Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber]

Solomon's Proxy · 1 Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 11/04/21, 01:12 am

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

First was light, one that dungeon divers saw a million times, like the first stars of the night. Beckoning them, calling forth their rukh whilst their bodies once again took shape. As heat would once again embrace them, braving their bodies for the spectacle to come. Heralding their arrival was silence, their reward for hard work? An empty city of porcelain and aurum topped domes. With snaked carvings, perfect arches, and wisping patterns that mimicked the flames dance.

Their first step would move them forward 100 paces, as there was no place for leisure. Courage had brought them here, and now courage would be tested. They were brought into the skeleton of Civilization, with its clay-red tattoos and granite body. It stretched for Kilometers, the golden domes smiling with a thousand glares, reflecting the braziers which lined the grid-like streets of the Necropolis.

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Crackle Crackle Crackle FWOOOOSSH!

Paraded into the city, the contestants would magically be ushered across dusted brick roads. The roars of flames arising from braziers wide enough to roast a whole steer. Embers which stated only as small sparks would burst, becoming full infernos. Igniting one after one as the party moved closer to the palace.

Within the walls, of broken and dried stone a long waited greeting would arrive. It was not a human, a fanalis, or even an Immuchak which stood surrounded by beautiful aqua mirrors. A true oasis stood in front of the gate to the palace, by fair their easiest journey. This shape and form familiar to Requiem Jynx, it was a Djinn floating before them. The Dark King would know this was not normal.

The air before him pushed back those that tried to venture too close. Each step would increase the space between them and the djinn, with closeness bringing only heat. The air rippled, waving with the heat haze. The enveloped heat would warp and wave their vision if they dared to stare at him for too long. Yet, the djinn would greet them with open arms, allowing them to get no closer than 50m from the chamber doors.

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"kyeeeeee" a deep sigh rolled. Forming a cloud of flame, curling around the spike-like fangs he had for teeth. Like a great conflagration, his voice rumbled, coming out with crackles of ferocity. "Congratulations, not many could make it this far. But, are you ready to face the flames, their true ferocity? Can you face a flame that will not die, the failures of all men come in their arrogance of what bravery really means, show it to me." His voice had fluctuated, warping like a candle in the wind, before settling on a slow rolling tone. It was strange how his voice had changed. Yet, it was stranger, as he gave them the chance to react, two great blazes would form into pillars before him, their challenge was arriving.

DM notes: Combat challenges will be issued out next post, react to the dungeon, the djinn, and so forth. You cannot move closer than 50m to the djinn, in which he will begin speaking to you from the gate to the chamber

Phobos Corvus · 2 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 11/04/21, 01:51 am

Phobos Corvus

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(40/40)
Stamina:

(160/160)

大暴れ

you are broken; but you are fearless and utterly alive.

n/a

notes -

It was getting warm— too warm. Just like the time he killed the wretch. But this time, it didn’t burn him. Nor char him to the bone. It was just uncomfortable. A sensation he wanted to end as soon as possible. Sweating too much would just make him as foul-smelling as Casrare.

He and the other contestants were flown through a city. It was beautiful, reminding him of a lot of the cities he saw in paintings but never been to. A bright smile would spread across his face while he let the magic whisk him deeper into the city.

They were halted by the gate to the palace. A building that had Phobos looking up in awe. A very… hot, fat being stood— no, floated before them. He wasn’t sure what it was talking about. But it sounded weird and it was hard to keep looking at it.

He lifts up his arms, smelling his pits. They weren’t too foul but the creature didn’t seem to have a nose. The young Fanalis would step forward, slow and cautious. He could feel the air surrounding the djinn rejecting his presence. Not that he wanted to stand closer. It was much too hot.

“Yeah… I think so. When I killed this person back there, they exploded and melted my skin off.” Phobos cringed, shrugging his shoulders back and shaking off his scrunched expression. It wasn’t a pleasant memory. Worse than the time Pluto drooled on him. “A lady healed me with her magic… I think. Do you know who she is? She wasn’t as pretty as mama but…” His voice trailed off along with his eyes as he stared up at the growing pillars.

beasts:

