Regent
Bourgeois
The Regent of Darkness
Posts: 246
|
Post by Regent on Jun 19, 2008 10:29:20 GMT -6
Regent watches the ladies flee back stage as several of his own Elite storm the stage. Instead of grouping to protect the Chancellor, he can see the malice in their eyes and contempt in their action as they foolishly rush for him. He stands square as they advance on him 7 in all. He stops and stands tall to oppose them. "Alas, traitors from within my own ranks whom conspire to destroy the empire. I knew you could not resist to take this chance, however, you are sadly mistaken if any or all of you believe you are even the slightest match for me."
As they advance he recognizes their faces and knows their skills. When the leader of the bunch set their blades into his flesh, Regent makes a look of disgust. With a great burst of wind the traitorous elite are blown back as their blades withdraw from Regent easily as they went into him. They are now encased in a sickly gooey blackness. The darkness oozes as it spreads down the blades and swiftly engulfs the screaming elite in a torrent of writhing shadows as the raging void devours flesh from bone.
Soon Regent is surrounded by the stripped bones of the traitors and he summons them back to life once more. The newly awakened undead slowly stand as he raises his hands like a puppeteer.
"Not loyal in life, then I bind you so you shall be unwavering in your duty to fulfill your oaths of servitude in death." He whispers and the grizzly undead turn and swiftly join the Loyal Elite in their duty to repel the insurgents.
|
|
Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
Posts: 102
|
Post by Nyxereos on Jun 20, 2008 10:14:58 GMT -6
Nyx pursues the fleeing troops at the squad of Elite near by take aim at him and fire their bows. The arrows arc toward him as he flies right at them. They strike him squarely as some deflect from his metallic hide, some strike home. He drops to the ground in a heap as they charge him to finish the job.
The fallen elite enjoys the lack of pain as the bolts dig into his flesh. his black blood forces the bolts out and the new wounds heal swiftly. He lays in wait as his pain returns and his orbs glisten a brilliant silver in the moon light.
The Elite attack him but he is ready as the earth shakes and they fall down unable to maintain balance from the trimmers. Nyx leaps into action as his black wings become sleek as the feathers bunch into large blade like weapons and he skewers them all with a swift proficiency and the earth settles calmly again.
He sees the elite battling others and he takes to the air as the demonic blood flings off his glassy wings like a dark baptism of the fleeing crowd in his hurried flight to regroup with the others.
|
|
|
Post by Arianna on Jun 25, 2008 21:04:42 GMT -6
as they are swiftly ushered backstage Arianna removes her stelettos from the folds of her skirts and prepares to defend herself and the others should the need arise.
|
|
|
Post by Ciel on Jun 29, 2008 8:00:16 GMT -6
Ciel looks around and tries to see if she can find Valentine. The other woman was nice to her earlier and she wanted to make sure that she made it out all right.
It just wouldn't do for someone to do a nicety for her and have them get lost in a crowd, now would it?
|
|
|
Post by Narrator on Jul 4, 2008 9:55:38 GMT -6
As the battle rages many nobles join the fray. Mostly because of the close proximity and self defense. The Elite are pushing hard to contain the band of brigands though many are skilled and the fight becomes costly with lives and carnage.
As Regent's guests are ushered out behind the stage, the back door bursts open and two elite are being overwhelmed by a well trained squad of insurgents. The Elite are quickly subdued and advance on the group making their escape out the back. The masked demons quickly surround the ladies and demonling professor and attack without hesitation. Two advance on Lady Tre' Maya with a net while the others begin their attack to neutralize Ciel, Arianna, Valentine and Vetli.
|
|
|
Post by Thane on Jul 4, 2008 10:51:41 GMT -6
Thane continues to scrap any who get in his way till he comes face to face with one of the traitor Elite squads. He looks shocked to see his comrades in arms slaying the public and his fellow soldiers without pity or remorse. He leaps up onto the stones in the garden to get a better view of the battle and he growls at what he sees.
"Traitors among us, You play a deadly game of deception and you all will be brought to punishment." with that Malice unravels it self from around the hound and he unleashes the Chain into the traitors band.
The twisted metal zings out seeking it's first victim to ensnare. It's razor barbs instantly snag one of the elite insurgents. With a mighty yank the chain sends him back through the air to the furious hound. Thane seizes his former brother in his huge paws as his eyes blaze with hatred and with a mighty bite he discards the broken soldier minus his throat to the ground beneath the stone. The chain again seek out another and another till the bodies begin to mount in a pool of demon blood beneath the berserk frenzied hound.
|
|
|
Post by Valentine on Jul 4, 2008 11:43:37 GMT -6
Valentine sighs and takes a step towards the insurgents advancing on her. She looks at them as if they're small children who have come into the clean kitchen tracking mud and mess, one foot tapping in annoyance.
