regarded as the most powerful Black Magic spell within Ivalice that is aligned with fire. When Raine uses this magic, a raging black flame begins to burn near her opponent, before the flames then twist and writhe outward to consumer their target. Can work on one opponent, or seek out more than one, but the flames do not have great honing ability, so they can be dodged if quick enough. The burns can be severe if caught within this dark spell, though. Cooldown: Three posts.[/style] |
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Raid #2
Sept 11, 2012 23:45:43 GMT -5
Post by altima on Sept 11, 2012 23:45:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/Altima%20Gear/ICON2-1.jpg);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]The High Seraph[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; color: #680000; padding-top: 3px;]De mortuis • nil nisi • bonum [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] - Manto (Hammer) and Aruns (Katana) have initiated an attack upon Beast, driving the sword deeper like a stake.
- Ultima has been casted upon the foyer of the ballroom! Rinoa, in its path, is under threat of heavy non-elemental magic damage and the foyer is destroyed under the magical blast! Heavy debris of cement and marble rain from above! | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] She felt delighted, even though part of her face was defiled by the saliva of this brute. While the rain would wash away that filth, it would be far harder for the heavens to wash out the normally lethal wounds that her servants had successfully connected. The angel's eyes curved upward in a spiritually satisfied glee, seeing as she became wetter from her waist downward upon the glorious impact. Not from the rain or even the putrid sweat stained into his fur; no, she became drenched in the rapidly cooling life essence that poured out of Beast's chest wounds.
Yes, that succulent red fluid that stained the twisted history of mankind. How much of this poured from the caskets of mortals in their never ending journey towards a selfish hope? How many families and loved ones did she have to judge, victims to the ideals of the vagabond dreamers those eons ago? Her feelings on the subject was a rather complex mix that would surely baffle the wisest of apothecarist Sadistic pleasure, despair, feral ecstasy, sympathy, cruelty, nothing. All pieces to the concoction. Each no less vital than the next. Picked from perhaps the freshest of sources: a pure black heart.
Her thought train had wandered for a few seconds in the midst of that impact, as time seemed to resume once again. This creature, in all of its pride, tried to rise up and prove to her the might of how much more of a man he was. A bit of idiocy was admirable in a man, but there were limits to such thoughts. Altima had chuckled, watching the creature slowly rise up upon Manto's long blade. It was glorious. One could only imagine how much pain the creature must've been in!
The eastern sword was equivalent to a horseslayer, but not as exaggerated as certain incarnations through history. Katana's had a delicate crafting process to create the perfect edge that was capable of slicing through unarmored (and even armored) foes with relative ease when wielded by a worthy handler. While not totally stopping to see the creature cause more agony to himself, Altima wasn't so foolish as to waste an opportunity to change her position to a more favorable one. A few wiggles here and there to get out of the wedge she was in, though her confident eyes never left Beast's image. Those subtle winces of pain and no doubt roars of pain were nothing but the sweetest of mead to her parched ears. She would be lying if she denied seeing what appeared to be tears shed from his eyes, but the rain really made that difficult to confirm. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns: - Holy: 2/3 - Subjugation: 2/10
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] Altima's waist was now clear from the mounted position, with her right elbow propped up slightly. Her mind was doing a quick check on her current status, and things could have been far worse than what they were. The blessing of having scionic energy coursing through her body had done wonders in keeping a puberty stuck female body together. Regardless, there were sharp pains all through her left side cage and especially her lower femur. Altima had assumed there was at least a broken rib or two, judging by the sharp pains during breathing in a propped seated position; since it WAS a nasty fall from a respectable height with a lumbering behemoth. The femur though, meant she probably couldn't walk properly for the duration of this tussle. As for the cause of the injury, who knew? She was gambling on it being crushed by the Beast during the tumble.
It wasn't jeopardizing. Altima could levitate so long as she had magical force, and the condition of her wings were perhaps the best tactical advantage she could ask for. Scuffled feathers and a bruised joint meant these holy wings could still perform their duties. Her progress check had ended a lot quicker than she expected, as only now was Beast's towering figure in a standing position. His mannerisms seemed to depict him clawing his way into a proper grip on Manto's slender figure, who was placing her weight onto the weapon's grip. Her partner, Arun, held her war hammer and looked as if she was trying to pick a good shot on her large target.
How bothersome. Such hesitation will get you killed in battle.
Altima crawled a bit further back and let her magical power float her to a proper standing position. She was sweating a bit under the physical strain, as breathing became slightly harder now that gravity's laws had a greater effect. Not like he'd see any of it besides her labored breath. That didn't concern her, as Altima was standing to face the creature once again with pride unshakable by any force.
"More of a man than I'll ever be you say? Excusing your delusion that I would qualify for such a statement, I cannot deny that I am most pleased that is a truth that cannot be denied...filthy mongrel..." Altima taunted, leering and grinning madly as she sent a command to her servants.
