Post by Nyx on Aug 4, 2010 15:30:38 GMT -5
L o g r i f
The Transcendent
Born of flames and heat. Logrif was the scion of war, for wherever he stepped tongues of flame leapt, and men and woman were driven to rage by his mere appearance. He knew of every battle before it ever happened, and he was the one that went to the gods and told them about the Scion Ultima and her rise of a rebellion. Thanks to him, the gods won the war, and for that, they rose him, from primal beast, to a more human, and angelic appearance.
Wreathed in fire, Logrif stands tall as a massive man. His body of chiseled physique, like that of a warrior, strong and bold. His skin is a deep brick red, and nude except for a single loincloth of fire. A tuft of reddish orange hair trails from the center of his stomach, over his belly button, and trails into a bigger tuft in the center of his chest. His arms are coated in golden chains with many red jewels dangling from them. Laid out on his back is 6 feathered wings. 3 on each side, and of flaming red orange, who's feathers ignite as they fall from it. They are constantly flapping to keep him afloat in the air. On his face is a mask with a protruding snout, scaled in deep red, and looking much like the face of a bangaa. The eyes of the mask are lit with flame. His hair is a billowing rage of fire that leaps out and flicks in every direction. He carries in his left hand a Massive flamberge, whom's blade is made of molten lava that flows up and down. The handle is of obsidian. The other hand of the man carries a noting but a gauntlet of magma, flowing lava and burning rock. It is lit ablaze in a circle of flame at all times. When he grips the sword in his left hand with his right as well, the blade becomes en-flamed. A pair of horns curl from his head, and his legs end in cloven hoofs like that of a ram. Both of these features appear to be made of black obsidian.
- E n f u r y -
He holds out his right hand, and a flame funnels from it's palm. He then throws the flame to the ground. Anyone caught in the blast of fire is not only damaged, but is also rendered beserked.
-W i c k e r -
He lifts up his flameburg and grips it with both hands. It lights ablaze and he stabs it into the ground. Spouts of lava rip up from under his foes feet. And for a short time his attacks deal extra fire damage, as well as have a chance to cause berserk.
- E n f l a m e -
Flaps wings hard, sending a wave of fire at his foes. This fire burns and continues to burn for a short while.
-S o l s t i c e -
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L a h a b r e a
The Abyssal Celebrant
Scion of Light, tasked with preforming the celebrations of rebirth. Lahabrea is the mother of reincarnation, for it is she who gives the joys to those souls who are to be riencarnated. She gives them the joy of clebration, and then she recycles the souls. It is she who floats them to there new body, a baby of any kind. Born of no memory of there past life, but just a new life. The Occuria asked her to sit out in the battle against the scions of darkness ,and for that, the once warm loveing mother became cold and brittle. She still to this day is upset that she was not allowed to help the gods, and thoug hshe preforms her duties with love, she still is quite cold under her facade.
Standing tall as a slender woman, Lahabrea is swraped in a white chilly air. Her skin is a snowy white, and her viens are long and deep blue, seen just by looking at her skin, as they are verry appearent. Her hair is a flowing icy blue, braided into thick strands with sapphires dangling from them. Her eyes are a pure white, except for the exact centers where they are a pale teal. Her lips are deep blue, and her face comepletly unflawed. A circlet of silver hangs around her head, and a singl sapphire dangles from tis center. Her ears are peireced with silver studs, and danglings blue jewels. Her nose is pierced as well. Strangly enough Lahabrea wears a black latex-like crop-top that has short sleeves. The Top has a single zipper of silver up its center, and is slightly unzipped at the top to show the tops of her plump breast. Lines of ice travel up where the seams of the outfit would be, and all lead into a single frozen chocker around her neck where a blue tear-drop shaped sapphire hangs. On each arm is a shiney black glove of simmilier appearence to her crop-top. It is of elbow length, and at the elbo is ended with a ruffle of ice at its top that flares toward her shoulder. At the ends of the gloves are medium length nails of ice that are sharp and slender yet absolutly stunning. Her stomach is slightly, very slightly rounded, and in the center of it it becomes a very thin ice. If you look inside of the belly, a pair of fish are frozen at eachothers tails, mouths open. The fish are a light silverly white, with flecks of blue every random scale. Cold, chilled chains with bits of ice still on them cover her belly, makeing it seem like a prison for the fish. On her wiast is yet another chain of silver chilled. In the centere is a braid of ice. She wears a short black skirt, just about above her knees. It is of the same appearence of her gloves and crop-top of latex-like appaerence. It has slender ice lines over it, and at the end it has dangling tear-drop gemstones. She wears Knee-high boots of black, again similiear to her crop-tops material. It has a ruffle of ice flaring upwards from her top. The heel of the boot is a stilleto, and is made of a single icicle each. At the ends of the boots are three long slender claws each. In her right hand she carries a long, slender braided black whip, at the end of witch is a single dangling icicle. She can lash this weapon about and cut foes with its end.
