Empyrean Destiny (SA)

OoC: This is so bad... but I really have so much crap to write for History that I don't care. I just wanted to get it started.

“The Tournament of Empyrean Destiny…” Vane uttered as he stared down upon the great coliseum that was one of the greatest features of the aerial city of Bimalon. It hadn’t been too long since he had last been to the empyrean metropolis that spanned three different dimensional planes. It was there that he knew that some familiar faces would be arriving to compete in an arena the size of a country for the title of the “Demigod Warrior.”

“You talking to yourself again?” came a voice as Elryth jumped up on the pillar next to his father. The sight of Aerthyria gave both of them chills. Elryth was aware that he would be facing his father in the upcoming tournament along with a lot of others that were considered the best. Elryth was well aware that he was more than capable of matching his father, but he had to be cautious anyway. Events of Vane’s past battles flowed through his head.

“El! Wake up. It’s time,” Vane shouted, arousing his son. Elryth watched his father jump down from his perch and soon followed. He judged the fall to be approximately four hundred feet in the time that he was falling. Upon hitting the ground, he casually walked towards the arena.

Vane was several spaces in front of him in the line; the prodigy was able to recognize two of the other combatants right off the bat. One of them was Kandred Kallissius, an opponent of his father’s. The other was Kuroshi Katsuchi, a man that he had encountered a couple times already. Seeing Kuroshi reminded him of an old prank and he decided to re-enact it.

“Hey, Kuroshi!” He yelled over at the Shinigami.

“What? BOUNTO KID?” Kuroshi yelled. “You are in this tournament, too?”

“Er… I say that we kiss and make up,” Elryth laughed as he puckered up and let a gust of air blow out. Words formed in the air of icy breath that said Yes… you’re fucked!

Kuroshi made no comment. Veins swelled in his head.

“That’s payback for calling me a kid,” Elryth smirked as he pushed Kuroshi out of the line and took his place next to Kandred.

Kuroshi let out an angry roar as he removed his blade and plunged it into the heart of the person in line behind Elryth. Everyone around him stared as the blood poured all on the floor and the body fell, limp, to the floor.

“What do you know? One less guy for me to beat before I can kill you!”

“What the hell is your problem?” Vane yelled from in front of Kandred.

“Don’t worry, father,” Elryth laughed as he outstretched his arm. “The heart is still reaching brainwaves, which means I can help. A golden aura crept around his hand and connected itself to the gaping hole in the man’s body. Elryth’s face began to turn dark and areas of skin crusted and fell off as the hole in the man’s chest was mended. “Just ignore it,” he laughed, turning around. His wound was already covered with remium.

Few things happened between then and the time that the contestants were called out. A nearby Bimalonian guard took the unconscious man away and Elryth slipped him a five hundred to not pull Kuroshi out of the competition. Things would finally be underway…

OoC: As you can see, it's a tournament. Unlike normal tourneys, this is all one battle; there is no advancement. As you might have guessed, there will be no real winner, since we all know the ending is them all forming the SA. Let's have some fun!

Joker tilted his head as he looked upon a dream from someone in a different realm from his own. It had something to do with a tourney... and as Joker surveyed the surroundings he began grinning. He knew he wasn't the sort to really do well in a battle having little stamina for hacking and slashing but he was decent... and the Dream realm was getting boring.. the Real realm was alllways boring... so maybe he should try visiting this place?

Pulling from the dream Joker pulled out his dagger and sliced the air in the rough shape of an archway. Focusing his powers on it he was able to construct a portal to anywhere he'd been... and while he hadn't been there before the Dream gave enough detail for Joker to make his way confidently into the portal...

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"AIIIIIYAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Joker screeched when he realised he was several hundred feet in the air and falling fast. Switching his position so he wouldn't belly flopped, he sat up straight and crossed his legs as he pondered what to do. Then he realised there were several pillars in the area and with a grin he passed a finger along the edge of one of his blades. They were made in the Dream Realm and therefore carried out whatever he wanted of them wherever he was.

"Bring one of these pillars down for Joker..." He whispered and threw it quickly at the base of one in front of him. Things went according to plan as the blade embedded itself at the base and a flash of purple light later a slice cut its way through the pillar. It tilted towards Joker and the thick wall beside him, crashing into it and tilting, giving Joker a nice smooth ramp.

