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Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

It would likely be a shock to the god of the Sun when, after managing to force his way through the front line of soldiers defending their learned, the man with a horned helmet swung his blade in an arc and blocked his initial strike with a resounding clash of metal on metal. It certainly wasn't an easy feet, given the way his entire body rocked from the impacted, but this time it appeared he had prepared himself and answered in kind.

The mere fact a mortal could defend themselves in this fashion would perhaps be a clear sign of he position the deities were in right now.

Indeed, of the remaining soldiers, several of them immediately took aim at the engaged Sun God and prepared to open fire. It was Ashte's intervention, the sharp cracking sounds of her stolen weapon immediately sounding the death of one of the soldiers and forcing them to turn to try and defend themselves, that spared him time to press his assault. Indeed, the lives of two soldiers were already claimed by Ashte's fire, and the others were unable to attack O'Menus.

Due to the efforts of Trineon and Alasayana, two of the soldiers with the explosive tubes were dispatched, one impaled with a crimson blade and the other crushed by the Huntress's tail.

Immediately, the nearest soldiers trained their weapons on the Goddess of Justice. While this was a danger to her, the fact that they had been forced to stop focusing on suppressing other attackers meant Aureia had a free window to do more or less whatever she desired.

Their numbers were dwindling, but the fact they were putting up this much of a fight displayed both that they were quite a dedicated force, and that the gods had much power they needed to regain.

The great human-shaped machine was mending under Lopalay's power, steel knitting itself back together steadily. However, even once it had mended, the machine did not move. It appeared it needed something else in order to work, perhaps related to the empty space near the center of its body.

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Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

I'd like a post from @1Charak2 first, but I still intend to update as soon as is appropriate. Hoping everyone is enjoying things so far!

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

"Gladly, oh Kyrinth,."

Nobunaga bowed, then placed a hand to her chest as she took a step forward. It was time for her to begin setting the negotiations truly in motion.

"The Illuminator's knowledge is certainly undeniable, but his wisdom leaves much to be desired," she began, "As does his consideration for the consequences of his actions. He cares nothing for the people of this land, or anything that lives. A god like this cannot be accepted."

Taking another step forward, she spread her arms.

"Therefore, such a fool should be discarded. But knowledge is doubtless required for the progress of humanity, is it not?" the petite girl continued, "Humanity learns to produce food, to care for the land, to care for one another, only through obtaining the knowledge to do so."

Gesturing to the Kyrinth, Nobunaga smiled.

"A wise dweller of the forest, one in tune with nature, one who is a guardian of nature, is surely capable of providing much knowledge of the natural world," explained the warlord, "Through the Kyrinth's teachings, the people of this village could learn both how to use the natural world and to care for the natural world. How to better their lives and preserve that which is around them."

She spread her arms once more, her cape flourishing as she did.

"And through these teachings, not only will they learn how to better their own lives and the lives of generations to come, but they will also learn to value this land, and the plants and animals living within it."

Certainly, Nobunaga had no particular love or dislike of the natural world prior. Her interest in it had been entirely a practical one. But the Kyrinth desired the protection of the natural world, and even out of purely practical concerns the preservation of resources was crucial to humans. Therefore, instilling a desire to preserve it would both strengthen the bond between the people of the village and the Elder Beast as well as ensure they had resources for generations to come.

"A 'God of Knowledge' who only spreads their knowledge for their own benefit will be replaced by a wise guardian and teacher of the forest, in a relationship that will benefit both man and nature."

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Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

Hey, let me know if this is too fast, but since we're in combat I decided an update made the most sense.

I can delay if people think I'm moving too quickly, but rest assured the battle won't actually end until everyone who wants to has been able to participate(as long as it doesn't take excessively long that is).

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

"Oh? So you are blasphemers, too," the man in the horned helmet said, inclining his head to one side as he spoke, "There is no god before the Emperor. Your fate is execu-"

He couldn't finish speaking. He hadn't expected such a swift retaliation, O'Menus's sudden advance taking him entirely off-guard. He barely had time to raise his arms as if to block, a translucent orange shield of light suddenly spreading from his gauntlets and taking the blow of the white sword. But in spite of his defense, the shield seemed to crack almost immediately, and he was sent skidding backwards across the stony ground, staggering when he came to a halt several meters away.

The sheer force of the blow had taken him entirely off-guard, even as he cancelled his barrier.

