Tragic Event: Mirrors of the Desol
Nov 5, 2014 18:10:37 GMT -7
Post by Nira on Nov 5, 2014 18:10:37 GMT -7
Tragic Event
Mirrors of the Desol
S Rank
Mirrors of the Desol
S Rank
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1,844 years ago
Silvia's stared into her interlaced fingers, trying to keep her excitement in check. Her ears were enhanced by her rapidly pumping blood, allowing her to catch every whisper that passed by the cottage.
Bernal was to arrive home from work in only a few more minutes. Any second, he was going to burst through their front door with the toothiest smile in the world.
The news came this morning, when Silvia met with the wife of Bernal's boss for an enjoyable outing. The wife, Eiradi, was a terrible secret keeper. She couldn't help but tell Silvia that Bernal was going to be offered an equal partnership position to lead the merchant's guild.
Endless heartthrobs assaulted Silvia throughout the rest of the day. They were going to be rich! A wealthy family on par with nobility!
There it was, the sound of footsteps towards the porch.
The front door burst open. Bernal burst in, momentarily halted as he stubbed his toe against a stone table in his haste.
What a joyous day! An even more wonderful (and loud) night, actually.
1,837 years ago
"Look, we can pay, whatever the cost. Please." Bernal begged.
The doctor sadly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rike. The condition of your wife is incurable."
Bernal clenched his fists, resisting the urge to go on a senseless rampage. He gritted his teeth, then spoke with a voice that trembled with emotional confusion. Anger and sorrow, flowing together indiscriminately. "Y-You're the best doctors in the city, no, the continent! How is it- why can't you- why?"
"It's the fever," the doctor explained. "It's beyond survival. Even with your wife in a tub of ice, her body temperature remains at least high enough to boil water. Our medicine and techniques are no use with such levels of heat. We won't even have enough ice left to cool her, soon enough."
A wail, like one expected from a choir of tortured souls, gushed from Bernal's throat. He sunk to his knees, and dug his nails into his scalp. The doctor, with nothing else left to offer, walked away.
Tiana, barely seven at the time, approached her father. Though she did not fully understand the distress of Bernal's heart, she embraced him, offering what warmth she could.
As Bernal basked in his daughter's calming soul, he eventually regained his sanity, just in time to meet his wife one last time.
There, Bernal and Tiana said goodbye, as Silvia left for another realm.
1,833 years ago
Tiana was giggling as she entered her father's study. Alongside her was a spirit from beyond, which took the shape of a kangaroo made from transparent blue light.
"Look daddy," said the eleven year old girl. "Look where the treat went in Kosa!"
Floating in the transparent kangaroo's stomach was a bundle of grass. The leafy green dancing in the somewhat incorporeal digestive system of the spirit.
Following the death of Silvia, Bernal had devoted himself to finding a cure for everything that could threaten the lives of his loved ones. His research brought him knowledge of the spirits, and how to manipulate the essences of life.
Bernal chuckled. "Oh, how very fascinating indeed. You know, if you fee-"
The glass window behind Bernal shattered, as a large rock landed onto his desk. A second later, a bottle of alcohol followed the rock though the broken glass pane. The bottle shattered, and the liquid swiftly caught fire. The room was soon consumed by a blaze.
Outside their home, the frightful chant of a mob could be heard. "Kill them! Kill the conjurers!"
Bernal tore off his robe, which had be lit by the flames. Panicking, he ran forward and picked up his daughter, before running out of his study. The kangaroo spirit dissipated as it left the material dimension.
Every window of the house was broken by a barrage of stone. More bottles and barrels were hurled in, starting an inferno.
There was no chance they'd survive inside. Tiana was already coughing from the fume. If they stayed for any longer, they'd suffocate before being burned to ashes.
Bernal sprinted to the front door, and charged through. The wood splintered around him in his adrenaline-fueled dash.
