[OOC] Demon Sunrise

[GreivousKhan]

Antagonists of who though...

[SaintArey]

GreivousKhan said
Antagonists of who though...

Everyone, Everyone gets a rival, you, me - Everyone.

[SaintArey]

Ignore. Double Post!

[Dredigan]

You get a rival!


You get a rival!


Everybody here gets a rival!

[NewSun]

Humans

-The Wanderer

There is a Man who wanders the farthest shores of Iíoá Kháldór, a man who can be seen in every city and every town; he is said to appear at the corner of your eye when you feel most vulnerable and defeated. There have been tales told of this figure, presenting him both as fact and as some perverse modern mythological creature - but they all point to the same, mysterious Man. Every account of the Wanderer is generally universally the same: hooded, dark, tall, exuding an aura of dread. Those with the misfortune of seeing the Wanderer in the distance all claim that they could have sworn that he wore an inhuman grin, framed by eyes of fire that pierced the shadows. It is as if he was waiting for them.

And all those that have the misfortune of seeing this Man all end up in the grave before long.

The Ashen Abyss

-The Moonlit Beast

Before the Night Mother began her rise to power in the Ashen Abyss, a much more primal monster lurked in the ineffable umbra. The Monster that lurked in the deepest recesses of the abyss is still said to do so, never being able to be purged by the Night Mother or her forces. Perhaps this monster is a greater embodiment of the night than even she. The Moonlit beast is supposedly the spawn of the darkness itself, the very spirit of Aárdú Lyásí; a horrifying amalgamation of solid shadows and claw, with a roar that could shatter mountains and reach from the very depths of the abyss itself to chill even the stoutest of Demon Lords.

Beware, the Moonlit Beast is a cunning and most frightening foe, who can only wish to reclaim its seat as the most feared Demon of the Abyss.

The Frigid Scar

-Rimeheart

The glacial Rimeheart was once a simple Ice Behemoth before the rise of Eredun, when the Ice Wraith who took it upon himself to enslave all the native beasts of the Frigid Scar. This is the only known case of a creature of the Winter not only to be able to resist the effects of the Pendant of Winter, but to be empowered by it. What was once a simple behemoth became a true terror to behold; Rimeheart’s face twisted and distorted from the power he found himself controlling, his body bulged and hardened, his skin forming a layer of indestructible magical ice. Wings spouted from his back, huge and foreboding, blocking out what little of the thin light in Vórós Khástar existed. He is now said to walk upon the great plains of the Scar, calling out with unimaginable sorrow to the horizon, hoping to find more of his kind that maintained their freedom. Of course, none of his brothers are free - it is only he.

One simply cannot imagine the lengths such a creature would go through to free itself from an existence as lonely as his.

Garden of Filth

-Serpent of the Gardens 

It has often been a misconception that the most powerful of beings walk tall, towering above those that they presume to call their inferiors. The existence of the Serpent is testament to the folly of this notion. A slender, cunning creature slithers through the vile undergrowth of the Gardens of Filth, thriving in the uncleanness and dominating the furthest reaches of the Gardens. If you were to be able to find a way to communicate with the denizens of the unclean realm, they would tell you that a power struggle is obvious to all but the Lord of Decay; a powerful creature indeed, but whose domain is closed on by all sides by an arguably much more sinister beast. It is said that the serpent merely wishes to corrupt all that he sees, a fittingly biblical goal for a serpent with eyes that reflect the very essence of decay and rot.

The Serpent’s influence grows ever stronger, and it's hungering eyes are set upon Toruz Mak; a city that it would see fall into even greater disrepair.

Eternal Judgement

-The Walking Mountain

Rival Warlords have been in conflict in this realm for as long as any Demon Lord can remember. Some rise and fall with such speed that their names are not even registered in the annals of history. But some are so legendary that they are feared even beyond the Plane of Eternal Conflict; in this case, the Walking Mountain is a perfect example of such. It is sad that he controls over half of Fél Várást, though there is some dispute as to whether or not this is actually true. He commands a legion of followers, whom he rules purely through fear. The Mountain is given his name because he stands taller than any other, his titanic form stretching miles into the arcane clouds. His fists can shatter the very earth, and his feet leave sundering fissures stretching to the horizon with every step. Like all of his realm, he exists to conquer - and the Demon Lord Tyranthos has proven to be his most worthy adversary yet.

The Mountain’s war machines march ever onwards. War has always been in this Plane, but War is about to become more fearsome and bloody than it ever has been.

