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Sortiarius-A "Magic" World- NMV

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The Tale of Guildfall

As told by Rilla to the IRC.

<Rilla> Anyway, it was months ago - the denizens of Guild were happy in their little world, playing their games.

<Rilla> No one knows exactly when it struck, but it wasn't a very happy Christmas for the Guildions - as they suddenly found themselves locked out of their world by a malevolent force; The Hosts, they called themselves.

<Rilla> The Guildions' King, King Mahz, and his lady, Queen Contra(band), were immediately informed. The Great King Mahz offered to pay the Hosts whatever they wanted, and negotiations went on and on.

<Rilla> The Denizens of Guild piled into a hidden recess that the Hosts could not touch, the International Recreational Center, where Mahz and Contra were hold up during the talks.

<Rilla> They were now the subjects of the fearful Bearded Giant of the IRC, Harsh, and his army of Operational Advisors. The Machete Wielding Gia, the Oversex Mushi, Garden Sutra Akami, and the Controller of Blorbs, Elly.

<Rilla> During this time, they had to learn to bite their tongue because the Admin King Harsh, and the Ops, were not forgiving as many had been led to think.

<Rilla> Many were struck down, and had to take refuge in the anarchy zone, F.B - Fictional Bibletown.

<Rilla> There they complained, and complained, and complained. But it was of no use - Queen Contra would not longer hear their cries for help.

<Rilla> So one day, it was decided to make a new land - once the terrible truth was discovered!

<Rilla> Mahz could not finish the negotiations! The Hosts destroyed the town and everything in it!

<Rilla> We watched as everything burned to the ground, our homes - our jobs - our hopes and dreams.

<Rilla> We built the Old Tower, a hotel-like place that lacked a non-segregated pool, and there we lived for the longest of times.

<Rilla> Our Great King, Mahz, heard our pleas, our cries and set about building a new place for us to live. Brick by brick. Section by Section!

<Rilla> Soon it was opened, and like Sweet Baby Young Adult Jesus, he led us to our new promised Land... Roleplayerguild.

<Rilla> We never forgot OldGuild, the place where many of us came together, as friends, as enemies, as lovers, as haters.

<Rilla> But now we call Roleplayerguild home, our home, a home that the Great King Mahz provided us... a home that we will never lose again.

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Too busy involved in the White War, at the moment.

Which I need to eventually post in.

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If Joseph, the Imaginist, and his spirit animal Ouroboros were around - that sounds like something they'd do. Manipulate things for amusement.

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I'm talking to Skallagrim at the moment, if any of you have any questions about the arena or the new Multiverse. Let me know and I can get his opinion for the next news thing.

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Rilla's Character Deposit

Worren Xue
"The Fire Ninja"
{This is Tony Jaa, Worren is kind of like him.}
{Just in big brown shorts, a brown hooded vest and wearing camping gear, sleeping bag.}

Vitals

Age:

28

Height;

5’10

Weight;

201

Eyes;

Fiery Red

Personality;

Worren is very easily angered, a trait shared by many fire users, especially when it comes to what he considers -touchy- subjects. However, even when he is calm, he still contains a burning passion within him, which manifests as flames around his wrist. This is shared by his anger as well. Generally, Worren is a nice guy, though this does not mean he allows himself to be walked over. He loves to train and fight, especially with his energies and his Shuriken and Kunai Knives, and other weapons. Being apart of the same resistance as Trent, Worren has a reputation as being hasty, though he is often successful in his ventures. Fancying himself as a ninja, Worren can be quite tactical and observant at times.

Spirit Animal:

Salamander

Weapons;

Kunai Knives -

Some have chains connected to them -
Varying Sizes -
Marked with several Flame Runes

Shuriken -

Bo-Shuriken and Hira-Shuriken -
Varying Size - Large ones are generally marked with weapons runes.
Marked with several Flame Runes

Blow Gun and Darts -

Two, One for smaller darts and one for Larger darts. -
Marked with several Flame Runes

Senbon

Thin, Sharp Needles -
Marked with Flame Runes.

