Personality: Michelle is pragmatic. She expresses a calm and collected demeanor, and makes the effort to not let emotions cloud her judgement. However, it is not unknown for her to express certain emotions. She is capable of exhibiting friendliness and compassion, but is also capable of hardening her heart. She is highly intelligent, and only accepts outcomes with the highest percentages of success.
*raises hand* i assume you can pin someone down without need for and outlaw declaration?
*Arms Slave bear hugs Flan, immobilizing her, fellow outlaw sniper gets a headshot. does this work?
Yeah, as long as it's not in some safe zone, like a town or something. This is a game meant for PvP, after all. Not really sure what an Outlaw declaration is even for. Does it grant bonus xp for people who use one or something?
Leander was a bit surprised to see his water suddenly transform into ice and crash into the blue-haired guy. He didn't mean to hurt him at all. Leander tried to asked, "Are you alright?", but what came out instead was, "Mer des brinkas?" A text bubble popped up above Leander, translating what he just said. Before he could figure out what that was all about, he was suddenly met with an insane amount of firepower.
Leander's first instinct led him to cast a shield wall in front of himself, using a single shield element. The shield immediately started depleting upon the bullets hitting it, and Leander put all his effort into boosting the shield so it stayed up. Fortunately, his boosting was just enough so that the shield would stay up, and the bullets were unable to touch him. However, Leander noticed Cirka charge the black thing again, this time with some sort of ice block on his fist.
"Sloopa du vernisus!" Leander said, the text bubble above his head translating it to "Stop this madness!" Leander created a singular Arcane element, and fired a red-and-black laser beam, making sure it was weak enough to not harm Circa significantly. Whether the beam hit or not, Leander then said, "Metuse tali ommu dekka!", the text bubble translating it to "Let's talk about this!"
-Vestec comes to Ferghus about some sort of tournament and offers to let him in on some action. -Ferghus agrees and gives Vestec his addition to the prize of the tournament.
Ferghus had been experimenting with some of the soul gems Astarte had given him when he felt an all-too-familiar power breach his protective field. Ferghus was not expecting anything good to come of this, but who knows, maybe there was the slim chance he was wrong. Returning all his metal guardians around Mt. Vulcan into his forge, Ferghus himself appeared in front of Vestec via flaming pillar. Ferghus crossed his arms and greeted coldly, "Vestec. How unexpected. To what do I owe this... pleasure? Have you come to actually pay that debt you owe me?"
"Nothing like that, my dear forgemaster. I'm still waiting for you to do something because I refuse too. Unless you not doing anything is your answer to me not paying your debt? Clever, I must say! Regardless, I come here to ask you to add something to a book." Vestec summoned the Morello Nomicon to his hands. "I'm not sure if you were aware this existed, but it's a book of spells and boosts that Arguis created. He gave it to dear old Aztoc, the mortal who prayed to you a short time ago. Aztoc is dead, but I took the book, tweaked it's boosts, and added a few spells of my own. I was wondering if you would like to add a few spells, boosts, what have you, of your own to it? I'm going to visit all the remaining Gods and ask for them to do the same." Vestec held up a forestalling hand.
"Before you immediately say no, I'm not going to just give it to one of my followers. There will be a tournament. Each God will be asked to create an arena of their choosing, and they will all be connected. I'll then summon all the Heroes, Demi-Gods, Aspiring Champions, Ruthless Mercenaries, anyone with the guts really, to this Gauntlet. They have one simple goal: beat everyone else to the prize of this book. They have to survive the arenas themselves to, obviously. The winner gets the most powerful artifact known to mortals. No one is favored. If one God makes it easy on their followers in their particular arena, the next or previous Gods can easily make it easy on their followers in their arena, assuring that no one has but one purposely easy trip to the goal." Vestec giggled, almost clapping his hands with glee. The white symbols on his palms, the only thing forever the same color on his body, flashed.
"What do you say, Ferghus?"
Ferghus gave this matter quite some thought. He was certainly not expecting something like this. A tournament for a book of spells created by gods. His initial impulse was to say no. He didn't feel like this would involve any sort of profit for him. However, he held his tongue from refusing. The more he thought about it, the more that it felt appealing. Ferghus could come up with several different ways to get some profit out of this. Battle and conflict were great ways for a forge master like Ferghus to do just that. The only sad thing about this was that Ferghus never spent any time trying to make any Heroes or Demigods, or anything of the sort. Of course, there was Rejys and Robbie, but they had their own jobs to do. Ferghus then made up his mind.
"Alright, Vestec, you got yourself a deal," Ferghus said. "This sounds a bit too interesting for me to just leave alone. Let me see that book." Ferghus then extended his hand to Vestec, palm upward.
Vestec giggled in joy. "Nice to see we have a deal." The Morello Nomicon floated over to Ferghus, landing in the Forge God's palm.
Upon possession, Ferghus opened the book and began flipping through it, skimming over what exactly was in this book. Most of it could prove useful at some point in time, but it seemed more like a waste of time and effort if he tried to use this book. Then again, this was something meant for a mortal to have, so it shouldn't be all that surprising. Ferghus placed a hand on an empty page, and small trails of fire traveled down his arm into the book. Instead of burning the book, which normal fire would've done, the fire instead burned inscriptions onto the page, as well as a few more pages afterward. To Ferghus, they were pretty basic enchantments and spells, but for mortals, they would prove to have powerful and terrifying effects. Once the deed was done, Ferghus closed the book and handed it back to Vestec. "There, that's my addition to this book of yours," Ferghus said. "I'll be looking forward to this tournament of yours." Ferghus then grew stern and added, "Next time, however, don't just barge through my barrier and grant yourself access."
"I'm the god of Chaos, Ferghus. Barging through things is what I do. Besides, you wouldn't have heard me yelling if I had yelled from the barrier." Vestec's colors coalesced into a smirk, before returning to their normal chaotic mess. The God took the Morello Nomicon, giving a slight bow of gratitude to the Forge God. "See you when you have to start creating your arena!" With that, he was gone.
Leander woke up to the sound of someone saying something about being adorable. Eyes now wide open, he looked around and quickly realized that he was definitely not at home anymore. He go up from the ground, or whatever was holding him up, and looked down at himself. Was this a bathrobe? No, wait, the fabric felt different from a bathrobe. He looked at his hands and noticed the staff and sword he was carrying. Although they were cool, he wondered where these came from.
Then he remembered the last thing he was doing before he fell asleep. If he remembered correctly, he was doing something with a picture of the red Magicka Wizard. Judging from the fact that the robe he was wearing was red, and he was carrying the staff and sword he saw in the picture, it was probably safe for Leander to assume that he was now that Magicka Wizard. This would be incredibly cool if he knew what exactly was going on.
Speaking of which, there were others around him. Some he recognized instantly, such as Link and Kirby. Others included Gaige from Borderlands 2 and... was that the Hotline Miami guy? A more immediate situation, though, was some blue haired guy charging at some black... thing. Whatever it was, it wasn't right. Leander quickly went over to them and started casting a 5-Element Water spell. Leander pointed his staff at Circa and attempted to spray a torrent of water at him. It wouldn't hurt him at all, just knock him back... a lot.
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