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Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

Alexio hissed in rage storming and dodging the salt shards. He slammed through some angrily looking around for anyone who didn't belong to his city. He walked over to one general who had one hundred troops at his back. You get the order?! Yes Alexio! he said nodding while the troops stood at attention. Good! Alexio said hitting another salt peice which when hit with the whole of Alexio's rage shattered. His eyes had gone black in anger and he was ready to kill if need be. Citizens were coming over looking to Alexio the leader of this city. Fan out! he yelled. Anyone who sees another soldier who doesn't belong to us kill! This city will not fall! he was screaming now his eyes showing that he would do whatever it took to stop them. Everyone disparsed and Alexio took up his position with another two hundred surrounding and in back of him.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

Once the fog was so thick that visibility was only for a few feet in front of one's face, the barbarians marched on the walls of the city. Koth's Arcane energies were depleted for the time being, but he did enough for now. He picked up his ax and lead the charge. A thunderous roar ripped into the sky as the savages unleashed their fury and dashed forward, their weapons on fire. A large boulder was hurled at the gates, but they didn't budge. West Deum Smith's were renowned for their sturdy work and this gate was no exception. A flaming dagger was launched, hitting the door and catching it alight.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

General move back!! Alexio screamed angrily. He saw the troops move back a few feet, but did not move. He led his troops anger and a mix of hatred probably in his eyes. He crouched his sword ready to kill or be killed.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

With the gate now engulfed, stones were hurled at it with a more astounding force and volume than before. THe wood began to creak and buckle while the surrounding wall began to crumble from the barrage. Flaming weapons were launched over the wall and into the crowds below, striking houses, people, market stands, and some just plain missed anything, but it were still on fire which would create a berth around it. Koth roared into the sky, his rage echoing into the Deum as massive footfalls could suddenly be heard. With each, earth shaking stomp, the sound of a giant approaching became clearer and clearer
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

Alexio had had enough. He bent his knees. Alexio Nooo!!!! a general screamed. He leapt snarling in pure rage. He saw the giant, but he was plummeting down toward the army. You.... will ..... not ..... take .... this .... city!!!! he was screaming his eyes glaring. His sword swung out as he flipped and tried to land so he wouldn't get hurt. He growled in fury trying to stab and kill the opposite army.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

Koth heared the screams of a man getting closer, but couldn't see him through the fog he created. It mattered not to Koth as the assault continued. Alexio was met by two barbarian who were all but foaming at the mouth, one wielding a hammer, the other wielding a broad sword. They charged Alexio just as he managed too stand, THe hammer swinging from the side and the broad sword coming overhead. The pounding footfalls became louder and louder as the giant approached
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

Alexio stood and saw the hammer and axe. At the last moment he dodged the hammer then swung his sword avoiding the axe. He plunged sword trying to kill. He felt the blade sink through flesh and heard the crunch of bone. He ripped the blade out fresh blood dripping down from his sword. He whirled ready for more fighting.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

The hammer wielding barbarian fell to Alexio's sword, but the ax wielding barbarian was still up and swinging. Koth began to walk through the fog along the road, heading for the main gate. It was high time in his mind to pick the world up and drop it on the heads of Deum. The barbarians had never done anything to deserve their extinction, but because their ways were not the same as those of Deum, they were hunted and slaughtered like calves. Koth bore upon his shoulders the weight of an entire civilization, an entire way of life, and he would damned if he let if fall in vain.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

Alexio managed barely to dodge the axe and tried to calculate his opponents next move. He brought his sword up to block the axe swing and swung high aiming for the head. He would not go down without a fight. Above him archers were firing arrow after arrow into the opposite army. He saw soldiers and citizens alike fighting for their lives.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

The axe swing was blocked and the sword sank into the head of the barbarian. Koth launched an assault of more salt, pelting down on the entire city. More barbarians assaulted the walls and suddenly the gate began to crash down. Barbarians swarmed the city, using their flaming weapons to inflict massive damage and light anything they could on fire. Most of them were cut down, but the few survivors were able to overcome the guards at the gate and attack the city.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

Alexio laughed nastily and yanked his sword out grinning at the blood. He ran to where the men lay. General! General! Alexio forget about me! the general screamed and Alexio dived after the barbarians instantly ingaging in battle. He dodged quickly and deftly. This is where his taunts come out. Oh the barbarians must train weak spiniless men! he said stabbing an opening in the barbarian's defenses. We men here are trained for months on end! So what makes you think that you can take this city? he started laughing wildly. OOC Sorry this is Alexio's worst. He prays on someone's weaknesses during war and battle.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

