Judgement Day

[Vhaeraun]

For thousands of years, the war of good and evil has occurred quietly (ie, both sides converting others to their cause without any open conflict) and the world has been oblivious to the war which has been happening for millenia.

However, lately there has been mindless bloodshed across the world. The war has finally come to a climactic end. Little to the knowledge of humanity, it was nearly time for the cleansing: an event, enacted by the angels, which involved all nonbelievers of Christ to be summarily removed from the face of the earth, making it clean for the coming of Christ.

At the same time, the forces of Evil found that it was the perfect time to unite all religions which did not believe in Christ, and soon the entire population was separated under two different leaders: Christianity and Catholicism etc were led by the Archangels Michael and Gabriel, while Hindu and Judaism and Islam etc were united under the banner of the Fallen Angel Lucifer. Both sides threw humanity at each other in a futile attempt to defeat the other. Soon, both sides had sustained heavy losses, and they revolted against their leaders.

Now, there are three main factions set up across the globe. One of them is the force of Good, led by Michael and Gabriel, with over 10 million angels ready to die at the hands of Evil if it meant being victorious. Another was the force of humanity, still numbering over a billion, but unable to fight either side, so they are in hiding across the world, connected by the very dated Telegraphs, the only way to transmit messages from group to group. The last was by far the largest. The force of evil, led by Lucifer, numbered over 4 billion, much of that force were mindless Imps (whose only strength was their sheer numbers), and having over 3 million Demon Generals. The imps were merely used to test the strengths of the angelic fortifications, for the only way to truely kill an immortal is to be killed by an immortal.

Lucifer had already sustained over 5 billion casualties to his army, mainly because the Imps were too stupid to attack the right way and not die in bulk, while Gabriel and Michael has taken over 50 million losses. The coming of Christ is imminent, but there is no telling how long until he does arrive, for a millenia to an angel is but an afternoon in their immortality. Humanity is living in fear, and both good and evil see no reason to care, for their main adversaries were on the same plane of existence at the exact moment, so their goals were clear.

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The character sheet is not much of a problem.

Name: <Self Explanatory, I hope>
Race: <Angel, Fallen Angel (Demon), Human, Imp. Shouldn't take much thought>
Affliation: <Angels: Good; Demons/Imps: Evil; Humans: Either side (Some humans are still in the ranks of good and evil, but are merely advisors. Also, many factions of humans still launch attacks at either side. While those attacks are not always successful, it does show that humanity is still ready to fight if need be. Either way, Humanity will be a large factor later in the RP, so they are not gonna be completely helpless)>
Appearance: <Also Self-explanatory>
Bio: <Brief biography of your character. If human, explain your life before the coming of the war.>



My character will be Lucifer. I'll post the character sheet for him later, and I would like an RP'er of some esteem and stature to be in control of Michael and Gabriel (ie, I don't want some new person to have control of one of them and make them attack Lucifer directly) PM me if you want to control Gabriel or Michael.

As this is the product of five minutes of thought, I know I am missing things. I will be working out details as this goes on and may be making the story more in depth as time goes on. As such, I advise participants to read this post every so often to see if there have been any changes.

Thank you, and enjoy ;)

[ZeroCross]

Interesting. Well, if you can't find any good players, then i will fill in as gabriel or michael, if you feel I am of enough standing charicter. I may find it difficult to set aside my religious aspects to just play this game in a fun manner. Although, it probaly would have served you better if you had not told us you only put about five minutes thought into it.lol

[Vhaeraun]

Interesting. Well, if you can't find any good players, then i will fill in as gabriel or michael, if you feel I am of enough standing charicter. I may find it difficult to set aside my religious aspects to just play this game in a fun manner. Although, it probaly would have served you better if you had not told us you only put about five minutes thought into it.lol

I was planning to put create some RP, but I could not find a good topic. One night (while in an Insomnia) I got this idea and worked on it in my head for 5 minutes. I went to sleep, and the next day I began working on the story. Still, no one is perfect, so I know there are holes in the above story, so I will be working out the lumps as I go.

And I'll have to see what becomes of this before I decide who is going to play Gabriel and Michael. The last two RP's I've made have died before page two despite the story lines I've used. >_>

[DragonPaladin]

Hmm...you won't overpower the side of evil would you? I'm interested in joining.

Also seems like you should read the book of revelation. I research the topic for small amount of time, so I might be able to give you some information.

[Vhaeraun]

As much as I like Evil, neither side would be overpowered. Evil may have a few billion Imps, but as stated, they are merely fodder testing the strength of the side of Good.

I've read the book. I've modified the story slightly (mainly using Lucifer history and what I have known for him.)

[Calibur]

Come on V, no set of rules no description of each faction's situtation. You know better than that.

Well I intend on joining but I want to be human, I'll PM you a quick Char Sheet, see what you think as well as a couple of questions.

[Spartan-II]

I'm considering joining, but I need to ask you some Q's first..

[Vhaeraun]

Come on V, no set of rules no description of each faction's situtation. You know better than that.

Well I intend on joining but I want to be human, I'll PM you a quick Char Sheet, see what you think as well as a couple of questions.

The rules are what you would normally expect (no automatic kills of characters unless given permission by character controller; no uber god mod (Like "I smite all Evil and the side of Good wins!"); no annihilating Humanity as they will be important in the end; only angels can kill demons and the reverse is also true).

The faction's situation is simple. Humanity is in hiding across the world, China is the new hell and Lucifer is sending thousands of imps across the pacific to attack the Angelic Stronghold to test the strength before sending his army of demons.

And any questions are welcome. I will answer them as fully as I can.

EDIT: I have dedicated my 900th post to this RP. I hope that means it won't die out before it gets started...

[DragonPaladin]

China is the new hell

oh joy, here's China again!

[ZeroCross]

oh joy, here's China again! More like, "Yeah? And that has changed...how?" lol.

[WarBrood]

what about buddism? who owns buddism? And do the Athiests just walk around neutral?

all that said and done, I am considering joining the Angelic side, Character sheet to come

[Tenebrae]

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heh, a Heaven vs. Hell RPG...however could I resist such an alluring game...