Code:: [b]name:[/b] essence of ares [b]tier:[/b] d [b]type:[/b] symbiote [b]species:[/b] proelium ostium: ares [b]appearance:[/b] the mysterious being takes no direct form once it is fully assimilated with it's host. it takes on the many different appearances in the psyche. this typically manifests as a large armored humanoid. it has it's own sentience, influenced by the host's brain, often giving advice or speaking in their mind at times. it's effects on the body are rather constant. it causes the hair and eyes to take on a golden color, fighting against the hosts natural hue. during times when it is active, the disease causes the skin to glisten with small golden flecks of light. [b]beast traits:[/b] [b]trait name:[/b] god of war [b]trait tier:[/b] d [b]trait requirement:[/b] proelium ostium: ares [b]trait description:[/b] the symbiote is capable of causing the body to emit pheromones that influence the emotional states of the host and those around them. [b]trait effect:[/b] allows the symbiote to register abilities based around emotion manipulation. the user is not immune to these pheromones. any released by the symbiote will effect the user at the same effectiveness. [b]trait name:[/b] hypersensitivity [b]trait tier:[/b] d [b]trait requirement:[/b] proelium ostium: ares [b]trait description:[/b] the symbiote alters and heightens the senses of the host to above their typical capabilities at all times, unable to dull them despite any desires of the host to do so. [b]trait effect:[/b] as the symbiote mutates and strengthens within the host, an additional sense of the user is permanently enhanced: [list] [*][b]d tier:[/b] the user is able to track down and identify the scents of any specific persons, objects, substances or even places. so long as these factors are within 3 kilometers of the user. the user must be familiar with their scent and it must be focused upon. they may not pinpoint the exact location of the scent, only the general direction and strength. a scent may not be picked up if it is submerged in water. [/list] [b]trait name:[/b] contaminant immunity [b]trait tier:[/b] d [b]trait requirement:[/b] proelium ostium: ares [b]trait description:[/b] as it was created in a lab and placed under harsh conditions, the symbiote is very hardy against foreign substances that enter the body that may harm it or the user. [b]trait effect:[/b] the symbiote enables the host and itself to be immune to any d tier poisons/toxins/venom that affect their body. however, due to being averse to all foreign substances, any non-magic healing through medicine is recognized by the symbiote as a contaminant and rejected.

Lagi · 3 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 13/04/21, 03:31 pm

Lagi

Ω-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(400/400)
Stamina:

(430/430)

With Lagi riding his dragon, it seemed that they managed to make it to the final stretch of the dungeon. The Djinn was their insight and it been quite a long time, but Lagi felt excited. He wanted to conquer this dungeon or at least prove to himself that he had what it took to complete it. He couldn't move any further because the djin's heat was stopping them from going ahead, But Lagi was ready to start. He moved Longzufu up to 50 meters, or as far as he could go, and tried to withstand the heat. "i'm winning that djinn..."

Stamina 295/430
Magoi 320/400

Leviathan · 4 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 14/04/21, 01:49 pm

Leviathan

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(120/120)

Despite her momentary lag due to the intense increase in heat Morgan found herself actually seeming to make exceptional time through the dungeon. Thanks to whomever had faced off with the golem in the desert sands she had managed to make it to the third gate easily enough. As with the previous two gates she found herself transported to an entirely new location. The lifeless husk of an otherwise idealic city formed of porcelain and stone. Not one to dawdle in one spot when it was unneeded Morgan made her attempt to take a single step forward only to be met with the realization she had seemingly closed the span of several dozen paces in a single breath. An ability she was more than aware that she herself lacked.

It seemed as if something was attempting to hurry the contestants along, almost as if they had taken too much time thus far and now the very dungeon itself was trying to usher them through at an increased pace. As odd as the concept was it wasn't anything Morgan found herself disagreeing with. She herself wished to be free of the confines of the dungeon by this point, preferribly with her prize in hand. Whatever magical aspect that had allowed Morgan to cross one hundred paces with only a single step chose not to expend itself after something so simple. Instead the Sasan knight found herself continued forward at a rushed pace almost against her will.

Being manipulated in such a way played on Morgan's nerves, a feeling as if she were yet another toy for someone's amusement reigniting her intense hatred for those in positions of power in her adopted home. It made those feelings all the worse when Morgan realized she was being rushed towards a palace of all places. The group was allowed to halt before entering the palace at all, finding themselves standing before an entity unlike any Morgan herself had ever encountered before. A flickering voice reminiscent of a flame's movements questioned all of them. It had the courtesy of congratulating the group for making it thus far but was ready to see how they would handle "a flame that would not die". Morgan didn't care for the formalities, she was ready for the newest challenge.

Bass Mikiaru · 5 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 15/04/21, 06:09 pm

Bass Mikiaru

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(150/150)

What now? The human man wondered as they were once more brought through another gate. Upon arriving at a city-like setting. Either this really was a magical hotel, or he was definitely dying of dehydration within his sleep, passed out face down into the sands. Bass looked over to the man who had fought that large creature. From under his hood and behind the mask Bass took a step towards Jynx,. "Excuse me, Sir?" Becokinging the man from where he stood before he could continue his thoughts and words interrupted by a large creature appearing. It spoke to them about taking a trial of fire. Bass was confused. "Just what kind of Hotel is this? This seems like maybe some Magicians hand at work here trying to scare or scam people out of some money. I request you end this game and allow us to finally check in and get to our rooms.

Solomon's Proxy · 6 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 20/04/21, 01:06 am

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

"You shall get answers to everything you wish for soon, but danger waits for no one." He would look at them all, confusion, yet confidence came from them all. Their embers were sparked, but was it in the right direction?

The small topazes that were his three eyes looked at them all. Tracing over, as the hearth of his voice crackled, chuckling even "Yes, of course, let me show you to your rooms."

CLAP!