A barbarian dodged Alexio's attacked and grabbed him by the throat hoisting him off the ground and choke slamming him into the cobblestone. The barbarian raised his hammer for a swing as the flames in the burning city grew brighter. Suddenly, a tremendous earthquake ripped through the ground, throwing the barbarian off balance and away from Alexio. A thunderous roar broke into the sky as the giant finally arrived. He was a giant made from the beating heart of the Valoshurk mountain, living lava that stood 40' tall. The giant lashed out at the wall, turning it to slag before another terrible roar broke out. The barbarian fell silent and looked to the sky as the wing beats of something monstrous echoed over head. OOC Something wicked this way comes . . .
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

As Alexio was lifted and slammed down he gasped in pain. He instantly jumped up though. General! General! a hand was raised and lowered three time then twice which meant everyone or well most of everyone was still alive. As the giant arrived Alexio cursed and moved to finish the barbarian off grabbing his sword. However he stopped and looked up at the sky when he heard the wings beating.
Thread: The final march of Jakabol (Wrathsputin & Kuziya)

Koth roared. FALL BACK!!!! DRAGON!!!! The barbarians retreated from the city, all but one. They fled back past the woodland and into caves in the nearby mountain side. The giant let himself fall into a pile of slag and melted into the ground. Another terrible roar broke out as a jet of flame scorched the sky and lit more buildings on fire. Loat scrambled to try and find safety under something made of stone, but her injuries made it hard to move. She had been ambushed in a cowardly fashion, and even though her assailants were now mutilated corpses, she was badly hurt and bleeding out. Her long, disheveled brown hair was caked to her back by blood. She was small for a barbarian who traditionally had tall woman with shoulders broader than most regular men, standing under 5' and not weighing anything more than 90 lbs. Loat was extremely toned, the definition in her muscles showed incredible detail and her eyes were a flaming crimson. Her skin was a dark, olive color with out a single blemish and she wore hide armor with five daggers acting as her weapons. Her knowledge of Pyromancy and Geomancy made her a force to be reckoned with, but right now she wouldn't be able to cast a thing. Loat barely hide herself under some rubble before she blacked out.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

