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Post by Amika on Sept 4, 2018 10:52:45 GMT -8
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:The time has finally passed, all the planning had finally come to fruition. There was a few things that was changed, due to the breach that occurred recently, but everything was made. The hills to the south that was described contained a black themed manner. There was cloaked ghoulish looking figures prowling around. The Maner had an odd essence of magic illuminated in the area. Standing at the gate where the entrance was Crimson the messenger who sent for Amika. He would wait patiently knowing that Amika was to come to day to take part in the ceremony, that was inside. He would be her guide. Amika:Appeared before the gate in her usual mode of travel. The ground opened up in a deep chasm as fire and ash spewed from the wound. Amika stood there as the ground healed itself as if it were never torn. Beside her was two Hellhounds. Looking about with cautious eyes. Ready for anyone who deamed a threat.
"So this is the place." she mused as shr began to walk to the gate itself. The Hounds falling into step beside her. The demoness wore her usual clothings of pants,boots and top along with her Temple robes. Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:The man looked amused by her entrance and didn't seem surprised she brought what was presumed to be her bodyguards. He would speaking, "Greetings Amika, I see you are quite punctual." He would turn around, "Follow me, I will take you to see my Master, he will be elated to see you." He would turn around and would walk to the doors and would push on it and it would slowly opening up. The hallway leading in, seemed rather one way, but the hallways had doors to other presumed locations. There was pictures of various dark figures in Tyran. The Manor would also seem to be naturally hot."
Amika:eyes fell upon the man who greeted her and nodded. Bowing her head softly to his words. "Punctuality is a necessary." she responded softly as she would follow him as the hounds walked with her. The hotness of the manor didn't faze her in the slightest. Emerald hues glanced about as she went, taking note of what was about her. Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Eventually she would come across others who was waiting along the hallways in similar attire. Each one of them having somewhat similar appearances to him. Eventually they would come to a door that had two cross blades on the door. He spoke, "Finally we are here. " He would push the door open and there would be a chapel main room area with seats lined up with various crimson cloaked figures sitting in the chair. Standing towards the altar seems two be a semi tallish figure, wearing black robes. The feeling of magic in the air felt the strongest in this area. Behind him was a humanoid in rags. He had black hair , brown skin, and he at least appeared malnourished. His arms was tied up. Apparrently he was going to be the sacrifice for the event. He seemed to just be there seemingly standing merely by the robes the chains that binded him. The chains seemed to connect to the ceiling. The persons eyes was closed as he looked like he barely had any strength. The cloaked figure spoke in a dark voice, "So Amika has graced us with your presence, please come in the ceremony will begin shortly."
Amika:took in the sights of the scene. An absolute gruesome feeling washed over her and she relished in every aspect of the feeling. She strode forward towards the person speaking. Noting the one that was chained up. "I thank you for inviting me to this ceremony. I am sorry if I had failed in knowing what this ceremony is for besides what appears to be a sacrifice towards Tyr for his good graces.." she mused as her ruby lips pulled upwards in a smirk.
The Hounds beside her growled softly. Always vigilant. "I take it you are the Master who summoned me." This whole scene reminded her of a wedding of some sorts.
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:The cloaked man spoke, "Oh, me the master, no." There was a few moments of silence, before steps to the side and a smile formed on his face, "Master is behind me!" Soon the eyes of the chained figured opened. The moment his eyes opened the area seemed to grow haze. The strong essence of magic seemed to fizzle out, and the entire area seemed to change. It seemed illusionary magic was at play here. The area went from the appearance of a dark chapel, to a holy chapel. The ground was full of holy symbols. While the chains that bonded Ronnie seemed to shattered. White chains emerged out of the ground and the walls. Most of the chains went to attempt to wrap around and bind her hell-hound companions with chains laced with the power of holy. The power was tampered down to the point that it's aim would not to kill them, but to attempt to weakened and bind them. Obviously Amika would be targeted by chains as well, some would emerge from beneath her feet attempting to bind her legs. There will be more aimed to bound her body. The formerly chained figure would change slightly, his malnourished body would look slim and muscular and it was no other than Ronnie. The man she presumed was a master was now in a white cloak as was all the other guest. The man first believed to be the boss was Matthew, the spell caster of the group. Unlike most others he seemed to observing the surroundings apparently looking to see if that woman he met earlier was lurking around somewhere. Ronnie seemed quiet as he seemed interested to see if everything will work according to plan. Amika:twitched a finger as the illusion was revealed. A trap had been sent to her. The Hellhounds were captured with ease. She cared not for their lives. "A trap set to capture me? I should be flattered." she laughed. She heard the chains and jumped out of their grasp. Moving to dodge them. "Oh so this is fun...." she laughed as she summoned a dark magic and moved to shatter every one of those chains. "You dont know who I am very well..." Her horns upon her head began to grow. Spiraling about her like ram's horns.
