Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Khan

After Upsah had driven his head into the wall, leaving behind a bloody stain, Khan’s hand reached to determine the damage done. His fingers felt a sickening familiar wetness seep through the braid at his hair back as he pulled it back to his eyes, his digits coated in his own blood. Pain, so much of it, hadn’t dulled the demonomancer’s pain. His veins felt on the verge of popping within his body, followed by the leaking of his energy that fed the dizzy sensation within his head. He wasn’t sure if the effects were from a concussion or the poison, either Lucilia’s or Norshtalen’s released within the air. His mouth was already dried enough it seemed to crack his very throat and leave it blistered.

His concerns were short lived when Upsah’s gas reached him. It had a sour milk smell that churned his stomach and caused his eyes to widen in fear, his mind gripped within the effects. Too weak to shiver, his head filled with images that tore into his very core. So lost in the vision like experience save for a slight flinch, he didn’t seem to notice green vines wrapped gently about his body and drag him down. Stone and flooring removed from his path downwards until only darkness filled his head, his stomach finally released and vomit rose to the back of his mouth where it settled.

When the hands touched him, Khan instinctively recoiled. His breath shallow and heavily, he was unable to stop his reaction to their aid and started to struggle uncaring if he hurt himself in the end. It was then his mouth releases its burden to splatter upon the floor, the sicken color mingled with the crimson red from his lungs. His coughing had become more violent then. More blood was tossed up while the pale hands restrained him and held him down, his body only able to rattle from each fresh wave before he began to seizure.

Just let me die… Khan’s mind pleaded, barely noticed Satori’s mind present in his thoughts.

Her mind probed through the pain and emotion stress, finally discovered the information about his unique binding. The fact his Runes had pushed his demons out as a safety measure to prevent his Runes from shattering and killing him instantly. Her connection was cut off when something abruptly changed, the Esyire treated to a new sort of pain wrecked upon his body. He was already transferred to a table where the vampires held his weakened limbs easily enough. Another cut away his tunic to reveal the source of his misery: Rathel’s Rune.

It was bloodied and cracked in several places. Already the tunic had been drenched in his nearly depleted blood making Khan bellow in pain when a new one appeared, the vampires raced to starch the wounds before he bled out. However the harder they tried then less successful they became. Each time a crack’s bleeding was controlled, another sprung up and turned the rag into a redden one.

One last scream erupted from the Headmaster as he finally passed clean out.

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Freeshooter92 said
That seems ridiculous. Wouldn't the fusion of magic and technology be much more likely? I can think of all sorts of ways that could happen, people using objects and whatnot to focus their magic power, and meanwhile runes can provide for the common people. Techs existence just causing magic to suffer critical existence failure is nonsense (People not knowing they can? alright. people suddenly being unable to cast because someone invented indoor plumbing somewhere? stupid). But, yeah a stubborn adherence to the old ways could cause magic to sputter and die like I imagine it happened the first time, but if mages and whatnot were willing to look into ways to synergise and move forward, they would be able to preserve their art. Vitamancy alone is vastly superior to all modern medicine, and almost all of the other magics are superior in their intended purpose to modern means. Just magic fading away seems like a waste.

Magic exists because of the Gods period. Recounting history, what has happened over and over when technology appears? Humans tend to forget the Gods and that is what causes the Magic to wane. And after what happened the last time they involved themselves heavily into the mundane day to day, do you honestly think the Gods would risk that again? Not to mention tech and magic together, then the very mortals basically could over take the Gods and recreate the world. Something that is not a good thing for Fate to sort out in her opinion.

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Unlikely as it main function is to teach students about their magic and usually Ren interferes some times when too much of the past is discovered. The thing about Demons, other then special ones like Khan's, they aren't souls at all but rather Evlis/Sins of them which are separated at time of death. Which the Demon might have echoing memories of their past lives, as Lucius said it's not reliable including the way they keep stuff and most don't even remember their lives before the Inferno. That's the way I understood it when he explained it. So it's unlikely Demonomancers would learn of the history and objects of the past were destroyed by the nukes and Gods.

Keep in mind, the past is repeating itself again. If humans and other races discover modern tech too fast, magic fades and disappears. Look at what has happened to the Ancient magic... In the last 200 years it was as common as the others but with the rediscovery of the book, a few tech advantages and so, the magic is pushed out as a result. That's why the man in the prologue hadn't heard of the College... At that point, the magic has faded enough because people no longer depend on it. :P

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EliteCommander said
I still know so little of Tien's past, like how long it has been since then, or how common it is for people to know the extent of the world's past.

