Fantasy Heavens Fall (applications closed)

[TheWhiteLion]

Our fates are woven together now, no matter our circumstances, and we find ourselves drawn to the starting line of an adventure we are ill prepared for.

Our story begins in a ruined city bearing all the scars of mortals in terror. Looted buildings, dried blood, and the scattered cries of the wounded and dying.

The city, which once housed roughly Five-thousand people, is currently beset by a creature from legend, revived by the mysterious challenge set down by the creator. A Dragon tears through the city, its dark red scales glinting in the fading sun despite the smog from the burning buildings, searching for its prey.

Amongst the rubble, a young man wipes the sweat from his brow with an almost mechanical swipe of his hand. A set of fuzzy ears stand straight atop his head, tracking the sound as it nears him. His face shows no signs of discomfort, nor any sort of fear or excitement at the bellowing beast that had now set its beady yellow eyes on him. In fact, he simply had no expression at all.

He places a hand on the device in his ear, "Dragon appears to be A-rank at least. Initial strike did not appear to inflict significant damage. Non lethal wounds sustained in counter attack. Engaging full combat mode." His fists clench tightly as he charges the beast, dodging the razor sharp claws with surprising speed. He aims for the softer underbelly and unleashes a flurry of blows with his iron studded gauntlets.

As before, however, this seems to do little more than irritate the creature. With a mighty roar it flaps its wings to kick up a strong gust, knocking the young man off balance. Before he can regain his bearings, the dragons tail catches him across the chest and flings him into the crumbling wall of a nearby building. He lets out a pained grunt as he crashes through it. He slowly pulls himself up and stands in the opening. He speaks to himself this time, "Current weapons ineffective. Survival rate has dropped to less than 50%. Withdrawing no longer possible..."

(Everyone starts somewhere in the city, but you haven't started combat with the dragon yet)

 

[AiDEE-c0]

The echoes of rubble

As Birley made his way through a city of ruin, all that he could hear were the extinguished voices of the countless victims of destruction. All too much did it remind him of the man he used to be, but such was the way to penance. Taking a moment to sit down and meditate, he'd adjust his mask, before closing his eyes, slowing down his pace of breath and entering a state of trance. All through the evening, night and further morning would the man hold completely still, however, there was not yet any chance of self-forgiveness.
Self...
That's right, since there was no longer anyone that could forgive him, he must somehow forgive himself. It makes sense though, doesn't it? Who else should be able to judge Birley for his past, other than... himself. His actions, his decisions, all up to him to fade away, to be able to forget. Who better than...
Myself...

Inhaling sharply, the masked man stood up suddenly. Turning his gaze up, he'd sigh. There was now more than murmurs in the wind. Something much louder, yet so very distant, trouble to be sure. More bloodshed, here? Who'd even carry it out? No, unlike the violence of man, some certainty differed here. Something heavier stirred the dead of ruin, something surely worth at least observing.

So-and-so, Birley started moving forward slowly, towards a direction mostly unknown.
Whatever may be found at the end of this journey,
fate may decide.​

 

[TheWhiteLion]

Narrowly escaping a blast of flame from the beast, Samuel no longer contemplated running. As it stood now, the dragon was far stronger than he or the organization had anticipated.

The device flickered in his ear once more, distorted by the crashing and roaring of the lumbering beast, "...get.... of there!... too valuab-.... lose. This is... -ect command! Do you... -"

Using a sizable chunk of debris, he flung it at the dragon to create some distance before diving behind a pillar. While the rubble did nothing to harm the beast, it did cause it to lose sight of his quarry long enough for Samuel to remove the device and inspect it.

"...Communications down. Current survival rate at 4%. Initiating failsafe protocol." Though he spoke the words mechanically, he did not move. His brow creased and his lips tilted down slightly. "...I...I do not... wish to..."

 

[Remus117]

Dr. Whatelely coughed as he stepped through a cloud of smoke brought up by the charred rubble. He looked out over the city, across the devestation wrought by that behemoth... he sighed as he snapped his fingers, speaking the incantation written in the Black Book of Barnabus.
Before his eyes, he saw a black tear open, and a pair of clawed hands tear their way through. Slowly stepping out of the portal was an imp, around 3 feet tall, with inky black skin. It had a squat, twisted face, and large horns and claws. He cleared his throat before giving it his orders, and it scampered off through the rubble.
He could feel the air tense with magic energy, like a mundane man feels humidity. For all the suffering this dragon had caused, it would serve as a rather useful catalyst. He took a deep breath, and his eyes turned black as he prepared another incantation.