"Damnation! Open fi-" He cut himself off in shock as he watched several soldiers suddenly snapped up on the maws of judgement, crushed even in spite of their crimson armor, Aureia's umbrella cleaving cleanly through the front of the nearest soldier's armor with a spurt of blood.

"They're mages?!" he cried, in shock, "The Klois Knights even sent mages?! Kill them! Kill them all! But don't kill the priestess! We need her alive!"

He drew his sword, the blade thrumming with red light as he did, the remaining soldiers backing up into a tighter formation and swiftly raising their weapons. The ones at the front of the formation knelt, their tube-like weapons cracking as they unleashed extremely fast projectiles.

Indeed, the barriers created by the gods would prove effective against their weapons.

But the soldiers wielding the larger tubes raised them, and unleashed arcing, larger projectiles that hurtled through the air with a whistling sound.

On impact, they would release a small, but violent explosion.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@JessieTargaryen: Yep you're good.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@JessieTargaryen: Hey sorry for the delay, I don't think I see any issues with your bio.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

@Click This: She's just wearing the dress, though if one were to look at her upper back just beneath the dress they would find a stylized lily mark.

Dead Gods Dream: A post-apocalyptic divine action-adventure RP

The girl did not wake, nor did her fever worsen. While it was difficult to tell, to avoid any potential worsening of her condition it was likely that slowing time for her was the best choice. It certainly would not hurt.

The stairs were carved from stone, leading upwards a short distance. It was rather unremarkable in all respects, but adorning the walls on either side were strange geometric shapes, faintly glowing and overlapping one another, leading back down to the hexagonal chamber.

At the top of the staircase was a solid steel door. While it appeared to be somewhat dented from the outside, it was otherwise holding fast.

A voice spoke from beyond the door.

"Prepare for another volley, we'll get through sooner or la-"

Once the gods reached it, it slid open almost immediately.

Beyond was a stony expanse, light gray rock making it apparent they were either on some kind of plateau or the top of a cliff. Beyond that, some distance below, there was a considerable distance completely taken up by the greens of some form of forest. It appeared considerably more temperate then the jungles some deities may have been used to, but it would still feel somewhat familiar to those who engrossed themselves in nature.

Perhaps more pressing were the mortals in their immediate vicinity.

There were at least two dozen of them. All of them were clad entire in some form of unusual black and red armor, shiny and looking rather different from even the heaviest armor any of the deities would be familiar with, some portions composed of some form of fabric as well. At the head of the group was a figure with even more bright armor, two curling horns adorning his face-concealing helmet.

They were armed with swords, and strange devices that looked like some sort of tube. The devices would be entirely unfamiliar, and yet Ashte would immediately recognize them as weapons. They all seemed quite shocked by the sudden appearance of the gods, thought judging their reactions beyond the helmets was difficult.

That wasn't all.

A single especially large figure, humanoid but enormous, some form of metal construct, lay on the ground cut completely in half. One arm was composed entirely of a blade, the other an enormous version of the tube-weapons held by the armored men.

There was blood on the stones. Dozens more of the armored figures lay dead, stabbed, cut apart, and otherwise killed by some manner of extremely sharp blade.

Beside the doorway lay another fully armored figure. They were clad in white and gold armor with a tattered blue cape, damaged heavily with numerous holes pierced through, two swords piercing their chest and blood covering the front of the armor. Their helmet, reminiscent of that of a knight's, was cracked to reveal an empty, staring blue eye. In their left hand they gripped an impressive sword, white with a gold hilt, even in death.

The moment the red armored mortals recovered from their surprise, they were raising their weaponry.

"Hold your fire!" commanded the man with the horned helmet. "They have the priestess."

The armored figures hesitated for a moment, then lowered their weapons slightly.

"Sir, wasn't there only supposed to be a single knight?"

The soldier asking the question was entirely ignored as the man in the horned helmet stepped forward.

"You're surrounded," he began, "By the authority of the Holy Emperor of Durma, surrender the Flower Priestess at once."

He paused for a moment, as his eyes fell on Alasayana.

"Consorting with a beastkin... Disgusting," he continued, the contempt audible in his voice, "Surrender or die. You have no other options. We will carry out the Holy Emperor's will."

The soldiers raised their weapons once more.

Certainly, gods were diminished, weakened.

But by no means were they helpless.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@JessieTargaryen: That would be fine!