- B i t t e r S t i n g -
She lashes her whip outward, cuaseing a blizzard to buffet whatever whas struck, even if it was nothing.
- C r y s t a l T e a r s-
She begins to cry, and suddenly icicles begin to fly like torpeedo's are her foes. Snowy white wind also rages around her.
- G l a c i a l C a ge -
She spins on her toe of her shoes in a circle, whilst one leg is arched inward in a inverted dance like style. She spins her wip over head in a circle and then lashes it down. Suddenly one person is wrapped up in a ball of icicles. Allies have to either attack the ball to break it, or let the icicles pierce there allies for instant death.
- I c e A g e -
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E m m e r o l o t h
The holy Queen
Scion of light tasked with Rulesing the scions. It is she who sits atop a throne of the ocean, and her radience and rule are absolute. All the scions obey her whims. She is also the guardian of the seas, and it is she who keeps the waters of the world clean. She is the essential of life, for without her, it is fortold that the sea's will sour, and the fish will die. This is of course, a myth yet to be proven true, for she has not appeared to mortals in ages.
In legend she is told to sit upon a tidal wave, her bottom pressed to the crest of the wave. Her legs sit crossed. Her skin is of velvety blue hue, and her face is adorned with gold. Upon her head rest a Tiara of gold, at the top of it is a pearl. Her hair is aquatic, rushing water that flows like a waterfall straight down her back ending at the wave with a crash. Her eyes are closed shut, for she is said to be unable to witness the world, or else she will flood it in pure waters. Her lips are shaded with a delecate shiny white. Around her kneck is a gold chain, at the end of witch is a single ewer, a jug from witch waters pours from. The Jug is pearly white, with lines of blue in it. The water that so endlesly flows from its opened mouth curves around in a spiral around the scion, adorning her in a dress of pure water. Under her dress you can see her sea-shell braw, adorned with lines of pearls, and her undergarmet a single shell to cover her groin, and yet stringed like a bikini. But the ever flowing water stops you from gazeing at it too long, for its constant movement makes it distort from many images. She wears no shoes, but her toenails are dipped in a shiny white mother-of-pearl color, much like her fingernails are too. On both of her arms golden chains, woven in with pearls are they, and they warp like delicate sleeves to the scion. At her left hand a massive pearl floats, around it are several pearls. In the center of the middle you can sea the sea...calm when the queen is, and rageing when the queen is furious. On her right hand she carries nothing, but each finger is covered in a golden full finger ring. At the tips she can command water with them. She carries a delicate, ever cruel-ever shifty smile. She is one of the few Scions that can actually speak the hume language, or at least that is told.
- F a t h o m B u b b l e -
Her pearl begins to glow with a blue light and then a bubble forms around one person. It condessed and explodes in a blast of water.
- O c e a n i c -
She makes a cirlce with one of her ringed fingers, and then water forms as a halo over her foes. She then points down, and the hallo drops, to the ground. Anything that is caught in the Halo is instently silenced, and torn apart by waves of water.
- T u r m o i l W a v e -
She thrust her open palm foward and her pearl flies high. The pears the float aroudn it glow blue, and smash into the groun in a straight line, potentialy hurting anyone in there way. They then make a loud noise, and a wave of water lifts up from them and smashes down, hurting anything in a line in front of them.