 

[Lovelylie]

Taissa stands on the hill, frozen in place as she watches a young man attempt to wound the red dragon only to be flung aside. Again he strikes and again his attacks fail. She watches the dragon circle, swoop and dive but makes no attempt to help him. She wants to but she’s scared. Not of the dragon but of the fire, the smoke and the smell of burning flesh.



The city below, once beautiful and thriving, now resembles hell itself. Is this what the gods intended? To show us the hell we encouraged by destroying nature for human gain? Screams of agony and suffering echo throughout the blood-soaked streets, screams too similar to the sounds of Taissa’s past. They say death by fire is the most painful way to go, a death so distressing even the soul is destroyed.



“I was too late.” Taissa mumbles to herself as images of her own family’s death clouds her mind. If she couldn’t save them then, how could she save strangers now?



The dragon circles, preparing for another attack on the stranger. Taissa has to think quick. The air is too dry for water spells and fire spells will be ineffective. She uses the air around her to catapult herself into the sky, level with the dragon, and draws electricity from the street and buildings below. With three rapid shots she hurls balls of electricity at the dragon, stunning it for hardly a second.

“Shit!” She yells as the dragon now swoops for her. She’s drained herself in an attack she thought would be effective, forgetting she was at least 150 ft in the air. With no power left, she falls.

 

[Remus117]

As Taissa began to fall, watching the dragon speeding towards her, she suddenly finds herself moving to the right, at incredible speeds, carried in a black blur of feathers, fleeing the airborne serpent.
Dr. Whateley moved closer, having already directed serveral of his familiars in their task. This next part, however, would require his full attention. He moved through the rubble, the ruins of so many lives from the beasts rampage.
He could not stop it. He was certain of that already, he knew his magic wasn’t nearly strong enough. However, he could help others and delay, and if stars aligned, perhaps he may even wound this thing...
He whispered words he learned long ago from an acinet, blasphemous scroll, and with his calling he saw the echoes in the world beyond worlds. Two hounds, of monstrous size and appearance, emerged. They had the same proprortions as a mastiff, but were closer in size to the great elephants of Africa. He moved closer to the dragon, and as it swooped towards the one they called Samuel, he sent them charging, to bite and to tear.
He prayed it would be enough.

 

[Random42]

Thalia had been sitting on a relatively large pile of rubble, When she noticed a large commotion coming from couple hundred meters away. She jumped off the rock to investigate before noticing a picture of a family, they seemed happy, They must have been devastated when the dragon attacked...She hoped they had gotten to safety...

But now wasn't the time to dwell on such facts, Thalia climbed onto a larger piece of rubble and spotted the dragon in all of its hideous glory...
She set up her sniping position and got down onto her stomach peering into the scope, A large bang echoed from the barrel, She had forgotten to put on the silencer, That seemed to not matter anyway as the mage currently seemed to keep the dragon occupied, And the bullet traveling at high speed towards the dragon's side wasn't helping the dragon's position at all.....​

 

[TheWhiteLion]

Samuel stood still, eyes widening in suprised confusion. Suddenly, the dragon was being assaulted from multiple sources. "Unknown entities engaging hostile. Why...?"

The dragon regarded these new threats with a mighty roar as the large summoned beasts grappled onto it. Despite the sharpness of their teeth and claws and sheer strength, a dragon's hide was far too tough. Though they could not inflict injury, the dragon's attention was now fully focused on its newfound aggressors.

Samuel took this opportunity to disengage from his position and take stock of the situation. His eyes followed the girl who had first attacked as she was carried to safety. Her magic had been negated against the dragon's natural resistance, but it appeared to have some affect if only for a moment.

As for the apparent summoner, he seemed to have an idea of sorts as he was chanting something to himself.

Then there was a loud bang, followed by a roar as the dragon was struck by a bullet. The beast had only a moment to glare in the direction it came from before returning back to its distractions. The bullet didn't seem to hurt it, but it had forced it back. Perhaps from a different angle...

Samuel returned his full attention, to the dragon who had caught one of the beasts with its claw, flinging it away. "Dragon scales are too tough to hammer at... Too hard to pierce... Magic is ineffective... Then...?"