Sea of Stars

-Black Star 

Where there is light, there is a pit of darkness from which no light may escape. While some Demon Lords may present themselves under moral righteousness, their opposites will exist, and they will seek to bring an end to the light.
Eta Carinae’s opposite takes the form of the Black Star, the darkest of bodies found at the very edge of the Sea of Stars. The stories say that he was once a Firefly, much like Admonition and Grace, but one that burned black with envy at every ounce of joy that his species would feel without him. He was solitary, and to this day remains so. None can say precisely what his motive truly is, other than to consume all the light of Eta Carinae and it’s subordinates. It cannot stand that they are loved and adored, and he is not. After all, is he not just as magnificent and powerful as they? Does his lightless expanse not inspire mystery and enigma in those who look to him?

There are always beings like this: those that are set in their ways; those that know that if they cannot attain the love that their peers command, then they would have to take it by force.

The Desolate Labyrinth

-The Lost Poet

There was a man once loved in life as the greatest poet and bard that the world had ever known. Women would swoon at his every word, and each lyrical note from his lips would inspire the greatest of emotions in all those whom he surrounded himself with. When he was slit at the hands of a jealous assassin, he found himself not in the lands of Death or Fire, but rather in the endless maze of a Demon Lord who craved love in greater quantities than he could inspire. His death had turned him enigmatic, and he seems untouchable by the roaming creatures of the Labyrinth, even by the deadly embrace of Emyra herself. Death can turn a man bitter, and whispers can be heard that claim he is not a loving individual, but rather the greatest deceiver that creation has ever known; and that he is willing to use his gifts and talents to manipulate even Emyra for his own ends.

One must be careful diving into love. It is a double edged sword that the Lost Poet wields it with masterful grace.

Mirror of the Wind

-The Rider

Where there is beast, there is master. Or so the Rider adamantly believes - especially when confronting Kohoran, the Ancient Dragon. This inter-planar Demon Lord takes pride in the hunt, his origins unknown. He currently rides an Elder Dragon named Echelon, a great beast of iron and stone, but he seeks bigger game; to the break the spirit of a fellow Demon Lord. He circles the thin clouds on the outer reaches of the Mirror of the Wind, constantly watching, biding his time, devising his grand scheme so that he may claim the Plane for himself, and become an unstoppable force at the same time.

The Rider will stop at nothing to tame the legendary Kohoran, and his vicious determination will show through as he becomes more obsessed with the idea.

The Wraith Lands

-The Survivor

It is said that a single soul did escape the grasp of Evarast during his ascension to Demon Lord, where all others were consumed by his hunger. The resilience of spirits is well known, but no others have ever demonstrated it to such an extreme beforehand. The unnamed spirit, called ‘The Survivor’ by some, was said to break free from Evarast’s grasp only to assimilate his own host of spirits, detracting from the flow that was empowering the Wraith Lord, and diverting them to a construct of spirits who would resist his touch. Presently, the Survivor is the very embodiment of resistance to Evarast’s influence, freeing spirits where possible and sowing discord within his ranks wherever the opportunity presents itself. The Survivor is not only cunning, but powerful, and every soul who desires freedom within the Wraith Lands can find itself empowering this Lord exponentially.

Evarast must act against the Survivor soon, or he may see his work undone and his power dissipated back to the Plane.

[Dredigan]

I don't even wanna fight mine it makes me sad :(

[Palamon]

I shall slay the serpent! Or run and hide idk...

[Milieu]

Haha so my antagonist is named after my fortress and the black hole my character created?

You could've gotten a bit more creative xD

Bring it on.

[NewSun]

Milieu said
Haha so my antagonist is named after my fortress and the black hole my character created? You could've gotten a bit more creative xD Bring it on.

Oh my god.

I'm so dumb. Let me fix that.

[Legion020]

I love my Antagonist! I mean I want to kill, slaughter, tear him appart and feed him to his own dragon but I think that's a good thing if you make an Antagonist.

[SaintArey]

Milieu said
Haha so my antagonist is named after my fortress and the black hole my character created? You could've gotten a bit more creative xD Bring it on.

I thought The rival WAS the fortress and black hole you created. I thought it was a really cool subversion.

[AlienBastard]

-EDIT-

I was not aware newsun was able to make new realms should the realm amount run out and I will admit the hell realm wasn't my first choice.

Now i'm wondering since there are claims on all the current realms [I didn't notice monkeypants had a claim on the hell realm since the OP didn't mention it, sorry about that monkeypants] and I wanna see what other realms there may be in store.

[Monkeypants]

@AB, honestly, the hell realm isn't my first choice either as it is really just straight forward hell..

