Roleplay: Gods of Shadow

Note: This roleplay will contain exteme violence and gore. No little ponies and flowers here.
Note 2: In this Roleplay, you get to be evil. That's right, you're bio must be that of a hellish being summoned from the Underworld.
Note 3: Any being, no matter how powerful can be used. And it doesn't matter where you get him/her/it from. It can be from a film, book, series, other fic, other roleplay if you want. Anything. Of course, the bio must be good.


Long ago, in the world of Terram where peace reigned supreme, one could travel from one of it's silent woods to a snow capped mountain and not put him or herself in danger. War was uncommon and the communities each had their own defenders, though they were rarely ever needed. Villages and towns all lived alongside one another and aided each other in conflicts or with other problems. Terram could truly be described as a paradise.
One man, rejected by his family, friends and society, hated his world, and wanted to see it perish. His name was Tomarx, and for years he studied spells and summonings to help him open the legendary gate to the Underworld, Home to the banished souls of almighty beings that had terrorised the infinite realms connected to the joint dimension. His researching paid off. In an ancient temple that belonged to a previous era he conducted a ritual, a ritual of sacrifice. Tomarx had collected pure souls drom across the lands and gathered them in one place, injured and defenceless. With one quick spell of death, dozens were slaughtered, their souls offered up to the temple's statues. Dark energy burst from each of them, and in the centre of the room a large, hellish gateway was awakened. From this portal, the most powerful beings from the Underworld would emerge and unleash chaos upon Terram. The first of these was Cataclysm, who would surely be followed by others....

Name: Cataclysm
Age: 4054
Height: 8'5
Weight: 275 lbs
Weapons: Cataclysm was once the harbinger of chaos in his own world, where he used the four chain blades of darkness known as The Reapers, capable of ripping a being's soul out from beneath it's skin. Cataclysm can control his blades that are embedded into his arms even once they have left his grasp and can use them for stangulation, torture and anything else he deems necessary.
Skills: Though he was once a God in his own realm, he lost a small portion of his power as he transcended the dimensions into Terram. Now, his powers are limited to possesion and manipulation. In other words, he is able to control weak minds and/or, force living or non living things to bend to his own will. Though he treasures these abilities, his most prized skill is his power to animate the dead or inert things around him. Though the quantity of things he can hold under his control at one time is limited.
Magic: The main elements in the world are not under Cataclysm's control. The only power he is capable of using is that of gravity to a hight extent. His magic is capable of crushing, levitating, throwing etc. and has been a useful asset to him many times during his ancient dominance.
Personality: Cataclysm is perhaps the most egotistical being that ever exsited in his own world, never believing in his own defeat and thinking that he can overcome any oppponent. Like any true evil creature, he is merciless in combat and derives pleasure from death and chaos. One downside to this personality is the fact that he is easily distracted from his main objective and will often consider his own pleasure to be more important than the mission he sets himself. Cataclysm will never take orders from anything lower than himself, though he is not stupid. If anything or anyone with similar intentions to his own can aid him in any way he will often form an alliance for his own benefit.
Appearance: A manifestation of darkness, Cataclysm is completely black apart from his eyes, which burn with a red fury. Spikes and horns cover his entire body and intimidate almost any opponent when he approaches. The dark blades that hang from his two arms float in the air above his shoulders, two on each side, writhing around as if itching for blood. The only part of Cataclysm's body, apart from his eyes, that isn't black are his four golden wings that spread outwards from his back in a cross. Though they seem powerful, they cannot be used in any offensive or defensive way for they are delicate and fragile. Their only function it to give Cataclysm rapid movement using impulsations and of course, the ability to fly. On his body he wears no clothes except for mutilated armour to cover his "weak areas" that is almost undistinguishable from the rest of his armoured skin. His body is completely muscle though this canot be seen, due to his unsymmetrical and mutated black shape.
History: Like all powerful creatures, Cataclysm was born in the joint dimension, created by the Lord of all himself. The moment he was created, he had obtained full power and shape, and was sent to the world of Martril where he rose up during the chaos of war and expelled peace from the land. For over two milleniums he reigned over the land, torturing and enslaving the human-like cretaures that lived there. Monuments were constructed in his name, and numerous powerful warriors came from him to try and stop his reign of fear. From each one, he reaped their souls and entrapped them inside his blades where they would stay forever like all the men he had slain. As the Martril resistance drew to an end, a group of powerful fighters rose up with an unstoppable power and were locked in a battle that seemed to last an eternity with Cataclysm. In the end, they sacrificed themselves, and summoned an unknown power to destroy Cataclysm and send him to back to the Underworld. In this world, he spent centuries, living in darkness with only the company of other creatures such as himself. Each of them locked in a continous fight that would never end. He also participated. Then, one day, the darkness was split open. Before him was a gateway to another world. Not knowing what would happen, he took his chances to escape from the Underworld, and entered Terram. The place where Tomarx had summoned him.


