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Post by Larxene on Apr 4, 2010 19:51:18 GMT -5
Port Royal has been attacked by Light. Light Group | Attacking: Noctis [Leader]
Thief of Light
Ventus ----- The Dark has ten days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Light will have a claim on the world! Light, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Dark gets a Raid Group, or if the Light has won the world! Keep an eye out! |
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Post by ventus on Apr 5, 2010 11:01:33 GMT -5
Port Royal; a world where pirates rule. The salty smell of the ocean fills the air, and ships docking and leaving at a regular basis. On the shore, there is no one about at the current time. The sound of the waves crashing along the shore sooths the soul ever so gently. Just then, a strange portal opened, and a person wearing armor and riding a strange board came through. As the portal disappeared, a light enveloped the figure. When the light vanished, Ventus stood, holding his keyblade.
"A world to claim for the light. Sounds easy enough." He grins as his keyblade disappears, and walks along the beach, searching for enemies that could be lurking about. This world didn't seem like a very likely target for the darkness, so taking it for the light should prove simple. As he walked along the beach, he remembered Destiny Islands. The thought of the peaceful island and the smell of the sea put him in a relaxing state as he went and lied on the ground.
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Post by Larxene on Apr 6, 2010 12:57:12 GMT -5
A Dark Group of Two has Countered the Attack! Dark Group | Defending:
Kefka [Leader]
Garland
---- Posting Order: Thief of Light, Kefka, Noctis, Garland, then Ventus.---- If no winner has been decided by May 6, then a staff member will review and decide the winner! Remember the Rules!! - [ RULES HERE] Let the Battle Begin!! |
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There are even times when true Good requires a little cash.
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Post by Thief of Light on Apr 6, 2010 19:04:21 GMT -5
The waves crashed against the rocks of the Port ever so softly this evening. The moon was shining brightly tonight, reflecting its soothing light upon the Port. People were walking about on ships, decks, and the streets of the Island town. Music was being played upon various instruments in several buildings, for celebration of some event.
Above this island, what appeared to be a sea-bearing ship was floating. Propellers kept the ship high above the island, but were slowing down, allowing the ship to land. It was landed on a beach, near by an odd looking person that arrived on the world. It landed behind the person, so that it wouldn't crush him. The propellers on the ship slowed to a stop. The base of the ship nestled roughly in the white sand which probably had shards of broken bottles strewn about.
A person looked over, seeing if he had accidentally crushed anyone or anything on the beach. He had a worried look upon his face as he ran across the flying ship's deck. He sighed in relief, seeing that nothing was crushed. He walked towards one of the propellers on his ship and picked up a plank. He brought it towards the end of the ship the strange person was and placed it down on the edge. The plank slid down the side and into the sand below, displacing some of it upon impact. The guy climbed up on the plank and walked down to the sand below.
"Excuse me! Do you know where this is? I'm a little lost," Hakuro asked the person with the blonde, spikey hair. He had his sword, Kotetsu, on him and his Assassin's Dagger tucked in his boot. The sea breeze was soothing and cool, slightly moving his hair. This world seemed really peaceful, but he had a strange feeling like something would ruin this peaceful place.
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Post by kefka on Apr 9, 2010 21:17:14 GMT -5
Finally! A world that was not completely bright and happy, oh so full of vegetation and happy citizens. Kefka was laughing in joy, clutching his sides in mirth and wonder as the moonlit shores of Port Royal opened up before his very eyes, marveling at the murk and grime of the city itself. It was so refreshing to see rampant debauchery and feel the thriving buzz of humanity’s worst excesses so flagrantly displayed without a care for the world. Even with the veneer of civilization over this settlement, Kefka could feel the ebb and flow of bad blood, of hatred and destruction, the very feelings that made his blood sing.
Finally! No more traipsing around cutesy villages populated by inbred locals with their outdated morals! No more wandering into carefully uniform worlds populated by cretins who all think exactly the same! There was no trace of uniformity, only chaos, no civility, only debauchery and underneath all that posh and glitter human fragility still rots, waiting to be unleashed. This particular ‘Port Royal’ may still be a bastion of society but the murderous pirates that litter the waters were a nice example of how humanity can fall so low. Plunder and destruction were all that they understood, a feeling Kefka knew quite well.