Each God measures time by different way, each unique to their own, so telling you exact dates won’t be easy Elite. Mainly cause it doesn’t leave much of a cushion for us to play around with and the fact rarely anyone have lived from the nukes event to the present. About the only one that would be able to access that knowledge would be the Archmage himself, though it’s unlikely he would survive the effort and tell the tale. So it’s easier to list key events even if your PC will never know them. Hopefully this will satisfy some curiosity until you learn it IC from a few special guests in Act 3. *hushes* Though Lucius might’ve changed Kudd’s part in history but that’s my explanation for why he hates the Gods and tends to be more powerful than any living Demonomancer on Tiien. >_> I also took out most the spoilers in concerns with the plotline. :P

Hope this helps Elite.

1st age: void-ice age

-Wild magic created the aspects: Ferocity, Intelligence, and Hate. These aspects were the start which when two of the elements clashed, they sparked life to the Gods themselves.

-With the creation of the Gods came a Realm, one that would later on change. It was their play thing and toy; however as is with humans, the divine beings were greedy and such more. Thus they attacked the Aspect seeking to tame their Wild nature for themselves.

-When the Gods went to war with the Aspects, the realm was fractured into three when they clashed: Ivellios, the Inferno, and the Mortal plane. (The Pit’s connection was the path created from the Inferno to the Mortal Plane, in a way connecting them and allowing a way to separate the Soul from their Sins, then banishing said Sin to the Inferno.) It began in the Inferno, where the most of the Gods and two of the Aspects fell twisting the realm in the hellish place it has become. At the defeat of two Aspects, the third was driven back into the Mortal Plane. Too weak to kill him, they sealed him away and froze all remaining evidence of their war with an Ice Age. Erasing any clues of his existence into myth.

2nd age: ice age-nuclear event, the world’s end.

-After the Ice age had thawed and life returned to the Mortal Plane, magic returned to the realm. However with it came something new: Humans.

-Among they was a man known as Satan (Some of the first Angels as well) and quickly was the first to be favored by the Gods themselves, bestowing upon him great magic and power. However, he grew hungry for more and soon sought to over throw the God when they denied him. In the end, they sealed him away within the Inferno to keep him from destroying all they had created. In turn, this became the place where Sins/Demons were created.

-After the use of their power and direct influence upon the world (keep in mind the myths and what not were remains of that), magic started to fade as human technology started to advance. Soon, magic became nothing more than myth/legend/dreams and imagination. When the magic had shown signs of fading, the God managed to seal away a large amount that built up under the earth, some leaked out in strange unexplained event that humans believed they could explain like Northern lights, sighting of modern myths like the Chupacabra, bigfoot, or other such monsters/events/places.

-Time passed and surviving on the storage of magic, they watched the world move along. Inferring had heavily already had a dire result and farther high stakes meddling would likely hurt them more than what damage had been done. Or worse, risk another Satan. Then the Nukes hit and everything the Gods created in storing the magic in the 2nd age had come undone…

3rd age nuclear event- present

-Since the world was in a terrible state, the Gods began anew. Salvaging what they could, include a population of humans, they created Tiien which in the present it now known as. In the end, it became their own personal board game and a patch work of their own whim. (Free this explains why there are bronze veins that ‘naturally’ occur. Some of the metal ores due to the Gods shifting Tiien had overlapped, allowing both types of metal to reside in one vein) It took a blink of an eye but the population would take much longer to rebuild once again to a decent number, even with Divine help.

-When the new humans were introduced to Tiien, they evolved over time thanks to the God’s favor and limited gifts to become the present day races known as Humans, Snow Elves, Forest Elves, Esyires, Orcs, and Dwarves. It was all for the Gods’ designs and entertainment. One notable event is the rivalry between Djarkel and Eania, the sparks of war that started over a simple rare metal vein on the border lands ending in the Black Wars of 1312 TE (Tiien Era, so at least a 1,312 years has pasted and eliminate most the remains of the modern world. Though doesn’t stop the knowledge from being remade or salvage through word of mouth.) resulting in Djarkel’s expansion and the capital shifted to New Sanguine.

-Currently, I think the date could be a bit higher then present which means over 2000 years at least have passed since the nukes.

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EliteCommander said
Upsah and Zaad are easy. However I really don't think any greek philosophers ever committed genocide. I mean, there was one whose teachings led to many deaths via a poor understanding of medicine, but still. Not direct genocide.