« Last edited by tomsmiley18 on Apr 30th 2007 »

Bad-ass characters unleashed eh? I'll have some of that.

Name: Nightmare
Age: Existed since ancient times as Soul Edge
Height: 5?6?
Weight: 209 lbs
Weapons: Phantom Soul Edge. After being resurrected, he created this from the memories of his armour. It resembles Soul Edge, but is completely red with a black eye surrounded by a deep purple. It is a balanced weapon, but pale in comparison to the real Soul Edge?s power.
Skills: Nightmare can create shockwaves and explosions from his body. He can also summon electricity to strike through him and in to his opponent. He generally steals the soul of his victims to fuel his own evil power. His mutated arm has several claws along it, so he can slash the opponent with these.
Magic: He can transfer the evil power within Soul Edge through his attacks, corrupting their blood if it goes unnoticed. He is also able to corrupt any human or animal in to being his slave just by touching them. All other magic related powers are mentioned above.
Appearance: He wears Azure coloured armour all over, which is where he got his nickname ?The Azure Knight?. His helmet features a large horn and has a wide enough hole to see his glowing red eyes and greenish brown skin out of. His right arm is hideously mutated, with three claws and what resembles a set of teeth on his shoulder and the front of his chest armour, which the mutation spreads to. There are two claws above his shoulder teeth and horns on his back.
Personality: Merciless and always seeming ****** off, very few people who get within his sight live much longer. He thinks that all humans are scum and their only purpose in live is to be his sustenance.
History: Nightmare existed for centuries, though only as the sword Soul Edge. When a man called Siegfried Schtauffen took Soul Edge from the now dead Cervantes De Leon, previous wielder of the blade, it took over the man?s body, giving birth to the Azure Knight. For three years Nightmare stormed Europe, taking souls to help restore Soul Edge to full power. Before this could be finished, Nightmare was destroyed by a girl named Xianghua, who wielded Soul Calibur at the time. Siegfried regained his body, but Nightmare slowly regained his grasp on him. After four years, he was back, ready to fully restore Soul Edge. After going around the world, collecting some of the fragments of Soul Edge, he returned to Ostrheinsburg chapel for the final ceremony to fully restore Soul Edge. When he got there, he was attacked by two children, each he had fought a few times before. After distracting them by turning them on each other, he transported them to the Tartaros Wasteland so he could finish Soul Edge?s resurrection. As he started, a French man appeared and attacked him, though was quickly defeated. When away to finish him off, Siegfried rebelled from within him and reclaimed his body. Nightmare remained within what remained of his armour for some time until revived by a strange force?

((Edited hope its ok))
Name:Draco
Age:18
Height:6'10
Weight:180 lbs
Weapons:Draco has a few weapons, including his body.Draco's fangs are as sharp as a sharks and as tough as steel and also have extremely powerful venom in them, he has spikes growing out of his back, which when he rolls into a ball he can use to slice anything they touch in half.He has a short sword on his back which he rarely uses but it can slice a rock in half.
Skills:As he is a snake like creature Draco can dislocate his jaws to swallow things whole, he can make holes appear anywhere in the ground and can easily escape or hide in them and can retract his arms and legs into his body to crawl around without making a sound before he kills enemies.Draco's eyes can strike fear into the heart of moretals if they look directly into them.
Magic:Draco has a power over the earth element of magic and can use it for various things like making the earth around him change shape to protect him to even making a giant golem of rocks to fight for him.
Personality:Draco gets pleasure from killing his enemies, normally as he gets to eat their bodies after as well he is smart enough to know when he should run from a fight and loves to toy with enemies before he kills them, he will not recignise anyone who is weaker than him but will respect those stronger than him.
Appearance:Draco's face looks like a snakes and is eyes are a dark shade of yellow, while his fangs look like a grey clour which are darkgreen at the bottom, where the venom in them is kept.His body is darkgreen all over except for the black stripe he has going down the middle of his body on his back.He has black claws on his arms and legs while he has black spikes growing out of his back which start at his head and end at his tail which is of a long lenth and has two large spikes growing from the side it to.
History:Draco was born in the joint dimension like many creatures and had all his powers when he was created.He always killed anything he saw which he thought was weaker than himself, though he would always avoid angering Cataclysm because he didn't want to end up like the others Cataclysm had killed.Then when a gateway to another world opened, he decided to go through to see what the creatures there were like and kill them.