This world is perfect for the dark.
Deftly steering the airship he had stolen from that insignificant little town of whatever, Kefka felt the more than the winds of the night blowing across his face. The magic within his veins twitched once more with power as another night of impending doom yawned upon him. The last battle had been a total bust. One leveled building and the other side suddenly runs away! How pathetic! Not only was it completely disappointing, it had left Kefka with pent up bloodshed in his mind, bloodshed that had to be taken out on something! Even if no opposing warriors come, he’d still level something! His life was nothing more than an ode to destruction! Without dealing out destruction, then how would he end this miserable existence?
Honestly, he had no need for this airship. His own abilities proved more than worthy with carrying him by the winds. Taking it was on a whim and Kefka was a slave to his whims. Peering out through the night with the help of the moonlight, the island community he had praised stood out against the darkness quite clearly. Already, he saw something that should not be there, an airship of similar design to the one he was piloting docked on the beach. Given that no such ship existed in this world. Two people were conversing on the sand right next to it, two people who did not fit at all.
Those simpering fools! Do they even think? Are they so trusting that they think they could just leave their ship out for all to see, waiting patiently for an attacker to just waltz in and destroy them? Well, they’ll pay for their foolishness! Kefka steered the airship so that it was in a collision course towards the airship on the ground. Putting all the power on speed, Kefka jumped out of the airship just as it was about to crash into the one down below. “Special delivery!” He cried out in ecstasy, already anticipating the upcoming slaughter.
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Noctis Lucis Caelum
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Light of the Night Sky[M:0]
"...Well now, you'll have nightmares."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Apr 10, 2010 7:01:57 GMT -5
The reality of this world was much like his own.
While other worlds he had visited had been built upon with tall towers that barely held any civilians to occupy it... much like his own kingdom... the world the prince had come upon were not one that followed the dreamy fantasy of castles within storybooks. This world held violence, deceit and blood much like his own, of a society that had not yet caught up with modern times and was still in it's years of governments attempting to seek authorized control, and the rebellious, cutthroat men and women who abolished this idea and demanded freedom as the rock-gods of this day and age.
Pirates ruled the seas of this world, at one of the periods of their time where rebellion and revolution were at it's peak, and trades and currency fetched a high price in any type of official or underhanded business. Harlots and wenches scoured the street for work, the poor drank rum in the streets, and the rich were tucked far away from the pockets of violence that outburst in the city and threatened to destroy the peace.
For the latter, barbarians invading and pillaging the rich, this place is just like home.
The chaos and debauchery here was much worse than the random destruction that rippled across Noctis's homeland during the war for the Crystal... the destroyed bridges, the bent-over power lines, even the absence of most of his people in the kingdom he had stated beforehand. And Noctis, being royalty and a prince himself, had simply turned up his nose in it and had turned away from such disgusting and petty acts.
But he had come across one individual of the type that had changed his mind about pirates and scoundrels of his ilk forever... the man had gotten himself into a bar fight over a pair of questionably beautiful women with several men in his attempts to 'court' them, and it was only when they had the clear intent to kill the man did Noctis step in with his powers and learned he had saved the life of one Captain Jack Sparrow. In his effort to thank him, the man offered to take him in as 'one of his crew' to a place he claimed to have seen someone Noctis had been looking for, and the two had set sail from Tortuga into darkened waters.
The prince had regretted taking this action, at first.
For it had all been a trick by the captain to 'never trust a pirate' as part of a bounty to hand over rich men, as Noctis had given the impression, to a 'friend of Jack's' that didn't seem too friendly on giving him the map to a location he was after. Noctis had been stripped of his weapons from Jack's knowledge of them and tied up to the mast below deck while Jack made off with the goods.
While Noctis tried to escape and couldn't summon his stockpile of weapons to help free his bonds, there had been sounds of battle outside, and the ship came under canon fire and started to sink rapidly into the chilly deep. The icy water had been up to the prince's neck before the Captain returned to save him, with little to no reason why, just saying that the map had been a mock forgery and that he came back to 'keep the trade fair'.
