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[The Clown]

Spoiler: Accepted Sheets

Spoiler: thebobmaster

Name: Glacia

Element:Ice

Realm: in the mountains

Physical form: Glacia is the size of a large female, standing six feet, four inches tall and weighing almost 250 pounds. Her weight, however, is muscle, with very little fat on her. She generally is wearing a pale blue catsuit, covering a fairly curvaceous form, and has light blue hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are red, standing out against her pale skin, and she is always barefoot.

Fighting Style/Powers: Glacia's powers allow her to freeze water into weapons, though the larger weapons require a larger body of water. When she fights, she is a vicious fighter, using either a dagger, her bare hands, or a scythe, depending on how much water is available. However, when necessary, she can also create a blizzard or sleet, creating enough ice for her to make any weapon she desires, as well as cut visibility down for anyone but herself, her eyes able to see through the blizzards with ease. No matter what weapon she uses, however, she strikes to disable, only going in for the kill when it is safe for her to do so.

Bio: For the last several thousand years, Glacia has been living in the Himalayas, training herself against anyone who is foolish enough to challenge her, as well as make sure that the proper areas of the world are given snow, using blizzards to purge the "unworthy" as she sees it. However, she has lately discouraged anyone getting near her, using the local Sherpa to spread warnings about a fictional character she calls the yeti and creating blizzards when necessary, in order to allow her to train in solitude, sharpening her skills for the god's battle that she knew would be occurring shortly, in her time span.

Spoiler: A Gent of Villainous Intent

Name: Tempest

Element: Wind

Realm: A large plateau that goes beyond the clouds.

Physical form: He is a large eagle, easily the size of a passenger plane. His feathers are pure white, like those of a cloud, yet his eyes are a pale green. However, should he feel the need, he may shrink down any size between that and a mortal eagle.

Fighting Style/Powers: Should he fight, he usually swoops down from on high, then quickly pulling out of the dive to tear his opponents apart with the winds created, which is comparable to a class 5 hurricane. On the defensive side however, he can turn himself into a gust of wind, and usually only uses this to escape. When in this form he can still be attacked, but not with martial might.

Bio: During Humankind's reign, Tempest would on occasion set out to stretch his wings. And on one account accidentally destroyed an Arabian ship, immortalizing himself as the Roc of legend. However in between his short flights out, he has been building his power in his roost,
keeping himself in a sort stasis in preparation for the coming war.

Spoiler: Xero Scythe

Name: Adtonitus
Element: Thunder

Realm: Sky

Physical form: Adtonitus stands tall at 6?7?, with golden wolf eyes and silver hair the color of the moon. While Adtonitus seems quite thin under his robes, his training has actually compacted his muscles into density. He wears a plain samurai?s robe, black trimmed with silver. On his left hangs his katana, Heavenly Wrath. The sheath is black, while the grip is laced with silver with the guard design showing four curved prongs, reminding one not unlike that of a storm cloud.

Fighting Style: Adtonitus strikes swiftly with his sword, as quickly as the lightning he embodies. However, Heavenly Wrath is a strange sword- it has no blade! Rather, Adtonitus forms the blade from lightning, allowing him to change the size of the blade in an instant. He can also call down bolts of lightning from heaven, or debilitate his opponent with thunderous shockwaves. Finally, if his opponent chooses to run or hide, Adtonitus can ?ride the lightning,? melding along its lines and traveling wherever it goes.

Bio: Adtonitus has wandered the heavens, searching for opponents to better himself against. For thousands of years, he has made sure all happened as it should, cutting down all demons that would wipe out humanity. Whenever a lightning bolt hit the ground, it was because Adtonitus struck down another demon. This continued for the millennia humanity existed for, until the demon he didn?t see snuck past him. Humanity wiped out itself, to his utter dismay. Adtonitus slept for a year, gaining strength for the upcoming battle he knew was now imminent. A single question haunts him now, his beloved humanity wiped out and his siblings taking up arms: ?Why did it have to be like this??

Spoiler: Ninja555

Name: Legion

Element: Metal

Realm: Near the center of the earth, resides mainly in the Outer Core but travels to the surface through volcanos

Physical form: A large blob of incredible hot liquid metal that can reform itself into different shapes

Fighting Style/Powers: Its main power is its ability to form itself into many different shapes and can form weapons from itself. It can split itself into many, independent, metal giants. It can also mold different creatures out of itself. It can reform itself into different kinds of metal.