One chain found purchase about her arm. The sizzle of holy upon her evil skin was heard, sounding like an egg frying upon a pan. She only laughed at the pain. A simple flick to the chain caused the piece to corrode and fall apart. "You have sealed your own demise..." she looked straight to Ronnie now. "And you...the brains behind this affair...I must applaud you....such an extravagant display of illusion for one simple demon." She was far from simple. Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie smirked as he knew capturing Amika would not be as easy at that. Ronnie smirk, "Overconfident." Ronnie raised his hands Eventually all the men and women and white would all raise their hands. Soon a spell of Holy was released. There was about thirty or so of them in the room. Soon spiraling of l,ights shot out their hands and danced around the room. The would spiral in different area's. It was apparrent the goal was to send multiple strikes at Amika from all directions making it difficult for her to dodge. None of the attacks was put with enough to attempt to kill her. If she would be struck, she would probable know that the intention was to capture her. She would also feeling around her a stronger veiling of light illuminating the air. Emerging in Ronnie's hands appear to be four light needles between his fingers while all this was going on. There was some attention to make sure the hellhounds was properly bounded. Amika:laughed, Only laughed at the pain. She grew in height from her usual 5'7 stance to a 9 foot demon. Cloven hooves formed as black wings sprouted from her back. They would feel her power nearly triple than what it once was. Fire erupted around her body as well as others around her caught on fire. The spiraling lights found their spots and only tickled. "Oh come on..." she laughed as she literally took hold of each chain connected to her and took the white men for a spinning ride around the room. Swinging them like a lasso. "You know you need to do better than that...." As she glared at each one with red glowing eyes.
"This was fun....but now...I must go..." The lines moved to slack as she began to disappear. The hellhounds would stay. A simple sacrifice for their master. It was clear that they needed to up their game if they were going to capture her.
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie smirks a bit as any chains she grabbed ahold of the men in white would quickly release. A llowing her to knock many down by swinging the chains. Amika would find it difficult to use her powers to vanish out though, as a light barrier would be illuminating around the place while he spent time using his followers as her play things. Ronnie saw many scattered and many injured from trying to deal with her."Your true form." Ronnie looked at Matthew and he would nod. He would pull out a white book and would begin to chant. Ronnie yells, "NO MORE HOLDING BACK!" Ronnie had the advantage, Amika was now in a domain of light." The men and women, which was about half that was in good condition to fight, drew out white staffs and all aimed it at her. The presence of light seemed to be gettting stronger. If she wanted to escape she would have to do so physically, They where also in the center of the maner, there was an attic on the ceiling, there was a basement below and many rooms along the side for her to force through if she wanted to escape. Ronnie was unsure if the presence of light strengthening the chains on the hell hounds will eventually kill them but because Amika cared nothing about them, their fates was probable sealed. In that moment when the able body men and women of fifteen raised their staffs, a far more powerful holy spell, would be launched at her from fifteen different angles, 3 to the right, 3 to the left, 3 below, three up top and one straight to her. Meanwhile, Ronnie begins throwing his light needles at various walls, 7 different walls, North, south, east, west, northeast/west, one at the ground. The last needle was launched at Amika, whereever she was after the initial barrage of level4 Light magic spell. The one's that pelted her before was around level 2, so these spells was twice as powerful.
Amika:'s mark began to glow a hot white. Signalling Tyr the danger she was in. The holy spells finally caused her to cry out in pain but she laughed all the same. Their efforts were at the moment winning. Her true form couldn't last long as she fought. Soon, her form shrunk to her normal form as she panted for breath. They had done it....they had captured the demoness. The High Priestess of Tyr's Church....They should know what ire they had brought upon themselves now. She sat, knelt upon her knees as she panted, trembling as her powers were spent after her transformation "You have...doomed yourselves..." she panted out with laughter Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie would smile as eventually she was slowing down. He even managed to strike her with his dart, that would come in handy lanter, considering she didn't dodge it. Ronnie walks over to it, "You think I care about your master, after what he did to Lord Tempest, drawing his ire was an inevitability, now you are going to tell me everything you know about him, your title as a high priestess matters not as you are evil." Even as Ronnie spoke They would swirl the wands and would launch level 4 holy enc hanted chains to attempt to bound her while Ronnie spoke to her. Ronnie even cautiously walked towards her during this ordeal. Ronnie knew eventually Tyr will come, but he will get his intel one way or another, "Also there is an easy way and a hard way."
