Round 1-Part B Facade/Ice Reaver: Docks

[Solar Haven]

Begins March the 15th at 12:01 am EST. The fight ends March the 29th at 12:01 am EST.

This is the Docks, everyone will be using the City Ourskirts to pass back and forth between the Docks and Inner City, Unless they can teleport.

Participants:

Eiskalt:

Dein

Mutant Lorenor

Twincast

Xilium Rupertus

Odium

Attackers:
Ciato Orlouge

Ruby

Erikar

Dealer of Death

Core Beast

[Core Beast]

Downfall, a Balrog, a beast made of fire, got off the warship as quickly as he could and sprinted away from the water. What was a beast of fire doing on a ship you ask? It was the only way to Eiskalt. Why was he on the island nation of Eiskalt? He knew that there was a way home from Eiskalt. Deep down in the tunnels of Eiskalt was an old passage to the City of Balrogs, Mantelias. However, there was a possibility that the shaft suffered a cave in and the way was now blocked.

The snow that had settled on the dock melted as Downfall sprinted towards the outskirts of the city. However, before he could get to far, He was stopped by villagers who had come out with swords, shields and even bows. Great I have to get off the docks.

“Move mortals and I shall spare you. Fight me and you shall die,” Downfall called his voice boomed throughout the city. The people however was either brave, stupid, or both as they charged Downfall. Downfall sighed as he lit his 60' Flaming Whip and lashed it out at the people ready to burn them as punishment for their stupidity.


Downfall has entered the docks and is fighting locals.

[Erikar]

A wide smile split Erikar's features as he watched Downfall attract the attention of almost every defender of Eiskalt's docks. The sound of the beast's booming voice, mixed with the clinking of weapons and armor, drowned out any noise his quiet paddling may have created. The crimson-haired assassin rowed his lifeboat away from the warship, hoping to bypass the riffraff of Eiskalt's defense forces. The freezing wind assaulted his bare face as he approached a mooring far from where the Balrog distracted the militia.

He stood, the boat rocking perilously under him, and clambered on top of the wooden dock. Erikar quickly scanned his surroundings, seeing only a pair of guards where the docks met the city streets. It seemed any vessels that belonged here had been evacuated, probably when the first hints of an assault showed at the gates. Boxes and crates, filled with unknown goods, provided ample cover to the young killer as he crept towards the sentries.

The two men, one tall and lanky, the other short and stocky, had their gazes locked on the battle from afar. Erikar suspected they would rather stand in the cold, "keeping watch," than rush to their demise at the hands of the flaming monster. They wore wool cloaks, thick and well-suited to the frigid environment of their home. The ghoulish grin crept across the youth's face once more as he drew his iron spike and chakram from where they hung on his belt. He stayed crouched, about eight feet behind the pair, still hidden behind a stack of crates. Leaning out of his makeshift cover, he flung the chakram with a flick of his wrist at the taller guard. It whistled through the freezing air, a siren's song to the sentry, leading him to his death. The pair turned at the noise, and the many blades of the exotic weapon buried themselves deep within the taller man's chest.

Before the man's last breath wheezed out of his punctured lungs, Erikar had already pointed his thick spike at the shorter guard. The assassin's emerald eyes glowed brightly, in stark contrast to the darkness of the night, and the spike flew towards the shorter guard's unprotected face, propelled by an unseen force. It struck home, under the guard's left eye, and his cry of warning was cut short before it reached his lips. The pair fell simultaneously, striking the ground with a muted thump.

Erikar stood and exited his cover, quickly dashing to the vanquished pair to retrieve his tools. He knelt between the men and grabbed his spike, pulling it free with ease. Blood gushed from the opened orifice, drenching the shorter man's face and neck, steaming in the cold night air. The chakram, however, was embedded deep in the taller man's chest. It took a few seconds of solid effort to wrench the blades out of their temporary home. More sanguine nectar flowed on the exit of his wicked weapon, and covered the youth's pale hands. He grimaced and wiped both his weapons and his slick digits free of liquid on the taller man's cloak. He could waste no more time. Standing, he scanned his surroundings once more. Satisfied, he drew his hood up once more against the chill, and sprinted towards the nearest building. Boxes, stacked high against the wall of the warehouse, provided a perfect stairway to the top. He hopped easily onto the first, then climbed upward until he reached the highest box. Roughly twelve feet, an impossible jump for any normal man, prevented him from reaching the top.

