The Black Church Breach

[MayRndz 1830]

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This roleplay was banger, probably honest to god some of the best CRP I have had and seen in literal years while being on the server. That being said, shoutout to all the people who were there, both darkspawn and druids 8 hours of combat and not once did I lean over to check a timer and see what time it was. Thx @Venomous_Pupfor organizing your group! Thanks @Rigfor the fire roleplay as well (sorry I didnt make ur epic 1 on 1 sound cooler in this post but I am lazy and didn't want to write more than 2000 words) 
 

This is just a little TLDR narrative, idk I felt like writing, this isn't anything more than perspective of roleplay. Sorry if its word blob I write like a schizophrenic ; obviously don't meta if you were not there. I did not take the time to make this super refined so sorry for spelling and grammar issues everywhere. Enjoy!
 

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“They didn’t hesitate? So why should you”
 

Discord rattled in the back of that Druid's mind, a voice she was not quite sure was her own whispering back to her, calling out for blood to be shed. For days, a quiet fury simmered behind those jade eyes of hers, and though to the eyes of those around she maintained a poised demeanor for the sake of the druii around her, for the sake of her circle. The pressure within that archdruid was reaching a breaking point.
 

Moments prior to receiving that summons for a rally she had agreed to help with, she sat on a ledge looking over the sun's grotto in Aelwen. Urendil sat beside her in that poised stillness. That was perhaps the first time she had rested in days… or weeks was it? And that rest was short-lived.
 

“Why do you want to run head first into battle so badly?” He had asked her
 

“Because I am angry,” she replied, her voice steady despite the storm within the riptides own mind “My mind screams for vengeance. It demands I find those who murdered my sister. I was there when she fell; I fought to shield her, and I saw that they offered no mercy. Therefore, I have none left to give. You do not have to follow me on this path if you do not wish.”
 

“But I will” spoke that dedicant of hers. An air of mutual respect reflected between the two of them. He will make a fine Druid she thought to herself… although there was never a time where she had thought otherwise.
 

With that exchange of words they had mounted upon a horse, thundering hooves heading towards the walls of Iryalen. There a rally of twelve gathered, a mesh of backgrounds that perhaps had not agreed with each other in some time, and to the riptide that was strange… despite their differences in druidic circles, and cultures. Setting politics aside to rally for a cause. Though maybe not all were there for the same cause. . The Riptide stood to seek vengeance.

Though that party was unsure of where they were heading - blinded by their anger they were seeking a fight , and so a fight was to be had. They had no intention of retribution against anyone in specific, mostly because they were blind to who said retribution was to be had against.
 

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"Curious how quickly the noise faded once you committed."
 

That voice echoed within her, and so that wound ripped open in her heart made her cold. It would drive her blade in battle.
 

That raid party found their way to the lair of the black church. The Iryalenites swift to pick the locks, one by one breaking through each door slowly but surely until they were inside. When they got within- the beady eyes of six forms were revealed to them. The riptide was quick to move within the enclosed space as to make that party less of a target
 

“Prime your alchemy if you have it” she hissed out quietly to those gathered “let the heavy hitters take this head on, strike fast, be careful, and watch your back.”
 

That was all she offered to those gathered before her form was swift to charge in - a thannic blade in hand. How fitting she had thought, there was a poetic justice in that weapon of choice, a weapon once gifted by the Paladins of Xan now serving as her instrument of retribution. That blade flared to life with heat as she blocked a spray of malflame shielding those behind her and opening the path for others within the party to land their attacks. Relentless against The Chimera. He too was able to ram and batter them a few times and that battle seemed to be near evenly matched.
 

The battle had fractured into a symphony of violence. While  the Riptide held the line against The Chimera, Urendil turned his fury toward another hulking demon.  It was then and there that he would be ragdolled around and crushed; used as a shield so that others of the party could fight with less regard for their own safety. Yet, the line did not break. Blades, warpicks, hammers alike being thrown into the fray - working in coordination with one another. 
 

Though their party may have been becoming battered and bruised, it was clear they would not relent. From the heart of that carnage, a surge of those blight healing mists were evoked, a shield that acted as a dome for the larger part of the party to assist in their endeavors. Evoked by none other than the Harvest. Within this sanctum of mist, the party found the opening they needed, finally bringing their collective might down to fell the massive beast. It was not easy work - and he did not go down easy, but it was inevitable.
 

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“If justice required blood, you would still be clean. But you enjoyed this.”