Bringing forth his palms the world would move, as the great pyres burning before him followed. Brick by brick would stretch, the city winding, the roads relaying and shifting them along by their feet. Expanding into a wide city-sized arena. The torches would be grown into great arches, with their flames becoming great spotlights. As the brick began to glow with intense heat, becoming a great burning stone field. Now a great coliseum of gold, Blackstone, and flaming cracks, as the gilded frames would part the flames by a great golden grid, splitting the 400m wide and 50m long pathway. The ceiling would be up 100m high, but the flames blocked any exit.

Yet, there were not even groups in this battle. As Requiem would find himself alone, while Bass, Morgan, and Phobos would find themselves with a flame of their own.

"Show me what Courage is, what would truly be hardest for you." His voice churned, as with a turn of the wrists, the infernos finally took form. Before the Trio, the flames stretched, imploding inward as a great bird was born from the ash. A Phoenix, Scion of the Flame to test their might.

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It would soar, circle above, resting above them 20m in the air, enough to tease them, the flames beginning to dance from its wings, but from its maw a Scorching Screech
would ignite the air, but it was not close enough to harm any of them but a mere taunt at them. Its' taunts would continue as it would zoom around at max speeds, circling before once again hovering 20m in the directly above them.

Reaching out before Lagi was something bigger, something which stunk of sulfur, and ashen corpses. As the flames would die, only the abhorrent glow of the Ifrit would be presented before him. As white-hot flames from The Hand of Punishment would glow in each of his hands. The radiance bursting forth from the beasts' palms was blinding, an almost invisible heat.

Its great horns and burning skull would stare him down. There were no pupils, nothing but a flame that seemed to match his heartbeat. Its amalgamated frame slouching as it examined curiously. The creature would not be far from Lagi, he would stand 15m apart. It was a showdown the king was used to, but something from his danger sense would give a heat familiar to one of his past.

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One last time would the Djinn Speak, addressing them all in changing tones once more. "Here you have no comfort and protection, you have no heroes, you have no certainty, there is no god there is only the courage to do what you cannot do! LET THE BATTLES COMMENCE!"

The burning spotlights would burst would glare with flames, as an audience born of fire would appear before them roaring with joy. Their blazes sway in they stands, unintelligible snaps of the fire. One had to ask, who were they cheering for? For one of the contestants, or for their slaughter?

DM notes: The arena is 400m wide and 50m long, with a fence going 50m across splitting the arena in half, with Lagi on the left side and the Trio on the right side. The Phoenix is hovering directly 20m above the Trio of Morgan, Phobos, and Bass. The Ifrit is 15m directly across from Lagi beginning to walk towards him.

Phoenix:

Ifrit:

Lagi · 7 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 23/04/21, 12:54 am

Lagi

Ω-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(400/400)
Stamina:

(430/430)

With his nimble fingers, Lagi took out one of the drugs that he had at his disposal at A-tier speeds, thinking that he would need it since the battle was about to begin. After ingesting the Salatis drug and stomping on the floor a few times with moarse code and the dragon's seismic sense to tell Longzufu to dig under to be about 8 meters below ground while circling the area with it's wing digger, Lagi would go with the best option that he had available to him. Or better yet, he would go with an option that he had not yet been able to use in quite some time. With the armor of the last tyrant activating after pouring magoi in it, Lagi would also enter his full vampire lord form and use the blood bird that comes with the bloody armor as a material conduit for his blood-based spells due to Tyrant's Mind. Not only did this provide an additional source of blood for his techniques, but this also added to the fact that the magoi cost of his blood techniques was already covered as long as Lagi had a source of blood to take advantage of.

"So, it seems that you are on my way to finally hear the answer I've been looking for quite some time. Let's do this, I'll be showing you the fruits of all of my victories and conquests in this fight if you last long enough."

After saying that, Lagi would activate bloody honeymoon and scale it five times. He used his polycythemia technique in order to solidify his blood and creates a singular bloody tendril that forms into a crescent moon buzzsaw with Lagi at the epicenter. The rotation of the crescent moon is omnidirectional, with the reach of the ability to go as far as 40 meters.

"Bloody..honeymoon...."

The appearance of Lagi was in his monstrous vampire lord form while being covered in bloody armor. The bloody honeymoon ability dealt A rank ability damage per tendril, and with the scaling, there was a total of six tendrils A-tier ability damage bloody tendrilsthat the monstrous being had to deal with, potentially ripping the creature to shreds with each slice.

used

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Salatis

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Stamina 275/430
Magoi 300/400

Battle notes

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Bass Mikiaru · 8 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 09/05/21, 04:17 pm

Bass Mikiaru

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(150/150)

What the hell was truly going on and where was he? Bass would be struck with many questions confused about how he ended up in such a dream state-like place. The things that came in went in and out of view like someone was in control of the dream, he figured that he was really knocked out in the dunes at this point and this was the heat of the dessert beating on him, there was no other explanation to this. Well, if this had been a dream then it was time to take control and become the hero he saw within himself. He found himself within the war fair of a large phoenix creature, and on the other side of a wall that emerged the person with the dragon would be on the other side as he was with two others. This would not be good, but lucky for him he felt rested still, even with this heat that baked the as the phoenix added to that heat.. It would fly around them overhead, Bass had to act.