Landing upon it, Joker thanked the lord his shoes were thick and smooth enough to make his descent possible as he slid his way down slanted pillar, snagging a broken pole that had once held a flag upon it. He squinted his eyes against the rushing wind and crouched, waiting for the right moment.

Seeing a glint, he crouched lower and snagged his blade, sheathing it where he belonged along one of his forearms. Realising he was near the end, he gripped the pole and dug it into the pillar, using it to vault his way up into the air. He went up and forward, his speed not causing him to go straight up. Instead he was heading straight for a line of warriors who were looking at him incredulously.

Joker grimaced and spun mid air, grabbing his dagger and upon landing braced his legs against the forward skid as he leaned back and jammed his dagger in the ground. It sank deep but his speed was too great and he kept going forward, his blade cutting into the ground and leaving a growing slice behind him. He turned to glare at it, his purple eyes slits. It pulsed purple then his speed gradually stopped.

Sighing Joker sat on the ground then noticed he was a few meters away from the warriors who were still staring. Some were grinning and others just stared at him stonily.

"Umm.. Joker will just line up now~" Grinning he flipped to his feet and made his way to the end of the line, whistling cheerfully as he cleaned his dagger. Adrenaline still coursed through him and Joker was unbelievably happy that he'd managed to make a big entrance. His arm felt like hell but hey, he'd get by as always.

OoC: Lolz, made this up on the spot and hope it meets your approval =3

The sun beat down on the ground, baking it in it's rays. Ralis walked along a beaten path, traveling from city to city, looking for a place to stay. Unfortunately, he had no map in his possession and just followed the same beaten path. Small shrubs and bushes spread on his left and right. Pebbles and rocks were submerged in the path and not a tree or shade was around for Ralis. He sighed and kicked a loose rock off the ground and it rolled into the plants near him. When Ralis followed, he saw a piece of splintered wood caught in the shrubs.

Ralis dug inside and grabbed hold of whatever the splintered object was. It was a dusty and worn sign. He could barely make out the writing, it looks like it'd been here for a long while. The really strange thing was that a town, city, or village were leagues away. Where could this sign come from? He looked around the horizon and saw nothing but a mountain that head high into the sky.

Ralis was curious. Maybe there was some sort of a town on the mountain summit. He began his ascent. As he continued up the mountain slope, he saw a giant, ominous cloud that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Ralis ignored it and went on his way. After making it to the peak of the mountain, there was something strange.

A giant hole in the cloak rifted open and a strong current blew through the air. Ralis looked around but found no homes or town. Just a couple of rocks. He was tired, sighed a kicked another rock and watched as it bounced along the mountain top. The rock instantly flew into the air at dangerous speeds. Ralis stepped forward and his feet flew over his head and he was hurtled into the air. Ralis didn't know what to do or what was going on, but he was being tossed into the wind, like the cloud was dragging him into it. He looked down and saw the ground get further and further away, his stomach churning and Ralis buried his face into his arms.

When he came to, Ralis heard the sound of metal clash and people talking. Some people stared at his strangely as he was caught lying on the ground. Ralis got and and scratched his head, wondering where he was and what happened. Ralis got up and walked around noticing giant stone pillars and walls, brackets posted on every wall. He headed over to a banner on a doorway and read it out loud.

"Aerthyria, Tournament of Empyrean Destiny?"

Ralis saw a table, many fliers scattered on it. He walked toward and a man sitting at the table handed Ralis an ink quill and a paper to sign. Ralis signed his name and the man gave him another paper with the number '26' on it and directed Ralis to the coliseum gate.

Many warriors were aligned at the coliseum's gate. Ralis saw someone stab a man and instantly grabbed his sword, slightly releasing the icy steel from its ivory sheathe and stepped towards to get in line. Ralis pulled his chained cloak over his body, concealing his weapons, and donned the hood to keep a low profile. He equipped his gauntlets and broke them in again, flexing the steel and leather over his hands. Ralis heard something growl from behind him.

Ralis turned his head and saw a wolf march into the coliseum line, head held high. Behind it was an elf, his gold glimmering hair reflecting the light. A gold hilted sword revealed itself through a crease of his gold and blue traveling cloak and he stood behind Ralis in line, waiting for the coliseum matches to start with Ralis.

Coll crouched low under a tree, he was observing a great coliseum, flooded with warriors. His astounding curiousity was intrigued by the spectacle of so much power and skill all in one place. He considered himself a powerful being, but he doubted very much his chances of winning this tournament, in which the winner would be dubbed: 'The Demigod Warrior'.