Already late, good job, assclown Shut up! Make me! Oh, for the love of pickles, just fucking stop! Marshal argued with Mich as he rode his bike to school, muttering under his breath. Matt was silent as usual, but his dour cloud hung over Marshal like an omen of despair, typical of the three. Marshal trying to maintain control, Mich insulting him to try and break him down and wrench control from him, while Matt pouted in the corner, crying over nothing. It was Marshal's first day at a new school, Mich got him kicked out of the last one for starting, and then promptly ending a fight over a lunch milk. Fucking figures Mich hissed Is there anything you can do right, you fucking turd bucket? A rhetorical question, common among Mich's slightly limited vocabulary. Marshal's blue vest flapped in the wind as he picked up speed, trying to mitigate his tardiness. Marshal made it to the school, but he wasn't sure how late he was. He quickly made it to the bike lock cage and slapped a lock on his mountain bike. He darted through the front yard and through the doors, booking his way down the hall to what he hopped was the direction of his first class. Late, late, late, you're gonna get us kicked out Matt whined, his first words all day. Mich faded away as Matt began to pummel self-loathing and anguish into Marshal, but he dashed on none the less. It was just something he had to live with, having multiple personalities. Try as he might, the voices in his head never shut up, and all the pills and therapy in the world couldn't fix him. Matt forced horrid memories to flood back, the multiple suicide attempts when Matt finally gained control, but Marshal still marched on, bursting into a classroom. The look on his face was a bit confused, but how else was he honestly supposed to look?
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Outfit Daphne sat in class bored out of her mind. She twirled her dirty blonde hair around her finger. She caught a glance of her black highlight out the corner of her eye. Her blue eyes looked around the room as she surveyed her peers. They were either paying attention or not even faking paying attention. Daphne glanced down at her notebook as the lyrics peered up at her saying 'Finish me!'. Daphne scoffed silently looking away from her lyric book. She was a nut case and the whole school knows it. Seeing things that aren't real. Such as inanimate things speaking her. It was funny really. Seeing people look at her as if she'll choke them or something. It's like geez, she's crazy not a killer. Daphne looked towards the door when she saw someone burst in. Cute, but looked highly confused. Daphne fixed her hat slightly leaning back but keeping an eye on him. New guy? Interesting. Maybe a jock or rebel? Who knows? More than likely, someone who will look at her with the same deer eyed look she gets all the time. She looked back at her notebook before she began continuing her writing. Much to her lyric's relief.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Ah, you must be our new student The professor glanced up from his papers and nodded to the young man in the door panting. Well, pick a seat. we're going to be taking a test, but seeing as you haven't been in the class their isn't much point in making you take it. I'll have a replacement assignment for you to do as homework some other night. Marshal nodded and then looked for an open seat. His grey eyes scanned the room before falling on a seat next to a rather gorgeous dirty blonde, totally his type. This, however, was bad news and he knew it, Mich and he had almost identical taste in women, but Mich would trash a girl's heart if he knew it would crush Marshal's. Shit he muttered under his breath as he walked over and took a seat next to her. Keep calm, you can do this, right shit-for-brains? Mich taunted Marshal as he took in every detail about the girl he could pick up. It wasn't much, but if it meant decimating Marshal at a later date, any detail about anyone could be useful. Matt subjected both of them to the torment of reliving pains to let them know he was still very much alive against his will
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Daphne heard everything going on but she made sure not to show it. She was just content doing what she was doing. Until the new guy sat next to her. Ready teach? Really? In her head she was cursing the teacher in 3 different languages. She was trying to focus and how was she going to do that with a hot guy staring her down. Yup! You heard correctly, out the corner of her eyes she could see the guy staring t her. Actually, no. He wasn't staring at her, he was analyzing her to be exact. Not to be one to turn down a challenge she turned and looked at him. She raised an eyebrow at him before giving he him a small smirk and a nod. She then turned her eyes back to her notebook before she continue writing. The lyrics standing from the page making little sounds to tease her causing her to roll her eyes and ignore them.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Marshal wrestled for control, hating the fact that Mich was getting him to stare just so he could use her against him later. He finally seized control from Mich and not a moment too soon. The beautiful women gave him a smirk and nodded after raising an eyebrow, sizing him up just as Mich was doing to her. Her figure was stunning to say the least, but Marshal forced himself to look away just after she looked to her notebook. How long do you really think i'll let you last here, Marshy-Boy?, I'll crush you here just like I have every other school, face it, you pathetic mucus Mich snickered. Matt was silently tormenting Marshal with nearly unbearable pain, but Marshal simply swallowed hard and muttered a few curses under his breath, hoping to make the voices go away if only for a moment
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Daphne heard him curse under his breath and this caused her to look at him. What's sing m wrong with him? She eyed him carefully as if to see if he was just being with her. He wasn't. So, she leaned over to him making sure the teacher wasn't looking. You alright? She asked him carefully. She'd seen a look in his eyes. Pain.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Marshal struggled to force Matt and Mich back, and the strain was visible to anyone who only knew where to look. He took a deep breath and with one final shove, crammed them back into the the darkest depths of his mind. The look of pain slowly faded from him and he was able to glance back at the extraordinary hot woman sitting next to him. Hm? Oh, I'm okay, it's nothing He tried to play it off, but his attempt was laughable at best
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Daphne nodded clearly unconvinced. Your clearly not but, it's not any of my business so I'll let it go. Though, quick tip for future reference. Don't lie to me. Don't tell me? Fine. Just, don't lie. She said seriously before moving back into her seat. This happened right as the bell rang causing her to stand and grab her things. She glanced at him before giving him a sink. See ya later new kid. She said to him before leaving the classroom without looking back.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices He was lucky the bell rang, he didn't have a retort for that. It wasn't that Marshal was trying to be a jerk, but getting people involved was always a bad idea. Which sucked major donkey shlong, he was a teenage boy and it would be all but impossible to have a girlfriend with his condition. Not that he would be after a relationship just for sex, but any kind of companionship was no go. Marshal grabbed his things and walked through the halls to his next class, enjoying his dominance over Mich and Matt for the time being. It was the only time he could think, and he needed all the time in the world. He made his way to his next class and took a seat in the back so that he could meditate and concentrate on keeping Mich and Matt locked down
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Daphne arrived at her next class bored out of her mind. She fount school to be honestly boring. She knew everything already. She had photographic memory so she read all her school books one night and had everything memorized. So, you could pretty much understand her reason for being upset and bored right. Daphne noticed the new kid was in her class but chose to ignore him and sat 2 seats away from him going back to finishing her song. The lyrics were honestly pissing her off. They wouldn't shut up.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Marshal wanted to apologize, but bit his tongue. Coooome ooon!!! Don't be a pussy!! Just say Sorry for being a cock munch and lying to you Marshy-Boy. Is it that hard, dick-pickle? Mich's obnoxious voice split Marshal's concentration like a maul splitting wood. Clenching his teeth, Marshal took out a piece of paper and wrote down a small note. Marshal got up, fighting back Mich as he walked by Daphne's desk and slipped her the note he wrote before walking to the front of the class and asking the teacher to go get a drink of water. Once dismissed, he walked out into the hall where he just about doubled over. Matt was back with a vengeance and Marshal was almost in tears over the wave of soul crushing sadness that suddenly struck him. Marshal fought back hard, but he was failing. He slipped into the bathroom, into a stall and hurled. After tossing up last night's dinner, he made his way to the sink and tried to use the water to help knock some sense into himself. His hand went into his vest pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills. He popped two and put the small bottle back in his pocket before taking out a travel size bottle of mouthwash. Matt causing him to vomit wasn't uncommon, he had to be prepared. The note Marshal left Daphne, should she chose to read it goes I'm sorry I lied, really bad habit. Please don't hold it against me Signed Marshal
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Daphne was doing her best to ignore the note that sat on her desk but when it started standing up and jumping up and down coaxing her to read it, she was influenced. She grabbed the note and opened it up reading it silently. She couldn't help the small smile that she felt blossom on her face after reading it. He wasn't a complete douche like she originally thought. Fantastic. She took out a red pen and wrote back a quick reply on the back of the note standing and placing the note on his desk. The teacher really didn't care what she did. Just as long as she kept good grades in his class. She walked back to her seat and sat down with a small smile on her face which was nothing more than a slight upturn of the corner of her lips. THE NOTE SAID Your forgiven.....for now. Don't be a dick, okay? Don't make me regret my decision. From, Daph
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Marshal forced composure onto himself and made it out of the bathroom and back into the class. He kept his eyes low and to the ground mostly, still assuming the beautiful woman was mad at him, as she really had every right to be. It wasn't that he was trying to be mean and lie to someone, he just knew better than to get other involved in his little problem. But after her reaction, he decided he needed to find a way to divert attention from him without lying. As he sat at his desk, he noticed a note. His note. It had been returned and there was red ink on the back. A response? He asked in his thoughts. Keeping Mich and Matt locked back and away, he picked up the note and read her response. There was a small smile on his face. It was nice not to feel hated. And he liked her name. Daph, probably short for Daphne. He folded the note and put it in his pocket, then went the rest of the class trying to keep Mich and Matt in check. The bell rang, signalling it was lunch time. Marshal got up, stretching a bit and cracking his neck before heading out side. He didn't bring a lunch, he wasn't very hungry anyway
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

