Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 22, 2018 22:48:42 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
with an arrogant slightly annoyed demeanor, stood defiantly and unaffected by the rushing winds and howls of specters. This was Mordred Vargo, a death dealer and one highly accustomed to the wailing dead and the dread they could inspire. The smell of death about Tyr was a fragrant effervescence Mordred had known since childhood.
Tyr materialized a few yards away and opposite of his position in the center of the 'Arena', adorned in chains, that were twined multiple times about his chest. Mordred took note that at his waist was a belt made of oddly colored bones, and under it hung a cloth which moved like the shadow's twitching. The god also wore on his hands gauntlets. The gauntlets caused Mordred to assume, Tyr was a melee warrior and possibly wielded magic. The Usurper took the pause from the god and initiated the confrontation.
He would flex his hands wide and speak a long dead arcane language that allowed him to manipulate the components of death and entropy. The belt Tyr wore that was made of bone, Mordred would attempt to manipulate. If his arcane prowess was sufficient, he would cause the bone to reform itself into thick piercing shards that sought to rip into and pierce Tyr's midsection if he didn't remove the garment.
The battle veteran in Mordred would only use the initial contortion of bone, if successful, only to distract the Black King.
His true action would be to use the split reactionary second Tyr would have to show, to cause darkness to envelope his form completely. The darkness would then split apart into six various pools of black, which were then seen about the arena a mere twenty yards apart and away from Tyr. Around the inky darkness light would be dampened and multiple images of Mordred would be produced, confusing an attacker as to which image to strike and which was actually the Usurper himself. (post 1)
Tyr materialized a few yards away and opposite of his position in the center of the 'Arena', adorned in chains, that were twined multiple times about his chest. Mordred took note that at his waist was a belt made of oddly colored bones, and under it hung a cloth which moved like the shadow's twitching. The god also wore on his hands gauntlets. The gauntlets caused Mordred to assume, Tyr was a melee warrior and possibly wielded magic. The Usurper took the pause from the god and initiated the confrontation.
He would flex his hands wide and speak a long dead arcane language that allowed him to manipulate the components of death and entropy. The belt Tyr wore that was made of bone, Mordred would attempt to manipulate. If his arcane prowess was sufficient, he would cause the bone to reform itself into thick piercing shards that sought to rip into and pierce Tyr's midsection if he didn't remove the garment.
The battle veteran in Mordred would only use the initial contortion of bone, if successful, only to distract the Black King.
His true action would be to use the split reactionary second Tyr would have to show, to cause darkness to envelope his form completely. The darkness would then split apart into six various pools of black, which were then seen about the arena a mere twenty yards apart and away from Tyr. Around the inky darkness light would be dampened and multiple images of Mordred would be produced, confusing an attacker as to which image to strike and which was actually the Usurper himself. (post 1)
September 23, 2018
Tyranius<time class="timestampCozy-2hLAPV" datetime="1537675315199" style="font-size: 0.75rem; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-left: 0.3rem;">Today at 12:01 AM</time>
the belt was actually the bones of many powerful mages who's bodies had been disfigured by magic, the belt itself had been made with the intention to protect the user and itself from magic. Knowing Mordred was a powerful Spellcaster and a master Necromancer he had chosen this belt specifically to draw his attention to it and use the ease of it as a target to draw him in, the belts power flared and activated the runes carved by claw into the bones themselves. The belt activated and repelled Mordred's first attempt to be manipulated into a weapon against Tyr, at there activation one of the bones changed to a deathly red from a blue.
