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Len [7]
By: Noakami Date: August 26, 2021, 10:00 pm
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((OOC)) King of Stats :: [Len]
Matoi Feza has joined the RP.
Len hrmmmm
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Len left the proceedings as they were
dismissed, noticing Pandora returning to her lab, Icabard
heading to the Palace, Ez to his bar, Aphollos and Sophia to
whenceever and numerous others across the town. But only one
person actually stayed, seeking to talk to him directly--
Morelai.
Len thought long and hard about the appropriate greeting. Was it
a kneel? Nay, that had to be TOO formal. A bow? Maybe, maybe
not. He decided to stick to the most obvious path when speaking
to his superiors. Most of them seemed to prefer it that way.
Len EIther that, or they had not yet complained. Well, Surt had
complained, but that was Surt. No way to please that man.
Len Len waved once more to Morelai, although the man was likely
already aware of Len's presence. Regardless, it served as a
reset of sort from one conversation to the next. Where
philosophical debates end, whatever this is begins.
Len :: Why hello there, my dear....commander? Sergeant? General?
Len :: Whatever you are, you're above me but below Icabard.
Len :: What do you need me for?
Len replayed the last thigns he remembered of the past
conversation in his head as his shoulders visibly tensed at the
thought of it. Talking with Pandora was difficult. Doing it in
front of everyone moreso. Felt about the same as speaking to his
soldiers, although probably less tressful.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: Warlord Len. It's a pleasure
to speak to you one-on-one for once, since we've never actually
formally dialogued before. I have a proposition for you in
relation to the recent events of your mission's success.
Len :: If I remember correctly, dearest Pandora mentioned you
and I had similar philosophies.
Len :: Do you come to me with a solution that could save
'everyone'?
Len :: Even if it can't, I'd love to hear it.
Len :: Well, love is a strong word but you know.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai gave a quick snort. "Oh Gods
no, this is nothing quite that serious. It's about the recent
Advent you.. uh, 'recruited' from Salendria. Hondou, Oscar, if I
recall?"
Len stretched a mighty stretch as he relaxed his body. Serious
posture was for serious situations, and this didn't seem all
that serious.
Len :: A good soldier and perhaps an even better friend.
Len :: Willing to change the way he thinks of his own faith for
the sake of personal ideals, very nice.
Len :: If only more were like him...
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: We've had a recent shift in
resources within the tribelands, especially here in Ichor due to
the Nosferatus renegotiating their tribe tax with the high
Chieftain. We've far too few men and money to spend on giving
Advent-level living quarters to the boy, much less as little as
a tour.
Len thought back to when he was first introduced as one of
Sarzz's advents. You'd think he was about to be hanged. That was
to be expected as a Sum, of course, but alas.
Len :: So you're rooming him with me, I presume?
Len :: If not, I'm sure I could find him a place to stay, albeit
such a home would come with my own personal baggage.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: T'was the idea. And I was
planning to ask if you could find any time to give the boy a
tour of the Homeland, or perhaps, even actually help him
assimilate into the culture. A Salendrian in Ichor sticks out
like a sore thumb.
Len :: Of course, the tour!
Len :: Who could forget the tour?
Len :: I remember mine, and it was a doozy. Hopefully we can get
the boy something a bit less 'exciting'.
Len :: I shall do my best, sir. Althoguh I wonder why you'd send
me off to do such a quest.
Len :: I'd imagine one of the many other soldiers would do
better when it comes to integration. A boy from salendria with
someone like me....well to say we'd stick out like a sore thumb
is a vast understatement.
Len shrugs his shoulders and gives his brightest smile. "But you
know me, I'll always do my best. Especially since I have to"
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: It would be best for a felow
Advent to help with the assimilation. Aphollos is far too busy
and I'd dare not set him with a woman the likes of Sophia. Ez is
a fireband rabble-rouster, and the others.. well..
Len face dims. "yes, the others. I can see why this is happening
now."
Len walks over toward Morelai, patting him on the shoulder,
deeply violating the man's rights to personal space.
Len :: Now, I'll do what you ask to the best of my ability, but
in exchange...I'd like to ask you a question.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai stiffened his lip. "Not to
mention, in case something occurs and the boy turns rogue-- a
rank-and-file soldier is no match. You understand.''
Len :: Don't worry, nothing too deep or worrying. Well, depends
on who you are really.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: Take your shot.
Len has plugged out!
Len has plugged in!
Len has joined the RP.
