forum The King Welcomes You~ Revive (Group RP, Closed, Mature, DEAD)

Started November 06, 2021 by @Serpentess health_and_safety language

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(I suppose I should post something, lmao!)

Vē'Êtherñøth looks on in confusion at first, having the slow realization of who it is and why she couldn't read his name on Cassiel. It was because it was him. Truly, she thinks. We are fucked.

She looks on in terror herself as Cass's body seems to fold and bend and twist, becoming… a dragon.

"Oh, fu-" is all she herself manages to get out before getting directly struck by one of the bolts. She falls down and screams, able to think clearly but incapable of much else, the scream ripped from her without her consent.

(im back!)

Geneviera heard a faint, soft voice in her ears as she flew. Her hands separating clouds into smaller ones.
Do you ever regret going to my father for help, Geneviera? The voice said Like, do you ever wish you'd known of an alternative?

She spotted the cave where herself and her master took refugee and tucked her wings close to her body in a dive, she soared downwards towards the entrance of the cave. "Yes." She said without thinking "I hurt many people in my time, and I assume I'll hurt more, but this is who I am, and nothing can change it, I would have given the sun and the stars for another way, but there wasn't another way, nobody cared to give me other ways, I had no choice" she added, screaming against the loud wind roaring in her ears.

She flew into the cave and landed with a thud against the smooth rock surface that was the floor, she lifted her fingers to her temple, which was gushing blood immensely and she sat up, dazed and disoriented.
"If anyone knew that my main enemy was myself, they'd be surprised, but its true, no one hates me and wants to destroy me more than myself." She said softly and she got up, a pain shooting through her leg and she grabbed the makeshift curtain that squared in the area known as her bedroom and she lay down on the palate on the floor; otherwise known as her bed.

She brought her legs up, wrapping her arms around them and rested her head against the pillow gingerly.
I am home she told Tiamat I assume you are further in the cave, but I cannot go anymore, I have been hurt and my energy amount is almost non existent she added and closed her eyes, listening to the wind.

(Yep… that's pretty much it, besides everybody else getting electrocuted to death… Speaking of which:)

Ëvêāhnlooks up in confusion as Cass transforms, then gets a slight tickling sensation as the sparks start flying. Almost lazily, they snap, and time freezes. They bind The Nyx creature, remove them gently from Cass's body to prevent any damage to her form, then immediately launch Nyx into the stratosphere.

"That takes care of that…" they say, then release Cass from her contract while still keeping her powers that she gained from it intact.

Vē'Êtherñøth looks absolutely terrified for a split second when Ëvêāhn stops time.

"What-" then she freezes. She's still capable of thought, but since light can't move, she's blind. When time unfreezes, she sees Cass laying on the ground, once more herself.

"What… are you, Ëvêāhn? I know what you are, but what are you?" she asks, very confused.

Nyx looks startled, then just blinks at Ëvêāhn. Time unfreezes, and when Ëvêāhn tries to launch him, he simply releases his hold on Cass and takes Ëvêāhn over.

Well… what a strange mind you have… he thinks, rummaging around in Ëvêāhn's mind and ripping pieces of it off.

Ëvêāhn looks confused for a second themself, then simply removes Nyx from their mind.

"I have a strange mind, yes. But yours is very twisted." they reply. They then compress Nyx into a new dimension.

"Enjoy being a new Hell." they snark, then throwing the Nyx dimension into a space outside of this dimension.

Cass comes back to her senses, confused. She realizes that a weight has been lifted from her. Suddenly, she feels a burning sensation across her entire body. She looks down to find the Infernal script on her burning away.

"What…?" she whispers, confused. She looks over at Ëvêāhn.

"What? Why did you do this?" she asks, getting up. She notices something at the same time: a… ball? It looks like a sphere, but it feels familiar. She watches them throw it through reality.

"Was that Nyx?" she wonders, looking at the place the ball was thrown.

Tiamat listened to Geneviera, and easily found her in the cave. I see. You have a troubled mind, and that will not do.

It looks deeper into her mind and subdues her emotions, all of them. Then, it heals her wounds.

Come. We have work to do.

A roar echoes through the cave, and a shadow passes over the entrance. Tiamat flew over to investigate, noticing a large red dragon flying for Ethrin. Was this what those three horn calls were meant for? To call a dragon, an ancient one as well?

Tiamat flapped its wings, following the great red beast.

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On’nyosh watched as a fast moving speck appeared from the mountains. A small grin came to him.

“He… actually answered. Surprising,”he gasped, still in agony.

He had no idea what was going on in the throne room. He could only hope Cassiel and Vē'Êtherñøth weren’t hurt too badly.