The mob was waiting for them. They ran forth as a stampede, on par with a crash of rhinos. The family of two found themselves swiftly surrounded.
Violence reigned. The faces of the citizens invoked fear and insanity, painted wildly by the shadows of the flaming mansion. Their weapons fell upon Bernal and Tiana, bringing unbearable agony as it drew blood.
There was the sound of triumph at the end of the night, for the spirit talker had been purged.
Or so they thought.
1,789 years ago
Bernal sat in the center of a worn cottage, which had been eroded by time. It was the first home he ever built, upon the first piece of land he ever bought. He was happy here, spending the passing days with Silvia. Now it was a ruin, unkempt and ignored.
He had been stabbed and burned, but he lived. His body of scars made him a grotesque pink canvas against the shadowy black frame of the cottage.
Bernal wanted to come here one last time, as if he expected Silvia and Tiana to be waiting for him.
But they weren't. He had held on to life for so long because of false hope and denial, but now it was as clear as day. There was nothing here. He was alone in a broken home, and his family was waiting on the other side. Time to join them, he thought.
Before Bernal could drive a stake through his neck, he was distracted by the sudden sound of crackling flames.
A man, no... a devil had come. The creature's skin was a bright shade of blue, which was almost dazzling against the shade. His face, though vaguely human, had a maw worthy of a fearsome tiger.
The devil was a lawful thing, bound to truth, which Bernal was aware of. Its name was Fashaair, and its offer placed new hope in Bernal's heart.
For the promised revival of his family, of Silvia and Tiana; Five million souls must be slain in the devil's name.
1,447 years ago
Bernal's soul was tethered to the material world. He refused to rest until he brought his family back to the light.
But it was bleak. More than three hundred years were spent murdering all in sight, but barely half a million had been claimed in the name of Fashaair.
Bernal was certainly getting better at it, as he found a path into necromancy. Those he slain joined his growing army.
But such darkness was never meant for him, Bernal never saw this in his future. His thoughts once again turned to a shorter route. To slay himself as a shortcut, so that he may join his two loves in the next realm.
But Fashaair couldn't have that, so the devil appeared for the second time. Two mirrors had been brought along by the devil, and gifted to Bernal as an assurance of the payment to come.
When Bernal gazed upon the surface of the mirrors, he saw two separate worlds, unlike anything he had ever seen.
The first was a shimmering green forest, with trees made from emeralds, and leaves out of dust. A calm and sparkling storm.
The second was a vast pink plain. The oddly colored grass was home to exotic young animals from all over the globe. There was no rhyme or reason. Tiny alligators played upon the backs of grizzly bear cubs.
Shortly after looking into the mirrors, Bernal felt his spirits soar. From the edge of the first mirror, Silvia stepped out. Then from the edge of the second, Tiana peeked around.
United again, but divided by glass.
And, as Fashaair assured, those walls would come down when the deal was done.
1,173 years ago
They called him the Desol. The single person responsible for over three million deaths.
Silvia had been horrified when she first found out the details of the deal. She encouraged Bernal to put an end to it, but when Bernal refused, Silvia stepped out from the mirror's sight.
Though in anguish, and heartbroken again, Bernal was still allowed the company of his daughter. Tiana chose not to abandon her father.
But that was hundreds of years ago, and Silvia had since returned, reluctantly.
It was more for the promise that was since made.
Bernal guaranteed that, once reunited, he would drop the reach of his power, and let all the fallen rest. Then, a family of three once more, they would travel far away from the darkness.
A home upon a cliff, overlooking a radiant ocean horizon. Their place, a home of peace for all time.
1,071 years ago
Try as they might, the Paladins of Reina were unable to topple the Desol.
Bernal had slain or crippled all but one Paladin, and now they dueled.
The Desol verses the greatest of the Reina Paladins, Jelra.
As powerful as he was under the guidance of light, Jelra wasn't able to harm the Desol. His shining soulforged sword was practically dull against the power of misfortune that cloaked Bernal.
