And so ends the somewhat diminutive tale of the Fangs. Vog is now a happy big 'ol camper giving out free replicas and crap like that, so whatever. Pfft...
If you want a substandard read, go ahead and help yourself.
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I would have loved to join XD... But the Lore from mine and yours sadly doesn't meet up...Vog is still alive XD (don't tell the children that though, they won't ever sleep again!)......Good job though =D
OOC: Antworker says that you should play together with him more. BTW Vog isn't completely dead. He just lost a LOT of influence, which in turn makes him pretty weak physically. Doesn't mean that he can't set every Fang Wielder on fire though >:D You can still join, since this is an RP game. Just think of it as an alternate universe.
That works on so many levels of my fanfiction (SORRY IF ANYONE READING MY FANFIC FINDS THIS KINDA LIKE A SPOILER XD) because Vog is actually crippled from his past influence when his son is puppeted by the Swarm....I will explain more later....
Name: Seatus
Race: Snarbolax
Loadout: My Snarbolax fur, A thorn from his back, and a shield weaved from his fur. Also his unique capabilities, but those won't be used often, because I don't enjoy passing out =3
Bio: Chapter 1 in the Fanfic.......
Most of the time he will be adventuring off on his quest, finding odd things on his journeys, and surveying the plans of the Knights.
It is at this time I am falling asleep in real...nighty night
Name: T'arv
Race: Gremlin (Mender)
Loadout: Mender Wand, Cautery Sword and Blackhawk
Bio: T'arv was a mender in the Great Colony, but also a researcher. From a dusty old tome, he read about the Curse of Vog, where knights would be overtaken from the fire residing in the "Fangs". He implored King Tinkinzar to let him help the knights, but was refused. Taking matters into his own hands, he escaped the colony to Haven. To his surprise, he found no medic in Haven who knew about the fangs, so he spent 20 years of his life researching the Curse and how to break it.
Personality: A very kind and compassionate gremlin, who will always help or try to help another creature in need.
Role: I suppose he would act like a medic to the team (if there was such a team) and a researcher trying to find out about the Curse of Vog.
Name: Scar
Race: Knight
Color: Red
Loadout: Barbarous Thorn Blade, Dark Briar Barrage, Barbarous Thorn Shield, Snarbolax Cap, Snarbolax Coat, Black Rose Chapeau, Black Rose Tabard
Bio: Once an honorable Knight of the Rose, his obsession with all things Snarbolax had corrupted him. He considers himself an ally of Vog, though not his servant. He was unstable for many years, but his mind has only recently stabilized. He hates the Spiral Order and its Knights, and has no qualms about torturing them for his own pleasure. Unfortunately for them, he is also very skilled. As an expert fencer from his days in the Knights of the Rose, he is a force to be reckoned with, and wants to duel with a Spiral Knight worthy of his skill. He hasn't found one yet.
Personality: Twisted.
Role: Arch-villain.
Everyone ^ is accepted, except for Scar. If you have a different character in mind, you can apply for that.
OOC: was about to type mines out but too lazy, now I will write it down.I am really interested in RP so I would like to join this one too, hope I don't screw this one up!
Name: Thanatos, or more known as Theo.
Race: Spiralian (or whatever you may call the knights.)
Loadout: Fang of Vog, Armor of the fallen, Magic hood (Frosty Glasses)
Bio: A once valiant knight who does countless battles and succeeding them all alone. Now he is a weak coward who would do anything to avoid anyone and any battles. Since the day he acquired his Fang of Vog, he knew there was something unusual radiating from the blade, he was cursed by the blade itself for a long time and he had suffered from it. Hoping there was a way to break the curse, he searched for his answers which usually ended with his blade swung, speeding up the process of his curse. Like a ticking clock, Theo knew that he have to act fast before he joins the rest of the knights fallen from the curse of Vog.
Personality : Theo is a cowardly knight who hated to fight or either to hold his blade. He couldn't control his desire to burn everything with his sword even though he hated fighting, he has developed a small case of amnesia which slowly devours his memory one by one. Even though he is a coward and an anti-social he would be kind enough to sit and listen to other's problem and help them.
