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Post by The Great MM on Oct 9, 2012 22:09:13 GMT -5
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Post by Blerhwave on Oct 9, 2012 23:37:13 GMT -5
The UCA's blood-thirsty gentleman resident arrives on the scene first. He appears at the center of a random flash and burst of purple smoke- a rather generic vampire entrance, but Lord Nosdrah manages to do it with style. With a snap of his fingers, the Nosferatu creates eyes against the walls, panels, and floors of the architecture; there are crimson-pupil eyes everywhere. He simultaneously peers through all of them at once, getting a knowledge of the battlefield for his advantage.
All that passes through the Undeadsman's lips is, "Mm...indeed."
The style of the architecture is gothic, and the arena is some sort of cathedral.
"What a marvelous style, it's as if I had a hand in designing it myself. Such a well-crafted piece of architecture...the perfect setting for shedding blood and making the lesser contestants drop into a state of madness! Hehehe, hohoho- BWUAHAHAHA!"
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MM, you gonna describe our battlefield, or is that coming in the battle commencement post?
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Post by GI Jho on Oct 9, 2012 23:45:18 GMT -5
The skies about the city began to become darker than the blackest pit on earth. Ominous storm clouds swirled in the heavens, devouring the sun with a bestial fervor. The sky soon became alight with the crackling of lightning, followed by the rumbling roar of thunder. Rain pittered and pattered on the ground constantly, as the skies cried out for their dark master to arrive upon the field of battle.
And their cries of anguish were soon answered.
A swirling vortex of eldritch properties soon opened up in the arena, the vortex snarling and sputtering like a savage beast controlling his pack. From the rift emerged the hulking form of the Apocalypse incarnate, Armageddon! A snarl rippled across from Armageddon's parted lips, as he looked about the arena. Armageddon noted Nosdrah, giving him a massive nod, before he soon bellowed into the sky, soon beginning to taunt those that will arrive.
"Come forth, warriors of the Abyss! Come forth, fallen gods! Come forth, demons and monsters! Upon this field of battle, I shall show you TRUE power!"
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Post by Tenshi the Sunkern on Oct 9, 2012 23:59:47 GMT -5
Th 3rd demon to come was the electric fox Mara. As the light faded, Maralooked around at her current two opponents that were here. Armaggedon... and Nosdrah. She had seen both of them before, and she knew of how they fought. electricity crackled amongst the white fox's fur as she smiled a sinister smirk... She was going to win this... she was the second baddest devil around, and she'd make it known to them!
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Post by The Great MM on Oct 10, 2012 7:14:48 GMT -5
(OOC: Whoops. I did forget to mention the city arena we're in is very Gothic and medieval in appearance. Buildings appear more along the lines of giant castles, some broken and others not.)
The forces of hell amassed for a battle unlike that of any other. Today, there would be no heroes. No guardians. Just darkness. Complete darkness. The soulless monstrosities of the UCA arrived one after another, but possibly none as cruel and soulless as the next entrant. The three arrivals looked at one another as the skies continued to swirl like a tornado. Wind picked up, but it blew toward the growing storm!
The harsh winds carried whispers of the damned. The souls that the dark lord had victimized for countless eons. Men, women, children... everything that has crossed his path. From the Primal God Argus' brother to Thresher's kin. They had been enslaved, tamed, and raped by the twisted will of the real ruler of Hell.
"You desire power... you will find infinite power within him. With us." The whispers of countless souls came as he arrived...
The humanoid giant descended like a dark angel, his arms stretched to his side with his right fist bearing his trademark mace, made from the spine and bones of fallen Gods. His "flesh", if it could even be called that, was void of any detail of blemish. It was blackness given form. The bone armor that clad his body clanged as he touched the ancient, dirt streets.
Inside the mask of the devil, crimson flashes dulled into nothing as he glanced as Nosdrah, Armageddon, and Mara...
