Ascension

lordbosh · #1 11-21-2006, 08:26 AM

The sun had begun to set on the surface of the largest known island on the planet of Graal. And it appeared to be a moonless night. No shred of light would be found in the sky this night. And this told of the arrival of the Shadow God, the one that is immersed in darkness.
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For many millenia, the position was vacant, due to a great war between the god of Shadow and the god of Light. They had their own immense armies, and each had one half of the planet. The great battle happened on the main large island in between the two sides, a battle which has long been forgotten. For nine thousand years the people of Graal had lived with little turbulance in their lives, except of course, the collision of the Bomy Moon to the planet. That was a small skirmish, however, in comparison to the war of Dark and Light. The ancient war involved gods of all sides, and one would be hard pressed to find a god that wasnt involved in some way on either side of the lines. This great battle was fought millenia ago, however. And the memories and evidence of those times hard disappeared.

But one man had stumbled across some evidence of this battle many years ago.

This man seemed to appear from nowhere, washing ashore on the beach of the main island. He was quickly recruited into the services of the nation of Zormite, where Zen Archigos ruled. He served the great Zormite Republic with great pride, and through his hard work he was greatly rewarded. He learned to fight, defend himself. And he eventually took up command of the Zormite Army and led the defense of the nation against the pirates whom invaded with Ghost Pirate leading. The pirates were driven back with the help of a great fighter known as Huang Di, whom nobody remembers now. And with the pirates at bay, the man rose up to become the Zormite Strategus, commander of all armed forces.

But absolute power corrupts even the most lawful of men, and the strategus invaded the nation of Samurai out of a desire to conquer. He and his army was victorious, they had managed to cripple Samurai in a battle that would be felt to this day in losses of power. A coalition of nations demanded the withdrawal of Zormite forces from Samurai lands, and the strategus had no choice but to accept. He had also went to war without the authority of Zen Archigos, and was stripped of his rank and banished from Zormite. At the last seeing of Zen Archigos, he expressed remorse at relieving the strategus, but was forced to make the decision due to his actions against a neutral nation.

The man had become a wanderer after that. He was forced to take up arms with other nations, and through that he became a seasoned warrior and commander. In time he gained the respect of many, and was able to create his own personal military force that rivaled all nations. He was feared, and he fed on that fear and became a darker person. He in time abandoned his god, govannon, and made the long walk to Bile, lord of the undead. Though he was still flesh, he became cold, dark, and angry. And with it he also gained more power lust. He wanted to not only defeat one nation, he wanted to defeat every nation of the face of Graal.

It was then that he discovered an old metal box, it was enchanted to preserve through the harsh weathers. The man opened it, and changed the course of his existance forever. He had found old tomes that wrote of ancient times of the battle between Dark and Light. Between the shadow god, and the god of light. And also came across instructions on a ritual to ascend to the high place of Shadow God. He then made his mission to complete the ritual, and gain the power to destroy all of the nations of graal at one time so that he may rule over all.

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The sun had begun to set on the surface of the largest known island on the planet of Graal. And it appeared to be a moonless night. No shred of light would be found in the sky this night. And this told of the arrival of the Shadow God, the one that is immersed in darkness.

This island had become home to most of the residents of the planet, with the capital of Bomboria being epicenter of all commerce. The nations on the outer waters away from the main island were all but becoming dust and ash. Failing leaders, strong alliances, and extended peace had taken their toll on each nation. At this time there were two powers, Dustari lead by King Johnathan Tiberius, and Crescant Pirates lead by Governor Alan Steele, Zormite was ruled by a new leader named Drakeero. And the man known as Bosh, the old strategus, and the man who discovered the enchanted box, had taken the name of Tiberius. He was a resident of Dustari where his long time friend, Johnathan, was King. It allowed him to work under the cover of his nation, without the prying eyes of the many nations that tried to scry on him.

Today, however, was not a day of hiding in the great Dustarian castle. A large convoy of ships quickly left the harbor underneath the castle and began to head east, to the central large island. One ship, the H.M.S. Apocalypse, was Bosh's personal flagship, and it was sorrounded by escort ships, armed to the brim with cannon and ammo. It amazed the old strategus that these ships were even moving, but his magic had always been strong, and the boyancy increase, along with a strong generated wind had made them move as fast as a hydrofoil. All of the ships flew the flag of Dustari high and proud. Their nationality would protect them from any enemies of Bosh that would be waiting to destroy him and prevent any of his plans to become realized.

