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In a world built upon a foundation of conflict, the past year has been notably violent. As Crux Fidelis, the Crusaders and ruling faction of Sium, suffer heavy losses from a particularly bloody Aphelion, other factions are emboldened to take action. Despite being allies, Weltschmerz's ambitious and duplicitous nature sees them taking bigger risks which threaten to break their alliance. All the while, Apocrypha continues to gain public sympathy and support while the Black Sun Cabal and Poena Damni continue to wreak havoc. As Sium races towards yet another conflict, it’s evident that a war lurks on the horizon.
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Noa Orcavont
“Grand Ballistae of Lions”
"Mercy is a right for no human being. It's a gift to all willing to simply accept it."
Noa Orcavont
Jan 30 2018, 09:46 AM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Human
112 posts
currently Offline
played by Unknown


“Oooooh?~” Festerhilde looked on with fascination as the pale one would brought forth a powerful light which engulfed both her and the dastardly Noa along with it’s minions. As the light subsided, the once ever-flowing river of magma, the horrific demons and the malicious monstrosity itself was left in stone.

One by one, the minions dropped from the sky and crashing down like dead flies on the earth surface. The cracks formed from their impact crept up the massive visage of the massive Noa until it reached from its brittle foundation all the way to its gruesome head.

Finally, with a serious of thunderous rumbling the beast came crumbling down leaving a single midnight skinned, naked pre-teen with auburn blonde hair crevices on the surface of her left eye and on her hands. In a monotone, raspy voice the dark child spoke.

“No fair.” The permanent scowl on the child’s stone face appeared like another crack in earth as she stared directly at the pale soldier with a deep, dandelion eye. “T’is fate Noa, now come hither, dearest. Thy time of slumber draws ever closer.” Festerhilde said as she held out her left hand with a motherly gaze for such a forlorn child.

“Hnnnnnngh…” There was a part of Festerhilde that knew that Noa wouldn’t go down this easily. “Why would I want to return to that miserable half-existence…?” The dark child slowly raised her hand to point squarely to the pale boy. “You wish to purify me? Come then, end me.” A sigh would then escape Festerhilde’s lips. “Oh, thy art forever troublesome.” The child tilted her head to throw a glance at the Festerhilde. “It’s either he kills us, Aphelion ends us or I eat this sadistic toy bin of a world. We both know you alone do not have the strength to stop me.” Festerhilde would lower her hand.

“Hath faith not taught us anything?”

“No. It hasn’t. “

“Noa…”

Feeling a little cornered, Festerhilde turned her attention back to the pale soldier. “Heed my warning brave soldier, Noa knows not wh-“ Noa’s jaw snapped open and she herself let out another ear-splitting screech before she took her own right hand and pierced her skull with it. Parts of her head fell from her head like crumbling rocks as her fingers begin to message her brain with no sight of blood anywhere to be seen.

Eventually Noa’s mouth had been forcefully shaped to a sadistic smile before she pulled her hand out causing Festerhilde to wince. “Silence, little cub. You don’t have a say in this anymore.” Noa begins to take a better look at the pale soldier as if determining his worth. “Well? You have a job to do, correct? Word of warning, I’m terribly impatient. If you don’t kill me then I’ll be off to end your little Pontifex next. Every army is something like a serpent…” The once empty cranium leading to Noa’s grey brain began to repair itself.

“Cut the head and the rest of it will fall.”
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Melchior
“Salvation Blade”
We were just sinking too fast to save, the two of us whispering away.
Melchior
Feb 10 2018, 02:43 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Bellicosa
66 posts
currently Offline
played by Hiraeth


When the light dimmed, a battered Melchior was left to survey his handiwork. Everything had been turned to stone, even the lava! More petrified demons dropped from the sky, cracking on impact. That wasn't usually how his power worked, but it all depended on the demon. Sometimes they turned human, sometimes they disappeared, and now, he guessed, sometimes they turned to stone. Whatever was going on, he was happy with the result. He didn't expect the large demon to go down as well.

