There was a sudden rumble, and the lurching of wards around the stone walls of the tower. As if something had slammed right in to the side and sent the entire structure shaking in it’s foundation! -Corona
The crunching of stone almost sounded like footsteps with every crackling boom against the tower. A massive arm shoved it’s way through the tower window, tearing away a large chunk of the wall to make the hole big enough for it to enter. The god was larger than before, more monster than anything else. With gleaming eyes and a triumphant smile. -Corona
“Cannot kill what is eternal… boy god.” it hiiiissssed, climbing in to the tower. It’s body so large it seemed to swallow up the room with both form and presence. “I neeeeeeed the summoner…” Tilting it’s head sideways and near upside down, it regarded them with curiosity. “But which soul, which soul is mine… Mother or chiiiiild…?” -Corona
unseen though the scorceror, Corona’s father slipped into the tower. The distraction was working beautifly and Athos wasn’t pating any attention to his bride. Perfect… -Athos
The god tilted it’s head the other way. Bemused. Unphased. Leaning forward on all fours, it’s mouth widening to grin with rows of teeth to a grotesque width. “To recreate a life, a sacrifice must be made… Too be soliiiiiid, I must have sacrifice…” Crushing stone beneath it’s feat, it lept at Athos. Not seeming to be specific or choosy about WHO would be it’s sacrifice! -Corona
“Sleep dove…” the whisper, still strangly human and somehow not. The spell wound itse;f bubtly around her mind and pulls it into dreams as the sorcerer’s hand tightened around her and he clamped her mouth shut. “A daughter adn grandchild all in one day.. and a godling too. Today is my lucky day..” -Athos
Bursting through the boy god’s power, the star god crashed in to him. Both grinding against the stone floor to hit the wall behind. It’s laughter came out in smoke filled hisses! “Weak and stupid… years have not done you justiiiiiice.” -Corona
he slung the girl over his shoulder and was out of there slipping through the portal he came through and disappearing into nothingness. That half god would be taken care of and then… Corona would join him. -Athos
Feet away, the star god was regaining it’s footing. Content with toying with it’s pray, and having no agenda other than just being there. Anothing hiss of laughter. “All the power of a god and yet… alwayssss failure… alwayssss.” It was circling again, eying the barrier with only a mild interest. There was the sense of him pushing against it with an unseen touch of power of his own. “You should have ssssttaaayed dead…. you are weak… no true god…” -Corona
A snarl and a hiiiiiissss, the star god tried to keep a footing by digging it’s claws in to the stone. But the sealment was just enough to pull him back in to the wall. Even while sealed, his hissing howl could be heard. Smoke sifting through the symbol. It would not hold him for long. -Corona
“Now now… you don’t want to wake the others.. trust me on that.” the voice was close by but seemed to be in every direction. “Welcome home daughter, I’m so glad you could join me and join me you will. You;ve done so well raising two gods and another growing inside you. Our family will be the greatest to ever live.” -Athos
“Don’t lie to me…” small glowing light appeared all around her in the empty sockets of the figures. “Don’t ever lie to me. You know who I am or did you think you were the only think I took from your tower.” her notes appeared on the table furthest from her. “You’re a promising student but I’ve been watching you longer than you realize or did you think me stupid enough to let a little girl wonder through my tower? When I noticed things missing I knew only someone of my blood could take them, so I learned what you liked taking and set my sernvants to watch for me.” all the heads turned towards her at once. “So Corona, are you going to join me or will I be raising a god on my own?” -Athos
“Wrong.” he directed his minions to grab her and hold her for him. “If you’re only going to be good for me as an incubator.. that thats what you’ll be.” he placed hia hand on her forehead and pushed her mind back into sleep, a perminany sleep that would keep her just alive enough for the baby to be born. “Such a waste.” -Athos
The Sorcerer looked almost surprised to see him there. Almost. He stepped over to Corona, directing his puppets to leave her. Swooping to pick up the glowing ring from the floor. “This is the price a god pays to be raised from the dead, isn’t it? A life for a life. Her life for yours. Your child’s life for the god you could not slay…” -Corona
The ring slipped on his finger, he splayed out a hand. Lighting dropping from the air to split the ice to shards before it ever reached him. “More death. Is that what you want, Son of Emidio? I could bring her back to life. Her and her child. For a price…” -Corona
The Sorcerer blocked, dodged, shielded, all without breaking a sweat. Where he drew his power source from, he didn’t even seem to crack the surface yet. What he did make sure to do was protect the body of his daughter. Not a spell, not a misfire, nothing. He needed her unharmed. “She is dead because of you. Because she raised your soul from purgatory. Because you draw evil to you. Because you destroyed my tower and led me right to her… You killed her. And you can’t even bring her back.” -Corona