Reaching into his quiver Bass pulled out his Grapple Shot arrow from it. Aiming it at the wall he fired it 20 meters up the wall, he'd then reached into his quiver and pulled out his Flash Shot, striking the face of the arrow along the rough ground it would spark to life igniting the fuse. Setting it into his bow he fired the arrow straight up into the air 15 meters up. Speaking loud enough for only those near him to hear he gave a one-word warning/ "Eyes" He hoped it was enough as he rushed to the rope hanging from the wall and start climbing it hoping to reach the top as his flash arrow would go off erupting with a bright flashing light hoping to blind the bird.

If he made it to the first grapple shot arrow that landed into the wall, he'd tie himself off before sustaining firing another Grapple Shot up another 20 meters and start scaling the wall once more.

Magoi: 100/100
Stamina: 50/100

Skills:

Leviathan · 9 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 15/05/21, 11:48 pm

Leviathan

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(120/120)

The challenge had been announced, the gauntlet thrown down before each of the competitors. An arena had been formed with a clap of the djinn’s hands; the trio being separated into two different sides. It seemed as if she would be required to work beside the odd individual who had chosen to wear a mask for the entirety of their contest. It did not matter to Morgan in the end however, she knew what she was here for and what she wanted. The power to take Sasan’s throne for herself from those who didn’t deserve it. To deal to them a fate worse than what she had been forced to endure in her nightmarish upbringing.

Her hyper-focused mind was pulled to the sight of flames once more bursting into existence at the djinn’s demand that they show him their courage. The flames on Morgan’s side seemed to implode upon themselves, blooming out before taking to form of a breathtaking avian creature. “Hey fatso!” The Knight cried out, addressing the djinn regardless of if he were still there physically or not. “I’ll show you my courage as I tame that overgrown parrot.” She chuckled before turning her attention to the phoenix. “You’re comin home with me Polly!”

Solomon's Proxy · 10 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 31/05/21, 02:25 am

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

As blades of bloody saw would form around the vampire lord the Ifrit continued its' forward march. A Hand of Judgement for each clawed paw, draping its' own body in a Pyrmine Cloak. Dressed in burning embers it would Incinerate. A flash of ivory, scarlet, tangerine, and gold flames burst forward filling up all space between the King and the Ifrit. Its' power would mitigate most of the bloody blades, he would burst forward at his full speeds finding himself right on the king. It had the worry of loss, of its death. The king could sense life, he would be able to sense to an intense force of the creature upon him. He was true to himself, the mighty ifrit would acknowledge death but give it his all, could Lagi say the same?

With a swipe as fast as his own, the might ifrit would have each hand perform a Conflagarated Claw at close range. Wishing to slice him up, to carve and cook his prey the mighty monster had a duty to follow. It gave a minor glance towards the phoenix, checking on the fight on the other side. "Can you face the flames or are you too cowardice to see the truth after all you've seen and heard, ENTER THE INFERNO!" it would roar.

Amongst the other group, one would find themself mostly silent as the other only focused on talking. Bass would manage to blind the phoenix. A mighty screech following as it tried to swoop down on where it had thought they both were. Causing the creature to dive it may have been disadvantaged, but power was their side. However, its' wail of pain would roar once more as a Scorching Screech. It couldn't see but it could try to provide them both a nice burn. A Blaze defense would pop up to protect it, waiting for the next attacks to come.

Dm notes: Phoenix blinded and attacking where it thought you were, 10m from your original position, Morgan should be in range still.

Ifrit has taken 3 of the six blood saws, clashed two with hands of punishment and a shield, all scaled to 30m so while they could probably block more I'm accounting for speed and other things, charged at max speed while using two Conflagarating claws at close range.

Phoenix:

Ifrit:

Lagi · 11 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 31/05/21, 12:56 pm

Lagi

Ω-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(400/400)
Stamina:

(430/430)

OOC: Pyrmine Cloak Right?

With Lagi, the combat rotation was just as simple. Since he was on the offensive this time around with his attacks, the best thing that he could do was maintain momentum and remain on the offensive. By sustaining his bloody honeymoon, the six bloody saws would continue to elongate themselves to cut the ifrit to shreds, each dealing A-tier ability damage. Lagi refused to let up with his tenacious assault, the only thing that he had in mind was his desire for finally winning a dungeon himself. Those degrading words of the creature meant nothing if Lagi could finally prove to himself what he always believed.

That he had what it took to naturally be a king candidate like the rest of his peers. Dashing forward at A-tier speeds towards the ifrit with the buzzsaw surrounding him, Lagi was ready to take the creature out.

In addition to that, with Lagi sustaining Tyrant's mind with the armor of the last tyrant the bloody eagle would appear once again to swirl from behind the ifrit while it was dealing with Lagi's barrage to attack from behind to deal A-tier ability damage. With the six sets of A-tier damage that the creature had to deal with, it was natural to think that it would be distracted enough for it to be attacked unsuspectingly.