Noctis collected his weapons and swam out of the flooded ship back to Jack's dinghy, as his vessel the Black Pearl had been stolen by a rival pirate of his and mutinied by his crew...again, he had pointed out... and on the way back to Port Royal to catch up with them Captain Jack explained the concept that his ship was symbolic of his freedom and finding that next horizon which made it of such value to get it back.
While the pirates were bloodthirsty, murderous and cruel, as any human could be in unbridled nature, he wasn't any of those things.
Once Noctis had dried off in Port Royal and cleaned out his wounds from the struggle, bringing his story back to the present, he left the tavern he had eaten a scrumptious patter of steak and onions to return to the dock where Noctis said for them to meet in order to help the Captain get his ship back. Walking to the beach of the jungle-built town, he arrived slowly with heavy footsteps upon stone pavement, only to find the small boat they had docked by the pier was... gone.
Now in it's place was a large ship... what looked like an airship, in fact... and two individuals who definitely were not of this world. The prince sighed in both annoyance and exhaustion, striding with all seriousness towards the two, navy eyes looking between them with awkward disinterest before he turned out to look at the ocean t where Captain Jack had obviously fled to after ditching him.
A shrill voice pierced the air, and the young man's eyes widened, watching a lone figure plummet from a rapidly approaching one.
He could have not cared. His problems, his own, his thread of life almost shrivel and burn into nothingness. And yet, he felt compelled to help his fellow man.
If Jack had taught him anything in this world, it was that no matter if the society had fallen into decadence and sin, but that he was looking at the wrong side side of the bloodied doubloon. The government was trying to suppress the last primitive sinful instincts of mankind in it's pace towards modernization... pride, lust, envy, greed... but they were going about it the wrong way with strict laws and punishments by death, and forcing humans to become the malicious and vile outlaws they were not out of retaliation.
Their overruling domination and corruption to cause swift genocide to all pirates everywhere was the greater of two evils, and while the pirates embraced the freedom of the seas with the wind at their backs and the hard-earned sweat off their brows, some of them too had gone too far with murdering for the sake of murdering. To be a pirate meant to be unbound by the rules, to seek freedom and adventure where it was to be sought, and inspire others to break the mold and give themselves permission to step outside their shackled boundaries.
To be a pirate meant to be a fighter of freedom.
And Noctis was all too familiar with this fact, while he may have been the only son of a king and the last heir of his empire's throne, his family fought against their enemy of the invading countries for their right of how best to use their rightful crystal for all. Even Noctis himself had defied his family's wishes to stay put and guard the crystal, instead leaving the world with his friends to seek the truth behind the controversy surrounding the castle, that lay somewhere out of reach beyond the sea of stars.
Sometimes rules had to be broken in order for what was right to be recognized and achieved, even if that mean one person standing alone, who could be seen as the enemy who had betrayed the people. The pirates, too, might have been weak... as Noctis was, as any humans had their own weaknesses of their mortality... but no matter how construed and twisted these misconceptions were, their hopes and their dreams were stronger.
While some did not have a conscious or a moral compass to guide them, as the villagers in the town and the pirates did everyday to do as they desired despite the opposition of the law, there was no evil here. There were no terrors in the night of people being murdered in mass, no smoke or fire of burning buildings in the result of a full riot, for simply people here lived in their own harmony of hedonism with little regard of other's well being.
Life went on. And so, it shall be.
"You might want to move your ship." he curtly regarded the man in thief's clothing and the short kid with strange looking armor, not looking at them to address them, and he furrowed his dark eyebrows slightly in concern not at the two airships colliding but the brightly colored... clown?... falling from the spacecraft.
No-one said he had to care about someone else's gummi ship being decimated by another, as long as it wasn't his own. But in regard to the flamboyant jester who didn't look like came from this world, or was sound of mind or good-will either, was a much deeper concern he was guarded against.
People would deceive, hearts would be broken, lives destroyed and in the deepest suffering. But through the adversity that plagued the short time he had left in the shadow of his fate... he would perservere. He would solider through.
He would be strong, and go on.
