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Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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5 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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8 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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8 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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9 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Zeref-Just like the Fairies/Damian Gerard-A Battle for Ages



Zeref watched as the mages around him sprung into action avoid being eviscerated and generally meeting a rather unfortunate end. He choose to occasionally remind the mages of Frenzy Plant, Phoenix Wing and Dragon Fang why he was known as the Black Mage by casting additional spells such as fire, lightning, ice, and other such spells. The number of spells at his disposal was staggering. Damian found himself on the defensive, swapping from his new Ares Blade to the Hercules Blade, the sword-spear slashing through most spells thrown his way. Zeref, however, started moving towards Time Lord again, magic flickering on his finger tips. "This time there won't be a foolish mage to save you. Time manipulation is trouble for me and I can't afford to be sealed again."

However, as he raised his hand to blast his target with an as yet unnamed spell, he felt a spear forcefully change direction and target. His spell turned to maintaining direction as he flicked his wrist, jerking the dark spear Phlegethon had redirected from it's collision with the Dragon towards the sword wielding mage who had protected the time mage earlier. Damian had barely enough time to register it before diving to the right to avoid it, sliding across the ground. The hell did I land in the middle of?!

As Zeref turned back towards Time Lord again, another figure appeared, cloaked in darkness and wearing a white mask bashed it's way towards him with large, shadowy claws. "Don't waste your time." He formed a hand of shadow himself, grabbing the charging figure and flung it into Ferrin, knocking them both back. As he attempted again to target Time Lord, what he hoped was for the last time, a familiar magic permeated the area and for the first time, real panic crossed his face. "Mavis?! NO!" Even as he summoned a black tinged fireball to his hand to fling at her, the solar flame enhanced poison drill slammed into him, knocking him back against the ice that had appeared shortly after. Next came the burning blue flames, crashing into him and pushing him further into the ice as Jasmine's Dragon Slayer Secret Art hit. And while it did nothing to him specifically, the ice around him began to melt rapidly.

"Damned insects! I'll see you des-" And then Fairy Law hit, shattering the ice wall and sending every one scrambling again to avoid being impaled as smaller shards rained down for several minutes. For a moment, all was silent after the last of the ice impacted the ground and then the dragons all roared. However, as the mages watched, they seemed to start shrinking as Zeref stumbled out of the dust cloud. "No...no, no, no! This can't be happening!" Damian watched in awe as the dragons changed as they shrank, turning from the ferocious beasts that had mere minutes before been trying to kill, and/or eat, them to six figures who stood in magic history as both some of the most famous and infamous mages alive.

"It...it can't be." Zeref's dark magic dispelled and set the six on the ground before the group and in front of Zeref, Natsu Dragneel, Gajeel Redfox, Wendy Marvell, Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, and Erik Cobra, the six slayers who had been forced to turn on their comrades.

Natsu wasted no time, flames enveloping his fist as he steps towards Zeref. "You made us dragons and forced us under your control. It's payback time." The flames grew larger as he stepped towards the Black Mage and pulled his arms back, a familiar stance appearing. "Dragon Slayer Secret Arts: Crimson Lotus: Exploding Flame Blade!" The spell impacted Zeref as he grunted in surpise, but in the resulting explosion, no one was sure what happened to the Black Mage. He vanished, with no one sure what Natsu's spell had done to him, except maybe a free trip into the ozone layer.

Justice served, the six turned to the members of the various guilds and looked them over. Natus, Wendy and Gajeel looked for Fairy Tail guild marks before accepting there were none. It was Wendy, however, who asked the dreaded question. "How long has it been? And where's our guild?" Erik, Sting and Rogue stood off to one side, wanting answers as well but letting the Sky Dragon Slayer handle it.
Elias sighs and shakes his head. "Yeah, polish my armor. Totally on my to do list after fighting a bunch of spineless security guards." The next half hour passed in relative silence. Tyrell, however, would feel the ship drop out of hyperspace with little warning and a female voice echo over the intercoms. "Incoming ship, identify yourself ra cuyir shot daab. Gar ganar ta'raysh seconds." Elias, who'd been lounging in the cockpit going over a couple of mods for his pistols shot up and answered, sweating slightly at the overtly hostile warning.

"Ibic is haar Nightingale Eclipse, ID 482302. I'm a member of Clan Ordo, coming in to restock after a hunt." He glances backwards towards where Tyrell is before sighing. "And I come bearing a passanger who is not of a Mandalorian Clan. He'll behave, I promise."