Bio: Legion began its life as a simply metal element, floating among the molten iron and nickel of the outer core. Over time it began to gather other metal elements and they began to form a rudimentry hive mind. Over thousands of years it intergrated many metal elements into itself and its mind grew and grew. One day it sense something in the Inner Core. It probed the the shell of the Inner Core for years, but all it could sense was the small tingle in the back of its mind. It set a part of itself to try and find a way inside the Inner Core.

After a while it discovered a fissure that lead to a magma flow that lead to the surface. It eventually figured out how to use that magma flow to travel to the surface. Gathering a sufficent number of metal elements it began a voyage to the surface of the Earth. It arrived inside a volcano and found a small crack and made its way out. On the surface it discovered the other element gods, all preparing to fight for control of the Earth. It retreated back to the Outer Core to prepare itself, in case any elemental decided to attack it.

Spoiler: TheDoctor455

Name: Executor

Element: Dark

Realm: For most of his existence, Executor has been traveling from galaxy to galaxy, harvesting them world by world after. In between each "Harvest" he nests in the galaxy's core, protected by the black holes; where he lies dormant or "dead".

Physical form: Executor is comprised of semi-solidified darkness. His "skin" is every shade of black, from obsidian to shadows; and if one is unlucky enough to get a close look at his "skin" one would see something moving underneath it... not anything resembling muscles or tendons... what seems to be moving under his "skin" are the forms of his countless victims. Executor is roughly 200' in total size. The main segment of his body is a little less than 100 feet in total, with his 30 or so tentacle-like appendages, ranging in 15' to 70' in length. He can move as quietly as he likes, but when he feels like making a dramatic entrance, his movements send out a sound or a signal that sounds like... to everyone with hearing distance of it... sounds like trillions upon trillions of people screaming in pain and terror at the same time.

Fighting Style/Powers: His most basic attacks are various strikes from his tentacles, which end in spikes. The smaller ones are good for stabbing and injecting a debilitating shadow-poison, the medium length ones are good for grabbing, and the longest ones are great for slashing. He can also send out what he calls the "Tides of Darkness", which are basically wive-like bursts of solidified darkness bursting from Executor's center of mass, knocking everyone within a 150' radius backwards. The "shadow-poison" that he can inject into his victims fills its victims with weaponized darkness; this amplifies all of the victim's negative emotions and thoughts, making all action seem pointless while in Executor's presence, or until the poison wears off or is cured by some kind of "burning, purifying light" (applied by anyone other than the victim, and only a very powerful "burning light"... one that could do some serious damage). He can also fire "Clouds of Darkness" when he wants to make a quick escape; like an octopus, he emits a gaseous cloud of shadow that blocks nearly all view of his escape. Aside from that... Executor has one final ability... its one that can only be used on victims of his shadow-poison; with this move, Executor wraps the victim with his tentacles, and absorbs the victim's essence... taking away anything positive about them and leaving them with nothing but their worst emotions and thoughts... turning them into a shadow of their former selves. Victims of that last ability... of the "Grand Harvest", are more or less the same as they ever were... just a little more sadistic, ruthless, and now regard everything other than Executor as food. When he goes dormant, he

Bio: Ever since the beginning of his existence, Executor has been traveling from world to world, devouring all life and energy from them. Executor has devoured three galaxies by this point. For much of the past thousand years, Executor has been lying in the core of this galaxy... where no one would ever find him and live. Now the next great cycle is beginning, he is waking up. As he was devouring a small and remote world just outside of the galactic core, his senses drew him to a world where many beings of great power were rising from the depths of their realms, preparing to do battle. It would be a great risk of course, but if he could best them, Executor knew that his hunger would be fed for a long time.

Spoiler: Irony's Acolyte

Name: Dreth

Element: Decay

Realm: A large swamp within Siberia, although he has taken to stalking through the ruins of nearby human cities, savoring their slow destruction.