The ships reached the main island quickly, and any persuers were left with at least an hour to catch up to the fleet. They anchored in shallow water and sent out rowboats to carry heavily armed troops and Bosh to the island. Once they reached the shore, the fleet pulled anchor and set up a patrol around the area to search and destroy any suspicious ships. Their orders were, if they destroyed a national ship, easily going to provoke a war. But Bosh knew that by the time their beaurocracies had done anything about the incident, he would be breaking down their doors to kill them anyway.

The army quickly formed ranks and marched with Bosh to a mountain nearby, a small blasting team cleared a cave-in that opened the mouth of the large cave. The troops descended into the tunnel in 2s, Bosh leading the way. He had put up many detection spells to avoid any ambushes that may happen, but there was no need except for the True Seeing. They found the great door several hours later, opening it, only Bosh entered.

As soon as the doors closed, the room was lit up by magical crystals that were likely over nine thousand years old. The entire mountain was a carved out metropolice from top to bottom. The chamber Bosh was in was a private chamber, and only the passage in one of his tomes opened it. He was standing in a chamber the author of the tome was standing in nine thousand years ago, and it nearly took his breath away to be aware of the time span from the two posessors of the tome.

But where the author failed, Bosh would suceed. Bosh was going to become the Shadow God even if it killed him... especially if it killed him. The process to ascension would require him to kill himself, destroying his mortal form, and forming him new as a pure soul form. But all of that was just a gamble, if this was just a ploy to get someone to sacrafice themself, he would be doomed to that fate. But he was taking the gamble, and he was confident to win.

It took nearly an hour to set up the room, it seemed the previous person here did not come back to prepare for the ritual, and was probably hung or burned at the stake on the way back. Bosh shook off the thought of that man's fate, grinning at the thought that the author would now have his ritual be used.

Bosh took his blade from it's sheath, its dark flame burned greatly, dimming the lights in the room.It most likely was absorbing the light, devouring it and consuming it to become darker than it already was. This was the Darkflame sword, but not just a regular one, this was the origional product of darkness. Through years of existance the Darkflame had become copied by a group of powerful shadow mages, but they never managed to come close to empowering the copies with the true power of the Darkflame sword, and so the origional was now in the posession of Bosh Tiberius.

Bosh then layed the sword in its place in the ritual circle, and it did nothing. This diddnt surprise Bosh, he knew that it would be some time before the soul he needed would return to the blade. It could take days, but Bosh had ordered the soldiers to this mission for an expected month, so they would not get suspicious for quite some time. For now, however, he was forced to wait.

lordbosh · #2 11-21-2006, 08:27 AM

The small team of assassins passed around most of the rank and file soldiers quite easily and without any notice. They were the most advanced trained soldiers in the elven armies of Forest, and thus were well prepared for this mission. They were to seek out and kill the legendary Bosh Tiberius, and stop whatever evil he was attempting to complete in the ruins of an ancient city. The mission was possibly suicidal, if they were caught they had too few men to fight a team of these soldiers from Dustari. And if they were seen by Bosh, the chances of survival were less than fighting the army of Dustari itself as a whole. But they swore an oath to keep the forest safe, and to keep their ancestrial land away from the clutches of evil.

The team had to make a diversion, using a small landslide as a distraction they were able to infiltrate the entrance of the caves. To their amazement it was quite easy to maneuver around, and alot of the writing was in ancient elvish. They made their way down to the great chamber where Bosh would be, but were stopped by a strange writing on the door. The commander of the small force was shocked at reading the writing on the door, and ordered everyone to fall back a bit and take up fortified positions. He prayed this writing was true, or his small force would be obliterated before their eyes could comprehend their doom.

----Dustari castle, throne room----------

King Johnathan Tiberius, Lord of Dustari, holder of her lands, commander of all armed forces, head of state. Such a title was quite powerful, and the demon known as Agramon was in dominance of the king now. It was dark and late at night, and the demon was in control of the king for the night time. This was the normal life of the demon that served the shadows. Of course, he dreamed of the day when he would have the chance to destroy Bosh, his master, but he knew he lacked the power to do so. So he served with loyalty, slowly getting stronger and waiting for the time to strike.