Role: I suppose he is searching for a way to destroy this curse with anyone really :<
Name: Jak
Race: Knight
Color: Green
Loadout: Fused Demo Helm w/ Military Helm Guards, Fused Demo Suit, Military Spiral Flak Jacket w/ military canteen & military vitakit (costume), Super Blast Bomb, Deconstructor, unbound Fang of Vog
Bio: He was one of the helmsmen aboard the Skylark before the crash. When he wasn't piloting, he was a technician, creating and repairing devices all over the ship. After the crash, he took up bombing. Lately, he's been working on a jetpack to get himself flying again, which is what he's good at.
Personality: Shy, unsure of himself, stutters.
Role: Pilot & technician. Wants to discover the nature of Vog's fire, how it works and what it's capable of.
The two of you guys are good to go! I'll start up after I finish the second segment of the prologue...
KA-BOOM!!
Jelly splattered the walls as another cube exploded. Ducking and rolling beneath a shower of spikes put him squarely in front of the offending lichen, who was promptly punished with a Blast Bomb in the side. As it exploded, he jumped away and stuck another bomb in the final lichen before he landed. The sound of exploding jelly was a very satisfying one. Jak wiped his hands and headed for the elevator.
On the way up, he took out the Fang of Vog and examined it. Of course, he couldn't use it unless he bound it, but he didn't need to use it. He wanted to see how it worked. It resembled a Dread Venom Striker, except that it contained the essence of fire instead of poison. But this was no ordinary fire; it did not consume things the same way fire did. It gave things passion, strength, and anger, like the fabled Crimsonite was said to do. Wait, that's it! There must be crimsonite involved! There had to be; he just knew it. But proving it to his peers would be quite another story. He was determined to scan for crimsonite as soon as he got back.
When he reached the surface, he ran smack-dab into Thanatos, or "Theo" as he liked to be called.
"Oh, s-so sorry s-s-sir! D-did I make you b-b-b-b-b-*gasp* drop anything? I d-d-didn't mean to!"
Theo fell to the ground as a knight accidentaly bumped to him, the books he was carrying is now scattered all over the arcade. Without wasting time Theo quickly collected all the falling pages and placed them all inside his bag. Theo noticed that this knight was carrying a Fang of Vog, something no knight should ever be given.
"Get rid of that!" Theo spoke to the knight angrily, he didn't want him to be given the same fate as him, for he is now a ticking time bomb.
"Please! I beg you! Get rid of that sword! It is cursed!" Theo continue to shout, his blade suddenly released a loud 'thump' noise, as if it was a heart beat. It continued thumping and Theo could feel his body burning, this is the curse of Vog. Theo screamed in pain as his chest burned in pain, he couldn't think straight as his mind is being swallowed by the powerful inferno inside of him. It was worser than the last time this happened, it is as if the death clock is ticking faster than before. After the pain was gone he looked up to the knight in pain and pity.
"That sword is.... Please..." before Theo could continue he fell to the hot floor unconscious.
((Hold your horses guys. Not until I'm done with the Prologue...))
Vin sat in the Town Square, brooding over the incident that recently took place in the Training Hall. The burning out of a Knight varied from quiet deaths to violent incineration, so it seemed that the boy died quite easily...
But asking for Vog's power?
Not many of the Fang Wielders had ever considered relying on the Fang's power, as it usually ended up with a burnt corpse somewhere in the Clockworks. Besides, Vog was supposed to be dead. He had almost all his teeth torn out for weapons, his innards perforated by all kinds of bullets and blades. No beast should have been able to survive that much damage, yet the incident only proved all the more that the deity was still active. Vin pulled out his own Fang, and rubbed his thumb softly on the amber tooth. Its power was like a double-edged sword, a power that would be treasured by those who used it rightly, and a power feared by those inexperienced. Vin knew this better than almost anyone else, and so he had no immediate fear of the Fang. What only disturbed him more was his recent acquirement of the Barbarous Thorn Shield, a buckler practically ripped from the face of a Snarbolax. Vin wasn't weak-minded nor of a weak heart, but the oppressive eyes always manage to haunt him throughout the day and night. Vin's fear of becoming a monster was greater than that of the fear of turning into a husk, and it was by that fear that the Fang's influence began to infiltrate. There were episodes when he was a raging beast of flame, and other instances when he allowed his primal anger to flow out. In the end, the Ash Tail equipment could not properly handle the influence of the two forces. Thus, Vin removed the cap and donned the hood of scholars. He assumed that the polar opposite of a beast would be that of an entity of wisdom and reason. To that extent, he was correct. However, the two powers still corrupted his thoughts, and still the episodes continued. One way or another, Vin would have to choose which beast should he bow down to. Vin stood up, and walked laps around the fountain, wondering his next move might be...