Naturally not, after his first life he was put back through the life cycle and reborn. However it was his last life which created the genocide and consumed his soul. That life happened in Tiien, a few decades after the nukes hit.

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EliteCommander said
You know, as I learn more about who Khan's demons are, I have to wonder if one is literally Hitler.

Lol, nope, he was a demon in the last one before guildfall. I think most their histories predate Hitler. Though it was a good guess, I will give you a hint for them. Though tbh, some of Upsah's slang can give you a hint of his origins, but I tried to only put a bit or else no one would've been able to understand him. XD

Upsah: He's a famous killer who's identify has never been discovered.
Olreah: Thousands of young, beautiful women died all to fill a bath and fed her vanity to stay young.
Heus: Myths say he was strong enough to have strangled two snakes when he was a baby.
Rathel: A famous Greek philosopher.

Stargate - Alliances

Joseph

Joseph flinched when Dr. Kate’s hands dropped the vial, the glass shattered upon the hard floor and sent glass flying across it. The liquid quickly evaporated into the air but he made no effort to move from his spot. He already knew the whole thing was some joke, a sick one in his opinion, and wasn’t keen to add to the morbid mirth. It was the punch line and topic that he found the most distasteful as the pale woman made a childish remark over the spilt contents. His jawline tensed yet he managed to hold his tongue when Dr. Kate turned to him and commented upon her reasons for her profession, including the fact she did value life. However her humor over such serious matters failed to ease his own judgment on her lacking humanity when she forgot he would likely be the one that would deal with the aftermath of her as well as Ms. Falk’s creations. At least if there was a body left after the damage at all.

The only notable change in his figure were the hardened eyes upon the girlish pair, especially after Dr. Kate’s comment about laughing. His head tilted to Ylva when she chuckled at both their reactions then seemed to chide him over her own procedures and the details that it was almost impossible for another to contaminate the laboratory. A fact he suspected after his chat with Dr. Ingolfsson, a man who clearly didn’t understand sarcasm and seemed more deadpan serious then even him. If it wasn’t for the red tape barrier then Joseph might’ve found the meeting slightly less irritating.

He fought hard not to visibly shrug off her attempts to comfort him, though there wasn’t a reason to, as she continued to explain more. His hand at his side merely balled tighter but didn’t move from his side, the only indicator of his slightly upset mood when she called in a lab tech to clean up the mess. The young man, Russian in his late twenties, with a strong jaw and ice blue eyes seemed to stare hard at the minor task given to him by Ylva. Instead of questioning, he merely went about to clean it.

Ignoring the busy man, Joseph’s head fixed upon the pair, a frown set in his jaw at their silliness and bad humor. First was his reply to Ylva. “Dr. Ingolfsson spoke highly of your hygiene and caution in your profession, Ms. Falk so there’s little doubt about that substance being harmless. He doesn’t seem like the type to joke much, making it hard to believe he would make up stories. It was the joke that was in bad taste.”

His eyes turned upon Dr. Kate sharply as well. “Laughter is one thing, Dr. Kate. However, the fact you consider death so amusing is rather unpleasant for me. Though I will keep in mind to laugh when I’m cleaning up the bodies left behind in the wake your ‘masterpieces’ create, if there is any. One of the few perks of being both the medical physician as well as the coroner is that I get to admire the morbid success.”

With nothing else to say to either of them, he walked into the lab to deliver the blood samples to the lab technician on duty then quickly returned to his office. The last thing he wanted was to face the gossip the pair no doubtingly would enjoy in their rants against him. There was little wonder why he found socializing to be so difficult.

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Alright, ladies and gentles, the current score:

Khan's demons- 1 down, 4 to go.

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Upsah

Upsah sneered at Lucilia’s new resort. His heart flirted with excitement when he thought about how much sweeter it would be to tear her down. The gas faded and tapered off from his mouth as most of it filled the room. It was then Lucilia’s blade stabbed into the ground to create the thorny armor about her. He smirked when she played hard to get. She was indeed a cheeky tail if he ever saw one, her body all wrapped up tightly like a fresh tease. Slowly she sank under the floor where the vines sprouted out just when he was getting started, his body rushed forward only to spin around when his ears picked up the sound of something being fling though the air. It was faint and he almost missed, his hand upraised to block the axe thrown at his spine.

Out of all them, Upsah had to admit his bones were more brittle then the rest. A curse set on by his decay magic which in exchange was more powerful than most Noxomancers and helped him survive within the Inferno. So he couldn’t’ allow it to hit and severe him in half, killing his fun so short. The moment his palm touched the blade, it browned and dusted away past him harmlessly. His skull seemed to give a cheeky grin at the easiness of it. His bones however protested, slightly bent and cracked from Lucilia’s vines’ earlier constriction. Though it wasn’t likely the vampire could tell by his movements that he was riddled with pain, he won’t let a little thing like that stop him.

