*Kuhtak immediately teleports away from the blast, then looks disappointed as he realizes he did that rather than break the mask.* "Bu-bu-but-but?"
"Kuhtak, in the waterfalls of dust here, there are minuscule Rahi. There can barely be seen by the naked eye, and are harmless alone. In a swarm, however, metallic and mechanical objects will have difficulty surviving. It appears, my friend, that you have an infestation of Dust Darters."
As Vindurax says this, a swarm of Dust Darters dive at Kuhtak from behind.
*They become highly difficult to control as they succumb to the effect of having their attention being pulled every which way. Kuhtak teleports again and then lets out a sonic scream.* "Stop distracting me from whatever it is I'm trying to do!!! Great, because of you, whoever you are, I no longer remember what it is I was going to do, though running a small business seems very tempting right now."
"Kuhtak, in the waterfalls of dust here, there are minuscule Rahi. There can barely be seen by the naked eye, and are harmless alone. In a swarm, however, metallic and mechanical objects will have difficulty surviving. It appears, my friend, that you have an infestation of Dust Darters."
As Vindurax says this, a swarm of Dust Darters dive at Kuhtak from behind.
*They become highly difficult to control as they succumb to the effect of having their attention being pulled every which way. Kuhtak teleports again and then lets out a sonic scream.* "Stop distracting me from whatever it is I'm trying to do!!! Great, because of you, whoever you are, I no longer remember what it is I was going to do, though running a small business seems very tempting right now."
Vindurax releases the Dust Darters, and they return to the nearest waterfall of dust. "Silence, fool!" Vindurax uses Silence of Kuhtak, countering the scream. He proceeds to use Gravity to crush his fellow Makuta's armour.
*They become highly difficult to control as they succumb to the effect of having their attention being pulled every which way. Kuhtak teleports again and then lets out a sonic scream.* "Stop distracting me from whatever it is I'm trying to do!!! Great, because of you, whoever you are, I no longer remember what it is I was going to do, though running a small business seems very tempting right now."
Vindurax releases the Dust Darters, and they return to the nearest waterfall of dust. "Silence, fool!" Vindurax uses Silence of Kuhtak, countering the scream. He proceeds to use Gravity to crush his fellow Makuta's armour.
*Being crushed by gravity brings a fuzzy memory into sudden focus.* "Avoss." *Kuhtak teleports away from Karzahni.*
Vindurax releases the Dust Darters, and they return to the nearest waterfall of dust. "Silence, fool!" Vindurax uses Silence of Kuhtak, countering the scream. He proceeds to use Gravity to crush his fellow Makuta's armour.
*Being crushed by gravity brings a fuzzy memory into sudden focus.* "Avoss." *Kuhtak teleports away from Karzahni.*
Frowning, Vindurax returns to the Southern Chains.
Frowning, Vindurax returns to the Southern Chains.
"Smooth."
Umbraia scratches off the writing on her arm band.
"Now where are my dogs?"
At the sound of her voice and the command of her will, two Energy Hounds converge on her location.
"Mnemosyne, my lady, he has left your island."
"And thus, no longer under my protection. You have my full blessing to kill, in fact-" Mnemosyne appears, with her parasol in hand. The golden shaft gleams, the dark green fabric blowing gently, the golden spikes glinting wickedly. Mnemosyne's graceful, elegant, dainty yet somewhat frail appearance is overshadowed by her brilliant darkish green armor, with the golden accents and trims. Her height is very tall, for some reason, her milky white eyes gleam, although make her look blind.
"I will aid you in smashing him. The final blow shall be yours."
Umbraia scratches off the writing on her arm band.
"Now where are my dogs?"
At the sound of her voice and the command of her will, two Energy Hounds converge on her location.
"Mnemosyne, my lady, he has left your island."
"And thus, no longer under my protection. You have my full blessing to kill, in fact-" Mnemosyne appears, with her parasol in hand. The golden shaft gleams, the dark green fabric blowing gently, the golden spikes glinting wickedly. Mnemosyne's graceful, elegant, dainty yet somewhat frail appearance is overshadowed by her brilliant darkish green armor, with the golden accents and trims. Her height is very tall, for some reason, her milky white eyes gleam, although make her look blind.