A low growling echoed in his ears. It was that of a sinister beast, intent on rending anything that stood in its path. Another low growling followed soon after, one that hinted absolute obliteration by fire.
((NOW you can post! Have fun!))
OOC: I know that I have to wait but Jak just simply bumped to me, I can't leave him in suspense now can I? Anyhow, sorry that I posted before you have finished the prologue :<
(OOC: @Infernus-Dragneel What is it with you and cowardly characters? First it was Marmalade now this... BTW I'm Neonguard's Alt)
IC: T'arv lit the candle, illuminating the room around him. There were a few books about Owlite magic lying around, but still no Grimalkin. T'arv took this as a good sign, and opened up one of the books. For several hours, he had read through all of the books but there was still no sign of the Vog Curse. T'arv groaned. The "burnouts" were happening more frequently. He tried a change of tactics. What did all of the "burnouts" have in common? T'arv had read all of the reports and found something odd about all of them:
1) The victims had recently been to the Clockworks before they burned up.
2)The victims wielded a Fang of Vog.
T'arv paced the corridor, thinking. He passed a Tombstone saying: In memory of Ragmuth Heavensglare. T'arv was about to pass it when he noticed faint indentations in the I of "In memory". He pressed it gently, and to his surprise, the tombstone slid to the left. Underneath where the grave had been, was a small book titled Vog. T'arv stuffed it into his pack and headed for the elevator, to Haven.
(OOC: oh hey Neon! I don't know why I like to make cowardly characters, but Marmalade is an exception. And I see that you made Ragmuth as a Cameo there :D)
The spblue sky of cradle is has already been painted orange by time, the quiet hospital has reflected it's silence and peace by showing the calming colors of the afternoon. Theo is lying on his bed where he was hospitalized, he was awake but didn't want to submit to the fact. All he want is to sleep forever without waking up.
He didn't remembered being carried to the hospital after the small incident in arcade which few knights witness, along with the bomber knight who was misfortunate to found one. Theo checked his HUD for any important things, there were many mails sent to him from his old friends pleading him to return in action, but now he has discarded his past by cloaking it in fear of death. After a while Theo founded a news about an unfortunate knight who was found dead in the training hall, it is said that the knight was a Fang wielder and he was burnt to death by it's power.
"Tick tock...." Theo sighed as he turned to his own Fang of Vog, the fire glowing from the blade had become bigger than before and was indicating something. "I.... I need help...." Theo croaked, his eyes couldn't hold the pain and despair from his heart and manifested into tears, it has been years since he was cursed like this and he had been searching for answers to break his curse.
Theo slowly calmed down and wiped his tears, he checked his HUD back again and searched for an article related to his dilemma. After hours of failure Theo founded something, or at least someone who might know something about this curse. He sent the knight a message hoping that he will answer, and maybe he is also searching for his answers.
"This may be an immediate request, but I hope that we can meet tommorow in front of the training hall.
-Theo "
Theo clicked the send button and looked up to the metal ceiling, he hoped that the knight 'Vin' he has sent the mail would answer him.
A mail popped up in Vin's HUD so abruptly that he bumped into another Knight.
"Sorry!" he said as he got up. He jogged over to the fountain and opened the letter, and after reading the message, contemplated on what this might have meant. He assumed it was another Fang Wielder who heard about the training hall incident, and quickly replied with a simple "Sure.".
Normally, Vin would keep himself away from other Fang Wielders, mainly because of the times when Vog or Snarbolax would temporarily possess him. As he became more unstable, he also began to obey long-lost instincts. Because of this, he would lash out at anything that threatened his dominance (or so he thought). Meeting a fellow Fang Wielder may not yield the best of fruits...