He reached up grasping the ends of chains the that lay on his chest they came to life slithering and pooling at his feet, with a flick of his arms he twisted and they ignited hot and black the black flames of Purgatory ignited along there length flames that never went out, and a genetic trait he adopted from his own father to control them. He whipped the chains about creating a swath of flame around him he himself standing in the middle, but in the process he sought out Mordred and limited his actual movements, the chance of the attack landing was random he did not know which one was real yet, but he did move through his own flames, having been thrown into and reborn in them afforded him this unique immunity to there power. <Post One>
He reached up grasping the ends of chains the that lay on his chest they came to life slithering and pooling at his feet, with a flick of his arms he twisted and they ignited hot and black the black flames of Purgatory ignited along there length flames that never went out, and a genetic trait he adopted from his own father to control them. He whipped the chains about creating a swath of flame around him he himself standing in the middle, but in the process he sought out Mordred and limited his actual movements, the chance of the attack landing was random he did not know which one was real yet, but he did move through his own flames, having been thrown into and reborn in them afforded him this unique immunity to there power. <Post One>
Mordred Vargo<time class="timestampCozy-2hLAPV" datetime="1537677162041" style="font-size: 0.75rem; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-left: 0.3rem;">Today at 12:32 AM</time>
was obfuscated but observed carefully as the belts power flared and activated the runes that were carved by claw into the bones themselves. The belt activated and repelled Mordred's first attempt to be manipulated as a weapon against Tyr. The God reacted, allowing the success of Mordred multiple image spell to be cast.
Tyr would then grasp the ends of the chains that lay on his chest, bringing them to life. The god would flick his arms igniting the length of chain. Causing them to become hot and blacken with the flames of Purgatory. The length of chain was ignited with a flame that never went out, a genetic trait he adopted from his own father. Fool.
Tyr then whipped the chains about creating a swath of flame around himself standing in the middle, but in the process he sought out Mordred.
The six images of Mordred would begin to actually step into the oncoming path of the whirling black flames. This would be a lesson for Tyr. Mordred had gone to hell to master the power of the Black Flames. His father was Mordred's uncle, and most hated rival. The upstart actually sought to use against him, in a clumsy fashion something he had prepared to endure against a far better wielder and opponent. The black flamed chains struck two of the images as they spun snuffing them out instantly. The third image struck was actually Mordred.
The force of the blow, not the flames caused Mordred to stagger slightly, but he would still manage to catch hold of them, suffering no damage from the black flames only the bludgeoning affect of being hit by swung metal.
The entropic physical properties Mordred possessed, caused the metal of the chains to corrode rapidly, oxidizing them into a brittle red dust, making the metal useless now. (c)
Tyr would then grasp the ends of the chains that lay on his chest, bringing them to life. The god would flick his arms igniting the length of chain. Causing them to become hot and blacken with the flames of Purgatory. The length of chain was ignited with a flame that never went out, a genetic trait he adopted from his own father. Fool.
Tyr then whipped the chains about creating a swath of flame around himself standing in the middle, but in the process he sought out Mordred.
The six images of Mordred would begin to actually step into the oncoming path of the whirling black flames. This would be a lesson for Tyr. Mordred had gone to hell to master the power of the Black Flames. His father was Mordred's uncle, and most hated rival. The upstart actually sought to use against him, in a clumsy fashion something he had prepared to endure against a far better wielder and opponent. The black flamed chains struck two of the images as they spun snuffing them out instantly. The third image struck was actually Mordred.
The force of the blow, not the flames caused Mordred to stagger slightly, but he would still manage to catch hold of them, suffering no damage from the black flames only the bludgeoning affect of being hit by swung metal.
The entropic physical properties Mordred possessed, caused the metal of the chains to corrode rapidly, oxidizing them into a brittle red dust, making the metal useless now. (c)
(c) Revealed now, Mordred spat the incantation he had poised on his lips which would cause the remaining shadow images of himself to charge at Tyr. One from behind, another from the left and the third from the right. Being merely twenty yards away the shadows quickly closed the gap and sought to touch the God. Three images, six hands...each filled with an explosive entropic energy that if contacted with, would sap the physical strength of the God possibly weakening his physical capabilities to the point that even moving would then be labored. (post 2)(e)
Tyranius<time class="timestampCozy-2hLAPV" datetime="1537679215661" style="font-size: 0.75rem; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-left: 0.3rem;">Today at 1:06 AM</time>
as clarified he did not just go into hell and master a power his father had, he had been born and bathed in it and it had become part of the process that gave Birth To Tyranius. In way's no simple training could ever hope to give Mordred, at his will the Black Flames altered changing to a dark crimson on the battlefield Tyr had evolved the power given to him changing it, adapting it to overcome what his father had given to the world as the Black Flames of Purgatory, Were now the "Crimson Fires of Tyranny" the fire began to spread it began to melt the Arena floor it grew hotter and hotter and it did not stop it exceeded past the resistances of the Black flames.
