Skallagrim

Necropoli- NMV

In the town, shadows moved and swayed with evil intention, macabre and grotesque creatures lurking along the dark alleyway, each lurching with an inhuman gait as they hunted for food.

Long dormant they rose from the fecund ground, the Lord of Nightmares called to them, urging them to rise.

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Ghoukas ripped the air with a cruel laugh as two creatures moved towards him. They appeared as translucent beings of shifting darkness, their powers as potent as ever. The swirling miasma of lights flowing from the eyes of the great beast changed from the red-orange to a brilliant blue then a violet. Swirling around him the winds roared and a peel of thunder echoed around the landscape.

“My grief, my fright…” the cascading hues changed again, the violet morphing into a glaring red, “My sinister, my unspeakable reach….” Before Ghoukas finished a great snarl escaped his black lips. His great head twisted, the twin-protrusions seemed to slice the very air itself. Massive clawed hands clenched and unclenched, a growl, bestial in nature rumbled from the chest of the Lord of Nightmares.

With a wave of his hand, the hellish winds ceased their movement, all sound stopped, only the deep, horrific growl continued. Without looking at his minions, the living nightmare stepped down from his dais, the cloven hooves causing the ground to smoke and smolder, one hand pointed to the far horizon, the other grasp the great black handle of his club.

“They have come…The believers have arrived. I can feel their strength…their power…” The great miasma of lights flared as the Lord of Nightmares focused on his minions, “Our armies were conquered and fell in the end. ‘Lo so I have lain in the dark prision of the Dreamers, vast new worlds have sprung to life, their glory a mockery. Their gods fallen none have succored them, and they have become complacent. It is now our dark light that they will awaken too, there will be no forgiveness.”

Pulling the mighty club from the scarred and dying ground, the gleaming cylinder dripping with a black viscous liquid; it was the hatred that burned in Ghoukas, manifest as a deadly poison. When he spoke again, the sound that emanated from him held an absence of emotion; it was a chilling command to his minions, “Their forests and deserts. Their rivers and seas, their mountains and valleys…nothing shall remain. You are the hand of destiny; you are to unleash your darkest desires, embrace your dark sins, the song of sorrow is your macabre music now.”

Slowly the great beast, the Lord of Nightmares lifted the wicked rod and pointed it in the direction of the small village, “Their saviors stand before you, they stand against your power, such heroes will turn the worlds against you if they are allowed to gain their strength. Let this end, let their worlds lament their passing, let them fear the Darkness that descends upon their light. I loosen you my dogs of war…”

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Kholodny Zima, the Scion of Stribog is approved as an intermediate character.

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Other than that, he's pretty normal. He has above human strength and stamina, provided by Stribog, being able to lift about 400 pounds. His second greatest strength is his agility. Stribog manipulates the wind, allowing Kholodny to run at speeds up to 80 mph, and have superhuman jumping distance and time, being able to clear 2 football fields in a single bound, really fitting in with his cowardly nature.

There are powers in here that need to be tiered, also your power description of your cold power needs to be worded better.

As the Scion of Stribog, Kholodny is just about the essence of cold itself. He has the ability to create insanely cold temperatures, reaching down to 420 degrees below zero. While it may not be absolute zero, these temperatures are still brutal and incredibly dangerous. When they first manifested at the age of ten, the temperature of the air around him up to 15 feet away would go down to about -60 degrees, and he only got more powerful from there. At the temperatures that he get reach, everything that gets that cold will die. Trees explode, the ground breaks, and even the air itself begins to freeze and solidify. Fortunately for other people, he can only maintain a full power radius of about 6 feet, and he can't do it for very long. Mind you, thats causing everything within a 6 foot radius to go to 420 degrees below zero, so if he were to direct his power in a more linear fashion, his effective range would increase exponentially.

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He can also create and shape ice out of the moisture in the air. Any shape and size he pleases. Mind you, this ice is also 420 degrees below zero, so it is incredibly tough, much tougher than steel. The most dangerous part of it is if you happened to get stabbed. The ice is so cold, that it would immediately begin to freeze all the material in the opponents body, starting from the point of penetration. The enemy would have to get away pretty much immediately, or risk unhealable NOT UNHEALABLE reword it to make it difficult to heal) frostbite and worse. He's a pretty good ranged fighter too, being able to form ice spears and fire them off like a harpoon gun out of his hands. There's a chain that connects the harpoon to his arm, all made out of ice, making an incredibly deadly weapon.

[Intermediate][/u]Also, when in actual fight more (Which is rarely), he freezes the very around at least 6 inches around him automatically[/u], creating a pretty darn good form of defense.[/b]

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LeeRoy said
@Skallagrim.Am I to assume that LeeRoy has handed over the Data-Card, or is he still holding it?

I assume he handed it over but it is your call.

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Beta said
Skall, could you please read the last PM I sent you? I am not sure if you were simply too busy at the time or just forgot, but a response would be appreciated.

Read the last IC post.