 

[Lovelylie]

Taissa lands on her back with enough force to knock the wind out of her. She doesn’t complain as she watches the black bird-like creature fly away, it just saved her life. Staring at the red sky and trying to catch her breath, she can’t ignore the sound of growling and snarling and turns her head to see what looks like monster dogs ripping into the dragon. She squints at the sheer weirdness of it.

“Must be some sort of magic.” She whispers to herself.



She once thought she was the only magical person alive until she met a fellow mage at age 19, a mage who had opened her mind to a world she couldn’t have even imagined. The memories of her mage friend gives her an idea.



Taissa jumps up and, swaying slightly, searches her pockets. A gunshot sounding out makes her jump, not in fear of being shot but in fear of being caught. She pulls out a leather pouch and stares at the blue powder within. It glows and feels as though it is staring back and whispering sweet nothings.



‘Magicka enhancer’ the other mage had called it, or ‘maen’ for short. Taissa had only tried it once and someone lost their life at her hands. She swore never again. There were also stories of addicted mages becoming enslaved by the powder and she did not want to end up like them. But the world was ending and it was her last resort against this dragon.



If a lightning bolt can stun the dragon, even for a second, Taissa hopes using the full strength of the maen will stun for longer. Not long enough to kill it but long enough to do something. She dips her finger in the pouch and then sucks the powder into her mouth, swallowing the bitter taste as her tongue tingles. The high is immediate and she closes her eyes in sweet bliss.



The only thing on her mind as she raises her arms is to harness the power of the city, wield the electricity around her and use it against the beast. Powerlines crackle and the ground hums with power as electricity flows through her, gathering in her palms in a furious ball of power. She knows she is using more power than her body can handle as she feels blood pour from her nose. She hopes to stun it long enough for another to defeat it or send it away.



With a push of her hands, a shockwave of electricity whirls towards the dragon.

 

[Random42]

Mentioned: TheWhiteLion
She hopped down from the rock and spotted a boy around her age, She wondered if she could coordinate an attack with him, "Hey!" She shouted to him as she advanced slowly towards him, Noting that he could be a hostile for...some reason. She'd read a lot of books and constantly heard about looters, People who came into harsh places to kill the survivors and loot their corpses, Nevertheless she kept her hand on her Glock.

 

[TheWhiteLion]

Random42

Samuel felt his ears instinctively perk up when the girl shouted to him. He remained in a tense but non combative stance to show she could approach. He did not turn his head away, however, nor did he answer.

His eyes were, instead, trained on the girl casting a seemingly more powerful version of her lightning bolt type spell. Unlike the previous attack, the dragon roared in pain and was effectively stunned. Based on the dragons size, they'd have around a minute before it wore off. More so if those giant hounds could grapple it without getting fried as well.

He spoke softly to himself once more, "Target temporarily immobilized. Survivability rates reaching 60%. Possible weak points detected, however, current weapons remain ineffective. Seeking assistance from new... allies(?) recommended."

 

[Remus117]

When his hound was first hurled from the dragon’s flesh, he felt an echo of his pain in himself. He hunched over, coughing up blood. He looked at it wrathfully, trying to send the dogs back towards it.

Dr. Whateley could see the power converging on the girl,the kind of arcane strength he hadn’t seen in a human in a great while. “Most remarkable.. he murmured to himself. He was even more impressed when he saw its effects, stunning the massive beast... it also gave him an idea.
The Doctor began another incantation, as he directed the dogs to continue distracting the beast. He also turned the crow back towards it, directing it to focus on the eyes, trying to create openings. Anything to buy time.

Whateley hated using this spell, and if the situation wasn’t as severe as it was, he never would have... but perhaps it was needed. He continued to speak the alien words, his mind barraged with horrific images...
The Shoggoth emerged seemingly spontaneously, appearing like a bubbling black tar. It continued to bubble up, expanding, breathing, like a great tumor, covered in eyes. He directed towards the dragon, and it charged, screeching “Tekali-Li! Tekali-Li!” Before spitting it’s corrosive acid.

 

[Random42]

Mentioned: TheWhiteLion
Seeing she had been slightly ignored by the boy, She took this as a challenge to try to gain his attention, She sets up her sniper rifle on another rock and fires, Aiming for the dragons eye, If this hits maybe they can immobilize it for longer, At least that's what she hoped for as once again the bang from her gun echoed across the ruined city probably alerting everyone to her position.

 

[TheWhiteLion]

Random42 Remus117

To say Samuel was surprised was a gross understatement. His eyes widened fully and his mouth slightly agape as he watched the large creature spit acid all over the dragon. The corrosion ate at the scales, some melting off completely, before another bang from his immediate right made him jump, snapping back to reality.

