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Name: Luna/Tatiana Yurievna
Race:
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Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning
Location: Banquet Hall
Tagging: Everyone
Blue eyes studied the giant lizard's movement. He too didn't eat the black shells like Leo had. Luna continued her meal, chewing loudly. She had heard Band'lur call what they were eating 'oysters', and she wondered where she would find some in the wild. "I got here before the monsters got active. It was so hot, I thought I had to stop at a town outside the walls." She started her story after the few that replied to Band'lur's question.

"I tried buying some in town last night, but the humans refused me! I had money and everything!" She slammed her fist down angrily, shaking the heavy oak table. She even started taking bigger, angrier mouthfuls. The young adult got distracted by Ynyri's offer of honey. The tempting sweet scent amongst the lavish savoury dishes. Her mouth began to salivate. "I would like some too, but I have nothing to offer in return." Her black ears drooped slightly in disappointment.

Returning to spoon another dish unto her plate, the saucy cream from the oysters mixing with the reddish brown one that came with the duck. She cocked her brow when Leo stared at her in bewilderment. Did she do something funny? The sudden change in mannerisms amongst the demi-humans flipped a switch in her as well. A growl rumbled in Luna's throat, one that expresses possessiveness and annoyance at the older male for ignoring her. She had to act fast else she'll miss out. And she needs the food to survive. She'll show him that she's his equal and shouldn't be ignored.

Within a blink of an eye the other leg of the same goose was in her hands. Her intense stare remained on Leo as she did. The oils dripping down from the juicy flesh. Her sharp teeth easily tore a big chunk off. She dropped the leg on her plate, before standing and grabbing the roasted piglet by the head. Her lips glossy with oil as she smirked at Ostberg. "You can have the bird. I'll take this."
 
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Name: Prince Destinian
Race: Human
Date/Time: 6 A.M.; Spring; Morning of the Next Day
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Axel The Englishman Axel The Englishman RI.a RI.a Euaion Euaion Ramjammer Ramjammer fluticasone fluticasone _Line 213 _Line 213

The banquet was eventful if not chaotic. It hadn’t been only the Demi-Humans showing their bestial sides but even the humans. It seemed that starvation turned anyone into a beast. After the meal, they were allowed to use the baths to clean and tend to themselves like gladiators before a match that could be their last. They were able to sleep in beds fit for nobles for in the morning, Prince Destinian sat upon a white stallion before a legion comprised of a thousand and six able-bodied men and women—any who would raise a weapon in defense of The Last Kingdom. The army left the walls and travelled across the great plains; The Land of Titans; headed west toward the Forest of the Father. For a few hours there hadn’t been a single Titan spotted.

Destinian was sporting armor so decorative that it looked prettier than it did reliable. The platinum steel shown almost white in the sun, giving him the appearance of a divine being. He believed himself to be The Last Kingdom’s savior, and what better than to look like one. His blue eyes were narrowed with annoyance. How long had they been travelling? He hadn’t ever seen a Titan before, but the sentries described them to resemble pillars that held aloft the sky. Did that not mean they were enormous?

“Where are they hiding?” Destinian shared his thoughts with his general. The general was covered in armor, an armor that appeared to be sturdier and more reliable than what the prince was wearing.

“This is unusual,” the general replied, his voice resonating within his helm. “You could normally see them for miles.”
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Above the soldiers’ heads, the clouds parted about two dark-grey, massive feet. A colossal warrior descended from the sky with his arms extended and raised above his head. The air trapped between the titan’s feet and the earth blew several platoons away in a ring, while others were crushed beneath the warrior’s soles. When the titan landed, the earth quaked. The prince’s entire army collapsed from the violent shaking of the terrain beneath their feet. The titan’s knee bent, crushing more soldiers as his stance lowered to one knee. The titan’s right hand clapped down upon the ground, sending soldiers flying into the air on a cry between its fingers. It was apparent that the titan was making the most of his landing and was trying to destroy as many humans as it could before it rose to its feet.

The prince and the general had been thrown from their horses. The creatures collapsed upon their sides with a scream when the land beneath their hooves jumped. Kicking and squirming on the ground, as soon as it ceased quaking, the horses righted themselves and bolted to their feet. They took off across the plains, fleeing in their hysteria until a second Titan landed, crushing the creatures beneath his feet. The Children of Ydis were dropping all around them like missiles, using their heavy plummet to throw the balance of the army and send them into unorganized chaos for their pickings. The prince was frozen. He sat upwards on the ground and stared with his eyes as wide as saucers. The warriors had to be as tall as the castle walls—as tall as towers as the sentries had described. Wielding swords forged from ore torn from the mountains, the Titans resembled humans in physique, but there was a godly power that burned in their eyes. They were to fight that!? How could anyone fight that?

The general rushed to the prince’s side, grasping his arm and pulling him to his feet. “Your Majesty! We have to retreat!”

Where could they go? the prince hopelessly thought. His knees buckled even as the general tried to drag him to safety. The general was stunned to see the prince drop to his knees, having given up.

“Your Majesty! Get up!” the general ordered in anger. “We must flee!”

Flee where? Where could we hide? the prince thought. His hands grasping his helm as he felt only dread shaking his bones. They were dead!
 
Hushed voices teasing the edge of his consciousness were the first thing that Band'lur noticed. The Lizardman grumbled softly to himself as he was drawn from the land of sleep. He could recall the night before, much of a blur as it had been. The feast that both the King and Queen had so graciously set out for their visitors had devolved into a fight mere moments after the meal began. Well, that wasn't wholly true. No fists had been thrown as far as Band'lur could recall, but everyone had grabbed hold of what food lay in front of them and devoured it greedily.

There had been a grim sense of finality in the entire affair. Like a floodgate opening, every man and woman present had thrown away all pretense about being civilized. Death inched ever closer to their door and the 'Heroes' of their fair realm would go to greet her. There was little point in wasting time on manners when that time was pressingly short.

Band'lur could certainly recall what happened afterward. Having made a glorious mess of himself, the Demi-Human was shuffled to what he presumed was one of many bathing chambers. The Lizardman had taken great pleasure from the steaming waters and sweet smelling soaps.

He could have done without all the tittering woman gathered around him, however.

It wasn't that Band'lur didn't enjoy the company of women. Or men, for that matter. But bathing was a sacred affair to the Lizardman. He'd always taken the time to center himself and his wandering thoughts. His scales would be polished, and his claws cleaned and sharpened. The Demi-Human took a strictly methodical approach to bathing. After all, there was a lot of him to clean. And so Band'lur wasn't exactly thrilled to have a gaggle of naked women joining him during his private time. Washing was almost impossible, as someone would constantly offer to help the man as if he was unable to. Which was utterly foolish, as Band'lur had been bathing himself for well over thirty years now. He hadn't needed help in the washroom since he was a whelpling. And if it wasn't that, another would be pressing against him, throwing off his routine altogether.

All in all, it was an unenjoyable time.

The Lizardman wasn't stupid either. He knew that the women there were only attending to him out of duty. A few of them seemed hesitant to approach him at all, their eyes averting immediately should he look at them. It soured the Demi-Human's mood considerably. He wasn't handsome enough for a Human to consider bedding. And the concept of someone being fearful of him during the process was counter to everything that Band'lur stood for.

And so with a headache that hadn't been present when he entered, the Lizardman shooed the woman away to part unknown. Most likely to attend to someone that WASN'T a mass of scales and hardened spines. The peace and quiet were a welcome change, and Band'lur had allowed himself to enjoy the hot waters for as long as he reasonably could. It could have very well been the last bath he ever took, and he had no mind to rush the process.

The bed that Band'lur had been provided with served to be far too soft for his liking. A firm body required a firm surface to sleep on after all. And so the moment that the attendants had left the Lizardman alone, he'd wasted no time in scaling the high stone walls of the room to the wooden rafters above. It was a precarious place to climb, much less sleep. But to the Lizardman, the height recalled visions of home and was thus, perfect.

Of course, no Human would consider doing such a thing. The morning brought chirping birds and confused servants when they were sent to rouse Band'lur. His bed was empty, looking to haven't even been touched. And more pressing the man was nowhere to be found.

Naturally, the first assumption was that the Lizardman had in fact been a con artist. He'd made use of the King's goodwill and fled shortly after. Murmurs and mutterings erupted as the gathered servants wondered what to do. Band'lur grumbled again from his perch in the rafters and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. He was awake now, and the Demi-Human knew that there was no point in trying to avoid the inevitable. Today was the day that they'd all march towards the land of the Titans.

He rolled over on his perch, tumbling to the floor and landing with a solid thump in front of everyone. Band'lur ignored the startled shouts from the gaggle of servants. Striding forward he jabbed a claw at one man's and rumbled softly. "Where are we gatherin'? Speak up now. I don't got all day." The shorter man sputtered a series of words that told Band'lur all that he needed to know before leading him out of the room.

The Demi-Human was glad to be leaving the castle. While its owners were pleasant, the expansive halls were far too empty for the man's liking. Band'lur figured that in a different time, the place would be livelier. Servants would bustle here and there for many reasons. Voices would fill the rooms with their chatter, and the people would be a lot happier.

But today, the morning dawned cold and grim. Despite the sun's rays beating down everything seemed dark to Band'lur. Death had indeed cast its pallor over the land, and everyone could see it.

The courtyard that Band'lur was left in to wait was packed to the walls with soldiers. Still more gathered in the Keep's numerous winding halls and there was a roar of voices as they waited to begin their march. Band'lur had hoped to spot his companions somewhere in the mass of bodies, but a surge of movement dragged the Lizardman along against his will. Down, they went. Through the streets and towards the outer walls. Many people cheered and waved as the army marched by, but Band'lur could see many others that didn't seem as impressed. Life in the last Kingdom had worn down their spirits. They saw not an army of heroes marching out to save them. Only scores of fools marching to their deaths.

Band'lur pushed the dour thoughts aside as best he could. Come what may, the Demi-Human was inclined to at least try his best. Really, that was all that anyone present could do in the end.

The journey wasn't difficult, but it was long, and moreover, it was incredibly boring. A forced march didn't leave much time for sightseeing, and Band'lur could not see much past the bulk of armored bodies walling him in. Every now and then, the Lizardman would spot one of the King's chosen heroes slogging along. Outwardly, they didn't seem particularly excited. Either they hid their nervousness well, or the walk was proving to be boring for them as well. The army was eerily silent, save for the sound of marching feet and clanking plate and mail.

Band'lur could not help a small irritated huff from escaping him. Humans were soft, fleshy things, this much was true. And so they girded themselves in metal, and leathers to protect that soft flesh. The Lizardman had suffered more than his fair share of jabs at his own scaly form over the years, and so the irony and sheer hypocrisy was not lost on him. But at least the people around him were somewhat respectable. The Prince had shown up in what could only be considered Parade Armor. Gleaming like a freshly polished silver spoon, and bearing all the sense of one if Band'lur were to be asked. He'd made some grand speech before their departure. One that Band'lur didn't bother to even listen to. And now their march had been slowed to a crawl. From the murmured talk around him, Band'lur could make out that the Prince and his General were struggling to find even the slightest sign of their quarry. It was also probable that they were lost. All in all, Destinian clearly had no idea as to what he was doing. But far worse was that none of his Elders were correcting him either. Ignorance was a crime in and of itself, but feeding ignorance was indeed a grave sin.

Band'lur was beginning to grow impatient. Truth be told, he'd been somewhat impatient since the night before. But he'd also been a guest in the home of two rather nice people. He hadn't wanted to cause a scene, lest he be deemed rude. But here, there was nothing but the sky, empty plains and a mere thousand men separating Band'lur from the foolish Prince.

His breaking of ranks was met with a great deal of chagrin and muttered insults from the rest. Not that Band'lur cared in the slightest. He was no soldier. Merely the Wallbreaker. A man with but one task in mind and rapidly dwindling patience. He waded through the sea of bodies towards the Prince. The man wasn't hard to spot. His armor gleamed near white in the sun, blinding to the eye. And Band'lur could smell freshly applied polish wafting towards him on the breeze. The Lizardman's lips curled in marked disgust and no small measure of aggression as he drew closer to the man. It came as no surprise that several elite Soldiers stepped in Band'lur's path as he came upon Destinian, barring him from getting closer. A large clawed hand grabbed at one Knight's helm, yanking the poor man out of the way with practiced ease. Band'lur wished to have words with the Prince, and he damn well would have them.

Or he would have anyway, had everything not promptly gone to hell.

"Ey! You look here and listen to ol' Band'lur, you bratty little, poncin' around, half-witted, goose steppin'-" The Lizardman's tirade was drowned out in its entirety by the sky suddenly splitting open. A great roaring filled the Demi-Human's ears and he felt the air torn from his lungs. The sky darkened suddenly as a great shape blocked out the sun. In it's looming shadow, the whole of the Prince's army was thrown into chaos. Band'lur had the presence of mind to look up, and he didn't quite like what he saw. From the heavens, it fell and the Lizardman was frozen in place for a brief moment. His mind ground to a halt, filled with visions of his little clan in the Peaks being wiped from existence. The Titan fell now as its kin had fallen then. It held no regard for what lie beneath its feet as it descended. The displaced air from its landing was immense, and Band'lur was thrown from his feet as if he weighed nothing at all. In the ensuing chaos, the Lizardman could see hundreds of bodies laid low from the impact. Men and women sent toppling and tumbling like pebbles tossed carelessly by a child.

The impact was far worse. The ground shook and heaved beneath them as the giant touched down. A wall of dirt was thrown near a hundred feet into the air, so heavy was the blow. Band'lur could see nothing from his place on the ground. All that he heard were the panicked screams of the hurt and dying. Even before the dust settled, another impact shook the ground, its tremors wracking the Lizardman's body as he struggled to stand. He looked up, only able to watch in impotent horror as the Titan's hand came down. Those not crushed immediately under the weight, we sent hurtling away in from the shockwave of the impact. Their bodies hit the ground with great force, never to rise. Band'lur managed to rise, albeit shakily. More tremors shook the earth, and looking around Band'lur saw only chaos. More Titans were falling, striking the ground and crushing the now terrified and fleeing soldiers beneath them.

Something pricked at the back of the Lizardman's awed mind, and his gaze darted around in panic.

'The boy. The boy, where is he?'

Destinian huddled on the ground many yards away. And though he couldn't hear what was being said, the General crouched over the boy, no doubt trying to get him to move. Band'lur slogged through the mass of bodies between them. Stepping over the injured, and the corpses that they would soon join. The boy was an absolute wreck. Covered in grime, and trembling with unrepressed fear, he sat on the ground clutching his ridiculous helmet as if it were a lifeline. He seemed to be crying, his face screwed in confusion and fear as his terrified gaze took in the carnage around him. The Boy had neither his Mother's beauty or his Father's grace. Band'lur wondered how such pleasant people manage to produce such an embarrassment of a son, but such thoughts would do him no good where they were now.

