[OOC] Heavens Fall

[Thantos]

Forgot a peace of plot. Valios has been chosen the dark way

[Vortex]

Thanks mate, i appreciate it

5) White Moths summon Valkyries to judge those worthy of the Gods which may enter the temple to receive their prophecies.

@The Grey Dust

I guess im needed here then...?

[The Grey Dust]

Most likely.
You could also enter in anytime after or what not, but you don't seem to have a champion quite yet. I'd suggest asking one of us to make one :P.
I'm almost done with the Blood Champ, he'll be posted later this evening.

There's quite a lot of plot I didn't throw in.
Like the Godess of Souls and Shadows. They are there, but haven't quite acted yet in reference to the major events.
Valios taking the dark path may or may not be crucial but the Darius being chosen by the God of Magic is something of note given that Hawke was another candidate. Hawke then might be chosen as the champion of Secrets which then would give him insights into plot :P

[Vortex]

Valios taking the dark path may or may not be crucial

@The Grey Dust

Huh... Dont recall doing a intro post...

Most likely.
You could also enter in anytime after or what not, but you don't seem to have a champion quite yet. I'd suggest asking one of us to make one :P.

@The Grey Dust

Maybe, I have bit on my plate at the moment with no time for some pesky human wanting my boons.

But... I suppose if one of you want to be my champion then i will oblige

[Vortex]

@Thantos This beastie that is staring at Valios, i assume he is a minion of Darko?

[Thantos]

Oh yes and it is two headed and shares a brain

[Thantos]

@Vortex look on my god he is labeled as the devourer

[The Grey Dust]

Hey Crim, how does this guy look?

A New Challenger Appears!

Sources of Inspiration:

Bloody Inspiration

“All causes shall give way: I am in blood/Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more/ Returning were as tedious as go o'er.” Macbeth 3.4.136-9

Gaze into the sudden realization upon his eyes. Find the guilt of the slaughter and act of carnage absolute gripping his conscience. The warrior knew it was wrong, but the blood upon his lips called to him. The reddest wine flowed as it dripped down his cheek and chin, calling out to him for more. Witness the birth of Bloodlust.

Name: Dyleon of the Crimson Lance.

Also known as: The Bloody Butcher, Redwulf, The Exile

Full (real) Name: Dyleon Flannigan

Age: 37

Appearance(s):

The Crimson Lance

Beneath the Hood

The Form of the Wolf

Personality: Pugnacious and Vicious, animalistic even, Dyleon is considered barbaric and brutal by society. Perhaps this is partly due to his feral-esque werewolf form in which he tears others apart with tooth and nail, ripping limbs off and gorging upon the still living victims earning him his noms-de- guerre. On the battlefield he impales and eviscerates with gory and yet artistic precision. His enemies find his methods of combat disturbingly poetic, beautiful in his human form with his calm and collected appearance betraying the madness of a murderer.

While it is true few have survived long enough to hear him speak his thoughts, Dyleon is a soul so steeped in blood that he believes nothing can regain his lost honor. Thus in acceptance of his fall from Heaven’s grace, does he embrace the carnage and wades through rivers of blood as entire villages are slaughtered in the name of his Goddess. His devotion to her is absolute, giving everything for her and to her, killing in her name so that his life has purpose and meaning beyond the sea of blood left in his wake. This fanatical devotion is what makes him driven, consumed by an unquenchable thirst for blood and battle for his Goddess. Dyleon has given her everything: body, mind and soul. No mortal chains could bind him, no mortal reasoning could persuade him not to kill. Only his Goddess commands him, all others must bleed.

Alignment: Formerly Hal-Reftar. Now Sekaulla.

Morality: There is good and evil, but such concepts are laughable. There is only Honor and it is found in Blood, there is only Devotion and it is found in Sekaulla. Her voice is your beating heart, her form flows through your body. There is a beauty in a bloodbath, and the true artists are the warriors who with their weapons of war paint life and death.

Likes: Blood, bloodshed, conflict, combat, strife, warfare, battle, disembowelment, impalement, dismemberment, bifurcation, gore, decapitation, and exsanguination.

Dislikes: Weakness, cowardice, impotence.

Secrets: His still-beating heart has been torn out from his chest and surrendered to Sekaulla. Thus without a heart of his own, he requires the fresh blood of others to survive. An infusion of blood to replace his own every few hours. A test of true devotion to his Goddess as he sees it, although it does make him an excellent tool for her.

Companion:

Dearg the Bloodseeker

A loyal Companion and ferocious ally, Dyleon’s mount and pack mate, Dearg is a dire wolf whom he had found a kindred spirit with. A being who had accepted his thirst for blood and joined him in the hunt, Dearg is the only mortal he could call friend. For Dearg is his link to his Goddess. Dyleon believes Sekaulla speaks through Dearg, and whether this is completely accurate or not, the man sees his wolf as an extension of her. Thus he is fiercely protective of Dearg who, is fiercely protective of him.

Other: While he has earned his gruesome reputation by killing hundreds with his bare hands whether as a human or werewolf, Dyleon is a practitioner of Blood Magic. He may increase his own physical abilities by channeling the blood to serve him, as he absorbs the blood of others by his skin and would seem to sweat blood from his skin in the heat of battle. Old blood is removed while a fresh infusion is drawn from the fallen or wounded. Wounds from his spear are said to never fully heal as the blood cannot clot while being drawn into Dyleon, and that the spear itself drinks the blood from the wounds it makes, for this reason it is called the Lancet.

[Master Crim]

Hey Crim, how does this guy look?