Physical Form: Dreth is a large humanoid easily six stories tall at about 65 feet. His upper half appears somewhat human, although it is the form of a hunch-backed human. His body is gaunt and wasted, as though from sickness or age and his limbs long and emaciated. The skin covering his face is tight, giving him a leering skull visage, made all the more authentic by his yellowed teeth and empty eye sockets. He is actually only somewhat solid though and can reform his body if he has enough time. He wears what appears to be a robe, but it is very tattered and worn. Most of his body is covered with muck and rotting plant life that bulks out his silhouette somewhat. This becomes very thick lower down, to the point where his legs remain unseen and he appears to wear something of a dress of dead debris. He also seems to constantly drip fetid mud and stagnant water from the tears in his body, all brown-black in color, but never seems to loss any mass either. He also seems to release some faint fumes that float upward off of him leaving a trail in the sky behind him along with the one he leaves on the ground.

Fighting Style/Powers: Dreth's fighting style is very much one of attrition. Although he does not have many comparatively powerful attacks, once he starts fighting it is only a matter of how long can his enemies hold out against him and while he normally moves in a slow and steady fashion, when angered he can move frighteningly quick in short bursts. The fumes emanating from his body increase greatly, turning the area around him into a fog choked area of noxious gases. Anything staying too long in this cloud will continually decay at an increasing rate; even the hardest rock or metal will rust or begin to crumble eventually. Dreth can also shoot streams of the acid sludge that leaks from his body, whether from his hands or mouth, which will likewise eat away at anything covering it. This also is a convenient way to blind or similarly rob the sense of his opponent if he can properly splash them. While he is not relatively strong or tough, Dreth stills manages to survive direct attacks somewhat due to his semi-solid state.

Bio: For most of his life, Dreth stayed in a state of semi-slumbered in swamps and similar areas. He would stir somewhat during times of mass extinction as species would die off the face of the Earth, where he might stalk amongst the remains. It was during the wars starting in the 19th century that left thousands of corpses to rot did Dreth finally begin to fully awaken. It was during the final act of destruction by humanity, the ending of itself, did Dreth fully become aware. He began to feel the civilizations of humanity themselves begin to decay around him and he was pleased. He also began to feel the movement of other beings, greater than the humans, many of whom began to shape the world around him. As is his nature, Dreth begins to focus on bringing these new arrivals down, as he believes should be done to all things.

Spoiler: ThreeWords

Names: The very earth has been named a hundred times, and it's master goes by as many names. The Jotun, Old Hill Bones, Earthfather, the King under the Moutain. Some just call him The Land.

Element: Earth

Realm: When he sleeps, he is one with the mountains. When he wakes, it is as if the hills themselves are rising against his foes. He carries his realm with him.

Physical form: The Jotun resembles one the race of Man, but only vaguely. His form has a head of sorts, and four limbs, walking upright on two of them, but there the similarity ends. For this is man made on a truly geographic scale, whose height is measured on miles and whose strength would registers on the Richter Scale

Fighting Style/Powers: Slow, but nigh unstoppable. Some mistake lack of speed for lack of intellect, but this is usually because The king under the Mountain sees most things as merely passing. His mind is like sharp and glittering diamond, but he is patient and would rather simply wait around and outlive his foes.
When he does fight on a divine scale, he operates almost on a basis of attrition. Fully expecting most foes to simply avoid his attacks, he just keeps attacking; there's only so long you can dodge for, and even if you do manage an attack, how do you kill the hills?
The Earthfather's preferred method is simply to wear his foes down, but that doesn't mean his aggressive comparabilities are limited. His fists weigh tons, and move with surprising speed, and he is capable of causing landlsides, mudlsides, earthquakes and, when truly enraged, volcanoes.

Bio: The Land has slept long, for all it desires is to be one with the world and to allow it's dreams to fill the whole world with life. But even as it sleeps, it can feels it's old rivals moving against it, and it knows he must do battle with them before the destroy all that it loves.
And so the very mountains march, as Old Hill Bones rises to meet this threat to his dreams.

Spoiler: SkyeNeko

Name: Like most gods, the water goddess had gone by several names. The one she likes the most is Amphitrite, the name she had been called by the ancient Greeks.