"I will aid you in smashing him. The final blow shall be yours."
After considering, she agrees.
"I'm taking the dogs to the Southern Continent. I sense Avoss is there... unless Kuhtak was merely throwing us off by saying his name."
"And thus, no longer under my protection. You have my full blessing to kill, in fact-" Mnemosyne appears, with her parasol in hand. The golden shaft gleams, the dark green fabric blowing gently, the golden spikes glinting wickedly. Mnemosyne's graceful, elegant, dainty yet somewhat frail appearance is overshadowed by her brilliant darkish green armor, with the golden accents and trims. Her height is very tall, for some reason, her milky white eyes gleam, although make her look blind.
"I will aid you in smashing him. The final blow shall be yours."
After considering, she agrees.
"I'm taking the dogs to the Southern Continent. I sense Avoss is there... unless Kuhtak was merely throwing us off by saying his name."
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Aug 24, 2017 19:04:59 GMT
In a burning hot glacier, Shaytan sits upon a blackstone throne, imported straight from the Southern Continent. His eyes darken, as he listens to his adviser's words. A bolt of black lightning streaks through the air, hitting the adviser, and sending her flying across the room. Shaytan stands, walking towards the adviser. "You mean to tell me.. Abaddon has conquered Apollyon's domain, and has placed the Furies to be the roaming chief torturers? That Apollyon, now in the service of Mnemosyne, is missing?" The demonic warlord hissed out.
"Y-yes, m-master S-shaytan!" The adviser stammered out.
"Send a summons to the other Lords. We will convene, before presenting a case to Her."
"Really, Her?"
"Yes. Crystalia must know of these events. Now go! GO SUMMON THE OTHER LORDS!"
The adviser ran out of the glacier, slipping and falling in her haste.
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Aug 26, 2017 3:15:52 GMT
Seilya sat in a room, contemplative, on a golden throne. It was rare for Shaytan to send a summons to her, or even Jezebeth. The two demons were known to despise one another. So, something of great importance must have occurred for him to summon her or Jezebeth. Shaytan had a famous dislike for Seilya, believing her methods of torture to be too boring.
She was the first to appear, before even Shaytan. Her golden armor glinted, while her black skin shimmered like obsidian, her scales, each a beautiful ebony mirror. She had a single, mangled horn jutting from her forehead, that glimmered with sharpness. Her beady red eyes were narrowed, as she held her infamous whips, Dusk and Dawn. Seilya smiled, showing crooked teeth, more like hooks and fangs, really, and a forked tongue.
There was a flash, and Kasdeya appeared, in all her disgusting glory. The infamous being was, as predicted, ugly. She was a strange creature; a Gorgon. Apparently she is one of three to still exist, the rest being eradicated from existence. She had the lower half of a serpent, her snake trunk was like a python, or an anaconda. She was primarily black, with golden markings, and hypnotizing red eyes. Kasdeya held her bow in one hand, a quiver strapped to her back, with two pistols strapped to her hips, her gauntlets containing likely grenades, or swords for usage. The serpentine woman's eyes were covered by a veil. Her long, black hair flowed out of her head down her back, held together by a golden coil in a braid, tossed over one shoulder. The disturbing creature was quite organic, making many, including Seilya, disgusted. Seilya was also disgusted, the serpent seeming to have modeled herself after Seilya.
Now, Kasdeya and Shaytan? They got along great. Kasdeya and Seilya? Well, Kasdeya didn't mind Seilya, but the same couldn't be said for Seilya to her snake comrade. "Ssso.. Sssseilyaa? Do you know why Shaytan hasss called thiss meeting? I thought he and Jezzzebeth didn't like each other, yet I know Jezzebeth was invited, along with Jahi." The snake woman sat in her custom-made throne, designed to accommodate her nature.
"Shut up, serpentine." Seilya snapped. "Shaytan called us for something, and I don't know what, so shut your trap and maybe, we might just find out."
"Do not talk to Kasdeya in such a manner, uncouth brute." A new voice interrupted, belonging to none other than Agramon, the Fright Knight, the Terror Mayor. The Fear King. "Lest I cut your tongue out." He snarled. The scarlet, blood red armor suited the demon. He had blood red armor, a long, tattered, reddish black cape and spikes. Lots of spikes. Everywhere. His eyes were, interestingly, pure blue.