There was a queue in which the combatants were to wait to get into the arena, he waited patiently, but not without entertainment. There was blood oozing from the person in front of him, this was a heated battle already.

During his time waiting, a lot of people glanced at him, whenever he returned the stare they would quickly look away. Some people even left the queue after seeing him, his terrifying appearance had already beaten some before the true test had begun! He also measured his opponents in this time, making mentals notes of there weapons and appearence. One warrior in peticular caught his eye. A Elf, or was it a Human? It was hard to tell, he had hair of gold, and a blade of dazzling blue. He seemed to be in his teenage years. His armour was quite memorable, a golden green jerkin, and sparkling metal armour to complete his image.

He had seen a lot of these hero-types. They have amazing, remarkable armour but no skill, but he thought that this one had to be different, otherwise he wouldn't be here. He hoped that he had thought wrong though.

After a long wait, an announcer called out a message to the impatient warriors:
'Hello everyone, thank you for coming here to compete for the title of Demigod Warrior!'

The voice boomed in everyone's ears, as people rustled with excitement.

'You are about to enter the Tournament of Empyrean Destiny!'

OoC: Short, bad, but it got the job done! Sorry MaskedLegend for using Rorand in my posts, but I could use him well as an example of the power of the tournament.

OoC: lolcopterrrrr

BiC:
"You are about to enter the Tournament of Empyrean Destiny!"

The plump announcer stopped short as a circle carved itself into his neck. Out crawled two cloaked figures, one in a brown cloak, one in black, this one brandishing an extremely tall pole.

As the neck fat-portal closed, the announcer's spine snapped under the pressure of another dimension. The black-clad shed his cowl, revealing onyx-black skin. He turned to a nearby guard.

"Vadrus Valin," he said, pointing to himself. "Vyn Valin," this time pointing to his comrade. "Enter us in this tournament; We're both curious about it."

"Let's get in line, Vadrus," Vyn whispered. The two jumped from the stands to the back of the line.

But neither of them wanted to be in the back. They shoved and pushed their way up until they got to Kuroshi. When almost half of the warriors didn't care for their rudeness, the Valin's didn't care. They just slaughtered the bastards.

Elryth grew nauseous. Not because of the fact that the warriors were killed so easily, he knew they were weak, but because the two dark elves killed them in the first place.

Kuroshi watched as the souls rose from their bodies with a sigh. This would be quite the battle.

"Wake up, you two," he whispered to his swords. Nothing happened. "Damn it, that would've looked cool...Now I look like an idiot!" he whispered to himself, then he realized everyone around him heard what he said.

It then hit Kuroshi that he was really, really stupid. "Damn it, stop looking at me! Scratch, Negaimaru! Bite, Tsukimaru!" The swords erupted and curved, taking their Shikai forms.

The guards of the bimalonian column would have done something about the two dark elves long ago, if not for a third elf's threats. The fabled Varimathras, now living with the name of Valin. The deadly elf held a private conversation with the two vampiric, bloodthirsty dvunrae.

OoC: Alright, my characters are introduced. Vyn Valin, Vadrus Valin, and Kuroshi.

Not Varimathras.

Search them, because I don't have them in my sig xD
Also...
www.s7.invisionfree.com/balance_of_power
Mine and Vane's silronian site. They're more private forums then public.
Register there, and PM me or Vane on ZU with a choice; Heaven (which I rule over) or Hell (which Vane rules over), and we'll put you in the group. Only members of the Heaven group can see the Heaven forums, and likewise with Hell.

Anyway, yeahz.

Lothreian looked upon the poster with a slight sign of amusment in his eyes. He looked it over memorizing all the details. He started walking towards the location on the poster. After about an hour of walking he came to a circular man standing on a little platform.

" Is this tornement for anyone to join?" asked Lothreian questioningly. He waited a few moments for a reply as the man was busy with papper work. The man seemed not to notice the question. Lothreian waited politely marveling at the fortune of such good weather. Finally he asked again.

" Is this competition open for anyone to join?" asked Lothreian a little more loudly. Again he waited but this time the little fat man seamed to notice his pressence.

" " Sure." he remarked obviously none to happy with his position. He was also obviously bored. " Why? Are you interested in joining?"

" If I wasnt, I would not have asked would I have?" asked Lothreian sarcastically and quickly loosing his patients with the man.

" So." asked the man. He was wearing all black and had a badge on his shirt.