Len :: In a crisis situation such as this, in a type of war so
crucial surrender is no longer an option:May we use any and
every avenue toward victory?
Len :: To be quite honest with you, I've been somewhat holding
back to avoid...particular issues.
Len :: Magic is one thing, but people have certain qualms when
it comes to the darker of the black arts. Pitchforks, as Pandora
put it.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: Hard times create strong
men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men,
and weak men create hard times.
Len studies Morelai's reaction, but he maintains the same casual
demeanor as before.
Len :: Then I shall not beat around the bush.
Len :: Are necromancy and the akashic arts fair game?
Len :: I'd rather not get dragged down to the courts for doing
what must be done.
Len :: Although even with Srzz's protections I'd likely face
something or other.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai took a step back at the
bluntness. " I.. may bring up the first with the High Chieftain.
Necromancy in times of war, although unilaterally outlawed, has
still occasionally be known to be used."
Len :: Why thank you, dear Morelai. Glad to know you've got me
in mind.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: But take note that even if
the High Chietain sees the need, to do something of such..
moral-relevance in public would be tantamount to asking to be
lynched. Regardless, I must bring this up with him.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: The most difficult of days
are ahead of us, and those unwilling to do what must be done may
be the first to fall.
Len eyes lock onto Morelai's, piercing into the man's very soul.
Len's eyes, while typically dead burn with a blue flame of
conviction.
Len :: I am perfectly preapared to be lynched. Contraty to
Pandora's statements, I am not as risk-averse as I may seem.
Len :: I seek not protection for myself, but my fellow soldiers.
That they not be dragged down into any cleansings.
Len :: Any risk I take is simply that.
Len :: My risk. They shall end with me.
Len gives Morelai an outstretched hand, urging for a good shake.
"Are we clear?"
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai :: Understood. Good tidings,
and happy Nuit Eve to you, Warlord Len.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Morelai pointed behind Len.
Len tilted his head backward like a studio Shaft anime
character, well expecting Oscar to be in the doorway.
Len :: Ah right, it is Nuit.
Len finally turned toward the man in question. "Pleased to meet
you once more, Oscar."
Len :: Now do you want to do this hand in hand or what? I forget
how the touring custom is on the surface. In the underworld,
some of the more fearful chain themselves together to avoid
being lost within the sea of souls.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar responded in kind, briefly
looking towards Len's back, as if he was searching for
something. "Uh, likewise. There's no feathers anywhere on you?"
Len was most certainly talking out of his ass. He chuckles in
reply to Oscar's genuine belief in sarzzians being 'nunzatos'.
Len :: If there would be feather on any other Sarzzian, there
certainly wouldn't be any on me. Not as if they have feathers
anyway.
Len strided on over to Oscar, his smile widening.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Alright, alright, I can see
the jokes on me then. So, where does this tour start?
Len :: Well, that is until the end of the first day of Nuit. One
would rather not be up at those times, especially naughty
children.
Matoi Feza has leveled up! Matoi Feza is now level 43!
Len A common tale to naughty children. Be nice or the spirits
may turn you into various sorts of animals, or perhaps a tree.
Len believed those to be true 'nunzatos' those rejected by
spirits and 'instructed' to become one with nature.
Len As all stories did, this one certainly shifted over time.
Len guides Oscar out hte door, past any other barricades to
proper tour-giving that could be found within the Sarzzian
military camp, and back toward the open tribelands, taking in
the air.
Len :: It starts now, I suppose.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Yeah, Nuit. We celebrate it in
Salendria as well.
Len :: I'd imagine the celebrations differ somewhat, how is it
done over in you side of the rovonin steppe?
Len begins walking along the Sarzzian roads, pointing out
important milestones as they went past. "That there's the
general store, over there's Klein's home, never come to his
house during Nuit." he aims to continue these mutterings as he
talks to Oscar.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: It's less about the spirits,
and more about the land these days. Keeping the land clean of
filth, avoiding the recent spat of smudge from factories, that
kind of stuff. I hear that the scholars hese days call it
pollution.
Len the boy would get his tour, but it was far more important
that he learn the culture. Anyone could find their way around a
nation if they simply walked it enough.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar rubbed his chin. "If we harm the
land enough, then it will harm us back-- spirits or not.''
Len :: Those blasted factories, doing what they do. You'd
imagine in a world like this, people would just take their
plenty rom the earth themself.
Len :: Far more powerful stuffs lie within what's around us. The
most fearful works of any alchemists came from unsuspecting
interactions within the natural world.