A few of the crippled paladins managed to crawl to one another in their last moments, and agree upon using a powerful ritual at the cost of what little life remained between them.
Soon, Jelra found himself empowered by the force of his allies, as a pillar of light descended upon the tower of the Desol.
Bernal's entire army was lost to time, displaced in a separate dimension.
There, though it felt like seconds to them, Bernal and Jelra were to duel for a millennium.
477 years ago
"Remember, Children of Reina," The old knight said to a gathering of young squires. "The Desol may yet return, and we must always be ready, so train with all your might."
14 years ago
"Oh please," Felix said, "do you honestly still believe that myth?"
"Of course!" Cadence declared, though anyone could make out the glimmer of doubt in his voice. "I mean... why don't you guys?"
Rosaline rolled her eyes. "It's a story, trying to teach us a lesson or whatever. Always be prepared and train hard, isn't it?"
Alexander nodded. "They want us to work hard, so they scared us with the story of the Desol when we were too young to know better. That's all it is."
Around them, fellow knights and squires muttered their agreement.
2 weeks ago
A bolt of lightning, thicker than a redwood trunk and many times brighter than the sun, struck Mount Jelra. The mountain split in two, covering the forests below with rubble as it collapsed.
In its place, there stood a black tower that stretched up to the clouds.
Bernal stepped forth to look at the future. Jelra's blade, Vazirel, rested in his right hand.
The two mirrors were propped up besides him.
"Half a million more, I'm almost there."
Today
The Five Great Nations are under attack!
From each nation, a demonic army burst out from the earth, composed of countless undead. Each of the five armies were lead by their own sort of commander, a figure of immense evil and strength.
An ancient order, the Paladins of Reina, are one of the few organizations who know what the threat is, though most of their members originally thought of it to be a myth.
The leader, known as the Desol, commands the five armies from an impenetrable tower. The tower itself is a type of durable metal, but the barrier around it is what makes it impenetrable. Brute force can't pierce the barrier, as it is composed of endlessly regenerating soul. Instead, an unorthodox method of travel must be taken.
If any one of the five army commanders is taken down, a Paladin of Reina could forge a portal from the commander's undead essence in a complex ritual.
This is an urgent catastrophe. The armies are targeting any settlement in sight, thoroughly eliminating every person and adding them to the army. To take down the Desol, the strongest are called to action, and paid to the highest degree.
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Location: The Five Great Nations
Rules:
- Read all of this, carefully.
- I will be ruthless. Do not personally contact me OOC (PMs, Skype, etc) regarding what occurs in the event. I don't care if it's discussed among yourselves, or in the C-box.
- Contacting me personally will result either in your disqualification, or an automatic critical if you're in a fight.
- Anyone may join at any time during the event.
- The main boss can only be reached if you're directly involved in defeating one of the five mini-bosses.
- I will close any mini-boss threads from new entries if it gets too full (usually ~3 participants), which will force anyone else to join other mini-boss threads.
- Closed-from-entry threads will open back up when a participant has died.
- Due to the amount of threads, the GM's IIC will be longer than usual.
- To be considered a noteworthy participant for the augmented reward, the user must RP exceptionally well.
- Defeating a mini-boss is enough to be considered an event credit, and the participant may choose to leave with an award at that point, without facing the main boss.
- Leaving early bans that character from entering the event again (they will be considered timeskipped to after the event's completion).
- Alternative accounts are allowed to attend separate mini-boss threads, but only one account per person may head up to the main boss. Even if that account's character dies to the main boss, no other alternates may head up there.
- Those who participate with multiple accounts will get multiple reward chances, but will only earn 1 event credit total.
IIC Length:
Prize(s):
Sword, Longsword (Advanced)
117 cm blade length
Masterwork: +10 Striking Damage
Superior: +2 Resistance to Automatic Break
Advanced: +10 Striking Damage[/quote][/ul]