Band'lur briefly thought about just leaving the boy to his fate, everything else be dammed. He'd wanted this after all. Wanted to fight, and wanted to lead an army. It didn't take much for a boy to learn that war was not all fun and fairy tales. But this one, in particular, was more of a nuisance than even someone as good-humored as Band'lur was willing to let slide.

And yet, he knew that he couldn't just let the boy die either. His parents had been rather kind, and quite hospitable. Band'lur supposed that the very least he could do was to make sure that their idiot son didn't die.

A large hand shoved none too gently at the General's shoulder, rousing the other man from his own stupor. "Drag his sorry ass if you have to, but see too it that he gets home. He'd have been better off just stayin' behind the walls." The Lizardman didn't wait for a response after that. Merely striding off through the ravaged throng towards the nearest Titan. It wasn't much of a walk there. The giant busied itself with crushing more soldiers beneath its weight, and didn't seem much interested in moving yet. Band'lur considered all the options laid out before him during his approach. Really, there weren't all that many. Things were indeed bad for not only him, but everyone around him as well. And Band'lur didn't think that the Titans would stop here once they were done. With no one to protect it, the Last Kingdom was ultimately done for.

"Boy, this really is a shitshow and a half, I tell ya." The Lizardman grumbled to himself. The ground grew rockier and more uneven the closer Band'lur got to the Titan and soon enough the Demi-Human found himself standing at its feet. It hadn't noticed his approach, not with so much prey scampering around to hold its focus so Band'lur had to shout up at it to be heard.

"Ey you! Big guy! Down here! I got somethin' for you!"

Band'lur had no way of knowing if the Titan had ever been addressed by any of its victims before. But that didn't really matter to him. A colossal head turned to regard the Lizardman with burning eyes, and Band'lur grimaced slightly. It looked just like the one that had destroyed Band'lur's home in the peaks but they all looked the same now that he cared to pay attention. The Titan was shifting its body slightly, no doubt in preparation to crush him and Band'lur knew that there was no longer any time to waste.

It was a simple matter to Band'lur. He had a problem, and so he had to get rid of it. The Lizardman carried no weapons with him. He'd always been a staunch proponent of hand to hand combat, and the Demi-Human had made good use of his skills over the years. A clawed finger scratched idly at the man's chin as he regarded the Titan's burning eyes for a moment. "Well then. Put 'em up I guess."

What happened next for all intents and purposes should not have been possible. Not by any man or mortal. But for Band'lur it was a simple thing.

A blue scaled fist clenched and knuckles cracked audibly amidst the roar of the Titan's approach. It was still kneeling and seemed to be leaning forward to get a better look at the mortal daring to challenge it. All the while, a massive hand loomed overhead, fisted as well and ready to deliver a final and devastating blow. The Lizardman lowered his stance a bit and solidified his footing. The Titan's fist grew ever closer and the gale winds created by its approached whipped and howled around Band'lur furiously. This time, he was ready. And this time the Lizardman stood his ground. He raised his own fist, and great corded muscles flexed beneath blue scales as the man swung. Band'lur's fist was small, nothing in the face of a walking God. And so the man put every ounce of his own will behind the blow. The winds faltered and were pushed in the opposite direction, parting in the wake of Band'lur's strike. Power, pure and concentrated, sightless to the eye and yet felt thrumming against the skin launched itself at the Titan's fist. For a brief moment the Will of Man and the Will of the Gods met, and the Gods held.

And then the Gods were sent reeling.

The impact struck the Titan's fist in a mighty rush of wind, and fingers the size and thickness of the world's oldest trees shattered under the blow. The force of Band'lur's strike split skin and the God creature's fist was torn apart to the wrist. The Titan's howls, shocked and furious echoed over the plains as it reeled back. All that was left was a tattered stump for a limb and a mounting fury at the Mortal's defiance. The blow that the Wallbreaker dealt to the Titan was wholly unprecedented and awe-inspiring.

Sadly the same could not be said for Band'lur himself.

The Lizardman groaned loudly, rolling his shoulder with a loud popping sound. He heaved out loudly as if he'd run several miles and seemed more grumpy than ecstatic in the wake of his impossible feat. "Son of a bitch! I asked I ASKED. 'Can I do my stretches before we go out?' and everyone was all 'No! We gotta leave, quit wastin' time Band'lur!' Well, this is why you stretch before shit like this! I done twanged my damn shoulder!"
 
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Name: King Leonhardt Animaeus
Race: Demi-Human
Date/Time: 6 A.M.; Spring; Morning of the Next Day
Location: Land of the Titans
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The embarrassment Leonhardt had felt after the banquet and upon regaining his senses lingered until the baths. The warrior had been escorted to his quarters by servants, and upon stepping within, he was surprised to find four beautiful Human women waiting for him. Leon’s shocked expression had made them giggle. He resembled a boy gazing upon a woman for the first time, and appeared to be frozen in the doorway.

“Concubines, my lord. Courtesy of the king,” his escort informed. “He said it must have been a long journey for you.”

Leon looked back at the servant, and then at the concubines. A shameless smile curled on his lips as he answered, “It has.”

Leon felt he was in his element. A lion immersed in a pride of lionesses. He had bathed, shaved, and his hair cut. He no longer resembled the man the other five had entered the castle with. After a night of pleasure and preparation, that morning had been a rough awakening. The eldest chambermaid woke him when she jerked back the window curtains to allow the once dark chamber to illuminate with light. Leon’s face scrunched up and he turned his head into the neck of one of the bedmaidens.

“All right; up! All o’ya. Ye gots work ta’ do. Y’can’t sleep around all day an’ night with strappin’ young men when there’s chores!” the hag shouted.

There were several irritable moans as the concubines rose from Leonhardt’s bed and gathered their clothing. Leon groaned. He wasn’t a lecher, but it had been nice to be surrounded by such warmth and soft flesh. When the women cleared his bed, he felt only cold and emptiness. Sluggishly, he sat upward, his eyes cracking into slits as the morning light still stung them. He raised his hand before them, peeking through his fingers at the hag as she finished drawing back the curtains. When she turned to face him, the woman stopped abruptly in her tracks. Her startled eyes gazed upon his cleaned-up appearance and there was a scar on his chest that she swore she had seen before.

The elder woman gasped sharply and Leon’s pupils dilated into large black spheres when he saw recognition shining in her eyes. “Ye-ye A-a-ni-”

Leon had left his bed so swift that the elderly woman’s body was against the wall and her mouth behind his hand by the time his bed sheet had tumbled over the side. He had been gentle with her. Even the lion knew his own strength. Leon’s hand was shaking against her face, his pupils thin like knives as he growled, “Don’t say it!”

The concubines froze in fright seeing how Leon was treating the older servant. Leon’s eyes viciously snapped over to them and he bellowed a monstrous roar that caused the women to scream and flee. Baring his jagged teeth, his eyes returned to the older woman who had started to weep. She was however not weeping out of fear as her wrinkled hand tenderly clutched the one which held her face. Leon’s golden hair had been raised like hackles, and upon seeing this woman crying, his hackles lowered. He released her face and stared angrily off to the side away from her.

“I-I tot A-anima woz gone,” she wept.

“It is gone,” Leon replied sullenly.

She grasped his hand in both of her aged ones and said, “Nay boy; yer alive. Tha’ Demi-Umans would rejoice if tae’ knew. Ye’d bring’em ‘ope!”

“No one must know,” Leon said sternly, his nose wrinkling. “I will kill you if you tell anyone.”

“But why m’lord? Why!?”

Leon closed his eyes and bore his teeth as a growl rumbled threateningly from his chest. Though the growl had frightened her, the anger and pain she saw emanating from him allowed her to understand.

“I understand, m’lord. When yer ready. I jus’ ‘ope you don’t ‘old onto ya secret too long. There may not be anyone left ta’ care if ye do.”

Leon turned from the maid and walked over to a wash bowl to splash water onto his face. “Leave me. I must get ready.”

“Aye, m’lord,” the elder maid said. She bowed and quickly took her leave.


The ride out to the Land of the Titans had been so far uneventful. They didn’t ride in the front or the back of the legion. The six were allowed to be wherever they desired because they were as insignificant to the prince as the men who he used as his sword. Leonhardt was aboard Moonrunner no longer resembling the barbarian they had all seen. Not even the prince had recognized him, and when they had ridden out, the king had watched from his balcony the golden figure gleaming like a twinkle in the darkness. He had seen him before.

King Edmond felt his breath thin as he recalled everything. The way the man spoke, his mannerisms at the banquet, and now his armor. Queen Michelle had gazed upon her husband’s awe-stricken face with worry. “Edmond? What’s wrong? Is it Destin?” she questioned.

“A-Animaeus,” the king breathed. He had almost forgotten the name.

Michelle regarded him quietly.

“That man…the warrior without a name. He is Animaeus’s son. The prince—no; The King of Anima.”

Michelle’s hand rose to her mouth and she gazed back at the parade as The Last Army left through the gates.


The plains seemed endless. As flat as the land was, there wasn’t a Titan in sight, which was unusual. They often loomed like shadows in the distance. Leon glanced about at his party, and he noticed the aggravation on the lizard’s face. He could tell that he was going to start something. Leon groaned internally—these people…As predicted, Band’lur started wading his way to the front. Leon’s eyes narrowed as he thought, He won’t make it.

There were too many soldiers that by the time the old lizard would reach the front, he might have forgotten what he wanted to say. As Leon watched Band’lur wade further away, a shadow settled over the army. He thought the clouds had blotted out the sun, but when The Lion’s eyes rose, his pupils swelled to the size of saucers when he noticed the feet descending from the clouds. Having no time to spur Moonrunner to flee, panic welled inside him and exploded from his mouth in a: “RUN!”

The Titan landed and the force of the impact sent him and Moonrunner flying. Leon was separated from his horse and was sent flipping through the air like a leaf in the wind among other armored bodies that started to clatter and clank to the ground. Lying in the prone and squinting his eyes through the blasts of dirt and debris, Leon watched as the first Ydis child landed. The once peaceful atmosphere became noisy with screams, shouts, and thunderous thooms as Titans were landing about them in ambush.

Leon had to force himself to his feet while the earth still trembled beneath them. He unsteadily turned to find Moonrunner kicking her hooves and squirming on the ground. He powered over to her and collapsed next to her side, resting his hands upon her neck to calm her. He inspected her closely. She wasn’t hurt but she was terrified.

“Come on girl, up!” Leon ordered.

The mare huffed a breath from her wide nostrils and rocked onto her feet. Leon quickly mounted her and spurred her to race over to Band’lur and the prince. The lizardman and the general had recovered him. He had reacted to the conflict as they had all expected, but Leon was familiar with what he was feeling. He remembered his first battle. While it hadn’t been as momentous as a battle with gods, the feelings were still the same. Leon pulled up next to the general and Destinian and shouted to them, “Take my horse. She is clever and knows the way!”

Leon dismounted and helped the prince climb into the saddle. He glanced over at the general, and the general held up his hand. “Nay; my grave is here with my men.”

The general then turned to the soldiers that were shaking and picking themselves up off the ground. “Which one of you cowards wants to escort the prince back to the castle?”

The loyal soldiers remained where they stood until one finally broke, scrambling over to Leon’s horse. The general harshly looked down upon the soldier as he raced by. “There’s always one,” he growled.

As the soldier mounted the mare, Leon gazed up at the soldier and the prince and told the soldier: “You guard him with your life. If you can’t fight in a war, then you can at least protect someone. Now go!”

Leon released the reins and the soldier and the prince bolted back to the castle. As they raced along, the prince looked back at the battle. He watched as Band’lur confronted the first Titan. When the Titan swung, he thought the Beastman was finished until before his very mortal eyes, he watched the Titan’s fist explode in a red cloud of meat and bone. The prince’s mouth dropped in awe. He had felt so astounded that his tears had instantly dried. He couldn’t believe what he had seen. These were feats only written about in legends! Storybooks!

The general too had been gawking at Band’lur’s feat. He had been so enraptured that he had forgotten that they were fighting a war. Leon looked over at the general and clapped a hand upon his shoulder to snap him out of his trance. With the plummet of the second Titan, Leon glanced over to the colossus and then motioned with his chin over to it. “This one’s mine,” he told the general casually.

The general stared at Leon, watching as the knight strode in the direction of the giant. Leon reached behind his back to draw his sword and shield. He twirled the blade in his right hand twice and stopped a few challenging yards before the behemoth. Spreading his arms, Leon’s brows crashed together, nose wrinkled, and maw parted as he bellowed a scream across the battlefield. The roar rippled through the air, the sound crashing into the Titan’s face and causing its arms to cross before it protectively. Uncrossing its arms, the Titan angrily screamed back. The colossus leaned forward and lunged into a charge. Leon, similarly, started charging the godling.

When the Titan’s foot raised next with every intention of stomping the tiny knight in its dash, Leon dove onto his left side and slid upon his shield. He passed right beneath the Titan’s sole as it drove it into the earth. Dirt and rock washed over the knight as he emerged out from under the giant. As the dust settled, the Titan peered down at its foot and raised it, hoping to see a crumpled body. Finding only a crater, it turned its helmed head over its shoulder as a disc, shining with yellow vibrant sunlight struck its jaw with a noise that resounded like a church bell. The giant’s head snapped to the side and dropped as its hand went to grasp its face in pain. Leon held out his hand and upon catching his shield, executed a turn to deplete its momentum. He raised his sword into the air, and the blade began to glow with the light it absorbed from the sun. The blade lengthened, extending like a beam of light. As the Titan was rising to its feet, the creature turned to face Leon as Leon roared his anger and exertion. Leon brought his blade downward, and a crescent blade of light shot across the battlefield to pass through the colossus and wink out of existence.

The Titan peered absently at its chest where the light had passed through, and then a few seconds after, its left and right side diverged. The colossus split apart, its two halves collapsing like tree trunks upon the ground. The Last Army stood still and the arriving Titans paused as they gazed upon one of their own, screeching in pain over a missing hand, and the other lying in pieces upon the earth. In that moment, it was the Titans who were wondering: What the hell had they gotten themselves into?
 