Though, I am at a complete loss when it comes to thinking up a new realm so i'll make hell work. :)

[AlienBastard]

Well, if you want inspiration I found this site:

Go to hell

And holy shit, I found a pretty badass demon lord for the Spine of Iron:



Wondering if I should go with the spine of Iron or go with a hypothetical endless building realm that is akin to MC Esher or a aquatic realm where everything is underwater. Maybe a realm where everyone must live in a giant, vast tree that is in the middle of a endless wasteland patrolled by giant birds that look humiliatingly like sparrows.

Or perhaps there can be a candy realm where candy grows as trees and giant, sentient blobs of dough engulf/devour little children in the forests made of lollipops. Candy land is what this RP needs. The Demon Lord can be willy wonka.

[Monkeypants]

AlienBastard said
Candy land is what this RP needs. The Demon Lord can be willy wonka.

you know you saw this coming.

[GreivousKhan]

Dredigan said
You get a rival!You get a rival! Everybody here gets a rival!

This post.

This post is made of win.

[Monkeypants]

Location

Plane: Feron-Khol

Lord

Name: Suffer, the Offender

Type: Demon King

Appearance:



It can adjust its height between five foot to almost thirty foot. No matter the size, the strength and magical abilities remain the same. It does this to be more imposing or reserved depending on the situation. During combat, it maintains a stance of eight foot tall, a height it deems comfortable and weapons are sized for. A thing to note is that its weapons never change size.

Suffer speaks with a very clear flanging effect to its voice and what sounds like synonymous male and female tones.

Personality and Drive: Its mentality, though malicious, is focused but obviously bitter as after being tortured for so long, not much of anything else remains. It has a very straight forward goal, for every living being to suffer as it has suffered, to feel the pain it has felt.

History: Suffer knows not where it began. There is no remnants of any gender nor personality other than that of pain. The only history to be known is one of chains and torment. The streams of blood would come down its back from whips and its feet would burn and blister from the burning coals below. It took, days? eons? before the strength, through intense patience, to break free.

The chain links burst as it flexed mighty muscles and coals were crushed as its heavy feet smashed in to the ground. A deep breath was taken and its eyes closed, the first feeling of freedom. Upon opening its eyes it turned around to face the oppressor, nothing was there, no rack that would have held the chains that bound its arms nor any being or machine that would operate the whips that had tore in to suffers back. It was confused at first but it quickly focused and looked to the horizon and all it could see was pillars of bone, skies that were aflame and rivers of blood that seemed to stretch for infinity. It had found its home and its new profession is vengeance.

Do not mistake its anger for rage. It is a patient hunter and shrewd tactician though the goal is the same regardless... bathe existence in blood and brimstone.

Armaments: It carries a whip that seems to be made of bloodied chain
An summoned one handed axe that has a handle made of bone and the hilt is clearly a skull of some long dead beast. The blade on this axe glows red as metal straight from a smelter.

Its personal favorite is its Long handled scythe 'Harbinger'. The staff is a dark metal that is covered with burn marks. At the top of the staff is a blackened dragon skull with its mouth wide open. there is no visible blade but upon wielding it, the dragons eyes glow a dark red and a blade made of pure hard flame erupts from the mouth. This weapon can be summoned to its hand from any distance.

The armor it possesses is a solid blackened armor plate mail that has the appearance of liquid blood though it is as solid as steel.

Abilities: Aside from its mighty arsenal of weaponry, it has a complete knowledge of fire magic. Any ability man has ever thought of, it can achieve.

Its preferred ability is orbs of blood. These orbs hit the foe and cover them with a thick liquid that blinds and causes an intense pressure through the body. As the blood seeps in to the victims ears, all they can hear is its voice and then the victim starts to see all his/her nightmares. To anyone on the outside, only moments would pass but inside.It would seem like an eternity for the unlucky recipient as his/her will is drained through torment.

Typical fire balls are used with deadly precision and if needed, a literal constant wave of fire, almost like a cone or vortex of fire that hits its foe with not only intense metal-melting fire but incredible sheer force from the speed of which the wave moves.

it can technically teleport in a short distance by turning in to a flash of fire that will jump from point to point until reaching the end point. This particular ability makes it a very dangerous melee combatant.

If need be, it can focus its energy and form wings made of a bloody flesh for limited flight but this is rarely used or needed.