Tyr only had one course of option to avoid the images of Mordred he leapt across the Arena at Mordred. Tyr had immunity to the black flames but the now red ones that spread had encased his own body, bringing his arms forward, the dust of the chains Mordred had just destroyed, flew towards Mordred seeking to prevent him from Spellcasting and knocking Tyr out of the air. His chains might have been gone but no matter the form they held he was still the master of them. His leap would bring him crashing directly into Mordred if he did not choose to move or alter his location. His target chosen because the chains had struck him and he had not disappeared.
The process had not left Tyr entirely unscathed however one of Mordred Clones had grazed Tyr as he leapt, he felt his strength Sapped not all of it, but enough to make a noticeable difference, his face became a bit more gaunt as did his body but momentum had already been made. <Second post>
Tyr only had one course of option to avoid the images of Mordred he leapt across the Arena at Mordred. Tyr had immunity to the black flames but the now red ones that spread had encased his own body, bringing his arms forward, the dust of the chains Mordred had just destroyed, flew towards Mordred seeking to prevent him from Spellcasting and knocking Tyr out of the air. His chains might have been gone but no matter the form they held he was still the master of them. His leap would bring him crashing directly into Mordred if he did not choose to move or alter his location. His target chosen because the chains had struck him and he had not disappeared.
The process had not left Tyr entirely unscathed however one of Mordred Clones had grazed Tyr as he leapt, he felt his strength Sapped not all of it, but enough to make a noticeable difference, his face became a bit more gaunt as did his body but momentum had already been made. <Second post>
Mordred Vargo<time class="timestampCozy-2hLAPV" datetime="1537680890514" style="font-size: 0.75rem; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-left: 0.3rem;">Today at 1:34 AM</time>
would have applauded Tyr if he was not intent upon ending the God. Tyr had evolved not only the black flames but also amplified their powers and affects. Now crimson flames of Tyranny, Mordred fell back under the withering heat as the God lunged at him.
Seized upon, Mordred knew a contingency spell he had woven into his robes would then be activated. Tyr's strength was still immense even though a lone shadow image contacted him. Held fast, a rune ascribed on Mordred's robes flared into existence with deadly arcane power.
An eldritch blast of force erupted from Mordred then, encasing his body within a dampening field of repellent negative energy. Being held though, Tyr would have to either accept the full force of impact from the reactionary strike or release his hold. The proximity and magnitude of the blast would possibly catch even a god off guard. The field he was encased in had a twofold affect. It sought to repel Tyr while also shielding Mordred potentially from the fire that began to spread and melt the Arena floor.
Mordred would not wait for the outcome, he had been latched onto by a behemoth of a God.
"Witherin Kal Dun" He spat into the face of the God, causing the black soul searing Miasma he was known to exude, to flow from his mouth directly into the face of the Black King.
Tyr had three options, be repelled and release Mordred. Hold tight and suffer the full impact of both the Miasma and the negative repellent force, or possibly find away to maneuver past necromantic energies. Two of the options seemed impossible since the God had jumped onto Mordred.(post 3)
Seized upon, Mordred knew a contingency spell he had woven into his robes would then be activated. Tyr's strength was still immense even though a lone shadow image contacted him. Held fast, a rune ascribed on Mordred's robes flared into existence with deadly arcane power.