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Name: Luna/Tatiana Yurievna
Race:
Demi-human
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Everyone

Having filled up her belly for at least a week, Luna slumped against her chair, patting her stomach in satisfaction. A servant broke her little tranquil down time to lead her to her room for the night. It had a pearly white plush bed, the posters reached the ceilings and white translucent drapes hung from it. She grimaced at the frills and luxurious fur carpets and silks decorating the room. What she could appreciate though, was the view from her room. The window overlooked the entire city and she could see the walls clearly on the horizon. It was different than what she could see from reaching the top of the tallest tree back in Darkwich, but the height gave her chills and she enjoyed it. Luna had thought the servant had left her to retire the rest of the day, but it turned out the king and queen had offered them a bath. The demi-human despised baths. She remembered them as being cold and wet. She'd much rather clean herself with a towel, which was how she got by the past few years. The maid was adamant, guilting Luna into it and even telling her that baths are not what she thought it was.

Entering the large indoor bath, Luna decided she hated it just because of how humid it felt. Just as she turned around to leave, several maids had started stripping the black cloth from her. Her face flushed immediately and she exclaimed her discomfort, even calling them perverts. They in return giggled at the girl's reaction and continued their actions. Every hand she brushed off her personal space just added more, exposing more and more of her milky skin. Until she had enough and let an angry growl out. Scaring the maids into submission at her ferocity. She used the chance to swiftly put her clothes back on and leave. If they weren't female, she would have ripped their hands off their bodies and shoved them down their throats.


The bed was untouched when dawn came. Luna was found laying on the cold floor by the window instead. It was the coolest spot and she felt no more comfort than the cold. If this were to be her last night alive, she'd spend it remembering her home; though the temperature was a far cry from harsh snow storms, it'll have to do. She unloaded the items in her bag, tying extra bags of gunpowder and ammo around her belt and rewrapping the hilt of her swords. Neatly folded on the side was a letter and two pictures; one of her late mother, and another of the late King Anima.

The woman in black once again pulled her mask on as she left the castle, unwillingly joining the troop led by the prick wearing what she can only call a 'fool's armour'. The six other heroes that gathered scattered amongst the men and women, Luna only catching glimpses of them every now and then. Hours past and they have yet to encounter a single stoneman, let alone a titan. Just as she about had enough of following the blind and was about to leave the group, she'd caught Band'lur stomping towards the front. She scoffed, the lizardman sure had hopes for the worthless son. Luna started maneuvering her way further outside the group, planning to leave silently. A sudden darkness stole their shadows, making her look up towards the sky.



Blue eyes widened in horror, her vision allowing her to clearly see the titan falling from the sky. Without hesitation, she swung her hands in an upward manner. A dark translucent wall springing up from the barren earth a few meters ahead of her. The soldiers around her stunned and horses neighed in terror. "Get down!" She roared, but the titan's foot had made its' mark, shattering the earth like glass and sending humans and horses flying. Those that were lucky enough to be near Luna managed to hold their ground. But not for long. Another titan dropped, breaking the earth more and the winds to go in all directions. One mere wall wasn't going to stop them from flying this time, and she was too late. The earth broke, turning the once flat terrain to a destroyed jigsaw puzzle. Losing her footing, the winds easily picked her up. She drew her long sword mid-air, stabbing it into ground to act as an anchor. It would have worked if not for one of the damn soldiers and fly into her. She cursed, kicking the man away from her as she tried again. This time successfully. She got blown a couple hundred meters from where they were, but she could see what Band'lur had done to a titan's arm, and a shiny soldier she didn't recognise slice one in half. That wasn't the prince was it? He's definitely not got the bite to his bark. Most of the soldiers that sustained minor injuries around her started fleeing, some stood in awe of the feats they just witnessed. Luna rolled her eyes and sprinted forward.

She ran past fallen and running soldiers, the humans couldn't see her and only felt the sudden gust of wind in her wake. She blinked past Band'lur and past the shiny knight, it may have seemed that she was running towards nothing, but there were more titans falling, and they couldn't just be blown away every time one lands. With such big obstacles, she used the earth and the recent titan corpse as a shield from the blast of wind. Only stepping out of protection the second the speed of the wind died. The titan could see the black speck moving towards him, but Luna was clearly faster than he could walk. With a roar, black metal chains shot from the ground, flying and wrapping around the giant's leg. Luna didn't stop running, she sped up his leg while her chains continued to spiral around the titan. Her binding spell seemed to only have worked on his trapped leg, the magic still working through his body. A giant hand swung down to slap the warrior on his leg, wanting to rid of her before he was completely paralysed.

Seeing this, Luna coated her blade with her magic. What looked like black flames wrapped the metal fully and she released it towards the approaching hand. Each black slash cut deeper and deeper into the titan's skin, and finally severed the hand. A piercing roar tore through the clouds as the limb fell to the ground. Luna clicked her tongue, it would take much more to kill the bastard. Upon reaching his knee, the chains have finally reached his chest. The titan was more shocked than in pain, realising that he can barely move now, his arms resisting against the hold as he sent his glare towards Luna.

Wrapping her sword once more in magic, this time piling it into one attack. The black sword grew and grew before she leaped into the air, bringing her ray of darkness down and releasing the slash. The titan roared angrily, showing his ugly teeth. Seconds later, the titan's tongue and jaw split from his face, a deep cut on his throat before blood started spewing. His eyes turned to the now falling Luna, before rolling backwards.

A cat landing on their feet could also be applied to the demi-human. The titan's blood made the ground slick, and she managed to slide on a steep piece of earth before coming to a stop, her head, shoulders, and cloak now drenched in the red liquid. She wasn't sure how many more she can take down by herself, but she doesn't think she has a choice.
 
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Name: Ynyri/Niri Allementhium
Race:
Demi-human; snake.
Date/Time: 6 A.M.; Spring; Morning of next day.
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Ramjammer Ramjammer

With dinner going by so quickly after manners were thrown out the window, Niri found herself enjoying the fact she could retire to a lovely room for some alone time. Her thoughts mulled in a mess of worries and doubts, but nothing a nice warm bath can't fix. But alas, royalties often have a line up of fine bedwarmers to tend to them, and Yniri was not prepared for a bunch of human males waltz in with little to cover their extremities. The woman was no means a prude, but even Band'lur covered up more than them! Niri frowned at the fact they joined im her bath, soon hissing and swatting their hands away when they wanted to 'assist' in her scrubbing. Unfortunately they were persistent, and after a few minutes of constant rejection, Niri settled for them taking care of her hair and nothing more. It didnt last more than five minutes when one of them had brushed against the scales along her neck, making her go rigid. In a second, the candles scattered around the bath room flared into violent fires that made every one if them leave with terror.

Her original thought of peace and relaxation was now turned to pure embarrassment and disappointment. Her scales, at least around her neck and mid torso, are more sensitive than she would like. But this dilemma is worsened by the fact she had very little physical interaction with others, used to hugs and brief hand shakes. Almost half way through her 20's and she had not ever thought of finding a mate. But when the world practically ends when you are but a young girl, really makes you think of things far different than settling down. And to be honest, she was envious of the King and Queen. She wants something like that; minus the spoiled son. To grow old and be together through it all- it's a nice thought. If this whole act of heroism ends and she's still alive, Ynyri wished to seek out a mate and settle down.

Niri took her time in the bath, entertaining the thought of having a family. But it was cut short by the sound of delighted fornicating from a a few doors down the hall. The sorcerer frowned and decided it was time to leave her bath and seek sleep. She has eaten with human nobles and commoners, but never really slept in their beds, prefering the ground. It made her feel safer, considering she is perceptive of vibrations within the ground. The matresses dull the vibrations and make her weary. She does pull a blanket off the bed and curl up with it, heading to sleep at the foot of the grant bed frame. With a whisper of 'good night', the snake slept like she usually did. Half awake and ready.

Morning comes and Ynyri is up by the first light of dawn. She brushes her hair for the first time in a few weeks, making her look much more well kept than before. Her bath from the night before had cleaned up her body and she was almost glowing when a warm ray of sunlight filters through the window. For a moment, she basks in it, finding comfort in it as the day had the gloom of death hang over everyone. Today is the first day of god slaying, and to be honest, Ynyri was terrified. Fighting against something bigger than you, and then doing so while being with a bunch of strangers who are meant to fight by you through all this is a bit...risky. No one knew anyone personally, and most seemed to want to keep it that way. How do you trust someone you barely know with your life? Let alone a thousand others? Niri frowns in distaste, hoping these 'heros' will no turn their back on her, as she will not do that to them.

The scaled woman found the parade of false hope amusing during the departure of the glorified prince and his mislead army. Niri held her tongue at how he basks in the attention. His lack of comprehension for the danger of this quest will cost many lives. But what would a lowly demi-human know? The prince will soon be taught a terrible lesson, and he will be shown that his actions have consequences.

Two and a half an hours in with the dreadfully boring march, a sense of danger made her perk up. The change in the air made her look alert and scan the field before she looks up at the clouds where they begin to part and the giant face of the children of Ydis shown through the break of clouds. The sorcerer felt her skin crawl with horror but she quickly raised and pressed her foot firmly against the ground, hands raising with a grunt as the earth around her and thirty other soliders were engulbfed in a dome of thick earth. Even if the ground trembled and quakes, the wind didn't send them flying every which way as more titans made a thunderous impact upon the earth. Her gleaming blue eyes looked to the soilders, asessing which were fit for this battle and who were not. "Run if you cannot handle this, I'm letting this wall down." Her hands drop and the earthy barrier was lowered when the wild winds were settled. Only three fled with screams of terror. However, she was momentarily distracted by the amazing feats the others had just displayed. A titans hand blown clean off, then one slides off their other half of their body, and another arm is cut with a chain of black fire. Her heart thumps with a sense of relief before her eyes shift to the titan that was looking slowly over at Band'lur, who was cursing and complaining about his shoulder.

The titan moves in with a hand, intending to crush him under its palm. Her hand raises and the air grows frigid, and just before the the hand comes too close to stir the air up again with it's movement, a large ice spear drops and pins the giants wrist in place. The giant is in shock, but Niri does not allow it to react with several spears piercing through its arm until it reaches its head, rendering him an giant pin cushion. She looks back to the soilders who were in awe of the giant that shadows over them, limp with spears of ice in its arm and head. "Seek out and aid those who are down, do what you can to protect yourselves." She orders them before rushing off.

The scaled woman says a slur of incantations and the ground rumbles by her as if something is rising and moving fast. Within seconds, an earthen beast thst resembles a horse rises and she leaps onto its rocky back, rushing over to the Lizardman. The rocky hooves resonate through the distraught wails and quaking earth when she reaches the Wallbreaker. "You had all the time in the world to stretch during the march, my friend." She says with a light grin. Extending a dainty hand, she gently rests it on his strained shoulder and there's a gleam of blue energy flowing from her hand to the thick blue scales of the lizardman. A moment later, the strain melts into relief and the muscles relax. The pain is no more. "Better?" She asks, examining the rest of him quickly. Not a single scratch on him. 'Amazing.' She marvels despite the towering terrors overhead.
 
0750BEB4-9906-4B9A-9936-DAC6DE525380.jpegName: Wil Ostberg, the Marshland Halberdier
Race: Human
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; The Next Morning
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: N/A

The banquet had soon come to an end, and the esteemed guests of the hour were hurried to their quarters for the night. Whilst the others had been escorted by lowly servants, Ost enjoyed the company of the King’s guard. He felt flattered to be considered such a danger. How silly of him to assume that his peers didn’t consider him a threat. He would surely have to make it up to them, by killing thrice as many Titans than everyone else.

Ost found his chambers to be most pleasant. The floor was coarse and rough: perfect for sleeping on. But he was left unsure by the presence of a party of young women. Perhaps they had accidentally stumbled into the room, looking for somewhere else. Lost, they seemed to be. Even better, they may have been warriors! But no matter, there was enough cobbled stone for everyone to rest their head upon. Ost hadn’t even stripped off his armour, before he was already sound asleep, and fading into the darkness that it brought with it.


It was morning, and the warm glow of the rising spring sun called Ost to action. Today was the day. He had been excited for this moment. To face the Titans would be his greatest challenge yet, and the first test to see whether he was worthy to battle the Gods themselves. Indeed, this was a glorious day, and should be treated as such.

The maidens of war appeared to have left in the middle of the night. Perhaps they had gone to sharpen their swords for the upcoming battle. It was, of course, a necessary procedure and Ost could only berate himself for not thinking to do the same. A blunt edge could be the difference between life and death in the heat of battle. Were he to die this day, Ost could only blame himself. But thinking only of death was silly. He should focus on victory, and nothing more.

The parade may not have been a glamorous sight, it was certainly an incredible one. An army of a thousand men. Truly a fete never achieved by any mere mortal before. Ost felt a little jealous, that he had not been the one to do so. But to feel such foul emotions would do him no good. The prince was the very embodiment of this. Whilst Ost has always been a man of pride, the young royal’s was certainly unearned. Warriors fielded scars, and there were none on his soft skin. A strange decision it was, to let him lead this army. His generals seemed more qualified. It was undoubtably obvious that men would die today, as a consequence of incompetence.

Hours had gone by. The parade of warriors had reached the cursed land the Titans called their home. But that was the thing, for there was not a single one of the beasts in sight. Surely creatures of their size couldn’t hide themselves away. That was when Ost had realised.

They were in the middle of an ambush.

The giants descended from above, just as the Gods had done ten years ago. They struck the ground with their feet, and those unlucky enough were reduced to a grotesque paste of snapped bones and entrails. These creatures were, indeed, a clever bunch to pull of such a tactical manoeuvre. Men began to panic, and battle formations began to disperse. The prince was nowhere to be seen, perhaps having been crushed. There was no time to think on the battlefield. Only time to act.

Ost noticed some his comrades were about to be squashed beneath the palm of one of the Titans. He had to be quick, and so he rushed towards his enemy. He was able to slide through the dirt and intercept its strike with his halberd. The pike end of the weapon was lodged deep into the bone when the beast attempted it’s attack. Ost held tight to the shaft, when the beast lifted him into the air above it’s rotten gullet. He could sense annoyance, but he could also see arrogance. Ost let go, and landed on the bridge of its nose. It was now confused, unsure of what had happened. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ost unsheathed his sword, and rammed it into the skin just above the creature’s eye. The creature become limp, as Ost was able to strike the blade just enough into its brain to kill it.

The beast fell back. With his first kill, Ost went retrieve his halberd, and looked for another target. With the death of this Titan, another rushed in to avenge its fallen compatriot.

He had certainly acquired their attention.
 
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Name: Annelia Lastelle du Lema
Race: Human
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning
Location: The Throne Room --> The Land of the Titans
Tagging: N/A


"Would you like me to take your armor, Dame du Lema?"

Annelia flicked her lone eye to the side, studying the manservant that had approached her as the others turned to go. She had taken longer to finish her food than many of the others, both out of restraint and out of a desire to savor sensations she had not once experienced in her many, dry days prior. It was something of a surprise to her, the idea that the attendants were watching the plates of their guests so closely as to know when their time at the table was coming to a close. Even so, she offered a light shake of her head, pushing herself to her feet following one last dab at her mouth with a provided cloth.