As they focused on battle - rumbling could be heard from the exterior of the Black Church. Something else was coming… an ally? A foe? It was hard to put a label on that thing. That Demon King worked its way through the doors and into the field of battle. It did not fight for a side; Not far behind that creature came another to join the fray. The might and fury of The Amber was to be seen. She had been chasing after that thing. 
 

With another joining upon that battle field it was then that the tides seemed to truly turn in favor of those mali.  the riptides blade piercing through the chest of one of those wicked creatures alongside the Amber druid. They fought until it fell, quick to move onto the next hulking creature. 
 

“We already have enough deals with the druii” one of those creatures rang out “Let it be a proclamation of war.” Those words did ring out within their ears, but for that party. . . war had already begun 
 

“Remind these elves why their arch-circles beg allegiance to our courts” another voice rang, it only solidified within the Riptides mind what had transpired when wicker fell all those days prior. 
 

“We make quick work of this. . .the Drui’s flock has broken their pact” The prophet king himself spoke out to the gathering “I have slain their kin already, we will chase them out to regroup, and meet their forces again.” Those words broke something within the Riptide, some semblance of humanity that she held onto, started to slip away, but she did not allow herself to be distracted. The demons wanted to taunt the druii, wanting fear to run ice cold in their veins.
 

Her blade found itself to strike true multiple times that night. Her need to shed blood would not be quelled. Slicing crossed the form of that chimera as it came to its knees. Quick to pursue another, that  Pommel of her blade knocked hard into the head of another until they were felled. 
 

That battle would not be left without consequences upon the party though. Nearly half had either fled in the fray after facing deadly injuries, others were unconscious, unable to get back up to fight any longer. Another who sought so bravely to tire that Demon King had fallen. A life taken from that of the Harvest.
 

As the chaos began to subside, the enemies either slain or scattered; the Demon King’s voice cut through the ringing silence, offering a grim reprieve.
 

“Take your wounded and leave,” the entity commanded. For it was not a request.
 

For them - it was a victory even if they did have to retreat. Many of that party seeking to help the wounded, and the unconscious from the fray of that battlefield. A smart move if they intended to make a move again someday. Though that battle itself was not quite over… 
 

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Only three then remained within the dark halls of that place. The Riptides eyes flickered between the Amber Druid and that hulking creature. . . as they sized one another up her own frame slinked to the walls, she would not leave nor would she intervene in that battle to be had.
 

Weapons were drawn , a lethal dance unfolding before the Druid’s eyes. The environment grew dark, with the scent of iron lingering from the prior bloodshed. The sound of thunder itself echoed through the temple as boomsteel collided, the air no longer stagnant following that clap of thunder. The Ambers shield, which had likely followed through many battles before, was shattered. Now only splintered pieces of what it once was.
 

A sword was buried deep into the frame of that creature, Virza. “That prince of yore is downstairs if you desire him, you have earned it.” he spoke though their dance of fury still continued on for a while longer. When it became clear as day who was winning that fight. . that king dashed deep within the catacombs of that lair. He had suffered a humiliating defeat to the might of that Templar Druid. As he fled, a set of keys tumbled to the floor. . . for a cell deep within that lair.
 

Though that battle left many battered and bruised, and left many wounds to be tended to. It was a victory and in light of it, an ally was retrieved from deep within the cells of their lair.
 

“You hate them for what they are; yet you wear their shape so well. A killer.”
 

Those were the final words rattled through the mind of that Riptide druid before they made their retreat away from that lair.

 

 

[psychra_notte 618]

Far off in the Aelwen Clinic, Urendil rested quietly, trying to recover from the several broken ribs and fractured arm he had sustained in the fight.

[PolarLoLs 984]

 

A woman recovered in the blackened barracks of the church.

Yet still revered in some broken prayer
“We are driven by not flesh, or soul but mission”

 

A silence filled the room

 

“May your blades cleave flesh, may your rites banish souls”

 

“We are Mivtahza”

 

 

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Great ******* fight man

 

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

From a great pit of gore, flesh and blood wove together a body once more from the hells beyond the mortal plane. The bones of a horrible creature rose into the air, meat falling in reverse and clinging onto it desperately. Soon skin grew atop flesh, sprouting like mold. And when its feet finally touch the floor, thirty eyes open upon its body, shifting about rapidly as it takes in its surroundings.

 

The Chimera was awake again.