"Agramon" The demon heard echo through his very fiber of existance. Demons were summoned by calling their names, and only Bosh knew his name. He hated the fact that he must release control over the king, and feared the wise priest would find a way to ward him from gaining dominance again. But the calling from Bosh could not be ignored. He released control and went soaring through the material plane as an ethereal being until he was in the great chamber. He saw the sword of his long imprisonment, the Darkflame. He dispised the great weapon, but respected it as well. It was a weapon of great power and used in the hands of an all evil soul it would be devistating. He was glad that it was not in the hands of anyone good at this time.

-------The Ritual---------

Bosh saw the demon enter the room, he knew the demon Agramon well. And he knew the demon would not be so quickly inclined to return into the Darklfame, but after a short conversation he assured the demon that either he would go in quickly and quietly, or go in and be imprisoned for another millenia. He grinned as he watched the demon, Agramon, become encased again in the energy of the Darkflame. Both of their lifeforces became merged again, and the blade glew darker than ever, an infinitly darker object.

Bosh held the sword in front of him, and moved toward a giant statue of an ancient elf. This elf was once the God of Shadow, and this was the moment Bosh had waited for since... since he could remember. The darkness whiped his previous memories, and he had become cruel and terrifying. And now that was about to become solidified.

Bosh moved slowly to the statue, and saw the forehead of the object. He glared a wicked look at the object "What is yours will now be mine!" he scremed, thrusting the sword into the forhead of the statue..

It was stuck, stuck in the statue, and it wouldnt move. For a second Bosh was calm, and understood what was happening.

It was a trap.

------Clear, all ye who sin------

The commander barely managed to push his team into the small hole that was designed to protect them from the raw magical energies that were about to jet through the hallways. He heard Bosh scream, and jumped in with everyone else and prayed that they would be spared, and that Bosh would lose this fight, possibly the only battle would ever lose.

The soldiers above felt the earth below them churn, and they had better senses than to stay and follow orders from someone who was likely already dead underground. The generals ordered a full retreat from the mountain sides, all columns came running off the land and poured onto the beaches, most soldiers were stripping off heavy plate armor to get a better run distance from the great quake in the mountains. Everyone turned in time to see a massive blast of energy erupt from the cave hole, and the mountain shook greatly. Everyone thought it would come down, but it held. The builders of the labryth inside designed the area to hold up against this event.

------The Battle of Saints------

Bosh looked at the Darkflame stuck into the statue and then became enraged.

"No... That isnt right.. This isnt right." He screamed at the statue.

Bosh's hand was ripped away from the darkflame as it went soaring out of the statue and he pivoted on his left foot to see the sword slam into the wall behind him. Its power allowed it to crash through dozens of feet of pure rock until it eventually stopped somewhere in the deep hole. Bosh came back to face the statue, and saw light energy pour out from the damage he had done to the statue. The light formed into a solid figure. An elf, the elf of the statue!

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The God of Shadow was a saint in his past life, before he had become consumed. And for that he was angelic in death, but because of his dark end he was encased into stone and was destined to wait until another would dare become consumed by this evil he had known. Elinen gazed down at Bosh Tiberius, Bosh Archigos, The Duke of Destruction. He would have sighed if he could, but he simply floated over and landed beside his statue, and prepared himself for the fight he would soon be forced to make.
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Bosh's memories rushed to him from his past life, when he had helped many who were less fortunate than he without care of reward. But he shook it off and figured it was a mental attack by the angel standing before him. He scowled at the glowing figure, and knew they would both die today.