Amika:was hit with the dart but only laughed. "I wont tell you shit..." she spat at him. She felt the chains bind her "You should know by now, the hard way.." she laughed softly. She would not tell the secrets he was asking for.
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie continues walking, "I thought as much." She would notice his hands was beginning to illuminate a bright white. Ronnie spoke, "I take it you, you know of the Brteuil power, the light that devours the dark. We devour our enemies dark essence and make their powers our own. You can call it using evil to defeat evil. The point being, I can direct my power and devour your dark memories of Tyr, obviously ripping these memories out of you would cause you to probable lose memories both you cherish and would be happy to forget, who knows. If none of your memories, both recent and old mean nothing to you, I suppose using this method will not be to bad." Ronnie turns head to Matthew for a moment, "I am ready whenever you give the signal." Ronnie nods, "good." He stops a few feet from Amika, "So, still the hard way, please choose the hard way." Amika:laughed. Only laughed. She looked to Ronnie with an evil glare. "Go fck yourself." she spat as she attempted to lunge at him even with the chains. She would not give in.* Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie whiped off the nasty glob of spat upon him, " Ok, hard way it is. Ronnie moves his hand towards her forehead. The men added on to the spell, to strengthen it more on her to help with her resistance that was making it difficult to keep her contain. If Ronnie's hand would manage to touch Amika's head, she would suddenly feel as if her very brain and mind was being chewed and ripped on as Ronnie would be aiming to forcefully devour all of her memories regarding Tyr, he wanted intel regarding how Tyr thinks according to Amika, his typical behaviors, what he likes, dislikes, favorite tactics, what does he care for, what does he hate. Any intel he can use to his advantage. It is possible Amika will gain these memories back, but also a good chance she won't. Ronnie figures she didn't care about her memories or at least Tyr mattered to her more than her memories and the state they will be once he is done. Amika:Ronnie would me met with a massive shock of energy as he touched her head. He would find that access to her mind wasn't as easy as he would thought. All her memories and information he sought would be unable to be reached. She cried out in pain as he would most likely feel the pain too. She would not give in
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie winces some as he says, "I see you are indeed a powerful demon, but I won't be denied, Tempest memory will not be denied." Ronnie leered coldly and only gripped her head tighter. It was expected she would resist, but Ronnie would clinch his teeth in the pain and would continue trying to forcefully steal her memories. Meanwhile, Ronnie Cohorts would continue channeling bits more to their spells power, wanting to further weaken Amika's body with Holy, so that it would possibly help take some fight out of her. "Yield monster!"
Amika:as much as they tried, they would not gain any information from her by force. She cried out in pain "You will not win! By Tyr's graces you will not win.." she laughed softly. "Tyr will take your souls....all you...." She reached up and tried to grab onto Ronnie's hand....If she grabbed onto him. He would feel a massive pain of darkness as it began to flood into his body. The black would spread up onto his arm. A blight she had learned from Mordred herself. Through trail and error.
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Post by Amika on Sept 4, 2018 11:28:19 GMT -8
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie would not bulge and because most of his subordinates was more focusing on weakening her than bonding her, it made it possible for her to barely grip ahold of his hand. "what is....." Ronnie screams out at the darkness, it probable wasn't as massive as she was hoping as the thick presence of light would weaken her dark powers, but it was still enough to hit Ronnie beginning to cause him to lose focus on what he was doing. Ronnie would begin laughing, a creepy type of laugh. His powers begin to get out of control in the presence of so much darkness in his body, his blood began to boil. The light flooding out his body as a defense mechanism. Ronnie felt a surge of power, his power that devours darkness was bassically now being fed into him. Ronnie's not only hand, but his body was illuminating first white, but the light was beginning to dim closer to a gray color, especially with Ronnie not having his optimal focus, "hahaha, you want me to eat you don't you, hahahaha Delicious!"Some of Ronnie's followers seemed to be slightly creeped out by Ronnie's personality change, but continued to try and keep Amika down, figuring her to be presently the bigger threat." Amika:laughed softly as she began to slowly stand. Pulling against the chains. "No...you're not going to eat me. That isn't something you're supposed and allowed to do..." She kept her hand upon him. Feeding him more and more darkness. "You will become my servant....." She laughed as she trembled from the strain. "You will become Tyr's servant.....you will serve him as you will me.." she pushed more and more into him. Using the distraction of him to gain the advantage.