Element: Water

Realm: Amphitrite is present in every drop of water, from the ocean to the lakes to the rain, however she concentrates her consciousness in the abyss at the very bottom of the ocean.
Physical form: Amphitrite has 2 forms: one of them is that of a woman with long hair, with her top half extending out of the water some 30 feet. She is translucent, molded from the waves themselves, and her bottom half is fused with the water. She has ancient markings on her face that glow a pale blue, like moonlight. Her other form is that of a great dragon, its size only restricted by the amount of water it can draw in. It has 7 heads from the 7 seas, and heavy claws made fashioned from coral.

Fighting Style/Powers: Amphitrite does not fight in her first form, relying more on negotiation and non-violence. In her second form, she can form huge tsunamis as that travel as fast as a jet plane, with the height again restricted by the amount of water present (for example if she creates the biggest wave, her form will become very small). She can form whirlpools that can drag you to the bottom of the sea (average depth of the sea is 12k feet. Good luck. Mwahaha.) Each of the dragon heads have sharp teeth made of the bones of various sea animals, and the claws. If a head is severed, she can regenerate it as soon as it comes back into contact with the water again, so she can also heal cuts easily.

Bio: Amphitrite blamed herself for the demise of the human race (humans are ~60% water after all) and tries to think of ways she could have saved them, despite the fact that she had suffered the brunt of humanities evils. They hunted and killed all of her residents, they poisoned her with toxic chemicals, and they were never grateful. Still, she felt a bond with them, and longed for them to return to their original homes in the sea.

Spoiler: Link_To_Future

Name: Velox Vulpes

Element: Fire

Realm: Deep within the sun-scorched sands of the Sahara Desert.

Physical form: In one of the old tongues Velox Vulpes literally meant "Swift Fox", and such is reflected in his form. When merely walking amongst the earth, V.V. takes the form of a fox about three times the height of an average human (about 18' from tail to nose). Small columns of smoke are emitted from his burnt orange mane as he walks. Although he is physically far smaller than the other Colossi, his powers and speed far make up for it.

Fighting Style/Powers: V.V. is physically very weak compared to the other Colossi but his powers lie in other techniques. When running at full tilt V.V. is able to maintain speeds just under Mach 1 for around an hour. Also, his skill with flamecraft is only limited by the amount of oxygen around him and his ability to focus on it. These skills allow him to engulf himself in flames many magnitudes his own size and move these fiery creations at extreme speeds. Because of this, V.V. views his combat in a very artistic way. One of his favorite techniques is to craft his feverish creations into highly intimidating forms (fiery dragons, blazing wolves, etc.) to catch his opponent off guard. Since his ability only creates fiery constructs without an actual physical body, V.V. is also able to completely engulf opponents in his burning forms. When the time calls for it, V.V. also has the ability to cause his entire body to erupt into magma, swelling his physical form up to 3000 times his original size. The air quickly cools the outer layer of magma, creating a protective shell of rock giving him considerable strength and defense. This power comes with a serious trade off. V.V. loses his speed in this form and his flame conjuring abilities lose their finesse making him unable to create flames up to his stylistic standards.

Bio: Contrary to what one may expect from his element, Velox Vulpes is very calm and collected in all of his dealings with both Colossi and humans. Rage very rarely burns in his eyes. If anything truly plagues the swift fox, it is his great arrogance and his love of the art of fighting. Great care and pride is taken in his battle strategies and the art he creates on the battlefield. He is also proud of his shrewdness in his dealings with man, first teaching them to use flame many millennia ago and then guiding them to attribute it to a fictional "titan". He also guided a massive exodus of slaves from a desert land by way of a flaming pillar to their promised land, never actually exposing his physical form to them. For the last several centuries V.V. has not revealed himself to anyone, contenting himself to focus on improving his pyromancing abilities in solitude over the sun-baked sands of the desert. Little does he know how soon he will have to put these skills to good use...

 

[The Clown]

[HEADING=1]Colossus - War of The Gods[/HEADING]

The Human race was always destined to fail. A brief glimmer of fire in a gigantic dancing never-ending clockwork.

The Colossi were there from the beginning, but not in their known form, at the beginning all the elements worked in utter harmony, a single entity ruling over all. Many human cultures called it God, in a way they were right to. Throughout human history people have worshipped the elements, there were those who worshipped the sun for the driving power it had, there were those who praised the water for her sustenance, however you want to look at it, the elements were and still are Gods, driving the world.