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A niggling at the edges of Skallagrim’s consciousness, a fear, an uncertainty called to him. Turning his attention from the woman Keezheekoni and towards the warrior Talon and his warband, the Dreamer reached out through the darkness, his thoughts wrapped around the man, “Come to me Talon, come and address your concerns to me.”

With a wave of his hand space compressed in the vast halls of the Nexus as the Burning Wings, poised to go through a doorway were back before the Dreamer.

“I sense uncertainty in you Talon. Come reveal your fears to me that I may understand them.” Skallagrim said as he raised a shimmering wall of energy around them, showing Talon the entirety of the multiverse in a single instant.

“I am capable of understanding much, but in you I sense loss as well. Why do you mourn? Why do you feel the way you do? Are you not blessed to live your life focused on your world and your life? Would you prefer to stay here, amongst the dark halls, the forgotten dreams and watch the vast potential of all life play out before you? Would you prefer to stand watch here among the shadowed and dream alongside the eternal?”

Skallagrim focused on the 200 men behind Talon, then his gaze flooded the man before him in a dazzling glow of energy, “You shall live forever, never dying, and eternal as long as the Dreamers possess the Nexus.”

Facing Keezheekoni, he said “Your life may play out as you wish. If you want to balance the great wheels of fate, go, hide amongst the darkest shadows, and hunt among the ruins for a small machine. It possess a great and terrible power, one that can alter every thread in the multiverse, find the lost omnicron and preserve it. You will find among the forgotten relics that bound a terrible dream. Find it in the great ruins of the prison that once held the Nightmare who Walks. Beware though for your strength lies in hiding the artifact, not employing it.”

The Halls of Dreams-NMV

“Sukoh has answered your request for stories, yes? Now I want to know. Who was that monster? And why does he seem so evil?"

The Dreaming Queen lowered her head and placed it close to the great bear, a soft hiss escaped her, as sat back, pushing the bear away slightly, a great light erupted around them.

“Behold Sukoh, the world of the Dreamers.”

The world was dark, gray and cold, a harsh world with two dim suns and three pale moons, a violent world, with great dragons and other beasts that the bear would hardly recognize.

“Ghoukas…he is a Dreamer. But, he found the pain and sufferings of those he dreamed upon enjoyable. He used his power to manipulate, to control and to shape the lives of those he tormented. “

The images became real, surrounding them as if they were there. Silence filled the gloomy air. It hung about, hovering, waiting to be shattered. The smell of corpses was too strong to ignore. The land was burnt from war.

Darkness clung to every object in the sacred hills of Mara’Gar, a Kingdom in the world of Balsa’sha where forms could be seen. If one had been standing at the top of Fal’dor cliff, the highest point in all of Mara’gar one would have been shocked beyond words.

There in the valleys and hills of Mara’gar, lay bodies scattered all over. Lifeless, pale bodies covered almost every inch of the once lush green hills that were now burnt and dry. Thousands of arrows were stuck into the ground indicating futile aims of soldiers. However, millions more had met their targets at the bodies of soldiers, dead.

There was no single fire but instead many small ones that still burned away at the trees. These were the signs of war that had occurred; a fresh war was what the people once called Xindhi, now Dreamers, would have called it.

The sight of dead bodies strewn all over the place would frighten anyone. There laid the great empire of Mara’Gar, or so it had once been.

Scathach turned to the great bear and smiled, her voice low-

“The Day will come when the gate opens
Reflects the cold light unto the floor
In a perfect circle, the light will combine
The sign of closure, crumbled in time
Ghoukas’ gates will open awhile

The worlds must stand vigilant.
Ghoukas must not leave
He must stay trapped
For once, he is released
Doom shall fall upon the multiverse…

War is at hand,
Ghoukas has been released
There is no time,
The worlds need guardians,
To stand the onslaught of
Nightmares.”

The Dreaming Queen faced the great bear…”That is who has been released. That is the Nightmare who Walks.”

Angar-Rylla- NVM

Aboard the Wraith, in the port sub-docking bay, a small ship was quickly encased in a beta-gamma ray field, and then dumped into space, with a long trailing tractor beam holding it tethered to the ship. The gamma-field holding enough energy to rival a pulsar for a tenth of a second would detonate if the command given released the tether.

The Lord General watched the monitors as the strange man named LeeRoy and Dr. Kur began the exchange of information.

“Double the guard in that section of the ship. If this immortal tries to betray us, we shall test his immortality.”

An aide nodded and sent word to a cadre of Knights.

Turning back to the screens, the war on Darashal moved back as his eyes turned towards the readings that raced off the charts.

“This discharge of energies is not a gate, but it indicates a gate has opened. The question is where and more importantly why?”

Garal Vash frowned as he stared at the screen, “Perhaps it is not so unexpected Lord General. We found this man, this LeeRoy in our space. Now a gate discharge occurs. This might be a precursor to an attack by the Dreamers. Perhaps we have come too close and they now fear the power of the Angar-Rylla.”

Dou’far Klaast shook his head,“Were it so easy my old friend. No, I fear this is something different, something we may not be prepared for.”