†Smirks†

Any problems with my char, contact me.
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Name: Tenebrae (Medivl Latin for Darkness)
Race: Daemon
Affiliation: Follows his own Desires...leans toward evil...but in fact has a good side to him.
Appearance:
Lord Tenebrae has three-forms...
The first of Tenebrae's three-forms is a mostly human one, save for his flesh is a deathly pale and his eyes are a dead white devoid of color. Upon each of his fingers is a rather long black claw-like fingernail, capable of slicing through even most armor despite their frail sleek appearance. His lips also are a tainted black, and behind them hides duel wolverines, which would be vampire like fangs of the top and bottom canines, and smaller fangs of the lateral incisors, also top and bottom. His raven black hair hangs down a little past shoulder length giving which, along with everything else, gives him a rather dark look despite his mostly human appearance. Within this form he normally wears a black leather trenchcoat without a shirt and black pants to match.

The second form of Tenebrae is a more armored being... When he goes into this form black liquid-like tendrils slither out from an orifice within the palm of each hand. These tendrils wrap around the fingers and begin to slither up the arm, meshing and veining across the flesh to form an almost armor of sorts. When the transformation is complete Tenebrae is fully encased within a rather strong flat black bio-armor. Most of his muscles are accented by the armor but in both forms he's relatively thin, making him a rather toned and fast daemon. The "helm" that covers his head is quite simple, having no ears, nose, nor mouth, only slit like eye holes for his white orbs to gaze out from and four small holes where his mouth should be, two placed on either side vertical. From these holes he breaths from, his breath a cold mist that seems to seep out. . The back portion of his armor has an exposed spine look to it that runs down to the small of his back, and his hands now are quite devastating looking claws.

The third form of Tenebrae is unknown...most whom are blessed to bear witness to this form never return to tell the tail...demon and human alike.

Bio:

Tenebrae comes off as a rather dark and depressed individual...he doesn't seem to care much of the war between good and evil...and infact has motives that could even be considered good, in a sick and warped way. In ancient times women who were raped would call upon Tenebrae and make a deal with him...they would offer their souls for vengeance... This deal was never turned down...and payment was delivered immediately...but unlike most daemons, Tenebrae never took the souls of these women to hell for torture...not in the literal sense. Inside Tenebrae absorbed the souls into his very being...making them a part of himself...their thoughts...their emotions...everything lived on inside him in whispers. Once within Tenebrae these women would experience pain and pleasure beyond known meanings of the words...their very souls tainted in a way they could never conceive. Insanity seeps within them...but not the crippling madness that most mortals experience...but a darker form of insanity...one that brings a sadistic intelligence along with it... (A good example of the type of insanity I speak of would be the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonder Land...but a dark and twisted version.)

It's rumored that at one time Tenebrae loved...but unfortunately this love was short lived for something happened to end it, and after, Tenebrae lost any shred of caring he had for existence...for hell...for heaven...for the mortal realm. Countless years he slept...which to a daemon or angel means death without death...a deep sleep which in all aspects could be considered death. There was no thought...there was no care...there was nothing within his essence... It was the war that raged upon earth that awoke him...the pain...the sorrow...two emotions that Tenebrae fed upon radiating in such massive amounts that it jared him awake.

Upon his awakening he stepped forth into the mortal realm and decided that perhaps it was time to play...time to enjoy existence again...even though his black heart had been tattered and torn. In that moment the old Tenebrae returned...the dark tormentor...the sadistic daemon of darkness.... He spent most of his time upon Earth seeking out the beings he despised above all else...those whom raped, and what happened to these beings was more horrid then could be placed into words...what can be said is that all that was found of these men, and on rare occasions women were bodies sliced open with the flesh tied back...in some sort of perverse pose to expose their insides. They looked as though they had been kept alive through the process for quite some time...by the looks upon their faces...and if Tenebrae takes the souls of rape victims into his being to experience such pain and pleasure...what prey tell would he do to those he despises...what happens to their souls I wonder...

†Grins†


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Side note:
Do NOT role play anything involving Tenebrae's former love. You will anger me...due to it revolving around my ex. It's a fantasy manifestation of my real life love life...as I say below...Tenebrae is an aspect of myself...and thus reflects it.
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P.S.
Tenebrae is a char that represents not only what I would love to be...but what I am inside... He is an aspect of myself and thus is c. by me. Story and all.

[Nickodemus]

Name: Theed Rendar
Race: Human
Affliation: enjoys kicking demon butt, but isnt above beating on the good guys if there is fun in it. In other words he resides in that sloppy grey area.
Appearance:Theed is about 6 feet tall, long black hair is tied back in a pony tail on the back of his head. he wears biker leathers and dark sunglasses. He rides a dark black chopper.
Equipment: Shotgun,bible (one regular size, one pocket size),2 desrt eagles, klaymore, rosary, 5 vials of holy water
Bio: Theed doesn't know much about his life before he started doing what he called "hunting" He knows he spent alot of time reading the Bible at least thats what he thinks. The first thing he remembers waking up with a bible in one hand, a shotgun in the other, wearing his leathers, and having a pair of desert eagles strapped to his hips. When not in use, his shotgun is slung across his back along with his Klaymore. He thinks he might have been a priest but he isn't sure. He just knows there is a right and a wrong and he damn sure is gonna be on the winning team. He found a demon once and knows they exist. He really couldn't kill it, although damned if he didn't try hard. He's trying to piece together his past while wiping the skum from the earth. He resides in china. He doesn't know why but its were he woke up, so it must be a good place to commence to stopping them.

<occ> ill edit in more later. ~Q

[Vhaeraun]

what about buddism? who owns buddism? And do the Athiests just walk around neutral?

all that said and done, I am considering joining the Angelic side, Character sheet to come

buddism was in the army of Evil, but those armies have since dissolved, so no one controls buddism at the current time.

After a couple more people post characters, I will post Lucifer and we can begin.

Also, I still need people to be Michael and Gabriel.

[DragonPaladin]

OH JOY! I can't just wait to sit down with Tenebrae's character for tea and crumpets! [/end sarcasm]

Anyways.

