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Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      The castle of the God of Death was a grand structure of impossible spires and great walls that lay within a labyrinthine city of ageless stone. The City of Death itself consisted of a mix of classical and Romanesque architecture, but stretched and warped into a city that would have been truly impossible for mere men to create. What could have been a normal, two-story building turned into a ten-story fortress or tower. These unintentionally formed more of the great walls that made up the sections of the city. And even though the buildings touched the cloudy, dark sky of the Abyssal Gulf, there seemed to be areas where the buildings stretched downwards into what appeared to be a bottomless abyss. It was almost like the city had risen up from the dark depths to serve as an anchor and focal point for the realm.      Things were far from stagnant in The City of Death, however. The city gave the impression i...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      With the approach of Karnage’s army of shadow constructs on the horizon, The Iron City was in a panic as the citizens took shelter within the mighty walls. The Singing Storm Tower was in complete uproar, with everyone frantically moving back and forth, trying to get ready to combat the threat they were being faced with. The news of Blood-Wraith’s death had reached them, but there was no time to mourn. Tiberius, Vexation, and Deimos made their way to the throne room, being guided by Octavius, who naturally had all sorts of nervous and scared questions to ask. Karnage’s brazen barbarism was unprecedented and such a conflict had not been seen since the Dragon Wars of the Epoch-Transition era. To say the modern Descendants were not ready for the impending Tyrant War was an understatement.      “...and you are certain the power of The War Machine of Old will activate?” Octavius questioned as the four maneuv...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      “DAMN IT ALL!” Karnage shouted as he blocked a torrent of fire from Blood-Wraith that kept pushing him back further into the temple. “That insufferable brat’s manners are… haha, well they’re just like mine.”      Anne could feel the chamber heating up drastically and her breath started to turn short as the oxygen was robbed from her lungs. “HE’S GOING TO KILL US AT THIS RATE!” she struggled to shout.      “Kill you, not me given that you’re a pathetic human after all,” Karnage nonchalantly stated as he solidified his footing.      With blood dripping from her nose, Anne cast a void spell that opened a portal that would have sent the fire raining down on Blood-Wraith and Morrigan had Blood-Wraith not reacted in time and rushed into the temple with Morrigan. “The boy’s the insufferable one!?”      “The boy’s the insufferable one…” Karnage repeated in a mock...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      The Temple of The Lost resided in an unholy, mind-rending city that denoted a time that existed before even the Outer Void itself. Such a forbidden location normally would have been truly and irrevocably lost to the sands of time, but realms such as The Unlight allowed it to cling to the last threads of existence it had left. Why Karnage chose it for the center stage of his plan was born of arrogance, thinking the core personality of The Tyrant God would not be able to follow him to a place where reality ceased to conform to the standards of the modern Cosmos. How wrong he was, but it was not for The Tyrant God to punish at that point in time. Regardless of whether or not all of his opponents showed up, Karnage, that bloodthirsty despot, waited at the entrance to the pyramid atop the grand steps while his subordinates took care of the busy work.      Gudrun and Volf were not in the greatest of moods fo...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      Blood-Wraith and Morrigan were almost at the Royal Archive, a grand structure amongst the majestic castles and noble buildings of the distant past. It was one of the great achievements of the ancient Descendants and held many treasures of the Epoch and Epoch-Transition phase. Its architecture was surprisingly modern, relatively speaking. While looking old in The Iron City, it would not look out of place amongst the day-to-day life of the current denizens. Karnage’s presence was not welcome, looking fairly smug as he emerged from the entrance holding a strange, glowing orb in a metal frame. He was quite happy with himself as everything was seemingly going according to plan. Seeing Morrigan approaching, accompanied by Blood-Wraith, was not something he had planned for, however.      “Oh, it’s you again…” Karnage groaned as he feigned disinterest whilst pretending to marvel at the Azoth Core. Notably he h...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon      The stone ruins of the Descendants of ancient times were overrun with shadow constructs, which the group knew meant that The Eternal Order was present. A batch of the constructs had noticed Blood-Wraith and the others' approach and viciously charged towards them. Everyone readied their weapons, but Blood-Wraith indicated for them to hold on. He slammed the bottom of Voidborne into the ground, followed by a column of golden fire erupting from the crystal blade. The flames soared up into the air as a serpentine dragon, then descended in a form invoking that of Leif and razed the immediate area in an inferno that left everything but the shadow constructs unharmed. The dragon of flames then flew over to a nearby area and let loose another firebreath before dissipating. Naturally Blood-Wraith was feeling fairly triumphant after that, twirling his swordstaff around once after he picked it up.      “That’s wh...