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Post by Crystaldemon93 on Oct 10, 2012 11:31:57 GMT -5
The ground shook violently beneheat the feet of the demons here assembled for the grand battle. A geyser of flames erupted out of nowhere, and inside the swirling fire a dark, looming form emerged, roaring in fury and challenge. Rising from the earth like the devil himself, Sauros stepped forth into the arena.
His thundering footsteps made his enchanted armor clang slightly as he surveyed the surroundings. He closed his eyes for a moment, and inhaled deeply, like there was some pleasant scent in the air the others did not notice. "Ahh, the smell of evil" the Dark Lord commented "So intoxicating. This, my fellow dark ones, will be a most interesting fight" he let loose a low, yet bone-chilling chuckle, as his mace, Vesuvious, materialized in his hand in purple smoke.
He looked at the other monsters. Finally. This was his chance to personally test the so called 'evil ones' that roamed this place. Real menaces? Power-drunk fools? He would now test them. And also try his hand at combat again...
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Oct 10, 2012 14:01:01 GMT -5
Post order:
Soundwave danzilla1996 giratina93 The Great MM Crystaldemon93
FIGHT!
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Post by Blerhwave on Oct 10, 2012 23:19:53 GMT -5
The four other unholy entrants in this organized UCA tournament notice the rippling confidence in Lord Nosdrah's laughter. His opponents, his obstacles, are as follows: Armageddon, the lupin apocalypse-incarnate whose call it was that caught the Undeadsman's attention and brought him into the growing brotherhood of evil, Mara, a demonic Kitsune who's related to league member Persephone, Darklore; this is the first time that the two have met. Darklore considers himself to be the most powerful incubus in existance. A quick thought enters Nosdrah's mind; Heh, Daemonuse could sure teach him a lesson or two about his self-proclaimed distinction as the ultimate demon. Last, but by no means the least, is The King of Shadows' creator, his "father", Sauros. Both father and son-creator and creation-understand that the two must fight in the tournament, and both are happy to engage; they understand that they have to fight one another in the name of the tournament's prize, and neither have hard feelings towards the other. They've looked forward to this, this chance to have a friendly skirmish and test the other. The same applies to Armageddon, fellow advocate in the supremacy of evil forces at the Universal Clash Arena organization.
Looking to The Envoy of the End, the demonic multi-tailed fox, and self-proclaimed ultimate specimen of his kind, Lord Nosdrah thinks aloud to himself; "My, what tasty morsels to choose from. I suppose I'll open up with dark dominance on..." Lord Nosdrah takes a moment to mentally invoke the presence of multitudinous, pure bittersweet-red tinged, feverish comets above in the sky.
"...you!"
Nosferatu Prime neither points nor gestures towards his cast casualty. The only indicator of the choice made is the sudden ambush by the aerial farm of fireballs. Fireballs, couple by couple, wreak havoc on the fiend chosen to incur the wrath of Hellion...
Darklore.
The missiles crash into Darklore's skeletal body that is currently tangible. Each and every spheroid explodes like a grenade with the concussion of one, the ensuing force pushing the skeletal abortion of nature into the ground. Too proud to roar, too dignified to aknowledge the damage that his body is contracting, Darklore limits himself to some grunts, and only when he absolutely cannot stay silent. At this point, a toxic cloud of carbon monoxide keeps the archfiend from being perceived. The other three contestants watch-with appetites of violence-Darklore
Lord Nosdrah's Hellion spell comes to dissolution. It takes time for the graphite colored cloud to disperse. The mangled chassis of Darklore enters into illustration. He comes into view kneeling on one knee, not from being too weak, but because he is in the middle of getting up. He grabs his dropped scepter, afterwards using it to support his weight to get up. Now that he's up, Darklore can stand on his own. Darklore gives his form a once-over. He notices much of his skeletal ornaments are ordained with a network of cracks. His body under the suit of bones, that which is unprotected, have dried up quadrants from being soaked with feverishness. Darklore moves certain appendages around to test his armor, but the movement gives cause for shards of certain bone pieces to chip off.
