SilverIce
04-28-2007, 12:32 AM
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The night was as dark as ebony, the sky thick with smoke and clouds. The street the man stood on was dim, so dark that he could barely see his own hands before his face. But he knew he was being followed.The man was a sinner, a thief and a murderer, member of the mean street gangs, he had made his first kill that evening, a cat-like man with blonde hair, from a rival gang. "Members of the gang!", he thought, "surely the news has traveled to them of their friend's death!" He quickened his pace; the followers matched his loping steps. He frantically looked around, hoping someone was near. He did not want more blood on his hands this night. But as the strangers began to close in, he knew he must. a blood encrusted knife slid into his hands, concealed by his long sleeves. They were quite near now, three of them, two large, thug-like ones, and a dignified, taller man. The thugs jogged up to him, stupid grins on their faces, both held small knives, dwarfed by their clumsy hands. The man crouched, anticipating the first thug's movement, calculating the -distance...
a dark shadow flew from his fingers, hit the fat, clumsy gang member square in the chest. His grin froze, and he slid to the cobblestones, dead. the tip of the knife extended out his back. The other thug roared, breaking the silence of the night, lunging with his dull, iron dagger. The man parried the blow, easily, and plunged the second blade into the thug's shoulder. The large man shrieked in pain, and the man pulled his knife out, plunging it into his chest. as the second man fell to the earth, the older stranger stepped forward. slowly, without fear. The man did not hesitate, threw his dagger swiftly into the old man's chest. He stumbled backwards, crouched to the ground, and stood again. A thick tendril of smoke curled around his body. The now dagger-less man nearly sobbed. The old man was unaffected by the dagger, besides a seemingly slight pain. The old man looked up. his eyes blazed with fire. The other man fell to his knees and began to cry. He was going to die...
The demon watched, amused, as the grunts eagerly ran to their doom at the hands of a lowly thief. He stepped forward just as the second man died, and fixed his eyes on his prize. He felt, dimly, the dagger puncture his chest, a killing blow. To a mortal. he pulled the dagger out of his chest, rising to his feet slowly. as his essence leaked from the wound, wrapping around him, healing the puncture mark, he spoke, applying some power to the helpless man, freezing his legs in place. "I am Sammael, a demon. and you will give me your mind and soul to feast upon." The man stared back, only horror in his eyes. He had no defiance, almost an acceptance of his fate. The demon's grin broadened. He loved it when they did not fight. he applied a bit of power, a small amount of his burning, sulfurous soul poured through his eyes, and heat instantly welled up around the helpless man.it was hot enough to almost instantly bring a redness to his face, soak his shirt with sweat. With a tender touch of his finger, the demon applied more heat to the man. His skin began to sizzle softly. The man began to scream. with a leisurely wink, the man's clothes were set alight. as the man burned to death, the demon entered his mind, and devoured it, destroyed his consciousness, feasted on his pain and sins, memory and life, it was like a sweet nectar of life, filling him with power and vitality. He was stronger than ever, he was burning with energy, he was-
a cold pain ripped through him, shattering his joyous moment. he collapsed to the ground, and slowly turned to face his attacker. a winged man stood above him, a jet of white fire pouring from his hands.The demon uttered a strange, guttural word, and the light was extinguished. The winged man flew at him, a lance appearing in his hands, made of blue crystal. Sammael rolled, the weapon missed his chest, landing deep in his arm. He screamed, the lance was pure angelic energy, a crippling poison to demons. the angel broke the lance, leaving the tip embedded in his demonic foe, and vanished in a jet of fire and light. Sammael stumbled to his feet, took four steps, and fell. His vision was blurring, his skin was the colour of ash. As he closed his eyes, smoke pouring from every exit in his body, He saw a vision. a red man, filled with swirling embers, stood before him. He spoke, his voice deep and rich; "I am the Red King, Lord of Demons. for many a thousand years you have served me well. And now, you fail to a lowly angel. It is time for us to take revenge on the world. I will rebuild you, and give you a weapon against the angels, one that will turn the tides. You were the last demon who walked the earth, and I send you back to walk it again, but in a new form." Sammael shrieked in ecstasy as he was filled with unbelievable strength, as his body morphed and bent...