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salatis

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Stamina 265/430
Magoi 290/400

Bass Mikiaru · 12 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 23/06/21, 02:38 pm

Bass Mikiaru

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(150/150)

His plan had worked, except the woman had not moved from the location, he was not sure what else he could have done without strong-arming her to get her to follow. She instead thought to taunt the creatures before them instead of understanding the battle had started and on both sides of this wall.

Before moving any further Bass aimed down his great bow as he fed magoi into the magic weapon. Smoke emitted from the bow as a purple glow came from the magic circle imprinted onto it. A Large strength magic arrow formed at his fingertips as he pulled back on the bow and fired at an arch, using his knowledge of the beast from hunting paired with his tracking capabilities, he was sure this Strength arrow would find purchase.

Not waiting to see if the shot would land or miss, Bass would sustain his grapple shot to pull himself further up the wall desperately attempting to reach the top of the wall so he may put that demon to rest permanently this time. Of course, he would check over his shoulder as he climbed not wishing to have to dodge incoming attacks while scaling a wall.
Magoi: 90/100
Stamina: 45/100

Abilities Used:

Leviathan · 13 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 01/07/21, 10:56 pm

Leviathan

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(120/120)

Bravado once again surged through Morgan’s body as she stood against the great flaming avian before her. She made claims of taming the bird yet she questioned that silently. She had failed to notice the costumed weirdo’s call of the word “eyes” and was only stirred to action once his arrow had stolen the creature’s sight. With a mighty screech of pain the creature dipped towards the ground as the arrow did its damage yet it remained airborne. The heat of the arena rose as sharp as the phoenix’s screech with smoldering patches appearing on Morgan’s uniform that ignited into small flames in seconds.

A few small fires were nothing for the Knight to truly worry about and earned no further attention from her. She was durable. Strong. It was why she had been unafraid to strike the blazing skeletons back in the prison area at the beginning of the dungeon with her bare fists. In this case it seemed as if she had the added advantage of covering fire supporting her, a factor she hadn’t requested but she would be sure to put it to her use like everything else in this world. Force was the first thing to hit her. Not much more than an intense wind like a scorching summer day. It was the precursor to the wall of flames that spread out in a ring around the flaming bird, stopping when it was around halfway between Morgan and the creature itself. About five meters perhaps. She wasn’t good at associating distances with numbers mentally.

These flames were a problem for her. She could feel the intensity of their heat and how it was leagues above those she had encountered thus far in the dungeon, including those that were currently burning away the very fabrics keeping her clothed. She supposed her first order of business would have to be smothering those very flames she currently wore and preventing a serious wardrobe malfunction. As it stood she’d be unable to handle the wall the creature had surrounded itself with at her current level of ability. With a powerful leap backwards the giant of a woman placed a deal of distance between herself and the circular inferno, about 3m if she were willing to put a number to it. Her hands began to swiftly comb her shapely figure, patting out whatever flames consumed her clothing until she was certain they were all extinguished. Her hope now was to bide her time, allow either the costumed archer to handle the rising flames or let them burn themselves out altogether.

Magoi: 70/70
Stamina: 120/130

Damage so far: 1 D-tier, 1 C-tier

Solomon's Proxy · 14 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 04/07/21, 01:00 am

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

The smell of sizzled iron would burn the air, steaming from the contact of blood blades and conflagrating force. The ifrit had continued his charge, under normal means he would have been fast enough to hit the vampire lord. Lagi could only move so quickly, by using such sweeping attacks the ifrit had to stop between guards. If he was able to block and charge he would've surely hit Reqiuem Jynx, but alas, the great beast's flame would fizzle out. The flames would slowly die, with each bit of damage it took its last claw would stretch only a centimeter away. Finally, it would rest from the burst of a blood eagle and sanguine flora.

The veil would show his conquest, the king had faced it without distress it seemed. While he would be granted a moment to rest he would witness what would be the fight of the phoenix.

The great bird had waited for them to strike but they seemed to watch its' movements. It couldn't hold, so maybe it would be able to swiftly avoid any incoming attacks. The veil would drop, the firey force it had created would dissipate as it would begin to swoop. That would be its' downfall for it to have gone against a hunter. For the air would screech as the great black down would crack with thunder's grace upon meeting the birds' skull.

They had avoided deaths' doors, it was a challenge but it had managed to press them and push them. Pushing them through the heat to see how they would sweat, what truths they would reveal. Marchosias had seen how they acted, how they had felt. Throughout the dungeon, he had observed their behaviors and how they had gone about things. His great steaming aw would ignite and crackle as he would begin to speak.

"What..., do you gain from combat. what do you have to lose? Face me with your truth..." he would say. It was unlikely they would change his mind, he had feelings about them all, he wished to reward them all in a great manner but only one was the one that would win.

Dm notes: Monsters beat, Phoenix hit because I assumed by watched his movements you meant waiting out the block from his last post and potential sustains.

Lagi · 15 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 10/07/21, 12:39 pm

Lagi

Ω-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(400/400)
Stamina:

(430/430)

With the dungeon monster defeated, all that remained to Lagi and the others was a question. Since it seemed that the rest of the competitors of the dungeon had to gather their bearings, Lagi decided to answer the question the way that it was presented.