An eldritch blast of force erupted from Mordred then, encasing his body within a dampening field of repellent negative energy. Being held though, Tyr would have to either accept the full force of impact from the reactionary strike or release his hold. The proximity and magnitude of the blast would possibly catch even a god off guard. The field he was encased in had a twofold affect. It sought to repel Tyr while also shielding Mordred potentially from the fire that began to spread and melt the Arena floor.
Mordred would not wait for the outcome, he had been latched onto by a behemoth of a God.
"Witherin Kal Dun" He spat into the face of the God, causing the black soul searing Miasma he was known to exude, to flow from his mouth directly into the face of the Black King.
Tyr had three options, be repelled and release Mordred. Hold tight and suffer the full impact of both the Miasma and the negative repellent force, or possibly find away to maneuver past necromantic energies. Two of the options seemed impossible since the God had jumped onto Mordred.(post 3)
Tyranius<time class="timestampCozy-2hLAPV" datetime="1537682514810" style="font-size: 0.75rem; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-left: 0.3rem;">Today at 2:01 AM</time>
he took the blast to the face and dug his hands into the ward...his belt began to rapidly turn the bones red, his hood was broken it blew back in tatters revealing the gods new face and eyes, the eyes bore into Mordred through the barrier, a Pennant Stare of Sin and Mordred was full of it, all of his sin all for him to relive and suffer with.
Tyr's face was blow off, his cheek gone, revealing the maw that was his mouth, blood seeped down his neck as he slowly brought his arms forward pushing against the magic's of the Wards his robe was emitting he took it all the damage the repelling force slid him back and he pushed back against it the muscles in his body tensing and ripping veins bulged but his gaze never stopped staring into Mordred even if he won his fight against Tyranius he would never forget it, it would be seared into his mind, the God he had exchanged banter with was now gone, the True Tyranius Emerged.
The belt's bones turned all red, all the magic it could take had filled it and staring Mordred Dead in the face He roared, filling the Arena with the Crimson flames of Tyranny grew with his rage engulfing him until he was nothing but an inferno, the heat rose until it was like they were encased in the heat of the sun. The Arena sought to protect it's watchers. <C>
Tyr's face was blow off, his cheek gone, revealing the maw that was his mouth, blood seeped down his neck as he slowly brought his arms forward pushing against the magic's of the Wards his robe was emitting he took it all the damage the repelling force slid him back and he pushed back against it the muscles in his body tensing and ripping veins bulged but his gaze never stopped staring into Mordred even if he won his fight against Tyranius he would never forget it, it would be seared into his mind, the God he had exchanged banter with was now gone, the True Tyranius Emerged.
The belt's bones turned all red, all the magic it could take had filled it and staring Mordred Dead in the face He roared, filling the Arena with the Crimson flames of Tyranny grew with his rage engulfing him until he was nothing but an inferno, the heat rose until it was like they were encased in the heat of the sun. The Arena sought to protect it's watchers. <C>
Mordred would feel the crest of magic break as the Belt Exploded with all the collected Arcane force it had been sucking up exploding with all the magical energies unleashed between them up until this moment. If nothing it would shatter and break the Arena but it was a sacrificial and deadly blow, that wards might not even stand a chance against, Tyr was thrown back from the blast itself slammed into the far wall like a comet shattering stone, he pulled himself free he rose his rib's were broken his cheek's were both now missing and his arm was dislocated. His naturally hardened armorlike skin had been a saving grace, but even pieces of it had cracked and broken.
But he stood none the less this fight was not over yet. The Issue before Tyranius was did his belt do anything. It was gone. He waited to see the lack of or extent of Damage, the Flames of Tyranny flickering over his body. <E> <Post Three>
But he stood none the less this fight was not over yet. The Issue before Tyranius was did his belt do anything. It was gone. He waited to see the lack of or extent of Damage, the Flames of Tyranny flickering over his body. <E> <Post Three>
Mordred Vargo<time class="timestampCozy-2hLAPV" datetime="1537684218637" style="font-size: 0.75rem; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-left: 0.3rem;">Today at 2:30 AM</time>
had wounded a god. He knew he could never kill Tyr. The divine entity he had once carried himself, would not allow itself... to be snuffed that easily. He watched as the new God was finally revealed.