- D e l u g e -
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H a l m a r u t
The Arbitor
Scion of secrets, the Judge of life. Halmarut is the scion of whom knows all. He knows the future, and the past, and Judges wether it is relevent or not. He judges passion, and justice, emotions are but a figment of his sprawl. He is the confider, of whom knows what men secretly desire most, write in anceint words, that not even the Occuria can read. He knows the catastrophes, he knows the beginings. But it was in Vain to know these, for he chose to not tell the gods of the war. For this he was called down, and Sealed in his mouth. For he can not utter now, a single world from his book, the book that tells of all. He is also the upper air, the sky that holds the stars. He is what everyone gazes upon day and night, for he is the highest sphere, ever embraceing the planet in a loveing embrace.
Halmarut appears as a woman. Although refered to by many as a He, this is indeed false. For she is so banned, that the secret of his appearence was locked away to the mortal realm. She is in fact a female in appearence, who floats in the sky, her hair sprawling out into the sky. When she pulls herself from the sky, her hair remains upward, ever-filling the sky. Black like the night it is. Her face is gentle and serene, here eyes are black, with stars in there center, sparkling, twinkling. Her skin is a bone white, although her lips are pure black.She wears a thin light tunic paterned like the night sky, that moves as she does, ever-apparent of her theme to the sky. The night sky fixed in her top and bottom. She wears a pair of pants, that cut off at the knee, and are ttached to the leg by little suspenders of stars.She wears a halo of rings, much like a planet in our galexy, with rocks floating in orbit around it. These rings also appear around her wrist and ankles. She wears sandles of pure black, clasped with stars. Her throat is covered in a contricting choker of black, with a gemstone of yellow dangling from it. Her arms are coverd in sleeves after her elbows, billowing thick robe-like sleeves, with many layers, of same pattern to her tunic. Behind her are 6 scales, Pulling upward like the wings of a seraphim. On each scale is a scale pan of gold, that holds a crispy black flame, with starts in it. Like the sky of space. Tjhey flicker like torches, and exude a forbiden enchanting pale glow of yellow. Her scales are made of stars. Chained to her hip is a massive tome, bound in black velvet, and wrapped in chains of stars. In her hands she carries a scythe, Only tow pices of its shaft remain, the rest is just floating peicies of rock and star. The blade the falls from it is sharp enough to cut the threads of space, and for that is made of pure stars, with dust falling from it with every movement. SHe is said to be able to cotnrol this scythe with just a flick of her wrist.
- S a t a l i t e -
She stabs her sythe into the air above her, and cuts downward, ripping a holde in the sky. From it a rock falls and hits something, exploding in bits of energy.
- C o s m i c S p i n -
She holds her scythe above her head, and it begins to spin. She then flicks it vertically foward, and it slices foward as a disk of destruction, anything hit is struck for massive damage. it also is like a boomerang so it hits once going foward, and once going back.
- V a c u m e -
She charges her Scythe and then smashes it down, cutting a hole in space. It has a chance to warp as well as do damage.
- B o l i d e -
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[/size]The Transcendent
Born of flames and heat. Logrif was the scion of war, for wherever he stepped tongues of flame leapt, and men and woman were driven to rage by his mere appearance. He knew of every battle before it ever happened, and he was the one that went to the gods and told them about the Scion Ultima and her rise of a rebellion. Thanks to him, the gods won the war, and for that, they rose him, from primal beast, to a more human, and angelic appearance.
Wreathed in fire, Logrif stands tall as a massive man. His body of chiseled physique, like that of a warrior, strong and bold. His skin is a deep brick red, and nude except for a single loincloth of fire. A tuft of reddish orange hair trails from the center of his stomach, over his belly button, and trails into a bigger tuft in the center of his chest. His arms are coated in golden chains with many red jewels dangling from them. Laid out on his back is 6 feathered wings. 3 on each side, and of flaming red orange, who's feathers ignite as they fall from it. They are constantly flapping to keep him afloat in the air. On his face is a mask with a protruding snout, scaled in deep red, and looking much like the face of a bangaa. The eyes of the mask are lit with flame. His hair is a billowing rage of fire that leaps out and flicks in every direction. He carries in his left hand a Massive flamberge, whom's blade is made of molten lava that flows up and down. The handle is of obsidian. The other hand of the man carries a noting but a gauntlet of magma, flowing lava and burning rock. It is lit ablaze in a circle of flame at all times. When he grips the sword in his left hand with his right as well, the blade becomes en-flamed. A pair of horns curl from his head, and his legs end in cloven hoofs like that of a ram. Both of these features appear to be made of black obsidian.