"The purpose of fighting is the enactment of your will in physical manifestation to make the changes that you want. In almost every major conflict, there is a fight at the end of the road that you must overcome to progress to what you desire or protect what's precious to you. In combat for those desires and goals, you're not only showing that you have what it takes to achieve what you want, but you are also showing what you are willing to do to get it. The reason for fighting is not due to meaningless slaughter and murderous rampages. There will never be a time in this world where there is no need to fight, those who don't, truly leave their destiny in the hands of others. In regards to what do I have to lose, that's not important to me, because I'll never lose. I don't have to worry about the pieces to pick up after defeat because as overlord of the free world of dungeon beasts all across this land, for their futures to be secured from the humans who wish us harm, my will is unbreakable, VICTORY IS THE ONLY OPTION!!"

Even if he lost the djinn, to be honest, Lagi didn't expect much from a Solomon djinn. Maybe he would be rejected as usual, and they would rather waste away with a weaker candidate. That was alright to Lagi, less of an annoyance to deal with in the future if the potential of such a person was misjudged and they did nothing with the djinn. No matter what, he still wins. The competition was like a rocky piece of coal, they would have taken months or years to polish off to become worthwhile as diamonds. But Lagi, he was already at his peak potential.

Bass Mikiaru · 16 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 15/07/21, 12:08 pm

Bass Mikiaru

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(150/150)

Before he could even reach the other side of the wall and face the demon who had sworn to face him, the battle was over. Bass looked down to the woman seeing if she was in need of help, then descended the wall.

"Before you said we have no Heros, but that is not true. We are our own heroes. I am going to be the Hero of Balbadd too. I fight to save and protect those from suffering at the hands of corruption and vile people. If I lose, I lose the country I grew up in, I lose the next generation to be further seeded into transgressions sowed from those I could not stop. I'm not truly sure what kind of hotel this is, but I no longer wish to sleep here. If you have nothing else...Oh, and I am the Bolt of Justice. Nice to meet you all.

After saying his part, Bass placed his great bow to the small of his back as he peered around the area looking for a place to leave. While all the action had made him awake, he was starting to feel the side effects of his body forcings him to stay alert. The small nap he had earlier was nice, but it was nothing that gave true recovery.

Leviathan · 17 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 27/07/21, 12:54 pm

Leviathan

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(120/120)

Should she answer the djinn’s questions? The fight had ended when the strange archer loosed an arrow through the phoenix once it had let its guard down. The djinn questioned them all on what they gained from fighting and what they stood to lose from it as well. She knew her answer, it was an example she had lived her very life by. It was a matter of survival. To fight was to earn another day for her to exist. To give up, to surrender or lose meant she was effectively dead as a result. She didn’t trust any of these people, not even the djinn, enough to feel comfortable with granting them that answer. Then again she didn’t trust anyone if she were being honest. Yet wasn’t this dungeon about proving one’s bravery? An act she had so fearlessly performed since entering the first gate?

“Combat, fighting. To me it means exactly that. Survival. I fight for the right to another day to exist.” She spoke, eyes dead-set on the djinn’s own with a burning fury igniting behind her pupils.

Solomon's Proxy · 18 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 29/07/21, 11:50 am

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

As each candidate gave their answer, he would feel something swelling in his belly. The charcoals of his heart began to ignite as a rumbling sound began to shake the room. Was it the collapse of the dungeon? Had they angered the Djinn? Marchosias would begin to ignite, the embers in his eyes became great flames as the room would grow 10 degrees warmer instantly. A what would follow was a tremendous bone-shaking laugh. It crackled like a great eruption.

"Ohahahahahahahahahaha!"

They were honest, not one of them tried to hide their emotions. As a smirk began to paint the djinn's face for the first time since anyone had entered he would speak to them all. "You're all correct, at least in your own hearts. I was not looking for strength, which you all show in your own regard. Each of you had to face things bigger than yourself, and acted correspondingly." As his voice would lose its jovial tone he would look to Lagi first.

Starting there he would begin to speak to each candidate. "You showed great strength, I've no doubt winning is the only option you see in your life. But I see no chance of growth for you. Everyone can lose, and all can feel lost, that is because there are things bigger than ourselves in life. I do not believe you require my aid, for I believe even if it means disregarding truth you will pursue your goal. In a sense it is admirable, there is no doubt in my mind that you are a king, but I do not believe you are the one who needs my aid. That being said, your valor, your will, and your ability to face those things whether it be guided confidence or ignorance, it is commendable."

With his breath, he would speak again opening his hands "This being said, I still wish to grant you a gift, either this crown, to acknowledge you as a king, or I shall teach you a technique to brandish that sweltering confidence." Within in his right hand would appear a brilliant crown of gold with rubies, with its peaks fashioned in the shape of flames. In his other hand would appear a flame, of orange hue with no flicker. He simply had chosen which one he would prefer.