Lord Nosdrah smirks over the aftermath of his opening performance, expecting that degree of damage to be done because of the focus of his spell this instance. For his next endeavor, King of the Undead turns with his left, thinly arm raised and extended straight, palm open. Once he shuts his hand, the supreme vampire starts his second attack. Wisps of oily energy rise towards the air and form sharp crescent blades. Lord Nosdrah commands the umbrakinetic weapons towards Armageddon. One by one, they crash into his body; each one that hits pushes the giant eldritch creature back in stumbles, splitting flesh apart and releasing a spray of precious life fluids onto the concrete, moistening the dry material that makes up the street. Four blades hit their mark; one against the chest, one into the left bicep, and two into the second arm. The first sickle-like shape sheds blood at the shoulder, the second following into the bicep. Armageddon groans at the cold sensation left by the shadows, but his sheer bulk lets him power through the sting of the lacerations. Lord Nosdrah drinks the bloodshed in streams, flowing from the puddles on the ground and the open wounds into the slender creature's open gullet.
While he's distracted, Mara comes in for an attack. The fox-incarnate runs at the speed of her element to pounce, landing on the gentlemanly ghoul's back and with her canines electrified, sinks her pearly whites into rotted skin. She thrashes with her claws to stay mounted, clawing away at Nosdrah's back, while power enters the Undead Ruler's body. Nosdrah's nourishment stops so that he can look back at his attacker. His neck turns around to stare right at Mara. His left hand tightens into a potent fist which adapts to solid stone by honing the ability of a gargoyle to morph to stone. He brings the blunt instrument crashing into Mara's forehead, for she's on his right side. With a canine yelp, Mara falls off, landing on her back slightly stunned from the connecting hit. A resounding crack is loosed from the welt once Nosdrah hit his mark, a sound that kicked up the appetite of each contender for violence. The bruise that forms is as hard as the object used to club her, and she can feel each painful throb inside of it. A thin stream of ichor oozes from the crash site, the smell of it arousing the vampire's senses as much as his appetite.
Nosdrah's fist becomes regular once more. To add to the Kitsune's disadvantage, while she fights the headache of her life, the disgusting taste of Nosdrah's unhealthy skin remains plastered to her taste buds. At least she managed to install some deep scratches into the thin kaiju's backside. Nosdrah pulls the smoking and grainy skin of the bite wound from his body and lets it float to the ground like a leaf. To end his turn, Lord Nosdrah lets his shadow cast from his figure sneak over to under Mara, when three replicated arms peak out of the ground. One holds Mara's throat tight, the second has her left front paw and the final has her right leg at the flank. Invoking the properties of one of his undead, the wraith. Through physical touch, Nosdrah begins trying to drain life's energy out of Asmodeus' acquaintance...
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Post by GI Jho on Oct 11, 2012 23:30:37 GMT -5
Mara is helpless before Nosdrah's life draining attack, the vampriric undead abomination soon beginning to feast upno Mara's life energy. She began to feel very weak, but suddenly, the raiju kitsune sprang the life, her from warping into a lightnnig bolt, before she shot free from Nosdrah's deadly grasp, and prepared to fight another opponent.
As the lightning hound from hell and the undead lord faced off, Armageddon and Sauros faced off with one another. The armor-clad form of sauros twirled his mace, eldritch magic gathering within himself and the weapon. Armageddon's fingers flexed, as his tail swayed back and forth, golden eyes locked on Sauros. The two prepared to come to blows, and soon the blows came. Sauros strieks forward with surprising speed, bringign his spiked mace down towards Armageddon's head. The blow connects, knocking the titan sideways with a splurt of green blood. Sauros comes in for another blow, this time hammering Armageddon across the cheek, causing the titan to stumble backwards slightly from the blow. Sauros puleld back, this time charging his mace with eldritch power, and swings straight towards Armageddon's now bloodied face.
