Post by Lady on Apr 13, 2016 4:56:04 GMT
Skaia hadn’t felt the rumble of feet like under this in a very, very long time.
On the north end, Lord Troll had come at the approximate dawn of the day, gathering with him his loyal followers. He waited a little while, long enough to allow those who would fight with him to amass, using his considerable powers to extend and channel the gates of Prospit he had made long ago so as to allow ease of travel to the battlefield.
On the south side of the planet, the Lady Muse had essentially done the same, although her methods were more roundabout as she passed through her loyal Ruinists, leaving the barest whisper of summons in their mind, touching on everyone like a net cast wide. It’s time. It’s time to stand for what we want most. Come to Skaia. And there she and those who would stand with her had gathered.
Once both faction leaders were content with the size of their turnouts, they’d marched and Skaia trembled under the march and from the stress of the two major superpowers that had come to meet this day. Both Lord Troll and Lady Muse stopped a distance away from each other. Lord Troll, in gleaming golden armor, accented with black markings and his cape fluttering behind him. He held a helmet under one arm and a gleaming golden chain held tight in his other hand, wrapping around his fist and up his arm. It crackled softly with power, waiting to be unleashed. Lady Muse, wearing what looked like her godtier outfit but it seemed to flicker and flow and distort around her, a strange and hypnotic dance of code and color. In her off hand, not her usual umbrella, but a gleaming, silvery, slender sword with thin black lines running down its blade.
“It’s not too late, Rosaline,” Lord Troll finally said when the silence stretched on a while. “Admit that what you are doing is wrong. Stop destroying the only home we’ll ever have. If you can do this, now, I will forgive you and maybe we can fix what’s been broken so far.”
“You just don’t get it, Neiros,” Lady Muse sighed. “This isn’t our home. It was never meant to be and I won’t allow it to continue to be so. What we’re doing is hard, but it is necessary. There is a better life beyond this shell of a prison. I know it!”
Lord Troll grit his teeth and snarled, “Then at least give your followers the chance to make an informed choice! They think they’re following someone who knows something, but you know nothing do you? You believe that because you wish hard enough, it will come to pass. But the reality is that you have always been dancing on the sacrifces of others in order to get where you are, and would the Ruinists be so quick to follow you to this point and beyond if they knew that your only plans for them were to throw down their bodies and make a staircase of their corpses?”
“My Ruinists know that I’m right!” Lady Muse shouted back. “They don’t want to be here any more than I do. A beautiful prison is still a prison!”
“And a grave is a grave, which is what you’ll turn us all to!” Lord Troll bellowed. “They have you to blame for being here in the first place!”
“You don’t know that,” Lady Muse said in a low voice that, nonetheless, carried. “You think you do, but you don’t.”
“People of the Glitch, allow me to illuminate a piece of information kept from you,” Lord Troll sneered, turning so he could see his own Preservationists and the Ruinists as well. “Long, long, long ago, Rosaline and I, in our respective sessions, were given a choice by our Denizen. Tell them what you chose, oh savior of us all?” When Rosaline remained silent, staring with a smoldering anger, Lord Troll went on, “We both were given the same choice. Live, and consign a thousand others to death. Or die, and offer a thousand others salvation.” He reached up and, slowly, removed his blindfold. What lay underneath gave no hint of his blood’s hue, for there was nothing.
Just empty whiteness.
“I chose death,” he said, letting the blindfold fall from his fingers as he fixed his sightless stare on Lady Muse. “Guess who chose life.”
Lady Muse lifted her chin, unashamed. “The thing about a Denizen’s riddle, Neiros, is that it’s never exactly what you expect and both answers are meant to be extraordinarily hard. There is no right or wrong answer. And I would make the same choice again. It’s no shame to refuse to roll over and show your belly to fate, meekly submitting yourself to the will of a poorly worded destiny. There’s no shame in choosing to live because what you’ve never really understood is that life is a hard, brutal, bloody struggle. You might have think what you chose was right and noble, but I say that my choice was the harder path and I am stronger for it. Maybe my decision is what formed the Glitch and maybe it wasn’t. Perhaps my choice in reality gave everyone the chance to do what I did—to fight, and never stop fighting, and continue to live despite what anyone else would say or demand of you. And that’s what we’re doing here; we are fighting for our right to live just as much as you and yours. Only our choice doesn’t include giving up halfway through the struggle and accepting our so called fates.”
She flew up in the air, her power crackling, making the very air itself whine under the pressure of it. Crying out, she shouted, “Ruinists! Fight with me! Tear down this prison, and push aside our would-be jailors. Fight, because to do otherwise is to simply die a slow, meek death!”
This is the final battle. Where your characters stand, whom they chose to side with--if anyone at all--is entirely up to you.
This post will be open for fighting in, however, to do so is extremely risky and will likely result in your character's death very quickly, at least at first. I will be posting the % chance of your instant-death if you attack either Lord Troll or Lady Muse. This number will fluctuate as their battle commences, allowing those who wish to get in a shot to take their risks as they deem acceptable.
Posting your battle in this particular post also runs a chance of you being hit by one of their attacks inadvertently or suffering from severe glitching effects as they unleash their powers over the course of the battle. Please only post here if you're prepared to deal with those risks, including my announcing your character's death or becoming otherwise incapacitated.
For those who wish to take a less risky route, please make a new topic with your character either standing their ground or attacking someone else. Mark these as closed or open as you see fit; open assumes you're fine with people joining, and you can choose to toggle it closed if you feel that you've reached the capacity of combatants for your particular thread.
I'll be posting once every day as I can manage. Rounds will turn over on each of my post, so please only post once in this topic until I post again.