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Aug 30, 2017 22:42:17 GMT
There was a sharp sound of crackling lightning, as Jezebeth appeared, Jahi sitting on the mammoth's shoulder. Jezebeth was huge. Round, and with rock like, craggly skin. His eyes were like silver ingots, boring into everyone with dull interest. His skin pulsed, cracks of magma blowing through. Jahi on the other hand, was metallic in nature, with ice everywhere. Her small and spiky nature, combined with her composition, and her golden eyes, pulsing with excitement and intrigue, made her the polar opposite of Jezebeth, yet they complimented each other, despite contrasting. The two sat down, in both of their thrones, Jezebeth's made of various rocks, Jahi's made of ice. Agramon nodded once to his protege, Jahi, sitting next to her in his red, fire throne, as the two struck up a conversation.
Abaddon herself appeared, fiery eyes sneering at Seilya, before sitting down next to Agramon, in her black and white throne, seemingly made of bones. There was a pool of water next to Abaddon, where an androgynous being seemed to stand on the water, with long, flowing robes. There was notably a diamond lodged in it's forehead. This was Obyz. The being sat on a throne made of water that formed. Outh lurked in the pool, eyes just dipping above the water. Shaytan finally appeared, in all his demonic glory. His black armor was mostly streamlined, giving way to a broad-shouldered figure, with large, burnt wings, which were charcoal black, in place of feathers was fire. There were spikes on the shoulders, as well as the wrists, ankles and knees. A long, thick tail led to a sharp hook, rows of spiny blades going down from the neck, to the tips of the tail.
To Shaytan's left was Obyz and Outh, Abaddon, Agramon, Jahi, Jezebeth, Seilya and then Kasdeya, who was at Shaytan's right. Jezebeth and Seilya They were at the bottom rungs of Shaytan's trust. There was an empty throne between Jezebeth and Seilya, for Mnemosyne. She was actually trusted by Shaytan, likely to have Mnemosyne keep them in line. There was also four thrones, between Abaddon and Agramon. One, right next to Abaddon, was for Apollyon, and also missing. The other three were for the furies, next to Apollyon's was Zillaris, Thymos and Timoria, then Agrammon.
There was a sharp sound of crackling lightning, as Jezebeth appeared, Jahi sitting on the mammoth's shoulder. Jezebeth was huge. Round, and with rock like, craggly skin. His eyes were like silver ingots, boring into everyone with dull interest. His skin pulsed, cracks of magma blowing through. Jahi on the other hand, was metallic in nature, with ice everywhere. Her small and spiky nature, combined with her composition, and her golden eyes, pulsing with excitement and intrigue, made her the polar opposite of Jezebeth, yet they complimented each other, despite contrasting. The two sat down, in both of their thrones, Jezebeth's made of various rocks, Jahi's made of ice. Agramon nodded once to his protege, Jahi, sitting next to her in his red, fire throne, as the two struck up a conversation.
Abaddon herself appeared, fiery eyes sneering at Seilya, before sitting down next to Agramon, in her black and white throne, seemingly made of bones. There was a pool of water next to Abaddon, where an androgynous being seemed to stand on the water, with long, flowing robes. There was notably a diamond lodged in it's forehead. This was Obyz. The being sat on a throne made of water that formed. Outh lurked in the pool, eyes just dipping above the water. Shaytan finally appeared, in all his demonic glory. His black armor was mostly streamlined, giving way to a broad-shouldered figure, with large, burnt wings, which were charcoal black, in place of feathers was fire. There were spikes on the shoulders, as well as the wrists, ankles and knees. A long, thick tail led to a sharp hook, rows of spiny blades going down from the neck, to the tips of the tail.
To Shaytan's left was Obyz and Outh, Abaddon, Agramon, Jahi, Jezebeth, Seilya and then Kasdeya, who was at Shaytan's right. Jezebeth and Seilya They were at the bottom rungs of Shaytan's trust. There was an empty throne between Jezebeth and Seilya, for Mnemosyne. She was actually trusted by Shaytan, likely to have Mnemosyne keep them in line. There was also four thrones, between Abaddon and Agramon. One, right next to Abaddon, was for Apollyon, and also missing. The other three were for the furies, next to Apollyon's was Zillaris, Thymos and Timoria, then Agrammon.