Suddenly, the mace is stopped by Armageddon's burly hand, the abomination's hulking paw compeltely overlapping the massive metal tool of destruction, before Armageddon delivered a brutal headbutt to Sauros' chest, the brutal impact more than enough to send the dark lord stumbling backwards off of his feet. Sauros grunted, soon rising back up, but he was suddenly sent back down to the floor when Armageddon kindly "returned" his mace to the demonic king, sending Sauros flying backwards into a gothic building, causing it to collapse on top of him.
"Your time as a ruler of the villains has made you weak, Sauros," Armageddon taunted. "Victory has DEFEATED you!"
Sauros soon emerged from the rubble, smashing his way out of his rocky prison with little trouble, mace firmly back in his hands. Sauros was somewhat annoyed, but also... slightly frightened by Armageddon's statement. What exacty was the monstrosity trying to say about him?
"I have given you power, Armageddon," Sauros said, "I rewarded you for your hard work, and dedication to the villain's guild. And you repay me with empty threats and open disrespect? I expected better from you, Armageddon," Sauros said, as the two circled ever closer to one another. Both had their eyes become extremely narrow and focused. They may be 'allies', but in the arena, previous bonds would play no role in their conflict here.
"And you think this gives you... power, over me?" Armageddon said. "We may be allies, Sauros, but udnerstand one thing: in here, we are nothing. Yuo are my opponent, and there is NO mercy."
Sauros smirked. "And I have no plans to show it, Armageddon."
Sauros lunged forward, only to get grappled by the neck for his recklessness.
"Neither do I." Armageddon said plainly. Suddenly, powerful jaws bit down on Sauros' neck, the rzor sharp teeth and devastating bite force easily puncturing the dark lord's armor. As Sauros struggled, Armageddon began to drain the god's energy into himself, feeding off of the being's near limitless power. But, seeign how Armageddon did not want him destroyed... not yet, anyways....., the abomination dropped Sauros down after only a few seconds of feeding, allowing the god to recover.
Turning his attention to Darklore, Armageddon opened up a rift, sucking himself into it, before he suddenly reappeared right over the demonic being's head, aiming to slam his sizable tonnage down onto the other demon god...
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Post by Tenshi the Sunkern on Oct 12, 2012 0:03:59 GMT -5
While Armageddon, Sauros, and Darklore were fighting, Mara was unleashing her fury upon the gentlemanly vampire. The Fox changed out of her lightning mode and haulted, her eyes glowing in rage under her mask as she locked onto Nosdrah, who let out a light chuckle. "Tell me, O familiar of Persephone. Why is it that you are focused on me? Are there not other foes more worthy of your wrath?"
The reply was a cold snarl. "You claim to be the Knight of the Undead, the greatest vampire to ever exist. Defeating you here will bring upon me great favor from Persephone!" THe fox hissed as her mouth parted, and a beam of electrical properties fired out right for the vampire. Nosdrah, seeing the attack coming, merely sidestepped the beam...
But truth be told, it wasn't Nosdrah she was aiming at... but rather, Armaggedon and Darklore.
The beam tore into the two fighters, sending them sprawlng onto their sides. Armaggedon howled in pain from the hit, but Darklore merely grunted as he tried to get up, but to his shock, his limbs were locked up in paralysis. observing this behind himself, Nosdrah commented, "Well, aren't you a smart one...", as if unaware of the fact that the fox was charging him once more... until he turned to face her, and twin beams of crimson fired from his eyes at the last second, striking the kitsune on the chest, causing her to hault her charge. "But so am I." He chuckled as he kept the beams on, the cut on the fox's chest widening and deepening from the beams...
Until Mara fired a near point-blank Zap Cannon right into his eyes.
The beam slammed into his head, and the Assassin Eyes were cut off as the great maker of Dracula covered his eyes, blinded by the attack. Here, Mara grinned madly as she leapt upon the vampire, and clamped her jaws done on his throat. Her grip tight and locked, and with Nosdrah's very blood dripping from his throat, Mara began to glow, her entire body starting to crackle with lightning....