The human race reached its zenith quickly and to the gods, rather unexpectedly, they rose, and just as quickly fell, leaving the world desolate and maimed from their self conjured flames. After a time the God tired of nothingness, so upset with his failure he drew into himself, feeling the dying screams of the entire human race. He fractured from the pain, his mind and form splitting into the elements over which they had ruled. With the Human race long gone, only ruins and wounds covering the earth left, the Colossi once again roamed the earth.

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Now the earth stands on the brink of rebirth, a new age of beings inches away from creation, but without a ruler they are helpless, godless. They are no more than blind screaming wretches, no purpose or thought. Now the colossi must fight, fight for the right to rule once again, fight for their element to reign supreme over the new ages. The age that had just past was the age of light and fire, the sun controlling all elements, heating and cooling the others at will, but all of this is soon to change.

Now the colossi gather, all pulled towards a point. The earth's form has changed much since the humans, the continents have shifted, but you may think of their location as what used to be Europe, but America has crashed into it, almost merging them. The battleground is a mixture of the age old deserts of the sahara, the mountains of the alps, the great atlantic waters, lava and fire from the meeting of the continents, and the cold of the north.

The mist has cleared, the war has begun.

 

[Link_to_Future]

A large pale moon cast an eerie glow over the desert sands. During the day the heat of the desert sun made the scorching heat unbearable to most living creatures. The night was another beast entirely. No precipitation meant no cloud cover. No cloud cover meant all the heat of the day escaped leaving nothing but a surprising chill.

Velox Vulpes was no fan of the cold. He had always dealt in matters of the flame so higher temperatures were certainly more his speed. However, the cool of the evening made for an excellent time to practice. In his mind practicing under unfavorable conditions would only strengthen his abilities when all the factors were in his favor.

A column of flame shot into the air casting a brilliant light over the steeply drifting dunes. At first the blaze was chaotic and unfocused, merely a burning pillar in the sky. Gradually the shape of the inferno tightened and spiraled, forming an enormous corkscrew-like form. This display was held for several minutes before suddenly condensing into itself and collapsing into nothing.

V stretched his sleek body, arching his back and releasing a ring of smoke with a wide yawn. This had always been a favorite exercise of his. It allowed him to focus on creating details in the flame and sculpt more intricate shapes on command. For V, the flame was the ultimate canvas. To focus on only the raw destructive power was to miss the point. He enjoyed the symmetry in creating order from a force of chaos.

Beauty that I haven't shared with anyone in ages...

This was about to change though. The fox could feel it. Something big was on the horizon. He just wasn't sure what yet.

 

[SkyeNeko]

There was something sinister in the air. This much, she could tell. Amphitrite stirred within the dark abyss, her eyes glowing in the murky depths. With a powerful lunge, she propelled herself to the surface. The sky was dark and there was no sun. Sighing, Amphitrite swam.

She swam for miles and miles before coming across any semblance of land. The sky above her cracked with electricity, just as it had been thousands of years ago. The elements were at war again, and it pained her to see it. Were they all not but members of the same body? What did it matter to her that another would rule the world?

Amphitrite drew her transparent body onto land, pulling herself out of her familiar realm. Not so naive that she trusted the other collosi, she walked near the shore, ready to flee at any given moment. This area was rather rocky, but beyond that there was a desert. It was definitely not one of her favorite places.

In the distance, she saw a large pillar of fire. It reminded her of the sun: it was very bright and very warm. At her current size, she knew that it would be dangerous to approach this collosi, but it had been eons since she had seen anything like it. Amphitrite walked slowly towards the light, keeping a growing river behind her in case the creator of this brilliant work was aggressive.

 

[The Clown]

As Amphitrite walked towards her fire, the river trailing behind her, a small bunch of wretched, black-skinned, hunched beings, some of the only remaining creatures began to race towards the water. hey had not had a drink in days, they leapt on the river and began to drink ferociously.

 

[SkyeNeko]

Amphitrite jumped back into the river, startled by these new creatures. She swam up slowly to watch them drink. They were in bad condition, dehydrated and probably starving too. She sniffed, trying not to salt the water with tears while they were drinking. What had this place come to? Slowly, but remaining in the water, the colossus inched her way closer to the fire.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

The ruins of the city stood silent, a far cry from the bustling life they had once held. Instead now they stood as the final monument to humankind's achievements. But it would not last forever. Much of the organic material had long since rotted away, but the city still continued to fall apart. The rusted hulks of cars littered the streets while buildings everywhere were slowly crumbling and falling. New life had begun to find it's way into the great ruins, with small animals running through the rubble and plants finding purchase amongst the concrete. But in the end the ruins were still a place of death, nothing more than the carcass of human civilization itself.