As with any strife, please post full loadouts of your character's worn items, strife decks, and sylladex inventories for every combatant. (LT and LM are the exception to this rule. )
Current autodeath chance for attacking LM and/or LT: 100%
On the north end, Lord Troll had come at the approximate dawn of the day, gathering with him his loyal followers. He waited a little while, long enough to allow those who would fight with him to amass, using his considerable powers to extend and channel the gates of Prospit he had made long ago so as to allow ease of travel to the battlefield.
On the south side of the planet, the Lady Muse had essentially done the same, although her methods were more roundabout as she passed through her loyal Ruinists, leaving the barest whisper of summons in their mind, touching on everyone like a net cast wide. It’s time. It’s time to stand for what we want most. Come to Skaia. And there she and those who would stand with her had gathered.
Once both faction leaders were content with the size of their turnouts, they’d marched and Skaia trembled under the march and from the stress of the two major superpowers that had come to meet this day. Both Lord Troll and Lady Muse stopped a distance away from each other. Lord Troll, in gleaming golden armor, accented with black markings and his cape fluttering behind him. He held a helmet under one arm and a gleaming golden chain held tight in his other hand, wrapping around his fist and up his arm. It crackled softly with power, waiting to be unleashed. Lady Muse, wearing what looked like her godtier outfit but it seemed to flicker and flow and distort around her, a strange and hypnotic dance of code and color. In her off hand, not her usual umbrella, but a gleaming, silvery, slender sword with thin black lines running down its blade.
“It’s not too late, Rosaline,” Lord Troll finally said when the silence stretched on a while. “Admit that what you are doing is wrong. Stop destroying the only home we’ll ever have. If you can do this, now, I will forgive you and maybe we can fix what’s been broken so far.”
“You just don’t get it, Neiros,” Lady Muse sighed. “This isn’t our home. It was never meant to be and I won’t allow it to continue to be so. What we’re doing is hard, but it is necessary. There is a better life beyond this shell of a prison. I know it!”
Lord Troll grit his teeth and snarled, “Then at least give your followers the chance to make an informed choice! They think they’re following someone who knows something, but you know nothing do you? You believe that because you wish hard enough, it will come to pass. But the reality is that you have always been dancing on the sacrifces of others in order to get where you are, and would the Ruinists be so quick to follow you to this point and beyond if they knew that your only plans for them were to throw down their bodies and make a staircase of their corpses?”
“My Ruinists know that I’m right!” Lady Muse shouted back. “They don’t want to be here any more than I do. A beautiful prison is still a prison!”
“And a grave is a grave, which is what you’ll turn us all to!” Lord Troll bellowed. “They have you to blame for being here in the first place!”
“You don’t know that,” Lady Muse said in a low voice that, nonetheless, carried. “You think you do, but you don’t.”
“People of the Glitch, allow me to illuminate a piece of information kept from you,” Lord Troll sneered, turning so he could see his own Preservationists and the Ruinists as well. “Long, long, long ago, Rosaline and I, in our respective sessions, were given a choice by our Denizen. Tell them what you chose, oh savior of us all?” When Rosaline remained silent, staring with a smoldering anger, Lord Troll went on, “We both were given the same choice. Live, and consign a thousand others to death. Or die, and offer a thousand others salvation.” He reached up and, slowly, removed his blindfold. What lay underneath gave no hint of his blood’s hue, for there was nothing.
Just empty whiteness.
“I chose death,” he said, letting the blindfold fall from his fingers as he fixed his sightless stare on Lady Muse. “Guess who chose life.”
Lady Muse lifted her chin, unashamed. “The thing about a Denizen’s riddle, Neiros, is that it’s never exactly what you expect and both answers are meant to be extraordinarily hard. There is no right or wrong answer. And I would make the same choice again. It’s no shame to refuse to roll over and show your belly to fate, meekly submitting yourself to the will of a poorly worded destiny. There’s no shame in choosing to live because what you’ve never really understood is that life is a hard, brutal, bloody struggle. You might have think what you chose was right and noble, but I say that my choice was the harder path and I am stronger for it. Maybe my decision is what formed the Glitch and maybe it wasn’t. Perhaps my choice in reality gave everyone the chance to do what I did—to fight, and never stop fighting, and continue to live despite what anyone else would say or demand of you. And that’s what we’re doing here; we are fighting for our right to live just as much as you and yours. Only our choice doesn’t include giving up halfway through the struggle and accepting our so called fates.”
She flew up in the air, her power crackling, making the very air itself whine under the pressure of it. Crying out, she shouted, “Ruinists! Fight with me! Tear down this prison, and push aside our would-be jailors. Fight, because to do otherwise is to simply die a slow, meek death!”
This is the final battle. Where your characters stand, whom they chose to side with--if anyone at all--is entirely up to you.
This post will be open for fighting in, however, to do so is extremely risky and will likely result in your character's death very quickly, at least at first. I will be posting the % chance of your instant-death if you attack either Lord Troll or Lady Muse. This number will fluctuate as their battle commences, allowing those who wish to get in a shot to take their risks as they deem acceptable.
Posting your battle in this particular post also runs a chance of you being hit by one of their attacks inadvertently or suffering from severe glitching effects as they unleash their powers over the course of the battle. Please only post here if you're prepared to deal with those risks, including my announcing your character's death or becoming otherwise incapacitated.
For those who wish to take a less risky route, please make a new topic with your character either standing their ground or attacking someone else. Mark these as closed or open as you see fit; open assumes you're fine with people joining, and you can choose to toggle it closed if you feel that you've reached the capacity of combatants for your particular thread.
I'll be posting once every day as I can manage. Rounds will turn over on each of my post, so please only post once in this topic until I post again.
As with any strife, please post full loadouts of your character's worn items, strife decks, and sylladex inventories for every combatant. (LT and LM are the exception to this rule. )
Current autodeath chance for attacking LM and/or LT: 100%