Theme: Somnus Nemoris
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Post by garland on Apr 12, 2010 17:44:46 GMT -5
He could sense that pitiful creature.
The champions of light that had defeated Garland during his first attempt to ascend were weak, pathetic. The only one worth his attention was the Warrior, for he hated that being more than most. The other champions had stood a chance only because they followed, because they were mindless. They were sheep, and Garland would gladly take on the role of butcher. He could not yet see the Thief, for he was certain that this was the champion he sensed, but he could see the airship that held the weakling. Garland would destroy that, after tearing the Thief limb from limb.
This world was no better than the Thief, though it at least held the familiar scent of darkness. The debauchery and self-indulgence that the world reeked of was pathetic to the ex-knight of Cornelia, was disgusting. In the absence of strength these beings turned to sin, embraced weakness. They drank and smoked and took part of every vice imaginable, spitting into the face of everything that Garland stood for. There was no order here, no law. Only chaos and restrained destruction.
Garland knew well that chaos did nothing in the end but fail, completely and utterly.
He slowly moved towards the airship, his large blade dragging in the dirt behind him. Every action taken to insult the denizens of this world was an action that Garland enjoyed, for these pathetic beings had no right to live, let alone be affronted by one as great as Garland. He would gladly destroy any being that stood before him, if only to feel the sensation of destruction. It was the only addiction that Garland allowed himself, as well as being one that he embraced often.
The ex-knight wished to be the embodiment of destruction, not chaos.
Chaos, the God of Discord, had proved his weakness in the past. It was clear to Garland that to become what Chaos is would be to surrender the goals that he held, to lose the chance of destroying everything. There was no world that deserved to exist, no being that had the right to remain. Garland lived every day revolted by the reality that surrounded him, and as time went on it had dawned upon him that oblivion was the only end that the way of things deserved.
His musings were interrupted by the appearance of another being, one that strongly contrasted that of the Thief's. This was a being Garland had recently encountered, and one that he had known even before that encounter. Kefka, a creature as chaotic and illogical as the world that stood around him. Perhaps Garland would find an ally in the clown, though he did not much care for that wicked smile and high-pitched laughter. It was clear to Garland that he could not achieve oblivion on his own; that he required the hands of those that would fight towards the same end.
Garland would not hesitate to recruit a being of power such as Kefka, even if the clown's traits were distasteful to the ex-knight of Cornelia.
It soon became clear to Garland that even if he had not sensed Kefka's presence that he would have become aware of it only a moment later; as the clown sought to make a destructive entrance. Two airships were now locked into a collision course, one that was far too advanced to avoid. Garland continued to walk towards the approaching scene, his eyes locked on the ships in anticipation for the results. He reveled in this destruction, especially when it was directed at one of his most hated foes.
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Post by ventus on Apr 12, 2010 21:46:47 GMT -5
No one had shown up, so Ventus was about to give up and leave. Just then, a strange vessel landed nearby and a young guy came down to him. He was dressed in thieve's clothing, yet seemed to be somewhat of a trustworthy person. The young thief asked where he was since he was lost. Ventus had only been here once before, so he didn't know how much help he could be. "I believe this is Port Royal. Haven't been here much myself, but will be happy to help you in any way possible."
As he spoke to the thief, he noticed something in the sky. He looked up, only to see an airship coming down at them. Also, there was a strange looking clown in the air as well. Ventus began to run, summoning his armor to protect himself. Whoever this strange clown was, he was definitely not from the light, and could be difficult for him to take care of.
Once he was a safe distance away, he turned back and summoned his keyblade, holding it in his traditional backwards position. His eyes then caught a glance of a dark-looking guy to the side. He seemed a bit odd to Ventus, as he was not like other people that he had met. Though it was not unusual for people to be different in such a way, as no one was the same. Ventus then turned back to concentrate on the clown.
Just then, Ventus sensed another being of darkness. He turned and looked to see a large armored figure with an enormous blade. Ventus had never seen anyone like him before, so he would have to be cautious. He had learned from previous battles that just charging in could be dangerous, but waiting seemed it could prove more dangerous. He pointed his keyblade at the armored figure and spoke quickly to him. "Who are you? Never seen you around before."
