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And then Aegis could kill him? XP
The weird thing is that I read that wrong, and it still made sense.
Damn, that was brutal!
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People definitely called this. Can't wait to see what happens next!
Again, my sympathies to people in the order. Evil, Good, and Nature have lost patrons. Babel must be next, right? RIGHT?
"Foul betrayers! Cowards and murderers! Show yourselves."
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders,
"Your contempt for the Garden and cheap treachery has gone unanswered long enough!"
A terrible weight encumbers you as the crushing voice of Shaitan rumbles across the lands,
"Finally figured out what was going on, you pitiful whelp?"
Pain and agony fill the air around you as Apollyon, the Suffering, shouts, "Eternal torment
seems to be this upstart's destiny. Brother, allow Me to see that it is served."
Pain and agony fill the air around you as Apollyon, the Suffering, shouts, "You know the fate
of the last deity to feel these barbs. You've one chance to run before meeting the same end."
Locked together upon the firmament, the two Gods stare each other down, Their wills in deadly
opposition, sending wave after wave of tension to draw the world into its conflict.
Pain and agony fill the air around you as Apollyon, the Suffering, shouts, "Do you really
think You can stop us, You hen-pecked fool?"
Pain and agony fill the air around you as Apollyon, the Suffering, shouts, "Your city mourns
Justice, and now Your precious Miramar's essence strengthens Us as We destroy you. If only She
were here to tell You what to do."
For an instant, Apollyon's form shifts and reveals the shadow of Miramar, Her face contorted
in pain as She suffers Her final moments. A moment later the vision is gone again, replaced by
Apollyon's slow, mocking smile.
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders,
"You are drunk on the power You think You control."
Pain and agony fill the air around you as Apollyon, the Suffering, shouts, "Useless Gods, with
power going to waste. Now it will fuel Our victory and greatness!"
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders,
"The Garden sits in a careful balance, and you have betrayed the whole of Creation with Your
misdeeds."
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders,
"This can only be righted when Evil is forced from this world! You must pay!"
Tearing His weapons away from Apollyon's hold, Pentharian brings forth a flurry of powerful
strikes, each turned aside by the effortless motions of the Suffering God, whose dark chuckle
begins to resonate louder and louder.
Calling forth a billowing tempest of crimson fog, Apollyon hurls the storm toward Pentharian,
who is blasted backward in a haze of pure Evil.
Grinning wickedly, Apollyon takes the offensive, pressing toward the Champion of Good and
Light. A clashing, clanging din deafens the world as He rains blow after blow upon Pentharian
with the barbed lash, striking only the God's shining armour.
Recovering from the vile red fog, Pentharian begins to block the blows with His sword, dodging
the rest, refusing the Suffering God further opportunity to land a successful strike.
The crimson gem in Apollyon's eye gleams with outrage as His onslaught is foiled, and He
summons an oily cloud of smoke to surround Him like a foul shield.
Ducking and whirling about in place, Pentharian strikes out with both swords, slicing through
the insidious barrier in a downward fashion. As His own swords strike each other, blistering
rays of pristine Light flare outward, streaking toward Apollyon.
Pain and agony fill the air around you as Apollyon, the Suffering, shouts, "Yes! Yes! Again!
These wounds shall be proud trophies as We bask in your blood upon the throne of the Heavens!"
Back and forth, the two Gods trade blows upon the firmament. The howls of daemons and the
jubilant cries of angels echo from distant planes, clamouring to be heard by the duelling
deities.
Recklessly letting His guard down, the Suffering God allows Pentharian to land a few glancing
blows, hissing with rapturous torment as He embraces the pain.
Pain and agony fill the air around you as Apollyon, the Suffering, shouts, "There is no use,
Pentharian. You are nothing more than a mortal to whom the Logos tossed a scrap of
immortality!"
Pain and agony fill the air around you as Apollyon, the Suffering, shouts, "You cannot hope to
defeat a real God!"
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders,
"You are a twister and corrupter of Creation, Apollyon. But I am its guardian, and I will not
see it perverted!"