When his thoughts turned upon her, he realized she no longer was there. Instead her body had vanished under the floor as his eye caught movement and his skull jerked in time to see Khan’s own body being wrapped by the very vines as well. The demonomancer’s image made Upsah smile to see the Esyire’s body tremble and quake, the eyes widened in fear when the gas entered him. Currently…Khan was living his own worse nightmare. Serve the mouth right, thought Upsah when his attention noted the woody wall erected to seal it off from the titan’s current clash.

He could’ve made it shorted but that dumb brute, Heus was so much pain, Upsah risked being killed when the beast lashed out. His eyes narrowed upon the wall a moment longer and then panned the hallway for signs of the tail’s reappearance.

Naturally it didn’t take long before he heard her voice. The little slut was baiting him with her sweet, little voice as she snubbed him. His eyes reddened a moment yet his skull grinned, a disturbing sort as he knew deep inside the bitter truth. The bitch herself would likely make the most powerful sin one day. Ironic she snubbed demons when she would soon add to them, he mused slightly. “Now, tail, you sound like Rathel and even a faint bit like Zaad. Those two chavies have nothing on me. If not for Khan being a mouth, then I would’ve broken loose sooner.”

However his words were lost when Lucilia’s briar’s became to increase their infestation of the hallways, their buds bright orange and became drawn to him. He clicked his lower jaw in frustration, the sound worsened when her filthy vines had latched onto him again. Again he tried to decay them but something wasn’t right. He hadn’t noticed it the first time, mainly cause it had been so very long since he tested out his magic, yet now he couldn’t’ ignore it. It was slightly weaker. His eyes shifted to the change in the briar then uttered a mental curse at the clever bitch.

Having difficulty in decaying the plants, Upsah changed his tactics. He lowered his body making it appear as if his body was being overwhelmed and encase, playing a few visible struggles to add to the act’s merit. Meanwhile his hands touched the smooth stone and poured all his decay efforts into it. He might not win, but he could take at least take someone with him. The stones’s color grey faded almost instantly, his magic spread from his center and outwards. It trailed along the walls and up to the ceil where most the building’s rafter’s lie. The event started off slow until he increased his efforts, impossible to stop, causing the roof above them to crumble. He didn’t flinch when a block came dangerously close to crushing him. Instead he chuckled at his clear victory that someone, even if that victim would be Khan himself, would die.

And there was nothing the bitch could do to stop it.

Heus

Heus’s body clashes with the stone wall, the monstrosity’s form indented the walls slightly with his brute strength. Sluggishly he pulled away when he notices nothing between him and turned away, the wall clearly weakened by his charge as he resumes his fight. Another roar ruptured the air’s stillness while he spots Grey and makes a clear challenge, his flames up his arm flare in response when he doesn’t see him.

Thump..thump..thump..

Heus stiffened long enough to feel Grey’s boots on his back, their pace rushed as quickly as possible up the demon’s back. Without thinking, Heus’s arms flayed about in an attempt to reach the man that scaled him. His body jerked about until his feet stumbled and his back instantly clashed with the far wall in his klutzy movements. Unless Grey had moved fast, he would be nothing more than a red smear upon the College’s wall. Heus’s body rushed along the length of the object as if to peel his pest off him. To farther complicate things, Heus’s second element had kicked in: Wind. It whipped about the behemoth’s body like a raging whirl wind centered upon the demon’s form like moving wind armor. The rapid wind would tear the flesh off any living creature, human or demon, within a few seconds.

Orleah

The last one to form, Orleah, had been sitting in the background and buying her time. Her eyes lit up when she spotted the male fighting Heus, noting how the man seemed rather strong and determined. The thought mad her tongue licked her lips, alongside how she could toy with him. Her Sin was lust naturally, so the poison increased that as she waited until he was off Heus to jump into the fray. When Grey’s feet hit the ground, her claws came out and slashed at the armor. She would giggle if it hit as the sound of it being torn open like paper was lovely, of course it was thanks to the poison coursing through her veins that it was possible.

The Library

Kestrel said
Well registering an IRC channel should be easy enough. Though I haven't a lot of time on it since I was like 15 or something. Any idea what's a good server?

Ellri, the GM of that mentioned rp, uses foonetic network and recommends it.