I will post the rest later, PM me if you are interested in the plot and want me to continue it (this is an RP, just setting the stage right now)
Sammael would remember the next day forever. He was restored overnight, by the most powerful demon he had ever seen, a being that bordered on godhood. And he had been right; Power beyond his wildest dreams, beyond even the Red One's expectations. He was no longer confined to the form of the human filth he hunted, the powers granted to him had allowed him to transform, wolves, ravens, omens of death were all his to choose at will. His heart no longer burned with acid and sulfur, it was replaced by ice and damp, mold and grave dirt. He stood nearly eight feet tall in his human form, his thin arms concealing his inhuman strength. And his source of power shifted. No longer did he have to ravage minds and devour souls; He could drink directly from their veins, letting the blood fuel him. As a last blessing, perhaps greatest of all, he had immunity to angelic magic. They used cold and earthy magic to vanquish demons, but he no longer was attributed to fire and air, like his brethren. He was beyond that. Angelic weapons still hurt him, but no longer was their poison deadly. His greatest victory came the same night, a foolish angel spotting him moving among the darkened city streets. He paused, and dove, a long whip curling in his hands, a jet of cold fire emanating from his fist. Sammael glanced up at the angel, and with a flick of his will, sent the angel careening into a building. The angel, frightened and shocked, tried to flee, but Sammael pulled the angel to him with his power. The angel glared defiantly into his eyes, but suddenly gasped. He shivered and fell limp. Sammael had the killing gaze. Slowly, grinning widely, Sammael lowered his head, and ripped open the throat of the angel. He began to drink noisily.
((Nearly done, don't have much time right now, more up in a few hours. PS... that's riiiight... new and improved demon= vampire!))
The wars came shortly after. The Mighty Red King was busy in his ethereal realm, recreating demons, and forging new ones out of the energies made by the mortal's fears and hatred. They poured from The gate Sammael carved from obsidian, a gate that lead to the shadow world of fallen demons. first they came in hundreds, then more and more, until he had an army of thousands. The gate was located far into the seas, away from any mortal lands, so they would not be found. It happened very quickly from there. New, improved demons (not as powerful as he, but immune to angelic magic near as much as himself) scoured the mainland, cities fell in days, humans were enslaved, or worse, converted by Sammael's dark obsessions, for he had found that once a mortal was fed upon, if it had not died, it was a mindless being, devoid of emotion, but utterly dedicated to him. In only two months, they killed half of the mortals, and nearly every angel on the earth. The world was now ruled by Sammael, on behalf of the Red King. it seemed all was lost...
((whew, there! all the story on the rise of demons, more lore to be added throughout the story, and now for the angels in their current state...))
The Angels were a dying race. few of the bloodline remained, and most of the allies were now half angels, given protection against demonic power from their human bodies, and limited angelic power from their angel parent. Every day several of them were found and killed, and every day the number of demons grew. It seemed hopeless.
((now, after the short backstory on the angelic situation, some info on the available races and whatnot))
-=-ANGEL-=-
The angel is a creature of spontaneity and life. created by random crossings and blending of powerful magic, they are nearly ethereal. They are pure in their cause, often lacking logic when important decisions come to play, favoring whatever they believe is "right".
Angels all have the basic abilities to:
-fly (wings)
-wield weapons (all are skilled in a weapon of their choice in this dark age)
-"smite" (using magic tailored to the destruction of demons, no longer particularly useful, they now rely more on secondary strengths)
some other examples of strengths are the creation of golems, the use of alchemy, and the ability to heal others or self regenerate.
(alignment: Chaotic Good, rarely Neutral Good)
-=-Half-Angels-=-
A half angel is a confused being, a halfway between a mere "mortal" and a powerful angel. though more resilient to attacks than most angels, mortals lack magic. Half angels, however, are borne partially of magic, and thus have some gift for it, if not as great as angels. they are extremely immune to demons, as they have the natural resilience of magic given to them by their mortal parent, and the will to resist the corruption of demons from their angelic parent. Most half-angels do not have wings.
Half-angels have the basic abilities to:
-resist most weaker magic
-wield angelic weapons (some to a greater skill than angels themselves)
-regenerate (to a small degree, heal themselves when hurt badly. given by fusion of magic and magic resilience)
some secondary abilities may be the ability to fly (rare, but not impossible) or the ability to use alchemy
-=-Half Demons-=-
A half demon is a paradox. evil naturally bends a mortal to chaos and destruction, but demons have a strong sense of law, if not good. Mortals are born inclined to the righteous path, while demons are always corrupt. what results if they mate is a neutral and truly confused individual. he has no sense of right or wrong on his own, and is purely influenced by those around him. He is very sensitive to emotion, and can be corrupted by a consistently angry or sad place. He has great magic power, rivaling angels, and the controlling gaze of first generation demons. half-demons are very rare.
Half-demons have the abilities to:
-cast powerful spells
-control others with their minds
-wield weapons imbued with demon blood (cursed weapons, driving any other individual insane, save demons and half-demons)
some other abilities they may have are unnatural swiftness, an especially keen survival instinct, or uncanny strength.
((these are guidelines, mainly, though primary abilities are unchangeable. how the secondary ones work is like this:
Your character has three "points". these points can be put into secondary skills. any skill costs one point, especially powerful or advanced skills will cost two or three. you may spend the points how you wish, having three weaker skills, one strong and one weak, or one amazing talent, it is up to you. characters are now being accepted.))