Bosh roared and then let fly pure dark energy, he began to unleash his dark soul into magical attacks focused on the angel. The angel had put up many wards and the dark bolts, fireballs, and lightning shattered along the wards as they collided, sending massive amounts of magic spewing out into the room, filling the room with its energy. Bosh erected a shadow barrier around himself to shield himself from any attacks the angel would send his way, and continued to fling dark magic at his enemy. His chanting of the spells grew louder and louder as he walked closer to the angel and his spells began to break through its barrier and wards.
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The angel waited and allowed Bosh to assault him with spells. He had to wait until they were at the right place to use his ability. He did not fear the darkness Bosh used. He was lord over that energy once, and he still had control over it in a small amount. He could not be killed by it, but he could be killed by the normal magic that would sometimes fire off as a lightning bolt, destroying one of his anti shadow wards.
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"Kalama-Kana!" A massive bolt of lightning fired from Bosh's fingertips and blasted through many of the barriers of the angel, allowing him to move further. But this was draining him greatly. And he began to waver into pulling magic from the normal weave. He then spun around quickly, doing a 360 degree rotation, willing the Darkflame to return to him. The blade obeyed willingly, falling into his hand. Bosh charged in then with fury, blasting with lightning from his left hand, then lowering it in time to make an upwards slice across the chest of the angel.
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The angel saw the blade, and unleashed his ability. He grabbed the blade with his hands, stopping it still with Bosh still holding on to it tightly. Bosh attempted to kick out and headbutt but the angel simply dodged easily.

White energy began to pour onto the Darkflame, and its flames turned from black to white. The demon screamed its last breath of life before being consumed into the holy fire. The fire then made its way up Bosh's hands, arms, chest, neck, face. Bosh screamed loudly, unleashing a massive barrage of magical energy at the angel.

Then, nothingness..

lordbosh · #3 11-21-2006, 08:27 AM

-------Rescue Me-------

The elven commander noticed the fighting had stopped, and he climbed out of the hole he was in. He checked around, assuring it was safe before ordering his men to come up. They then made their way to the doorway, there was no door anymore, it was obliterated in the attack. In the center they found Bosh, no longer glowing an aura of evil. He glutched in his right hand a non-glowing sword. The commander knew that the evil was extinguished. He ordered his men to check the room for any demons that may be around before making his next decision.

"Lets get him out of here." He ordered. The men gave him a protesting look, but he scowled at them to assure them of his seriousness. They hoisted him into their arms and quickly carried the legendary warrior out from the battlegrounds, he still held his sword tightly, assuring them that he was far from dead.

The elven group made its way to the surface before encountering many bows of all sorts, swords of many kinds, and hands readied in spellcasting position aimed at them. The lead soldier slowly walked to them, ordering them to lay on the ground with their hands over their heads. He then went to his fallen Grand Marshal.

Bosh opened his eyes and took a deep breath, sending the royal commander sitting on the floor quickly. Bosh jumped up, scanned the area, and then sheathed his sword.

"That is alright commander, these elves saved me." he stated with a smile at them. They all breathed a sigh at that time, knowing he was not the cold death marcher anymore. The elven commander breathed a longer sigh.

"Commander, get these men to the ships, and have one of our ships take our elven friends to the island of forest. I will return to the castle to deal with.. One more piece of unfinished business."

The royal guard knew something was not right with his superior officer, and for that he was glad. Whatever happened in that cave was a blessing to the world and he would pray his thanks to his god every day for the rest of his life for this gift. He smiled and snapped to a salute, and the army followed. Then he barked the orders and sent the men into motion. He was a skilled motivator, an excellent speaker, and an able tactician. Since Bosh conducted most tactics in the army, he was assigned as more of a vocal role more than commanding troops in real war.

Bosh smiled to all, and thanked the elven group for their assistance. He offered them money, then food, then weapons, then enchantments, then offered them anything they wanted, each time they humbly refused. He managed to get them to accept written, signed, and signet stamped letters of appreciation however, for all to see and believe in their story. He thanked them again, and made his way to his flagship.

The H.M.S. Armageddon was renamed the H.M.S. Tranquility, in memory of all those that he had wronged, and the chaos he had caused this world. Bosh could not help but shed tears when he saw the ships new letters shine brighter than any others in the fleet. He had always been a great seaman, he rivaled many of the pirates even. And he respected the sailors of his ships, and he respected the pirates for their ways as well. That had become jelousy when he was evil, but now he was back again, and now he just needed to hope that the king was returned as well. He did not forget the time that he ran his sword through Johnathan, the dark shadows consumed much of his soul, and the demon left the sword and took control of John for times, causing utter chaos in his life. Bosh intended to right his wrongs, and nothing would stop him.

The ships launched away from the beach, and he focused full force to the ships sails. He glad to see that his magic was responding, and it was stronger than ever. He breathed a sigh of relief, and went to his command quarters for the remainder of the journy.

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