Len takes a left turn, leaving the heart of the Sarzzian
military camp and entering a crossroads of sorts.
Len :: Now here is where we have our choice. We may return to
the more obvious form of tour, I help you find the stores,
important landmarks, where Pandora keeps her underwear.
Len :: OR!
Len :: You could join me on one of my very own Nuit
celebrations. Do it properly, and you'd be integrated in no
time.
Len :: Lord knows it's what I had to go through to not be ogled
at in the streets. At least not in a 'please kill it' king of
way.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Whatever celerbrations happen
here in Sarrz, I honestly doubt that they can compare to the
ones we have in Salendria.
Len :: Yes, while we have our celebrations to honor the spirits,
there is a special form of calling.
Len clapped his hands as he walked forward through the
crossroad, entering a secret clearing as he carefully traversed
past some shrubbery. "There must be balance, even in times of
festivities, dear Oscar"
Len :: We all have our jobs, and mine, both fittingly and
regrettably, is to put things to an end. Or at least assist in
doing so.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: As a result of you being the
Advent of Mortixis. Basically of Death.
Len if they continued on to this path, they'd likely clear past
any main tribes and toward the Sarzzian forest. Although, they
didn't have to go any further now. Merely to look.
Len :: Exactly.
Len :: Nature hangs within a balance, and even if there were no
races upon the land, that balance would be tampered with through
mutation and sheer luck.
Len :: With mortals, divines, spirits, and the less reputable
all somewhat sharing this middle plane, things get far more
messy.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Huh. Might I ask what faith
you follow, Len?
Len paused for a moment, deciding upon his options carefully
before he responded. To be honest, he rarely thoguht of his
exact faith, even as he studied others. But if he had to put it
a certain way...
Len :: Probably something in the middle of them all from
mortalism to taminism.
Len :: In terms of specific practices, I do what I believe is
right.
Len Yes, that is what he told the ones from before he was an
Advent when he was asked a similar question. Although, back then
he was luring them into a trap. It seemed the net he laid for
others wasn't so carefully planned. Year by year, he believed in
it himself.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar took a seat on a bench near the
forest, looking towards it. A squirrel crawled passed the duo.
"Basically the opposite of my own, then. I'm an Orthodox
Taminist."
Len :: And yet you would fight an angel to protect your enemy.
Len :: Not very orthodox.
Len :: Or moreso, the most orthodox.
Len :: Depends on who's asking. Luckily, the person asking is
me.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: It's a farcry from Western
Taminism. In many respects, we combine the variou beliefs of a
number of denominations in Myrrh, a melting pot of religion so
to speak. The thiest belief in the heavens, our faith and
worship of the gods. The pantheon of Taminism, the faith in the
duality of Clolatism..
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Even the primal aspects of
Light and Dark from Kameo are held in regard; along with the
karmic cycle. It's for that reason that we Orthodox' are
considered astray from the rest of the believers. We even have
our own Sagacitas, different from the one in Grafta.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: But the most true, important
commandement is an unfaltering belief in the faith. I've never
doubted it, and even after what I've..
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar paused, looking at his hands as
he reminisced. "What I've done-- I still can't shake what I
know. The faith means everything to me-- it gives meaning to the
incoherence around me."
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Maybe I've sinned by fighting
that angel, or perhaps I've proven even more faithful by
fighting a fallen demiurge. But either way, I haven't lost my
faith.
Len believed that unwavering faith was both to be respected and
feared. A calling for some, a tool for others. Others like
himself. But he wasn't like that now, even if he was going back
to his necromantic ways. Thing would be different.
Len sighed, uncharacteristic of him. But today was an
uncharacteristic day.
Len :: Wish I had a joke for this sort of situation, but I've
been running out since the war began.
Len :: Oscar, while you may have earned the ire of an angel,
you've certainly earned my own respect. Unwavering in one's
belief, ready to do what you believe must be done.
Len :: Such a mentality is what I wished I had long ago. Stand
tall, and stand proud.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Thanks. For a Sarrzian, you're
not half bad, Len. Though, I wonder what Rupert and His
Highness would say, seeing what I've done.
Len typically had his pep talks reserved for his soldiers, but
Oscar was more than worthy.
Len :: You'll find out when the time comes, most likely.
Len :: Although, if all goes according to plan, the war may stop
completely.
Len :: An idealistic way of thinking, perhaps foolish in its
naivete, but people must exist who think like that, or else
nothing will change.
Len :: And seeing as I've found many willing to accept our
current reality, I've no choice to take responsibility, and as
someone dragged in, so must you.