« Last edited by Pooly on May 1st 2007 »

This Roleplay is for almighty, death bringing gods. Hence the name. Not puny humans with a vengeance.

Cery: Nightmare? That has to almost the perfect figure of evil for this Roleplay. Great character. You are of course, in.

I'll give it a go the first time on SC mind you

Name: Fang
Age:21
Hieght:6'6
Weight:155
Weapons: Fang use's his incredibly strong teeth to bite threw your bone, He also use's his sharp claws to rip you open, when he is in his human form he used magic and is trusty sword of revenge, to summon his woolf friends as a emergancy call, but he is more powerful when he is in his wolf form.
Magic: At any time he can transform into a mutated WereWolf, When he is in his human form he can cast spells that include's Crushing, levitating, throwing, smacking, and destroying
Personality: Sinse as a child Fang's parent's left him when he was 5, he has has had anger and hatred for all who stand in his way, he is also the quiet and strong guy, he was once the god of revenge untill he was over throwened, and sweared revenge on his
Appearance: In human form Fang has long black hair, blue eyes, and a smell for death, his clothes are all ragged and riped. In wolf form Fang has black fur and Peircing black eyes full of revenge.
History:Fang got bitten by a WereWolf when he was 11 and was scared for life with it, but one day he was in his wolf form when he fell into toxic waste and turned evil. When he was 15 Satin made him the god of revenge buth when he was 20 he got replaced by a wizard of dark socerory, on that day he swore revenge on his parents, and the wizard.
Where he live's: He lives in a city of chaos full of destruction, every where you walk there a building falling more almost falling, The city is called Semdrex
Where he want's to live: He wants to go a world called Earth to destroy it and make everyone his slave.
Perpoise:To get revenge on the Wizard and his parents. Also to enslave all of Earth so he can be the God of Revenge again.

« Last edited by Twilight Man on Apr 30th 2007 »

Twilight Man, your bio fails on many levels. Access denied.

And the fact that I give a damn must mean... I'm joining.


Name: Lowthos the Destroyer
Age: 6127
Height: 9'3
Weight: 552 lbs
Weapons: Elemos Weapon, a magical gauntlet created by the Elementals during a war against the Lord of Hell and given to Lowthos. It contains the pure essences of fire, water, thunder, earth, wind and light, and can exert devastating control over these forces at Lowthos's command.
Magic: The aforementioned devastating control over the Elements.
Skills: Lowthos is absurdly strong, owing largely to its unusual physical composition. It puts this strength to good use in hand-to-hand combat, in which it is virtually unstoppable.
Appearance: Lowthos bears the general shape of a human, though much bulkier. Its skin is composed of a black, rock-like substance, which can dissolve at will into a gaseous form. Yellow eyes and razor-sharp teeth add to the terrifying image, as well as a pair of large, pale grey horns. At one stage in its existence, it bore four blood-red tentacles on its back, but prefers to keep these hidden for sake of appearances, though they are still occasionally used in combat.
Personality: In contrast with its intimidating appearance and sinister background, Lowthos is highly sarcastic and quick-witted, and is often a bit of a joker. It dislikes being lied to or manipulated, and often pretends to be much more aggressive than it actually is to prevent arguments.
History: At the dawn of time, there were nine major deities involved in the creation of all things; the six Elemental Deities, led by J'maar'I, who planned the creation of the physical dimension, and the three Dark Ones, led by Draco Zahdu, who opposed it. Lowthos was the second Dark One, and Draco Zahdu's trusted advisor; when war broke out among the Gods, he assisted in the creation of the demons known as Lomek, Zahfak Styvano and Pandaemonium, and single-handedly defeated the God of Fire, Infirit, casting him down into the void that would eventually become Hell. The war was eventually resolved with Draco Zahdu's defeat, and centuries passed before Lowthos was summoned by the Elementals to aid them in battle against Infirit - now the Lord of Hell. He was given Elemos Weapon to aid him in this task, but it malfunctioned and killed both Lowthos and Infirit. For thousands of years he waited in the Valley of the Damned, plotting his revenge while drawing on the Valley's energy to fuel Elemos Weapon. Now, at last, he returns to the physical world...