The Sorcerer, to his credit, did not seemed cowed by a god’s display of power. He thought himself a god, with the powers and skills of all those he slayed. He stood in front of Corona, boldy not even summoning up a spell of protection as he cast a wide assinine smile to the god. So reminiscent of the one Corona always gave. “Would you destroy your savior? Your only chance? Do it. Destroy me. Seal yourself again, Son of Emidio, and watch as I come back stronger…” -Corona
He was laughing. Maniacally laughing. Even when he felt himself being ripped apart. So consumed by his own delusion, he truely believed he was ascending to godhood. Become something grand, powerful. Every rip was unleashing more of his own powers, powers he stole. Souls he claimed. Flaring against the god’s power like rays from a super nova. -Corona
Blood scattered across the floor seemed to ripple. The marrionettes that had been motionless during the entire display were moving again. In jerky twisting motions to creep forward. The laughter and all sound had ceased, but the entire room was dreadfully cold. -Corona
Without sound or even rustling the foilage around them, the glowing eyes appeared. One organic bright and orange, the other nothing more than a bulb of white light beneath a layer of skin. Crawling in such fluid movements, the strange mix of battered flesh with glints of metal and wire were a grotesque contrast to the nature around them. They might have been once human, but were now nothing more than beasts, sniffing the air and prowling out of the brush with a target in sight. -Corona
They were fast! So fast that they even seemed to blur when they moved. The magic seemed to crackle around them, and even though some of the lightning had surely struck, they didn’t seem to be affected beyond the sizzling of skin. Worse after several moments of soaking it in, they propelled it back at the god in the sky. Even the ice was propelled in spellform back to him. Despite the distraction, they knew what they were after and through the trees there were two that dived at the sorceress rolling both her and them down a hillside. -Corona
Boiling water was an effective trick. What wasn’t burned and near melting away, was fritzing out with sparks, leaving skeletal masses covered in skin and muscle wired together in stringy bits trying to skitter across the ground. Without spells to propell or a physical body to attack, there was little they could do beyond focusing on their primary objective. The two left with Corona were only biding time and toying with their prey, until they spotted that ample moment of exhaustion to pin her down with spindly fingers. -Corona
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GENERAL CHARACTER STATISTICS
Character Name: Corona Flare
Species/Race: Human (At least she’s pretty sure. c__c)
Occupation: Apprentice Sorceress
General Appearance: Light brown curly hair that falls to the shoulders. Golden brown eyes. Thinner than average figure with a small bust and high cheek bones. Her clothing is the typical ‘extravagant’ and ‘eccentric’ attire that’s expected of any sorceress. She favors dark purples, navy blues, and silvers.
Strengths: A good strong body and lots of endurance!
Weaknesses: No physical fighting skills what-so-ever.
Powers/Skills: Corona is a young Apprentice, so her knowledge is at the basics. Her magic is only conducted through spoken spells.
Current Goal/Purpose: Save The World, Go Home?
Talents: Memory. Reading People.
Inabilities: She is overly suspicious of everything, which leads her to forcing herself to trust people even when she -should- be suspicious.
Fears: Goblins, Wolves, Prisons, Large Angry Mobs
General Personality: Corona is a little complicated, not from being “deep” but from lacking the knowledge of what to think about herself. Others view Corona as both a hypocrite and a determined apprentice. She spent so much time hating on sorcery, yet once she jumped in, she did so with full intent to do it well. For the most part she gets along with other people, but is prone to moments of reckless behavior, ill-timed outbursts, and the occasional paranoia.
Inner Personality: Corona doesn’t know who she is (figuratively speaking). Everyone is supposed to know what they want to be when they grow up, or suddenly discover what they want out of life. There are people who are sure of their own personality. …and she’s just not one of them. She doesn’t want to trust people, because she doesn’t think she can trust her own instincts or opinions. She doesn’t want to ask for help, cause she thinks she needs to be able to accomplish everything herself if she’s gonna learn anything.
Secret: She kinda, sorta, has her mother’s Spellbook with her. Whoops.
General History: Corona was born to Colnaria Flare some Twenty Years ago. Her father’s identity is a total mystery, but that didn’t matter much. Their family was small but happy. Living in her mother’s shadow did prove to be a problem at first. Corona rebelled against anything and everything having to do with sorcery. Of course, once she grew out of her angsty teen years, Corona realized it was silly to avoid it just because her mother did it. Her apprenticeship began very late and her knowledge and skill severely lacked.
Present Life: Corona has found herself somewhere very weird. One teeny-tiny accident of casting a spell and now she’s not in the same world. It’s not HER world that’s for sure.
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