Tessen -

An Iron Fan -
Marked with several Flame Runes, as well as Weaponry Runes

Manriki-Gusari -

The Manriki Gusari was a chain usually about 3 feet long, and weighted at both ends.
Marked with several Flame Runes

Equipment;

Aside from his weaponry, Worren wears a large camping bag on his back, complete with a sleeping mat. His smaller arsenal of weaponry is located within this bag, which is easily accessible. His larger weapons are located on Runes upon his body, particularly his wrists, palm, and back. The bag, is lined with the same runes to increase the carrying limit of weapons. The water bottles on either side of Worren, are filled with Oil(Left) and Gasoline(Right).

Elemental Affinity;

Fire/Heat

Energy;

Firaga:

Worren, being of a simple nature, never really named his energy anything other than Firaga. This energy allows him control over fire, no matter the size. He can start a small spark with a mental command, or the snap of his finger, or he can create large enough flames to completely decimate the immediate area, of fifty feet, which can gradually increase if left unchecked. His ability with this energy is so precise, five feet in any direction of him, is prone to random bursts of flame, ten feet if he is angered. Overuse can have side effects of singed clothing and burnt skin.

Heatron:

This is a secondary part of Firaga, allowing him to manipulate the varying levels of heat. He can raise or lower them, though he prefers the former. The different levels of heat manipulation don’t really effect him, as he normally trains on the lips of Volcanoes, and other naturally heated places. This energy is known to cause burns upon an opponent who is not properly protected. Due to this energy, it is known that the area around him is normally warmer, when happy, five feet around him. However, when angered, the heat around him, in a ten foot distance, is greatly intensified.

He gains a small boost in power when he is in contact with his given Element.

Energy Manifestation;

Spark:

With this simple energy, Worren can start the beginnings of a small fire, which can grow into a large forest blaze. This is mostly a starter ability and is rarely used to directly damage an opponent. He can also use it to channel flames down any weapon he currently holds in his hands, without hand signs. However, hand signs are necessary if he is not directly holding the weapon.

Balls:

Worren can manifest fireballs from his hands, feet, and mouth. He can also launch them from the ends of his hand held weapons, if they are being held by him. The balls vary in size, from small pea sized flicks(Fastest to employ) to massive fireballs(Slowly to employ).

Waves:

This is one of Worren’s secondary forms of energy usage. As a wave; the blast ripples slightly as it makes it’s way towards an opponent or chosen item. These ripples of energy, overlap each other, adding to their power overall. So in theory; the longer it takes to get to an opponent, the more damage it will do inclusively. Also, these waves aren’t limited to one direction shots. They can potentially; and with great energy, be sent off in 360°.

Pulses:

Being an avid flame enthusiast, Worren has developed the ability to send pulses of his flames and heat from his body in an Omni-directional field. They don’t gain energy, or power, since they don’t overlap. They can be sent in a single direction. When he employs this manifestation, it appears as a transparent red, or orange, wall of flames or heat.

Abilities;

Weapon Manipulation:

This is the ability to increase or decrease varying variables of his weaponry. It is not as advanced as the other peoples of the resistance(Derik, Trent, Jet) abilities are, but he can increase the size of a few of his smaller weapons. To compensate for this, he generally uses heat to increase the cutting power of his weaponry.

Summoning:

This is Ninjutsu, at base, which allows him to summon things from the two particular types of Runes he employs. Fire and Weapon runes, to be exact. The weapon runes are located on his wrists, palm, back, and on his Tessen, thus allowing him to summon Kunai knives and Shuriken, from either location. Large Shuriken, are generally summoned from his back. The Flame runes are located on each of his weapons, as well as on his wrists, feet, and tongue, to allow for bigger, more potent attacks. To use this energy, he generally relies on his own aura as a catalyst, which manifests as red, in conjunction with hand signs.

Hand Signs:

Worren, being a practitioner of Ninjutsu, is highly proficient in the uses of Hand Signs. He particularly makes use of Tiger, Dragon, Rat, Monkey, Rooster, and Snake, in multiple ways. His speed and competency with his hand signs is remarkable, coupled with his intense stamina, he can perform high level flame based attacks, and make a multitude of weapons, without becoming visibly tired. These are used to fuel his flame manipulation and summoning abilities. The extent of his Hand Seals are unknown, though he can do the same thing with one hand, that he can with two, at the cost of time.