"Did you know that here in Hell demons do not advance in the ranks of the nobility without gaining in power? We are nobles for a reason that has nothing to do with our pretty faces, gentlemen." Her tone is that of an academic lecture as she raises her eyebrows at them.
"Do you really desire to find out exactly why we are nobles and you are not?"
|
|
Illyon
Denizen
Marquis Incubus
Posts: 91
|
Post by Illyon on Jul 4, 2008 18:10:41 GMT -6
Illyon slips a discreet knife in the ribs of one of his enemies before turning away to meet two of the insurgents, both with weapons drawn and a menacing gleam in their eyes. Illyon arches an eyebrow at them, looking at them with his best aristocratic mask, his tail whipping dangerously behind him.
"Gentlemen, do you have any idea who I am?" he asks, his cultured voice a low purr. The insurgents attack, and Illyon snarls savagely, a clawed hand swiping across the throat of one. As the demon falls to the his knees, choking on his blood, the Marquis grabs the other's arms, pulling him close and sinking his fangs deep in his throat. Blood pours down the front of Illyon's finery, but the Incubus pays little mind to it as he drains the life away from the insurgent.
"Next time I'll tear your lil' 'earts out an' eat 'em," he snarls at them, his cultured accent slipping in his bloodlust and anger to the guttersnipe of his youth. He moves through the crowd, dispatching any who attack him with ruthless finality.
|
|
|
Post by Lysandor on Jul 4, 2008 20:55:57 GMT -6
Lysandor feels rather than sees or hears the air parting behind him, and he rolls, turning the potentially fatal blow into a mere glancing one. Still, the gash on his shoulder bleeds copiously. The Fallen turns to deal with this new foe, only to be shocked to find it a fellow Elite advancing on him. Lysandor backs away from his opponent a step, surprise registering on his face.
"Get him," the Elite snaps, and other Elite traitors circle the commandant. Grim resolve replaces the shock on Lysandor's face as he faces them off.
"So this is how the plans were known," he says softly, crouching low and wide to try and keep them all in sight. "Your treachery will not go unpunished, I promise you."
And with that, Lysandor springs into action.
|
|
Nyxereos
Bourgeois
The Dark Earth
Posts: 102
|
Post by Nyxereos on Jul 5, 2008 22:49:47 GMT -6
With a glimmer of his metallic skin from the flames of the catering hut refracting off him. Nyx dives into the ground behind the elite defending the gazebo. He rifles up from the earth with two insurgents, one in each vice like fist. The force of them leaving the ground knocks the wind from them and they gasp as they swiftly climb in the clear night sky. When they recover they begin to beat at Nyxereos in their panic.
"If you both are so insistent that I should set you free... So be it..." He says in a wicked whisper and his hands snap open like a trap being reset by a skilled hunter.
The demons fall away like a bad dream, flailing and kicking in futility as Nyxereos hands instantly release the two devils. They scream bloody profanities as they hurl back down toward the tiny island far below them. Nyx watches in mild amusement while he circles far above. Their screams fade in a crimson wash on the rocky shore, mere seconds before the gratifying crunch of their mangled bodies can reach his chrome ears.
|
|
|
Post by Narrator on Jul 5, 2008 23:37:55 GMT -6
The Elite manage to snuff out the insurgent forces trying to ravage the nobles. To their surprise winged reinforcements streak over the crowd and hot oil is dumped over them searing them in the scalding liquid. The Elite winged forces rally and many fly after to pursue and engage the winged assailants before more oil can be dumped in the panicked crowd.
The panicked people scramble to flee and many dive into the black waters to escape as the bridges are hopelessly choked from the mass exodus.
The Traitorous Elite being assaulted by Thane move away from the hound and his wicked chain and engage the lesser equipped Elite defending the flanks of the crowd. They are attempting to disperse and enter the crowd hiding their numbers. One to add to the mayhem and the other to escape the fury of the Hound and the loyal marksmen archers that have taken flight and slowly chip away their numbers as well.
The Squad ganging up on Lysandor are trying to force him into a corner to finish him off quickly. The spears they have, give them reach advantage however the length is making them difficult and slow to recoil for another attack. This is off set by the numbers of the squad trying to skewer the Fallen Elite.
