Welcome to Beacon: Rising

Nonie yelled out in frustration. "I pray this works." She tossed the whole bag of Grape seeds on the ground, triggered her semblance and shaped all the vines into ropes that wrapped around the Grimm.

ATMN

As they discussed, they could feel several eyes on them, all coming from one direction. However, instead of a group, it would feel as if it were just one single organism.

VRNS

"Get them then, I will fight the Grimm, get yourself dressed, you fool." She commanded as she drew her sword before moving in on the Grimm, mindful of her allies' attacks as she watched for an opening.

"...Huh. There were many things I expected, but that was not it."

Deciding to save his Air shells, since they seemed to be actually useful, he decided to withdraw an Ice shell, colored a vivid teal to mark it from the rest. In no real danger at the time, though worried far more than he felt prudent over his teammate's fate, he fired the Ice shell at the Grimm to see what effect it would have.

Really, at this stage there was no telling.

VRNS

Combo Attack!

The Ice Shell hit the Grimm just as the vines began to wrap around it, causing the vines to snap apart the now brittle ice cube that was once the Livyat.

Blackened ice cubes rained from the sky, pelting everything beneath. But the violent Grimm was dead.

"So that's dead." Nonie said. "Who are you?" She turned to the strangers.

Vasilos lowered the Flyswatter as the Ice shell impacted, quickly freezing the Grimm.

In an amazing display of accidental synergy, the Mistrali watched as the vines wrapped around the monster. Ordinarily they would constrict - but there was nothing to constrict. There was only ice.

And ice shattered easily.

Retracting the weapon, he slung the Flyswatter onto his back, before turning towards the two newcomers. "I assume you are both of Beacon?"

Temple

Time passed, skirmishes were fought, but now the initiates were approaching the end of their search.

"I don't believe it," Wayne remarked as they spotted the temple, an island in the center of a lake with four stone bridges to the land around it. "They chose the Grave of the King?"

Legend has it that in the kingdoms' infancy, the great Grimm Kurira, given the title "King of Grimm," threatened to destroy Vale before even the first king was crowned. So the four kingdoms rallied against the titanic beast and felled it, building a temple over his ruin. Now all that remains is the island and stone that the initiates saw before them.

"There," Wayne raised an arm at the island's center, where several pedestals stood young against the old rock. Perched on each one was a symbol cleaved in two. The one the armored initiate gave his attention to was the one depicting the symbol of Atlas, the shared homeland of the three standing with him. "Let's grab one half and get out of here."

To the east a dark figure watched the initiates approach the artifacts from where it was perched atop a tree, anticipating the moment when the Emerald Forest would erupt in screeches and roars.

Go on, grab it. Every pair grabs either the left or right half of the artifact depicting their kingdom's symbol.

I shall take the right half of our symbol., Tempestas said to his partner as he did exactly that.

"The Grave of the King?"

Vasilos gazed over the massive temple, a monument in stone and rock to the day when the four kingdoms felled Kurira - the King of Grimm.

He slowly approached the symbol of Mistral (presumably being followed by the remainder of his team), his blade drawn, but not yet lit. It was cleaved in two - which was fortunate, as so far as he could recall, he was only to bring back one half.

"Alright," began Vasilos, as he turned towards the rest of the members of Team VRNS. "Will any of you volunteer to take one half of our sigil, or should I?"

"You can have it." said Nonie, recognizing that it was probably best to keep her head down.

Nemesis was rather unconvinced this was going to be this easy. Minor Grimm before did nothing to even mildly inconvenience them. Now here they were at the Grave of the King, this legendary temple built upon the remains of Kurira itself... and so far nothing showed to be a challenge.

The blonde warrior knew better than to not expect resistance, either here or on their way back to Beacon. Two pieces, each for the two of them. Resting Raivo on her shoulder she glanced around in search of any dangers. Clear. "Let us not linger." She murmured, making her way to the symbols and getting both before tossing one to Ahyan and taking the last one for herself.

edited 22nd Jun '15 1:35:09 AM by FergardStratoavis

"Left. Human and Faunus, nobility and peasantry, etcetera etcetera." Rey remarked flippantly, snagging her half. She stuffed it in a pocket and kept a tight grip on The Spinner. "Alright, now we just get out of here." Rey spoke slower, enunciating clearly and pointing as she explained directions. "Now, from my past experiences with Kraken, I feel obligated to just say that that way is North, that way is South, that's East, and that's West. We dropped in from a cliff facing Eastward and headed East, so we have to head West in order to get back." She waved to the other Teams. "Hey over there! We ought to all head back in force to make sure we make it!"