Melchior froze when the bigger demon's form crumbled and he realized its aura had yet to vanish. Something seemed...different about it, though. Was this even the same entity he was feeling? When the sulfury dust cleared and he saw a dark-skinned child standing in the rubble, he decided that was likely the case. The feeling he got from it was almost sickening; despite the difference in size, this one felt more intimidating. It didn't give Melchior any thoughts of retreating, though. Just the opposite -he wanted to erase that poor creature.

It was hard for Melchior to stand still throughout the conversation the new demon -who was apparently named Noa- had with the white-haired girl. Somehow, they were connected. Melchior wondered if he should worry about that. Convening with demons rarely seemed to be a good idea, especially for humans. Still, he could barely think about anything other than the dark monster in front of him. He was trying to let them talk, trying to respect that they had things to say to one another, but he was burning. The pain only increased the longer he held back. With his instincts screaming at him, he could barely even make out what the two were talking about. Luckily, he didn't care about the specifics.

A sudden screech made Melchior flinch. Somehow, it cleared his head a little. He only stared as Noa pierced its own head. He didn't know what it was doing, but he did know that it was time for him to finish this. He'd held out long enough. Even as the demon was goading him on, Melchior started walking toward it, sword poised to strike. He didn't react to the monster threatening his leader. He knew how powerful that person was. This demon, while powerful, couldn't hope to reach them. Anything powerful enough to harm the Pontifex would have killed him before he even realized what was going on. Then again...they had yet to trade blows. Who knew what would happen in the next few moments?

Melchior suddenly lunged toward Noa, sword lashing out for its neck. He kept swinging whether he hit or not, aiming to slash the enemy as many times as possible and quickly spread his purification. He wanted to make it quick, since it was so impatient. That, and he truly didn't want to see it suffer despite the calamity it threatened.

@Unknown
Noa Orcavont
“Grand Ballistae of Lions”
"Mercy is a right for no human being. It's a gift to all willing to simply accept it."
Noa Orcavont
Feb 12 2018, 08:47 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Human
112 posts
currently Offline
played by Unknown


Even if it felt that all Festerhilde could do in this situation was keep the citizens of Ravanar, there was a quiet contentment within her that couldn’t be explained. It was something new – almost absolutely irrational. For before the Ballista was a storm in which she could not have any sort of control over. So Festerhilde would gaze on as Melchior began to slowly engage the sinister Noa with a flurry of slashes. Seeing the first aimed at her neck, the malefactor had slowly glided backwards, slowly descending down onto the stone floor.

When the second slash came, the vain creature’s smile would eerily widen before she nimbly floated over the soldier before she reclined her back in the air while she held her hands behind her head.

A flickering oxblood colored hue boiling over from the crevices on her brittle, earthen skin. “You’re really missing the point aren’t you?” Even now, the presence of this particular soldier was clearly different then the others. Though he didn’t seem to have that deliciously overbearing vigor that ignoramus of a commander had but this particular create seems to be detestable by design rather then designation. “I feel like we should at least have some dialogue. Personally, commentary always makes a battle more enjoyable for me. It adds a certain element of drama. Let’s be honest, no one likes a dull performance.” Noa continued to float backwards a few more inches before using a little bit.

The stone path was beginning to form large, gaping holes on their surface while smaller rocks and pebbles dissolve into nothing as the innate sillage is being forcibly drawn out and into the malefactor’s person. “I mean, all you seem to be capable of is using that sword and purification. That’s no where near enough to entertain the audience but rest assured, turning botches into a masterpiece is my specialty.” The creature coyly winked. “Or maybe I’m underestimating you, whatever you may be.” Noa sarcastically concluded.
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Melchior
“Salvation Blade”
We were just sinking too fast to save, the two of us whispering away.
Melchior
Feb 27 2018, 07:55 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Bellicosa
66 posts
currently Offline
played by Hiraeth


He couldn't hit the demon. Even though Noa looked to be moving slowly -nonchalantly, rather- he never even managed to graze it. Sure, Melchior was injured from the other demons he'd encountered during Aphelion, but he hadn't slowed down that much. Why did it feel like the demon was so far out of his reach?