"Screw it," Vin muttered to himself. He closed the window and jogged back into the Training Hall, to practice while waiting for the Knight.
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The Fang that Vin used was like all the others, in the sense that it was awkwardly slow. Vin had tried again and again to swing faster, but it was almost as if his body was incapable of it. What only irritated Vin more was that the Fang had almost no friction whatsoever. He couldn't tell if he actually had hit the target or not, and if he did, he would have to pause his attacks to see how much. Consequently, the Fang was used only on enemies weak to Elemental weapons. What Vin liked more was his Cold Iron Carver: a fast, yet powerful slab of iron. Like the cold iron the sword was made of, Vin had aspired his mentality to be as powerful as the blade. The carver had proved itself more than useful in a Firestorm Citadel run, and it was able to fit Vin's financial budget. Sure, a Leviathan would be more general-purpose, but he couldn't afford the Unique Variants.
It had been over 6 hours since he had been training, and the Fang was practically screaming for some real use. It craved flesh. Not that he'd allow himself to use it.
Jak was stunned at Theo's strong reaction to the blade. It was quite unexpected; if the blade was supposed to grant strength and such, then why did Theo react so cowardly? He just *had* to know. He was beginning to suspect the presence of Dark Matter as well as Crimsonite in the blade, but he couldn't be sure until he'd scanned it at the lab. But first, he wanted to make sure Theo was okay. Maybe the guy could tell him something about the Fang.
He made his way to the hospital, inquired about Theo's location, and paid him a visit. Theo seemed preoccupied at the moment, so when he finished, Jak asked him, "What h-happened b-back there? What ab-bout the f-f-fang of Vog did that to you?"
I look from high up in a tree upon a pack of renegade Wolvers. There is something wrong with their fur, for it is black and their eyes glow a shade of evil pink. They seem to be carrying something amongst them, the thing glows with a light orange tinge.
They are headed to a clearing in the forest. I jump from tree to tree so as to silently follow them. When they are there I bury myself in the trees leaves and peek out. An eruption from the ground, and high-pitched screaming fills the air. The Wolvers lay dead, and amongst them is a writhing compulse of Swarm surrounding the curious object. The last bit of Swarm leaves the bodies of the dead Wolvers as a huge wave of chaos ripples the forest.
When I look back, I see the object is or WAS a Fang of the Vog. It glows that same shade of evil pink as I walk up to it. It is abnormal, for a small field of rippling space surrounds it. I reach over, and as I try to touch it a cackling comes from the forest. Swarm. At least 10 Void Gremlins walk out and surround me. Their Swarm essencd floats out and burrows into my fur, and next thing I know I am being attack at all sides. I lay on the ground and try to get up. They hit me yet harder and harder. They carry the same polluted Fangs. My thorns finally have a moment of reaction and pierce through the Void Gremlins.
They hang suspended by my thorns and I finally drop them to the ground, ans fo good measure swings my tail and volleys of thorns pierce them to the ground. They have broken one of my legs. I take a polluted Fang, and fall into the shadows back to Sanctuary.
Name: Oli
Race: Oiler
Loadout: Fang of Vog
Bio: He's an T1 Oiler. However, by consuming crimsonite and luminite. He become as strong as a T3 oiler and can speak Cradlian (or what ever name knight's language). At his 2nd birthday, he consumes a fang of Vog and gain a new ability: Self-Burn.
Personality: He's a nice oiler who's curious to all things.
Role: A curious oiler who's trying to break the curse.
(OOC: what I am confused is that Jak acted as he clearly knows Theo and his every moves, kinda creepy if you ask me ._.)
Without wasting time, Theo quickly walked towards the exit of the hospital with his blade sheathed, he could still feel the fire growing inside of it. He was blocked by. A familiar knight he had probably seen somewhere.... If only Theo could remember...
The knight then asked him a question about Theo who was going to explain about the Fang of Vog he was carrying. "I-I'm sorry... But I don't know what you're talking about! We have never even met!" Theo sighed as he strecthed his arms, he nodded politely and walked pass the knight. As soon as he got out of the building he stopped abruptly, he couldn't remember what he was doing and why he was outside.