" To awnser your question man with no sense, I would like to enter very much so, so sign me up before I loose my temper with little fat men." remarked Lothreian rudely but obviously his patients was lost due to the mans behavior.

The man quickly scribbled down something then asked, " Your name would be."

" Lothreian." replied the wood elf quiet calmly once again. " Thats L-o-t-h-r-e-i-a-n. Wierd name huh?"

The man laughed quiet amused. He kept scribbling then handed Lothreian a paper. " You are number fifteen. Go to the area where the other contestants are, by the bench on the left side of the stadium." the fat man set back about to his work with a frown on his face muttering something like ... "Im not fat, just a little chubby, and as to no common sense, I have plenty, its him who has none.

Lothreian ignored him and walked towards the designated area wtih a slight spring in his step, Today was going to be a glorious day. he thought to himself.

OoC: Just a little note. There are humans in Bimalon, but 80% of the people are Bimalonians.

If you choose to describe one of them, just make sure you know that they have wings and white feathers on the sides of their heads. Heavy armor, as well. The deadline to start the battle is on Wednesday. If anyone wants to join after the fight starts, then they have to make their character pop in in a creative way. The moderators of the tournament don't care who comes in, so you make it however you want.

EDIT: I must be autistic or something because I put Wednesday >_>

Obviously I mean today.

OoC: My character is referred to as Mirorin, only in times of extreme formality will Uichidae even come up. His name is Japanese, surname first. If anyone is interested in knowing, I still have s-mod or admin (don't remember) powers at BOP, Me and Vane go way back. Mirorin is posted there in hell as well.

BiC:
A small glow appeared at the end of the line, causing some of the contestants to stare. It grew to the size of a recreational ball and then stretched into two. The two balls, still connected by a line of energy, began to rotate and spark a little. They went to a height of exactly seven feet and four inches from the ground, and then touched the ground. The spinning was picking up and they began to go up and down faster and faster until there seemed to be a white cylinder at the end of the line. There was a flash of light and a very tall man stood within the space formerly occupied, shedding sparks of lightning. His weapon was an insanely large broadsword, reaching the middle of his calves from its place on his back. Its wicked curve sent chills down the spines of the more than a couple of the contestants. The naked blade emanated power, as did the man's body. His other weapon was a long-bladed dagger hanging from the back of his belt, the purpose of this weapon yet unknown. A garrote wire was on his belt next to the blade, and his leggings had six holsters filled with kunai knives. A well trained eye might also find his daggers, hidden in the long sleeves of his nobleman's shirt. He was dressed like a noble but his clothes were built as a warrior's, making him stand out a bit. In a cultured voice he asked, "Is registration still open?"

"Yes sir, Mister...?" An armor-clad Bimalonian informed him from behind.

"Uichidae Mirorin," Mirorin said turning to face him. "Would you please add me to the list?"

Feathers bobbed with the nod as the man strode off, and Mirorin turned back around adjusting his headband. He then drew Rakurai, his sword, effortlessly with his left hand, holding it with a lax grip a few feet off the ground. To the silent awe of those still staring, his sword arm was ramrod still. Shaking his head, Mirorin yawned, his ponytail swishing silently.

OoC: That could have been better... I haven't been on the RP scene in a while. A bit rusty is all I hope.

OoC: I'll start with an opening postyyyyy~~~~~! This is going to be fucking chaotic!!

BiC: "Should we just begin?!" Kuroshi yelled, bored as ****. He wanted to slice that alchemic kid's throat open, then put his own organs in a calcinator and see how he likes it. Turning to a bimalonian guard, he yelled the same question with more puerility. The guard became flustered, not knowing what to do.

"I guess you could..."

As soon as the guard finished that sentence, there was a flash of movement, everyone scrambling for their lives.

"Stop!" yelled a voice. There he was, in all his glory, Rael Aeria. "The rules for yon tournament are as followed. 1. You may kill, but no one will truly die." (This brought a sigh of relief from a few people. Elryth and Vane already knew, of course, having lived in Bimalon for years.). "2. You won't be fighting here. 3. The arena you'll be fighting in will change according to my own thoughts...Wait, none of these are rules..." The captain of Bimalon thought in serenity for a moment. "Everyone step into the portal. You'll be fighting there."

Everyone followed his orders, even the dvunrae.

They were all transported, via the portal, to a humongous circular arena. The sky above them was orange and green. So was the sky below them...(It would be a long fall.)