RE Arguing with voices Daphne sighed in annoyance as she heard the bell ring and was the first one out of the room before everyone could rush out of the room. She walked down the hall, ignoring the whispers, to the cafeteria. It was mostly empty considering she was early. She then walked to the line and grabbed an apple before the lunch ladies could notice. She then walked quickly out of the building outside. She walked to her favorite tree on the hill and sat beneath it. She crossed her legs, making sure she wasn't flashing anyone. Usually she'd go off of school grounds in order to get lunch but her car was in the shop and she was not skateboarding all the way there. She then opened her favorite book, To Kill A Mockingbird, and let herself get absorbed into the story and watched the words come off into the page and circle around her, literally. So pretty, yet no one could see. She laughed to herself before she continued reading.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

Marshal was walking about when he found a tree to sit under, oblivious to Daphne sitting on the other side of the tree reading a book. He began talking to the voices in his head, trying to just make them go away. Mich, go away. I'm in control and you can't have my body. Marshal said. Mich wrenched control for just long enough to speak out loud, and Marshal's body spoke in a slightly different voice No, I am. I rule, you drool, turd lick. Mich tried to stand but Matt forced incredible pain on him and Marshal. I Want The Quiet!! Matt's thoughts roared into Marshal and Mich's, disrupting Mich's control and letting Marshal take hold again.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

Daphne was getting really into her book when she heard noise from the other side of the tree. She then heard the new kid's voice from behind the tree. She moved in order to look behind the tree with curiosity. There, she saw him having an argument with himself, then he was in a lot of pain. She tilted her head. He has split personality disorder, maybe? She stood silently, placing down her book, before she then walked to the other side of the tree where he was. So, I'm not the only student at this school that is a little different huh? She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

Marshal was still trying to recover for Matt's attack and didn't notice Daphne until she spoke. A bit startled, Marshal scrambled to stand and brush himself off. What? Different? I uh- Marshal was about to try and play it off, but then remembered her note. Yeah . . . I guess I am different. What about you? Marshal asked.
Thread: Arguing with voices (Wrathsputin and Psych13)

I'm different too. She said walking forward a bit. She adjusted her hat slightly so it was tilted to the side slightly. Not as advanced and as complex as yours, mind you, but different none the less. She said cryptically with a small smirk and her arms crossed over her chest.