Dezuel

𝔊𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬'𝔰 ℌ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰 (ℭ𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡)

I would like to show my interest in this roleplay, I'll see about providing a character sheet for this soon enough :)

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

Paladiceum (May still be WIP)

Name: Andorheim Paladiceum

Sobriquets: Lord of Change, Usurper King, Phoenix of purification, Angelbane, Demonheart, Master Hellblitz, Soul Heir, Great opener of doors and The layer slayer.

Appearance:

God!

Aspect: CHANGE, to change the people, the worlds and everything else. For better or worse, change is inevitable but not always is it good or evil all by itself. None is completely immune to it, not even him. Nothing is bound to be eternal.

World: A Victorian era looking world hitting the industrial revolution, oh and with magic and monsters. Think of the game Arcanum but a little more hightech.

Race: Human, but now infused with demonic and angelic power. He is still a human by nature, thus angelic or demonic weapons won't be extra effective against him. While one meant to slay humans however would be.

Legacy: Andorheim began his mortal life as an apprentice to a famous monster hunter, learning the way of weapons, fighting, alchemy but also about his own world and the people suffering within it. His path would eventually see him part ways from his mentor when he was slain by a demon which had escaped from the hells, Andorheim soon after launched an expedition of hunters led by himself to track down and destroy said demon. And when he did he seized the demon's belongings, which would change his life forever. Among the demon's weapons were a sword capable of draining the power and souls of those slain by it adding their powers to his own while keeping their souls locked away. The demon had been a remnant of an old war between the heavens and the hells, hiding and feasting upon the world for ages. But now his body was destroyed, his powers given to a human and his soul locked into the blade he ironically had wielded himself. Andorheim found his newfound power not a curse but a boon, and amidst the demon's powers were the key to open the doors of the very hells themselves, but it was a one-way ticket and once within the key couldn't be used to return back outside. Having finally made up his mind, Andorheim and a select few decided to brave the very hells themselves, entering the abyssal gate and stepping into the first layer. Battling their way through the weakest of the demon hordes that made the layer their home. Andorheim and his party of chosen managed to reach the throne of the one ruling the first layer, a demoness of lust. She twisted several of Andorheim's followers before finally meeting her end at his blade, the demoness had unsuccessfully attempted to seduce him. Little did she know the man had become resistant to most manner of poisons, sedatives and pheromones from his time as an alchemist under his late mentor.

As soon as he had defeated and absorbed her power, an low ranking angel had found itself sent down to inspect what had happened. The angel congratulated him on his bravery and virtue, but also warned him about proceeding further as the hells held many powerful demons and that other angels were now following his progress with watchful eyes. The angel offered safe passage out of the hells for Andorheim and his followers, Andorheim wanted to continue along the way but urged his companions to take the angel's offer to leave. After having witnessed some fall along the way or becomes twisted by the fallen demoness, he wanted no more of them to fall.

The demoness' power was that of influencing the minds of others, this would come to great use for the young man through his travel through the hells. Enslaving demons to follow his whim and make use of the remnants of the demoness of lust's army on his way to the layer beneath. There on the second layer sat a lord of gluttony and eagerly awaited him, having felt the death of his fellow demon moments earlier. The lord of gluttony came with an offer, for fear that he would be the next in line to fall to the human's blade and demon army. Andorheim found himself exploiting the lord of gluttony's weakness and fear to further bolster his demon army but also making a deal with the demon. That he would hand over his demonic weapons over to him, and in return the lord of gluttony would rule all layers of the hells on his own. The lord of glutton, overjoyed in the idea of consuming more of the hells with his evergrowing hunger for more things found himself a deal. For there was all to gain in his eyes, and nothing to lose. For he also feared that his eternal life might be ended had he chosen otherwise. Thus the human proceeded deeper into the hells, now bolstered by demonic lietenants and items which he absorbed the powers from, rendering them nothing more than mundane tools. Ofcourse there were weapons that were dangerous to him aswell, and they were instead destroyed.

The third layer of the hells were inhabited by the lord of greed, who had throughout the ages harvested powerful hellish weapons and artifacts, from both the hells and the old war against the heavens when the elder god went quiet, before the seal was put in place by one of the highest ranking angels to keep the demons at bay. The lord of greed's eyes shone with malice and he licked his lips upon seeing the human walk into his domain with so much power and tools at his disposal. He thought he could add this human and his belongings to his grand treasury, but it was but a ploy, for he planned treasury of a different kind. Unaware was he however, that the human with his demonic army had no intent to bargain with him nor be stopped. The lord of greed found himself grasping yet again, but for the last time. He was grasping for his life, his immortal soul as it was ripped from his very core and imbedded into the newly made prison of souls that the human had made for them all, in the shape of a crystal orb. Within it they were all swirling, trapped and with no body to return to, no afterlife with pain nor anything else. An emptiness where one could see nothing, feel nothing, think nothing. Andorheim had in the first layers of the hells discarded most of the enhancements of his weapons and armor, instead absorbing them into his own repertoire of powers. The lord of greed's treasury was emptied, as if he had merely drank it like a glass of water.