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Post by The Great MM on Oct 12, 2012 21:13:55 GMT -5
As Mara virtually cooked Nosdrah alive, Darklore stirred. He shook his twisted skull from side to side to clear the cobwebs as he regained movement. The demon lord quickly climbed to his feet, his right hand gripping his trademark mace as if his very dark life depended on it. With every breath he made, a fine mist of darkness came from underneath the mask. He watched Mara shock Nosdrah, enjoying the sight for a moment as the vampire's body twitched.
The dark lord chuckled. "Vampires."
He lifted his jaws of death, pointing the gigantic skull of Argus' slain brother at Mara and Nosdrah. The titanic maw opened up, bolts of energy forming between the serrated, steak knife-shaped teeth. The brilliance began to swirl in the center of the darkness of the jaws until a ball of power was formed. Whispers of the damned came from the swirling mass of unholy might as it continued to build... until...
BOOM!
The darkness orb launched!
Darklore's arm recoiled like a cannon as the super-sized orb crashed into both Mara and Nosdrah! The demonic beasts were quickly separated while their colossal forms were obscured by a blast of hell itself! Their bodies were quickly charred, blood and flesh vaporized as the force hit them like a wrecking ball striking a building! They flew back, bodies entwined in a sparkling mass of limbs. Landing in a heap, the vile things groaned as their legs twitched and surged of energized hatred pulsated across their bruised and burnt bodies.
Just as Darklore lowered his jaws of death and turned around, a mighty slash of brute stretch collided with his front side!
Armageddon.
The werewolf giant swiped his claws across Darklore's armored chest and rubber-like hide. The flesh that was torn off quickly turned to ash and drifted away while the armor was strained. The bulking behemoth brought his nightmarish paw down again, but instead of striking Darklore, it hit the ground with a cratering thud!
The dark lord went hollow.
Armageddon flaring eyes blinked as he backed away, realizing the devil stood within his limb.
The nightmare God leaped up, becoming true matter once again as his jaws of death wrapped around Armageddon's throat! The teeth punctured the thick fur and tough flesh, but that was besides the point. Pain began to surge through the juggernaut's throat as the bite area began to dry and fall away as ash. The jaws were cremating him alive... very rapidly!
Struggling, the Goliath pulled away, leaving the jaws of death with a mouthful of fur, flesh, and ash! Armageddon fell onto his back, using his mighty paws to pat at his wounded throat as if it were aflame. The mighty maw of the fallen Primal God dropped the ash as Darklore turned about.
"Resistance is futile." The voices from within the God of Dark Gods, "You will become him."
An unfamiliar feeling then ran down Darklore's black spine. The dark one stopped in mid-step and tilted his head. He turned on his heel, very slowly as if expecting to see the likes of Argus or Thresher. Instead he saw Sauros. What followed took seconds, but for each dark king, it took centuries. They eyed one another like rival wolves, a billion conversations taking place in the blink of an eye. It was as if each was a different version of the other...
Sauros held his Vesuvius. Darklore his Chaos Mace.
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The voices inside Darklore called out. "NO!" They shouted in unison as Darklore instantly waved his mace. From the ground, a wall of torsos and limbs erupted! They caught Mara in mid-air as the beastly fox came in for a sneak attack! Spider-like limbs, snapping jaws, grasping hands... they all latched onto her limbs and head. The wall of nightmares threw the fox aside, allowing her to land in a heap once more, eyes burning with rage.
Darklore turned his skull-hidden face toward Sauros again. He tilted his head and clutched the mace even harder...
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Post by Blerhwave on Oct 12, 2012 21:26:22 GMT -5
the great maker of Dracula howled in pain Nosdrah is undead; dead skin and tissue, dead organs, and dead nerves, for anyone that didn't read it in his profile >.>
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Post by Crystaldemon93 on Oct 16, 2012 12:18:20 GMT -5
The two Lords of the Dark stared at each-other for a couple seconds more, then, like on a common agreement, they charged. The earth shook as the Dark Ones ran towards eachother, weapons clutched in their claws and darkness in their eyes. Once in proximity of the other, the two swung.