"Each piece is quite heavy. I would not suggest it."

The servant shook his head, seemingly adamant, despite the woman's warning. "I'll simply gather others to help me." Though she wished to press, the northern giant decided it was perhaps best not to wedge herself between the servant and his duty; perhaps he did not see his station the same way that she did, but if their mentalities were at all close to one another, then he would likely feel the very same annoyance that she would, were someone else to stifle her own sense of duty.

"...Very well," she said, slowly relenting, "you may take them to whichever quarters have been set aside for me."

"And what of yourself, Dame du Lema?"

An eye flicked sideways, lidding slightly as the knight lapsed into a period of introspection. The journey had likely been shorter for her than it was for the others, and she found herself less than tired; her mind turned over on itself, busy with thoughts, and restless, her body having settled into a far stricter sense of control than her inner eye ever did. "...I would have someone take me to your royal library," she replied, thoughts coming to an end as her singular gaze snapped back to the servant at hand, "any section will do."

"Very well, Dame." A bow from the man. It would take some time, still, before he managed to assemble those both willing and capable of together moving the woman's armor.


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Rhythmic marching had been reduced to senseless chaos in mere moments.

The dream of an open hearth, dancing orange glinting off of the leafed edges of clustered pages and the soft, glinting red of reading-room fibres felt like little more than a far-off dream in the middle of a sudden and bloody war. How many had they lost? Such was an unanswerable question in the moment, with many dead and many more fleeing. The others had jumped into action before much more could be said; with the way they had gone about things, if there were any soldiers still alive near the impact areas, they were most certainly gone by now. Perhaps there would not have been time for a proper evacuation regardless.

Even so, a poor taste was left in the Knight-Noble's mouth.

The armored figure pushed herself to her feet; her aches and pains were minimal, for now, as were those of her horse, such was their collective luck and distance. A calm yet quick pace brought her to the fallen beast, her strength added briefly to that of the beast as the steed was righted, returning to its feet as it prepared to bolt. One gauntlet caught the reigns, pulling deftly as the woman forced herself back atop the running beast. Station secured, her other hand ripped her armored eye-covering free, adding further disappointment into the mix of her mind. She had not wanted things to escalate so quickly that she would have had to reveal the Illusory Eye, yet such, it seemed, was the nature of greater warfare.

The battle surrounding her disappeared, leaving behind nothing but silence, serenity, peace. The horse calmed, its run slowly returning to a trot, then a standstill, its mind calmed, reassured by the void of soothing light that surrounded them.

The battle, too, required calm; thus, Annelia would provide it.

Rippling outward like clouds, all those nearest the woman were enveloped in nothingness, a calm, broad daylight surrounding them, a shallow pool of water, no more than two inches high, spreading outward in all directions. It was another place entirely, a world away from the chaos that surrounded them mere seconds prior. Pains, sounds of suffering; they had been drowned out, leaving only the soft sound of footfalls upon water. Even voices crying out in confusion were silenced; here, they were not needed.

In the center, there was only Annelia; from her uncovered eye shined a bright purple light, radiant, yet sickly, a contrast both unnerving yet comforting, two sides of a coin merged into a single, inexplicable face. Her voice reached out in all directions, touching the minds of the great many soldiers within the illusion with ringing clarity, her form and voice merging into a beacon of steadiness.

"If you are still sound of body and mind," came her voice, disembodied, all-present, borne from a source other than her stilled jaw, "then remount, and follow me. You have my word that so long as you stay close and follow my lead, no harm will come to you." It was a high promise, an impossible promise; and yet, all soldiers who heard it nonetheless stood in the mist of impossibility.

The apparition of an environment vanished in an instant, revealing again, the cruelty of war. Yet, Annelia remained, resolute, nigh-gleaming amongst it; despite the scenes of death surrounding her, it seemed, even then, that she was the most natural figure upon which to focus. "Forget now the pretext you were given," returned her tones, soft yet firm, gaze angled and eyes narrowed as her intensity fixed upon those who still cared to listen, "you are not here to stand idle before the glory of promised saviors. You, too, are a part of that promise. Recall the parade, recall their cheers; they called for you. The Last Kingdom will be saved by the arms of all who care to raise their blades."

Her own blade was ripped free from its scabbard, held at her side as her other hand raised her reigns. "To your horses!"

Some still ran. Yet many did not; their hearts were true, and their bodies strong. They were, perhaps, those who knew long before the march where it was they were going, what it was they would face. These were the prepared, the steadfast; those spurred with memories of home, of people, of places, their minds running horses, momentarily scared, merely in need of riders.

They mounted, and they charged; Annelia's glinting blade marked the way for all but their target; for the tower of a soldier, there was no advance at all, the cavalry's sounds and sights rendered naught by Annelia's shining eye. What he saw, instead, were hundreds of footsoldiers, hundreds, scaling him, clamoring up and into his armor without fear like fevered, single-minded ants. The twinge of biting blades, the bleeding of thousands of cuts, repeated; the mountain flailed, ripping at his chestplates and digging at his skin as the sensation became an obsession. Of his own accord, the Titan fell, stumbling, rumbling into the dust in an attempt to smash and scatter that which was not there.

And all the while, the cavalry advanced; Annelia's forward rush backed by tens of followers under her charge, blade at the ready.

"The throat! A single pass for each blade!" echoed her instructions, each mounted man presenting arms on command. The titan's back arched. His arms flew for his chest, scraping, beating; the dust did not dissuade the riders, and the flash of Annelia's blade drew blood upon the giant's neck. Then another, and another; the flicker of each passing blade scraped further flesh from the giant, a river of blood pouring from a wall of flesh at the great wound of many parts, the long gash seeming more as if it had been cut from the blade of a fellow Titan as opposed to mere, mortal men.

Cheers rang out from the riders as the giant's arms fell limp, Annelia's risen, bloodied blade signaling another pass as the riders looped wide, turning their sights on another godly servant, seemingly immune to the attention of their foes.
 
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Name: Ryland Nustram
Race: Human
Date/Time: 6 A.M.; Spring; Morning of next day.
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: everyone

The meal came to life as the others let loose. As the last of the course came, he was eating with his hands, enjoying his meal now that everyone's sense of propriety was thrown out the window. Anne managed to hold onto her manners, but he couldn't say the same of himself. There was not much conversation during, but it was not an uncomfortable silence. Just the sound of people enjoying their food and concentrating on what could be their final feast.

When the meal ended, Ryland was escorted to his room. He'd wanted to visit the bunkers, to check if any old friends were around. But good sense told him to rest the night, as the battle tomorrow would only be the first of many. Upon entering the chambers, he was greeted by four women - the question was answered by the servant who led him there before it was even asked.

"A show of the king's generosity."

In his younger days, he may have accepted the offer. But now he had no interest. He politely dismissed them, only accepting the help of one to dismantle the intricate armor that encased his left arm. Once that was done, he requested her assistance again in the morning, then let her go, allowing himself the luxury of a warm private bath. He fell asleep on the plush bed almost instantly after, falling into a dreamless rest.


Ryland awakened before dawn. It was a time he savored, a rare moment of peace he knew would be hard to find in the days to come. It was his custom to do it before any mission, and most especially before ones that had a heavy price to pay with failure. This would be his biggest task yet, with the heaviest repercussions. He contemplated the upcoming challenge in silence, only moving when he heard the door to his temporary quarters open. Slate gray eyes looked from the balcony to the entranceway.

The woman from last night entered, her head lightly bowed in deference. It was time to move. Wordlessly the two worked together to wrap the armor around his left arm once again; she had the courtesy of not asking about the scars it hid. By the time they finished, the first rays of the sun began peering over the horizon.

When she left, she only had two words to say.

"Good luck."


The guild leader assessed the chaos, used to the sight, though not in the number that currently surrounded him. Those nearby had managed to brace themselves after his order, their instincts as soldiers saving their lives. Their formation was broken but their bodies remained whole. The men righted themselves after being tossed by the impact, some with fear in their eyes. But still they stood; only few chose to turn tail and run.

Those in the motley crew of heroes had already began their work. Corpses of the titans began to fall one by one. He turned to the soldiers. They regarded him as their commander, at least for the moment. It was an uncomfortable responsibility, but a familiar one. He would have to do what he could. "Use the corpses as shields against the blasts; anchor yourselves with your weapons if you have to. You're of no use with a broken body."

The men charged as he unsheathed his blade, following his advice as Titans crashed down from the sky. Some were crushed in the debris that flew; all each soldier could do was continue ahead. The battlefield was no place to mourn, lest they want to join their eternal rest. There was time for that later.

A Child of Ydis landed just a few meters ahead, its impact forcing Ryland to bury his blade in the flesh of its fallen brother. The ground shattered and he stumbled, but he remained in the same spot. The Guildsman was the first to stand back up again, deftly climbing over the small mountain corpse to reach his target. The Titan's back was turned to him as he landed his first strike against its shin. Blood began to gush as he buried his blade to the hilt, pulling it across and finally bringing it back to his side. The silver blade was now coated a deep red, even as the ground around him pooled with the liquid.

The giant howled in pain, its shriek an attack of its own. Ryland winced, but lunged away as it bent down in an attempt to swat him away like a fly. The soldiers took it as their chance. With a cry they charged forward, each gash chipping away at the arrogance that it once held in its face while the wounds grew deeper. The pain proved too much; the Titan fell, the force of its stumble causing the ground to quake and the earth to collapse.

In the midst of the unsettled dust, Rye rose. Climbing atop its prone body, he drove his sword into its throat, not an ounce of hesitation in the move. As he jumped down he dragged his sword along, creating a bloody seam across its neck. The Titan stilled soon after, its forcibly life returned to the earth.

This would only be the first of many others.
 
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Name: Prince Destinian
Race: Human
Date/Time: 6:30 A.M.; Spring; Morning of the Next Day
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Axel The Englishman Axel The Englishman RI.a RI.a Euaion Euaion Ramjammer Ramjammer fluticasone fluticasone _Line 213 _Line 213

The prince gazed over his shoulder, his eyes wide with astonishment as he saw light and ice, and then the Titans falling one-by-one. He pulled upon the reins, slowing Moonrunner and guided her into a turn. With his lips parted in his entranced awe, the prince watched as the six warriors dispatched the Titans as though their gargantuan might mattered not.

“By the stars,” Destinian breathed. It was as they claimed. They were killing the gods. They stood a chance! His heart raced with excitement. They could actually win!

The soldier behind him was entranced. He similarly watched the battle and didn’t blink once to miss any second of it. The prince saw the soldiers who had fled the fight and gripping the reins, he yelled at them, “What are you doing?”

The soldiers stopped and gazed upon the young prince. Drawing his sword, the prince pointed it forward at the Titans who were staring down at the Human army, now fearing the insects with teeth. “Look! They are frightened!”

The cowardly soldiers turned and watched as the Titans started to step backwards. As Annelia pressed on with her army and illusions, the children turned and fled. Leon lowered his shield with a pleased smile. Normally, if he hadn’t been employed as a mercenary, then he might have given chase, but there was much the general would have to account for. The brief reprieve would allow them to get a casualty count, and an estimate of the remaining able-bodied survivors. Returning his sword and shield to his back, the steel resounding with a sshhk and click, the lion searched the battlefield for the general and found him already ordering his troops to separate the dead from the wounded. Leon didn’t interrupt as he gazed upon the aftermath. If it hadn’t been for his seven-man group, then the Titans would have easily obliterated the Human army.

“We are lucky to have warriors like you here,” the general finally spoke. “We would not be here now if not for the God Slayers.”

God Slayers? Was that name becoming a thing now?

The general turned to Leon. “How? How are you all able to kill them? How are you any different than the warriors and wizards who have fallen to the gods?”

Leon frowned a little, musing over the general’s question. He never thought about it until then. How were the God Slayers different from every other Human and Demi-Human? He had no honest answer.

“I don’t know,” Leon answered. “I want to live, and I don’t doubt that I can’t kill them. I only know that I will kill them, and it is that desire that makes me stronger. I have dedicated my life to ensure their destruction. I think of nothing else but killing the gods, and I won’t stop until I succeed. I’m sure it is the same for the others if you ask them.”

Leon’s pupils then dilated in surprise when he saw a familiar white mare return to him with the young prince and escort still mounted. The general noticed Leon’s expression and whirled to see the prince returning. Several soldiers happily exclaimed:

“It’s the prince!”

“The prince is back!”

Despite the prince having left them, the soldiers still rejoiced upon seeing him. Destinian glanced about at his cheering men, some hunched over with injury. He couldn’t believe it. He had expected to be ridiculed for having ran away—for having left them! Trailing behind him were the ones who had fled who had been sharing the prince’s guilt until other soldiers welcomed them back with pats upon their shoulder pauldrons. Naturally, Moonrunner returned to Leon and extended her snout to him. Leon cupped her muzzle and stared up at the prince. The general beat him to the question:

“My prince; why have you returned?”

Destinian waited for his escort to dismount before he followed. Dropping before the general, the prince smiled, wearing it smugly. “I cannot return to my kingdom having gone back on my promise. I said I would slay the Titan god, and I intend to do so.”

The prince walked passed his speechless general and Leon and gazed across the plains at the shrinking forms of the Titans. “Look at them run. Until now, I don’t think any of us would have ever dreamed of seeing such a sight. I underestimated your group…” He spoke to Leon, “My apologies. Could you blame me? Nothing like this has ever happened until now. We all thought you were vagabonds eager for Death’s embrace.”

Leon said nothing. He didn’t know what to say. The prince brought up a good point; however, he didn’t know how he felt about him returning to the battlefield. He was needed not only by his family but the people, and he was a liability just like all the other Human soldiers.

In the distance, a dark shadow loomed. The giants were running toward it, and it was difficult to see at such a distance, but the shadow was much taller than them. The prince, the general, Leon, and other soldiers started to take notice of the colossus.

“Is that another one?” the general questioned. “It’s different from the others.”

When the Titans reached the creature, they turned around and followed behind it like an army did a leader.
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The Centurion

“Look, they’re following it. It must be their leader!” the general claimed.

The prince frowned. “Ydis? Huh, I imagined him to be scarier.”

The black Titan appeared hollow and burnt. Its eye sockets were empty and a fissure divided its chest down to its stomach. Birds flew around its spiked shoulders as it marched toward the Human army. Its left hand extended into the air above its head and a bright beam of light descended into it. The beam extended into a javelin and surged down the Titan’s arm like glowing veins. The light filled its empty core, causing its eyes to illuminate in a blaze and long, fiery spouts to arch like hair from its skull. Gripping the burning light construct, the black Titan lowered its arm and raised the weapon as though prepared to throw.

