10-09-2017, 07:13 PM
The Ashen Steppes Darkloid was alone and cornered. He was backed up towards the cliff at the top of this mountain. Behind him was his own world, gifted from Nebula himself. The dark power he had been given was spewing, crackling from the wounds he had sustained. His army was defeated. Despite all of the darkchips and all of the corruption he had willingly given himself into, he was unable to defeat this group of would-be liberators. He had given them power and opportunity, and none of it was worth it. He was defeated at every end.
In front of him was his former targets. They all should have taken his offers. They could have been powerful and great. They could have had a hand in real change in the Omniverse. Claptrap. Syn Shenron. Miranda Frost. Summer Murdoch. Behind Summer was Ebony Hellscythe, kneeling next to an injured Morene Fellon. And behind all of them was Kuzuru, violent wings twitching around him. "Kuzuru!" The Darkloid shouted. He was begging almost. "Please. If I fall here, this entire realm will be destroyed! And you along with it!"
Everyone's eyes shifted from the Dragonborn, back to Kuzuru. The Dark Angel seemed to be dealing with his own problems. While before it was mildly evident that the Darkchip caused some pain, now it was full-blown crackling lightning around him as his body struggled to handle the overload. "That sounds like a whole lot of 'not my problem!'" he growled past the group, at the Darkloid. He flapped those over-sized wings backwards to swiftly remove himself from the confrontation.
He landed on the top of a large rock, within sight of the Darkloid and the Liberators, but far enough way to be discluded from the fight. He fell down onto his knees. The power was too much. He was getting dizzy. His vision was blurry. The darkchips, even the ones he had used already or discarded, had tainted his blood enough to cause his whole body to feel like it was spinning, even when he just sat there. His wings stretched out above him, tense and twitching. His muscled bulged as it struggled to contain his power.
The reality began to set in for Kuzuru, the man inside the body of Renji Kiyomasa. These Darkchips were not just giving him power. They were siphoning it. Giving it to someone else. Not the Darkloid, but someone else entirely, who was using both him and the Darkloid for puppets. The time has now come to bargain, came a voice flooding into Kuzuru's swirling mind. You can keep all of this power. Forever. But there is a trade to be made. You must give into the darkness. You must agree to the corruption. You must become my Darkloid!
Meanwhile, the Dragonborn Darkloid took the opportunity while everyone was watching Kuzuru retreat from the immediate area to jump backwards. By the time they turned back around, he was gone, off the cliff. "What the hell?!" Miranda shouted, "Where did he go?"
"Did he just...?" Claptrap began, letting the question trail off.
No sooner then the thought crossed all of their mind, then a giant claw appeared over the edge of the cliff. It strained to lift up further weight until the Darkloid, now a full-sized Golden-Scaled Corrupted Dragon, lifted itself up and over the edge of the mountain-side. The liberators all ushered their way back to give it room as it swiped at them. No longer was it giving an evil monologue. No longer did any personality seem to linger inside what was once the Darkloid. This creature had given itself up to the Darkchips that it lived off of. It was completely and utterly gone. In front of it stood it's would-be opponents. Five of them stood tall. Summer and Ebony stood in front of a prone Morene. Claptrap and Miranda Frost stood next to each other, with Kuzuru looming in the background. Syn Shenron was near them, but far enough way to be considered on his own.
This was about where the Darkloid would say something, but instead he just howled and erupted flames from his maw.
In front of him was his former targets. They all should have taken his offers. They could have been powerful and great. They could have had a hand in real change in the Omniverse. Claptrap. Syn Shenron. Miranda Frost. Summer Murdoch. Behind Summer was Ebony Hellscythe, kneeling next to an injured Morene Fellon. And behind all of them was Kuzuru, violent wings twitching around him. "Kuzuru!" The Darkloid shouted. He was begging almost. "Please. If I fall here, this entire realm will be destroyed! And you along with it!"
Everyone's eyes shifted from the Dragonborn, back to Kuzuru. The Dark Angel seemed to be dealing with his own problems. While before it was mildly evident that the Darkchip caused some pain, now it was full-blown crackling lightning around him as his body struggled to handle the overload. "That sounds like a whole lot of 'not my problem!'" he growled past the group, at the Darkloid. He flapped those over-sized wings backwards to swiftly remove himself from the confrontation.
He landed on the top of a large rock, within sight of the Darkloid and the Liberators, but far enough way to be discluded from the fight. He fell down onto his knees. The power was too much. He was getting dizzy. His vision was blurry. The darkchips, even the ones he had used already or discarded, had tainted his blood enough to cause his whole body to feel like it was spinning, even when he just sat there. His wings stretched out above him, tense and twitching. His muscled bulged as it struggled to contain his power.
The reality began to set in for Kuzuru, the man inside the body of Renji Kiyomasa. These Darkchips were not just giving him power. They were siphoning it. Giving it to someone else. Not the Darkloid, but someone else entirely, who was using both him and the Darkloid for puppets. The time has now come to bargain, came a voice flooding into Kuzuru's swirling mind. You can keep all of this power. Forever. But there is a trade to be made. You must give into the darkness. You must agree to the corruption. You must become my Darkloid!
Meanwhile, the Dragonborn Darkloid took the opportunity while everyone was watching Kuzuru retreat from the immediate area to jump backwards. By the time they turned back around, he was gone, off the cliff. "What the hell?!" Miranda shouted, "Where did he go?"
"Did he just...?" Claptrap began, letting the question trail off.
No sooner then the thought crossed all of their mind, then a giant claw appeared over the edge of the cliff. It strained to lift up further weight until the Darkloid, now a full-sized Golden-Scaled Corrupted Dragon, lifted itself up and over the edge of the mountain-side. The liberators all ushered their way back to give it room as it swiped at them. No longer was it giving an evil monologue. No longer did any personality seem to linger inside what was once the Darkloid. This creature had given itself up to the Darkchips that it lived off of. It was completely and utterly gone. In front of it stood it's would-be opponents. Five of them stood tall. Summer and Ebony stood in front of a prone Morene. Claptrap and Miranda Frost stood next to each other, with Kuzuru looming in the background. Syn Shenron was near them, but far enough way to be considered on his own.
This was about where the Darkloid would say something, but instead he just howled and erupted flames from his maw.
Quote:Kuzuru is in trouble. He is still on the mountain-top but out of the way of the fight. Nebula has gotten all he needs out of Kuzuru at this point, so the Darkchips are officially turning on him. He is now dying. Here's Kuzuru's options:
-He can give into the corruption. He will no longer sustain any penalties to Darkchips (and still gain the benefits), however he will become a Darkloid for Nebula.
-He can turn down the corruption. He will continue to take damage and eventually die and resurrect normally. In this case, Nebula will still gain something from the power he's already siphoned from Kuzuru, but Kuzuru himself will be off the hook.
The Ashen Steppes Darkloid is in his Tier 2 Transformation, Corrupted Dragon. Despite this, he is severely wounded. He is unable to properly fly but he can hover, swipe, bite and blast fire out of his mouth.
-Morene takes 10 points of damage. She is critically wounded and will need some form of healing to be able to move around on her own. Otherwise, she'll need assistance to travel.
-Ebony takes 5 points of damage, as Morene took the bulk of the hit and Summer blocked some of it.
-Syn Shenron, Claptrap and Miranda Frost take 2 point of wear and tear damage.
-Summer takes no damage.
The roleplay limit is 1 post, up to 1500 words. You have until Saturday afternoon/evening EST. Assuming this fight goes well, we will begin culminating the thread after this round. There are 4 Order Points left which can be used by anyone (first come first serve).