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Some of the others begin to get iup. The time passing made many of the current ones tired from channeling magic and many was inexperience, this made it easier for Amika to get up. Flooding more darkness into Ronnie, made Ronnie eyes glow, it initially flashed dark for a moment, it seemed like her power was working, but soon Ronnie's shirt burnt open and the a white crystal rock glowed, brightly, and the excessive darkness seemed to be drawing out of Ronnie, meanwhile the remaining, was feeding Ronnie's power. Ronnie other hand forms dragon like claws, but it wasn't just light, Ronnie had subconciously used Dragon bonds with his light and lightning crackled around Ronnie's hand and would attempt to slam his hands into Amika's stomach, and would do what she was doing to him, by flooding light into her, except his light wouldn't feel like burns it would feel like she had teeth forming in her and was attempting to consume her, so it was a matter of Will Ronnie eventually be overwhelmed or will Amika be devoured. Ronnie chuckles, "Evil Monster, don't you remember Light conquers evil, I see you don't want to surrender your memories, fine, I will just make you apart of me, instead of losing memories, maybe you want to lose everything, FUN!" Ronnie laughs manically, Your power will make me stronger, your delicious evil power, I can't help to feast more, maybe I won't kill you, right away." Amika:gasped as she felt his hand rip into her stomach. The pain was incrediable but still she did not yeild. "Then we will die together......" she took a hold of him as she began to feed more into him. They were fighting to gain control of the other. "Light cannot exist without dakrness......we are the ying of the yang...." she breathed out as she began to grow limp in his grasp..."I...will..not Yield...and you...will not...pass..." she grinned Baracus:Baracus knew the instant his beloved was in danger, the ring she wore as her engagement ring was forged by Baracus and allowed him to track his fiancee no matter where she was. Soon as he felt her fear he shadowed to the church where he felt Dawn was. Securing her and making sure his daughter was safe...he then engulfed in a fire from purgatory materialized wherever Amika was. Axe drawn and ready to whip anyone's ass in his way.
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Baracas would find as he was attempting to materialize where Amika was, his power would be initially bounced and he would findhimself instead of beside Amika he was outside of the Chapel. There was a white light wall, that prevented all dark creatures from leaving or going in. If he would take the time to observe his surroundings he would see people in white chanting, they were obviously the ones keeping it up. Around each there was responsible there was three skilled warriors around them to guard them from intruders, Baracas would have to take them down or try physically forcing himself through the light barrier one. Teleporting inside was not going to work. Meanwhile Ronnie chuckles as he rips his hands out having all of her blood and some of her insides on his hands, " He would then move his hand, "hahaha Ying Yang garbage only works on Enutral ground, you are in light's territory, why did you think I brought you here, The advantage is light, rather slow or long, you will fall. Soon the very walls, begin launching light holy spells at both Ronnie and Amika. The only difference is Ronnie was light affilitated and thus the holy spell only, further empowered him while it would aim to weaken Amika, not only that, Amika also had men and women using light spells on her. Amika was outmatched. Fortunately this might make Baracas decision to barge in easier as Ronnie would have to abstract light from the barrier to aid him in devouring Amika. Ronnie had all the advantage at least at the moment. Ronnie still did feel the pain and his body was slowing down, but with light on his side and in the area. Not to mention that Amika's darkness feed Ronnie's light and it didn't seem like Amika was feeding off his light. Everything was pointing to a single outcome unless someone stopped it. Ronnie weakly smile, "You feel your fate right Amika, all the sufferring you caused others will finally be repaid and Tyr will pay to for what he did to Tempest." Baracus:Baracus was not a dark entity, so the barrier in theory should not work against him. He was the God of Light at one time as well, so. Baracus:But knowing these villian types logic and history wouldnt change no matter the obstruction they forced upon others, So using his skills from centuries in the pit, and being the strongest person in the land...he would take 10 minutes and clear out the guards and light guys.
was weakening. The symbol of Tyr glew hot white upon her chest, above her heart. She laughed softly as blood pooled to her lips. "I dont...care.....what you say.....you signaled your...demise as soon...as you....captured me....Tyr...and Baracus...will avenge..." she felt herself go limp as she passed out against Ronnie. Unable to keep it up any longer. He would be instantly be assaulted with memories of her horrific past. Even viewing Tyr whipping her to near death. All her trageties....every single heartbreak....but no other information that he was seeking would he find....