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The night was as dark as ebony, the sky thick with smoke and clouds. The street the man stood on was dim, so dark that he could barely see his own hands before his face. But he knew he was being followed.The man was a sinner, a thief and a murderer, member of the mean street gangs, he had made his first kill that evening, a cat-like man with blonde hair, from a rival gang. "Members of the gang!", he thought, "surely the news has traveled to them of their friend's death!" He quickened his pace; the followers matched his loping steps. He frantically looked around, hoping someone was near. He did not want more blood on his hands this night. But as the strangers began to close in, he knew he must. a blood encrusted knife slid into his hands, concealed by his long sleeves. They were quite near now, three of them, two large, thug-like ones, and a dignified, taller man. The thugs jogged up to him, stupid grins on their faces, both held small knives, dwarfed by their clumsy hands. The man crouched, anticipating the first thug's movement, calculating the -distance...
a dark shadow flew from his fingers, hit the fat, clumsy gang member square in the chest. His grin froze, and he slid to the cobblestones, dead. the tip of the knife extended out his back. The other thug roared, breaking the silence of the night, lunging with his dull, iron dagger. The man parried the blow, easily, and plunged the second blade into the thug's shoulder. The large man shrieked in pain, and the man pulled his knife out, plunging it into his chest. as the second man fell to the earth, the older stranger stepped forward. slowly, without fear. The man did not hesitate, threw his dagger swiftly into the old man's chest. He stumbled backwards, crouched to the ground, and stood again. A thick tendril of smoke curled around his body. The now dagger-less man nearly sobbed. The old man was unaffected by the dagger, besides a seemingly slight pain. The old man looked up. his eyes blazed with fire. The other man fell to his knees and began to cry. He was going to die...
The demon watched, amused, as the grunts eagerly ran to their doom at the hands of a lowly thief. He stepped forward just as the second man died, and fixed his eyes on his prize. He felt, dimly, the dagger puncture his chest, a killing blow. To a mortal. he pulled the dagger out of his chest, rising to his feet slowly. as his essence leaked from the wound, wrapping around him, healing the puncture mark, he spoke, applying some power to the helpless man, freezing his legs in place. "I am Sammael, a demon. and you will give me your mind and soul to feast upon." The man stared back, only horror in his eyes. He had no defiance, almost an acceptance of his fate. The demon's grin broadened. He loved it when they did not fight. he applied a bit of power, a small amount of his burning, sulfurous soul poured through his eyes, and heat instantly welled up around the helpless man.it was hot enough to almost instantly bring a redness to his face, soak his shirt with sweat. With a tender touch of his finger, the demon applied more heat to the man. His skin began to sizzle softly. The man began to scream. with a leisurely wink, the man's clothes were set alight. as the man burned to death, the demon entered his mind, and devoured it, destroyed his consciousness, feasted on his pain and sins, memory and life, it was like a sweet nectar of life, filling him with power and vitality. He was stronger than ever, he was burning with energy, he was-
a cold pain ripped through him, shattering his joyous moment. he collapsed to the ground, and slowly turned to face his attacker. a winged man stood above him, a jet of white fire pouring from his hands.The demon uttered a strange, guttural word, and the light was extinguished. The winged man flew at him, a lance appearing in his hands, made of blue crystal. Sammael rolled, the weapon missed his chest, landing deep in his arm. He screamed, the lance was pure angelic energy, a crippling poison to demons. the angel broke the lance, leaving the tip embedded in his demonic foe, and vanished in a jet of fire and light. Sammael stumbled to his feet, took four steps, and fell. His vision was blurring, his skin was the colour of ash. As he closed his eyes, smoke pouring from every exit in his body, He saw a vision. a red man, filled with swirling embers, stood before him. He spoke, his voice deep and rich; "I am the Red King, Lord of Demons. for many a thousand years you have served me well. And now, you fail to a lowly angel. It is time for us to take revenge on the world. I will rebuild you, and give you a weapon against the angels, one that will turn the tides. You were the last demon who walked the earth, and I send you back to walk it again, but in a new form." Sammael shrieked in ecstasy as he was filled with unbelievable strength, as his body morphed and bent...