Dead white eyes locked equally with the gaze of the evil divinity. Past met present. Well done Tyr. Tyr had evolved into his own being and stood toe to toe with the true boogeyman of Tyran.
Weapon's gone, and admit it or not, humbled... the God Tyr thought Mordred would now relent. Mordred knew then he had pushed the god more than Tyr had ever expected. He saw doubt, fear even...but none the less Tyr had evolved and surpassed his weak father.
The flames that engulfed EVERYTHING, Mordred opened his arms to and felt them burn away his arcane wards and begin to singe his flesh. Divine power on this level not even Mordred could withstand. The arena would forever be scorched after this.
Mordred would do something then that only he could and to truly spite Tyr.
He shunted the flames and burns he should have suffered onto Monet only suffering minor damage. Mordred knew she would take the damage to save him. He laughed wickedly. This entire conflict revolved around Monet, if Tyr's cataclysmic strike would end Mordred it would also end what Tyr wanted. Mordred never lost.
Singed and gasping for air due to the heat sapping all oxygen from the atmosphere Mordred called one final spell into existence.(c)
Dead white eyes locked equally with the gaze of the evil divinity. Past met present. Well done Tyr. Tyr had evolved into his own being and stood toe to toe with the true boogeyman of Tyran.
Weapon's gone, and admit it or not, humbled... the God Tyr thought Mordred would now relent. Mordred knew then he had pushed the god more than Tyr had ever expected. He saw doubt, fear even...but none the less Tyr had evolved and surpassed his weak father.
The flames that engulfed EVERYTHING, Mordred opened his arms to and felt them burn away his arcane wards and begin to singe his flesh. Divine power on this level not even Mordred could withstand. The arena would forever be scorched after this.
Mordred would do something then that only he could and to truly spite Tyr.
He shunted the flames and burns he should have suffered onto Monet only suffering minor damage. Mordred knew she would take the damage to save him. He laughed wickedly. This entire conflict revolved around Monet, if Tyr's cataclysmic strike would end Mordred it would also end what Tyr wanted. Mordred never lost.
Singed and gasping for air due to the heat sapping all oxygen from the atmosphere Mordred called one final spell into existence.(c)
Tyr's exposed cheek bones and broken arms would again be subject to foul corrupting magics just as the belt had been initially. Now used up the the garment was merely a fashion piece and could no longer protect Tyr. If successful Mordred's arcane dominance would cause Tyr'a facial structure to liquefy. His exposed broken bones would try to reject the flesh that encased them, essentially tearing what remained of his skeletal structure free of his body. Mordred collapsed then having expended his most terrifying power upon the god.(e)
Tyranius<time class="timestampCozy-2hLAPV" datetime="1537685041732" style="font-size: 0.75rem; letter-spacing: 0px; margin-left: 0.3rem;">Today at 2:44 AM</time>
Tyr had felt pain before endless amounts of it down in his rebirth but having ones Flesh and Bone reject each other was on a level even the god could not would not comprehend until it happened, he felt the corrupting magic take hold and at this distance he could not tell that Mordred had shunted the brunt of the Damage to Monet. He fought the Corruption however contained it, to parts of his body with his own power, his arm fell to the floor, as did the flesh of the bottom half of his face a grizzly image his eyes were rent with pain he staggered forward through the pain his eyes loosing there focus he staggered to Mordred on the Arena Floor stood over him..then knelt put his hand on the Usurper, collapsing. Surprisingly Tyr was heavy and Tyr was still on fire but Mordred might still resist the slowly fading Crimson Flames of Tyranny as He lost consciousness. <Final Post>.