Len :: Now then...
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar stopped Len from heading off.
"Len, wait. I.. trust you. I trust you enough to tell you
something. Something about Advents."
Len :: Yes?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Within His Highness' circle of
Advents, all but two were primed to the true reason behind the
divine war. Even I know of the King's reasoning, and of.. facts
less known about us.
Matoi Feza has leveled up! Matoi Feza is now level 44!
Len now this was interesting informtation, and a perfect time
for the serious posture. Len stood straight up for this one.
Len has plugged out!
Len has plugged in!
Len has joined the RP.
Len now this was interesting information, information so
important that it required a serious posture. Len stood straight
up for this one.
Len :: Odd. Our superiors seemed to have their lips far tighter.
What, pray tell, is this 'true reason'.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: The King brought all of us,
bar Mora and Azazel to the Palace, along with the newest
member-- Madundar. And.. he spoke to us.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: It was almost exactly a year
ago from now, last Nuit.
Len simply sat tight. The lock on Oscar's lips were already
open. It'd be more effective, and farm roe polite, to simply
hear him out.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Word for word, Rupert said..
((OOC)) King of Stats :: //Rupert :: The Modern state of man is
sin. It is a state of avoiding suffering, of avoiding reality.
The modern man cannot see the world as it truly is. Man lives
today not for their own being and for living, but instead for
the purpose of maintaining their own systems. They shamble each
day, ignorant of the philosophical truth. The reason for our
existence.//
Len sat in silence as he waited. Was there more, or was that the
end of it?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Rupert :: //These modern forgeries of
humans try to impose their own prejudice and system on the
world, as if the universe can be held by such. They foolishly
cling to an imitation of the God's powers, magic in an attempt
to bend the supernatural. Even the realm of imagination, the
Aether is beginning to be studied and imposed by the rigor of
Man--- As if such a boundless power can be controlled.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Rupert :: //Man must learn what it is
to not be in control; to be enslaved with no needless compassion
from our betters. To be slaughtered and saved when the time
comes, and only when the time comes. To become behloden to our
world of gods, madness and the crawling chaos-- to understand
our own lack of agency! This is the true meaning to be human, to
avoid the robotic rules imposed on us by the M
Len :: I see.
Len :: Now, that can't seriously be what he stated right? Has to
be an awful joke, right? The man must have better gallows humor
than myself.
Len felt sick to his stomach, so sick that he had to visibly
force the bile within his throat back down. Unhealthy, but it
was better than spilling his guts on the spot. He trembled in
silent anger instead, his fingers twitching absentmindedly,
reaching for a neck to choke.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Honestly, it sounded like
something absurd Rupert would say more then His Highness. But
His Highness never interjected in any way and simply whispered
into the Templars ear.
Len So many lives, too many to count.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Although he'd never said
something quite as ruthless, he was a man of cruel tendency
before he took his role as His Highness' voice. The Sagacitas
never saw him as evil, but I could never believe a man like him
was a man of 'virtue' in our faith.
Len Some taken indirectly, and some at Len's very hands.
Len As he continued onward, their faces, once clear and
distinct, blurred. Merely enemies, and yet they all looked the
same in the end. A multitude of them flickered before his eyes
even now, some defiant, most with tears in their eyes and fear
in their hearts.
Len And yet, they fought anyway, even when they knew they would
fall at Len's hands, nothing but ash and dust when he was done,
with so little bone and muscle left a burial couldn't even be
performed. Still, they stood.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar continued with his monologue. "He
took his title as Illuminatus when he slew the pregnant Duchess
Milda of Mambridge, after she had been possessed by the
trickster spirit Lopt. He then burned down the neighborhood in
which the spirit had laid to rest, and captured it post-haste.
Len For they believed, in Len's eyes at least, that they would
be rewarded. Endless gain in another life a la Pascal's Wager.
Something like that, their faith, could keep them going
regardless.
Len A calling for them. A tool for another.
Len could no longer stifle his laugh. If he did not laugh, he
was likely to break his 5-year no tears streak. The laugh was
not an enjoyable one, more akin to a dying pelican than a hearty
guffaw. But he laughed it nonetheless. He had to.
Len :: Please.
Len brough a finger to Oscar's lips, stopping the next
sentence(unless chente reallly wants to say it)
Len :: Don't continue onward.
Len :: I..I think I get the gist of it now.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar closed his eyes and took in a
deep breath, exhaling. "There's one last part that I think you'd
like to hear. The reason I'm telling you this."