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Post by Thief of Light on Apr 12, 2010 22:40:47 GMT -5
The thief nodded. He rose his left hand to his head and scratched it a bit, while sighing. He continued walking towards the kid, his feet digging into the sand.
"Well, at least I know where I am now..." He stated to himself, pausing for a bit. He looked up into the sky, to see another ship floating in midair, with a man dressed in bright colors, with a maniacal purple smile floating behind it. Hakuro took note that the other flying ship was heading straight towards his own!
Hakuro ran away from the ship and took cover behind a shack on the beach. Wood and metal crunched together, echoing across the beach and into the port. People began to run out of bars and houses in the town near by to see what the commotion was about. The Thief of Light stepped out from behind the shack and looked at his ship. The front end of his ship was crushed by the other.
"... Of all the things that could have happened, this has to happen?! This is just-" He stopped ranting for a moment, feeling the air become thick of dark power from both the clown and something else. Hakuro immediately reached for his sword and drew the blade out. He looked left and right, searching for what could be the second cause of this dark power.
The boy who responded earlier was close to the town, along with a large, heavily armored man. Hakuro clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on the sword, immediately realizing who it was. He shouted to the kid with the odd weapon in hand, telling him, "Be careful! He's not someone to take lightly!"
Hakuro began to sprint over to where Garland and the kid were. Garland was someone that not many could face alone. Hakuro could fight the knight alone, but it would be a difficult one. He would have to keep on his toes and strike when Garland was most vulnerable. If the one who smashed his ship joined the fight, then Hakuro wouldn't be able to stand a chance.
The Thief of Light looked up at the clown that destroyed his ship. He was laughing as if this destruction was a joke to him. Hakuro thought in his mind, stating, "I should probably eliminate that one first, before fighting Garland. He doesn't seem to be much of a threat, but then again, it is not wise to judge a book by its cover... No, Garland has to be defeated first. It'll be disastrous if he's not taken down immediately!"
He brought his sight back to Garland. The very sight of the knight sent chills down Hakuro's spine, but Hakuro had to fight him, even though he's not with the other Warriors of Light. Upon reaching Garland, Hakuro slashed horizontally at the knight, to not let him get the upper hand. He followed suit with a downward, diagonal swing from the left to the right. He was aiming to cleave through the knight's armor and cut the man down, before he could do any damage. However, since it was Garland, the attacks would most likely fail in landing or piercing the heavy armor.
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Post by kefka on Apr 16, 2010 15:27:50 GMT -5
That was it?
Kefka floated in the air, staring at the wreckage of the two airships, if you can call it wreckage. There was barely any damage! In fact, from his viewpoint, hardly any damage had been done to the rest of the docked ship, only the front end. Oh sure, the front end of the airship has now sunk into the ground thanks to the velocity of his airship plowing it through the ground but where was the explosion! The carnage, the blood, the casualties, the screaming, the terror, the destruction?
Bah.
Kefka could see curious people flowing out of the buildings making up this port settlement and seeing living people avoiding the destruction he had sought to wreak upon them made his blood boil. Why are these people even trying? They live in a cesspool of violence and corruption, from the bloodthirsty hounds haunting the seas to the rampant immorality rotting underneath their façade of civilization. They try to hide from their base emotions with their pretensions of nobility and grace, hiding the fact that they sold their dignity to reach such a position. The pirates were no better. Pathetic dogs running away like cowards from the world and retreating into their own fantasies. Kefka would respect their freedom and independence if it wasn’t so obviously self-serving. They think of nothing but serving their own wretched needs like infants would do.
People were flawed, feeble things. They are unable to reach their goals and instead suffer infinite failures along the way, their plight never getting better. Any ideal they strove for, any dream they insist on holding on to, they all just inevitably fade away. The worlds grind down the worms into dust, turning their dreams into nothing more than faded memories. They were inherently weak and were not fit to live out their lives when it was all just a waste. If you cannot achieve perfection then your existence was futile.
Destruction was their only future.