- E n f u r y -
He holds out his right hand, and a flame funnels from it's palm. He then throws the flame to the ground. Anyone caught in the blast of fire is not only damaged, but is also rendered beserked.
-W i c k e r -
He lifts up his flameburg and grips it with both hands. It lights ablaze and he stabs it into the ground. Spouts of lava rip up from under his foes feet. And for a short time his attacks deal extra fire damage, as well as have a chance to cause berserk.
- E n f l a m e -
Flaps wings hard, sending a wave of fire at his foes. This fire burns and continues to burn for a short while.
-S o l s t i c e -
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L a h a b r e a
The Abyssal Celebrant
Scion of Light, tasked with preforming the celebrations of rebirth. Lahabrea is the mother of reincarnation, for it is she who gives the joys to those souls who are to be riencarnated. She gives them the joy of clebration, and then she recycles the souls. It is she who floats them to there new body, a baby of any kind. Born of no memory of there past life, but just a new life. The Occuria asked her to sit out in the battle against the scions of darkness ,and for that, the once warm loveing mother became cold and brittle. She still to this day is upset that she was not allowed to help the gods, and thoug hshe preforms her duties with love, she still is quite cold under her facade.
Standing tall as a slender woman, Lahabrea is swraped in a white chilly air. Her skin is a snowy white, and her viens are long and deep blue, seen just by looking at her skin, as they are verry appearent. Her hair is a flowing icy blue, braided into thick strands with sapphires dangling from them. Her eyes are a pure white, except for the exact centers where they are a pale teal. Her lips are deep blue, and her face comepletly unflawed. A circlet of silver hangs around her head, and a singl sapphire dangles from tis center. Her ears are peireced with silver studs, and danglings blue jewels. Her nose is pierced as well. Strangly enough Lahabrea wears a black latex-like crop-top that has short sleeves. The Top has a single zipper of silver up its center, and is slightly unzipped at the top to show the tops of her plump breast. Lines of ice travel up where the seams of the outfit would be, and all lead into a single frozen chocker around her neck where a blue tear-drop shaped sapphire hangs. On each arm is a shiney black glove of simmilier appearence to her crop-top. It is of elbow length, and at the elbo is ended with a ruffle of ice at its top that flares toward her shoulder. At the ends of the gloves are medium length nails of ice that are sharp and slender yet absolutly stunning. Her stomach is slightly, very slightly rounded, and in the center of it it becomes a very thin ice. If you look inside of the belly, a pair of fish are frozen at eachothers tails, mouths open. The fish are a light silverly white, with flecks of blue every random scale. Cold, chilled chains with bits of ice still on them cover her belly, makeing it seem like a prison for the fish. On her wiast is yet another chain of silver chilled. In the centere is a braid of ice. She wears a short black skirt, just about above her knees. It is of the same appearence of her gloves and crop-top of latex-like appaerence. It has slender ice lines over it, and at the end it has dangling tear-drop gemstones. She wears Knee-high boots of black, again similiear to her crop-tops material. It has a ruffle of ice flaring upwards from her top. The heel of the boot is a stilleto, and is made of a single icicle each. At the ends of the boots are three long slender claws each. In her right hand she carries a long, slender braided black whip, at the end of witch is a single dangling icicle. She can lash this weapon about and cut foes with its end.
- B i t t e r S t i n g -
She lashes her whip outward, cuaseing a blizzard to buffet whatever whas struck, even if it was nothing.
- C r y s t a l T e a r s-
She begins to cry, and suddenly icicles begin to fly like torpeedo's are her foes. Snowy white wind also rages around her.
- G l a c i a l C a ge -
She spins on her toe of her shoes in a circle, whilst one leg is arched inward in a inverted dance like style. She spins her wip over head in a circle and then lashes it down. Suddenly one person is wrapped up in a ball of icicles. Allies have to either attack the ball to break it, or let the icicles pierce there allies for instant death.