Hand to Hand:

He is known to dabble in such martial arts of Kickboxing and Kenpo, both of which he is an expert in. He often couples his strikes with flames or heat to extend his range and striking power. Because of this training, he has increased stamina, speed, and power. Though, he lacks a excellent defense.

Sortiarius-A "Magic" World- NMV

It was an ambush, that man - whose life was very much in danger - decided to use his last chance at life to send the elves to their death. Adinraen had to give it to the foolish man, a risky venture but one that was ultimately in vain. Adinraen stood on guard, the forest telling him something was creeping ever closer to them. Adinraen could almost taste the blood that would be spilled within the forest.

“Adinraen, I wish that your skills be employed. Silently and swiftly, be as the hawk upon a hare,... Go, kill their strongest warriors, we shall be along shortly. Save the women and children…if you can.”

A twisted smile crossed Adinraen's lips and he replaced his sword. "As you wish, Commander," Adinraen said - before he slinked off into the forest quickly. As he rushed through the forest, he could feel his energy leaking out - preparing to gain the dominance of the nature within the village to use as his own.

The town wasn't too far away and he was on the outskirts of it within minutes. "Time to play a little game." He reached behind him and removed his Ring Blade, the Ring of the Devil Elf. He leaped until the wall of one of the buildings and began making his way to the town center, where the enemy forces, the Resistance, were gathering themselves for the impending attack. In the center was a Centaur, a scout from the Centuarian forces that were now attacking the forces in the back.

With a vicious toss, the ring blade cut through the air and cleaved through the scout Centaur, implanting itself in the medium sized statue of the town center. Those around could barely get out a peep before blood showered them. They immediately went into a defensive position, but it was already too late.

Adinraen landed seven meters away from them and whipped out his blade, hacking the leg off one of the resistance fighters and the arms of another. They formed a circle around the Devil Elf, but it would do nothing to help them survive.

"Dynoz won't be too happy with me, he ordered me to stay quiet and move swiftly, like a hunting hawk. But he should know better, I prefer to make my prey scream before I touch them."

His energy lashed out of him and began permeating into the ground, preparing to give him his dominance.

"Bring me your strongest," Adinraen remarked as he pulled his Ring Blade from the statue.

Paste game

First Blood

Both men stand across from each other, referee in the middle, ensuring both are ready for the match. No sooner than he rings the bell, both men launch themselves towards each other, raining down fist after fist into the head of the other - attempting to score a quick victory in this First Blood match. Both men stumble and fall to the ground, but neither of them budge when it comes to swinging their fist at the other. AJ Dixon is able to quickly push Andy Cannon off, and away, from him before getting back to his fist. Cannon is no slouch and he is back on his feet just as quick. After a moment staring at each other, and the crowd cheering on Cannon, the man attacks Dixon fighting him tooth and nail until Dixon is backed into a corner. The advantage doesn’t’ last long, as Dixon quickly reverses and puts Andy into the corner. The crowd boos with each vicious shot Dixon slams into the face of Cannon.

Bodom: How are neither of these men bleeding yet?!

Kingmaker: I have no idea! No idea at all!

Cannon pushes Dixon back and is quickly back on the attack, both men hitting the mat once more. The crowd is growing hot for this match, and both men seem intent on delivering. Their rumbling and rolling lead to them falling outside of the ring, Cannon landing on top of Dixon. The cameras quickly move to get a better angle. Cannon pushes himself off Dixon and begins launching kicks at the man’s midsection, aiming to keep him down. After the fifth kick, Cannon turns and grabs the barricade, hyping up the crowd with a loud roar!

Daniels: Cannon is on fire here tonight! He knows what he wants and that’s the International Title!

Bodom: Uh oh! Cannon better watch out behind him.