« Last edited by Pandaemonium on May 1st 2007 »

Pooly, I will let you in, but you must seriously up your Roleplaying level if you want to stay here.

Twilight man, you should read the start of The Panda's post.

Panaemonium, you already knew, but you're in.

Ok I need to make better bios I'm not that good at making uber evil characters so If you want to kick me out then I agree with you.

If you say so.

Pooly, I hereby kick you out.

Meh Ok then looks like I need better bios.

Name: Darien (surname nonexistent)
Sex: Male
Age: 8742
Height: 9?1?
Weight: 583 lbs.
Weapons: Telzara; a pair of impenetrable gauntlets and greaves resting over his hands and feet. Both are accurately gold-trimmed, while bearing razor-sharp spikes at the front to inflict close-combat damage. Each have been enchanted with harnessed energy from five components of the elemental spectrum ? wind, earth, fire, water, and darkness - and can be used to manipulate these elements into diverse forms.
Skills: Thanks to his control over wind and electricity, Darien?s body is capable of moving very swiftly at very high speed if necessary; in addition, his earthly defense makes him very difficult to damage and increases his brute strength by a large margin. His psychic power is marveling and can be manipulated to create mental barricades and levitate the body if necessary, but has reached such extents as possession of feeble-minded creatures and telepathy.
Magic: Full manipulation of wind, earth, fire, water, and darkness to many extents; whether to affect weather, bodily strength, defend or inflict damage in combat. He has also been known to manufacture weapons with this energy.
Appearance: Greatly beyond human capability in height ? slightly over nine feet tall, but defined well in terms of curve and muscle tone. Has a humanlike body, however, with pale white skin over a face of emotionless crimson eyes and thick black hair that falls in bangs down to his brows. Gold-trimmed gauntlets and greaves are fitted over his hands and feet respectively (see above), and are accentuated by a black robe (capable of being reinforced by manufactured metal into armor if necessary) and cape that fall down to his ankles.
Personality: Very calm and calculated, even in the most grave of situations; highly manipulative, and capable of convincing some of the most antagonistic people to surrender. Has a methodical approach to almost every situation, but sarcastic in irritating circumstances.
History: Darien was created at the dawn of time as one of the six Gods of balance; Pyrana of Fire, Aquea of Water, Mazera of Wind, Trevon of Earth, and Illura of Light ruled the physical world alongside him, ensuring that life was given and taken at a calm pace and keeping the weather in check for as long as was possible. Then, however, Darien decided to create a war amongst most of the global armies by spreading a veil of dark energy named the Black Fever across a certain group of people; this affliction turned them into heartless servants of his council, who would kill with inherited black magic until their fever killed them in time. After a Black Wizard named Jerez Majure became infected with the Fever and later discovered Illura?s hidden energy reserve (named Vazenar), the White Kingdom became feeble enough to overpower by Darien. Soon enough, it was, and the Black God utilized this power to imprison each Elemental God in a gate at a different corner of the physical world before retreating to the Underworld after being overpowered by a group of warriors with the combined strength of the then freed Elementals? then, however, the gate to his prison was opened, and he stepped out stronger than ever to reign once more.

Good. More than enough people have joined. The Roleplay shall begin tomorrow.

Cipher, you have been accepted.

« Last edited by tomsmiley18 on May 2nd 2007 »

Extreme Blood and Gore? Fun.