Feeling the stolen magic inside his veins sizzling with the thrum of power, Kefka created three Fireballs from within his hands and threw them randomly into the ground below. Two smashed against the two crashed airships and exploded into a blazing inferno, engulfing the port with light. Upon seeing the result, Kefka screamed in joy, mad laughter escaping from his lips. His eyes danced crazily, taking in the joyous scene of carnage below him, throwing his hands up in ecstasy. This was what he wanted! To see order broken down into chaos, to see the pretentious morals of humanity stripped down to show the weakness and frailty underneath. To see the dregs of existence wiped clean into a new slate where history will be reduced to nothing.
Kefka prepared to fire once more when he saw three people near the wreckage. One had run up to another large figure Kefka had not see wielding a sword. The light of the flames threw the large figure’s face into clear view and Kefka recognized him as Mister Tall Monster of Destruction from the pissant little world he had just left behind. While admittedly he did not see what the behemoth of a knight could do, Kefka had no doubt that he will only add to the scene. The warrior was more than capable of handling himself so Kefka settled for charging the magic around him into his hand, creating an Ultima spell. Even if they were allies, did that mean they have to keep watch on each other?
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Noctis Lucis Caelum
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Light of the Night Sky[M:0]
"...Well now, you'll have nightmares."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Apr 17, 2010 8:51:24 GMT -5
It was all that they had expected.
With a sickening crunch of splintering wood and twisted metal, the crashing airship had smashed into the docked one, destabilizing the front bow of the ship and crumpling it beneath the weight of the fallen one. Noctis only shifted the weight of his leg backwards as the immense force of the crash-landing threw up a small shockwave of water, air and dust outward, closing his dark blue orbs until the mass of the ship itself had settled, only to open his eyes once more across his stern features.
As if to mark his dramatic entrance, the prince noticed off to the side on the coastline a tall, thickly armored man, carrying much girth in his stocky stride as much as there was width in dimension his massive sword weapon. He glanced back at looking sideways at the man, however, when the young man with spiky blond hair summoned armor of his own to run off to face the fellow knight, wielding a rather bizarre looking... key-shaped weapon. Even the man whom he had commented to with moving his airship has taken even less notice of him, turning away after a decisive moment, just as the two airships before him lit up with the plume of vermilion fire which danced above the coal-black waters.
Leaving him alone with the floating jester.
At the impending chaos of fire licking at the hulls of the two wrecked transports, people in the distance had cried out into the night, raising the alarm there was a living inferno nearby and the message this could mean the nearby town was under attack. These people may have been weak in their depravity, and fed upon the very weaknesses of others for self-momentary gain, but already the majority of them had replied to the promise of fear and paranoia with countless resolve and a strength of their own to band together against a common cause. The basic instinct was there to survive, and while countless others turned and fled in horror for their own lives, others were already proving their value with rallying together teamwork and relentless courage in arms.
Like wolves in sheep's clothing, they had appeared weak and off-guard during their tranquility, but when the peace was shattered had shown unwavering unity when another power had shown itself to protect themselves and hunt down those responsible like the common dogs they cowardly were. For in showing strength against them had true potential shone in the hearts of human beings of valor and honor in combat, although not all stood united, the strongest stood to make an example for the weak to admire and become motivated by.
No law was applicable, for it meant chaos and destruction within it's own ranks and the genocide it caused both on land and sea; freedom was the ruling element within this world overruled by no other.
But freedom came at a price, for when so showed value in it, others sought to constrict it and twist it to their own ends, until destruction was invited once more and cast at those who got in the way of selfish ambition. No being had the right to seek dominion over others for these ends, if it meant slaughter and destruction of life, such selfish ambitions were only suited for that of infants themselves that refused to grow up to see the true worth of the world that was blinded to them. Oblivion only went hand in hand with creation, and while it was easier to devastate than construct, nothing could stop rebuilding and the feeling of self-satisfaction and completion when it had been done by one's own hands.