As Cannon turns around, Dixon drills him with a big boot to the mush, knocking him back against the barricades. The crowd boos thunderously, and Dixon goes on the attack. Forearm after forearm is smashed into the face of Cannon. Dixon yells out into the crowd, enticing them to boo more, before going back on the offensive. He pulls Cannon back from the barricade and slams him into the ring apron with tremendous force, and then whips him into the steel steps. Cannon groans as he makes contact with the unforgiving steel, immediately gripping his back. Dixon, not wanting to relent, rushes forward and drives a wicked boot into the stomach of Cannon. He kneels down, and grabs the back of Cannon’s head and barks, “YOU ARE GOING TO BLEED FOR PRIMETIME!”, then proceeds to slam his head down on the steps. He rolls back in the ring, and demands the referee go out to check on Cannon.

As the referee begins to head out of the ring, Cannon pulls himself up to the apron. He wipes his head and there is no blood. Dixon is livid in the ring, and immediately steps through the ropes, aiming to drive his foot down on the back of Cannon’s head with a vicious stomp, but before he can, Cannon sweeps his legs from under him - causing Dixon to land on his back with a thud, the unforgiving hard apron as his landing point. Cannon pushes him into the ring and then climbs in himself. Dixon begins climbing across the ring, but a stomp to the back quickly ends his movement. Cannon drops down and forces Dixon’s back to bend and his head to come up before he lays into him with forearms to the head.

Daniels: Cannon is showing an outright vicious streak here. Is he trying to win the title, or just beat down his opponent?!

Cannon slams Dixon’s head down into the mat, and leans against a turnbuckle, preparing to kick Dixon square in the face when he gets up. Dixon moves to all fours, unaware of what’s going on around him. Just as he does, Cannon launches forward and kicks! But wait!

Bodom: BLOODY HELL HE DODGED IT!

Back in the ring, Dixon has surely dodged the giant kick coming his way. Cannon is all turned around, and is now wrapped up in a tight hold by Dixon. Dixon quickly turns forty five degrees, and powers Cannon up and over for a release german suplex. The power behind the move is enough to cause Cannon to flip head over heels and lands chest and stomach first against the turnbuckle belts. The crowd is in quiet awe of the move, before coming together for a “That was awesome!” chant. Dixon pulls himself to his feet and slowly does a three sixty, soaking in the chants, before he blurts out, “NO! THAT WAS PRIME-TIME.” That quickly turns the crowd against him, causing Dixon to burst out into a large smile. He walks towards the turnbuckle and drives his foot into the throat of Cannon, while untying the top turnbuckle. He tosses the padding into Cannon’s face, before leaning down and doing the same with the middle turnbuckle. As he finishes, he stomps back on Cannon and moves away.

Kingmaker: Cannon wants that title around his waist, but it looks like Dixon will do anything to keep it around his own! Those exposed turnbuckles have made numerous competitors bleed!

Cannon pulls himself to his knees using the turnbuckles, and Dixon rushes towards him, aiming to drive his knee into the back of Cannon’s head, forcing him face first into the exposed turnbuckles. Cannon hears the rushing man and moves out of the way, just in time, causing Dixon to crash into the exposed turnbuckles. Cannon is quick on the attack, and pulls Dixon around, and picks him up on his shoulders.

Daniels: He’s going for the cradle shock! He can’t win with a pin, but this will go a long way to getting Dixon out long enough for Cannon to do more damage!

With startling force, Cannon drives Dixon into the mat with a cradle shock. The crowd gasps at the magnitude of it, and begin cheering as Cannon transitions into a full mount.

Bodom: Cannon is giving Dixon the beating of a lifetime!

He begins raining down punches to the upper body and head of Dixon, who vehemently tries to return or block each strike coming down towards him. The crowd is chanting FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, and Cannon is determined to give it to them. He pops off Dixon and begins slamming his feet into the chest of the man, determined to keep him down. Satisfied with his work, he slides out of the ring on the other side and begins fishing underneath it for something.

Bodom: What the hell is he going underneath the ring for?

Kingmaker: First blood match! He is looking for something to bust Dixon open with, is my guess!

Daniels: There are chairs, ladders, lead pipes, and all manner of other weapons down there.