Tapping the intercom he spoke, his voice reverberating in the science lad where LeeRoy and Dr. Kur were, “We have some pressing issues Doctor. Please come to the bridge I need your advice.”

***

Dr. Salandra Kur frowned, “I am sorry LeeRoy. I must attend this. The Lord General has requested me.” With a wane smile she hurried from the room, two Knights falling in step behind her as she made her way to the lifts.

Sortiarius-A "Magic" World- NMV

“Eeny, meeny, moany, mite,
Frenzy, lather, boney, strike,
Scale, bit, slashed, neck,
Dragon, dragon, we, will, wack"

Dynoz grinned as he watched the ring blade sail through the air and for a brief moment thoughtthe blade struck clean and true, it made him grimace. The throught of the dragon falling so easily, only to have his spirits once again raise in elation as the dragon girl continued to move forward, the fight still in her.

“Oh glorious day…” murmured the elf as he twirled the daggers in his hands, his eyes narrowed as he tossed his head back and howled deep and long. A mournful howl, similar to that of a wolf on the hunt, indeed were not the elves hunting the smaller dragon like wolves on a hunt?

Then the giant dragon took wing, “Oh my pretty we shall find you soon enough. But for now the whelp will be our play thing…”

With a sudden burst of speed, Dynoz took off in a long, loping gait that easily ate the distance between them. His eyes focused on the form of Evvie, when a cadre of centaurs erupted before him. With a cackle he leaped and landed on the back of the last one.

“Thanks for the ride me boyo…I am afraid you must die now!” And with that the startled centaur felt the acid dagger slip between his ribs, burning everything, turning the flesh and organs into a bubbling sludge.

As the centuar stumbled and fell, Dynoz had lept off him, landing among the others who were stopping to kill him, as they did, he rolled and used the lighting dagger to shock one, causing it’s body to burn slightly but the bold and brave centaur simply toppled over as cardiopulmonary arrest happened to his heart.

One of the centaurs stabbed down at Dynoz who was cackling as he rolled away from the spear, rising into a crouch to face the three. Two carried spears and the third drawing a bow and aiming for the elf, evil intent in his eye.

Everything slowed down a moment as the centaurs prepared to strike, confidant they would win this encounter. Sadly they would regret that train of thought as the elf rose and darted forward, rolling between the spears thrust at him, coming under the belly of one who he gutted with a wicked slash along the exposed stomach, with a scream as the acid sliced him open the centaur stumbled. The internal organs fell with a sickening slurp on the ground where the elf had been.

With a squeal of delight, Dynoz shot forward and plunged both daggers into the body of the other spear wielding centaur, and with a thought made both daggers burn with intense flames. The scent of burning flesh filled the air as the scrams of the dying creature accompanied it.

Turning, both daggers afire, the elf licked his lips as his eyes locked on the centaur with a bow, a grin spread across his lips.

“I know wot yer thinking lad. You have a bow and a scant 20 feet between us. You think you can kill me before I can get to you. The question you have ta ask yerself is wot happens if you miss?”

The centaur faltered a moment, and that was all Dynoz needed as he hurled a flaming dagger, the centaur fired missing wide as he ducked the dagger, trying to draw another arrow. But it was too late as flaming spike ripped into his neck, nearly decapitating him.

As the creature fell, Dynoz grabbed his other dagger and whipped around, “Time for you lass…if Adinraen left anything for me to play with.”

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The human woman tapped the armored knee of Skallagrim;

"Hey, buddy? Are you Huehueteotl? Or are you just some corpse?" Jeez, Keezi, you're talking to corpses here. Get it together, there's no way that Huehueteotl could die, he's a god! "Pfft. What am I doing, this is a corpse. Gods don't have corpses, they just. Uh. Like, live forever and stuff." Keezi relaxed, spinning around a bit and letting the bat drop from its raised position. "This is stupid. I'm here for a reason, Huehueteotl! Aren't I!?"

A laugh erupted from Skallagrim that sounded through time and space as amethyst energies flared intensely from his eye sockets, turning his attention to the woman before him.

“I am not your Huehueteotl, and no child, even Gods may die.” The skeletal being murmured standing slowly, casting his gaze on Keezi, bathing her in a brilliant amethyst glow.

“You have come at the cross roads of your life little one, you have come to the Nexus of Worlds. The next choices you make speak volumes of your character and your life.”

Stepping down from the great black throne, Skallagrim peered down at the human female, his gaze drinking deeply of her essence, studying the threads of fate that streaming from her form, following them into the multitude of possibilities that lay before her.

With a subtle movement of his right hand, the room descends into pitch black, the temperature dipping down to freezing, then a sudden burst of lights filling a series of arches, in each doorway an image of the world’s lay before them.

“Your fate is intertwined with these worlds Keezheekoni, somewhere beyond your simple dreams of a demon god lay the true multiverse. Behold the vistas of life that call to you, which your essence, your life, draws you too. “

Turning to face the woman, “Simply choose what you will Keezheekoni, seek your destiny and step forward through the arch into your life.”