"Annnd itt too sshhaalll rrroott awaaay..."

The harsh weeze escaping the lips of the being slowly striding through the streets would have scared away any animal close by, if any had decided to stay nearby. Most keep their distance with the same instinct that would keep them away from a corpse. Of that Dreth was thankful for. He had little interest in whatever feed itself on body of society. The cities had been more accommodating to Dreth when the bodies lay in the streets and the food rotted in their shelves. It was then that decay was at its greatest, destroying everything. But now all that was left was the material that would take time disappear.

Normally Dreth would have started to return to his state of slumber until a time of great ending was again upon the world, but this time something was different. He felt more aware and active. It was those others. The ones like him who weilded great power. He could sense them and it made him uneasy. There were times when one or two would be active, but now all of them were awakening fully. Something was bound to happen.

"Whaattevverr dddoess, Iee will be att thhe enndd of itt."

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Glacia stood up, stretching her body as she formed an ice scythe in her hand, holding it with both as she stood on what was once the peak of Mount Everest. A challenge for many to climb, when there were still humans to climb it. For the colossi, it was far from difficult. A leisurely stroll, if that. Her red eyes, in sharp contrast to her pale skin, looked around the land beneath her. The others were around. It was time for her to prepare for the battle of a lifetime. Turning to the ice on the ground, she created an animated training dummy out of ice, then started slashing with her scythe. She was a bit rusty, and that bit could eliminate her if she was careless.

 

[The Clown]

Above the dark clouds there was a rumble of thunder, a red glow shone from the centre of a huge spiral of cloud. There was a spark of red lightning which arced across the sky and struck dreth in the chest, it twisted and flashed, as did dreth's form. He became one with the arc and was pulled up with it, far into the distance.

Back in the desert the red lightning struck, leaving dreth in the centre of a crater the size of a stadium, he was disorientated but unharmed. Amphitrite and V saw the strike on the horizon.

 

[Xero Scythe]

The lightning crackled through the sky, surging and then fading, almost as if the lightning itself had a pulse. Suddenly all the arcs swerved away from the ground and back into the sky at a single point. The lightning faded away completely for a heartbeat.

Then came the pillar.

All the lightning had gathered together, and now the heavens were ready to let loose with their fury. The clouds were vaporized around the area, creating a hole for the wrath of the lightning to pass through unhindered. The pillar hit the ground, crackling, seeming to grow solid. The core seemed to grow darker, and the rest of this insane amount of energy was slowly drawn into the solid core. The pillar began to die down, revealing a man within, the size of the extinct humans. His skin crackled with electricity as the lightning stopped rampaging through the heavens. At that moment, Adtonitus woke up fully and faced The Question. He had run free within the mind of the Creator, and loved to share his fleetness of though with the humans occasionally, gifting one now and again with such acumen that all others would stand in awe. "Why did it have to end like this?" The Question asked. The Creator was not able to answer before, and now neither was Adtonitus. He looked off into the distance before seeing a pillar of flame. "The Will and Desires of the Creator." Adtonitus muttered, trying out his voice one more. "That is one. Where are the other Fragments of the Creator?" He asked himself.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

Thunder rumbled in the dark sky above Dreth, but he paid it no heed. It was only when he felt a sensation unlike any he had felt before did he take notice. Around him the city seemed to fade into bright red light, but almost as soon as it had appeared the red light disappeared. In its place was not the ruins Dreth had recently stalked through, but huge crater. As Dreth began to take in his surrounding he realized he was currently in a desert. It must of had something to do with the odd storm.

Whatever events would pass with the interaction of the Colossi, they would no doubt be passing very soon.

 

[Link_to_Future]

V paused for a moment, trying to decide what his next exercise would be. So many possibilities, so many combinations. It was almost overwhelming.

Suddenly a slight smirk crossed the fox's face.

I have a feeling that I may be on the move tomorrow. Might as well go big.