In the lower layers of the hells, the demon were beginning to worry for their eternal powers. The next layer to tread upon were the realms belonging to the lord of sloth, who offered no resistance to the human passing by, even clearing a path fown into the deeper layers of hell for him. The human, if he could have still been considered as such felt no need any longer to breathe, to eat, to drink. His newly attained powers have nullified any such need, his body felt stronger as if it had become ageless the moment he had absorbed the first demon.

As the next layer came, past the realm of the lord of sloth he was greeted by the lord of pride, who had heard of his advancement into the hells and now had left the deepest layer of the hells to put an end to this troublemaker permanently. It was pride that led him forwards, and it was pride that prevented him of seeing clearly. The usurper king struck him down in a fierce manner which sent tremors all across the world of demons and angels both. Once more the hell walker's power increased, this drove the remaining demon lords, which were consumed with envy of his ability and wrath over the destruction he had inflicted to the very hells themselves.

The lord of envy and wrath fought the demonslayer, but even with their combined might they fell prey to the powers, which had originally belonged to the demoness of lust and the demon of greed, causing them to turn on each other in the most crucial of moments. Making them easy pickings for the demonbane. Triumphantly he rose from the bottom layers of the hells, after destroying all the demons under his command using the immense power of the lords of wrath and pride. As he ventured forth, one angel, which had watched the human's venture into the hells could no longer remain passive, for the human had become too much of a threat and was now not only a threat to the hells themselves but also to the heavens.

Beaming with light and the grace of the heavens, the angel appeared before him and made his intent clear. The angel whilst being one of the most powerful of the heavens, commanded for his bravery, honor and grand powers found himself face to face with something he couldn't fathom, not even during the old war had anyone been able to withstand him. But now he felt his own existance fading, as the hand of the once human found itself around his throat and draining his very essence out of him, and hurling his soul into the mix of the demons. The once human now possessed both the powers of hell and heaven alike, and by defeating the angel he had been given not only the key out of the hells, but the key to the very heavens themselves. Yet on his way out of the top layers, the remaining two demonlords, now bolstered by the seemingly ease of teaming up on a weary warrior, and their own chance at seizing the key to the very heavens themselves struck out breaking their own words and they paid for it in angelic holy lights. As the newly aqquired angels powers were unleashed with the wrath and pride of a lord of hell, unrelenting and mercilessly destroying them outright and their powers were drained, their souls seized and locked away in that orb of swirling souls.

Andorheim soon after left the hells, after setting free the souls lost within it, instead sending them all, fallen angels, demons, wrongdoers into the orb of souls. Andorheim was no longer a human, nor was he a demon or angel in the flesh. He was little short of a god.

And from the heavens the angels watched with a mixture of fear and worry, that they would be the next. Andorheim returned to his mortal companions and made it known throughout the world that the hells and it's demons were no more, the monsters roaming the world went into hiding, fearing to step out into the sun.

The angels would eventually grow more and more fearful as some of Andoreim's power has been parted to his companions which now were on par with low ranking angels themselves. Thus it was decided that the very heavens would launch a massive attack upon the world, to kill the usurper king and his companions. Their assault was swift and the companions of Andorheim fell prey to their attack, but despite their superior numbers they didn't stand a chance against the rising new god which obliterated the entire force that it sent tremors to the very gates of the heavens. Soon after the usurper king stood before the gates of heaven itself and he cleft the gates in twain before entering, killing any angel bold enough to try to stop him, but not giving chase after those which didn't raise arms against him. Not even as he plunged his hand and sword into the most holy of things of the heavens, which would open up the innermost parts of the heavens where only gods could tread.

Might: Andorheim as a mortal began his rise in power as an apprentice to a famed monster hunter, learning the ways of survival in the wilderness, fighting, herbalism, alchemy and many other useful skills which such work would require. It was only after avenging his mentor and slaying a demon that he received a massive boost to it. He ceased to age, no longer requiring sustenence or sleep. The demon which he slain, passed along it's trinkets to him. Which he saw to great use, ultimately allowing him the ability to absorb the powers of others and even catching their souls before locking them away in a crystalline orb. During his descent through the hells and his ascension to the heavens, he obtained many other powers which has more or less rendered him unassailable by certain things or capable of vast devastation.