Leon’s pupils instantly thinned as he drew his shield.

“Tell everyone to get back!” he yelled to the general and prince.

Leon charged with his shield gripped tightly. The black Titan drew back its arm and like a spring, it shot forward. The javelin shot across the battlefield like a missile. Leon had just barely a second to raise his shield when the beam struck. Before the army and the other six mercenary’s eyes, the attack had seemingly made Leon vanish from the battlefield. In actuality, the javelin had been so strong and forceful that Leon had been knocked off his feet. There was only a line of fallen soldiers, marking his path where the javelin had taken him. Moonrunner started to gallop in the direction her master had been thrown.

The prince slowly blinked. With Leon’s sudden disappearance, he wondered if he had been destroyed by the attack? Completely incinerated! They didn’t have much time to dwell on the situation before the black Titan raised its hand again to collect another javelin.

“SPREAD OUT!” the general cried. If they were clustered, then it made it easier for the javelin to strike.
 
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Band forumpost.pngName: Band'lur Wallbreaker
Race: Demi-Human
Date/Time: 6:30 A.M.; Spring; Morning.
Location: The Land of the Titans.
Tagging: Euaion Euaion

Band'lur had been involved in a great deal of nonsense over the years. Every War and every fight he'd partook in had left its mark on the Lizardman in some way or other. He'd have been quite the fool to claim otherwise. And so the Demi-Human had in some sense become quite used to chaos in all forms. Moreso after the Meteor's impact and the disasters that followed in its wake. But Band'lur had never before seen a clusterfuck quite like the one currently happening all around him.

To call the affair chaos was putting it mildly. The Lizardman would gladly admit to not knowing much of anything. He wasn't a scholar, and he didn't trust anyone that called themselves such.

Math was a particular evil that Band'lur could not, and would not abide. For personal reasons.

The one thing that the Lizardman was positive of, was that the world had never experienced an event quite as frightening as seven random strangers putting the hurt on the children of the Gods. And hurt they did. Not long after Band'lur stuck the first blow another Titan fell, never to rise again. All around him the Colossi thrashed and groaned, each felled like mighty oak trees. The very earth heaved and buckled from the weight and Band'lur's ears were filled with the ceaseless groaning of stones ground to rubble. The army didn't fare much better, though more an more had the presence of mind to at least get out of the damn way. Dust choked the air, and screams rang loudly.

All in all, it was turning out to be an awful day.

The Lizardman winced slightly and rolled his aching shoulder. While still sprier then men half his age, Band'lur wasn't exactly young either. He grumbled softly to himself, even as the Titan above him continued to reel from shock. He supposed that fighting a Titan was different from fighting a mortal man in many aspects. "Can't recall the last time I couldn't lay someone on their ass with just one punch. Weird." It was baffling, but the Demi-Human felt a growing excitement at the prospect as well. Enemies that didn't crumble under a single blow were rare for the Lizardman most days. The change in pace heralded terror in many forms, but for Band'lur it opened a world of possibilities.

Those possibilities presented themselves sooner than the man thought as the Titan had managed to recover itself. Its hand was blown clear off, a bloody stump left as evidence of their clash and no more. Like nearly anyone with a brain, the Titan did not take kindly to forced amputation and was more than willing to deliver retribution onto the Mortal that had offended it. It still had one hand left and was ready to put it to use. Band'lur readied himself as a second fist descended down towards him and the Lizardman spat onto the ground. "You think I won't take the other one off? My, your parents must be really proud to have raised such a dumb ass." The Titan roared. Whether in offense at the Demi-Human's words or as was simply its nature, the man did not know. And he never found out.

Ice, gleaming like diamonds and colder than a broken-hearted woman pierced the Titan's flesh suddenly. Band'lur was forced to book it out of the area as the appendage slammed into the ground with a mighty rumble. A massive lance of ice pinned the Titan's hand to the ground and it struggled in vain to yank it out. Any hope for escape was ripped away shortly as more lances rained down on the Titan. It's arm and torso riddled with the projectiles until at last its skull was pierced clean through. The massive creature slumped over heavily, it's life fading with one last rumbling groan. Another Titan felled and Band'lur hadn't even been the one to do it.

"'m gettin' slow." The Lizardman mumbled to himself. The sound of hoofbeats and a shout alerted the man to the presence of another and he turned around. Yniri had arrived, undoubtedly the cause of the Ice Lances if the beast made of earth and stone she was riding on was any indication. Her face bore a small smile and her eyes seemed to sparkle as she teased the Lizardman, though he sensed no bite to her words. "You can't march AND stretch yanno! You try and do it, bet ya can't." He replied dourly. Band'lur couldn't find it within himself to be irritated with the Snake Woman. She'd saved his sorry hide after all and was kind enough to tend to his injured shoulder too. The Lizardman may have been a crass idiot, but he wasn't rude. His Mama had raised him better than that, after all.

Band'lur tested his newly healed shoulder with a smile and a nod at Yniri. "Feels better, thank you very much. And thank you for lookin' after my sorry ass too. Was real good of you! That earns you one Band'lur brand favor. It's non-negotiable, and can't be traded for cash so don't even ask. So think hard on what you want."

Amidst their conversation, the Titans seemed to be scattering. Someone, Band'lur couldn't tell who, had managed to rally some of the Soldiers and they were charging across the ruined battlefield. Sighs and cheers of relief abounded as the Children of the Gods made their hasty retreat and Band'lur allowed himself to relax marginally. He looked back up at Yniri, eyes squinted as he observed her carefully. "You're a healer, right? Maybe we should start roundin' up folks who 'ain't dead and tend to 'em." The Lizardman wasn't sure if they were out of the woods yet, but a reprieve was a reprieve. It was best that they all put it to use.

A particularly loud series of cheers caught the man's notice and his gaze was turned to the sight of the Prince riding back onto the battlefield. From where the Lizardman stood, he looked rather smug for someone that had been pissing himself earlier and the Demi-Human huffed in annoyance. "The hell are they cheerin' for? He didn't even do nothin'!" Band'lur grumbled lowly. He guessed that this was but one of many quirks that Humans could lay claim to. They'd cheer for anything, even if it didn't make a lick of sense.

'Hopefully, this mess will teach the boy a bit of humility.' He thought. One would have to be utterly without compassion or a complete fool to take nothing away from today's events. Band'lur silently hoped that the Prince wasn't that far gone yet.

If Fate had been listening to Band'lur's prayers, then she was determined to put them all to the test. A chorus of murmurs and gasps rippled through the crowd and once more Band'lur's gaze was pulled elsewhere. The Titans were returning, and not alone. They strode shoulder to shoulder, backs arrow straight and gazes level. Before them walked one far larger than the rest. The Lizardman wasn't sure what to make of the newcomer. If it wasn't the God Ydis himself, the Lizardman knew instinctively that it would prove a greater challenge than its brothers.

It was an ugly thing to look at. Black hollow eyes stared blindly at them, unseeing and uncaring. Its massive stone body was pitted with marks and hollows, the greatest of them being a giant gaping crater that split it from chest to navel. Band'lur was keenly reminded of the small nooks that spiders and centipedes would hide in among the stones of his home. The darkened crevices filled with all manner of tiny beasts that would gladly sink their venomous fangs into unwary fingers and toes using them for purchase during climbs. The earth trembled even from the great distance that the new Titan stood, and it grew ever larger and uglier as it approached.

A tingling sensation along the Lizardman's scales alerted him to a change in the air, and Band'lur was positive that if he'd had hair it would be standing on end. The atmosphere around the oncoming Titans thrummed with unseen energies and right before his eyes, the one at the fore ignited in a blaze of light. It was terrible, and yet awe-inspiring. It was supremely unnatural, and yet more beautiful than words could say. The Titan seemed blessed, by what means the Lizardman could never hope to comprehend. It shone with all the beauty and ceaseless fury of the Sun, and it put that fury to work in an astounding fashion.

A Titanic hand reached towards the heavens in an almost pleading fashion and Band'lur could only watch dumbstruck as the Heavens split apart in answer. A great Javelin forged of the same light, and pulsing with the same ageless energy appeared in the Titan's grasp, drawn and ready to be sent hurtling through the air.

"Aw Hell." The man managed to get out before the Titan launched the Javelin at the awaiting army. It soared with all the grace of a Swallow and carried with it the deadly intent of the Gods. The barely there army was split neatly in two, a deep furrow and countless bodies left in the wake of the Javelin.

This was indeed, going to be a bit of a challenge.

Band'lur however, was willing to rise to it. Not because he was particularly courageous or was possessed by a moral fiber that lesser men would envy. No, Band'lur saw in front of him once more, a very large and very irritating wall. Walls were not his friend, and the Lizardman refused to pretend otherwise. He considered his options momentarily. The Titan's had reformed their ranks, and the only people capable of beating them back were scattered through the sea of bodies around him. The biggest of them was clearly the greater threat, but Band'lur knew that if all their focus was on it alone, the others would waste no time in wiping them all from existence. It was a conundrum and Band'lur didn't really like those. He preferred things to be simple.

A large clawed hand lifted to wave up at Yniri, still perched on her stone steed. "Oi! We gotta round the rest up. All of 'em, and quick too. We'll have to go in together this time around."

The Lizardman wasn't absolutely sure what they'd do once all the King's Heroes had been gathered, but that was an issue best left for Band'lur five minutes later. All haste was needed. The Titan was preparing to hurl another Javelin, and while the army had been smart enough to spread its ranks to lessen casualties, that wasn't going to save them in the long run. Band'lur hadn't waited for Niri to reply, merely heading off into the thick of the army with his eyes narrowed and his nose open. He'd sniff his companions out if he had to. The Lizardman grit his teeth as he searched, shouting above the din and chaos. "Where the hell are you lot? Get your asses over her I wanna have a word!"

Band'lur didn't have the luxury of second-guessing his Companions. Not now, not anymore. There were no other choices left to them, and he once more prayed. Hoping that they all knew it too.
 
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Name: Ynyri/Niri Allementhium
Race:
Demi-human; snake.
Date/Time: 6:30 A.M.; Spring; Morning.
Location: The kings throne room.
Tagging: Ramjammer Ramjammer , Axel The Englishman Axel The Englishman , fluticasone fluticasone , _Line 213 _Line 213 , The Black Knight The Black Knight

The horrors of battle were something Niri wished she never have to engage in. But since she is seemingly powerful enough to be a force of difiance to the gods, she is will take up the task without complaint. Even if she was shaken down to her bones, she maintained a look of confidence and continued on. The lizardman was a welcome voice of distractation since he had a merry personality. She smiled a bit wider at his argument to her. "I don't know about you, but I can do many stretches while marching." She says with a playful tone, but makes no move to show off this feat. "You don't have to give..." Niri trails off since he had already said it was non-negotiable, making her sigh with a small smile and nod. "I'll think about it." Her eyes switched their focus from Band'lur to the fleeing titans.

The land trembled under their shuffling feet but it was less aggressive from their earlier actions. Theres a blanket of relief, though shes aware that these titans could be running to back their nest. It wasn't over. The sorceress looked to Band once more at his remark about gathering up everyone. "I will not be able to assist the others as it will take up too much time," She says, extending a hand over the side and making a motion that she is pulling something from the air. "but I can provide them transportation to move them into a secure location." She finishes. From the ground, it rumbles lightly and out from it rises various of horses, eyes gleaming with a blue energy. "Aid the men who are gathering up the fallen." She orders in a gentle voice. The horses gallop off onto different parts of the field.

The once distraught wails were victorious cheering, making her tilt her head curiously at this crys of celebration. "The prince must still be alive." She says off handedly. While she didn't care much for him, almost willing to drop a boulder on him, he served as a martyr of the people. "Let them be, Band'lur. Their morale rest on his shoulders." She says over the cheering. Niri takes a moment to really bask in the cheering, finding comfort in the liveliness. She was allowed only a minute before her horse seemed restless, making her look back towards the once fleeing titans turn with a bigger and definetly stronger friend. The young woman couldn't say she didn't expect this, but by the stars. A longer window to regroup would be nice!

Niri watched in horror as the larger titan produced a strange shadow that stretched over the army. Her heart began beating the sound of fear as she took in just the height of this titan. It's body was like a blackened mountain, hallowed out with a glowing energy filtering out of it like it had captured the sun within its core. Niri felt the air shift, as it would when she channels herself to perform a spell, making her shudder in realization when the titan begins to pull back an arm, pulling energy into the shape of a spear. "The humans-!" She gasps out, looking out to where he sends forth his javelin.

She cannot stop it.

The spear pierces the sky and impacts into the ground, sending the army into the air or crumbled under ruin. The cries of battle returned once more, seemingly louder than before. Niri was stunned at what just happened, snapping out of her terror before Band'lur had caught her attention. The sorceress let out a shuddered breathe to attempt to ease her nerves and nodded. "I will send for them!" She says as she begins to weave and channel the air around her to conjour large birds with feathers of clouds and eyes that glow much like the horses she summoned earlier. "Find the others and bring them to me! Hurry!" She orders the books and they scatter across to locate the other four hero's. Upon seeing band run off, she frowned and followed him, "Band!" She calls out to him among the panic.

Her birds fly swiftly through the field, most only seeing them as quick moving clouds, eyes gleaming as if a reflection off a window as they searched for each member of the God Slayers. Each one locates each of them and hover over them, watching them before making a motion with their head for them to follow or allow them to pick them up and take them over to where they want to take them.
 
Name: Annelia Lastelle du Lema
Race: Human
Date/Time: 6:30 A.M.; Spring; Morning
Location: The Land of the Titans
Tagging: Euaion Euaion , Ramjammer Ramjammer


Always, it seemed, victory was a short-lived and fickle thing.

Th efforts of the so-called God Slayers (were they truly deserving of such a name?) had rallied whatever soldiers that had not already rallied themselves, the towering soldiers who minutes earlier had seemed so assured of their victory turning their tails in a fashion that could only be described as uncharacteristic. Even then, in the midst of the exhilaration of those around her, Annelia found the sight of such prideful, powerful beings retreating beyond the mountains to be a strange sight if nothing else.

Slowly, she moved to sheathe her sword, her demeanor preventing her from joining in the celebrations of the other soldiers. their cheers rivaling the thundering footfalls of the fleeing giants. It felt wrong; they had collapsed too easily, and several of the other supposed heroes seemed to have barely exerted themselves. Even so, there was post-battle--were it truly that--business to attend to; the wounded could not wait forever, and she would have to consult with the general as to whether they would be recalled back to the Kingdom or constructing a war-camp. For her, relaxation had yet to set in; perhaps such was the result of the still-churning adrenaline within her, yet either way, she would never say. Foes of such size were not something found in the Greystone Mountains, a fortune due either from its proximity to the kingdom, or the terrain itself. It was something she could only be thankful for, yet something in the back of her mind could not help but constantly repeat the idea that she, and all the others, were woefully unprepared for any sort of long-term conflict.