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Next, he would turn to Bass, looking down on the redheaded man he would present both hands to Bass, before anything appeared he would speak "I'm not sure if you're lying to yourself or if you're a simpleton but I feel deep down you knew this was no hotel, no dream. You faced things beyond your strength, fought alongside a demon of a man. You understood more importantly, that things were out of your reach and your grasp. Yet you adapted, persevered. You are certainly deserving of a great weapon, or even to carry the power of flames, but I would like to offer my services so you may be my king."

As steam would release from his mouth he would speak again "My first king, the first true king, was naive and believed too much in people. Those who betrayed him were too infatuated with power. Yet as that happened, he never once turned against the odds. It wasn't about victory, it was about doing what was right, what was hard. Too many times, do we simply choose to do what's easy for us but to look at ourselves, and others with an honest lens is what's hard. Pick a vessel for me to reside in if you wish, but head my words of others and the heart if you wish to truly protect anyone. If not, I will simply provide the power you need rather than my full aid."

He would have the time to choose his answer, but now he would turn to Morgan, the beast who had the courage to survive. "You show different courage, he would say "it is not an insult, but I do not believe it is the one of a king, but of one meant to live not to aid or assisted. That's no knock of your skills or life, you simply remind me of an old compatriot. You seem to think well but your actions delay to seem to hide your true intentions. Be true, and be free, for this I offer you to become a great beast of the flame and thrive, or I shall give you this gift, a necklace to give you a protecting flame."

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As they would have the chance to pick up their rewards, they would feel a familiar rumble once again. Stones began to fall, the rooming crumbling and cascading around them. This was not the roaring sound of laughter. As a circle of flame would begin to form around them only one would have a clue. Requiem before had left the haven of a dungeon it was quick and ruthless, as the city around them began to crumble so too would the dream.

Dm Notes: This Decision did not come lightly and was made with the combined notes of the dungeons along with the opinions formed from me and assistants upon reading through the dungeon and following through with what we thought best portrayed the desired theme and traits, congratulations Bass!

Options for Lagi:

Reward Option 1:

Reward Option 2:

Endolfs Options:

Reward Option 1:

Reward Option 2:

Reward for Bass if he declines Djinn:

Lagi · 19 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 29/07/21, 01:11 pm

Lagi

Ω-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(400/400)
Stamina:

(430/430)

Was he surprised? No, of course, he would lose. After such an overwhelming victory, with strength and mastery over his power as a king candidate himself, he would lose out to the others. In his heart, he knew why he wanted to win. He wanted to win to prove once and for all the flaws of their choice. The simple fact that Solomon was wrong, or the idea of him was wrong. "After everything I've done, every tyrant I've taken down, every bit of charity I have given to the human race that they simply did not deserve from me, it is still not enough? No grace? I'm so strong that you feel as if I don't need your power? Don't you think that it's sad that I had to get that strong all by myself to even make it, up to the point that a djinn would feel that its power would lose its value? I did that alone, with the sheer force of will against all odds!! Isn't that courage, the courage to change your destiny, even if there was a low to non-existing chance in going against fate? Not every fate should be accepted. When the heroes were no more, who fought? It was me!!! Their defeat was because of me! Who benefited most? I haven't, the humans would have lost if it weren't for me. If I was not worthy, what way would the Shahada, fate's testament, choose someone like me as the savior of others? Each time, I answered that call without it, but no more."

He couldn't believe it. Sadness, denial, disappointment. Did he lose again? This was a defeat that shook Lagi to his very core.

"Growth in what way? In personal strength or personal goals? In every stage of my life, you beings of Solomon have rejected me for inferior candidates who didn't even put it all on the line when the enemies came knocking. I've killed those people, but looking back, if I was seen as one of them in the eyes of the djinn, maybe I shouldn't have. With all the good I've done, it'll soon be forgotten when they come for me next and kill my people, right? What will happen once I'm gone? Will they be slaves again? everything I've built, will it be destroyed mercilessly? No, I reject that fate. I stained my soul for this power, was that not courage? I've lost my best friend for this power, was that not courage? I've lost my family for this power, was that not courage?!! "

He has done good, he was a vessel worthy of a king's power. To be burned like this, regardless of what the djinn offered him, didn't feel good. There was no way back, his soul was stained. "I'll take the technique, but I doubt it's your extreme magic. This is the last time I'll try to seek approval from Solomon's chosen ones. I will never be accepted, nothing I do will ever be good enough." He had nothing to say to the others, a loser like him had nothing to say to the winner. Raising his hand, Lagi reached out to the orange flame instead of the crown. "Great flame, burn away my empathy, and help me accept my fate as the devil they want me to be."

-Taking the Technique
-Congrats Bass
-Exit

Bass Mikiaru · 20 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 29/07/21, 02:16 pm

Bass Mikiaru

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(150/150)

Bass's actions to find an exit were halted as the Djinn spoke to them once more. Bass looked to the large creature as it presented its crown to the man who had single handle handled two overly large creatures, one he was sure did not need to be fought, though as the Djinn had finished his speech to the man it was Bass's turn to be spoken to. The Djinn tried to relay this was no hotel or dream, Bass's jaw dropped. This was all real? Did he face off against a real Demon? Well Faced off might have been a dramatic retelling of what happened but, he did in fact come face to face with a demon. That meant the man who seemed to hate humans was also real, and a possible threat in the future if his words and distaste for humans were true, but what did that make him? He seemed human enough if anything he was unsure what to call him. Perhaps this man was in need to help like himself.