The Masked assassin speaks to the Succubus Ambassador's words as this is their purpose. "We are prepared... Are you?" They begin the attack in confusing patterns and use their unusual speed to instill great advantage. The spiked staff of the Assassin advancing on Valentine whistles sharply as it descends swiftly in a deadly arc for her, attempting to claim her pointed teeth.
The one after Ciel simply blows a poisonous dust at her hoping to rob her of sight and smell while attempting to subdue her from shadowing away.
The other is attacking Arianna and it leaps into the air, up high to prevent her from escape by flight as it brandishes twin short swords attempting to claim her wings.
The two that attack Tre'Maya dance and twist with the net and swiftly cast it up to attempt to ensnare her as quickly as possible before she can cast her spells.
|
|
|
Post by Ciel on Jul 6, 2008 0:18:34 GMT -6
In looking for Valentine, Ciel stopped abruptly when she heard her speak. She did not see the dust or smell it, but she turned to get it full on in the face.
As she went blinded and unable to smell, she clawed at her face. All she could do was stumble away and squeal in discomfort. She started calling for anyone she could, beginning with one that she knew would more than likely not answer and one that perhaps would. "Thane! Lysandor! Help!"
|
|
Tremaya
Bourgeois
Hell?s City Library Administrator
Posts: 103
|
Post by Tremaya on Jul 6, 2008 0:25:48 GMT -6
Tre'Maya meanwhile, had been infinitely more lucky. She swiftly drew out her hands, spells on her lips. She threw a huge cloud of darkness to envelope them both and their screams filed out of the dark nexus.
She smiled, almost eagerly. Too much insolence. Not enough intelligence. In other words, not very smart of you. Now...who's next?
She chuckled and spun to throw a giant fireball at some of the ones attacking Thane and Lysandor, catching a few in the flames. She hollered to them.
I am too far from Lady Ciel! I will keep them off of you if you go to her aid immediately!
Meanwhile, Professor Vetli was behind one of the bad guys and he took a violin string from somewhere on his person. Twining it in his little hands, he caught the bad one's neck in the string and politely cut its head off. Not on my watch, gents. On to see if I can't help save Ciel... He then zoomed off in the same direction that he knew he was too far from but had the want to reach.
|
|
|
Post by Lysandor on Jul 6, 2008 8:19:42 GMT -6
Lysandor rolls into one of the attacks, the spear glancing off his side and leaving a nasty, but shallow, cut. Inside the range of the spear, he shoves his short sword into the traitor's throat and leaves it, taking the traitor's spear as a replacement. On a somewhat more even ground, the Fallen Elite uses both ends of the spear to quickly dispatch with the traitor's nearest to him.
The loyal Fallen Elite hears his name being called, and barely spares a glance to see what was going on. When he sees Regent's honored guests - Ciel - being attacked, he turns back to his opponents with a small, deadly smile.
"You can't catch me," Lysandor tells them, his tone mocking. As he turns, he slams the butt of the spear into the knee of another Elite traitor, slowing them down as he forces his way through the panicked crowd and fighting Elites to the ambassadors, advisors, and Ciel.
|
|
|
Post by Arianna on Jul 6, 2008 17:53:00 GMT -6
Arriana prepares for her attacker and moves aside quickly as he lands. while dodging blows from his swords she sneers and shouts in defiance " do you think this in my first fight young one? how would you suppose i earned the scars on my wings, I'm sturdier that you presume i assure you!" As Arianna spits these last words she flips a stiletto directly and discreetly at the demons throat and drops to the floor both dodging a miss that clips the top of her right wing and kicking at his ankles.
|
|
|
Post by Valentine on Jul 6, 2008 19:04:23 GMT -6
Valentine takes a graceful step forward and to the side closing on her attacker very suddenly, her movements just as suddenly extremely distracting and eye-catching.
She reaches for the hand with the spiked staff and catches it, twisting so that the staff falls to the ground. Her other hand strokes the assassin's neck just before her nails pierce his throat and crush his throat.
|
|
|
Post by Thane on Jul 7, 2008 0:45:36 GMT -6
Malice recoils about the infuriated hound in his frustration of the out of range foes. His ears burn as the voice of his love pierces his drums like a knife and he turns to see their battle with the assassins. His gut wrenches and he leaps from the rocks toward the battle. He winds up landing inadvertently on one of Lysandor's assailants that has caught ablaze from the fireball Tre'Maya threw moments before.