Holding

Name: Blood Gate

Type: Fortress

Description: A black metal fortress built in to a massive crater upon the surface of what ever land you'd call this hell. Huge, expansive black metal gates guard a (from above) smaller city made of what seems to be odd spires made from rock and bone. Bridges made of bone cross canals flowing with blood. On the pavement of the roads is broken bodies seemingly mixed in to the ground itself. One can hear screams from time to time as one would walk over them.

This above ground city is merely the tip of the... ice burg.. as the majority of this hellish city is built in to the ground. In side are caverns lined with spires filled with holes, flanked with lava falls that form pools below. Its difficult to explain such a place as the winding tunnels would come off like a maze.

Deep below all these tunnels and caverns is a expansive, dark chamber that is only dimly lit by small lava falls and pools. opposite the entry to this chamber, against a far wall, is a throne built upon spires of blackened rock. The hand rests are human skulls and the back is a rounded bone that is peeked by the skull of some creature with a almost cow like face with long horns and a naturally evil expression.

Host

Name: The Eternally Tormented

Size: Complicated, will be explained in the military capability section.

Hierarchy and Culture: The hierarchy is according to their type. Their types are explained in the military capabilities.

History: When suffer first came to be, the first order was the creation of a new order. This would be of blood and fire. It couldn't think of any creature that would lead such an order other than itself so that's what it did, made copies using its own blood and grew them in to warriors with no mind or freedom other than doing their creators bidding.

Military Capabilities: There are four orders of host that exist at the present,

The top and foremost are the Malevolent.
Very few of these exist but are low powered doppelgangers of himself. They are have a preset stature of seven ft tall but aside from that, are identical. Each one wears a different colored cloak but other than that, the abilities and weapons are the same as their master, albeit on a far lesser (but still far beyond a typical human) scale. There are only twenty seven of these.

Below that is the Wicked.

These bastard warrior-elites were once mighty knights and paladins of human kind. They were captured through many means but all arrived to the same place. They are tortured, consumed and broken. Once their honor has been stripped and their beliefs are destroyed and they lose their history and name. as they submit fully to hate, Suffer drips some of its blood in to the beasts mouth, forming an unholy pact, bounding their life to his and turning them in to a plague upon what ever they set their gaze upon. Each can ride a summoned skeleton steed with a body made of blood. The Knights retain their combat prowess from their former life and wield the weapons they are best suited along with a wide variety of fire and blood magics. There are roughly one hundred of these.

The lowest tier is the Vile.

These are blackened dead soldier like creatures whos eyes glow with fire. They utilize swords and bows and are proficient warriors. They are simple and only follow the orders of the above tiers. These are created from strong souls who are broken over time and then placed inside a vessel of burnt flesh. They are around seventeen hundred strong.

The last type is the summoned and these are technically limitless but are bound by very strict laws. They are made of elements and are magically formed. Each has a technical time-limit as its inner fire slowly burns out.

Elemental

And at the lowest tier is the fire and blood elemental. These vary in size and shape, depending on how much energy and the preference of the one summoning them.

Imp

The basic Imps can survive for nearly a day but are dangerous close combatants. These use long claws to slash at their prey.

Vagary

The next level up is the Vagary. This creature only has only 2/3 the life span of the basic imp. These have the long claws but can form fire balls from their mouths. These are decent ranged combatants.

Sabbath

The third type is a much larger creature with a very tough hide, massive strength and the ability to throw balls of fire from their hands. These can jump far and move much faster than they should. These only last around 1/3 of the basic imp.

Zion

The fourth is a high powered, long clawed flying beast that breathes fire, much like a dragon would. These look like a human skeleton whose arms have been elongated and turned in to a dragons wing. The awesome powers and strength of this being has a down side though, long time to summon and very short lived. When Suffer himself is the summoner, these can last for around three hours. When Hell knights summon, these can last for maybe twenty minutes at best. There are a few of these that are not bound by a limit rule but they only exist inside Feron-Khol.

War-cry: Blood lords usually taunt their opponent, Knights are soft spoken but usually use the comments "For suffers sake" or the sort. The summoned creatures all have war cries,
RAWR!!!

Note

Humans can use magic, so the first two types of creature could be summoned in to human existence. These would be bound to their users will but would be far weaker and have a shorter life span than the pure one that Suffers forces can create. If possible, these would be the strongest of any blood or fire creature that can be summoned. (I still want people to be able to summon fire demons of their own design if they want!)

[GreivousKhan]

Aww, no flaming conflagration with horns? :P

[Monkeypants]

There's only so much one can do with a "hell" scape. I was trying to be a little original. :)

[GreivousKhan]

Fine.

A demonhive mind like society with a central queen? :P

Anyway trying to be original is silly, everything that can be done has been done. :/