Vesuvius met the Chaos Mace with a thunderous hit. The clash of the two weapons of destruction sent a shockwave of pure darkness around them, erasing from existence the few buildings in their proximity. The other three combatants felt the power of the wave as well, and turned to stare at the epic clash.
The two Dark Ones stood there, pushing against one-another with all the unholy strenght they could muster. It was a standstill, with neither of the two able to prevail on the other.
Sauros saw his expectances were not deluded, as he had sensed Darklore's power upon his arrival. He was indeed a mighty foe, one of the strongest he ever faced. However, mighty or not, he would not let the other prevail. He had no intention of giving up.
As he pushed harder with Vesuvius, he noticed movement behind Darklore. He saw Armageddon closing in on them, pitch black bulk tensed and claws clenched, ready to separate them the hard way. He smirked under the metal plating. Just what he needed. Using Vesuvius's spikes, he hooked the Chaos mace, then he took a step to the left, using his mace to pull the other's. Darklore, who was still pushing on his weapon, strumbled forwards and past Sauros, struggling to regain balance.
The next second, Sauros extended his hand, releasing his Ethereal Emanate spell. A stream of red and black flames was unleashed, heading straight towards Armageddon. The great beast was taken by surprise, and took the hit head-on. The fire-like energy engulfed him, but to his surprise, it didn't burn him. More than engulfed in fire, he felt like constricted, held in someone's iron grip, unable to move. That didn't sit well with him, he was nobody's toy. The steam ceased, but a glowing red aura still engulfed both Armageddon and Sauros's closed fist.
"Kind of soon to call me weak, don't you think, Armageddon?" Sauros said "Power over you is not what interests me, right now I'm more interested at testing your power and skill personally. I love skirmishes with allies when they don't obstacle plans" He looked briefly to his left, where Darklore was now standing up and getting ready to attack again "However, I may also need your body" he said, then he pointed his fist towards the Dark God. Armageddon was hurled with tremendous force into the bone-clad titan, his sheer bulk and the speed of the launch making both their armor dent. The two shadow titans were sent rolling away.
Sauros chuckled, the joy of combat alive into him, before a thunderbolt of impressive voltage slammed into him. Electricity surged through his body, his armor protecting him some, but it still hurt. His legs shook a bit and his muscles ached, but he was not sore enough not to notice the kitsune leaping at him from the side. He swung his tail, and smirked when a sickening noise signaled the mace-like tip’s meeting with the fox's shoulder, knocking her away. As Mara was swept aside, Sauros felt another presence, a very familiar one. He grinned, realizing who it was.
Turning around, he was met with glowing blood-red eyes and a mouthful of fangs shaped like a maniacal grin. Nosdrah and Sauros stared at each-other, the undead’s maniacal grin against Sauros’s slight smirk. Hard to tell which one was more disturbing. They would now test the other, have a father-son skirmish, more for fun than anything really, they both understood that.
“I see you have improved” Sauros told his creation “I am very pleased with that. My pride for you burns…” he snapped his fingers, and suddenly a pillar of roaring flames exploded below the undead gentleman’s feet, engulfing him in an inferno. Nosdrah could not feel pain, but the flames still ate away at his body “..just not me” Sauros finished, grinning as much as his armor would allow.
The fire column died down, quite literally since the Lord of the Undead’s cold aura had a hand in making it disappear. The Nosferatu fell hunched over just for a second, before exploding in maniacal laughter, amused by this glorious battle. Sauros expected him to do so, and while Nosdrah was laughing, he once again unleashed Ethereal Emanate, intent on knocking down the undead king…
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Oct 22, 2012 8:59:43 GMT -5
You have until midnight until your turn is skipped, SW. I know you're going through some shit right now, but I can't allow that to make this match drag on at a snail's pace for everyone else.
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Post by Inferno Rodan on Oct 23, 2012 1:53:12 GMT -5
Soundwave's turn has been skipped. It's now danzilla's turn.
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