- Mortal survival skills: Knowledge of his world, creatures, poisons, herbalism, alchemy.
- Swordsplay (Mortal/Demonic/Angelic) Gradually rose to immense degrees during his rise to power, from a mortal man to something akin to a god. His style of fighting with a blade is normally in one hand and resembling chinese swordplay mixed with chinese opera dancing.
- Ability to absorb the power from a weak or dying foe, or from an item. (Demonic power)
- Ability to absorb the memories of a foe he touches if he so desires (Demonic power)
- Capable of pulling the souls of humans, monsters, demons and angels into a crystalline orb (A demonic item, use of demonic power)
- Regenerate his own bodyparts (Demonic power)
- Degenerate (Demonic power)(By wounding someone in melee he may infect them with a degenerative virus which tears at their flesh, if they have such. Making their ability to regenerate a problem unless they cut off the afflicted part)
- Mental fortress (Demonic and angelic) This renders him immune to any mind influencing powers. Including friendly effects. Thus making telepathy with him impossible.
- Divine body (Demonic and angelic) (Taken by all the demon lords he's absorbed, but also the angels). Making him tough and strong physically. Also further reinforcing his natural mortal resistances to poisons, venoms, diseases and so forth to the effect that neither does anything to him.
- Destructive energy (Demonic and angelic) Can combined the wrath of a lord of hell, with demonic or angelic power for devastating blasts of energy.
- Cleanse and heal (Angelic) Having defeated and absorbed several powerful angels have given him access to their abilities to heal and cleanse things of various taints
- Teleportation (Angelic) The ability to reappear anywhere he desires to be as long as he has seen the place.
- Flight (Demonic and Angelic) Can hover and fly at high speeds.
- Pheromone cloud (Demonic) May afflict those of weaker minds with pheromones which make them dizzy, aroused or intoxicated. If he choses to use this power that is.
- Highly resistant to elemental damage (Demonic and angelic) From absorbing demon lords and angels of various elemental nature he is barely affected by such things anymore.
- Carries a strong sword with him (Jian sword), but aside from it being tough to break and being sharp there is nothing extraordinary in terms of effects of it.
- Soul orb (an item he uses as a prison for defeated foes which he deemed to be evil, they would however be freed upon the orb's destruction. But they would still lack a body to return to.)

Path: Andorheim intends to create his own pantheon, with himself as the head god. He seeks to liberate the world and all worlds of what he deems to be evil, including any would be gods standing in his path. He desires to create order, as a means of control. But letting the mortals live their own lives unaffected by what goes on in the godly realms. He abhors unnecessary cruelty and beings which are indifferent to events, or those which impersonate evil.

May still do some minor adjustments, most likely filling out more about his home world etc.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

I think I would agree with Dark Cloud on this one. Also my sheet is late, I am just trying to make it a better read and less of a cluster. Just gotta fill out some last details, such as the Might section and add some smaller notes of the world and the aspect. But got most of the things nailed down.

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

Gonna have mine finished today. :)

The New Gods: Kings of the Multiverse

I am interested in joining this, will see about making a character sheet as soon as I got a default sheet to sort of compare with. :)

Avalia

Elthrael Vol'Kerno

The port, during the night.

The moth had allowed the winds to carry him into the air, away from the park, away from the demi-bat and into more housed areas of the port. He slowly descended and landed on a roof which was overlooking one of the many streets within the port. Not long after he had landed he heard a horn, someone was rallying the militia or arranging a meeting? To him it could be many things, a warning call or perhaps even a trap. Yet to not inspect it from afar would be folly. It was then he saw a blonde elf make his way out of what seemed to be the local centre of healing, making his way towards the direction of the sound.

'Well aren't you fancy in your attire... too fancy for a port such as this no doubt.' The fairy thought as a smirk crawled up unto his lips and he jumped off the roof and landed softly on the ground below, as if he had indeed been about as light as a feather, his wings opening briefly to dampen the fall. The moth winged fairy then began to walk calmly forwards, travelling on ground this time. The healers and patients within the healing centre may have noticed a dark shape slide past the windows, a pair of golden orbs staring into the centre itself before the dark shape continued along it's way. Further into the direction of where the elf had gone were some white creature with a long tail, some other person had moments before left something by her. Elthrael kept the same pace, calmly observing his surroundings and approaching the creature. An apple. It had been given half an apple.

'My my, what have we here? What manner of being is this?' His eyes scanned over Myra, she seemed unlike anything he had ever seen before, were she a vagrant or someone's pet? Is that why the other person fed her half an apple?

'Pity is it? Not to one such as I.' He made a soft exhale, reaching out with one of his hands and creating a small vine quickly, which shot out right towards the apple. Soon he allowed his magic to channel through the vine and make the apple grow into a complete one. The vine soon detached from the apple after his work was done and he gave the strange looking creature a slight smile.

"Who or what manner of thing are you?" The dark winged fairy asked, allowing one of his hands to rest at his waist as his golden eyes searched for Myra's gaze. "You are... beautiful." He said in a softer tone, his lips forming a smile with his cornerteeth still visible. "Something you are looking for? Perhaps I can help you..."

Mentions: @13org

Avalia

Terneus Andros

River Fairy Kingdom-> To infinity and beyond

Mentions:@Tae, @Funnyguy, @Potter and @princess

The governor had allowed one of his most noble eyebrows to lift in a reaction to hearing the odd looking fairy speak his name in a dramatic fashion. It was appealing to him that someone found excitement in hearing his refined and beautiful name, but also provided the appropriate title. Even if it came from a creature of obvious lesser standing than himself.

"Mmm.. yes.." He allowed himself a self-appreciative thought, perhaps more than one. But the fairy did speak the truth, he was indeed the finest and most handsome of all the elven lords. Come to think of it, there were not many elven lords remaining. He had made sure to eliminate the opposition shortly after the lich seized the throne. But he couldn't remember all of them, for it was true hardships that he had to go through removing those which could have posed a threat to his position of power and wealth. If Aklenroth couldn't be removed from the throne, then the best course of action was to make the most out of it. Taking things from those which didn't deserve their things.