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Post by Amika on Sept 4, 2018 12:26:47 GMT -8
Tyranius:Amika's Mark would burn, hot glowing red like a Brand freshly applied....Tyranius Approached. Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie breaths heavy and then finally got what he wanted, or at least so he thought. He clinched his head as through Amika down after getting what he wanted. It was at that point he looked to the side and saw the badass Axe wielding Baracas. He also noticed that the light walls had thinned as he seemingly knocked out all of the cohorts holding up the barrier that kept this place. Ronnie didn't have the stamina remaining to devour her. Ronnie fell to his knees, "Dang you wretched freak, these memories are going to haunt me for days to filter then. Soon Baracas would be surrounded by Ronnie's 30 or so men, They said, "who are you another evil monster!?" Amika:laid slack as the chains held her. Blood dripping from the gaping wound in her stomach. Some of her entrails onto the floor. She was still alive. Holding on. Baracus:Igniting his skin on fire, he dared the men to touch him. "Baracus, Former god of light, God of Neutrality, and God of Evil...You picked the wrong demoness to take." His fires were so intense they couldn't get within 10 ft of him. Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie yells, "Stay away, he is too powerful." Ronnie could also feel an uneasy feeling, "Heheh, Thank you mysterious one." Everyone backed away letting him to a path to Amika."Ronnie asks, "So, will you come for me or will you take Amika, she might die if not treated." Ronnie winces a bit in pain as he was adapting to these horrofic memories. He wonders how happy he will be when Amika comes to and she might have amnesia and not remember him, but then again Tyr magic may help preserve her memories, it didn't matter to him. Tyranius:he paused...stopping....looking outwards. Then lowered himself outside of Ronnie's Wards. He crossed his arms. But Kept Amika Alive through her mark, He turned slightly and looked at someone he did not expect..."Boy". Then Tyr gestured with his hand. Baracus:Amika, knew he loved her and as his son was close Baracus made his choice..."You, asshole. My son will tend to my fiancee."
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie looks upwards, "Look who the cat dragged in. Ronnie gazes at Matthew, now!" Matthew finishes his spell. Ronnie tossed a white needle into his arm. In that moment Matthew along with all Ronnie's unconcious and concious mena and women all vanished leaving Ronnie kneeling on the ground, looking at Baracas, "Bringing a child to a fight, I guess Evil cares not for its youth." Ronnie sighs some as he should of known that Tyr would show up but he expected him to come maybe a few moments later." Roark:when Tyr Gestured with his hands, Roark found himself standing Next to the God of Evil he turned drawing his sword...then turned towards the Wards Ronnie had erected around his little chapel. "What?" He looked through them sure, he saw Dead Bodies...He took in a deep breath he knew his mothers scent well enough her blood it was spilled. When the ward's dropped He charged in, Everyone seemed to be disappearing he stopped looking back at his Father with Hatred before he ran into the chapel. He came up behind Baracus stepping around him he glanced down at Ronnie...catching the tail end of his words "What have you done?" His eyes wild as he looked at Ronnie "Where is my mother, I can smell her blood!" Amika:was only held upright by the chains wrapped about her body. Roark would be able to see her, knelt there. Her innards now outwards, blood dripping from her mouth. Tyr's mark was the only thing keeping her alive at this point. Baracus:As Roark searched for Amika...Baracus would secure Ronnie making sure he didn't escape. He had attacked one of Tyr's..he was within his power to be dispatched by Tyr to dismantle Ronnie if deemed a threat to Tyran
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie smiles as he could still the power still flowing through his blood, the power that Amika gave him without realizing it. She thought she was turning him, but she was actually making him stronger, unfortunately his stamina was lacking for the change and needed time to recooperate his stamina some. Ronnie noticed another person, was Roark the son Baracas mention or another. Ronnie would tap into Amika's memories of him and possible even this Baracus, knowing they all have to be somehow connected. Ronnie end up taking more memories out of Amika than he wanted, but it was Amika's fault for being resistant. Somehow Baracas got his hands on him, but did nothing. Ronnie didn't resist yet, "So, going to get revenge for your mom, well she dealt with what she did because of Tyr, Tyr's actions is why your mother sufferred. Tyr thinks because he is a God he can do whatever he wants without repercusions, but life don't work that way."