Melchior turned to face Noa who had floated over him, free hand raised as if he was going to use his aura again. He didn't attack quite yet, though, confused as to what was meant when it said he was missing the point. They were trying to kill each other. What else was there that he should be seeing in this situation? Was it stalling for time? Did it not want to fight? It was a little too late for that. It was hard enough to Melchior to ignore a directive, and given the destruction this demon caused, he had no reason to try.

He was taken aback upon hearing that the demon wanted dialogue and "performance". They didn't even know each other. Why would they waste time talking instead of coming to a decisive conclusion? "Pointless. What could we possibly have to say to one another?" he refused the demon before forcing his aura to surge out toward her once more, attempting to purify Noa with the same flick that had destroyed the others as the scenery began to crumble around them.

It was true that he didn't have anymore tricks up his sleeve, but one thing he had on his side was immortality -as long as Noa didn't have a way of draining his sillage, at least. Melchior was sure that if he avoided becoming incapacitated, he could eventually wear her down. Maybe...

@Unknown -i feel like there's a distinct difference in power here, so feel free to beat his ass if that helps theatrics
Noa Orcavont
“Grand Ballistae of Lions”
"Mercy is a right for no human being. It's a gift to all willing to simply accept it."
Noa Orcavont
Feb 28 2018, 01:47 PM
Quote
Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Human
112 posts
currently Offline
played by Unknown


“Pointless?” Noa repeated. As the malefactor slowly reclined into a vertical position, she once again thrusts her hand into her cranium, the eye in her eye socket twitching as her pupil danced madly all over the white sclera.

The smug smile dissipated before her lips contorted into a frown that was turn a stomach upon first glance. “Pointless, you say?” The a fickle wind would blow and Noa, drenched in a immense amount of unstable sillage was like a ghost of a woman who only appeared when she stood in front of the soldier with her open hand out with intention to clutch onto his wind pipe with the tips of her fingers buried beneath his epidermis.

There was sheer heat radiated off the creature’s body licking at the air. The thing is, Noa actually couldn’t kill him. Not while Festerhilde stood drew breath but that was the last the malefactor wanted the soldier to know. Even if Noa were to miss her grab, she’d still kept her hand out. “Pointless is man trying to save a world that had been doomed to fail from the start. Pointless is that damned crusade of little good boys and girls trying to govern something created to be permeated with nothing but chaos and despair.” Briskly pulling her left hand out of her skull as some of the brimming oxblood sillage begins to quietly simmer down a level or two as her skull repairs itself.

“Pointless is the hope that you aren’t going to die today. So why not make your death mean something?” She concluded through clenched teeth and seething anger. After seeing that holy aura of the Crux boy once, the malefactor had a theory on how to counter it in which she was so wholly confident would work. Yes, it was time to make a show of things and eat all the devourer could especially since that passive waste of shackles which held her back all these long years had finally loosened.
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Melchior
“Salvation Blade”
We were just sinking too fast to save, the two of us whispering away.
Melchior
Mar 5 2018, 01:48 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Bellicosa
66 posts
currently Offline
played by Hiraeth


Melchior frowned when it became apparent that his words had angered the demon. It was better this way, though. Maybe Noa would make mistakes if she became emotional. The hallowed prepared to attack again, only to nearly run right into Noa as she suddenly appeared in front of him, wrapping her hand around his throat and stopping him in his tracks.

Even with the heat starting to singe his clothes and his steady depletion of breath, Melchior didn't feel the need to distance himself. Up close and personal was the most effective way for him to fight a demon, after all. But, durable as he was, he couldn't stay like that for much longer. As Noa was speaking, the hallowed dropped his sword and then slowly reached up with both hands to latch onto her arm with a death grip. It might have seemed like he was trying to break free at first, but in reality, he just wanted to keep and maintain contact with the demon. If he did manage to make contact with her, glowing white crosses would start to appear on her skin from the point of contact and spread as long as he had his hands on her. The crosses felt warm and pleasant, but if they covered her completely, she'd likely be erased or turned into a human. It depended on her origin.