"I appreciate the hospitality, if all places were as welcoming to one of my stature perhaps this world would be a far brighter place." He mused in an even more self-appreciative tone, as if indeed he was eating the most delicious of meals, or had the finest wine to drink. But then the fairy before him had called himself a king? A great king even? Helio? Oh right. He remembered what Halma said moments before, this was a remnant of that foolish fairy kingdom. Perhaps the fairy had taken too many blows to the head that he was living in the past? But it was far below the noble governor to further look down on creatures with obvious mental challenges. After all, everyone couldn't be on par with his brilliance and charm to boot. He felt a rush of further pleasure the more he thought about his mercy in not outright putting the creature out of it's miserable existance right there. And why was there a bird person present? Perhaps it was a pet? And a demon? Likely one of the king's messenger boys.

"I am a very busy man, but I assure you I am full of vigor despite my refined age, I shall have to make graceful haste elsewhere. You have the appreciation of an elven lord, Hedio Mirina." He addressed Helio before setting his eyes on Azriel which seemed to have the audacity to address his magnificence and with a revolting grin on her face. There also seemed to had been some other beast inside of a nearby cage, but what creatures others kept as pets were none of his concern.

"I am fully certain that you would indeed be happy to offer up your primal beastly services for one of my standing, much like these horses that pull my carriage, overgrown pigeon. But I have the carriage to take with me and three servants, and you do not seem capable of carrying all of that. I mean look at you, it's a wonder you can even carry your own weight." The governor stroked the ruffles of his shirt with one of his hands as gracefully as he could while condescendingly looking over the demi-human, before setting his sights on Umber.

"You there... thrall. You will report back to the king immediately that I require emergency powers to suppress this rebellion buisness right away. Tell his majesty that I highly recommend appying a purging process to Roshmi. They are little more than beasts, if they have gone rabid it's merciful for beings such as I, of greater worth and wisdom to put them out of their miserable existance. Take it from someone whose done his fair share of making the world a better place. Mm. Just look at the smaller villages, they are now pure of any... beastly creatures. Years of hard work given fruit." The elf allowed some more prideful thoughts to reach his mind, his mind was indeed his. Full of himself, by himself and for himself. What else could possibly contend with his magnificence?

"But I have dallied long enough here, I shall have to bid my farewell for now. Do no worry, you shall likely gaze upon my gracious visage again very soon. Try to keep things tidy here for his majesty, Hevio Miania." The elven governor gave a noble nod in Helio's direction, before continuing along his way with his carriage and servants shortly behind him.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Galdin Frayheart

Mentions: Xing @PandaBrady

"Pleased to meet you, young miss Xing. Do forgive me for not realizing you came from a line of combatants. I would have thought I had plenty of experience in being able to tell who are capable fighters and who are not." He said in a sort of self-reflective manner, as if he spoke to himself rather than Xing.

"I suppose I do have plenty more things to learn about this world of ours. Despite my many years. 20 to be in fact." He added and looked Xing over yet another time, scanning her body over this time and disregarding the outfit that was certainly foreign to him. He hadn't been able to see her capabilities as an unarmed combatant before, was it because of the cake having distracted him? The area being new? The sounds of people all around? He discreetly enhanced his vision to focus in on her.

'My first impression was wrong? This just won't do. She clearly knows how to defend herself, you don't get a shape like that from nowhere. With enough physical exercise you can achieve great heights, even higher if you got a strong will. Perhaps I should test her martial prowess later...' The noble pondered on the young martial artist before him, having realized that she was most certainly what she claimed to be. Yet despite that, it was her personality and reactions that was the hardest thing to deal with. He tried to hide his smile for as long as he could, but ultimately had to put one of his hands in front of his own mouth discreetly to halt his snicker as he thought of the the young woman's defense from his accusation that she were a kid.

"My appologies, I just thought you seemed very youthful that's all, not that you were lacking in anything. Ahh but marriage and a fiancée?" He repeated the words, making sure that he indeed heard the words correctly. Despite his ability to adjust the levels of his hearing, he couldn't be a hundred percent certain, with all the chatter around the pair. Also it appeared to him that Xing was embarassed about something, as she had blushed and crossed her arms. Clearly there was something which was making her abit uneasy. After a brief moment of consideration he addressed the issue directly. After all, a full frontal attack was often the best option to deal with many issues. Right?

"Do not appologize, it's allright to be abit immature if you are youthful and enamored. And I remind you of your fiancée? Physically? Is that why your face grew abit red just now?" The young noble asked as if it had been just about any other question that one would ask, there was no use walking around the subject. It would likely also save them both valuable time to not complicate matters further. He swung his hair briefly in the wind, and twirled a lock of his hair. "Not in the weird way huh? What weird way? Do you mean to say that you have fallen for me, little lady?" He tapped his own chin in a ponderous manner as he said the line aloud, a slight smile forming on his lips which showed clear amusement.