Cannon comes back up with a steel chair and runs his fingers through his hair. He slides in the ring as Dixon is getting to his hands and knees, before a vicious chair shot to the back flattens him. Cannon begins raining down blow after blow, attempting to incapacitate his opponent. Before the chair can fully break, Cannon sets it up, so it’s in a position for someone to be seated in. He grabs Dixon’s head and slams it down into it. He points to the referee and tells him to check him. As he does, Andy Cannon climbs the top rope. The referee bends towards Dixon to check him, and sees no blood. As he comes back up to inform Cannon that Dixon has not yet been bloodied, he finds himself being pushed by Dixon right into Cannon! Cannon drops on the top rope, holding himself up but clearly in pain. The referee drops to the mat.

Daniels: That damn Dixon! Why would he do something that like?!

Bodom: It’s the will to survive! That referee knew the risks of officiating this match! He knew those damn risks.

Both Cannon and Dixon are still a bit worse for wear, trying to get their breath back before continuing. Cannon brings both his feet behind the ropes, and is met with a wicked uppercut from Dixon, in a surprising burst of adrenaline and speed. Cannon is knocked for a loop, but Dixon doesn’t let him fall off the top rope. He has far more nefarious plans in place. He climbs to the second rope and delivers a knee to Cannon’s sternum to keep him dizzy. With some urging, he pulls Cannon to the top rope, forcing him to steady himself. Dixon comes up next. The crowd is on their feet booing Dixon rabidly!

Kingmaker: The way he’s holding him! No! No! No! He can’t be attempting to do that!

Daniels: He’s going for the Mug Shot!

The cameras cut back to the ring just as Dixon leaps, and pulls Cannon down for the Mug Shot, the Leaping Reverse STO! With the way the chair below is set up, and how Dixon performs the move, Cannon goes face first into the steel chair! Both men are down! The referee is down! Cannon isn’t moving! Dixon can be heard breathing heavily!

Bodom: He’s dead! There is no way Cannon survived that move, and if he did survive, there is no way he is not bleeding profusely.

After a couple of moments struggling, and the crowd standing is shocked silence, Dixon attempts to get to his feet. He takes his time gingerly pulling himself up on the ropes. He notices the referee is still down, and stumbles over towards Cannon himself, turning him slightly to check for blood. The look on his face tells the tale! A close up from the camera reveals what he saw! There is no blood! Dixon backs up hastily, absolutely flabbergasted and pissed off. He goes into a rage as he gets to his feet, kicking the ropes and viciously kicking Cannon. The crowd is mocking him every step of the way! He leans against one of the turnbuckles, furious that Cannon isn’t bleeding yet.

Dixon looks back at Cannon, and then reaches into his own wrestling trunks and pulls something out. He grabs one side of it and pulls, revealing it to be a pocket knife.

Bodom: What a crafty bastard the International Champion is! He just pulled out a pocketknife! One way or another, Cannon is going to bleed!

The crowd is booing heavily towards Dixon who drops down beside Cannon and grabs his hair, lifting his head up. With his knife hand, he gestures towards Cannon and screams for him to bleed. He forces Cannon’s head back down and drags the knife along his own palm. He grimaces in pain, but to him, it’s all worth it. With a few flexes of his hand, the blood is coming nicely, and he lifts Cannon back up - dragging his hand down his foes face to smear the blood all over. With that done, he sneaks the knife back in his shorts and uses his non bloodied hand to rouse the referee. Before the referee can rise, Dixon stumbles back into the corner with a smile on his face and his hand behind his back. The referee first checks on Dixon, and sees no blood.

Daniels: CHECK HIS HAND, REF! NO NOT LIKE THIS!

The referee makes his way towards Cannon and turns him over, and sees the mess of blood on his face. The referee immediately calls for the bell.

Morgan: And your winner, and STILL International Champion, A! J! DIXON!!!!!

The referee grabs the belt from ringside and Dixon quickly yanks it from him, being sure to hide his hand behind the belt. He poses over Cannon and climbs the ropes, soaking in the boos of the crowd. He quickly gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp, the victor in his match.

Kingmaker: Absolutely outrageous, Dixon should have lost that match! He was bleeding!

Bodom: Doesn’t matter, the referee didn’t catch it and now the Prime Time International Reign continues! Cannon had his chance, he had his moment, but Dixon was too good, too smart, and Cannon came up short.

Daniels: Disgusting, of course you’d like it.

Bodom: Damn right I do! That was brilliant!

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Huzzah! Found adinraen's picture!