Name: Nakamuro
Age: 975 (is that too young?)
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 193 lbs
Weapons: Naka is denfintly short of weapons Only having a Kunai and A katana. But there is a catch in his weapons, If anything with a soul gets sliced with either blade, their soul is absorbed into it, for forever torment. He Hold his Katana upright and Kunai downright. Other than that he uses fighting.
Skills: His right eye is denfinetly his greatest advantage towards his enemies. It was a gift from the lords, the Xanji Eye. With it he can see everything about his enimes, their past, their weaknesses, strengths, what they pan to do next ect. The fact that he is light and has less equipment, means he can go at extrodianry speeds.
Magic:He can summon the sould he has trapped to use them for his own bidding.
Apperance: This mask and a dark red robe, which is teared at the bottom. Under he wears light armor. He has a Human aperance.
Personality: Indiffent. He usually doesn't care about anything, but when he heard about the soon to be destrucion of Terram, he decided that he would join.
History: By age, you can tell he is younger than all the others. He was created to protect a certain planet in a far of Galaxy, but he refused. After destoying the whole solar system he was finally banished to the underworld, where he waits to be unleashed.

Sorry the bio is a little short, I couldn't think of anything.


« Last edited by Xeta on May 1st 2007 »

((Teh CC is in,I hope))

Name:Tsubasa
Age:3047
Height:6'4
Weight:197 lbs.
Weapons:A giant feathered edge sword that seathes on his back.He also has dagger in which he assassinated the 7th King of the End with.
Skills:He lives up to his name which means 'wings'.He uses the Gift from the 4th King of the End,his father.His wings are his key weapons of mass destruction. It is also important he keeps them in tack,or else it is the end for him. Tsu is also very fast. He was the very fastest in the village he lived named the End. It was said in the End that if he tried his very best he would be seen as a blur. If he uses his flight power and his speed it is sure to be the end of his opponent.
Appereance:A whiteish-beige hair color that has calmed more and moved more towards his forehead,because he has not foughten recently and the wind pressing against him while flying or running bends it backwards.He has a very relaxed looking face somewhat like a human's face.He has a tainted shirt with a scarve diagnolly crossed down his body.Tsu's pants are very rare and special which were made by the 7 kings of the End,which are made of the finest silk known to all of the Men,Women,and the Uknown.On the outside however you could never tell the inside was this kind of silk,the outside consists of the King Red Dragoon's hardest scales which were worn to a thin layer which were reinforced by steel plates which were torched together and sewn to the silk.
Personality:"Tsu",the nickname his friends gave him,is very outgoing,if he could do one thing for the rest of his life it would be to party.He is very popular too,before he makes it to the party,everyone wonders where Tsu is and how they can't wait.They like him so much becuase he is very funny,smart,and good-looking.He makes jokes every single moment it's necessary.He is always the one who has to fix things if something breaks something,or if somebody's ready to break someone else.
History:His father was the 4th king of the End and was the most popular,well known King.His mother was part of the resistance against the government until she met the Fourth.Tsu's father died and his mother was assassinated and he now forever hateful for his mother assassin and the Group the assassin was apart of.

An' here comes Shad... Zai's been waitin' for his time to shine. =]

Name: Zai Reiokan
Age: Unknown
Height: Calm form- 6 ft
War form- 8 ft 5
Weight: Calm form- 158 lbs
War form- 392 lbs

Appearance: Generally all black, wears a black cape, has dark armor on, blue glowin' eyes.
Calm form- Simple as stated above. Lil tiny spikes too.
War form- Spikes are shown all over, red eyes, hands become sharper kinda like claws, aura is shown. He stands sorta hunched over, but can rise an' attack. Black demon wings too.

Weapons: Chains, spikes, hands, random things.

Skills: Time manipulation, brain control, nature shiftin'.

Magic: Elemental attacks/ earth-based attacks, demon summons, Spirit Flare, Shadow's Fire, Shadow Flare, Demon Buster, Spirit Cannon, Spirit Crusher, Demon Crusher (his ultimate attack).

Personality: Emotionless. When in war form will mindlessly kill, sometimes even allies.

History: As lord of demons Zai had it made. Control over all darkness, virtually limitless powers. This reign was cut after a war with the light, in which Zai fell at the hands of his foes. They sacrificed his body an' stored the ashes, along with his demonic pendant which provided him extra power but couldn't be destroyed, in a dungeon dug especially for him beneath the earth. His soul guards the tomb in which he now rests.