Suddenly his HUD bleeped a message, it was a mail from Vin saying "Sure." Theo was confused of why a random person would send him a mail at a time like this, he scrolled down the mail history and found that he had sent a mail to the same knight earlier.
"Oh that's right!" Theo groaned as he smacked his forehead, the memories are slowly returning to him, he was going to meet the knight in front of the training hall, but for what reason?
Theo headed towards the training hall, he looked back to the knight he met earlier, he could remember him saying something about Vog..
"Crap! I just remembered!" Theo groaned again, he breaked into a sprint towards the training hall, he just remembered what he was going to discuss with Vin. Something about a curse of the blade they both wield.
@Fleet You're application is rejected, simply for the fact that it is a slime. I let Seatus in because I know that he can write his way out of sticky situations (he's a snarbolax), and the others because the other races are capable of realistic socializing. However, I don't think a jelly / slime monster can talk, socialize, etc. On top of this, I kinda know your writing from the past RP, so I don't think a speechless monster can work out well for your type of playstyle. If you can make a different character, I'll be more than happy to let you in and guide you! :)
((Also, I don't want to see the ROLES part of an application anymore, since we're in an RP. I want you guys to be able to write naturally, using whatever you guys learned. [Example: Indirect characterization, foreshadow, etc.] Believe it or not, that stuff you learn in English class works pretty well when writing RP's like this.
Another thing, I'm limiting to races that are sentient enough to be able to perform conversation and the like, so that everyone can give themself an equal chance to interact with one another.
And yet another thing, saying "spiralian" or "cradilian" or any stuff like that just seems to make the writing seem kiddy. It's simply because they don't sound like words, so you might wanna keep those to a minimum. Better yet, don't use those words.))
T'arv turned the pages of the ancient tome, checking each page for possible details. He found the table of contents near the beginning and browsed the sections:
Chapter 1: Spells Of Darkness
Chapter 2: Spells of Corruption
Chapter 3: Spells of Summoning Imaginary Angels Who Stalk You in Your Dreams
Chapter 4: Spells of Removing Curses
He looked at the fourth chapter, but was mostly disappointed. The pages were filled with trivial curses, such as removing cursed warts and boils, or getting rid of third eyes. He turned to another page titled "Vog". T'arv tried to gleam some information from it but it was written in ancient symbols. The only word he recognized, was Sanctuary. T'arv closed the book and placed it back into the grave and looked at his gate map. The Sanctuary was down past the Great Colony, the very place he had escaped from on charges of treason. T'arv gulped and took out his Antigua.
Two Days Later...
T'arv rolled from one Scrap Bin to the other, making sure not to attract attention. After he got away from where anyone would recognise him, he stood up and walked casually down the street. He kept his hood down when he reached the supply elevator, but nobody noticed him. He pressed the Sanctuary button and headed down. After listening to several oldie gremlin songs, the elevator dinged and the grate opened to the Sanctuary.
There was what appeared to be a Snarbolax shaped like a knight sitting there, licking his wounds. T'arv finally worked up the courage to say, "Hello?".
(OOC: @Seatus: Before you start making your next part, check your Spiral Knights mail. Same goes for you Vinnydime but not as urgently)
Rejected, please remove role. I also want a better change to the biography, it's half-a**ed BS
Name: Dogish
Race: Gremlin(Demo)
Loadout: Demo bombs.
Bio: He's a demo who's tries to make new bombs, however the crimson order forbids him from making everyone happy and takes away his bombs. Therefore he takes back his bombs and escape the great colony. After that, a knight offers him powerful bombs if he break the curse of Vog. Doggish decides to accept the offer and tries to break the curse.
Personality: He's a demo who's always want to be stronger and insults anyone who's weaker than him. However he's kind to those who gives him something he wants.
Name: Topoyozada
Race: Knight
Loadout: Full cobalt! 5*!
Bio: A knight who lives by his code: 1) no friends 2) no allies 3) Stick to the shadows. Once he noticed people wielding FoVs, he vowed to get rid of the curse.
Personality: Umm..... Mysterious? Shadowy? But once he vowed to get rid of the curse, he becomes REALLY friendly.
Why is everyone having their character trying to break the curse after I made my application? Can't we have any antiheros or knights possessed by Vog? Also, Fleet-Miss-Gun, isn't your character's name a bit... obvious?