Just as V was about to begin again his attention was broken by a lightning bolt.

Hmm...it's already beginning. Probably should keep a low profile for now.

Extinguishing all open flames that could be traced to him, V began silently walking toward where the bolt hit. Best to approach quietly and assess the situation.

 

[ninja555]

Deep under the Earth's crust, in the molten outer core, an intelligence stirred. Unusaul pulses from the surface were reaching down into the depths of the Earth. The main intelligence was soon joined by other intelligences. Amongst the molten metal a small room was formed and two metal elementals stepped into it. They wore the basic shape of a human but were completely featureless.

"Our worst fear has come to pass. The gods have awakened putting the planet in jeopardy."
"Swift action will be required. How soon can Legion be prepared?"
"Legion is preparing as we speak. What remains in doubt is whether we can match the power of the other gods?"
"Our numbers are great and our power is beyond measure. The gods are single entities we are many. We will overcome any obstacle."
"There is still a chance that Legion may fail."
"Then the entity trapped within the planet's core will be our saviour. We are close to freeing it and with it's help the planet will be purged of the gods and returned to a state of peace."
"I hope you're right."

The room and the elementals disolved back into the stream. On the surface a thick stream of molten lava began to form itself into a humanoid shape, growing slowly larger as time passed.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Deep in the galaxy's pitch black heart, an ancient shadow awakened. And it was hungry. It scanned the galaxy surrounding it for new life to devour... to its delight, it detected a large gathering of other beings of incredible power. The shadow soared through space faster than light towards this new nexus of power. Its hunger would not be denied.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

Deciding that it would be better to have a good view of his surroundings, Dreth began to leave the crater. While the size of it would have been difficult for a human, it was only a short climb for the Colossus. Finally reaching the edge of the crater, Dreth hauled himself out and stared out across the sandy wastes. The being of Decay did not know what to make of the desert. While there was little life here and even the land itself was subject to change, there was also little death and always more sand. Dreth decided that he liked the swamps and city ruins better.

Better start heading back. Or perhaps anywhere else seeing as I don't quite know where I am.

 

[SkyeNeko]

The beautiful fire had disappeared. The landscape was dark again. Amphitrite stifled a small cry. Where had it gone? She hadn't seen the light in such a long time. Disregarding the things that gathered at the hems of her dress, she went forward, determined to find the familiar warmth.

Come back! Please I won't hurt you...

She continued to trudge slowly through the sand, her long skirt flowing behind her.

 

[Link_to_Future]

V darted silently over the cool sands, taking care not to make any sort of undue spectacle. The others were on the move already, he was certain of it. Being caught off guard by one of them would be the worst possible scenario.

Suddenly, V was stopped in his tracks by a most unfamiliar sight.

A...river? Growing before my eyes?

Seems as though I may have found someone already.

He took a quick note of surroundings to try and deduce the nature of this new information. The river cutting it's way into the desert certainly suggested a being attuned with water...but what were those shadowy creatures following along side it?

V stalked silently, waiting to see if this could be a potentially hostile situation.

 

[TheDoctor455]

After a few minutes, Executor finally reached the world that was playing host to so many powerful beings. Executor landed just above a cliff's edge where They could see a strange hunched-back THING standing there. Executor decided to address it.

"We are Executor,and this world will feed us."

 

[A Gent of Villainous Intent]

Above the rest of his kin, Tempest stood alone. His domain remained his, with the earth green and the clouds pure white. His feathers ruffled as the wind picked up around him, and despite his best efforts to stay asleep, the itch of the war drew him from his slumber. He stretched his wings wide and opened his beak, letting loose an ear-splitting shreik that sounded like a hurricane's wind. Jumping from his roost, Tempest swooped through the clouds and began speeding through the air, first looking for one he could call his ally, and not his enemies.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

'We are Executor and this world will feed us.'

Dreth whorled around at a speed he had yet shown. Sitting on a cliff was an enormous black being well over twice Dreth's height. He could tell immediatly this thing was the closest thing to kin he had, another Colossus. While it's current demeanor was not hostile, it's statement still held threat.

"Annd whhatt wiilll yoou fffeedd upoonn? Thhe worrldd itsssellfff? Orr ddoo yoou ssseek grrreatterr prrey?"