Something I want clarified to conform with RP rules, although I will also post a bio: God-Modding... it's called "God"-Modding for a reason. We all seem to be Uber-Demons of destruction or something close to that and we're expected to uber-bomb a world of piece and prosperity with a few villagers guarding each village that rarely get into battle? How are we meant to get hurt? If there's no opportunity to get hurt and we spend the entire RP breezing through without trouble, I do beleive that in itself is god-modding.
Anyway, because this is the opportunity to not use a human:

Name: Vern; Otherworld Spirit
Age: 3451
Height: 6'5
Weight: 0 lbs
Weapons: Raithwall: A legendary scythe given to him when he was a young boy, it bound to his soul on contact and has since stayed with him throughout his life and the years well beyond it.
Skills: Vern was well known to be extremely difficult to fight among his friends for his sheer reflexes, he was lightning fast compared to any other person he had ever come across in combat.
Magic: Vern posseses many abilities. He is able to phase through anything by focusing his power to make him temporarily transperant once more; this also allows him to have attacks pass right through him in combat, although he can't swing his weapon at the same time; moving around being the only thing he has the ability to juggle along with the focus he needs to control his transperancy. He is also able to teleport at will to the location of any object or person, as well as any location given that he knows what it/they look(s) like. Along with this Vern can read all minds, and damage people with his mental abilities. All in all, his abilities can be summed up as those related to the power of the mind, however telekesis is not a power he possesses.
Personality: Vern is a powerful Otherworld spirit and as Otherworld spirits tend to do, he has immense personal pride. He is determined to handle any situation and overcome all odds. He has the confidence in himself and his abilitied to be a leader, however the job he believes would distract him and is instead focused more on aiding causes than leading them. To those he knows, he's rather "friendly" however... friendly is a loose term given to a spirit of the Otherworld.
Appearance: Vern is of human appearance, being slightly taller than the average human is. He wears robes that cover his entire body and only his gloves and boots can be seen otherwise. His face is covered with a black tatoo design, although it does not cover all of his face and instead, acts as a symbol of who he is, as opposed to what he looks like. He has brown spiky hair, however as a spirit, the one thing that he can not take off is his hood and such, his eyes, nor major facial details or his hair are ever seen. He bears a large scythe with him, which he carries in his left hand when not using both hands to wield it effectively.
History: Vern grew up in the World of Silbar in the country of Vandar. He and his friends grew up in middle class families, but they often worked long hours out in the fields, etc. So the boys were left among themselves in the city; getting together after compulsory learning was finished for the day. The group eventually wittled down over time, however a core seven of the friends sticked together past their late teens; of which Vern was one. The group became known as a street gang and soon had a district of the town under their influence once more members had joined. At one point in time, rumoured to be when the boys were around their mid-twenties, they discovered a secret library underneath their "official headquarters" and investigated. The leader of the main seven boys found a book on ancient rituals and learnt that to gain these powers, one must bind their soul to a precious stone and that once someone had used the spell, they themselves (the summoner) could not share the same power. The leader of the boys, Nicholas took it upon himself to allow his six closest friends to become these "embodiements of destruction" that the book spoke about. Each of the six boys became powerful in one unique aspect of combat; Vern's being speed whilst one other became far more defensive (Not in Vern's sense of the speed to block, but in the ability to take hits), another became extremely strong, etc. All of these six boys also gained powers of the mind. Nicholas bound their souls to a stone each and got a crafter to meld them into amulets. The men wore these amulets and took over all of Silbar... however there power had grown too strong and when Nicholas was assisinated one night, the group were lost as to what to do. A large resistance had planned this and took the group down one by one as they bickered for leadership; Vern choosing not to participate. The group members were defeated because the resistance members targeted their amulets and defeated them; sending them to the Otherworld, a section off-shooting from the Underworld and mainly concerned with spirits. Vern however had gone into hiding and used a ritual to bring the spirits to him, they then performed a ritual for him and with his consent, it allowed his entire body and soul's energy and power to be retained and to become a Spirit himself. Everything that Vern is now rests in his amulet; his sacrifice of himself making it near impossible to break. However, he, like other spirits are not immune to physical attack is a common misconception and when the Underworld is opened, he takes it as an opportunity to see if he can be beaten by a living warrior; leaving his friend's behind in the Otherworld, Vern ventures out into the lands of Terram.