Name: St. Kevin (Yea, I didn't really want to make up any names...)
Race: Angel
Affliation: Angels: Good
Appearance: Duh...umm, ok. Big feathery wings with a golden halo. He wears a white robe and the inside is lined with pockets. His armor is treated with Holy Water, adept in blocking demonic attacks, but less efficient against simple gunshots.
Bio: Kevin was an ordained minister(Cough cough...) before the war. Of course, as humanity began disintergrating, rival factions began to dispute over land territory. He was slain in one of these crossfires. His last words were, "I shall never know how this all turns out." But, since, he went , to heaven, he shall. Slow to violence, he is reluctant to attack an enemy without immediate danger. Which, unfortunately, usually allow them to strike first.
Equipment: A shotgun with various metallic shells, (iron bind to the fey, anyone?), the flaming sword that was used to keep the humans out of Eden. He also carries vials of Holy Water, just in case of the special conditions.

[Nickodemus]

<OCC> come on DP, an angel with a shotgun?????? the sword i can see, although it technically would go to Gabriel of Michael.... but a gun? nope, can't see it, especially given you were a priest before you died???

[DragonPaladin]

OOC: *Blast Quimbley with his shotgun. I like ma shotgun, and I'm keeping it.*

[Nickodemus]

<thppppt> I'm just yapping, besides im not running it, so who cares what i say? so their, besides we are 'sorta' on the same side.....

[Tenebrae]

OOC:

If one died and was placed within an army to fight along side either good or evil...my bet is that if they used a weapon they would use something they were conferrable with in life... Obviously one whom died today and had no time in the afterlife to train in the ways of the sword would know how to wield a gun, point, and click.

How effective a simple shotgun would be against anything besides a human however...is quite unknown.

[Geno]

(NAC:Looks around in here...

How about you ask your GM about the shotgun, to avoid confusion, instead of spamming it up. It might help a little bit... I mean, he's there for a reason...

~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide

P.S. NAC means "Not a character" in my terms ;))

[singo]

Ahhh what the hell (Hehehe, unintentional puns are great...)

Count me in, because one of my other RP's just died.


Name: Astfgl (Beer to anyone who knows where I got the name from)
Race: Demon
Affliation: Evil (an evil demon? surely not?! :P)
Appearance: Tall, wearing black and red armour of an unkonw metal, forged in the fires of damnation. Spiky, His forearms have jagged ridges running along the outsides. Carries a sword forged of the same metal, that freezes the very air around it. His face has never been seen, due to the spiked helm he wears, It is rumoured that his armour is fused to his unholy flesh. Red eyes. Razorbladed gauntlets.
Bio: After a cock up of monstrous proportions, that cost hell millions of potential souls, Astfgl was demoted and, after spending a few centuries being horribly tortured arose from the pits of the void a changed demon. He was placed in command of a few thousand imps, a major step down from his once mighty position as one of hell's major players.

Most of his imps are now even more twisted than they were already, having been cruelly "Modified", usually in unsubtle ways.

He has spent the last few short decades travelling up to the earth and killing humans in most unsavoury ways, usually drawn out for hours, before dragging their souls into damnation before they are finally dead.

[WarBrood]

(ooc) Alas my Chara

Name: Aurora Tishu
Race: Angel
Affliation: Angels
Appearance: A gracefull bride of white, long feathery wings and a white toga. There are things the war angel Aurora wished to look like. Aurora looks mainly like any human would look like if they where coated in armor and heavily armed with weaponry. Of course the weaponry was all blessed by god himself making it...how do I say this...very deadly?
Bio: The angel known as Aurora was known as Sarah Berrian in her privious life. In this life she trained heavily in the armed forces and became an elite commando. She was a damn good commando at that. Leading her party she acomplished mission after mission, taking out terrorist after terrorist, and she still had time to attend church on sunday. Sarah was at the top of her game when she was sent on a mission that lead her in very dangerous territory. She was sent to a very hostile part of china to defeat a group of terrorists. To Sarah this ment going into hell, little did Sarah know that, that was directly where she was headed. When she arrived the war had already broke out, her and her team walked right to their deaths. Before dying Sarah did her best to save a small child by holding off the demons as long as she could untill the child got away. The demons overwhelmed Sarah and Sarah deseased to exist. From her ashes Aurora the Angel the WarAngel was born.

[Vhaeraun]

Excellent.

If I do not get someone to play Michael and Gabriel by noon tomorrow, I will start the RP with Michael and Gabriel being NPCs.

And I will post Lucifer tomorrow.

[Vhaeraun]

Here is Lucifer!


Name: Lucifer

Race: Fallen Angel

Affliiation: Evil

Appearance: Lucifer wears a black robe with blood red runes adorning it. The runes are useless, for Lucifer does not have the power to invoke their magic, but they do well to scare off would-be attackers. He wears a solid black cloak with a hood, and it seems to absorb light when he has it wrapped tightly around him. Lucifer has silver eyes and solid white hair. He has bumps on his back where his wings used to be before he lost them. He has his scimitars strapped to his waist, and they can easily hide within the folds of his robe whenever he wants them hidden. On first glance, he appears to be a wayward traveler on the road. A closer inspection reveals that Lucifer has a harsh air of evil surrounding him, and he seems to leech at your soul when one gets too close.

Bio: Hundreds of Thousands of years ago, there was only good. Lucifer was the Archangel of Light and was very highly respected by all. Michael and Gabriel looked up to him as a mentor and a friend. However, soon Lucifer began to feel that he should have more power, so he gathered a following of Angels who felt that he should also have more power. Lucifer launched an attack suddenly upon the House of God, and which followed a bloody, thousand year civil within Heaven itself. After some time, Lucifer lost and him and his army was banished to Hell. Upon this banishment, Lucifer began building an army worthy of attacking Heaven again, and he bided his time carefully for the right time

Upon hearing from his sources that it was thought that Christ was returning, Lucifer jumped on the oppertunity. He sent minions to Earth and began recruiting for his army of humans which would combat the forces of Good. After 10 years of recruiting, Lucifer and his imp army appeared in the middle of China, creating a new hellish landscape which spanned hundreds of miles and ready to fight.