- I c e A g e -
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E m m e r o l o t h
The holy Queen
Scion of light tasked with Rulesing the scions. It is she who sits atop a throne of the ocean, and her radience and rule are absolute. All the scions obey her whims. She is also the guardian of the seas, and it is she who keeps the waters of the world clean. She is the essential of life, for without her, it is fortold that the sea's will sour, and the fish will die. This is of course, a myth yet to be proven true, for she has not appeared to mortals in ages.
In legend she is told to sit upon a tidal wave, her bottom pressed to the crest of the wave. Her legs sit crossed. Her skin is of velvety blue hue, and her face is adorned with gold. Upon her head rest a Tiara of gold, at the top of it is a pearl. Her hair is aquatic, rushing water that flows like a waterfall straight down her back ending at the wave with a crash. Her eyes are closed shut, for she is said to be unable to witness the world, or else she will flood it in pure waters. Her lips are shaded with a delecate shiny white. Around her kneck is a gold chain, at the end of witch is a single ewer, a jug from witch waters pours from. The Jug is pearly white, with lines of blue in it. The water that so endlesly flows from its opened mouth curves around in a spiral around the scion, adorning her in a dress of pure water. Under her dress you can see her sea-shell braw, adorned with lines of pearls, and her undergarmet a single shell to cover her groin, and yet stringed like a bikini. But the ever flowing water stops you from gazeing at it too long, for its constant movement makes it distort from many images. She wears no shoes, but her toenails are dipped in a shiny white mother-of-pearl color, much like her fingernails are too. On both of her arms golden chains, woven in with pearls are they, and they warp like delicate sleeves to the scion. At her left hand a massive pearl floats, around it are several pearls. In the center of the middle you can sea the sea...calm when the queen is, and rageing when the queen is furious. On her right hand she carries nothing, but each finger is covered in a golden full finger ring. At the tips she can command water with them. She carries a delicate, ever cruel-ever shifty smile. She is one of the few Scions that can actually speak the hume language, or at least that is told.
- F a t h o m B u b b l e -
Her pearl begins to glow with a blue light and then a bubble forms around one person. It condessed and explodes in a blast of water.
- O c e a n i c -
She makes a cirlce with one of her ringed fingers, and then water forms as a halo over her foes. She then points down, and the hallo drops, to the ground. Anything that is caught in the Halo is instently silenced, and torn apart by waves of water.
- T u r m o i l W a v e -
She thrust her open palm foward and her pearl flies high. The pears the float aroudn it glow blue, and smash into the groun in a straight line, potentialy hurting anyone in there way. They then make a loud noise, and a wave of water lifts up from them and smashes down, hurting anything in a line in front of them.
- D e l u g e -
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H a l m a r u t
The Arbitor
Scion of secrets, the Judge of life. Halmarut is the scion of whom knows all. He knows the future, and the past, and Judges wether it is relevent or not. He judges passion, and justice, emotions are but a figment of his sprawl. He is the confider, of whom knows what men secretly desire most, write in anceint words, that not even the Occuria can read. He knows the catastrophes, he knows the beginings. But it was in Vain to know these, for he chose to not tell the gods of the war. For this he was called down, and Sealed in his mouth. For he can not utter now, a single world from his book, the book that tells of all. He is also the upper air, the sky that holds the stars. He is what everyone gazes upon day and night, for he is the highest sphere, ever embraceing the planet in a loveing embrace.
Halmarut appears as a woman. Although refered to by many as a He, this is indeed false. For she is so banned, that the secret of his appearence was locked away to the mortal realm. She is in fact a female in appearence, who floats in the sky, her hair sprawling out into the sky. When she pulls herself from the sky, her hair remains upward, ever-filling the sky. Black like the night it is. Her face is gentle and serene, here eyes are black, with stars in there center, sparkling, twinkling. Her skin is a bone white, although her lips are pure black.She wears a thin light tunic paterned like the night sky, that moves as she does, ever-apparent of her theme to the sky. The night sky fixed in her top and bottom. She wears a pair of pants, that cut off at the knee, and are ttached to the leg by little suspenders of stars.She wears a halo of rings, much like a planet in our galexy, with rocks floating in orbit around it. These rings also appear around her wrist and ankles. She wears sandles of pure black, clasped with stars. Her throat is covered in a contricting choker of black, with a gemstone of yellow dangling from it. Her arms are coverd in sleeves after her elbows, billowing thick robe-like sleeves, with many layers, of same pattern to her tunic. Behind her are 6 scales, Pulling upward like the wings of a seraphim. On each scale is a scale pan of gold, that holds a crispy black flame, with starts in it. Like the sky of space. Tjhey flicker like torches, and exude a forbiden enchanting pale glow of yellow. Her scales are made of stars. Chained to her hip is a massive tome, bound in black velvet, and wrapped in chains of stars. In her hands she carries a scythe, Only tow pices of its shaft remain, the rest is just floating peicies of rock and star. The blade the falls from it is sharp enough to cut the threads of space, and for that is made of pure stars, with dust falling from it with every movement. SHe is said to be able to cotnrol this scythe with just a flick of her wrist.