Len steeled his spirit, breathing in...breathing out.
Len :: Go ahead then.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Ocscar :: For his 'virtue' in
destroying the infected, and capturing a spirit of vile nature,
The Sagacitas awarded him one more quest-- in order to obtain a
rank befitting of his 'purity'. But he denied it, gave away his
own agency and took his role as His Highness' voice.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: That was the very first day of
the war. That can't be a coincidence, right?
Len :: Things rarely are.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: So I did some digging, and
looked at the Salendrian Copy of the Paradigme Treaty.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Len knew about that. It was a failed
treaty that would have ended the war and Divine War without
bloodshed that neither side accepted in the end, for reasons
never disclosed. The dignitaries who wrote their names on it
were Archmage of Enchantment, Pandora Hoffen and the His
Highness' Advisor Rupert Azathoth.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Then.. I read it. And I
realized something, something I couldn't tell anyone. Not my
family, out of fear for their lives. Not my fellow Advents, out
of fear of betrayal. And certainly not His Highness himself, out
of fear of being hung or worse for treason.
Len :: Out with it, then.
Len :: If...it's not too much for you to say, that is.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar stared Len straight in the eyes.
He was telling a important secret, dangerous to his own life to
tell, to someone he had only met yesterday. But a man who had
fought an angel with him-- a divine being. And who, unlike most
others, seemed genuine.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: The Paradigme Treaty was
actually the writings for a trade, between the dignitaries.
Len could only wonder what villainous thing they could be
trading. First the nihlistic bastard of an advisor. What was
next? A triangular trade of the souls of innocent children?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: From what I saw, it read like
an alliance of sorts-- on amicable terms no less. It was only
denied at the very end by... by..
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: A special fingerprint was left
at the signature point. A fingerprint not human, not mascu, not
bold-- not even Pantera or Habicht. It was a celestial
fingerprint from what I could tell. An angel's fingerprint.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: I don't know what happened
when that treaty was written, but it's nothing like we've been
told.
Len :: Back in my day, we had heros to deal with such things.
Angels of light and unsuspecting warriors to fight against the
darkness.
Len :: To be fair, we were the very darkness they were fighting
but...it would've been nice to see them now.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar snorted. "Those are only stories.
You ever read the stories of the Hero-Mages Yeelocii and Jake?
And how they took down a 'global secret society'? Total
bullshit, but it is an interesting read.
Len there were no heros here. None that Len could see anyway.
From an archmage who believed man was valued by their sacrifice
to the divine to the virtuous advisor who extended her own
beliefs to their very extreme. And then there was the angel at
the top of it all.
Len :: Any story has worth, and I suppose I can now see the
value of those.
Len :: Ridiculous they may be, they mirror that which we know is
true. In the hands of a villain or a hero, any person has the
power to change the world, if lucky enough.
Len :: A shame we are currently on the tail end of the coin.
Len got up from the bench, thinking once more. He wasn't much
better than any of them, really. Perhaps, had he acted on these
signs earlier, things would be different. Actually, to hell with
it. He could change them now, couldn't he?
Len :: But if fate gives you a coin to flip, dear Oscar...
Len extends a hand to Oscar, guiding him up and out of the bench
and back whence they came.
Len :: Why not simply run off with the coin?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Because the dealers got a bomb
attached to our tongues?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: I was a good, pious schoolboy
a mere 4 years ago. I never wanted half of this craziness, half
of the coins I was forced to flip. Eventually, I gave up
thinking I could choose to flip any. Especially with my awful
luck.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar took Lens hand and began to get
up from the bench, as Len suddenly sensed something.
Len :: How interesting.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Len felt a strong killing intent from
the southwest, as something flew towards Oscar from their side!
Len one hand at his side, still cupped next to his thigh, began
to emit a purple, necrotic energy. Quickly, he shot it toward
the killing intent, ducking Oscar away with his other hand.
Time has run out!
((OOC)) King of Stats :: A individual in High-rank Sarrzian War
Armor leaps out of the bushes and shruberry, sliding across the
road. Nary a soul in sight, considering the cold weather and the
general dangerousness of the forest.
Len :: Sate your name and purpose.
Len :: Er, state. Stressful day.
Len :: Who would dare attack an advent? And two, at that?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: The Armor bore 5 Marks; a sign of a
Commander, General, Lieutenant or even a Chieftain. Their mask
prevented their voice from being properly heard, making it raspy
and metallic. "I am under no obligation for I am a hand of
justice."