Glowing in a blinding white nimbus of Light, the God of Valour again begins to strike out at
Apollyon, His blows powerful and precise, His marshal prowess unquestionable as He presses
onward in the fray.
Summoning wave after wave of crimson fog, Apollyon surrounds Himself in a perpetually
regenerating shield against the Righteous God, and His wild, booming laughter echoes across
land and sea.
The celestial duel seems a stalemate, with Pentharian dauntlessly felling Apollyon's defenses
as quickly as he can conjure them.
One by one, sinuous threads of light begin to drift upward from Shallam toward the heavens,
followed by the murmur of whispered prayers.
As the luminous crescendo of voices reaches Lord of Valour, he surges with the devotion of the
Good and Righteous mortals below.
Suddenly Pentharian roars out, the sound tearing across the planes, and delivers a mighty blow,
striking down the defenses of the Suffering God and shattering the kris in His hand.
With a second shout of triumph, Pentharian drives the blade of a longsword up through
Apollyon's gut, the blazing blade crackling and sizzling as it emerges from Apollyon's back.
The heavens are illuminated with beams of purest Light as the voice of Pentharian thunders,
"Too long have you delighted in suffering, Apollyon! It ends now!"
The bewilderment upon Apollyon's face turns to abject horror as it is shadowed by the menacing
rise of Pentharian's hand.
Gritting His teeth, Pentharian places His thumb upon the glowing red gem in Apollyon's eye
socket and slowly begins to push.
Apollyon's limbs writhe and flail in pain as the glittering jewel is driven further and
further into His skull, but the shining Te'Serran God keeps a firm grip upon His longsword,
holding it fast within the belly of the Suffering God.
Finally the gem is shoved wholly beyond the eye of Apollyon, and a bloodcurling scream escapes
His mouth. With a look of disgust, the Lord of Valour wrenches His blade upward, gruesomely
splitting the God from navel to skull.
Blinding rays of light flare about the victorious God of Valour, and the limp form of Apollyon
evaporates into an oily black cloud that hangs heavily in the clouds.
A chill silence falls over the world as the Suffering God falls, cut down at the last by
Valour.
An enraged bellow erupts from Mhaldor, shaking land and sea with the fury of the Horned God at
the death of His Brother.
Pointing one gleaming sword in the direction of Mhaldor, Pentharian sheathes His weapons,
turns His back on the lingering haze, and strides away from the battlefield.
Circling aimlessly above the continent, the dark cloud begins to fall like rain upon the fog-
laden isle west of the Vashnar Mountains.
Looming upon the western horizon, crimson clouds rise again with the likeness of Shaitan, His
expression livid as he glares at the fading image of Pentharian.
As the rain continues to fall in a miserable downpour, Shaitan's scowl becomes a cruel smirk,
unnerving and ominous, before He, too, disappears.
- To love another person is to see the face of G/d
- Let me get my hat and my knife
- It's your apple, take a bite
- Don't dream it ... be it
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Was awesome! I expected it to go badly as well but it was intense. Grats to Penth and Apples for a duel well played out.
I did cringe at all the Shallam CT bead pulling madness though, I am sure some divine player is lolling like hell that they managed to get something so silly put in and being used.
All in all a great piece in the event so far
These wounds shall be proud trophies as We bask in your blood upon the throne of the Heavens!"
Back and forth, the two Gods trade blows upon the firmament. The howls of daemons and the
jubilant cries of angels echo from distant planes, clamouring to be heard by the duelling
deities.
Recklessly letting His guard down, the Suffering God allows Pentharian to land a few glancing
blows, hissing with rapturous torment as He embraces the pain.
...It's like he had an orgasm while fighting >_>
Also:
As the rain continues to fall in a miserable downpour, Shaitan's scowl becomes a cruel smirk,
unnerving and ominous, before He, too, disappears.
- To love another person is to see the face of G/d
- Let me get my hat and my knife
- It's your apple, take a bite
- Don't dream it ... be it