Yeah, why can't we have any antiheroes, knights possessed by Vog, or characters who stay cursed?
Maybe my antihero recon ranger was too OP?
@Fleet: Uh... Your character is basically the same as mine except you changed the Gremlin mender to Gremlin Demo... Except less detailed.
I didn't want villains in here because things would become very confusing for me to handle. I can't manage two groups at one time.
Also, you guys don't necessarily have to have the Fang of Vog, it's just for the plot.
@Vinnydime Is my character is accepted? Just asking here.
OOC: It was a bit confusing, but I guess he's in. Just not sure what will happen...
I hear someone behind me. I act like an animal and start licking my wounds, pretending not to hear him as he steps closer. "Hello," he says...
I turn and snarl, "HOW DID YOU GET HERE?! DON'T YOU COME ANY CLOSER!" I spin around, standing on two legs, lodging a full wall of 3-foot long spikes, lodging into the ground right at his feet. I hiss and let the red upon me glow dangerously. My tail swings from side to side, ready to hurl more spikes if necessary.
I need to progress, so please reply.
If not, I will do a little powerplay to get this thing moving...
I'll give or take a day.
(OOC: So sorry that I haven't posted anything in the past few days D:)
It was a long trip passing the crowded fountain to the training hall, Theo finally reached the training hall exhausted, it has been a long time since he had been doing something that requires physical strength. After finally catching his breath, Theo slowly entered the training hall. He noticed a knight wearing an ash tail set practicing his swings which seems devastating if he used it on real enemies other than weak training dummies, but what caught his attention was a Fang of Vog that knight owns.
"Are.... you Vin?" Theo perked up towards the knight, he looked down to the burnt metal floors in embarrassment. It has been a long time since he had planned an appointment with a knight, it reminds him of the time where he ventures the clockworks with his friends and allies.
"You must be Theo, then," Vin replies as he sheathes his Fang. The room becomes several tens of degrees cooler as the Fang is put away from sight, and the coat seems to have become nothing more than an ash-dusted layer of fur. The vibrance seems to have disappeared from Vin, and his face once full of fierceness reverts to the blank expression.
Vin pulls his hood back up, and re-adjusts his glasses.
"Judging from your urgency, I take it you have a Fang with you?" he asks after the silence.
((Jak knew where Theo was going because it was obvious. When Theo fainted, doctors came to cart him off. Where do doctors take their patients? To a hospital, of course. He followed the doctors. That's how Jak knew. Remember, he wants to find out about this Fang of Vog, and few folks are familiar with it, so he is willing to go to some lengths to communicate with the owner of a Fang.))
Clearly, Theo was not interested in talking with Jak. So Jak headed back to his lab to do a little research. He pulled out his mineral scanner and gave the Fang a once-over. Sure enough, there was plenty of crimsonite. In fact, he found crimsonite, dark matter, brimstone, a sharp fang base, monster bone reinforcement, and an alloy of primal ore, volcanic iron, and shadow steel, with traces of "phear" and "misery." Could this really have been a tooth of the great Vog? Well, perhaps - the knights' own biology was just as complex. The unusually high concentration of shadow-based materials couldn't be very healthy for a wielder. The phear and misery, in particular, might be the sources of the curse.
But of course, he had to run some tests. He rummaged through his materials and pulled out a phial of phear and a mug of misery. Before he could begin working with them, he had to wear some protection, so he equipped his goggles and gloves and got to work.
First, he created a Tempered Calibur. Then, as he continued the crafting, he infused the phial of phear and the mug of misery, all the while keeping the blade heated. The result was a rather odd-looking sword resembling a Cold Iron Carver. After performing structural tests on it, he realized that the phear and misery were not properly integrated, and could easily rub off on an unsuspecting wielder. If the same was true of the Fang, he could be on to something.
But it wasn't. The two materials were well-integrated into the sword. Perhaps they didn't need to rub off on anyone; the eternal flame could do...their...work...
Something clicked in his mind. He had to find Theo and ask him one question.