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Post by Amika on Sept 4, 2018 12:30:09 GMT -8
Roark:he ignored Ronnie "Do not use my father as an Excuse to commits act's worse then the Temple commits, an Excuse is just that an Excuse, eventually everyone has to pay for there crime...are you ready to face Retribution, his eyes they cried he shed Tears "I feel nothing but pity for you're soul...because you truly know so little about what actually goes on this world". He approached Baracus to look Ronnie in the eyes he turned towards his Mother, he had a choice before him....a choice that could decide his fate..."Did he strike a weakened Ronnie for his actions against his mother...the woman who gave Birth to him or did he fight that urge deep inside of himself?" He turned to look at his Mother...and stopped swallowing....time seemed to slow for him, it was an odd feeling but he turned his back to Ronnie, slowly it felt like ages as he stepped towards his mother...his blood it rose at his call, he curled his hand into a fist he approached his mother and he made his own choice, a light curled over his form a bright light it started small but it grew fast, and bright like a Shinning Starlight to the very Goddess of Light and her Demi's let his presence be known, he touched Amika and the light grew brighter bright, until it would blind all in the church he raised his hand a weapon made completely of light in his hand and he brought it down on Amika touching her body, healing her. Amika:'s wounds began to heal untill her body lay slack in the chains before him. Her once shallow breath became normal as he succeeded his task. She would not awaken just yet but the danger of her passing had passed.
Baracus:Baracus was not as lenient as Roark. He drew his axe and brought it to Ronnies throat. "I should give you a chance to defend yourself...but you have in one move pissed off 2 demi gods, and a god..: He looked to the heavens. "As much as I hate being your instrument...what is the verdict?" If Tyr wanted him dead Baracus would step on the mans back and thrust his neck down upon the blade. Baracus desired blood...but Ronnies actions were against the temple before his personal reasons.
Roark:(Tyr) Lifted his hand to stop Baracus "Let the boy decide". He would nod at Roark.
Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie looks at Roark as he decided to lecture him on stuff that made no sense. He mutters at the end of his pratt, "Only if you had these memories." He watched as he approached him. Ronnie breath hastened wondering if this will be the end. Ronnie had strength but not yet the stamina to escape. He watched as he decided not to kill him, but to tend to his mother a noble act that left Ronnie confused. He wondered why he chose that path, but some of the memories gave him a bit of hint why. It seemed these guys had gotten comfortable about Ronnie. Chance after chance they had to possibly finish him and end the threat of him, but they were giving him the time he needed. Baracas even brought out an axe and instead of killing him there, he waited for permission. Ronnie noticed the light that emerged out of Roark form. Ronnie's body illuminated with light, clung to this light. This healing light, allowing this healing to restore a bit of damage he left. Ronnie says, "Decision no longer yours." Ronnie's body seems to vanish from Baracas grip, which was made easier as he had to use one hand to hold his axe. Ronnie body would reform against the west wal. Ronnie was glad he sent one of his light needles in different areas of these walls. He only needed a few more seconds, before he could make his next move, "You guys are strange, but know this is not over. Roark, I hope you learn just what kind of person your dad is, before its to late."