"Your outlook is so negative. You must have had a terrible life," Melchior whispered on bated breath, eyes brimming with something akin to pity, but not quite so condescending. The more he fought demons, the more he was convinced he was right in eliminating them. They were all like this...so destructive and angry. Living out an existence based on strife alone...no one could enjoy that. Demons were basically trapped in a cycle of endless violence and he wanted to free them.

With newfound vigour, Melchior attempted to wrestle the demon to the ground so that he could better spread his purification. "That pain...let me erase it. All of it," he implored, eyes going wide with obsession for this goal.

@Unknown
Noa Orcavont
“Grand Ballistae of Lions”
"Mercy is a right for no human being. It's a gift to all willing to simply accept it."
Noa Orcavont
Mar 5 2018, 03:01 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Human
112 posts
currently Offline
played by Unknown


The soft glow of white pierced through Noa’s skin as she held on tightly to the soldier’s neck even if she could feel the purification fill her body. “Yes... It’s coming! It’s coming! It’s coming” Yes, this was it! The power that Noa was searching all over for. It was this storm of emotion that marked the arrival – the black hand of death parodying around in a white glow!

Noa’s black heart was beating, shimmering grains of dust being shed from her person and the overheated thoughts of an aroused woman permeated through that stone face of hers to reveal perverted delight in being purified. A cackle began to erupt as Noa relinquished her grip to let the soldier finish his purification.

“It’s here! It’s here! Yeeeeeessssssssss!!!””

Snnrrk! Just like that, a single instant, Noa’s loud laughter turned into a single yelp of agony as she felt a sharp, sensation pierce her stomach. To halves of enhanced stone combine around Melchior before Noa she looked down she saw a large white arrow having found a home in her gut before turning red. “No-!“ Before Noa even reacted, a single flash of raw sillage combusted from within Noa filling her with so much agony that it completely consumed the purification in a single radiate star.

Once it subsided, Noa was gone. Nothing but a floating mass of dust was left of her. The dust began to twirl into a violent twister was created before the grains of sand bound themselves into a single clump. First the arms would form, then the legs before finally the malefactor was almost completely reformed.

At first, there literally was no nose, eyes or even a mouth on the creature’s face before a horrid face of a full-fledged monster complete with blood shot eyes, ragged teeth with rising clouds of smoke flowing out from between them like she was chimney glared down at Festerhilde wielding her short-bow.

“FESSSSSTERHIIIIIILLLDE!!” Noa released an ear splitting below. “So close! I was so close to it! How dare you-!” The white avatar known as Festerhilde wiped a single bead of sweat from her brow.

“While thou teetered on the edge, control was mine again. Once more, thy wish hath been soundly denied. We live on.” The Festerhilde knew what Noa wanted wasn’t something that would work out in the long run. The existence of Leonidas, was one comprised of both light and darkness. True, one may over power the other but despair kept hope from consuming Leonidas while hope kept despair from ending her.
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Melchior
“Salvation Blade”
We were just sinking too fast to save, the two of us whispering away.
Melchior
Mar 10 2018, 02:01 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Bellicosa
66 posts
currently Offline
played by Hiraeth


Much to Melchior's surprise, Noa seemed to want him to purify her. Usually, demons resisted him to the bitter end, but this one understood that he was trying to save her. Somehow, that thought made him obscenely happy. The sting of happy tears pricked his eyes as he watched the merciful white glow cover Noa's body. He'd never felt so filled with purpose. For the first time in a long time, there were no conflicting thoughts. He wasn't hurting. He was helping. He was...

He flinched as his aura's advance was suddenly halted and looked down, seeing a white arrow sticking out of the demon's stomach. Before he could protest, everything went dark as he was trapped, taken away from Noa. "Wait! Let me--" There was some sort of blast outside and what little force managed to travel through the stone that trapped Melchior knocked the air out of him.

Driven by his compulsion to finish the purification, Melchior recovered quickly and started knocking on the stone walls, ignoring the blood that dripped down his hands as a result. "Let me out! If you kill her that way, she'll..." He didn't want to say it -that he was one of the only people who could actually save souls. He didn't want to think of what happened to the demons that died at the hands of people other than himself.