But as comforting as it was building kingdoms back into an impressive fortitude, there was no greater value in currency and riches than there was in the potential of the value of life, and even those who sought to destroy had come from innocent and humble beginnings full of the very energy of life before they had been irreconcilably altered in their course towards malice and cruelty. Possibly already having been unleashed upon them to drive them to such ends, so others would feel the suffering they felt. Such annihilation was contradicting of their own living natures of self-being, and if they only saw themselves to be judge, jury and executioner without consulting unbiased peers while using this mindframe as justification of their crimes in murder and desolation, then the only action was to meet them in combat and arrest their ability to do as such.
These people tried valiantly in their efforts of self-preservation to enjoy the length of their existence against such horrific odds countered against them, making the most of the value of their lives, each heart had the potential to live harmoniously in this dark and devious world from the hard-working dock workers to the worthless drunks in the street. Each had a uniqueness that could not be replaced so easily if it were extinguished, every last one of them having a choice to tip the balance in themselves between good and evil, and the majority chose good because it served others in their society as well as having gave themselves less resistance against the pain and death that hampered all life itself.
Even the pirates lived by a moral code of parley, death and honor when struck in accordance with one another, or else all hell would have already broken loose upon the surface of this world, and there would be no need of antagonists to help tip the scales in their favor. There was no need for heroes to be here and push the balance towards that of good either, even the curses and magic bound to this world and the next served an order for both man and the gods to follow, to make sure all was set in it's place and punish those that exuded their sins. Perhaps depravity had slaughtered dignity for the pirates, but they two pushed their own balance by pushing against these rules and even keeping the gods themselves in line, forthcoming independence and free will in exchange for the need of finesse and nobility.
Were the pirates running away from modernization and change in their world? No, if anything, their boldness and weathered experiences on the high seas meant that they were embracing their transition and transcending their role into the new world.
Noctis himself was yet to reach his goal, and maybe even fail in reaching it, his fate while unwritten still hinted at a forthcoming omen of doom. And like any other human being he had flaws, having his own dark desires, and putting on his own pretension that he had a cool, calm demeanor about him when his heart in his chest was hammering furiously against his ribcage. But nothing in this life had it's perfection, all had flaws in their personality that could be exploited and had the potential to become utterly tainted, but their hearts had the good qualities to show the true integrity and beauty of the human spirit.
He may have been insignificant compared to others, and have been through a great deal of trauma and sorrow, but as the villagers had proven their strength came in unity and felicitous co-operation. While dreams may be shattered and wishes and promises unfulfilled, even in their absence it was not these themselves that gave adamant hope, but the idea and even the threat of it extinguishing that inspired encouraging empowerment in the face of absolute uncertainty and doubt. It was not up to other individuals to designate the worth of other lives being replaceable in this manner, but the united front of all human life that valued bliss and no fear of repression over anguish and despair, and made to see the fatal error in the antagonist's benign beliefs of the meaning of true pleasure within existence.
Noctis looked up slowly to the clown as his nerve built up, wondering what he had gotten himself into, his features wracked in discomforted pain having come across this violent and frenzied mage before him. He built up a slow inhale, dark eyebrows furrowed, eyes widening slightly as he saw the spell of powerful non-elemental energy thriving in the sorcerer's hands. He did not know the two men that had departed from them, their alignment, nor did he really care for them as strangers to him. He owed them nothing, but this spellcaster floating before him was a threat to those around him, and he would not allow for good men at heart like Captain Jack to have his world pushed towards living in a world wrought of nothing but lifelessness and cinders.
He raised his voice, low in tone but clear in meaning and resolve, projected up at the maniac mage about to unleash pandemonium on him and anyone else within range. "You're going to want to cast that my way. A spell fitting to end the last in line of royalty." he called the conjurer's bluff, still in a braced position from when the aircraft had fallen to the whims of gravity, and stretched out his right hand behind him to prepare himself for battle.
Otherwise, he did not make any other movements and firmly stood his ground, his steely eyes piercing a steely gaze within the flickering shadows of intense orange flame and silvery moonlight.
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Post by Larxene on Apr 22, 2010 7:25:47 GMT -5
Garland has failed to post for 5 days.
The Light has captured Port Royal!
Since Noctis, Thief of Light, and Ventus have won, they are allowed an upgrade of one ability each or one modification to their power., and will be notified. Requests are to be PMed to Vincent. Congrats! |
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