((OOC: Unstable? You out there buddy? Also about you saying your application was to break the curse...that isn't really true...you put down to research the curse...and everyones role here is probably going to be to break the curse, me seeing that they are all going to have to meet up))
(OOC: If you check the bio it says that he wants to break the curse but I guess that everyone would want to break the curse really. I'll write up another chapter in about 7 hours (need to go to school)).
It is actually the middle of the night for me XD
Name: Althalos
Loadout: Dread Venom Striker, Wild Hunting Blade, Vog Cub Cap, Vog Cub Coat, Swiftstrike Buckler, Fang Of Vog as his 'Side Blade', Chapeau of the White Rose, Tabard of the White Rose.
Bio:
He was once one of the most powerful knights of the Rose, and his speed of his attacks were said to be at a blistering pace. Up until then, he had no problems. None. He completed every mission he was given by the Rose, and was very prideful not only because of that, but also because he won every fight he was challenged to. Until that fateful day. When the Rose would become nothing more than a legend.
Althalos's POV
The Blue Knight of the Rose spoke, softly. "I'm sorry. But I have to go." The other Knights of the Rose were astounded by this, their expressions only hidden by the armor they were wearing. Why would he want to go? Suddenly, a faint, quiet, but nevertheless clear voice pierced our comlinks sending us this message: The S has invaded H. I repeat, the S has in- The line broke off. We took off all our comlinks in unison, knowing what had happened and how all our efforts to prevent it were useless. Even from our secret base near Haven, we could hear their stomps and innocent people screaming, shouting for help. All hell broke loose. "We're too late."muttered the Green Knight of the Rose. By that time, the Black Knight of the Rose had already left to the woods, to try and become one with the Snarbolax. I stood up from my chair and proceeded to adress all the Knights of the Rose. "We now have two options. We could sacrifice our lives and use the Fang of Vog to incinerate our enemies and ourselves, but in doing so we would destroy Haven. Or, we could use our normal weapons and try to fend off the attack." I bit my lip after I said that. Since we were Knights of the Rose, we were one of those special knights who were given Fangs of Vog. We knew that, if we used the Fang of Vog, we would be inflicted with the curse that our ancestors forewarned us about. That we would die in a matter of days, if not careful. We were desperate. We needed a solution.
The Green Knight of the Rose went out of our secret base and to Haven first. He was a full-fledged Guardian, meaning that his armor and his shield could withstand even the heaviest of blows. All the other Knights went out, but because I was a coward then, I stayed behind, knowing that if I went, I would either die from being massacred by Swarm infected Spiralians/monsters or getting incinerated by the Fang of Vog. Either way, I wasn't willing to risk my life. As the Knights of the Rose died one by one, I started to cry. They were my dearest; the only friends that I could ever make. I cursed myself at the fact that I was too cowardly to save them.
A few months later, I was informed that the war at Haven was over. Haven was completely destroyed, along with lots of innocents. What was left of the Knights of the Rose were just their uniforms. After that incident, I swore to avenge my comrades's deaths, with or without the help of the Spiral Order.
Personality and role:
Althalos is very smart, yet brash, cocky, and arrogant. He works well in groups, and is best suited to be their strategist, not only because of his experience, but also because he can think up to 20 steps ahead of his opponent(s). He does not prefer to talk to people as arrogant as he is, but will accept any challenge given to him.
OOC:I'm so sorry that I had to rush this. Reasons on why it was rushed will not be revealed. Hope my character gets accepted! :D
(OOC: Sorry Thinslayer :( I don't tend to ignore you but I got things to finish first.)
"I-Indeed..." Theo smiled as he showed his blade to Vin, "Forgive me for being late....." his smile turned into a frown as he sheathed his blade.
Theo looked to the center of the room which is now nothing but burnt floors and ashes, "Did.... did another knight.... did it...." Theo tried to say the word, but he was too afraid because he knew his fate will become the same as the unfortunate knight.
"You.... you know what will happen to us.... right?" sweat began pouring from his head, Theo couldn't hide his fear by covering the truth under his hood, he knew that this will be certain unless he could find a way to break the curse.
"We.... will die..... will we?" Theo clutched his head in fear.
@Fleet Go ahead.
@Ultima Lemme think about it. I really wanna say yes, but I also really wanna say no... Give me a day or two.
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The young man laughed off the question.