I will post the rest later, PM me if you are interested in the plot and want me to continue it (this is an RP, just setting the stage right now)
Sammael would remember the next day forever. He was restored overnight, by the most powerful demon he had ever seen, a being that bordered on godhood. And he had been right; Power beyond his wildest dreams, beyond even the Red One's expectations. He was no longer confined to the form of the human filth he hunted, the powers granted to him had allowed him to transform, wolves, ravens, omens of death were all his to choose at will. His heart no longer burned with acid and sulfur, it was replaced by ice and damp, mold and grave dirt. He stood nearly eight feet tall in his human form, his thin arms concealing his inhuman strength. And his source of power shifted. No longer did he have to ravage minds and devour souls; He could drink directly from their veins, letting the blood fuel him. As a last blessing, perhaps greatest of all, he had immunity to angelic magic. They used cold and earthy magic to vanquish demons, but he no longer was attributed to fire and air, like his brethren. He was beyond that. Angelic weapons still hurt him, but no longer was their poison deadly. His greatest victory came the same night, a foolish angel spotting him moving among the darkened city streets. He paused, and dove, a long whip curling in his hands, a jet of cold fire emanating from his fist. Sammael glanced up at the angel, and with a flick of his will, sent the angel careening into a building. The angel, frightened and shocked, tried to flee, but Sammael pulled the angel to him with his power. The angel glared defiantly into his eyes, but suddenly gasped. He shivered and fell limp. Sammael had the killing gaze. Slowly, grinning widely, Sammael lowered his head, and ripped open the throat of the angel. He began to drink noisily.
((Nearly done, don't have much time right now, more up in a few hours. PS... that's riiiight... new and improved demon= vampire!))
The wars came shortly after. The Mighty Red King was busy in his ethereal realm, recreating demons, and forging new ones out of the energies made by the mortal's fears and hatred. They poured from The gate Sammael carved from obsidian, a gate that lead to the shadow world of fallen demons. first they came in hundreds, then more and more, until he had an army of thousands. The gate was located far into the seas, away from any mortal lands, so they would not be found. It happened very quickly from there. New, improved demons (not as powerful as he, but immune to angelic magic near as much as himself) scoured the mainland, cities fell in days, humans were enslaved, or worse, converted by Sammael's dark obsessions, for he had found that once a mortal was fed upon, if it had not died, it was a mindless being, devoid of emotion, but utterly dedicated to him. In only two months, they killed half of the mortals, and nearly every angel on the earth. The world was now ruled by Sammael, on behalf of the Red King. it seemed all was lost...
((whew, there! all the story on the rise of demons, more lore to be added throughout the story, and now for the angels in their current state...))
The Angels were a dying race. few of the bloodline remained, and most of the allies were now half angels, given protection against demonic power from their human bodies, and limited angelic power from their angel parent. Every day several of them were found and killed, and every day the number of demons grew. It seemed hopeless.
((now, after the short backstory on the angelic situation, some info on the available races and whatnot))
-=-ANGEL-=-
The angel is a creature of spontaneity and life. created by random crossings and blending of powerful magic, they are nearly ethereal. They are pure in their cause, often lacking logic when important decisions come to play, favoring whatever they believe is "right".
Angels all have the basic abilities to:
-fly (wings)
-wield weapons (all are skilled in a weapon of their choice in this dark age)
-"smite" (using magic tailored to the destruction of demons, no longer particularly useful, they now rely more on secondary strengths)
some other examples of strengths are the creation of golems, the use of alchemy, and the ability to heal others or self regenerate.
(alignment: Chaotic Good, rarely Neutral Good)
-=-Half-Angels-=-
A half angel is a confused being, a halfway between a mere "mortal" and a powerful angel. though more resilient to attacks than most angels, mortals lack magic. Half angels, however, are borne partially of magic, and thus have some gift for it, if not as great as angels. they are extremely immune to demons, as they have the natural resilience of magic given to them by their mortal parent, and the will to resist the corruption of demons from their angelic parent. Most half-angels do not have wings.
Half-angels have the basic abilities to:
-resist most weaker magic
-wield angelic weapons (some to a greater skill than angels themselves)
-regenerate (to a small degree, heal themselves when hurt badly. given by fusion of magic and magic resilience)
some secondary abilities may be the ability to fly (rare, but not impossible) or the ability to use alchemy
-=-Half Demons-=-
A half demon is a paradox. evil naturally bends a mortal to chaos and destruction, but demons have a strong sense of law, if not good. Mortals are born inclined to the righteous path, while demons are always corrupt. what results if they mate is a neutral and truly confused individual. he has no sense of right or wrong on his own, and is purely influenced by those around him. He is very sensitive to emotion, and can be corrupted by a consistently angry or sad place. He has great magic power, rivaling angels, and the controlling gaze of first generation demons. half-demons are very rare.
Half-demons have the abilities to:
-cast powerful spells
-control others with their minds
-wield weapons imbued with demon blood (cursed weapons, driving any other individual insane, save demons and half-demons)
some other abilities they may have are unnatural swiftness, an especially keen survival instinct, or uncanny strength.
((these are guidelines, mainly, though primary abilities are unchangeable. how the secondary ones work is like this:
Your character has three "points". these points can be put into secondary skills. any skill costs one point, especially powerful or advanced skills will cost two or three. you may spend the points how you wish, having three weaker skills, one strong and one weak, or one amazing talent, it is up to you. characters are now being accepted.))
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