Begin with the RP! Michael and Gabriel are NPC's until further notice, so they do not need character sheets right now.

[singo]

Astfgl
Somewhere in china

Astfgl walked across the desecrated landscape, and felt good. Death and decay at every turn, maddened imps swarming across the face of the earth. and him, ready to redeem himself in the eyes of his masters. he had suffered for failing them once, there would be no second time.

And now his face lit up with the red glow of his eyes, the gleam peircing the gloom as the twin orbs of red fire that were his eyeslits looked around. He sniffed the air, good he was near the boundary to the real world, for this consecrated land had been touched by damnation, and would never bee the same again. Both worlds had touched and the land would never be the same again no matter how much the light babbled foolishly about the consecrating power of divinity. There was no divine. His time in the abyss had shown him that.

He led his small contingent of mindless, gibbering, twisted imps across the line, the blackened scarred land and blasted trees giving way in the space of a few metres to green and fresh pastures. And the stench of fresh prey. He smiled, the hunting would be good today.

As his band of malformed creatures made their way towards the nearest human settlement, Astfgl allowed his mind to wander over the fun that could be had with these weak humans, the screams that they let out, the desparate last stands they put up. He could kill them easily of course, but it was FAR more fun to let them think they were in with a chance of surviving 'till dawn. Not that dawn would save them, that was just a comfroting story the prey told each other to keep them afraid only of the night. As opposed to the day as well. Soon they would fear both...As they should.

Night fell, casting the landscape into darkness, and masking the aproach of the damned to a town of the doomed.

He ordered his imps to remain at the ridge overlooking the town and walked forward aways, every step bringing him closer to the festering pit of human emotions. He stood, and drew them into him, feasting on the fear, the hope, the desire, the happiness, the hatred. So much in one small frail envelope, it really was amazing. But this was but a snack compared to the main course to come...

With a thought, he ordered his imps forward. Not that they were in anyway disciplined or intellegent enough to understand, really he just relaxed his will and stopped holding them in place, allowing them to roll forward like a tide, a force of nature. Which in some ways, they were.

The screaming of his horde, but a drop in the ocean compared with what he used to command, roused the humans, they looked out of their windows and saw damnation coming for them, a rolling see of hideous black bodies and gleaming red eyes. Spikes clattering against each other as his "modifications" forced their way through the skin of his minions.

The cry of alarm went up remarkably quickly, in the west the panic would have spread and there would have been little resistance, but here...

already rifle shot were ringing out, sparking of the silicon reinforced skin of his imps, mostly anyway. Many fell, but they were expendable after all.

As the town went up in flames and the defenders began to retreat towards the town square he finally revealed himself. He lashed out with his will and his minions turned awy from the battle, leaving the area. There were only a few dozen humans left, and now came the fun part.

He drew his sword and watched as its intense cold froze the air around it into crystals, which fell to the ground and shattered before evaporating again. Then he savoured the fear on the air, that non so subtle metallic tang... there was nothing quite like it in all of creation.

Then he bagan to walk. A few of the humans, probably ex-military, overcame the aura of fear that surrounded the monster before them and fired. Bullets swam in the air around him, ricocheting off his armour and kicking up earth around him. Still he came on slowly. a few of the humans ran, only to be torn apart by the imps before they got half a mile.

He waded into the crowd of humans, swinging left and right. Rifle butts and baynets came at him, he dodged most of them and grabbed the rest, before killing the owners. Then it was down to the last one, the screams of the dying were sweet music to his ears and the fear grew thicker as he approached the last one. Who looked at him with defiance in his eyes and a sword in his hands.

"You will not take me alive demon" Trembled the mans voice, but the resolve in his eyes was still there.

"Good, we both have the same intention in mind" Came the breathy reply from behind the faceplate of Asftgl. "Shall we dance mortal?"

He moved deliberately slowly, letting the huiman strike at him, he parried every blow however, and soon the weak mortal was tiring the flesh failing the spirit, as it had for six thousand tears, ever since man fell further than any demon ever could.

The mortal was very good for one of his kind. Nowhere near good enough of course, but still he fought on. Together they danced the dance of blades, moving through the square almost gracefully, if you neglected they were both aiming to kill the other. But all to soon Astfgl grew tired of the game, and sparng forward, his sword swinging so fast it was a blur. The human blocked the first blow witht he last of his skill and endurance, deflected the second by chance and took the third through his gut.

Astfgl bent over the twitching dying man and took his last breath of life, enjoying all the subtle delicate flavours that came with the mans now devoured soul.

It HAD been a good night, and it was only just beginning, most of the people his imps had attacked were not dead yet either. He smiled again.





<OOC> There, seeing as how no bugger else seems to want to start it.

[DragonPaladin]

Those poor Chinese...

[Vhaeraun]

Lucifer sat in the throne he had the Imps construct which beheld the twisted landscape around him. He smiled, as he felt one of his minions absorb a human soul. He laughed, knowing that even though they were supposed to be using the humans to keep the world alive and ready for the coming of Christ, he couldn't keep his many underlings from slaughtering some humans here and there, just to keep it from getting boring on the surface.

Lucifer watched as a group of battered Imps came flying back in tatters. He chuckled, as he knew exactly what happened. He jumped off his throne and approached the Demon who accompanied the Imps and said, "Well? How are the Angelic Sieges coming along?"

The Demon glanced back at the Imps and said, "We took 1,000 Imps. Those 5 are all that remain. We did better than expected. The Imp force penetrated to the courtyard before being sliced to bits."

Lucifer smiled. He thought to himself, Excellent. They are letting us penetrate farther and farther into their stronghold. Sooner or later, they will let the Imps into the main complex, and then we can strike.

Lucifer said the the Demon, "Good job. Send the Imps to the lava field. They need to recuperate. As for you, I must talk to you."

"Yes, m'lord," the Demon General said before he turned and shouted in guttural at the Imps. The Imps turned and limped away to the lava fields so they could regenerate in peace, and the Demon turned and said, "What is it, m'lord?"

Lucifer said, "Give me your thoughts. You were there. What did the angels appear to be doing as you attacked?"