"Of course we will," he answered in good humor, "it's just the matter of how and when and such things. I merely just want to live longer than the current time I have left. I think it'd be a major inconvenience if Vog burned up every one of us if we wanted to. That's what the most recent one did."
Despite his cheery face, it would seem as if his body was as pale as the dead. Sure enough, his eyes seemed to be like will-o-the-wisps. The ash on his coat wasn't helping...
Vin looked practically like a dead man walking. It didn't seem that he actually cared about his own life, but more for the lives of others.
"If I could find the beast, I'd give him back his tooth if he wanted. I just want this thing off of me."
(OOC: @Seatus Sorry I controlled Seatus a bit in this part but it was only speaking really, and I didn't make him do or say anything that he wouldn't do normally. Also, you have permission to control T'arv as long as he doesn't do anything he wouldn't normally (i.e. Betray everybody))
T'arv responded shakily, "Um.. I'm T'arv. Is that a Fang of Vog I see there?". Seatus nodded, gesturing towards the poisoned blade, "Yes, but it seems to be controlled by the Swarm. I do not know how to cleanse it yet. If you know of any way, feel free to try". T'arv picked up the blade by its hilt carefully, and while bringing it over to the Alchemy Machine, talked to the Snarbolax. "Well, I read that you can only purge the fires in the blade by dipping it in Holy Water, and the only water I know of is in the Alchemy Machine". T'arv stopped talking and looked down. The well was empty.
T'arv turned to Seatus, "Is the pool usually dry?". Seatus frowned, confused for a second and replied "No. Why?". T'arv pointed to the machine, "Do you know where I can find more water?". Seatus thought for a few seconds "I remember a Void Zombie saying something in its final death throes about the water in the Charred Court being holy. You know, the one the sprites guard".
T'arv got up. "I guess that's where we're heading then".
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I'm writing a summary of events so players know where everyone is at the moment.
Vin: Training Hall, speaking with Theo about the curse of Vog
Jak: Personal laboratory, about to search Haven
Seatus: Sanctuary, headed to Firestorm Citadel to cleanse his Fang in holy water.
T'arv: Sanctuary, headed to Firestorm Citadel to help Seatus cleanse his Fang in holy water.
Thanatos: Training Hall, speaking with Vin about the curse of Vog
Topoyozada: n/a
Althalos: n/a
Dogish: Training Hall
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At first, all he could see was the white wrinkles of a fabric unknown. It felt strange; a light weight was pressing softly down on his body from all over. He could hear the drum of his body beating, the heart that kept him alive, and tried to make sense of his surroundings. It appeared that there was an end to the white film, a cleanly cut line. He poked his finger out the flap, until a small incident happened. A wave of memories flooded in from that instant, and he remembered he was sleeping. He tugged down the white linen sheet, and rolled calmly off the bed, landing on all fours. As all Knights wore out of duty, he was clad in his unitard. He ruffled his jet-black hair, and reached under the bed for his glasses. He placed them on, and then made a simple motion. This opened up his HUD, which blurted the news of the month. By muscle memory, he tapped on his inventory and re-equipped his loadout. A dark shadow wrapped around his head, until the visuals came back. He instinctively tapped a beacon on his map, which warped him to the Training Hall.
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The environment around him twisted and stretched until he found himself in the familiar sight of burnt metal. He stood up, and smelled something overly burnt in the air. He turned around, and saw a Fang Wielder burn out completely. A crowd immediately rushed towards the fallen figure, while someone screamed for help. It didn't matter, the wielder was already burnt out completely. Ignoring this fact, Vin calmly walked over to the burnt set of armor, while shoving away the crowd. He squatted down by the burnt Knight's head and cocked it to the side.
"So what happened?" he inquired the Knight.
"I w-wanted it to end, I triggered the burning on my own," the Knight blurted. It was a boy's voice, no more than the age of 15.
Vin scratched his head. It was odd that he wasn't able to trigger the burning, and it was even more odd that this boy could.
"So how did you trigger the burning?" Vin asked.
"I-it was e-easy," the boy replied smiling, "I just asked V..vo..."
The boy died with a freakish grin on his face, his tongue and teeth blackened, his eye sockets hollow.
It appeared that the once-dead Vog was able to increase the burning at will.