He crouched and thrust his iron spike deep into the wood of the box, then stood and prepared himself. His verdant eyes shined brightly once again as he pushed off the spike with his magnetic force. Clearing the top easily, he stopped pushing and let himself fall back down onto the roof silently, his knees bending to absorb the impact. The box teetered and fell to the street far below, smashing on the cobbles with a loud crash. His spike was lost in the debris below, but Erikar did not fear losing the weapon. He would simply come to retrieve it later.

The assassin could now easily traverse the rooftops and reach his true goal. He was to search out key members of Eiskalt's government and end them swiftly. His boots struck the stone roof soundlessly as he moved towards the end of the warehouse, then thumped loudly as he sprung off the roof towards the next building. A loud OOF forced itself out of his lungs as he smacked the side of the next building. He grasped wildly for the sill of a window, and his fingertips thankfully found purchase. Erikar pulled himself upward and scaled the wall unaided, reaching the top with ease. He continued his rooftop trek, making his way through the dockside part of the city and traveling towards the city's outskirts.

Erikar entered the docks, and exited to the City Outskirts. 2 out of 6 pushes/pulls used.

[Ruby]

Ruby smelt fire in the air as though flame itself drew into her lungs. Instantly, her eyes danced with light. Red hair hauntingly hung on invisible strings, feathers flapping in the breeze. She personified Phoenix, an ancient god of Berevar’s history long forgotten. Since her arrival in the city, her patience had worn thin. Anarchy arising in the borderline between land and sea was the sign she had been waiting for.

“Leopold?”

Though sun danced over terracotta roof tiles and cavalcades of vines and jasmine, a darkness folded about the spell singer. From it, her husband appeared in velveteen shoes and golden waistcoat. The stitching on the front of his attire depicted ravens and rooks nesting in thorny branches. Facing his wife, the man smiled meekly. His hair was greasy, his skin oiled, and his fingers dirtied.

“Everything is in order my dear, worry not.”

Ruby raised her left eyebrow. “I’m not worried,” she lied. She was terrified. Her own anger was beginning to cloud her judgement. Times ahead would test and tribulation the toughest of Scara Brae’s women. “Is the Orrery ready?”

Leopold nodded. He rubbed his hands together: heady mix of greed and relish. As though sucking eggs, he tried to decide between asking a question and saying his goodbyes. Ruby made his made for him with a hand gesture bordering on the obscene. Violet swirls and lustre sparkles signalled his departure. Back into the abyss. Back into the shadows. Back into obscurity.

“Then it is time for a little music.”

Striding ahead over the cobbles black heels and tight fitting dragon leather upheld the righteous form of a woman scorned. Her journey to Eiskalt: brief. Her reasons for being here: lies. Her target: anyone who got in her way. Her eyes scanned the last vestiges of a once busy port, abandoned by conflict, and settled on the road leading north. There, she could hear but not see, another of ‘the Order’ was sewing calamitous seeds amongst the people she secretly longed to protect.

“As long as you don’t sing,” her sword shrilled.

Ruby made to slap the hilt as she turned a corner west, but dropped her jaw in surprise instead. The cobbles gave way to flagstones, flagstones to rubble, rubble to riot. Guards in blue satin sleeves and blood smattered chainmail swarmed about a creature of an undiscernible origin. A lash flamed and flexing plucked petrified people from perches. Windows flamed. Buildings crumbled. Ruby clenched her fists.

“Will you settle for a dirge, then?” she replied to her blade.

Lucrezia made no further comment – a sign she cared not. On her hip, the elven blade was a comfort and curse alike. It was the driving force behind the spell singer’s power and her weakness. Without her, Ruby was undone. Unfocussed. Rivalled by many. She advanced towards the creature with instinct, and drew the blade with intent. Silver edge flashed in the flaxen twilight of sun and conflagration.