Their eyes grew focused again now that their leader was back up, as Altima's face smirked like a hunter springing their trap. "...or else I'd not have the heart to bring down the radiance of a solemn judgment upon you with the utmost of haste!"
They pounced at once. Manto's raven hair flew up and she screamed in delight even after feeling her flesh pierced by the claws of Beast. He had such power that belonged only to nature's creations, but the disguised demon would not fall without fulfilling Altima's orders. They were absolute. To fail them is to fail her, and that is to forfeit your worth to the Seraph's eyes. Both she, and her hammer wielding partner, knew this to be fact. That is why, with her fleeing strength, she held that handle steady. She rose her hips up and drove them into the nooks of Beast's back repeatedly, all so that she can maintain her mounted center of gravity.
That struggle would end soon though. From the rear, the hammer came. In a distant land, many railroads were built using this method. With the help of a steady spotter, the demonic woman swung the iron weight cleanly upon the bunt of the weapon. Altima didn't need to see it for herself. She knew what was going on.
A living sacrifice that led to a triad of powerful blows upon the katana. Aruns swung with masterful precision, but laughed like a frenzied serial killer. Each blow sent impacts that resounded in the area, and drove the stake deeper into the ground. Her final hit was not a square shot though, as the deep angle would make a bend to seal the new role of Manto's weapon. A stake, to pin the monstrosity down and force him to take even more drastic measures to free himself. The splattered patches of red on Arun's attire had confirmed what the fate of Mantos was.
She was a worthwhile servant after all, and would be returning to duty once things settled down. Loyalty should be rewarded after all. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Ultima, The Nice Body
HP Tracker Both demons defeated!
Note: Permission granted by Beast to semi-control his character for this plot development. | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] 'A fitting execution for a beast.' That would be the proper saying for this wouldn't it? If only it were true, as the demonic angel knew it wouldn't end here. The specks of light always came out of hiding at the last possible moments. Any author worth his or her existence would have done this ravaged tale at least once in their career. Everything was right after all.
Ally in need of help? Present. A villain? Present. A dramatic setting? Of course.
The sheer classiness of this predicament was just, moronic. Altima felt the presence come in almost on cue. Magical force flooded the area, as did the amount of nuisances. Three more to join the fray, though one would be better described as becoming active in the battle. Her eyes traced the wisp of ethereal power that belonged only to beings who could serve as a summon. She happened to be one at a certain point, so the sensation was familiar.
Carbuncle was the chosen one it seemed, and that could only mean one thing. A rather childish counter measure to her supposed 'archetype.' Altima had sighed outwardly, while Aruns giggled at the current situation. Did they really think a reflective barrier against the supernatural would stop the High-Seraph of Ivalice? The amount of impudence and underestimation only irritated the scion, who now made it a point to teach that used excuse of a sorceress what someone who truly understood the concept of magic could do. It would be a better use of time anyways, as the snared creature was losing her interest rapidly.
Especially after she saw the fantastical leap the keybearers from earlier just did. Without hurting themselves either! No doubt a trick of the light once again...
She turned her back to the Beast and slowly gathered her thoughts. In her mind, she had begun to visualize the essence of pure destruction that only a monster could create. It was the basics of any spell creation. Tapping into a source of prana, conversion into usage for the caster, then applying it to a concept that can be given form in reality. She was still conscious of what was going about though, perhaps even more so while channeling a spell that could be considered her namesake.
"We are done here Beast. It is clear your heart wavers in the presence of my conviction. I've no need to honor a duel against a tick who is too scared drive themselves to the edges of madness in order to seize their goal. When you stop whimpering like the beaten pup that you are, seek me out again. I will gladly remind you where your kind belongs." Altima spat disrespectfully towards her opponent.
Her mind tracked a feeble aid spell for the opponent behind her. No doubt the sorceress's work, but the countermeasure was already taken care of. The next order of business would probably be the two key wielders of the light. In their hands, according to her servants, was a weapon that should not be underestimated. Capable of ignoring defenses that should stop conventional weaponry was it? It didn't matter. Just because a squire has a legendary knightsword, doesn't make them any more experienced. A weapon was a tool after all. One that was only as dangerous as the skill of the handler.
She noted their style, but something suddenly struck her attention. It wasn't the throbbing pain of her injuries, but the sudden rise in power behind her. That momentary distraction had her lose the focus placed upon the keybearers, who had now separated. The woman, who spoke with a dialect that identified her as a Ivalice-born, had conjured a spell that could not be taken lightly.
Ardor. The searing flames. Something that specialist of pyrokinesis or the black arts were proud of; second in magical power only to the Flare and fiery Firaja spell of the Age of Gods. She could see the flames gathering, as well as a swelling mass of magical force behind her. It took a lot of resistance to stop the reflex of looking back towards the Beast, who probably had the aid of the male keybearer. This simplistic strategy was something she should have accounted for, as the light did favor sandwich tactics against denizens of the dark.