A quick order for the mounted to help the wounded rang out, she herself dashing toward one of the former impact areas in order to scout for life. Her gaze flicked back and forth across the battlefield as she did so, a slight line of purple mist trailing from her magicked eye. The ordinance afforded to these men was nigh pathetic, given what they were slated to go up against. The assignment was nothing if not suicide; the gratitude the king had shown them not even an entire day before had been contextualized with the lives of their own soldiers.

She drew her horse to a stop; the sounds of celebration and relief had given way to remarks more pained, terrified. She glanced back at their wider forces, only to shift her attention to the object of their attention. Her eyes--both of them--widened.

The pall of shadow the giant cast along the ground must have been far greater than any mountain. And yet, as soon as the aura around it blazed to life, the long streak of darkness completely vanished, banished into nothingness by a second sun. By the time the lance had coalesced, the giant was blinding, pouring a radiance beyond that of any star the knight had ever known.

The presence that the being commanded was unmistakable. These heroes, they had yet to slay a god.

She clenched her jaw. "The plan has changed," she instructed, her eye regaining its former glow, "take all of able body and retreat from the flats. If you can find high ground, then do so. Our horses are numbered; the survival of your countrymen depends upon the survival of each and every mount!" She could only pray that the soldiers would see reason as the lance of light slammed against the ground with a flash of dizzying light and unrelenting force, a single figure leaping forward to counter the blow with the force of his own body being the only immediate indication of any sort of continued offensive.

Turning her horse, Annelia began speeding back toward the main forces, the dazing glow behind her bringing with it increasing heat as she raced away from the fallen forward soldiers, the ragged breath of her overworked horse betraying the beast's encroaching fatigue. A gauntleted palm pulled away from the reign it clutched, placing itself lightly upon the horse's muscular, pulsing neck. There was something cruel about her actions, she felt, easing away the horse's pain, the burning of its lungs and the aches of its limbs, freeing it to push itself further at the cost of its health. Would it hate her, if it could? If it knew the risk of never running again?

A bird matching her pace caught her eye, shadowed in form save for an eerie light where eyes should have been. Slowly, it peeled off of her path, curling away into a long arc leading toward a vaguely-remembered figure. Regaining her grip on the reigns, Annelia followed, turning her horse as the beast angled steeply from the weight on its back. The heat and brightness at the knight's back made it clear to her that another lance, born from light, was already in the making. They may have been slow to channel, but there were no words to describe their destructive nature. At that stage, it nearly felt like a race to regroup, Annelia herself pulling herself off of her horse as it slowed. The beast, however, did not stop, instead charging off alongside the other retreating figures.

The weight of a sealed fate set upon her as she watched the horse carry on into the distance. Even the hope that some other rider would make use of it and live another day when they might otherwise not failed to lessen it.

She looked upward, eyes narrowing within the glare of building light. "I've ordered my men to retreat," she said to the two beside her, "they are not equipped for this, none of them are. If we cannot do anything on our own, then they would be unable to do anything either." Her hand reached for her sword, yet she did not draw it. Her brows furrowed tightly, nose wrinkling as her face nearly mimicked that of a snarling wolf. They had not yet fully assembled, yet they only had so much time to act. The others would simply have to catch on.

Her eyes flicked sideways, her own glow the only contrasting form of light, though even that threatened to be swallowed by that which stood before them. "Sir Wallbreaker," she said, honing in on the man in question, "your earlier leap was admirable. Yet here, if we are to see victory, you must go for the legs." Only then did she draw her sword. "It is a more effective use of your force; knocking the giant prone will offer more versatility to us all." Her eyes narrowed, her voice remaining steady and flat all the same. "Out of all those here, now, you are the only one capable of doing so. The first step toward our victory, however slight it may be, rests solely upon your shoulders. And you," her focus shifted toward the one whom, seemingly, had summoned her here. It was a curious thing, seeing magic other than her own, all of its forms in proper practice, seemingly within reach, yet forever out of her grasp all the same. "What more can you do?"
 
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Name: King Leonhardt Animaeus
Race: Demi-Human
Date/Time: 7 A.M.; Spring; Morning of the Next Day
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Axel The Englishman Axel The Englishman Ramjammer Ramjammer RI.a RI.a _Line 213 _Line 213 fluticasone fluticasone Euaion Euaion


The white mare, stark-white compared to the gray land which surrounded them, nuzzled the bronze, lion face of her master’s helm. The fallen Anima king was sprawled on his back across the ground, a dark trail of dented and up-turned earth marking the path in which he was sent flying and rolling.

Leon… his mother’s voice reverberated in his conscious and for once he felt as though this world; this nightmare; was but a dream. Leon.

Moonrunner nudged his helm again, causing his neck to turn with the weight of it. As the ground vibrated beneath him from The Centurion’s consecutive javelin, Leon’s honeyed rings slowly cracked open, and he gazed across the flat: gray, yellow, and white landscape. That was when the reality of the situation came rushing back to him. No Leon; you are still here. Turning his head so that he was gazing up at the bright sky, his eyes squinted against the glare as he assessed his condition. His fingers were still clutching the handle of his shield in a death grip. Slowly, he uncurled each of his fingers one at a time as though they were stiff with rigor mortis. He felt his joints popping and his tendons loosening. A burn and relief passed through them.

Inhaling deeply and exhaling a breath, Leon slapped that very hand down on the ground and slowly sat upwards. Groaning softly and hanging his head, he recounted how powerful The Centurion’s javelin had been. He could tank it, but he wasn’t strong enough to hold his ground. His amber eyes flicked over to his shield. The gold and silver (in color) kite glowed upon the ground charged with the sun-like energy. Leon grasped it and hefted it onto his back where he secured it. Moonrunner nudged the side of his head again and he grasped her muzzle gently.

I need to get off my ass he thought. A shadow engulfed him and expanded around him, causing his heart to skip. His head snapped upward gazing upon the spread silhouette of what appeared to be a great bird. The bird descended and reached out with its stone-like talons for him. Leon swung his fist violently at the creature as it retracted its legs and then suddenly thrust them down to latch onto his shoulders. Leon bestially snarled before he was suddenly airborne, feeling as light as a feather, and watching Moonrunner shrink beneath him. The bird’s grip didn’t feel violent. It headed straight for the conflict and swooped down over the heads of Band and Niri to drop The Lion Knight in the great lizard’s path.

Leon landed in a low crouch, the weight of his armor bearing down on his legs. With a rasp, he turned his head to regard Band as he straightened, recalling his last exclamation, “You hailed?”

All jokes aside, Leon glanced up at The Centurion and bristled. “I can stop his javelins, but I cannot keep my feet rooted,” he informed the two. He reached behind his shoulders to once again draw his shield and showed Band the odd power it had absorbed. “If I can charge my shield with more, then I might be able to give him a taste of his own medicine.”
 
Band forumpost.pngName: Band'lur Wallbreaker
Race: Demi-Human
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning.
Location: Land of the Titans.
Tagging: The Black Knight The Black Knight _Line 213 _Line 213 Euaion Euaion
Band'lur was left momentarily in awe as Yniri conjured her birds of mist and sent them afield to round up their companions. Magic was certainly handy, and the Lizardman was grateful to have such an adept weaver of it counted among their number. 'Hmm. I'll have to see if she's got any lessons she can give me. Wouldn't hurt to learn a trick or two.' The Lizardman thought to himself. The birds scattered across the area, to seek out the others, and Band'lur could just make out the beginning of a retreat from the remainder of the army. 'Poor saps.' He thought forlornly. The men and women with them couldn't be blamed for wanting to fight, but they were hopelessly outclassed. As it stood, Band'lur wasn't even sure if he and his companions would stand a chance. The glowing Titan was a great deal more powerful than his brothers and the Lizardman was loathe to admit that simply punching him wasn't going to be an option.

Fate had deemed it, that Band'lur would be forced to think for once in his life, and he wasn't particularly excited at the prospect.

The furious stamping of hooves on the ruined earth caught the Lizardman's attention and he was greeted to the sight of Annelia astride a horse. The one-eyed woman looked grim, dirty and not particularly enthused everything happening around her. Band'lur knew that she was a woman of the Mountains, much as he came from the same place. Mountains like all challenges in life were meant to be scaled, but mountains also didn't move and hurl javelins at everything either. The Lizardman still greeted her warmly, however, despite the rather pressing circumstances.

"Well ain't you just a sight for these eyes of mine! And yer damn right they're not prepared for this. Better to send 'em packin'. That's a few less graves we'll have to dig once this is over."

Band'lur paused to stare up at the Titan, hands on his hips and tail lashing irritably. "Ugly sumbitch if I ever saw one. And those are pretty common around these parts, so I'd damn sure know. 's gonna take us a little more....Er. What's the word 'm thinkin' of...Finesse! Or however the hell you pronounce it. Some of that shit and what have you. But I ain't much for tactical knowhow and whatever." Annelia calling his name drew Band'lur out of his muttering and he stared at her intently as she spoke.

On the one hand, Band'lur was glad that someone took the time to tell him how strong he was. The Lizardman knew intrinsically that he was pretty damn great, but being reminded from time to time was always welcome. On the other, what the armored woman was asking of him was nothing short of suicidal.

Then again agreeing to come along for this nonsense was too, so it wasn't as if Band'lur had a choice in the matter.

He scratched thoughtfully at his chin with a claw, and knitted his brows together in deep thought. "Well. I guess I can try to take the legs out from under the damn fool. I'm certainly fat enough that I can make him stumble a bit, har!"

It was at this moment that Leon decided to drop in, both literally and figuratively. One of Yniri's birds released the man from a taloned grip and he was sent dropping to the ground like a stone. Band'lur clapped both of his large clawed hands together, smiling broadly as his tail thumped the ground in excitement. "And here's another one! Good, good. The rest should be movin' along shortly but we may need to act before long. I doubt the big guy is gonna wait around while we all try to get out shit together." The Lizardman cocked his head at the Knight, eyes drifting down to the man's legs. His stance was set well enough, and his armor sturdy but that wouldn't stop a God of the caliber in front of him. Band'lur screwed his face up once more, the admittedly rusty gears in his head turning at a faster rate than they were accustomed to as he thought. As it stood, to get anywhere they'd need to keep themselves upright while toppling the Titan. Easy enough, or so it seemed.

"Alright, so alls we gotta do." The Lizardman began while pointing a claw at Leon. "Is keep you from getting knocked on your ass long enough to gather up more of whatever energy this guy is slingin' around. Between the two of us, that should be enough to knock him over. Then we can jump him before he gets up." Band'lur gazed back at Yniri and Annelia, nodding slightly. "You two seem pretty clever, at least more clever than I am. I trust you'll know what to do when he's down. But if you don't I suggest goin' for the face, that's where all the fun happens."

A cursory glance around the battlefield revealed to the Lizardman that the crowd was thinning, and Band'lur prayed that the rest of their companions would arrive soon. It would take more than the four of them to see this finished and all haste was needed. But that was a problem best saved for Band'lur five minutes later. Present Band'lur had a task to complete.

He inspected Leon closely, nudging at one of the man's feet with his own. "Spread your stance and try hunchin' down just a bit." He growled while dropping into the aforementioned stance to show the other man. "A mountain is wide at the base, yeah? Claws are better for diggin' into the ground, but we'll make do with what you have for now." He moved behind the other Demi-Human, and thumped a fist on the middle of his armored back. "Put your shied up. Both arms now, lest you want the one torn clear off bring it to your chest, he's gonna hit it dead center."

The Titan was raising one arm, preparing to launch another Javelin and Band'lur cursed loudly. "This had better fuckin' work, otherwise 'm gonna be mighty pissed off about the whole thing." Even from where he stood on the ground, Band'lur could feel the heat the spear emitted, lacking the life giving warmth of the sun to exude a searing hate filled heat instead. Band'lur moved behind Leon, the flat of his palms placed solidly against the other man's back. "Nice and steady now. Inhale deep and good. When it hits, exhale and 'm gonna need you to push against it. Keep your feet planted, and don't spring up on your toes, that's how you get knocked over. I'll be right behind you, 'm a bit heavier than you so's the two of us won't get knocked down."

The Titan's newly made Javelin glowed with a dreadful intent. A light at the end of the proverbial tunnel it only heralded death and the air once more began to crackle with untold amounts of energy.

"Course this will only work if we don't get blasted straight to Hell." The Lizardman chuckled.
 
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Name: Luna/Tatiana Yurievna
Race:
Demi-human
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Everyone

A winged shadow loomed over Luna, swooping in fast with its talons stretched. The sharp earth claws grabbed her by the cape and soon she was lifted off the ground. She fumbled in the air, her fingers clung on to her cloak for dear life and she even contemplated if she should untie it from her. She had taken down two more lone titans before the large soldiers retreated, only to come back behind their leader. Was that the god? She's never seen anything like that before. From the height she was at now, she could see the army running for safety, and some of the supposed heroes gathered together; the bird creature taking her there. It must be someone's magic. 'How useful,' She thought.

There was of course, no way of telling the demi-human that she was about to be dropped. But as soon as she felt the free fall, she positioned herself to land on all fours. Dropping next to the giant woman, Anne, Lune believed that was her name. She got up unphased, dusting her trousers off as if she wasn't soaked in titan blood. "Ride could've been better. Wouldn't recommend it." She muttered to no one in particular.

The demi-human had arrived just a few moments after Leon did, but she couldn't recognise him. She could easily remember the faces and scent of the rest, but not the mystery man with the shiny armour. He looked awfully familiar and smelled little like the maned Leo from last night. It didn't matter for now. They needed to slay that mountain. Now how the hell were they supposed cut down a mountain?

She was slightly amused at Band'lur's words and as he moved to support the shiny man, so did she. The javelin was getting bigger and brighter. There was no way the two of them could stand their ground by themselves. She faced the two other females, "Get out of the blast zone or get behind me."

Luna swiftly brought her free hand up as she stepped next to the lizardman. Black translucent walls raised from the shattered ground in front of Leon only leaving his shield exposed. The glowing metal even more prominent against the darkness just like a painted bullseye on white canvas. The dark barrier quickly formed into dome around them.

"This better work! It's coming!"
 