"What is it, Shaytan?!" Jezebeth growled out. Jahi frowned, putting a hand on his shoulder, causing steam to spark into existence. However, it seemed to placate him enough to be manageable.
"Abaddon it seems, has usurped Apollyon's dominion and power. Apollyon, according to my attendant," he gestures to the hideous hag of a female, hiding in the shadows, one of many insidious beings. "Is now serving Mnemosyne. Mnemosyne has left the Regime, leaving Talos in charge in her absence. Crystalia has left Karzahni, leaving a simple robot to take control, to keep us in line. We do not fear any sort of Artificial Intelligence!" Shaytan snarled.
"You are suggesting..?" Obyz said, worried. It's voice was light and feminine. "A rebellion?" Obyz spoke, voice seeming to be dark and masculine.. It was Outh's voice, given how the beast's eyes were glowing, as well as the gem on Obyz' forehead, when the masculine voice spoke.
"Such unflattering terms, but yes."
"You attempt to overthrow not only the Ice Witch but the Witchdoctor herself?!" Seilya roared, standing up, her throne scrapping against the floor as it slid back.
"Yes, yes I do." Shaytan said, sipping a glass full of liquid. Only the liquid remained, the glass having seemed to be drunk, not the liquid, which remains in the shape of the cup.
"To do that is foolhardy at best!" Seilya snarled out.
"Seilya is right.." Jezebeth sneered out. Seilya grimaced, she had no love for the fat karzahnic lord.
"We all know the Furies side with the Ice Witch, and the Witchdoctor herself would ally with that Frosty Glitch over you." Jezebeth sneered. "Apollyon serves the Witchdoctor now.. That's five extremely powerful ones, who will destroy us should we lose any rebellion."
"I, for one, owe the Ice Witch my life." Jahi said complacently. "I could not fight against her, even if I desired." Jahi murmured.
"I'd eagerly partake in this." Agramon hissed out.
"Remember the powers of the Ice Witch and the Witchdoctor!" Seilya snapped out.
"True.. They would be too great combined, even without the Dirae or Apollyon.."
"Enough!" Shaytan roared, standing up too. Unlike Seilya's, Shaytan's throne flipped over completely. "That meddlesome Ice Witch has divided this council for far too long! We are the Karzahnic Lords. Each of us, hailing from this island. The Furies do not hail from here. The Witchdoctor and her lieutenants and even her students do not hail from her. The Ice Glitch isn't a native. NONE of them are! They are all foreigners, trespassers! We were once the apex predators. Yet, now we are mere dogs, begging for the Ice Witch's scraps, like needy mutts! NO MORE!" Shaytan roared. He slammed a fist down on the table.
"All our minds shall be given shields, even the Witchdoctor cannot shatter through with ease!" Shaytan declared.
"She can always shatter them, it's a matter of time." Seilya growled.
"Time is not her ally."
"Yet it isn't her foe." Jezebeth responded, knowing what Seilya was about to say.
"Except it is."
"What?" Jahi now asked.
"Trust me." Shaytan smiled cruelly.
"Seilya, you will get twice as many shields given your.. Mind's unique state. Focus on your abilities of illusion, and your mind's strength. Jahi, I will personally construct a way to protect you. Kasdeya, you will refine your stare and toxic nature," even now, she was dripping vile toxins. "Agramon, you will focus on refining your fearsome abilities to a terrifying extent, a level unseen before. Abaddon, practice with Jezebeth on your fighting. Both of you need work on your weapons combat, you both have mastered your abilities. The others have mastered their weapons. You two have not. Obyz, Outh, focus on fluidly transforming quicker, and harnessing all of your abilities as well as weapon prowess. I expect a lot from you two, Obyz and Outh. Make sure Obyzouth is ready for combat."
"What will you be doing, oh grandiose Shaytan?" Seilya snarked back.
"Training of my own, planning too. And contacting our benefactor."
None of them, not even the insidious monsters in the darkness, noticed the small, mechanical scorpion with red glowing eyes, that were recording the entire thing.