"A similar air..." Galdin soon after said, wondering what that could imply to. Was it the way he carried himself? His way of attire? His mannerism? His face? Had he some lost relative around resembling him?

"Come then. Introduce me to this fiancée of yours, provided he isn't out-of-town so to speak? In which case, I shall keep you company for a walk if you so wish. You are an adult righ? So I am certain you can make up your mind about such things. Unless my resemblence to your fiancée is too much for you?" The young noble rose up from his seating and offered out his right arm to Xing, in case she wanted to hold unto it. Wasn't that how nobles took walks anyways? It certainly looked far more refined than simply walking side by side. It was also unbecoming of him to leave a conversation partner without offering them a chance to join him.

Avalia

Carneylus Creznek VS Elthrael Vol'Kerno

The plea from the demi-human child had reached Carneylus ears, for a moment he felt hesitation, it was wrong to fight in front of children. But at the same time it was wrong to leave bullies to continue on their way. Justice demanded that this mothwinged fairy would have to be taught a lesson. The pixie whilst certainly not impressive in physical strength did not deserve to be poorly treated by anyone, for she had caused them no harm. Or so he thought. It didn't take him long before he spread out his batlike wings and gave two big flaps from the ground, hurling himself into the air with his saber in hand, flying upwards towards the fairy slightly located above him. "Justice is on my side!" He swung the blade through the air smoothly, not as fast as the fairy but more forcefully and with such precision, as if he knew exactly where the fairy would be the moment he got close.

Elthrael grinned on seeing his nightly adversary take flight to greet him. 'Such audacity. Allow me to teach you what makes us different...' He thought before opening his mouth to retort to the man. "Hah! Do you even know the meaning of the word?!" The moth fairy mocked as he air-dashed out of the path for the sword, which seemed to almost cut the very air itself with it's force. That and a chunk of his white hair that was trailing slightly behind him. The fairy made an attack of his own, as he flew straight past him, aiming to stab the bat-man with his jian sword. The blade met flesh. The scent of blood filled the air. The bat-man had been struck. First blood had been drawn. Carneylus eyes narrowed and his teeth were gritting, as his free hand had found itself grabbing hold of the sharp edge of the jian sword, keeping it firmly in place from piercing his chest.

"Rarghh!" He exclaimed in pain and in a display of force as he lifted his saber and made a cutting motion towards the fairy's swordhand, aiming for his wrist. "Hnnf!" Elthrael quickly allowed his hand to slip from his swordgrip as he propelled himself backwards out of reach for Carneylus sword, his moth wings quickly fluttering.

Their eyes met again, one dark as the very night, the other blazing like the sun. Carneylus then threw the fairy's sword back towards him, as if he was tossing any other object. There was after all no honor in striking an opponent who was unarmed while he was himself.

"You abandon your sword so easily when it is your lifeline." Carneylus said as a matter of fact, with some hint of surprise and disappointment.

"A man who relies on a single fang, will eventually break it one day." Elthrael said with a slight grin, as he moved his left hand behind his owm back as good as he could with his wings fluttering.

The bat-man frowned at the comparison of a sword with a fang. He had fangs of his own, but this fairy seemed to regard his own weapon as nothing more than a toy of some kind. It angered him. He didn't take fighting seriously? Was he toying with him? This man was looking down not only on that pixie... but him aswell? Elthrael could hear his mentor's words in his head the moment Carneylus had tossed the sword. 'Don't lower your guard!' A line he had heard plenty of, a line he remembered well. Yet his opponent showed no sign of pressing an attack upon launching the sword. The moth fairy grabbed his sword as it flew through the air, making a slight swing in the air with it to rid it of the bat-blood still covering it.

"Now we continue... try to hold on better next time! I don't want to beat a fairy without a weapon!" Carneylus made a few flaps into the air with his wings to hurl himself towards Elthrael again. The darkwinged fairy remained put this time around waiting for Carneylus to get closer, the much larger wings of the batman almost seeming to envelop him in it's shadow, provided by the very moon itself which shone down upon them.

'What is he playing at? Does he want me to strike him down? Fight me!' Carneylus lamented in his mind as he realized the moth fairy had not made any show of movement in his pose or swordstance. But then he saw it, the moth fairy was moving it's left hand from it's back. Had he retrieved an item of some kind? Carneylus blinked as he saw some form of plantlike thing enveloping the fairy's other wrist, it was bright green and almost seemed to glow abit in the dark. As if it was filled with some illuminating liquid. A shot of bright green liquid shot out from the plant and towards Carneylus who stopped midair to raise his sword, causing some of the liquid being shot to avoid hitting him, but the remainder of it splashing him across the face.

"Ahh! Coward!" Carneylus yelled out, covering himself momentarily with his leathery wings as painful stinging began to spread across his face, he brought up his bleeding hand to attempt to wipe it away from his face as good as he could while bracing himself for the fairy's next move.

"Coward? Not at all! This is how a true warrior do battle! With all his fangs at his disposal! Your sense of some kind of honor is making you weak." Elthrael smirked as he remained afloat from where he were, allowing the plantlike thing to fall off his wrist. Carneylus left eye was stinging and the entire left side of his face seemed to be sharing in it's pain, he however resumed to flap his leathery wings, gritting his teeth at his opponent which was openly mocking him and calling him weak.