He could only assume it was the white-haired woman who'd interrupted, but he couldn't understand why. She had asked him to fight, and now she was interfering with him? Why would she do that when he was seconds away from defeating the demon she'd set him on? He didn't understand!

Yet he could still feel Noa's presence just outside. The arrow hadn't killed her. Perhaps now that the other woman understood she couldn't kill the demon herself, she'd step aside and let Melchior finish what he'd started. "Let me out right now!" he cried again, frustrated that the space was too small for him to simply use his sword to free himself.

@Unknown
Noa Orcavont
“Grand Ballistae of Lions”
"Mercy is a right for no human being. It's a gift to all willing to simply accept it."
Noa Orcavont
Mar 11 2018, 04:43 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Human
112 posts
currently Offline
played by Unknown


What stood before Festerhilde was a situation far too deep into the abyss? Watching that soldier fight with Noa had very much answered many questions that the white avatar kept dormant. Was this person some sort of angel? If so, why was he in the mortal realm serving under the laws of man? Was it because he was forced to – it was clear by his vigor that the soldier was as determined to purify Noa just as the malefactor was determined to die.

The only question that remained was whether the angel had fallen. So the white avatar relinquished her bow, which dissipated in a lime green hue before she pressed both of her hands on the ground. Noa, stood floating in mid –air, trembling with fire and fury. With a terrifying shout, Festerhilde saw her vision suddenly shift to the left from the force of Noa’s bare fist. Meanwhile, within the orb that held Melchior, soil and earth began to break apart and mend back together in the form of Festerhilde’s own upper torso.

This solidified clone of a messenger then spoke. “Noa and I art but two halves of one coin. Purifying the one whose nature is dark will erase, Noa, I and banish the coin as well. In doing so, a human will perish and thy wings shall be stained black with mortal blood. Only when two are one, the flames of rebirth alighteth and the work of God befits thee.” With that said, the clone melted into fallen soil along with the orb containing the soldier.

With the soldier free, a horrifying sight befell him. Festerhilde, with her face mangled and pummeled, one of her arms being broken and squashed into a fine red paste and a vindicated Noa stood over her breathing heavily through gnashed teeth. Fortunately, even in her defeated state, Festerhilde drew breath and looked on to the soldier with eyes, neither of fear nor pain but of one at peace.

The malefactor tilted her head and looked back with a twisted grin. “I do apologized. That was an unwelcomed interruption but never fear dearheart, for there are none left to stay in our way now.” Noa turned toward the creature and spread her arms out.

“Now free me from this miserable half-existance!”
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Melchior
“Salvation Blade”
We were just sinking too fast to save, the two of us whispering away.
Melchior
Mar 12 2018, 11:37 PM
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Crux Fidelis
Hallowed
Bellicosa
66 posts
currently Offline
played by Hiraeth


Melchior stopped trying to break free for a moment, staring apprehensively as the rock reformed into what looked like the girl he was supposed to be working with. He didn't know what she intended him to do if she didn't want him to kill Noa. Even if he wanted to let her live, he couldn't. His directive wouldn't allow that. The only way was for Noa to escape, but he had a feeling that wouldn't be happening. "Sorry," he whispered with a sad smile as the form crumbled and he found himself dropped on the ground.

Melchior slowly stood, taking in the brutal scene of what had happened to the other girl while he'd been trapped. He couldn't come to understand the look in her eyes -as if her mind went unchanged by what the demon had done to her. He didn't understand what she wanted him to do. She'd warned him that if he killed Noa, she'd die too -or something to that effect. But the way things were going, it looked like if he didn't kill Noa, she'd die anyway.

So Melchior stopped trying to resist his purpose as a demon-saving weapon. That was what logic told him to do.

"I have no choice," he said, not sure which one he was talking to at this point. Melchior's sword formed in his right hand and he leapt forward, aiming to thrust the blade right through Noa. He wondered if he'd regret it later.

@Unknown -i'm sorry lmao he literally can't stop fighting if there's a demon in front of him

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