"Well, the only way you could die here would be to jump off, ^_^."

OoC: I'll change or delete this here posty if ye don't approve of it, Rob. I'm also keeping that face there in Rael's last statement.

Ooc: Ill post second. Thats kind of obvious to anyone who can count though.

Bic: Lothreian was shocked at the suddeness that the battle started already. It was out of the blue. He still had so many questions. Were powers legal? Was it an anything goes sort of tornament. These questions still raged in his mind as he found himself ontop of a cloud.

They sure dont like to explain much around here do they. But I cant use my powers any way. What did that guy say? Was it ... the areana would change acording to his mood? Or something like that. No one was moving though. Was there a signal flag that sounded off? Or was every one just waiting for the first person to make a move? thought Lothreian intently before he realized no one else even had there weapons out.

It was cool on the cloud and only a slight breeze stirred. Strange for being on a cloud. thought Lothreian trying his best to take in all his surroundings. Trying to give himself an edge. Suddenly a cloud billowed up through the center of the field as the contestents were set around the ring. By the time the cloud moved, Lothreian had his bow out, yet everyone was gone. They all had moved. They all had waited for this sign. The cloud started to ripple in waves of moving fluff. Then he cuaght a glint of armour behing a masive cloud wall and echoes of battle reahced his ears.

Cuatiously Lothreian stepped forward. Then another step. Soon he was jogging. He turned the corner to find two contestants locked in battle. He waited to see who the victor would be.

Ooc: Was that okay?

OOC:Um... Vane told me I could post in this now... sweet.

Bic:
"I hope the tournamant has'nt stated yet!" Wave said as he dashed into the arena.
'A cloud? What the ****' Wave thought to himself as he stood on it. Immedatly He was targeted by Lothreian, sword drawn.
"What? already? Very nice." Wave said as he drew his sword and went into a reverse slash, witch completly missed as Lothreain side stepped and lunged into Wave.
Wave jumped back into a safe distance and charged again, this time managing to get a few hits on him. As the two collieded again, Wave just sat and groaned as he blocked a sword thrust and countered with his own.

"You're fighting skills are quite good." Wave remarked as he frontflip and landed his sword onto Lotherian, the added force of gravity aiding him.

"I take that back... the're avrage." Wave said as he advanced again, only to be pushed back again.

Wave went into a defensive stance as he was grabbed and thrown into the air. As he came down, he thrusted downward on Lotherian sword and pulled it upward, disarming the sword.

OOC: I hope that was a good entrance... short, I know.

Lothreian pulled out two other blades. A dager and another sword. He stood there watching his opponent before attempting a fluries of blows. Each of wich was blocked by this wave character. But he kept attacking, and eventually blades sword hit the cloud. Lothreian pointed his blade at waves throat.

" What say you?" asked Lothreian panting. Wave gave Lothreian a look as though he was crazy even to consider surrendering. With one swift motion, he pulled out a knife from Lothreian boot, and attacked. Lothreian held him off, both figures grappled. They then stopped as severe sword clashes reached their ears. Both drew off ten feet. They looked across the billoing clouds.

Two lone figures stood clashing their swords, back and forth giving ground then taking. Blow by blow both Wave and Lothreian watched them battle. The two figures were still too far away to have to worry about though so Wave and Lothreian faced each other again. Lothreian sheathed his weapons. These foes may be more formidable then I thought. considered Lothreian. But then he remembered his powers. He whistled then screached.

Wave looked at Lothreian once again like he was crazy, before a giant cloud billowed between them and a dark shape flew up from the clouds. The shape swooped down. If powers are ilegal, Ill find out now.. Thought Lothreian.

" How do you like my Eagle?" laughed Lothreian as Wave starred at the shadow taht hovered above him. Wave looked back at Lothreian. He charged. The eagle shot through the clouds sending wave flying backwards. He regained himself and charged again, only to have the eagle launch itself up through the clouds and catch Wave square on sending him twenty feet into the air before landing flat on his face. He got up and looked at Lothreian.

" Cool. Can I do that again?" he joked. But Lothreian was serious.

" Sure." he replied simply and Wave once again found himself soaring through the air. To land heavily some fifteen feet farther. Lothreian looked at his opponent, waiting for his next move.

Ooc: Okay, how do we determine who dies first? Does some one post and have there own character withdrawn from the battle, or can an opponent remove someone from play?