"You think I am weak? Is that it?!" He called out to the moth, but he needed no further words from the fairy. It was clear as day to him, the fairy thought he was weak. Not because of his swordplay but because of how he were as a person. A man of honor, a man of justice and a man of virtues. Memories came back to him, as if they were all swarming on him like a swarm of bees. How all the elves had treated him and those like him in his old village, how people like them always looked down on others. This fairy was no different from them, he would pick on the weak because he was strong. For a moment Carneylus felt his face go grim. No more playing games. His eyes began to flare up in a slight hue of red and he opened his mouth, showing his elongated teeth as he began to lose himself. Rage. Unbridled suppressed rage. It burst.

It was with a roar that the demi-human spread his wings wide and his entire body seemed to tense up and grow more veiny, his gaze filled ywith bloodlust as he focused in on the fairy ahead of him. Elthrael tilted his head slightly to the side on seeing the spectacle before him, was this some form of transforming demi-human hybrid? No. This man was holding back before. Upon realizing this the fairy quickly raised his left hand and quickly created large vines which shot out towards the bat-man, gradually slithering over his body, but the large leathery wings remained unhindered. Then came a roar and the bat-man tore himself free from the vines with sheer strength, even reaching out to grab the main vine in order to try pull the fairy closer. But the moth fairy would have none of it, he let go swiftly before dashing through the air. The much larger bat-man chasing him through the air, they dove downwards towards a park.

"Have you gone bat-shit insane on me?!" Elthrael yelled mockingly back to the man chasing him through the air.

"I am not weak! I will be strong for those I must protect! Raaaagghhhh!" Carneylus swung his saber with sheer force towards the fairy, which had landed on a wooden pillar, one of the many within the park, keeping the lanterns hanging by them.

'Berserk!' Elthrael's voice echoed in his own head, he had seen these kinds before. But he had only seen them in feral beasts and orcs before. The fairy pressed his feet against the wooden pillar he had landed upon, and hurled himself through the air with a backflip. Carneylus saber cut into the wooden post, severing it by the sheer force itself cauring the top of it to fall down. His blade was a tough one to be able to do such a thing, but the demi-human would have immense strength to do such a feat. Carneylus eyes darted quickly after his opponent which had yet again evaded his blade, he felt how his emotions were overpowering him, only the stinging in his face and hand was feeling real.

It didn't take long for the fairy to land on the ground, and when he did he landed he quickly knelt down to place his hands at the ground itself. The demi-human was not far behind, he dove down with an overhand swing of his blade, as a storm of thorny vines shot out from the ground below to envelop his body, yet his blade still managed to slice them through moments after, forcing the fairy to roll to the side to avoid becoming split in twain.

"Rabid hound! A man whose wielded by his weapon is no warrior at all!" Elthrael taunted as he felt a strong gust of wind blowing towards him, causing his footing to loosen, his hair began blowing backwards and his coat flickering in the strong wind. The large batlike wings was flapping with such muscular force that it was difficult for the fairy to remain grounded, and thus he allowed himself to simply fly up into the air by the current.

"By the elder elves! A fight!" A man in the park yelled out in surprise and worry, soon followed another voice of a woman exclaiming her fears. Elthrael payed them no mind, they were beholders nothing more. People who watched, unlike people like himself who were people of action. But it was these voices that brought the demi-human out of his rage and he blinked quickly, looking at his own hands and how they were trembling, he could feel his own power and the adrenaline pumping through him from the fighting. But also from his slight injuries.

"I.." He started, throwing glances to the people around which gazed upon him as if he were a monster. These were people he was supposed to protect, to look after to take care of. Innocent bystanders which had now been drawn into his quest for justice. He could feel his body suddenly losing it's strength, he felt weaker and weaker. Even weaker than he were before. What had caused it? Had he pushed himself too far? Not a chance... he hadn't fought that long? Or had he?

"My my, it seems that you are not in the best judgement... bat-man." Elthrael said in an amused manner, but slightly panting from his very urgent descent out of harms way, which would be more ascent up into the air.

"But then again.. how could you be after I poisoned you." He chuckled softly, sheathing his blade midair. Still aware however that at any moment, the man below could potentially leap up towards him again.

"Ughm... Don't underestimate people you know nothing about! Everything only has one life and that's why no life is worth more than the other! So treat others with respect even if they are your enemies!" Carneylus yelled out towards the fairy above which gazed down on him as if he was standing at the gates of the gods themselves. The fairy's eyes scanned the man below, this man had proven to be stronger than he first appeared to be. Yet what was it that drove him to withhold such anger? He didn't know.. But there was respect now. Not for his way of fighting, but for his belief.

"You've made your point, as I believe I have made mine. Yet you ought to embrace your nature, not flee from it....You are the coward here! Hah..hah..hah.." The moth fairy placed a hand at his waist, hovering in the air as he did. Slowly distancing himself from the other man.