Len :: Justice at the bequest of who?
Len :: Your own, or someone elses?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: High-ranking Official :: That boy dies
today, for the vengeance of all who have fallen.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: This was almost certanily someone from
the meeting earlier today.
Len :: I wonder...if you knew exxactly why you bore your arms,
would you think in such a way?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: The High-ranking Official bore no
words, readying a longsword and charging at both Len and Oscar!
Len :: Enemy. Ally. They're all the same.
Len made usage of his surprising for what he does agility and
backs away, analyzing his enemy as he did so. A longsword, eh?
Likely with Sarzzian military techniques. The classics.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Who were they? Morelai and Surt used a
sword for sure, but he didn't know much about the others. He'd
seen Jonessa with spears, Pandora with staves, and never before
saw Icabard fight.
Len He had likely seen people exactly like him drilling these
very moves. Such knowledge was used when fighting Oscar, but
this man was sure to be more experienced. But how much
experience could prepare you for Len? A deep purple, necrotic
shroud began to emit, sapping the life in the nearby area.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Advents were not given that kind of
traditional armor, but if this was one, only Aphollos actually
used swords, and mainly katanas.
Len Oscar, assuming he was ready for it, would likely be fine.
His gift of life overpowered len's taking before, hopefully he
was fast enoguh on the uptake this time.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: The individual takes note of Len's
increasing sphere of range, increasing the speed of their legs
as they became a bolt, striking him onto the ground with their
stiff arm, and quickly running out of the range of influence
perfectly.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: 22.43 metres was his range, and they
stood exactly 23.5 metres away
Len was thoroughly surprised. Considering what they stated
earlier, they were after the boy.
Len :: Oscar!
((OOC)) King of Stats :: As Len looked, he saw Oscar had already
braced himself with his greatsword, having gotten it from who
knows where.
Len spoke plainly, but he assumed the other advent would get the
message. Now was the time to bare arms.Len quickly got himself
back up.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: I should've expected that an
assassin would come for me here.
Len with some quick subtraction, len has around .07 meters of
distance to react. Judging by his reaction time, the opponent
woudl liekly be at him before he knew it, just like last time.
With [Insight[ and past experience, he would have to make his
predictions.
Len chanted spells wouldn't be the play considering the enemys
speed, so Len would either have to be very consistent in his
wordless casting, or rely on his advent abilities. As much as he
would love to rely on the second, the enemy seemed to be aware
of what he could do.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: He would have to gauge the range of
their blade. They had simply struck him with their arm before
instead of their blade-- but if they landed that towards either
his brain or heart, with that speed..
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Though he wasn't their target. Oscar
was--
Len It had been a long, long time since he had done this. But
theoretically, one could run the entirety of a spell within
onesself, the chanting being done in the head and the molds and
attribution done accordingly. The effectiveness was lessened
but--
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: ..Lifting restrictions.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar readied his blade as a field of
life energy surrounded him. This was the thing he talked about
before, wasn't it?
Len :: ?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: The field of life was-- Len marvelled
at it when he realized what it was. It was made of pieces of
ones own soul and lifeforce, similar to an akashic arte. But
mixed with some power reminiscent of the angel they had faced
before..
Len Len quickly went throguh the motions, preparing their magic
without speaking a single word. A spell that would work on any
humanoid enemy.Worst of all, the spell was in enochian.
Considering what Oscar was doing, it was more of a backup plan,
but one always had to have one of those.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: This is not your fight. Stand
back and let me, Len. Whoever this is, they aren't doing this on
the Chieftains word.
Time has run out!
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: Advent of Amivitae-- lifting
restrictions! For-- for his highness of Salendria!
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscars form reminded Len of one of the
Oversouls of old-- before Man lost their true power. From
hundreds of years ago-- when Len was a young Sum. This was the
real power of an Advent?
((OOC)) King of Stats :: The High-ranking Official leaped at
Oscar with their blade, dual-wielding a Longspear at the same
time-- causing Len to realize who exactly that was.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: The helmet of the official fell off as
she spoke the name of her blessed attack. "Vanguard Crush!"
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar :: INCANARGE!
((OOC)) King of Stats :: Oscar swung his blade forward, Sin
energy teeming from it and shooting forward as a vortex--
cutting across the road as it blasted forward towards Jonessa..
((OOC)) King of Stats :: [Gained 2 TP, +6 ATK]
Azazel has joined the RP.
((OOC)) King of Stats :: [Arena: Jonessa will be added shortly.]
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