 

[Navigator 4260]

10 minutes ago, PolarLoLs said:

“We are Mivtahza”

 

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Great ******* fight man

 

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how is blud saying the word 😳

 

[Chuuwys 502]

The Mali'ame rises from the bush she crashed into on returning home, picking leaves off of her scratched and ichor-coated armour. With bruises as proof, a small lift in her step follows in her wake. Whatever hunger found her during that fight seemed to have gone... sated, perhaps. However temporary. But still, her mind calls back to the fight. . .

 

“O’ Laurir’Orkina, kae’leh wy’anuh ceruereh.”

 

The unfinished prayer hisses past teeth clenched from pain, from the effort of her muscles moving beyond what she would normally use. Carried by adrenaline, the rush of knowing if she misses she, that they, could ALL die. That if she lost her direction again and succumbed to that hunger that bled into the room, into her mind, she might never starve again.

 

She knew she wasn’t the only one baying for the ichor of those that took away the life of a friend; a loved one for many whose death had echoed across the continent and further beyond to the rest of the world multiple times over. An echo she had not heard, but had seen with her own eye effect those she cared for.

 

“Promise me that war will not consume you.”

 

Perhaps the hunger did not start in that hellish Church, but before. At the injustice. When she couldn’t complete that promise to her Maln. When her warpick, sharpened Anorum and golden cords housing Kuila and a skull, stained dark with the blood of a monstrosity as it is driven upward into the jaw, felling the beast.

 

She didn’t start this war. They never declared it.

 

She would not be toothless prey any longer. A rumbling beast was woken up, she could see it in the face of all the druii she met that knew. That same hunger to reclaim something stolen.

 

"Losing a home is never an easy thing. But there are others here, who see you as family.

You won't be alone, should that come to pass."

Edited February 5 by Chuuwys
added on for storytelling

[Rig 17580]

The Demon King licked his wounds. It was a close fight, but the powers of a Templar paired with a carbarum sword had been more than a match for him.

 

Next time, I'll bring my shield.

[craneia 232]

Somewhere stood that scorned sister of Wicker... her retreat from such a battle to nurse old wounds leaving her hungry. 

The waves came and went. The silence ensued, and fire burned. It was not enough. The news of their success, of the rescue, did little to sate what sought such destruction in her. It was not enough. It would never be enough.

[BoneChive 365]

6 hours ago, PolarLoLs said:

“We are Mivtahza”

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[Venomous_Pup 2978]

The Witch awoken, the powers she was blessed and cursed gave swift recovery, barring a singular wound that was left mangled. In dreams and paradox and vision, her thoughts wracked through the shallow victory the Descendants had achieved.

'ORDER IS TYRANNY, PEACE IS COMPLACENCE, JUSTICE IS REVENGE. EQUALLY WE HAVE PROVED IT AGAINST ONE ANOTHER ON THOSE FATEFUL DAYS, SO WHY IS IT THEY REJECT THIS, THE ONE TRUTH?'

'MIGHT MAKES RIGHT - THE WEAK ARE MEAT AND THE STRONG DO IT'

'WHY DO THEY REJECT IT, WHY DO THESE DESCENDANTS PLAY PRETEND AS IF IT WOULD MAKE THEM BETTER THAN WHAT WE ARE, WHY DO THEY INVITE CALAMITY INTO THEIR OWN LIVES WHEN THE RESULT WILL NEVER CHANGE? THEY DON'T SEE IT, DON'T THEY, THE SECRETS I POSSESS, WOULD THEY CHANGE THEIR MIND, TO KNOW IT IS WE WHO ARE DOOM-DRIVEN, THAT THE FATE THAT IS TO COME CAN NOT BE AVERTED? THAT THEY ARE TO BE OBLITERATED, ALL THAT THEY CARE FOR, ALL THAT THEY LOVE, ALL THAT THEY HAVE TRULY FOUGHT FOR? THEY MUST SUFFER, JUST AS WE HAVE. THEY MUST GROW, JUST AS WE HAVE AND WILL'

 

'I SEE IT, THERE WILL BE LEGION, WITH OR WITHOUT THE SUBMISSION OF THOSE UNDER IT, THEY WILL FIGHT, OR THEY WILL SURELY DIE.'
 

'WAR IS US, WE ARE WAR, WAR WAITED, FOR WE ARE WAR AND WAR IS US, THE ULTIMATE ANSWER, THE ONE TRUTH, MIGHT IS RIGHT, TO BEAT YOUR ENEMY UNTIL THEY ARE BROKEN BEFORE YOU, AND REALITY IS MADE MANIFEST THROUGH THE CONFLICT'

Her mind continued to fall into turmoil in those briefest of moments..