- S a t a l i t e -
She stabs her sythe into the air above her, and cuts downward, ripping a holde in the sky. From it a rock falls and hits something, exploding in bits of energy.
- C o s m i c S p i n -
She holds her scythe above her head, and it begins to spin. She then flicks it vertically foward, and it slices foward as a disk of destruction, anything hit is struck for massive damage. it also is like a boomerang so it hits once going foward, and once going back.
- V a c u m e -
She charges her Scythe and then smashes it down, cutting a hole in space. It has a chance to warp as well as do damage.
- B o l i d e -
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N a b r i e l e s
The Majestic
The majestic, Nabrieles, Beauty born in god-like form. Nabrieles is that witch made beauty. He was the form of pure joy for the eyes. It was also He who created Love, and he who resided over it. Nabrieles was once a Scion of such beauty men and woman would die of thirst from stareing at him. but there was one Hume, a Woman by the name of Orina. Orina was not fooled by his beauty, for she loved the scion for what was under his flesh. His internal beauty, o' his love for her, and her of him. It was they who are said to have made love for the races, but there love was forbiden. For Nabrieles was a Scion, created for duty, not love! So the gods took Orina, and had her put as a spectacle to all of the races. Nabrieles was still loyal to his gods, and for that he killed her himself. But the pain of his deed hurt him so deep, that in his heart, he began to cry. The poisons of the pain filled his body, and in wrath he lashed out. His poisons crushed the land in witch his love was murdered. The gods were afraid, for whereve he touched, the world withered and blighted and died. So They took the scion, and bound him in magicks. To lock away his taint, and placed him in a prison of filth. He is the lesson that all races learned, forbidon love is a test of pure love, for only real lovers could have withstood that pain. And Nabrieles did. Albeit it, he was changed. disfigured by the torment and grief it caused him.
Nabrieles is but a thin, dieing spectecle of his once great beauty. His skin is a putrid green, and withered and dry. His lips cracked and thin, and his eyes shut tight, yet drops of poison fall from them ever-like. He is bald, and in his round baldness is a anceint magick carved in his skin and seared with pure taint. Through all of his boney, thin figure of wasted husk are runes of ancient magicks of the same design. He is so skinny that it sickens to look at him, for his skin is heavy against his bones like a burlap sack against stone streched. His hands are bound behind him, ribbed back, cuaseing his elbows to have been broken out of place years ago. It looks painfull, but he no longer screams. They are bound in radish red- strings covered in little skeltal bones of scorpion legs. Around his through is anothe such string, that attaches to his hand, tearing his back in an arch and forcing him to look eternaly into the sky. Further more, the same strong pulls him down, attaching him to his feet, the figure of seeing him in this position is horrible. His feet are bound together, and attached to a heavy, rusted chain. The chain leads down to a sword pierced into the earth, a purple serated blade, with its hilt and handle being green and curling like his opositions object that pierces his throat. heavily Curroded chains cover all of his body. Where his heart would be in his chest is a single rotting hole, whats in it, is unknown.
- L u s t -
He thrashes about and spits out a ball of poison, anything caught in the blast of gas is poisned and harmed.
- A f f l i c t i o n -
He thrashes about violently and kisses the air. Suddenly a stream of poisons smash voilently into his foes.
- T a i n t -
He pulls upward with all his mass, lifting the blade from the ground, but then he drops it, him smashing back into the ground. Poisons flow out from it and curode anything near him, dealing massive damage to those trying to hit him up close.
- M i a s m a -
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