The Demon thought silently, then said, "They appeared to be working on something. They were not paying much attention to what occurred outside their gates."

Lucifer turned and looked East. He asked, "Do you think they let the Imps into the courtyard? Or do you think we caught them unawares?"

The response was, "I know not, m'lord. It seemed as if they were wrapped up in their work, but the blasted angels are quite deceptful when they want to."

Lucifer nodded, "So you don't know. How many more attacks do you think will be done before they slip up and let the Imps penetrate the Inner Sanctum?"

The Demon furrowed his brow menacingly, and said, "Perhaps 3 more m'lord."

Lucifer chuckled, "Excellent. Continue with your attacks my general. Just before the third siege, alert me. I want a group of Demons sent with the third siege so we can possibly follow the Imps into the Inner Sanctum."

Lucifer thought the demon said, "Yes, m'lord," but he cared not, for he turned and walked back to his throne and sat down, allowing the millions of Imps and Demons go about their daily business, pondering what the Angels could be working on...

[WarBrood]

Aurora Tishu
Southren Russia- Stalingrad
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Stalingrad was the last holy city before entering the damed hells of china. Heaven took control of the city and fortified its borders, giving Stalingrad greatest defence outside of the holy lands of Great Europe and Jurrusalem. This whas where Aurora raised out of the white water.
"Hmm nice day to do some hunting, wonder if any missions are posted."
The war angel entered the church to meet Bishop Koshchev.
"Greating father, I've come to see for any more postings by Gabriel or Michael"
"Welcome back Aurora, I'm glad you are here. There is rumers of and imp advance in the south. Do you mind checking it out?"
"Great another recon mission, So lucky I am. The last eighting recons you sent me on I found nothing, what is different about this one?"
"Nothing, but its Gabriel's orders. Just go check it out."
"Fine, when will I get to see real action?"
"Hopefully never!"
"Great this war is going to be dull. I'll go check out this 'rumor' if I'm not back my midnight, sue me"

Aurora charged out the doors in a angry spurt. Why dont they let me fight, they know I can but wont let me. Here I am at the front and doing recon missions. Aurora jumped on her motorcycle and shot the throttle burning some rubber before shooting off.

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Meanwhile down in the southren parts of Russia an Imp army was advancing after all, the 'rumors' where more than rumors. While passing through a wheat field the imps heard the roaring of a motorcycle and ducked amongst the stocks.

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Shooting up rocks as she shot down the gravel roads the movement of the wheatfield caught Aurora eyes. Skidding to a stop a dirt show sprayed the sky. What was that? Aurora thought to herself as she demounted her bike, [must of been the wind, get back on the bike...Wait there is no wind.[/i] Realizing there must of been something in the wheat Aurora grabed the gun of the day, A 12 gauge combat shotgun in the shape of a cross that wielded silver bullets filled with holy water.

"Alright if you're human stand up and be spared. If demon perpare to die."

Imediatly after such a foolish comment the imps stood up and a disturbed laugh rained the sky. Then the field moved toward Aurora

"Holy Shi- ...err..Oh Shit."

Aurora took of toward her bike on the other side of the field as the super fast imps rushed at her. Aurora turned around an started running backwards holding the trigger to the Shotty.

"Take this you messengers of hell"

Aurora kept shooting taking out imp after imp. But the Imps where to fast as they quickly surrounded Aurora. Quickly Aurora wiped out her silver sword with the words 'go back to hell' inscribed along the blade. Slashing she made her way through the imps like a hot knife through butter. Suddenly from the trees just to her left greater demons emerged. Simple silver had almost no effect on these monstroities, but Aurora had just the weapon she needed. On her belt she always carried five sacred grenades, the consited of compressed light and holy water and on the side it labed, 'made in heaven', yes she had exactly what she needed. Quickly she grasped a grenade and throw it the best she could at the demons. Throwing grenade after grenade Aurora made a grenade ring around her. The blast send black demon dust through the air, they must of taken out over 100 demons, thus allowing Aurora a quick escape as the demons on the outscirts where still burning from holy water. Aurora long jumped onto her bike and took off as fast as she could. Still making only a dent in the oncoming army Aurora couldnt help but feel a little pride for seeing her first action and coming out alive, well sorta.

Making it back to Stalingrad Aurora made her way to the church and ran to Bishop Koshchev.
"I take it by the look on your face you found something?"
"Invasion army, just like the rumors said. They are coming towards Stalingrad. There must of been tens of thousands of imps, I bearly made it out."
"Oh my, I must warn Gabriel and Michael!"
"Oh yah, I need more grenades too."
"help yourself they are over in the storage room
"Ok, you warn Gabriel and Michael and I will contact the other warangels"

(ooc-- my longest rp post ever!!)

[Nickodemus]

"You want to what?"
"XXX"
"Well, <pause> O.K. <pause> I don't think the boss is gonna like it. But with your standing I think he will understand. Do come back to visit us won't you."
"XXX"

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Rendar awoke sweating. It was one of those damned dreams again. The ones he didn't like. He would have to think it out, later. For now, it was Time to deal out the punishment. He had been here a year that he could remember, and the pieces of his life were all a mystery to him. He just knew one thing and he remembered it well. It was a simple phrase. "Don't let them win." He hadn't the fogiest clue what it meant, could have been about a poker game for all he knew, he just used it against them. They were the spawn of satan. The end times were coming, he could sense that much of it all. And looking in his bible he could see it.

" But now, now was the time for prayer.

" Lord, let me send those bastards back to the pits of hell."
" Let not my time upon this earth be done."
"But if it is, let me go down in a blaze of glory.... < he makes a sign of the cross>"
" Kicking their asses back te hell!"

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"Get them!" Said the deamon. " those damn Imps just arn't the same. I'm going to have to kill a couple of them to get them back in line if they don't trash this Village quick enough. His holiness is watching. Of this I am sure and if I can sweep this city under, he will surely make me his second in command. After the last 10 cities fell in two weeks, this one should be cake." His Imps were destroying everything. And the last remnants of the humans. The pitifull Humans were holed up in a building. This wouldn't take long." He willed his Imps to attack the buildings. Thats was when he first felt it. Pain. His Imps were scared, scared and in pain. This wasnt correct, they wern't supposed to feel this, not from a human. He had better go check.