"My nature...?" It was true, he was indeed suppressing his anger, his rage, his sorrow... he was suppressing it all, but it was because of being able to do so that he had been able to focus and let those things be at the side. To not hinder him in his quest for strength. Were he wrong? It was a matter which he felt he would have to ask Valaeon, for he most surely were the opposite of him. Or so he thought. The two nightly combatants threw some last glances at each other before they parted ways, with some form of new understanding for the other side. Yet the night was yet young.

Avalia

Terneus Andros

River fairy kingdom.

The path to the river kingdom of the fairies had been relatively peaceful for the governor, which had now gotten some time to rest and recuperate in his remaining carriage. The two knights were sitting at the front of the carriage while he was sitting inside speaking to his aide, Halma. His aide had suffered during most of the travel, answering all manner of questions that the silverhaired mage had for him. Most which more or less involved himself and his belongings. He also learnt that Kenia had indeed not delivered the 'elf beastman' to his doorstep, so it was most likely that he was indeed the one he saw in that forest. Had the feral creature killed Kenia and broken loose while under transporting to his land?

Not that it mattered anymore, since he had lost his castle. His bastion of light. His mighty tower. How many years had he gazed out of those windows looking down at those below, it had made him feel as if he indeed was a god. How dared those ungrateful commoners dare raise a hand against his right and just authority. One of the things the carriage passed by was a village which had been... put through some grotesque treatment that made the carriage come to a halt.

"Oof! You idiots don't stop the carriage that rough, I was looking at myself!" The governor snarled as he had hit his face in his handheld mirror from the impact. One of his knights knocked on the hatch before opening it. "M-my lord... this village has been... you better look at this my lord." The knight stuttered slightly.

"Look at what?!" He cussed and peeked out of the window at a village which had been seemingly ravaged by something dire, with dark elves and fairies piling bodies together. "Am I supposed to care? Some peasants and witless dark elves cleaning up some mess. They likely made it themselves! Now continue along the way, I have wasted enough time looking at this distasteful scenery." He pouted slightly and motioned for the knight to continue and close the hatch.

Some time later...

"My lord, we are approaching the gates!" A knight opened the hatch at the front of the carriage to deliver the message to Terneus.

"You shall knock before opening the hatch, you unfit dimwit!" Terneus raised his voice in a reprimanding manner to the audacity of his knight, which had dared to interupt his thoughts about himself.

"Stop the carriage, I shall educate the imbeciles at the gate." He waved dismissively to the knight and adjusted the collar of his shirt, rising up from his seat once the carriage stopped to let the passengers off. His spare carriage lacked a proper red carpet to go along with the wooden stairs. There was some mud along the pathway. The governor frowned and wrinkled his nose, looking over to Halma for a moment. It didn't take long before his aide found himself pushed out of the carriage and falling into the mud below, and the regal looking governor would follow shortly after using Halma as a makeshift mat. To get dirty again was highly unappealing and highly inappropriate for one of his standing, his aide was meant to aid him after all. And he had much things to pay back for.

"Attention you of lesser birth, I, Lord Terneus Andros, governor of the light elves demand passage through the lands of the king." Terneus motioned and held out an arm towards the dark elves stationed at the gates, while there were several fairies looking him over and hushing their children and elders. There were also some demi-human refugees from Roshmi making camp outside which had given him glares.

'These insignificant mongrelbreeds, they do not know how lucky they are to even gaze upon my radiance. But at least these spineless fairies are whispering, they know their place for certain. Enlighten your offspring bug-folks, tell them of the day that the fairest of all elves graced them with his presence.' The elf mused in his own mind as the dark elves seemed to look him over and then inspect the papers provided by his knights. How much he wished that he could wipe out all of those dirty dark elves, but alas with the situation of the world it was not safe. Just how many more years would he have to tolerate their simply unbearable nature and arrogance? Thank the elder gods that he was a high ranking official of the lich king.

"All seems to be in order... you may pass." One dark elf almost seemed to snarl out, as if the mere sight of the governor was fueling his hatred and spite anew.

"Ofcourse it is. Now stop wasting my time, I have places to be and people to reprimand for their failure to suppress this ridicolous rebellion." He said in a non-chalant manner, waving his hand dismissively. While his words were indeed a lie, he had no wish to speak truth to some dark elf of his real intention to grab more power for himself during the conflict. If Aklenroth would somehow be removed he would be possible to force the weak into making him a regional ruler. Maybe even a king? The elf licked his own lips as the thought crossed his mind, but there was some annoyance in being king. Such as hearing pleas of people that didn't matter, or to work extra hard. That was tiresome. A puppet on a throne would be better, as long as everyone knew -he- was the one in charge. Maybe he could put some disabled idiot on the throne? Maybe that feral beast-elf could do? Terneus began to walk as soon as he was able, the knights taking care of his carriage as it entered the river fairy kingdom, while he walked in front of it alongside Halma.

"This is terrible..." Terneus said after awhile, looking around at the various buildings and people looking at their treading into the kingdom.

"I know, I feel really bad for all these poor people... what manner of monster would do such a thing like what happened at that village?" Halma said in a ponderous tone, his face growing whiter by the minute, despite being covered halfways in dried mud.