“Turn your pikin’ ‘ead!” she crowed. Her voice lost its piety and purity and purveyed a sense of prattling power. Where she got the affection mattered not, for once, she shared the tiefling’s sense for the dramatic and dire.

Forgetting the orders from the murderers and thieves she had feigned interest with, the spell singer began to follow commands from the unseen hands. Golden threads, slow soft sands, an hourglass turned and swift running out. Whilst her vengeance would be great against the Ixian Knights, should thy cross her path, the death toll amongst the Crimson Hand? Insurmountable. A thousand burning corpses for every fallen Eiskalt citizen.

“Let me show you real fire.” With her threat and promise to the balrog made the Phoenix did just that – her hair danced with flame. Her eyes turned bolt of thunder spheres, and then crimson. Her dress, impervious to most heat protected her. Her song, as it reached out in the shattered docks of Eiskalt, rose her on demonic wings of musical malady.

“Burning down the bridges, burning down the spires, burning through the enemies who live for greed and hours!”

A verse.

A violin conjured from the beyond to her shoulder.

A song played three hundred feet from a demon with a sword as a bow and a beating heart as the rhythm. A single bouncing ball of half-invisible force careened towards her target.


Ruby is playing her violin and targeting a Rampant Requiem at Core Beast.

[Core Beast]

Downfall's Whip struck and burned enemies from left to right, enemy after enemy fell.

"Let me show you real fire," was heard behind him and he turned in time to see another demon... no not another demon but a human who conjured up demonic wings. The song that was played was a spell as a half-visible ball bounce quickly towards him He barely had time to dodge and when he watched the strange sphere hit one of the guards he was kind of glad he dodged it. The man was sent back a little bit and was doubled over. Then again it did hit the man's nether regions so that had to have hurt.

Downfall turned back to the woman who was about 30 feet away. "Lady, you just made a huge mistake." He roared and released his heat to the highest level. His body was now at 200oF. Flames flew out of cracks in his skin and made it look like he was made entirely of flame. The air around him started to heat up and the people behind him stepped back a few feet before they ran. Seriously that was all I had to do? Downfall thought before he sent his Flaming Whip out to try to strike his new opponent at a speed that is just barely visible to the eye


60' whip of fire sent at Ruby. Speed increases as it gets closer.

[Ruby]

A demon lashed the Devil, and the wheels of fate turned. Ruby felt pain, and immediately came alive. The adrenaline that had kept her going since Duffy’s death subsided. Now, only revenge, passion, and diction drove her. Agony, too, became her fuel. Unable to respond efficiently to the whip, she let it engulf her. Flames rose about her body, cracking force tightening around her arms and chest.

“Burn me all you will,” she snarled. She screamed. She gargled. “But burn these people not!”

She disappeared.

The infernal creature found himself alone. The citizens of Eiskalt found reprieve as the flames turned on the Phoenix. They turned at the last, glancing but once over their shoulders to see a fair red headed maiden vanish in an implosion of fire. Muttering prayers of silent thanks to their saviour, they scarpered. There were previous sanctuaries left in the capital, and they would do all they could to find them and be free of the tyrants and monsters that threatened them so.

Landing on the castle parapets, the spell singer broke into a curse tirade. Leopold appeared by her side, a blanket in one hand, ointments in the other. As she writhed on the floor in agony, he began at once to tend to her wounds. Her dress was untarnished, but beneath mithril and the dragon leather, her skin blistered and buckled.

“We have previous time to complain Ruby.” He snipped. With care and efficiency, he began applying the sandalwood scented cream to callous.


Ruby has left the docks. The citizens find reprieve from the balrog.

[Core Beast]

Downfall blinked then roared into the sky. "You will pay for that someday woman!" He then turned back towards the city and walked on into the outskirts.


Downfall leaves The Docks and enters The Outskirts

[Silence Sei]

Dein, Mutant Lorenor, Ruby, and Core Beast move on.