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"Not on my watch you don't." Said Rendar as he rode into them, Kicking one in the face. " That child shall not be yours today." A Gutteral response was all the creature replied. "Really, try this one." Rendar pulled his shotgun from his back, levelled it at the Imp, and fired. <Boom> The creatures head blew right off. He grabbed the child and continued on. As he rounded the next turn shooting one or two as he went He saw him.

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The Deamon stood 9 feet in height looking down upon him he extended his wings. " Kid, your gonna have to head that way. Go to the Large building there are some people in their who will help you. Including your Mom and Dad. Hug them and tell them you love them." The kid ran off without a word.
" Now as for you, I'm in a good mood. Take your Imps and Go. Or your gonna die in a bloody mess."
<So says you puny Human>
Rendar pulls out his shotgun.
<That wont hurt me you pathetic excuse for a man, put your toy away>
*** BANG ****
The deamon screams in pain, having just had his shoulder removed by the blast
<ARRRRRGH, How the hell did you do that? That was a mere mortal weapon?>
"I'd attempt to explain, but as i don't know myself your just gonna have to accept it. Shall we dance?"
The deamon Lunges at him, knocking the gun from his hands as he does. Rendar Quickly dodges out of the way and lands.
< Your quicker than i though Human. I'm going to enjoy our little game here > And then he pulled out his sword. It was 5 feet long and engulfed in fire.
"O no. I'm scared....<pause> Your gonna have to try better than that Bettlejuice." Rendar then reaches behind him and pulls his blade. Upon doing so his sword glows with a briliant white light. "Say goodnight gracie." < what? > And before the Deamon could prepare to strike it was done. He lay hacked in two, his head clearly removed in a speed no human should posess. Its head looked up at him <How> "Again with the questions. Didn't I tell you? I don't know they just work. <pause> Now go back to hell. Rendar thrusts his sword into the head of the deamon. Abright flash and then he and the Imps are all Gone. Rendar gathers his things, kneels down and does the sign of the cross. He then gets on his bike and rides west.....


<occ> someone take that back to lucifer for me K TAG

[WarBrood]

(ooc-- i will be gone for the weekend because grad..be back sunday or monday:

[DragonPaladin]

Kevin's lip curled in contempt as the imps began traversing the barren Russian landscapes. His flaming sword slid out of its sheath. "Soon, the final war will begin."

[Tenebrae]

There it was...the rift that opened up to branch both the mortal realm and that of hell together... And standing watch of this distortion within reality stood four massive demonic guards, each adoring crimson armor that looked to have been nearly scorched by hell's flames. Within the hands of two were huge black warhamers capable of crushing even the dark armor the guards themselves wore.

Slowly he approached...a man dressed in jet black pants and a hooded trenchcoat, the front left open exposing his deathly pale bare chest... All that could be seen from the mouth of the hood was long black hair that hung down aiding the darkness in shrouding his face. The guards glared to the hooded being with flaming red eyes as they barred his path, the closest the one to speak up.

"Hmm...you look to be from the Tormented Regions..."

The hooded being didn't bother to look up to meet the eyes of the much taller demon before him, instead he spoke with his gaze slightly downward.

"That I am..."

The Guard looked slightly uneasy as did the others... They knew all to well what type of demons came from the Tormented Regions...beings of insanity...beings who got off to the torture of not only the souls of the damned...but even other demons...and worse then that...themselves. The Guard, after a brief pause, spoke again.

"Lost your way? I suggest you go back to where you came from... Lord Lucifer doesn't wish the unstable beings of your parts upon the mortal realm..."

Without a single word the shrouded being raised his right hand to the one before him, who looked rather confused by the strange guesture... Tenebrae then raised his head, exposing himself for the first time, his deathly white eyes gazing upon the guard who felt them look not only upon him but into him. Before he could even speak his own eyes noticed an orifice open up within Tenebrae's palm...and to his great horror a mass of black tendrils thrusting out and enveloping his head. The guard stood there quivering upon his massive legs as the tendrils began to burrow into his flesh, after bypassing the armor he wore. All that was heard from him was a horrid gurgling sound before he fell to his knees, the area's of his demonic flesh that could be seen through the breaks in his armor starting to shrivel up, black vein like tendrils seen wiggling under the flesh.

Finally the body fell to the ground completely, the tendrils withdrawing from the corpse and retracting back into Tenebrae's clawed hand. Again his head looked downward as he began to move toward the rift, stopping for a moment to the other three guards who stood in his way. Looking to one another they quickly moved to the side allowing him full access, and with a slight smirk Tenebrae continued on.

His body entered the rift and as he continued to step forth, it was as if the realm of hell faded away...and with each step the realm of the mortals became more and more clear, until finally it was exposed in all it's glory... His head tilted back as his eyes gazed upward to the moonlit sky high above, a grin crossing his tainted black lips for but a moment. He then looked about, eyes falling upon the chaos around him...cities ablaze and abandoned...the bodies of humans sprawln out across the streets along side a few Imps here and there. He stretched out, the bones within his flesh cracking and popping due to how long he had slept, and then he took another step forth. His movements became strange...normal...and then moving as if someone has sped up a film strip...then returning to normal again... This seemed to be how Tenebrae traveled great distances in a relatively short time...and a rather disturbing sight to see at that.

[Nickodemus]

"Good job as usuall."
"Thanks Boss."
"Well, you are off till next week. Then I have an assignment that requires your 'unique' talents. Do you think you will be ready?"
"Yes me Lord. I shall be ready as always."

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Rendar awoke with a jolt again. These dreams were really starting to piss him off and he needed to vent some frustration. He knew of a bar a couple of towns over. It seemed that the strange things happened at this one in particular and the local law enforcement steered clear of the area. Locals had said the place was a watering hole for Satan and stayed away. He just wanted a good drink and he hadn't run into a single deamon since the last one he dispatched back to hell. He started out his day like he did every other...