"Not that you, acorn brain! I seem to have gotten a mudstain on my coat and what is that smell?" Terneus wrinkled his nose in disgust as he walked past the fearful looking citizens, some of them just peeking out of their homes or from behind their stands.

'These people could carry all manner of sicknesses. This is like treading into some kind of sewer. Ugh. Who would do such willingly?' The ever so thoughtful and caring governor thought while fetching a silk napkin from his pocket to use as a temporary mask to reduce the horrible scent in the air. "Are they roasting some beastfolks? This reeks worse than mournwine or those filthy hounds that Dreadclaw fool had with him." He grimaced as they approached the market and shops district, when they came upon an odd scene.

There was an odd looking fairy sitting on a throne in the middle of the shopping square, all around there were groteque twisted things. Were those arms? Dead fairies? Dying fairies? The governor couldn't quite make out what terrible sense of art it were, just that the smell was overpowering his noble nose and making him feel sick. There were many onlookers, and they certainly made note of his arrival. Halma and his two knights seemed to become near panic stricken at the sights unfolding in front of them, but they followed Terneus nontheless forwards. The fairy on the throne were also keeping a few other individuals nearby.

Terneus icy eyes scanned Umber, Azriel and Artemis over. He snorted in an arrogant manner, what manner of gathering was this? Some carneval of the grim and gruesome? Of the wicked and wretched? Of the ugly and poor? And then it happened, some gathering of fairies began to cluster around him and pulling at his clothes and pleading.

"Please help us! They've gone mad!" A fairy man said in a hushed but fearful manner, his eyes widened in sheer terror. He was soon flanked by a female fairy crying. "They killed my husband, please you got to help us." She pleaded and pulled at his coat.

"Stop touching me! Whose gone mad? Whose in charge here?" He demanded as he shook the fairy man roughly by the shirt.

"H-helio M-m-m-millinia..." the man stuttered as his face was overcome with fear and sweat and he fell to his knees as soon as Terneus let go of him.

"Millinia? That name sounds familiar.. where have I heard this before? Halma?" Terneus raised an eyebrow aloft and looked at his terrified aide who seemed as if he had seen a ghost. "M-my lord Andros... this is.. I.. Risa Millinia is the one leading the rebellion and also a remnant of the old fairy royal family. This... is her brother? But.. he died? Oh by the graces what has happened to this place..." The elf's words crumbled into mere mumblings as he seemed to realize what all the bizarre 'art' really were.

"Ahh! Yes, I knew I knew that name. It is of less importance than my own but it does cast some light on this situation." Terneus began to stroke the ruffles on his shirt thoughtfully, while still holding his napkin with the other, the crowd of fairies still looking at him.

"Terneus Andros?" One fairy said in a questioning manner, and soon after there seemed to be a domino effect of whispering amidst them, and then there was some rising in voices.

"Lord Terneus! Please help us! We can pay you for helping us! He killed my daughter!" An old fairy man spoke out, followed by another which chimed in a similar voice. "I give you all I have if you stop this madness!".

"Help you? Do you people really think that I am- Pay me? All you have?" The elf raised an eyebrow in sheer surprise, but also in the same moment an idea was born in his head. As if it had indeed been his idea all along. It was truly a blessing that he was so gifted, not only in looks but in intelligence too. The governor took a few moments to adjust his coat, and assumed a pose as if he was the subject of a master artist. Like a sculptor or a grand painter looking him over.

"I, Lord Terneus Andros, have heard your pleas of aid and shall do my noble duty. If you have the amas so that I may feed the poor orphaned children of the elven orphanage in turn. Your donation shall be most welcome." Terneus said in a calmer voice than usual, his face depicting a shimmering smile as he unhooked the cloaks of his knights and ordered them to hold the cloaks as if they were sacks ready to carry things of wealth. Soon after he beckoned the fairies forth.

"We must all help each other in these troubling times..." He said as if he was eating on the most tasteful piece of meat ever eaten, as if there had been butter sliding all over his words. Halma merely looked on in a mix of shock and disbelief. Soon enough there was plenty of jingling sounds coming from the two makeshift sacks and the Governor waved to the fairies in as if he were a british queen, and they were the unsuspecting crowd being duped. "Rest assured, I shall spring into action right away, in the meantime please stay indoors." He said as he bit his teeth together shortly after to conceal his cruel urge to chuckle at their hopes.

'These idiots deserve all that is coming their way, and I deserve this for being so much more clever... mmmmm...' He loved hearing his own voice in his head, it was like soft silk licking his very soul. The four elves and their carriage continued towards the area where the throne were located, after the knights had put in the makeshift sacks of fortunes into the carriage itself.

"Who is in charge here? Are you Herio Milpenia? I, Lord Terneus Andros, governor and servant of the king, demands to know what is going on here. I require some methods of long distance travel and what is that terrible smell?" He felt it more strongly now, the reek of... death? As he addressed Helio and those present near him. Grimacing at the wingless fairy.

'And I thought they were disgusting with their wings on...'