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Name: Ynyri/Niri Allementhium
Race:
Demi-human; snake.
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning.
Location: Land of the Titans.
Tagging: The Black Knight The Black Knight Ramjammer Ramjammer _Line 213 _Line 213 RI.a RI.a

Anne's arrival caught Niri's attention, relieving her worries of the possible chance she either died of wished to work alone. Though, Anne was probably the most sensible among everyone else in this group. The sorceress took curious interest in Anne's eye, the hazy purple smoke and ghostly figures dancing vaguely around the knight made her tilt her head, mesmerized by the haunting display. Niri never seen magic like that before. However, it seemed it could be quite taxing and possibly dangerous to the user. Words were exchanged between Band'lur and Anne as Niri stared, almost rudely, until the knight adressed her. "Oh," She blinks, her gaze lowering for a moment. "My apologies." She apologized briefly before continuing. "I can manipulate the elements with great control; however I lack the knowledge of other things I could possibly do with it. I can also summon things bigger than the bird you saw earlier and my horse." Niri makes a gesture to the sky and to her mount. The horse seemed to address Anne with a small huff of dirt.

The shadow overhead brought a trickling anxiety but Niri knew better since she knew the presence of her own magic above her. Her eyes looked towards the sky, seeing one of her birds dropping off a black figure and another one approaching with an unfamiliar knight. Luna, the rogueish one, seemed unsatisfied with her trip over, making Niri give a light laugh. "I will figure out ways to make it less stressful." She replies lightly before the previous knight is dropped off in the middle of their circle. Niri has a momemt when she is confused over who exactly the man before her is until he spoke. 'He looks so different cleaned up.' She mused to herself with a quiet hum. Her eyes land on the glowing shield behind him with keen interest. Enchanted items with the ability to absorb such devastating attacks makes for a fine enchanter and craftsmen. Her brow raises as she reexamine the blond knight.

The 'nobody' was someone of high status. For now, her questions were buried for another time.

"It'll work." Niri reassured both Luna and Band with a gentle tone. She dismounted and sent her horse off to the fleeing troops, moving a certain behind everyone else as she began to relax her breathing. "Focus on the Ashen one. I will keep the lesser at bay." She says aloud. It's taxing to continuously do these things, but Niri was experienced enough to push her limits a little further than usual. She presses her foot against the ground and it rumbles beneath the titans front line. With a swift upward motion of her hands, the ground errupts with large rocky spikes that rendered them rooted and forced to attempt to climb over their brethren. Niri exhaled and pushed her hands forward quickly, the spikes erupting like a deadly wave that pierced the legs of the other Titans behind them.

Her stance relaxed but she felt sick to her stomach. She used a bit too much force there. Niri looked up and saw the spear of light come crashing down, making her began to return to the others and cling to Band'lur's belt in means for stability as she braced for impact.
 
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Name: King Leonhardt Animaeus
Race: Demi-Human
Date/Time: 7 A.M.; Spring; Morning of the Next Day
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Axel The Englishman Axel The Englishman Ramjammer Ramjammer RI.a RI.a _Line 213 _Line 213 fluticasone fluticasone Euaion Euaion


Leon was listening to Band’s advice, but his eyes were also constantly flicking up to The Centurion. He glanced around at who all was around him seeing Luna, Anne, Ynyir, and…Prince Destinian. The young prince hadn’t retreated with his men. Upon seeing the average human approach their group, Band’s voice was falling on deaf ears. Leon was dumbfounded. Why did this human persistently involve himself in matters not of his caliber? If Band took a moment to study Leon’s face, then he would have seen the speechless king gazing at the young prince who had marched up behind his scaly hide.

“I’m here to help,” Destinian insisted. "I cannot run again. Not with my people depending on me."

There was no time to protest. Leon glanced up again and saw The Centurion lowering the javelin this time. His golden brows crashed together above his fierce, amber eyes. Leon raised his shield, placing his stance centered beneath it. As Band stood behind him to help him brace, the prince moved to Band’s left, feeling absolutely terrified about the whole ordeal but he hid it well behind a stern scowl. The black dome that suddenly encased them caused Leon’s eyes to dart briefly over to Luna. Everyone was preparing. Inhaling deeply and exhaling to settle his nerves, Leon twisted the soles of his boots into the cracked and dehydrated dirt.

“Come on you son of a bitch,” Leon growled.

As Ynyir summoned her thorny wall to obstruct the advance of the Children, The Centurion performed a stunt that none were probably expecting. The giant jumped. It vaulted over Ynyir’s construct, swinging its fiery javelin over its head and its spaded-head downward with its descent. The area around them began to heat up. The earth surrounding the black dome turned black with the speedy approach of the sun spear. As he recalled Band telling him, Leon swiftly inhaled.

The Centurion’s javelin struck. The force of the hit passed through Leon’s arms, through his body, and the earth cracked and exploded beneath his feet. The prince collapsed upon his bum, gawking in shock at the ruptured ground. The force of the javelin was sending vibrations throughout Leon’s every muscle fiber. A great weight was felt upon his bones and even with Band’s bracing, he feared they would snap.

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Leon bellowed his exhale. His eyes were wide, hackles raised, and his entire body shook as he resisted The Centurion’s crushing force. Slowly, the javelin began to shrink, sinking into Leon’s shield. The spectacle flashed like a strobe. The Centurion had dropped onto one knee and grasped the javelin within both of its stony hands as it applied all of its godly strength.

Destinian gazed up at Leon as he heard his screams of determination, fear, and pain. Those cries could have meant anything, but they were faltering. Leon’s arms started to shake and the shield started to creep close to his chest. His knees started to buckle more than normal. The prince stood and stepped closer to the warrior, he could see him losing focus. He’s going to faint, the prince thought in dread. If Leon fainted, then they would all probably be incinerated! Glancing around in panic at the others, Destinian’s hand went to a dagger at his belt.

“Forgive me,” he said aloud to no one in particular—perhaps to all of them. He drew the knife and stepped over to Leon and jabbed it superficially into his side.

Leon’s pupils dilated as he regained focus. His teeth came together in a wince of pain and his nose wrinkled with a growing rage. He started applying his strength to the shield once more, raising it away from himself. Destinian kept digging the knife into The Lion’s side so the pain would keep him from fainting.

The flashing ceased once The Centurion’s fists met the shield. The javelin thinned and dissolved into wisps, slipping easily from between its stone fingers. The giant’s blazing mouth opened as an angered howl left its gob.

“Eat this!” Leon roared.

The lion’s shield flashed and a beam of white light passed through The Centurion’s arms. Glowing cracks spread like a disease up its arms as the beam exited the giant’s left shoulder. The beam winked out. The force from the beam had caused The Centurion to rear back as its arms tumbled in smoking boulders and gooey molten rock. It was falling. Its body tipped like a tree, crushing a section of the wall Ynyir had erected and several children beneath it. The armless giant collapsed, and the impact caused the earth to rise and ripple outwards. Sun flares licked like tongues from the gaping holes in its shoulder sockets as the giant kicked and howled as though it could actually feel pain.

Leon had dropped his shield and even with the prince’s knife in his side, he collapsed. If they had won or lost, he wouldn’t know. The Lion had fallen unconscious. His eyes were rolled back into his head and a trail of blood had leaked from his nose. The prince quickly rushed to his side to retract his knife. Wiping it clean upon his pants leg—he had felt guilty for leaving it in—he gazed into the lion mouth of Leon’s helm and he informed the others, “He’s out!”

And they still had a giant who wasn’t entirely dead.
 
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Race: Human
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; The Next Morning
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: N/A

The battle had indeed been a glorious one. Legends would be made today, either in death or in victory. Ost had slayed many a Titan, to the point where he had forgotten how many that was. Enough to soak his weapons and armour in blood. He become intensely invested in the ongoing melee, and had lost track of time. His focus was only broken after the fall of the Centurion at the hands of his compadres. The beast that he had somehow overlooked was a mighty one indeed. Whoever managed to fell the creature was obviously a wielder of great power. Magic power it seemed...

But the beast refused to die. Stubborn, and unwilling to meet its end. It was brutally disfigured by that powerful attack, but even it wasn't enough to put the Centurion down for good. Something had to be done, and quick. Ost may not be capable of such dishonourable fetes of magic, but brute force and a little finesse could still win the day.

Ost surveyed his surroundings to see what he could use. Much had been left on the ground during the battle. An assortment of weapons dropped by their wielders, who either fled in cowardice or will killed by the Titans. What Ost needed was something long and sharp. He grabbed pikes, and as many as possible - perhaps 20 if he counted them correctly - before he mounted a lone stallion with a red coat. Either stained or natural, he was unsure. He propelled the horse forward with a jab from his heels, charging towards the Titans, and the Centurion.

Ost held a pike in hand as he charged the field. If a Titan were to approach, he would need to react quickly and put them down before they could get any closer. One such beast made an attempt. With his pike at the ready, Ost swung the weapon as if it were a sword and inflicted a deep gash into the creature's thigh, cutting through many blood vessels. The pike had broken at the shaft, but the beast fell to the ground and writhed in pain; the titan's fate was now sealed. Another titan made the same mistake of attacking, and so it shared the same fate as its comrade from before.

The horse was pushed to run faster. Ost could feel his heart beating as quickly as the stallion's, as if they were both in sync with one another. The quicker he got, the more he could feel a rage burning inside his chest, until the point he was screaming out loud. Today, every Titan that dared to stand in his way would meet their end.
 
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Was this truly what dying felt like?

No, no. This was not it. Not really. Band'lur had faced death enough to become familiar with the grim finality that such situations exuded. There would always be at the back of the Lizardman's mind, a sort of primal unease when staring death in the face. A whisper of certainty that things were finally at an end.

Here, with the roar of the massive Centurion above him filling his ears, Band'lur did not see death so much as he did see what lay further past it. Something darker, something even less comprehensible to the Mortal mind.

Total Oblivion.

His knees buckled. Not only from the Titanic weight suddenly borne down on him from above him. But from the weight borne from a newly perceived layer of one's own mortality. It was a lot to take in on a regular day. It was harder to accept when a veritable walking mountain was trying its damnedest to smash you into a fine paste at the same time. Mercifully, or cursedly depending on who you asked, the pain that came hand in hand with the Centurion's assault let little time for the Lizardman to think clearly. And by every scale on his ass, did it hurt. Pain wasn't new to Band'lur either. Nor was bearing a weight too immense for any sane man to consider. He was the Wallbreaker, Old Ironback, slayer of men and now Gods.

And there in the face of wrathful divinity, and the weight of the world condensed into a single gleaming point, it meant nothing at all. His muscles screamed their protest with flame licked voices, and his bones felt as sturdy as spun sugar they way they almost shattered.

Through some unknown instinct, Band'lur recalled his own advice to Leon. Advice woven into every fiber of his being, and honed by years of practice. His clawed feet found solid purchase on a rapidly decaying ground. Earth and stone ground all around him and the Lizardman's form trembled with exertion. His own exhalation was nothing but a bellowing roar, and if Band'lur had retained any presence of mind he'd have winced at the realization that he was roaring straight into Leon's ear. The other man's arms shook visibly from their own efforts, and Band'lur's palms found the back of Leon's shield. Pushing back was impossible. The Lord Titan's own thrust held greater power than the sum of every Warrior in the kingdom. Fleeing was impossible, a shameful thought to be sure. And even still Luna's odd shadowy bulwark kept them pinned.

Were the others okay? Band'lur could not tell. The light from the Centurion's Javelin blinded the Lizardman greatly, and he could hear nothing over its ceaseless roars. Dust filled Band'lur's nose, and his breath came in pained gasps. The world faded, everything faded. For one eternal and, infinitely agonizing moment all that existed was Band'lur, a shield that wasn't his own and the pressing weight of total annihilation.

And in the blink of an eye, annihilation was turned on its head and sent back to where it first came.

The Light, glorious and bearing heat of a hateful sun blazed continuously, and Band'lur's eyes clenched shut against the involuntary stream of tears they spilled. Leon slumped against him, and the Lizardman's tail braced against the quaking ground as he struggled to keep them both upright. It was madness and the Lizardman fought that slow creeping dread at the back of his mind. If he was to fall, then so be it. But Band'lur would not, and could not die until his foe did so before him. Corded muscles bunched under scales with the strain of his efforts, and Band'lur began to push back against the God.

If it was indeed enough, he would never know. This too was but another event that Men weren't meant to make sense of. That's how legends were born. But the end result was what mattered. The Shield heated intensely, but it was not the same heat of the Titan's Javelin. It pulsed with an unknown power, and Band'lur was forced to brace himself once more as the Titan's own Cosmic power was hurled back into its face. Luminous power lanced through the Centurion's arms and they were utterly obliterated in its wake. Stone was torn from its massive form. From shards to dust, nothing was left behind. The Centurion fell back, howling in impotent fury as it was laid low before its brothers.

Yniri's wall fell with it, thorn laced vines whipping dangerously in the air as a section of the barrier was torn from the ground in the wake of the Titan's collapse. A blow had been struck, and indeed it was a devastating one. But the cost was higher than they could afford at present. Leon was fully incapacitated, and Band'lur's own strength was rapidly fading. Their efforts hadn't been in vain, but with a man down, another on the brink and two companions missing, things were looking less than favorable.

Band'lur shook his head violently as he attempted to clear the sudden and unwelcome fog of exhaustion washing over him. Both of his arms screamed in protest, but as far as he could tell they were still functional. At least for the moment.

And with that in mind...

A hand came up, and it's palm struck Prince Destinian square on the back of the head. The Lizardman scowled pointedly in the younger man's direction, his teeth glinting in the light. "Maybe next time don't just up and stab someone if yer lookin' to help. Look at the poor sumbitch. He's bleedin' on the ground and we still got work to do. Boy, I tell you. If you were my kid, I'd wallop you right here in front of everybody."
 
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Name: Luna/Tatiana Yurievna
Race:
Demi-human
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Everyone
Even with Luna's barrier, the light from the javelin was still too bright. She cursed, her whole body shaking upon impact. She saw her magic cracking as both Band'lur and Leon roared. In pain, fear, or determination she did not know. There seemed to be no end to the bright light, her barrier shaking and tearing up. She refused to give in. Even if the demi-humans couldn't hold the glowing shield, even if her wall came undone and they will all be exposed to blast. Damn the gods! She's not going down this easily! Not by the hands of the first one!

Her roar soon joined her allies own cries. Her sensitive vision stung by the white. She was so caught up in just holding up the damn barrier that she didn't notice the prince shoving the blade to Leon's side. Her magic cracked into a million pieces before disappearing entirely, her vision only coming back to her as the mountain fell back. It was a fucking magnificent sight. And she was about to move to finish the damn monster, her feet shifting to start a run and her hands on the hilt of her blades. But her attention shifted back to what was happening in front of her. Leon had fallen, a wound clear on his side. 'That wasn't there before,' She thought, eyes flicking between the members around her. An awful familiar face stuck out amongst the rest and holding a blood-stained dagger. Her nostrils flared and her eyes darkened in anger. If it weren't for her mask, she would have probably bit his face off right there and then.