Geneviera felt a stinging sensation for a few brief seconds, then sat up groggily, as if she had just slept, and balled her fists, rubbing them into the sockets of her eyes to wake herself up. She stands up. heading to the mouth if the cave and plants her feet firmly, flying into the sky, her wings spread as far as she could stretch them.

Geneviera followed Tiamat, her vision blurry with the just awoken graininess everything contracted, when he sight was no longer blurry, she saw a dragon in front of Tiamat.

Is the dragon meant to be here? Or are we following it? she asked Tiamat mentally.

Tiamat sensed Geneviera’s approach. When she asked about the dragon, Tiamat considered the beast a moment.

This dragon lives in the mountains, typically asleep. However, he appears to have been called by a magical horn. Not an often occurrence.

The dragon roared, tilting slightly downward in its flight as it grew nearer to the castle. Tiamat didn’t dive, instead continuing straight over the beast. It wondered what the beast would do, and who had called him.

Do we know who possesses the magical horn? She asked in her mind, keeping her speed enough to keep her slightly behind Tiamat, but not flapping as much as to reduce sound, and the risk of alerting the dragon she was there.

We must find the magical horn, I assume. she said to Tiamat, looking around wildly, spotting people below who paid them no attention.

Not yet, but patience reveals all.

The dragon landed on top of the castle quite gracefully for a beast his size and roared again. He then turned around and hung his head down, sniffing.

Tiamat circled above the castle, watching.

The horn would prove useful.

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On’nyosh felt the vibrations in the castle as the dragon landed and snickered. He leaned against the wall, the horn slipping from his still shaking hand and landing on the floor.

“I suppose… the dragon that was in the throne room… has gone, huh?”On’nyosh asked.

The dragon growled.

“Fuck off… with the attitude, Boromaxus. I’m not… in the damn mood,”On’nyosh said.

The growl stopped.

“You called me to fight another wyrm, and then it vanishes? I thought you were better at this game,”Boromaxus hissed, his voice echoing off the walls.

“Well… when you’re fucking hurt… skills tend to slow down,”On’nyosh replied.

Boromaxus snorted.

“You know nothing of pain, jester. I only tolerate you because your skills amuse me.”

“Ever heard of Red Mist, jackass?”On’nyosh replied.

Silence.

“Thought so. That’s the other fucking dragon,”On’nyosh hissed.

“You dare try to pit me against that fiend!”

“You’re afraid?”

Boromaxus growled.

“Then what’re you complaining about?”

“You are foolish to believe I am suicidal.”

“And yet you’re still here.”

Boromaxus huffed and moved away.

On’nyosh sighed and glanced at his door, hoping Cass or Vē'Êtherñøth, or both, would walk through it at any moment. He then took a step toward the bed and collapsed, unconscious.

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Tiamat chirped. So, the jester, this On’nyosh that Cass seemed to adore, had befriended the great Boromaxus, one of the least sociable of the ancient reds in the Alyiin Mountains. Interesting.

Cass watches as the red dragon flies overhead, remembering the horn blasts from when she had been posessed by her master.

She calls to On'nyosh

On'nyosh, would you happen to have something to do with this? she thinks at him, bemused.

Also, I would very much like to apologize for becoming an absolute moron and running. she added.

Vē'Êtherñøth slowly gets up, and the first thing she notices is that On'nyosh is gone. She vaguely remembers hearing three distinct notes from a horn coming from On'nyosh's room, so the first place she goes is there, silently slipping away.

Once she reaches his room, she sees him collapsed and immediately thinks that the worst has happened and that he's dead. She rushes over and checks his pulse, sighing in relief whe she finds one.

"You idiot…" she says, getting up. It's then that she notices the dragon.

"The fuck? Boromaxus, what the hell are you doing here?" she frowns, surprised.

As she says this, she's already gathering strength to heal On'nyosh, knowing he took too much electricity for any mortal to survive for long. When the spell fails to take hold, she panics.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" she mutters, panicking. She realizes that…

FUCK! He needs to be infused… she says mentally, already preparing to start this. Slowly, she gathers her essence and as she does so, her form starts to glow. Wisps of power start floating off of her, the full presence of her essence slowly unraveling reality.

Now, this needs to be quick. she thinks, the necessary ammount of power already flowing, ready to be put into On'nyosh.

"3… 2… 1…" she says, and at one, she reaches her hands to On'nyosh, placing them over his heart and head, the power immediately flowing from her to him.

When she finishes, she shakily exhales, her power noticeably diminished. She knows the power should eventually replenish itself within her, but what's been done to On'nyosh is irreversable.

"I'm going… to lay down for a bit…" she yawns, and collapses beside On'nyosh, sound asleep.