The bullet struck true as the dragon could only writhe in pain.

"...target has suffered significant damage. Underbelly exposed. Close quarters combat engaging." Dropping low, Samuel rushed towards the downed beast, going for the opening. Just before he did however, he turned his head slightly to the sniper and nodded, "...Thank you."

It wouldn't be the last thanks he'd offer today either.

He ignored the pools of acid as best he could, catching a whiff of the acrid stuff here and a burn just from being too close there.

 

[Random42]

Mentioned: TheWhiteLion
"Mission accomplished" she mused as she put away her rifle and took out the two glocks she had in her holders, then she began running beside the boy as he obviously had commitment to this advancement and it seems he has spotted an opening..Maybe. She just wanted in on the close-quarter action, her childish "mission" creating included emptying all her rounds into the dragons weak spot, because why not...

 

[Lovelylie]

Taissa falls onto the cold stone ground, depleted and exhausted. She rolls onto her back and wipes the blood from her nose, a smile playing on her lips. She can hear the dragons painful cries as it is stunned and attacked, it’s cries drown out those of its innocent victims. There is another gun shot and she smiles wider. We’re winning. She closes her eyes in an attempt to speed up the recovery process, though she knows she will be immobilised for a good day. She’s just happy she didn’t end up killing herself. That kind of power is usually too much for a human to handle.

Taissa thinks of the mage who taught her at age 19, her lover, the one who died at her hands. She thinks of the family she once had and how their screams still haunt her dreams. Taissa focuses on her painful past to keep herself from falling asleep, because if she sleeps now while she is so depleted, she may never wake up.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Maeve​

'What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck...'
Maeve was trotting along the outskirts of the demolished town, watching buildings crumble and listening to the crackling whip of the fire. She was aware of the dragon too, and she kept it in her peripheral vision at all times. Until a massive shock of light overpowered the glaring blaze, and the roar of thunder harmonized with the reptilian screeches.
'What the fuck?!'
She was frozen in place as she watched the dragon recoil-- stunned? Maeve was too.
And then a massive monster oozed out of an abyssal rift, spitting acid and--
'WHAT THE FU--UCK?!'
Maeve's voice cracked with volume.
As soon as she managed to tear her eyes from the insane battle, she scanned the ground. She had just barely seen movement from other small things-- one, presumably whatever imbecile had summoned that acidic atrocity. And the person who cast that bolt of lightning had to be around too. Wrapping her cloak tight around her shoulders, Maeve leapt and scrambled over the less flammable patches of rubble, trying to track where the cast might have been.
Eventually Maeve found someone, looking half-dead. Well, a different kind of half-dead. Live-but-dying. Silver hair, nosebleed, delirious smile, needed help.
Maeve stuffed it back into the bag at her side and heaved the girl over her shoulder.
'Alright, we're... fuck... we're moving, stay awake, goddammit...' She almost didn't register the other people she passed as she found the cover of half a stone wall still standing, and put the the girl down against it.
'What in the everloving fuck...' Maeve continue growling expletives as she uncorked a healing potion with shaking hand and held up the half-conscious girl's head up. It was a bit of trouble to open her jaw to get the potion into her mouth-- this kid was struggling for consciousness.
'Hey, hey, wake up, you're in the middle of a... I don't even know. Drink this, it heals.' The recovery wouldn't be instant, it would take several minutes. But several minutes is much better than immediate death.

Interacting: Lovelylie
Mentioned: everyone else, offhand

 

[TheWhiteLion]

With the acid, hail of bullets, and giant hounds wearing down the last of its defenses, Samuel snatched up a broken metal pipe about the thickness of his arm and length of his leg (around 3 to 4 foot long) and drove it into the dragon's rib cage. For good measure, he reared back his fist and drove the stake deep inside.

The dragon roared one last time before collapsing.

Samuel waited, examining the corpse just in case before he confirmed that it was dead, "Target eliminated. Confirming spirit breakdown. Beginning retrieval of core crystal after complete eradication of physical mass." He speaks to himself out of habit but he then turns his attention to everyone else who showed up, observing them.

(Lore obtained! Check the lore tab for some info on dragon's!)

