An odd ringing sound echoed thoughout the town. It continued for what seemed like hours, ringing and ringing, echoing and echoing. Until, just as sudden as it had started, it stopped. Where it had originated, it couldn't be said, but one thing was for sure; this bell meant something. The sound was an alarm to all still living in the surrounding area. All who survived the massacre. The initial cause of this panic, was one man. One, single man. This man now stood before the bell, looking into the eyes of a priest. Stepping closer, he asked him why he had refused to tell him what he needed to know. After the silent reply, he accepted his chosen fate and kneeled before the man. Then, in one fluid movement, he swung a dark blade toward his neck.
For a moment, a brief moment, he felt inferior. This action had spoke to him in a form stronger than words. It spoke to him, and that is when he realized. He was nothing more than what he had once killed. He was nothing more than evil. With this conclusion, he swung the blade again, this time at the bell. A fulminating noise swept across the town for one last time as the man took to the street. There, he waited for his master. His reason for treachory.
A small blue blur popped into existence before him, floating curiously. As if following it, more came, and then more after those. Soon, there were thousands of orbs, accumulating and forming together. When they had completely unified, the blue color turned black. Changing itself at a voiceless command, it formed into a six-foot-tall oval. Just as the man suspected, a hand reached out of the darkness, crimson in color. The red fluid dripped from the creatures fingertips and fell to the ground, smoking on contact until no longer seen. Mere seconds later, the owner of the hand revealed himself, drenched in the same red liquid. As it dripped down from him like the rest of the substance, he became clearer. A golden helm was now discernible, and even his face. When all liquid was gone, his identity was evident. Ares.
"Do you not love me still," he asked, his tone hinting that it was meant to be humorous. The man only frowned. "I will never feel anything other than malice for you. Still.. I am your saint, and you are my master." Pleased, Ares laughed, walking to him to pat him on his shoulder. Instead though, the man stepped back disgusted. "Touching me was not part of our deal."
"... And so it wasn't. Well. You will get your freedom. Through death. I have been contemplating as of late, and have come to the conclusion that you are not worthy of your own existence. You are not worthy of serving under me. So, I.." Before he could finish, the man interupted. "Then let me go free, and choose another for your games." Ares laughed yet again. As his laughter died, his face contorted, then made a wry smile. "Crane Fortigule, I will never let you leave my service alive. So, I will put you to a test. If you fail this test, the result will be death. If you succeed.."
"When I succeed.."
"If you succeed, you will be releaved of my control in exactly ten years. Understood?" Taking a few moments, he went through all of the possibilities. Either way, he lost, but one outcome was surely better than the other. He could of course come back from death, but there were other ways to kill a being. Other ways that Ares surely had planned for him. "Understood. What is my test?"
"A battle. I will summon warriors from across the multiverses, across every universe and world and galaxy, to challenge you. The victor is the last one who is left standing. Good luck, m'boy.... I hope, for your sake, that Perperam Sanctus has given you enough intelligence to win. Hah." Around Ares formed more blue orbs, and quicker than they had appeared, they infected him like a plague. Once fully covered in the aura, he was engulfed. Then, they retracted, and nothing more was seen but the land behind him.
The saint only stood, waiting for his opponents. He would do everything in his power to win this fight; even if it meant killing someone innocent. He would be the victor, and be releaved of Perperam Sanctus once and for all.
This is an Omniversal calling to everyone who is able to participate in a battle. Every single Role Player who is able - you're being called out. This will be a battle between ( hopefully ) at least ten people. I, alone, will be facing anyone who accepts this challenge. Simply, everyone who joins, against me.
The rules will be stated below,
Rules
+ No Godmoding.
+ No Powerplaying.
+ If you have more than five spelling errors and grammar errors in one post, you will be immediately removed ( I will play it off as Ares killing you ).
+ Everyone versus me. No exceptions. If you go rogue and attack your own group, well, that's their problem.
+ I assure you, even though it will seem like I am invincible, you can beat me. All you need to do it read my template, which is located here -
Click Here ( Obviously, I will be using Crane Fortigule )
+ Good luck to you.
+ If you powerplay more than twice you will be removed from the battle.
+ I am setting these limitations for not only everyone who joins, but me as well. It is completely fair. I will ask my friend Stryfe, ( assuming he isn't joining ), and two moderators to judge this. If challenged by any, be sure you have something to back yourself up with. I know I will, because I expect to be challenged.
+ Have fun. This is my one and only battle here. This is for reputation and anything regarding it. I have been to many forums, and battled many people, and in my time of RPing, I have come to the conclusion that every role play section isn't very.. good. So, if any of you beat me, I promise to devote myself to helping this forum in anyway possible, and attempt to have Stryfe do the same. ( That isn't a promise that he will, but I will try ). Stakes high enough? Begin joining.
+ One last rule. Anyone is allowed to join.