A New Challenger Appears!

Sources of Inspiration:

Bloody Inspiration

“All causes shall give way: I am in blood/Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more/ Returning were as tedious as go o'er.” Macbeth 3.4.136-9

Gaze into the sudden realization upon his eyes. Find the guilt of the slaughter and act of carnage absolute gripping his conscience. The warrior knew it was wrong, but the blood upon his lips called to him. The reddest wine flowed as it dripped down his cheek and chin, calling out to him for more. Witness the birth of Bloodlust.

Name: Dyleon of the Crimson Lance.

Also known as: The Bloody Butcher, Redwulf, The Exile

Full (real) Name: Dyleon Flannigan

Age: 37

Appearance(s):

The Crimson Lance

Beneath the Hood

The Form of the Wolf

Personality: Pugnacious and Vicious, animalistic even, Dyleon is considered barbaric and brutal by society. Perhaps this is partly due to his feral-esque werewolf form in which he tears others apart with tooth and nail, ripping limbs off and gorging upon the still living victims earning him his noms-de- guerre. On the battlefield he impales and eviscerates with gory and yet artistic precision. His enemies find his methods of combat disturbingly poetic, beautiful in his human form with his calm and collected appearance betraying the madness of a murderer.

While it is true few have survived long enough to hear him speak his thoughts, Dyleon is a soul so steeped in blood that he believes nothing can regain his lost honor. Thus in acceptance of his fall from Heaven’s grace, does he embrace the carnage and wades through rivers of blood as entire villages are slaughtered in the name of his Goddess. His devotion to her is absolute, giving everything for her and to her, killing in her name so that his life has purpose and meaning beyond the sea of blood left in his wake. This fanatical devotion is what makes him driven, consumed by an unquenchable thirst for blood and battle for his Goddess. Dyleon has given her everything: body, mind and soul. No mortal chains could bind him, no mortal reasoning could persuade him not to kill. Only his Goddess commands him, all others must bleed.

Alignment: Formerly Hal-Reftar. Now Sekaulla.

Morality: There is good and evil, but such concepts are laughable. There is only Honor and it is found in Blood, there is only Devotion and it is found in Sekaulla. Her voice is your beating heart, her form flows through your body. There is a beauty in a bloodbath, and the true artists are the warriors who with their weapons of war paint life and death.

Likes: Blood, bloodshed, conflict, combat, strife, warfare, battle, disembowelment, impalement, dismemberment, bifurcation, gore, decapitation, and exsanguination.

Dislikes: Weakness, cowardice, impotence.

Secrets: His still-beating heart has been torn out from his chest and surrendered to Sekaulla. Thus without a heart of his own, he requires the fresh blood of others to survive. An infusion of blood to replace his own every few hours. A test of true devotion to his Goddess as he sees it, although it does make him an excellent tool for her.

Companion:

Dearg the Bloodseeker

A loyal Companion and ferocious ally, Dyleon’s mount and pack mate, Dearg is a dire wolf whom he had found a kindred spirit with. A being who had accepted his thirst for blood and joined him in the hunt, Dearg is the only mortal he could call friend. For Dearg is his link to his Goddess. Dyleon believes Sekaulla speaks through Dearg, and whether this is completely accurate or not, the man sees his wolf as an extension of her. Thus he is fiercely protective of Dearg who, is fiercely protective of him.

Other: While he has earned his gruesome reputation by killing hundreds with his bare hands whether as a human or werewolf, Dyleon is a practitioner of Blood Magic. He may increase his own physical abilities by channeling the blood to serve him, as he absorbs the blood of others by his skin and would seem to sweat blood from his skin in the heat of battle. Old blood is removed while a fresh infusion is drawn from the fallen or wounded. Wounds from his spear are said to never fully heal as the blood cannot clot while being drawn into Dyleon, and that the spear itself drinks the blood from the wounds it makes, for this reason it is called the Lancet.

@The Grey Dust

Looks good to me... With this I should probably also tell everyone that I would like to keep this at a PG-13 to TV14 level on content with a little wiggle room. A preference of mine that I was told by a friend would help to keep a broad-er age group playing.

[KatherinWinter]

lost

[The Grey Dust]

Well then I guess there will be only off screen killing.

[Master Crim]

lost

@KatherinWinter

That makes two of us... things seem to be progressing faster than I can keep up with Hal. I have a plan to kind of set thing on a some what normal path so you can continue with what we had planned.

[KatherinWinter]

@Master Crim
I can?

[Master Crim]

Oops sorry, I forgot to transfer the bit with Hal's interaction with you. That portion of my post is on a document on my laptop, and our Internet is down at the moment. (responding from my phone.) once we have Internet again I will edit and add that in.

[Wraithblade6]

Bah! Hiders. I hate all the hiders. :P Grey.

[Thantos]

@Wraithblade6 now now my goddess of blood. Play nice. *laughs evilly*

[Master Crim]

Darko was allowed once into the Heavens realm, but I will have to inform you that he can no longer enter due to the sentry that was spoken of in Grey's post that cast you out. We should slow down to let the others catch up. I am going to send out some PMs to see if they are still wanting to participate, but until then I will be waiting. Sorry for any inconvenience.

[Thantos]

@The Grey Dustextremely brutal the dust. You would also get darkos attention with that

[The Grey Dust]

Indeed...

A brutal display one's absolute devotion to a blood goddess.
Yes they are killed, but it's not as much the death count that pleases her but the liters of blood spilt.

[Wraithblade6]

Alright. I have been moved by my champion's tribute. I am working on a post. Should be done tomorrow.