There's silence for a moment before her voice comes back. "They better, Elias. The elders are already wary of you as it is." The signal cuts and Elias sighs before getting onto the intercom. "Alright, Tyrell, we've begun our decent to my resupply point. Need ya to come to the cockpit."
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Thanks for info, @Bea, as you can probably tell I'm not a part of the Discord group XD

So what's the plan? Is the RP going to be posted here or on Discord for the most part?


It's coming to the forums, the Discord is just a touch more convenient for announcements and the like. Plus I would hazard a guess most people interested in this are in there so yeah.
"Normally I would, but we need to make a stop off to resupply. That Shadowport," Elias stands and stretches, his back popping a couple of times, "was a way stop, needed to get a decent drink and play a round of Sabacc with someone other than M8 here. It was really just fortunate timing for you that I hadn't left sooner." There's more beeping over at the Mandalorian from the astromech before Elias sighs. "Though we've got about another half hour, so why not go ahead and share?"
Elias picked up the green Kyber crystal and looked it over, turning it in the light. It wasn't a secret that in the right market, this crystal would, indeed, fetch a fair price. However, Elias wasn't one to take a sentimental memento, even if it was offered in payment. He set it down and slid it back to Tyrell. "No deal, Tyrell. Working as a Mandalorian might have changed me a lot, but you know me better than that. Let's settle for I get whatever rarities your former First Mate was had stashed away and call it good." The astromech beeped at him as he headed over to a hidden compartment to get a drink.

"Then transmit our confirmation ahead of us. Come on, M8, we do this the same way every time."
To help a Spider


Wrath finished his opponent, slicing the last of the zombified demons in front of into pieces with the Wrath Dealers' blades before turning to face the massive abomination. After a moment's consideration, he flicks the blades back into their "closed" position and draws the Rage Bringer, the large great sword resting on his shoulders. Focusing his energy for a moment, the Nephilim slams the tip of his sword into the ground and opening a chasm under the abomination in an effort to try and slow it down. Following that, he would approach the monster at a run and bring the great sword around to try and take off an arm. "Back to hell with you!"
Elias didn't respond at first, opting instead to head over to the small armory and begin removing his armor while his astromech rolled out of the cockpit, it's targeting computer highlighting the more obvious weaknesses on the pirate. While Elias didn't think that Tyrell would turn on him on his own ship, the Mandalorian had learned a long time ago that blind trust would get you shot and left for dead, if not outright killed. It was only after he was done and he'd reholstered his blasters on his person that he joined the man at the central table. "Well, suppose that's a job offer then, if a bit of a round about one." He held up his hand when Tyrell opened his mouth to protest. "I told you, I repay my debts, but I don't ever work for free, no matter the circumstances. That's especially true with the Empire crackin' down on everywhere I've been to try and take a load off. So, because I'm fulfilling that favor, I'll only charge half my usual rate and I'll handle munitions on my own this time. Deal?"
This is true, but timing is also everything.

Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Northrend-Valiance Keep, Borean Tundra
Tagging: @DracoLunaris@ONL@Holy Soldier@Wxer




After Darion and Vent left, the group had a chance to look around and realized that the people, primarily the soldiers, hustling about them weren't all human. Some could be recognized as Dwarves and Gnomes, industrious members of the Alliance who specialized in forge mastery and technology respectively. Most of the Gnomes all manned some kind of, for the setting they were in, advanced contraption. The Dwarves were seen running around in mail and cloaks with rifles as well as heavy armor with weapons ranging from swords and shields to heavy hammers.

Two blue skinned races walked amongst the others, on with hooves and digitigrade legs, wearing ornate armor and carrying either bows or crystalline hammers while the other carried swords and bows and daggers. While they gawked however, a human male in silver armor with a large hammer on his back, medium length brown hair and a brown beard and mustache approach them. "You're the ones that came in with Highlord Darion, right? Well get moving, we have a war to win! Go get your gold so you can get your supplies! Hurry it up, on the double!"

However, as the group is rushed in Vent's direction, one of them notices something strange occur on the ship floating in the water as a robed and hooded individual vanished into the hold. Something definitely wasn't right, though no one seemed to notice.

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩: 𝙒𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜


Post Order: Rubick, Cole Phelps, Blue, Constantina, Vent
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