The spell she had stocked was ready to be conceptualized into reality. Now came the difficulty of evading this scenario, which perhaps could still be done. Ardor's flames had massed together and looked to blast forward upon her like a falling star. This was a gamble, but the spell had many similarities to the dark age's Firaga at this point. She would risk that it also held the same weakness as that spell, otherwise Altima would get a reminder of what it was like to be burned alive once again.
She spread her radiant wings out and expelled the water that had accumulated on top of it. In a mighty take-off that was a bit staggered because of her injuries, Altima positioned herself upon the upper angles of the pair's location. Her eyes remained on that fireball, which ignited forward and slowly adjusted its course en route to where she had moved to. A deafening roar blasted from behind her, followed by some squawk from the boy who wanted to say a line filled with bravado too. That swelling energy was similar to the Beast's earlier roar, which was a magic filled sound attack.
This worked out far too well then.
She felt the blast crash into her back like a freight train. It held a lot more power than last time and maybe it was because of all that pent up emotions. Rage tended to have that effect on people. Altima remained calm under such aversions, and would use the sound magic to propel herself out. Her wings gave off a mighty beat upon the rising force coming from below her, and used it to propel skyward at an alarming burst of speed. The angel adjusted her extended limbs into a more aerodynamic formation so that she could make the most of that kick-off.
Her entire back felt as if someone had tossed her into a rampaging Dark Behemoth stampede, with her wings near the verge of muscle failure. The edges also felt a very painful burn, which was no doubt because of Ardor. She saw that the spell had adjusted so that it would burn her from overhead, but did not think the actual tracking would be so bad. It didn't pursue at all, but instead, erupted into an explosion of flames down below. Altima could hear the screams of her servant, dying to the flames and from being so close to the war cry from the two.
She may have been out of the effective attack range now that her rising kick off had tapered off, but the ride there was far from pleasant. That spell the creature did not only physical damage, but had a strangely stamina sapping effect. Her body was battered pretty harshly from the exchange; there was no doubt about that. Altima's wings spread forth as far as they would go, using it as a sort of parachute to slow down her descent speed. Mentally, she managed to get maybe two good pushes out of them to at least elevate her to the foyer of the ballroom. As for maintaining that height, that was no longer an option.
It was fine. She was fine. They would not be. Not for doing this to her. The angel looked down upon the group and also towards the vixen who fancied herself a magi. This battle had gone on long enough. Her crimson eyes contrasted with the storming weather, who's cold droplets both soothed and stung the injuries the body of Alma Beoulve had suffered. Retribution was at hand, and she would bury their hopes right here.
Down they would fall, especially the wench on the foyer. A blessing from the ruby of a carbuncle could not hope to mirror back the unshackled, destructive force of her hatred. Not only was she in the presence of a disgrace to magical studies, but a child who danced with the pride of a hero and a Ivalice bred maggot! The angel wasted no more of her precious time than to raise her right hand forth, and openly chant the final words before the fall of Nyx.
"Open the seven doors to reach the door of power....fall unto Gaea and wipe all who stand before you."
Winds howled even louder, and the rains fell harder. Her platinum bangs blew furiously with the worsening weather, as she called forth a spectral light from the darkened skies. It was only a moment, that everybody could possibly feel time come to a halt and the noise from nature's fury silenced before the angel's wrath. A single word was audible to all.
"Ultima."
A single, focused ray shot from the raging skies; as if Altima had commanded a single shot to be fired from Heaven's sniper. It came crashing down upon the castle's foyer that extended from the ballroom. An eruption of pure energy, condensed and aimed directly upon the sorceress's last location with unmatched force. A force so powerful, that the balcony could no longer stand under the spell's might. Shattered into un-recognizable slabs of stone and marble, the romantic getaway for distinguished guests of the ballroom descended down towards the ground. Trajectory unknown, but area of effect grand. It would cause severe damage to any who were crushed under its fall and perhaps trap them within the after-effects of Ardor's raging flames...even in the storm!
Altima could not see whether or not the magi who aided Beast was struck by her spell's initial impact. She did not care. If the spell did not deliver her swiftly to death, then the fall or rubble will. That would be her answer to the light. Sending them all to hell under the might of pure power, reminding them the difference in their strength. [/style] |
[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]MADE BY EMBLEM OF KHCMv4 [/style] <<OOC: What a wonderful first raid this has been for me! I thank you all for playing with this lucavi and her servants, and look forward to seeing you again on the battlefield! Please be careful upon exiting the topic, as there is a slight chance of falling rocks in today's forecast~! Thank you~!>>
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Raid #2
Sept 14, 2012 20:27:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2012 20:27:29 GMT -5
The Staff is Reviewing this Raid!
The battle is over!
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Raid #2
Sept 21, 2012 20:02:10 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2012 20:02:10 GMT -5
After some voting, we have decided that Dark has won this battle.
The Dark has won Beast's Castle!
Since Kadaj and Altima have won, they are awarded 150 munny that will be automatically added to your accounts for use in the Ability/Equipment Upgrade Shop. Congrats!
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