" Lord, let me send those bastards back to the pits of hell."
" Let not my time upon this earth be done."
"But if it is, let me go down in a blaze of glory.... < he makes a sign of the cross>"
" Kicking their asses back te hell!"

Rendar then packed his things, blessed his weapons and headed out.....

<occ> so whats going on? is this one dying also? I tell you people need to give things a chance. join up and play, keep with it and branch out a bit.

[Nickodemus]

"We need help over here"
"He's hurt. How did that happen?"
"OMG! were gonna loose him, get the boss right now."
........It is time.... wake up and remember.....


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"Remember what? THat i rather enjoy kicking deamon butt? I sent another two packing back to hell last night, but something was missing.... I seem to remember more but its in bit and fragments." As he ponders this for a moment he has the feeling he should head north, to Russia. The answers he seeks are there....

[singo]

Astfgl
Fifteen miles north of the boundary.


The great armoured form of Astfgl moved through the trees, at the head of a dark tide of the damned, all those who had been slaughtered at the last town had swelled his army, replenishing his losses twice over.

They had been moving all day without pause. Immortals did not need it, and the imps had been "conditioned" not to notice it. And soon they would be at the next town in their path. Of course, they might know something was amiss from the fact that more than a few traders had not come back from the previous village, and nor had any of the search parties that had come across the horde. Not that it mattered, humanity had grown complacent over the last six thousand years and would not even suspect the magnitude of the problem.

Then he heard a whisper from his many senses, the humans were talking, over their crude apparatus they called radio. Or something like that anyway, technology had never been important to either side in this war. Very crude, with none of the subtleties of telepathic speech, and very incoherent with the atmospherics around the boundary. But he could make it out nonetheless.

Some bugger had found the boundary and not been slaughtered immediately.

Why not? hmm, no doubt some very high up demons were getting angry about it already, and when they found out whose fault it was heads would roll. Not metaphorrically either. Some utter fool had allowed the humans to learn of the incursion too damn early, this could make everything rather more difficult. But hell would win, it was foretold. Astfgl had never trusted prophecy though, an attitude that had cost him much...

Still, it meant he would probably lose a few more imps in the coming battle. Unless....yes, who cared about a few imps anyway? He closed his eyes and concentrated in certain ways on the minds of the imps around him, reaching deep down into the twisted souls of the lost, and flipping a few switches deep inside what passed for their minds.

The scream issued from every deformed throat at once, rending the air for miles around, before the skin of the imps split as their silicaceous bones shot out through thir hide and twisted around them, encaseing every one of them in blood-red armour, imp blood soaked the ground and the screams went on, utterly inhuman, utterly heartbreaking.

Just as well he didn't have one then wasn't it? As the transformation went on, spikes emerging from the new carapaces of his minions, tearing the last scraps of unbroken skin away and raising the volume of the wailing to ever more delicious heights, Astfgl breathed deeply, enjoying every minuite of it.

Finally it was over, the screams died down and the imps sttod back up and waited for his command, slaves to his will. He smiled, his minions had been mutated beyond recognition, massive growths of bone plating them from head to toe, massive razor sharp claws tipping their arms and blades cresting their heads. He had mad a few other changes too, but they would not know that until they lept into battle.

Then the advance resumed.

This time, when he relaxed his control and sent them towards the defenders, who had set up makeshift barricades at every entrance to town, having heeded the warning on the radio and heard the screams borne on the wind, the imps bounded forward with much more speed than before, shrugging of gunshots like flies, only a dozen had been brought down by the massed fire of the humans, by lucky shots. The imps smashed through the flimsy obstacles and tore into the hapless mortals like a tramp into his first good meal in twenty years. Blades swept through defenders like hot knives through pre-melted butter. Teeth plunged into flesh with savageness unheard of since the battles of the great fall.

And now the screams issued from mortal throats.

A man firing his kalashnikov from an upstairs window was suprised as, well, hell when one of the imps lucked up and launched itself twenty feet vertically to smash into the man and disembowel him with ease. And then the rout began. as always they made for the town square. Stupid stupid humans, the square had a multitude of openings, many ways for an attack to come from.

The imps slashed at the backs of the retreating humans, but Astfgl made sure there were plenty of humans left for their last stand. They fought so prettily when cornered....

This time, instead of standing out in the open they made for the church, hoping its sanctuary would protect them. Astfgl smiled, nothing was sacred anymore, especially not in the presence of a demon. Unless heaven decided to risk one of their own to defend an insignificant town of ghosts....HAH, that would be the day....

Of course the imps could not penetrate the deminishing holieness of the consecrated ground, but he let them smash against it several times, just to give the defenders hope. False hope of course, but hope nonetheless. Hew aited for the cheering from inside the holy place to build up before drawing his sword and smashing his way through the barred doors.

The screams of the women and children were music to his ears, and the chatter of rifle fire made a nice accompanyment. He stood there and waited a moment, taking it all. Then waded into them. His sword swung left and right, every cut found and (flashfroze) flesh, aveythrust penetrated with the icy chill of both death and evil.

Just as he was about to finish off the last one, a flash came from behind him. Outside. He heard the howls of rage that came from his new model imps, and heard it change to the sounds of pain, and finally dispair. He hadnt known imps were smart enough to dispair. He killed the last man with a guesture, nor deigning to use his sword, and turned quickly and hefted his weapon as the angel strode confidently through the ruined doorway.

"Too late holy one, they are dead, and their souls belong to hell now...." taunted Astfgl, smiling behind his helm.

"You will be destroyed for this" replied the angel, gripping his white sword and quite obviously in fear, this was a young angel, newly raised to divinity, and had probably never fought anything more challengeing than...well...his imps outside, but that was by the by. And he did not even know just how old and exparienced Astfgl was.

"Well, what is one of your sort doing here protecting mere motals such as this?"

"It is the d-duty of heaven to protect its children from the likes of YOU demon."

"Like I said, too late" Astfgl grinned.

He was determined to enter this fight with caution however, you never could tell, and beginners often got lucky.