Band'lur slowly stood upright once more and smacked the back of the prince's head. At least the lizardman wasn't injured. Luna snarled as she pounced on Destinian, kicking his hand and unarming the dagger. They had both fallen to the dusty ground with Luna's weight on his chest. A hand wrapped tightly against his throat, while the other swiftly pulled out her pistol and cocked it, silencing any sound from the prince. The end of the barrel pressed in-between his eyes. She loosened her hold on his windpipe just enough so he could reply her. "Give me one fucking reason to not blow your fucking face off."
 
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Name: Ynyri/Niri Allementhium
Race:
Demi-human; snake.
Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning.
Location: Land of the Titans.
Tagging: The Black Knight The Black Knight , Ramjammer Ramjammer , RI.a RI.a , _Line 213 _Line 213

The quaking earth beneath and the literal weight of a god above them was alarming to Niri as it wracked her body with overstimulation. The vibrations rattled her and sent her reeling in pain as everything felt too intense. Terror and dissonance rocked her world, her heartbeat quickened at the faultering guardians in front of her and the cracking of Lunas barrier. The prince's voice rang through all the commotion, making her attempt to focus on his shifting movement. Whatever he did seemed to invigorate Leon, almost as if he snapped back to reality with a roaring cry of raw emotion, and soon the others had joined in.

She had shut her eyes as the light burned too bright for her to look any more. Though the ground had ceased to shake, her body trembled as if she was thrown into ice cold water. She, along with Leon, had hit the ground but she remained conscious. Blue eyes wildly take in the scene of Leon on the floor and the prince being berated by her allies, and then the god on his back, wailing out at his arm missing. They had managed to knock him down. A buzzing relief zipped through her. Niri attempted to stand, but stumbled until she fell once more by the blond mans side. Her hands were shaking horribly but they manage to remove his helmet and find their way over both the stab wound and Leons head, a warming energy gleaming from them. "Luna, stop. What he did had saved us all." Niri called out to Luna as calmly and clearly as she could. It was hard to form words when your tongue felt like it was missing. "Ydis is a more pressing matter to deal with." She says lowly.

Her focus then went to Band'lur, quietly checking him over. He didn't seem like he suffered as much as Leon did, but he did seem a little exhausted under his lively exterior. "Don't strain yourself, Band'lur." She chimes softly to him. Having one fell ally is concerning enough, but she had to commend him for shrugging it off seamlessly. Leons wound wasn't deep, which meant the prince was only using pain as a means bring his senses back. It was easy to mend. 'A little risky but smart' She mused to herself as both hands now cup the mans face, attempting to wake him back up as the stress washed away. "Come on, wake up. You deserve to see this victory." She whispers, her body slowly coming down from its own stressed state.
 
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Race: Demi-Human
Date/Time: 7 A.M.; Spring; Morning of the Next Day
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Axel The Englishman Axel The Englishman Ramjammer Ramjammer RI.a RI.a _Line 213 _Line 213 fluticasone fluticasone Euaion Euaion


Prince Destinian’s shoulders shot up to his ears when the giant lizard slapped his scaly palm against the back of his head. The prince’s eyes were wide in shock and his body went rigid in fear. His startled condition only lasted for a few seconds as the lizard’s berating started to sink in. He whirled on Band. His face was flushed and fists clenched in anger. “How dare you lay a hand on me! I’ll have your claws chopped off and your flesh stripped and made into leather!” the prince snarled. “If I hadn’t stabbed him you idiot, then we would be de-!”

A shadow was suddenly upon him. Destinian’s blue eyes snapped to the dagger that was kicked from his hand and before he had a chance to even gaze upon his dark assailant, she had tackled him to the ground. The prince gasped, and his breath was soon stifled by the Demi-Human’s asphyxiating grip. He felt the cold barrel of her flintlock against his forehead, and his eyes shrank as he gazed along its length and up at the masked feline.

Give me one fucking reason to not blow your fucking face off.

The prince only gasped and struggled to respond as her grip kept him from speaking. When the serpentine woman spoke up, trying to enlighten Luna to the prince’s true intentions, Destinian’s eyes frantically motioned in Niri’s direction.

Leonidas stood in the training yard, watching his son hack away at a human-shaped wooden dummy. Leonhardt was only a boy, wearing a white tunic and black trousers. His pupils were thinned into slits and his blond hair was as wild as ever. His sword sang as it hacked at the dummy’s shoulders and thighs. He then whirled, bringing his sword across the dummy’s mid-section, and paused with his sword arm outstretched. The young cub was panting. Sweat dripped from his chin, and in his fatigue, he dropped to his knees. He pierced the end of the sword into the ground and leaned on its hilt for support.

Leonidas stepped toward the boy. His blonde mane and beard pulled over his shoulders like the hair of the sun. He was wearing decorative clothes of red with gold trim, and his trousers were black. He rested his hands upon his hips as he gazed down upon little Leonhardt. “You’re working hard, but you seem angry my son.”

Little Leon frowned at the ground. “I am angry…why do the trainers go easy on me father? They make me feel small and weak when they don’t take me seriously.”

Leonidas’s brows raised and he tilted his head curiously. “They may be afraid to hurt the prince. I would not worry boy.”

Baring his teeth, Little Leon growled, “How am I supposed to grow stronger then? If they’re afraid to fight me, then I’ll never learn anything!”

Leonidas smiled at his boy and then walked across the training yard to retrieve a broom. He walked back over to Leon and extended the end of it to poke his son’s ear. Little Leon jumped in startle and gazed back at his father.

“Pick up your sword. Perhaps I can give you the fight that you desire.”

Leon arched a brow at the broom his father was brandishing. “With a broom?”

Leonidas smirked. “This is all I need.”

Leon rose to his feet and drew his sword from the ground. He faced his father and smiled with determination shining in his eyes.


Come on, wake up…

Leon’s eyelids trembled before they slowly parted into golden slits. His vision was blurry. He could feel Niri’s cool hands at his warm cheeks, and he gazed up at the pale and black blotches hovering over him. They were supposed to be the form of a woman. His body felt like a weight—even more so with his armor. His muscles ached and he felt completely winded. For a moment, he wondered again how he was still alive?

“My body’s done,” Leon informed on a groan. He felt so weak, pathetic, and defeated. Slowly, his amber eyes rolled to the side to see the creature still alive. Its arms had been melted off, but it was still alive writhing and screaming. The lion knight had a hopeless look in his eyes. What if his sacrifice had been foolish? He was certain that he was finished for the rest of the day. Not even a miracle could put him on his feet sooner. He had survived being nearly flattened into a pancake by a colossus. No Demi-Human before him could have survived to tell such a tale.
 
Name: Annelia Lastelle du Lema
Race: Human
Date/Time: 7:00 A.M.; Spring; Morning
Location: The Land of the Titans
Tagging: Euaion Euaion , Ramjammer Ramjammer , RI.a RI.a , The Black Knight The Black Knight . Axel The Englishman Axel The Englishman


Unrelenting light, even in the face of what felt to be pure darkness. The sound of equal parts effort and suffering cut through the sound of the impact, the force of a god struggling against the will of the living. In another time, one of peace, and within the context of a story, it may have been an awe-inspiring thing.

Yet, here, what was it if not desperation? Though tales had much to say of victory and death, there was no glamour in survival.

The shattering of the barrier before them prompted Annelia to raise her gauntlet to her eyes, squinting through the endless light as her eyes searched for some semblance of a scene beyond. As the light dimmed, giving way to the scarred landscape and the thunder of one-sided battle, the knight saw their foe topple, the strange sounds of pain coursing through a mind foreign to her own reverberating across the land and shaking the ground. Did they feel what they did, or was its reaction more akin to surprise, birthed not from sensation but from the inability to reconcile its own power with the reality of injury?

Yet, there was still one issue. The titan had fallen backward--and they all--save for the charging Ostberg, creating his own path of hamstrung foes--were without horses.

She turned to the others to speak, only to find them accosting the cowardly prince as the shield-sporting member of their band lay upon the ground; seeing as the prince had not been put to the sword immediately, it was likely that the man was merely unconscious.

"The sensation of pain," she offered coolly, not even their current situation seeming to dissuade her from what lay ahead. Her choice, after all, had been made long ago. Stepping forward, she drew her blade proper, taking in the nature of its reflected gleam for several moments. She flicked her eyes back to the fallen titan. "When he threatened to fall, the prince's choice spurred his senses." Whether they accepted her explanation was no matter, as the great and terrible monster had already begun to rise with renewed fury.

Annelia did not wish to use her eye's other side without good reason; the pain, coupling and interweaving with the threat of blindness, was distraction enough. If she paced herself properly, if she maintained her focus, and allowed for just the right timing...

She prepared her long, bloodied blade, crossing it in front of her as she eyed the beast in silence, her mind reshaping the titan's earlier attacks into something more fitting for her natural movements as the supposed god returned to its feet. There were no more barriers to be had, no more reflections of power available, save for her. If the god's own light could hurt it, then she would replicate it herself.

Her heart would not still, and so she gave up on forcing it to do so. Instead, she gave her adrenaline free-roam as she charged forward on foot, her blade poised to swing as she glared forward with single-minded intensity, shadows and ghosts flickering beside her, tracing her forward-bound path as the god thundered towards them. In an instant, she drew her blade, the light flickering off of it in the noonday sun arching forward and away in a wide, sickle-shaped wave, crackling with the intensity of the god's own light. It shifted through the air, and as it drew within feet of the giant, Annelia's eye shifted from purple to a blinding white, the woman gritting her teeth in unmistakable pain as what could only be described as wrongfully-placed veins pulsated against the skin surrounding her abnormality, granting her visage the air of an unearthly sickness. The lightbound blade impacted against the being's side, turning its rocky skin red with heat, though failing to cut through, breaking apart into misty tendrils and trailing light upon its form.

The woman redoubled the efforts of her mind, strengthening her grip on her own creation without missing a single step. A second swing, light once again leaping from the arc of her blade. Chunks of stone-like flesh fell from the being's story-high body upon the second impact, the god itself stomping forward to crush the defiling ants underfoot. Her eyes focused on her memory of the god's retaliation, taking in every detail she could as she raced the being toward the perfection of its own craft. Details linked and intertwined, the third prototype digging deeper into the being's body, yet failing to dissuade the angered god.

Her eye regained its purple glow, and the woman closed her eyes as she ran. She relived the heat within Luna's black dome. The force, the intensity that had blown it apart and knocked the others back. The sheer light and pressure that had rebounded from the demibeast's shield, lancing outward in a single, white shot.

She took it in the hand of her mind. That force, that light, that sensation, that nothingness; she reshaped it, curving it along an angle both beautiful and deadly, its form white-hot metal within the space of her imagination. It would hurt her, this creation; hotter than any forge, and blinding to an eye that must be kept open. The god's body could bear its casting; there was no telling whether or not she would be able to.

Her eyes shot open, the resurgence of flickers and spectres gathering around her. Once more, she prepped her blade, the god raising its foot high. Already, her body burned from the heat, her blade beginning to glow as her eye shined another sickly, ghostly white. Longer and longer she held it, the eye forcing its will on reality shooting what felt like the very same burning light into her face and body.

She swung. Wide, and flat before her, light rippled outward, a blast of hot hair kicking forth dust and singing her skin and hair as the knight forced her way through mounting pain with a composure-breaking yell. The wave cut forth through the titan's legs, passing beyond him into the open air as molten light and mass burst free from his severed limbs, each vein a volcano. Again, the monster toppled. Annelia spun, her blade gathering light and heat a second time. With another great, wracked yell, she slid to a stop as she came back around, foot and knee cutting through the dirt as her blade arced wide, light and heat leaping from her a second time as the blade of light arced up into the sky, crossing paths with the monument's falling torso, bisecting it in a catastrophe of sound and brightness, molten blood flying through the air in great streams and bunches. The form splintered further from the sudden rending, rock and stone shattering in pieces larger than houses and castles. The thundering fall of each great piece shook the ground, the tremor of the falling of the giant's greatest portions rivaling that of its very first fall. Had Annelia not been on her knees already, she would have been.

Doubling over, she threw her still-glowing sword to the side, pressing her opposite hand to her eye as the sickly veins subsided. Through water, she still saw, tears of pain momentarily gracing the ground as she shuddered with still-present pain. As her eye shut, her surrounding illusions vanished, leaving nothing more than the lone, pale woman there, breathing heavily, unsteadily, out in the field, trails of smoke wafting upward from the edges of her heat-darkened hair.
 
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Name: Luna/Tatiana Yurievna
Race:
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Date/Time: 10 A.M.; Spring; Morning
Location: Land of the Titans
Tagging: Everyone

A low threatening growl rumbled in Luna's chest, Yniri's explanation was fallen on death ears. "You had lots to say about us last night, so talk! Or has cat got your tongue?" She released her hold on his neck, red bruises already forming on his sensitive skin as she raised it to punch. right next to the prince's panicked face. Her threat causing a visible hole and loose dirt to crumble as she lifted her fist. "You just want all the glory so you can be worshipped more, don't you? You talk mighty of yourself when you were gone the second the titans ambushed us. Why did you come back if not to sabotage us!" Luna accused, taking heavy breaths. In her eyes, the prince's actions were the definition of stabbing someone in the back.

Anne's calm voice may have brought clarity to Destinian's choice of action, but so did Yniri's but Luna was blinded with rage. His behaviour from last night started off bad, and this made it all clear to her that he was against them. "Talk. Or are you going to cower behind more each time you face real danger?" Pressing the barrel further and cutting his skin. Her index finger ready to push the trigger as she stared deadly into his eyes through her mask, her face seemed to inch ever closer every passing second.

The awful tension was unfortunately cut off by a few approaching titans. The masked woman flicked her head upward towards the giant soldiers and clicked her tongue. She pulled her pistol back and kept it back in its holster. She glared back down at the prince, "You don't deserve the life you have." She spat coldly before delivering a quick punch, strong enough to knock him unconscious.

Leaping up from the limp body, she advanced towards the nearer titan. Luna pulled her long sword and gathered her magic once more. Once she was close enough, the titan swung it's closed fist down at her, attempting to squish her like a bug. The nightwalker easily dodged the attack and ran up his arm, emerging from the dust cloud he kicked up from punching the ruined earth. His other hand came swooping into slap her. Luna pulled her second sword as she leaped towards the incoming attack. His middle finger sliced off cleanly as the black figure continued to soar through the air. The titan roared and reared his ugly face at her. He moved to swat her away with his uninjured hand, but it was too late. Her magic surged forth and sliced through titan's head. The skull splitting apart like a ripe juicy fruit.
 

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