Bass listened to the Djinn's words and nodded his head. "I'm not sure if I am understanding this well, but from what I can gather I have much to learn. You seem like a wise person and know much more than I do. Your help and council will be greatly appreciated. I thank you for your offer. If you truly think I am deserving of your help that I will keep pushing to become worthy of it. Thank you! Bass lowered his head torso making a rather large bowing motion to the Djinn. Unsure of what it truly was or the purpose it served. Though Bass took in the warning and the tale of its First King to heart. He knew he too would probably find himself in a place of betrayal if things kept building on this road. It was fitting, for him to get this gift.

"I will use your flame to bring light into the darkness of Balbadd, and to everyone, I meet!" Bass took a break from the Djinn and looked to Lagi. "I am unsure as to what has caused you pain, I am no stranger to it as most of this world. I am also not sure what you are if not human, for those feelings you hold show that you have heart and emotions. I'd like to offer you my help in righting whatever wrong humans have done to you. I might be the strongest man but I am a man who is willing to help connect those who have suffered and help them reach a place of peace. Please, do not judge our kind for the mistake of a few. " He hoped his word could reach the man before they exited, the place they stood seemed to break down now, slowly.

Bass looked around for a vessel, he was not sure what it had meant by vessel but Bass had only magical items on him, and a boy left to him by his father. "I am not certain of what you mean by vessel, but if you have something you prefer I wish not to force a vessel that is not fitting of you. Perhaps something like a symbol. " He walked closer to the djinn and whispered to it. My real name is Bass Mikiaru, this suit I wear is a symbol of my Hero name. Maybe you too have something like that?"

Leviathan · 21 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 26/08/21, 03:32 am

Leviathan

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(120/120)

Before she could manage to maintain control over her own physical reactions Morgan found the corner of her mouth twitch at the djinn’s analysis of her. She didn’t have the courage of a king. If she took a moment to consider his words she would probably agree that she wasn’t a king in nature but a conqueror looking to uproot the current king of Sasan for her own goals. Yet she wouldn’t speak this passion that fueled her very core like the kindling of an inferno. The being did offer her a choice of two rewards for having accomplished the feat of surviving the dungeon in its entirety, as it did with the two other individuals who remained. Her options were a piece of jewelry or, the clearly more tempting offer, the powers of a great beast. The jewel tempted her greatly, something about it seemed to call to her, yet she knew what was the greater reward.

She had claimed she would take the great phoenix they had just slaughtered, by some kind of unbelievable feat, for her own personal pet upon her exit of the dungeon. If the creature no longer drew breath there was only one path left for her to keep her word. “The phoenix. I claim its power, its immortality, if I’m to become a great beast like you offer.” She spoke, voice steady and determined as her eyes remained locked onto the djinn.

Solomon's Proxy · 22 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 06/10/21, 04:33 pm

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

He would only say one thing left to the angry king "It is that rejection, not of faith but of the chance your virtue is not what you believe. We are all wrong at some point, and it is that which allows for strength, there is no power without flaws." His voice would burn, a fire letting out its roar as it burned up the last of its' fuel.

The Djinns eyes were but dying coals as the dungeon began to crumble. Stone would crash next to him but in his last moments the question his king had asked trapped him. If it was a sign of his life, a symbol of himself it would not be of weapons or treasures. For him, it was the bronze brace that kept him safe. He wore it on his right arm as protection, it helped out in a lot of fistfights and intercepted plenty of blows. He wasn't sure if this was what he wished, but he would offer it to the young man.

"This is my symbol, many choose a weapon, I do not blame you if you wish something for your bow or craft. However, if you wish this is my symbol, the bracers which kept me protected."

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He would give him the option to choose that or something of his own. Either way, he would find himself entering the vessel chosen. It was often that djinn couldn't give the most detail. It was obvious how confusion had painted Bass' face. Marchosias could only hope he made the right choice. The kindness and strength that shined from him had great potential. As his magic would begin to quiet for the moment the portals to exit would only grow wider. It was their last look at the dungeon, at this relic of the past. He had seen a lot in his time, now it was time for him to witness a new king.

Bass Mikiaru · 23 Re: Marchosias- The Final Flame [Necropolis-Chamber] 05/02/22, 09:59 am

Bass Mikiaru

C-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(150/150)

It had seemed the Djinn had made his choice, a pair of bracers were brought before him. He was unsure how he would indeed use them effectively though he was sure with the help of his Djinn and determination that he would soon be able to learn how to use this gift to its fullest. "I see then it is perfect! I wish for you to enjoy the vessel you will stay in. Let's make the world safer together!" Bass looked around at those he had fought alongside and was glad he had not battled with any of them. He had stalled long enough, Bass quickly dashed for the exit of the Dungeon taking the portal back to where he had thought he was entering an Inn. He had learned his lesson, random buildings in odd places were probably not Inn.

-Exit-