The two swords met, the warmth of the divine clashed with the cold of the grave, and instantly the two were apart, circling each other warily. Another flurry of blades and the angel was forced back a step. Astfgl using each blow to determine his opponents fighting style, and enjoting the fight, ti had been a while since he had had a fight with even an inexperienced angel who knew his chances were as slim as an anorexic corpse. But the angel was still far better than he looked, he was still alive, Astfgl had not expected even this much competence from the clearly untested holy one.

Their blades met again, and again, the angel being forced to either give ground or be vanquished. They battled out into the square, and the strength seemed to leave the angel. he had obviously been drawing power from the sacred ground of the church. Astfgl smiled, in the days to come that would be a bugger, far more holy buildings existed than unholy. And every town had a strongpoint for the defenders of heaven.

The angel turned to flee, his ace up the sleeve played, and found wanting, but a bolt of dark light struck him between the shoulderblades, slamming him to the floor and flinging his sword through the air.

Astfgl strode over to the angel sprawled in the street and bent down to finish him.

The angel had just enough life in him to flip over and spit at Astfgl before Astfgl's sword plunged into the angels breast, drinking deep of his essence.




Now he was going to have to raise another bloody army of imps, it really was most vexing......

[Nickodemus]

"You are the one.."

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"What the heck?" Rendar said as he bolted straight up. " I need to start drinking, maybe that would explain these dreams. And i have to get to Russia..." He was in a deserted town, aparently the deamons had been here a week earlier and the idea made him mad. he got up out of the bed. "Good thing about the deamons is they were too stupid to double back and recheck. O'well their loss." Then He got up and performed his daily rituals. Anointing his weapons and kissing his Bible as he said the following prayer yet again..

" Lord, let me send those bastards back to the pits of hell."
" Let not my time upon this earth be done."
"But if it is, let me go down in a blaze of glory.... < he makes a sign of the cross>"
" Kicking their asses back te hell!"

He left the room as he found it and went down to check out. On his way down the stairs, he just knew this was going to be a bad day.

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"I smell him."
"Yessssssssssssssss, he is here."
"But the master will want to know you two. We must go tell him."
"No, if we bring his body back there will be much rewards. But if we tell our boss, he will take the credit for hiself leaving us nothing."
"well, if you..........<bang>"

Rendar unloaded a shotgun blast into the back of one of the deamons heads. Large creatures that they were. He hadn't met this type before and they looked rather large, maybe herders he thought to himself as he cocked another round into the chamber for effect. The gun didn't seem to need ammo because he had run out weeks ago but it kept firing anyways...

"Your welcome.<pause> looking for me?"

the deamons, splattered with their friends blood yelled and hissed at him as they charged. Black turned and ran up the stairs as he fired another round. Thes bastards were gonna ge the upper hand on him if he didn't think this one through. He got to the top of the stairs and turned around.

"Now, your ours human. the master will be pleased."
"hurmf" was Rendar's reply. " haven't heard that before."
"get him." and they pulled out their swords. charging yet again.
Blakc had his own sword and when he pulled it It glowed.

"Argh, The light." screamed the deamons as they turned and fled down back down. Rendar jumped on the rail and slid down it. Reaching the first deamon and removing its head. He jumped down in front of the third. "Gotcha." and then stabbed forward. Into the deamons chest. THe deamon screamed as it clutched its chest. " But how? How could a mortals weapon do this?" He lunged at black in one last futile attempt but Rendar just pulled the sword out sideways and dodged letting it fall. He left a note on the bodies as he dumped them in the lobby.

"get off my world and go back to hell. I don't take kindly to you messing up my landscape."

[Thereisnocowlevel]

Hm...your plot doesn't really seem to make sense to me. There are no artifacts of great Christian (or, for that matter, satanic) importance in China, and thus no reasonable way for an army of hellspawn to abruptly portal into that area. If anywhere, they would spawn within a core area of Christianity, as a larger Christian populace would have more Satanic heretics to bring forth the masses of the hells. I see no logical purpose behind your turning my homeland into a reeking abyss of the underworld (you abhorrent fiend!) besides the fact that it would be conveninent to have the corporeal manifestation of hell located away from the West. Also, Islam and Judaism, as well as Buddhism, are strong advocates of peace and righteousness, and would never ally themselves with the fallen Morningstar. Both of the former religions have mentions of Angels, Yahweh/Allah, and a holy text with condemns sinners. Buddhists are pacifistic and some sects are a bit nihilistic, but would most likely remain neutral in such a conflict.

The demons were banished to hell, as in they were/are utterly unable to escape its confines unless God wills it. How, then, did they get out? Why are the "compassionate" angels so apathetic/hostile towards humanity, which they were created to guide and protect? By the way, "the cleansing" is called the Rapture.

Now, I know this is your RP, and you can twist and convolute the plot any way you wish it, but severe inconsistencies between the events in this RP and actual religious canon preclude the establishment of a solid foundation upon which to base an RP. That being said, the RP itself does show promise, if only you would establish a background that is slightly less tenuous and more conforming to one's expectations in an apocalyptic clash between light and darkness.

[Tenebrae]

OOC: Though with some of your points I agree. This is fantasy, not reality...and besides that, no one knows what lies beyond death...no one knows what is true and what is not. Everything is fantasy until deemed fact...and nothing has yet to be deemed fact.

[Nickodemus]

Touche ( too - shay ) if i spelled it wrong ~Tenebrae

[Raging-Fury]

is it too late to jump into this one?

[Vhaeraun]

Jump away, Raging-Fury. It's never too late to join in

and Cow, I chose China for the Hellish base cuz it is so huge, and can the billions of Imps the Lucifer brought with him to the surface.

[Thereisnocowlevel]

China's roughly the same size as the United States...

[Vhaeraun]

And the United States is where the Angelic Stronghold is.

Sorry for the delay in my posting on here.

I will most likely post later today with Gabriel and Michael.

[Nickodemus]

Q screams in agony.

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't let this one die too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[singo]

I dont want the bugger to die either, but if there is going to be the only about three guys posting there doesnt seem to be much point :(

[Nickodemus]

V, come save it......puuuleeeeeeeeease

[WarBrood]

I would start posting again, but I cannot really see this going much futhor, it is very unorganized as it is.

[SpeedyWorm1]

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