Roark:he tilted his head "I already know what he is, he is evil I fully Intend to end him when the time comes, what I do not plan to do is commits acts of so criminal I cross a line, there is a fine line between retribution and fanatical, especially on the side of the light, you crossed it". He looked down to his mother but moved to stand in front of her "The light is not about striking foes and destroying it is about perservering and not falling to the temptations laid out to you by evil, and today you fell to that....do you not see...I could have killed you, and I won't I have interest in committing murder, I know for a fact Tyr and Baracus and everyone who commits such acts, will get there's in the end they all do everyone has to pay for what they did even myself, even Sinead as a goddess, what matters is what you have to pay for...I can go peacefully knowing I didn't Murder someone into my grave...can you?" He hefted his weapon which was a sword the tip glowed golden with light "What I can agree to is a retribution". He stepped forward "Can you do the same?" He pointed the sword at Ronnie the tip grew Brighter he attacked "For Lights Honor, for the Glory of My goddess". Amika:moved softly at the restraints as she began to come to. She was healed physically but mentally she would need time. She was in all essance....mentally violated. Her eyes fluttered open as she heard her son's voice. She lifted her head up in time to see him attack Ronnie. Her eyes were clouded at first. "Someone....get...me out of these...chains..." she grimaced softlyy
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Post by Amika on Sept 4, 2018 12:56:49 GMT -8
Baracus:Baracus shook his head..."Kids now days talk too damn much." Ronnie had assaulted the temple, his fiancee, and Baracus was not going to stand by...the gods be damned...He split his long handled axe into two parts and threw the first ar Ronnie...the blade hurling for the cowards chest, and while he dealt with that Baracus closed the gap to strike next with the other one after seeing what Ronnies choice was going to be. (Screw it...lets Fight.) Ronnie Breteuil/Crimson:Ronnie smiles as he listens to the nonsense he no doubt learned from the corrupt teachings of the temple. He sound like a page of Sinead and Tyr. It was more resolve in him that all temples where in essence the same, the same foolish logic, the inconsistencies, the wasted time speaking. He let him prattle on about sparing him and all the other spill. It all amounts to him considering he chose to target him, but did nothing when Tempest was minding his business perserving the land and Tyr attacked and killed him. He was just another person thinking they knew light, but only knew the lies the temple put in his head. Ronnie wasn't the same, he knew why he did what he did. It didn't matter if he made a bunch of decisions. He had his chance at killing him, but decided to make a gesture that in the end meant nothing. It didn't change the world it didn't help anyone who suffered at Tyr or even Amika's hands. Ronnie watched as both Baracas and Roark but decided to attack at once, but apparently they didn't synchronized their attacks as his intial axe throw parried against the light sword aimed at him, "Thanks guys, later." Ronnie would vanish, he had recieved his time from Roarks lecture. BAracus probable would be upset that he waited so long to try and kill him, he was only able to escape due to all of the blah blah blah. They would meet again, but it won't be a two on one. Ronnie will go through anyone he would have to to get to Tyr and apparrently delluded Roark and the Wild card Baracas will stand as obstacles.
Roark:settled his sword on his shoulder "Coward.....Blah blah blah I'm right but when someone who can fight show's up he tucks tail and runs...typical". He went back to his Mother using his sword to break the chains. He looked down at her then reached down and helped her up, Until Baracus came to take her, then he would speak "Farewell....I've a man to hunt now". He headed back towards Tyr then Ended his use of the light. Baracus:Baracus would smell the mans blood..having taken it from Amika...he could easily track him now...Appearing where the man did...Baracus reinitiated combat. Amika:was helped up by her son. She smiled as she brought a hand to his cheek. "Thank you..." she breathed to him before he turned to leave. She stood softly as she tried to shake off that feeling from the events that happened. She did not let him take the information of Tyr. She wouldn't let that information spill to wrong hands. "Well...that..was some party.." she chuckled weakly as she moved her hand to her head. it throbbed. "Thankyou...." she spoke to Baracus and to Tyr. Then she looked to Tyr. "I'm afraid....I will need a new pair of Hounds....." she smirked sadisticly. Roark:(Tyr) Nodded his head "Hroo will be you're new bodyguard, in fact for the time being, do not leave the Capital City". He entered giving his son a look as he left, he patted Amika on the shoulder "Good Work there...Honestly I would have done more, but my fight has left weakened". Fighting the Dragon King had Exhausted him more then he thought. ]Amika:placed her hand upon his as he patted her shoulder. Holding it there for a moment. "Just for the fact that you came is enough. I would not have had him have me but he seemed to have bested me by numbers." she chuckled as she let his hand go with a soft squeeze.
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Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
Tales of Legends is world and character building focused with and original setting. There are no forced character aps or registration, so come stay in Wendy's Tavern for a drink. Have you character serve one of two Tyran gods. Rule a city of your own, or serve Tyran's Queen. There are limitless possibilities for your character's story... so what are you waiting for?
Tyran is PG 13 and LGBT friendly.
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13/11/18 - THERE ARE NEW GODS! please check out the temple folders for more details!
29/11/18 - Both temples have staff positions open for those interested in joining the temples
29/11/18 - We are currently editing our achievements and adding more! Please be patient as we fix this.
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Tyrannights/VampPub was originally created by Shawn and Doreen. Tyran: Tales of Legends remake is currently owned by Sinead and Laelia Content is copyrighted to Tyran unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
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