The Flames engulf the hound as he bounds like a runaway train straight for his love, for Tre'Maya. His blazing fur is making him resemble a comet streaking through space on a crash course for the planet. He leaps through the air as he tackles one of the assassins at the rear of the group. The demon screams as he too is engulfed in flames and his flaming limbs begin to fling in a myriad of directions to the death symphony of the Rachet's viscous growls, snarls and barks.
As Thane shreds the assassin like a newspaper, the apparent leader of the group flanks the flaming hound and runs a thick and wicked blade into the flames to skewer his head. Fortunately for the hound, his head is hard and he was shaking the torn assassin in his teeth making for a difficult target... but not difficult enough. The steel bites into his furry neck behind his left ear and he lets out an eerily painful, "Yip!"
Thane rolls away as his hot blood steams down the blade as it withdraws cleanly from his skin. However the flow ebbs down his woolly chest and the pain grips him hard enough to prevent him from standing. He rolls into a crouch in a semi-kneeling position as he has been trained to do as he grips his gushing wound. The flames lick hot and bake his blood into his fur. His training saving his life before the assassin leader could twist the blade and snuff the hound for good.
He sneers as his huge canines expose and his blazing eyes narrow to thin slits beneath his horned brows at his assailant and he barks madly at him, "So it is you... he says wincing in pain. " You will have to do better than resorting to fighting like a coward if you hope to take me out, Hadrian. That mask cannot hide you from me. Trying to kill me when I wasn't looking 'eh... very underhanded even for the likes of you. Fortunately for me, I can smell your traitorous stench a mile away. Lucky for you my nose is coated in the blood of your tasty comrades so I just wasn't quick enough to smell your murderous intent."
|
|
|
Post by Narrator on Jul 7, 2008 16:26:23 GMT -6
As the battle rages the ninja that blew dust in Ciel's face is the one Thane tackled and shredded just before Vetli could get too close and get caught in the flames.
The two attacking Tre'Maya are hopelessly captured in the void and cannot escape.
The sicking crack of the wrist fills the air as the spiked bo falls to the floor and the gag of a crushed windpipe quickly subdues the assassin being squashed by Valentine's grip as its struggles for life fail slowly as he goes limp in her grasp.
As Arianna dodges, the twin blades strike the floor from the force of the blow. The graceful and near perfect execution of her spinning kick to the ankles send the assassin's feet clearly over his head and he smacks his skull on the stone floor with a loud 'WHACK' this only make him angry as he whirls in a def windmill twist to get back to his feet and strikes at her with a fury of punches.
The tall demon removes his mask and the Dark Rachet beneath snarls back with hate written all over his face for the dark hound he faces. "Meddlesome pest... I will remove you from our way once and for all Thane, you have interfered in our plans for the last time. If the loss of blood won't kill you, the poison of the blade surely will. Good bye Thane, I'll treat your family with the same disrespects you gave to mine..." Then with a flurry of thick smoke he disappears from the battle leaving his assassins to fend for themselves.
|
|
|
Post by Ciel on Jul 9, 2008 16:28:38 GMT -6
Ciel stumbled farther back and tripped on her dress, ripping it almost to her hip on one side. She still could not see and she was feeling around for someone, anyone that she could grab on to.
She had begun to cry, little pink drops rolling down her cheeks. She backed into a wall and hit it hard, sliding down and waiting for someone to come and get her...yet again in her unlife, she was helpless...
|
|
Tremaya
Bourgeois
Hell?s City Library Administrator
Posts: 103
|
Post by Tremaya on Jul 9, 2008 17:05:57 GMT -6
There are more insurgents in Tre'Maya's way as she fights to get to Ciel's side. She shoots spells as quickly as she can, weaving her spells together and making them all the more deadly, but there was a look in her eyes that called for blood running down her hands....gore in her fists...
Things that no one would expect her to wish for. She watched as Vetli flew towards Ciel, dodging blows as well as blood spatters. She made a way through the dying insurgents and kicked off her heeled shoes. She would do this as any part Ratchet would. With her hands.
The next insurgent she caught, she ripped the being apart, the blood splattering her hands and face and dress...she hollered out to Thane. You have no time for disrespectful cods such as he is. Get to Lady Ciel and help her...I will keep these off of you. Help Master Lysandor get to her and keep her safe...we will take care of it!
Meanwhile, Vetli was actually getting closer to Ciel. Don't worry...I will get to you...
|
|