I'm sorry but I can't let anyone else in.

Five Roleplayers is already enough, and I'm only really excepting experienced Rpers.

On another notre, let Gods of Shadow begin.




Tomarx sat alone in the marble temple. It's floor gleaming as would a pearl, and the walls reflective with the blackness of a night sky. Dozens of lifeless bodies surrounded the man as he waited next to the portal, wide and rippling, for something to arrive.
Minutes later, the surface of the portal began to gurgle and roar. Slowly, a black, spiked arm extended outwards before revealing an entire demonic body. Four golden wings crossed across it's back and four chain blades hovering around his shoulders. Horns and spikes lined it's body. It's eyes blazed with the fury of a thousand tortured souls and it's very presence as that of fear.
"Wha... what are you?" Tomarx whimpered, slowly approaching the form that had emerged. "Are there any more of you.?".
The demon's eyes looked down on the quivering man and squinted. It then opened it's mouth and emitted a horrifying sound that echoed off the walls and sent Tomarx backwards.
"For what reason have you summoned me here, pathetic human?" It growled, baring it's short fangs and leaning closer to his summoner. As he did so, the large doors of the temple began to rumble. From outside, they could both hear voices.
"They're in there..."
"Our families...."
"He came in here..."
Tomarx looked up at the demon and shuddered before speaking quietly.
"They have followed me here. Are there any more of you? Did you bring any others with you? What else is coming?"

((Pwnage meters already incredibly high))

Kk, thats cool, sounded fun though, but still you haven't answered this:

Something I want clarified to conform with RP rules, although I will also post a bio: God-Modding... it's called "God"-Modding for a reason. We all seem to be Uber-Demons of destruction or something close to that and we're expected to uber-bomb a world of piece and prosperity with a few villagers guarding each village that rarely get into battle? How are we meant to get hurt? If there's no opportunity to get hurt and we spend the entire RP breezing through without trouble, I do beleive that in itself is god-modding.

A cloud of dark grey smoke drifted out of the portal, carrying within it a faint golden tint. It hovered in the air behind the spiked beast for a moment, before floating a short distance away and converving into a minor cyclone, compressing itself inwards. Then, suddenly, the dark mass expanded outwards, taking the form of a black beast, vaguely humanoid in shape, with pale grey horns atop its head; the golden aura it carried while in gaseous form had solidified into a large metal glove on the beast's right hand. It glanced around the room with glowing yellow eyes, flexing its newly-formed muscles experimentally; many years had passed since its last voyage into the physical world, and it had little memory of the restrictions therein.
"Is this it?" it muttered distastefully, its voice like grinding stones. "I suppose it's an improvement on the Valley... you, human! I demand to know; who are you, where are we, and what's that spiky thing supposed to be?"

TestVirus101: I knew this would collide with a few rules. But don't worry, there will be no God-Moddig here, I read the rules. Our characters will encounter some difficulties along the way, and I have a pretty decent plan for the story. I also said that the villages and cities were ready to defend themselves if ever the had too. So we won't be "breezing through" in any way.

Upon seeing the new beast emerge from the portal, Tomarx' fear grew, but so did his hope.
"You are both in Terram." He muttered under his breath. And I have summoned you here to serve me and complete my wishes." At these words, Cataclysm's eyes closed into a fierce glare.
"Serve you? Do you have any idea who I am? You are nothing. Your powers, are nothing. I should decapitate you on the spot for such an insult. But then again, you could prove yourself useful. Give me a reason not to take your life now."
The voices outside were beginning to become even more enraged. The banging on the doors was also louder.
"I can hear voices inside..."
"Maybe our families are still alive..."
"Get that door down now..."
Tomarx turned to the doors and then returned to the two monstruous creatures before him.
"If they get in, they'll rip me limb from limb. Defend me, and I will inform you of this world's secrets." Cataclysm snorted and looked at the one that had entered only a minute ago.
"You seem quite the powerful one, what should we do with him? What should we do with this place? For I have no intention of going back through there." He snarled, pointing at the portal.