 

[Remus117]

Dr. Whateley quickly scrambles from his cover, clearly exhausted, but waving his arms wildly as he runs to the dragon. “WAIT! WAIT!” He shouts, his voice wracked with coughs even as he does. He pants, approaching the dragon. “Thank you for your assistance with slaying this thing...” he states politely. “But, we need to be clear about what’s happening now. I’m Dr. Armitage Whateley of the Miskatonic, and I need this corpse.” He says in a panicked frenzy.

 

[Lovelylie]

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kill you.” Taissa cries at the blurred face before her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” She keeps repeating, twitching and squinting as she feels shock-like tingles course through her body. And then she stops, stares at the woman in front of her and smiles. “High five.” She says, holding her shaking hand up. Then she frowns. “It’s dead right?” And then she smiles again. “I’m so hungry I could eat a whole dragon.” Her hand drops as she chuckles, obviously delirious, then sighs. “Well nice to see you again, Cass, but I’ve got to go to bed.” She rolls over onto the dirty ground and closes her eyes. “G’night, love ya.”


(Side-effects of the drug)

 

[TheWhiteLion]

Samuel frowns at the man who introduced himself as a Dr. Whateley and shakes his head, "Corpse retrieval is impossible. Once the dragon has died, it enters a spirit vessel called 'Core Crystal' as proof of victory." While his expression does not make it seem so, he adds apologetically, "Unfortunately I can not assist you in this. I'm sorry."

Speaking of which, the body has completely evaporated leaving behind a dark red crystal. As he reaches over to grab it, his face contorts into a grimace. He took more damage than he had originally thought. With comms down he couldn't get an evac out here anytime soon.

"Retrieval of core crystal confirmed. Mission completed with... varying degrees of success. Returning to base for immediate medical attention." He pauses, as if remembering something, then turns back to face everyone present, "Mission protocol dictates that should I encounter any beings with distinct power or ability, I am to extend an invitation to join come to the Organization." He awaits the various responses.

Mentions: Everyone within earshot.

 

[Remus117]

Dr. Whately looked at the canid demi-human, a perturbed expression on his face. He slowly surveyed the group of unlikely allies, all of them fascinating specimens in their own right. Then, he looked at the core crystal the dragon produced.
He sighed, and slowly removed his glasses, cleaning them with his pocket-square. He had gone to great length to obtain that crystal, and now that he knew of this organization, his curiosity was piqued. There was very little choice in the manner.
He turned his head, seeing the creatures he summoned licking their wounds. One of the hounds was dead, its spine shattered. The other bled, but licked its wounds. The crow was the least damaged, and the Shoggoth seemed to shudder with each breath, although how the bloody thing was injured, he wasn't sure. He spoke a few words in a whispered tone, and watched as the creatures disintegrated into black sludge, the primordial shadow from which they emerged.
He turned his gaze back towards the demi-human, placing his pince-nez back onto his face.
"Very well. Lead the way."

 

[Lovelylie]

Taissa knew she had taken the maen yet she has never recovered from its ecstasy so quickly before. Almost unbearable pain radiating from her head makes her squeeze her eyes shut again until it fades to a dull thrum. She remembers using a great deal of power, which explains why her body hurts so much. She also remembers someone carrying her and pouring something in her mouth. She opens her eyes again and stares at the woman beside her. She looks...different but Taissa couldn’t put her finger on it. She wants to thank her but she doesn’t know how. “Hi.” She starts and mentally shakes her head. She tries again, attempting to sound less standoffish. “Hi, thank you.”

(Interacting with Spazzycat101 )

 

[Spazzycat101]

Maeve​

The dragon evaporated. Just disappeared. From where she was, peeking over the crumbling wall, Maeve could see that all that was left were the gashes in the ground from the creature's claws. It's body was gone. She couldn't hear what the two who stood by it were saying, but one of them looked very frantic. How the hell did a dragon even get here, to this populated of a place, in the first place? It looked like there were no survivors but themselves.
The undead woman's attention was brought back to the recovering girl when she spoke, and by instinct, Maeve immediately pulled up her hood.
'Uh... no problem. One second.'

'HEY, IS THAT THING DEAD? ITS NOT LIKE A LICH, IS IT?'

Interacting: Lovelylie Remus117 TheWhiteLion

 

[TheWhiteLion]

Samuel observes the woman a moment before lifting the crystal in his hand as if to show what was left.

To Dr. Whately he would say, "After confirming the acceptance or denial of my request to all members present we will depart. Until then I will remain on standby." And with that he would remain silent.

Spazzycat101 Remus117