Sanfar gestured to the other two members of her party as she held up Maori. "You take one half. I shall take the other." She said with a nod.

As he approached the pedestal holding the symbol of his homeland, Gerhart removed the greathelm from his head, choosing to hold it under his arm for the time being. Lifting the right half of the symbol, Gerhart took a brief moment to examine it before bowing his head and quietly uttering "I claim this prize in the name of Siegfried and his order, may it bring them honour and glory in the days to come"

Raising his head and replacing his greathelm, Gerhart looked to those around him and said "Our time here is up, let us leave these ancient grounds"

edited 22nd Jun '15 1:45:05 AM by Eachiunn

"Thank you, Reymond." Kraken sarcastically says. "We better get a move on. I'd hate to waste more arrows."

OG

Ovid fell into step alongside Gerhart. "You do realize that it isn't a prize for some dead Paladin right? It's our admission into the university. Or perhaps you would like me to claim random mission objectives in the name of my noble father? He asked in an exasperated tone.

edited 22nd Jun '15 8:27:38 PM by guyshane

OG

"I am simply paying my respects to those who have given me the life I have." Replied Gerhart, nonplussed.

Vasilos quietly nodded, turning towards the broken symbol of Mistral, and slowly - carefully - retrieving it from its resting place. It had a bit of weight to it - it was nothing he couldn't handle, though he figured when he inevitably had to fight with it it would offset him, and make him even slower - if not prone to falling flat on his ass and just dying outright.

A Hand of Fate

The presence unseen by the initiates felt a shift in the winds of change, and saw that Maori was no longer by Sanfar's side. Instead another male stood in his place, and no one was the wiser of this cosmic change. For his part, Maori never went to Beacon, and lived his life another way.

Most interesting...

The figure waited in the shadows as it felt royalty approach, and prepared to makes its entrance.

Wren, you're in. Grim, Aqua, I need you two to get to the temple ASAP.

edited 19th Jul '15 5:48:49 PM by Insano

Late!

The Grave of the King? Interesting...

Vladimir and his partner were arriving at the site of the relics. Having already defeated the Ursa, they were a bit exhausted, but mostly excited.

"Looks like we're almost done, Sir Garrett," he said to his partner. "And it appears that the relics this year are parts of the emblems of the kingdoms."

He walked up and grabbed one of the halves of the Vale symbol.

As the initiates began to depart from the Grave of the King, a dark figure landed in front of the pair of nobles, staring at them with unbridled malice. It had the frame of a man, but it had skin colored like a dark void, unclothed yet revealing nothing. There was something...off...about this being. The world seemed to darken at its very presence, the air seemed to gain a deathly chill to those who felt and breathed it, and to gaze into its blood-red eyes was to feel something irrevocable taken from you.

And that wasn't even going into the attributes that made this dark figure obviously unnatural. Spreading from its back were two dark wings like that of a Nevermore, every feather as sharp as iron. Its legs did not end in feet like humans and all but the more feral-looking of Faunus, but in talons like a Nevermore as well, wicked and deadly, clawing at the earth as if its steps jealously claimed the world. The head of this beast was not like any human's; there appeared to be a human face beneath that raven-like skull which melded into its head, so it wasn't a helmet; it was actually part of this being's body.

   "Prince Gareth. Lord Vladimir. You will not leave this temple...    Its mouth appeared to be curved in a smirk, smug and confident in its power to retain the two nobles. The forest around them seem to shake in anticipation, and the sight of red eyes filled the shadows as this figure made its existence known, nodding its head west back to Beacon.    "Not that way, at least..."   

Now it's up to Grim to react...

edited 19th Jul '15 7:31:41 PM by Insano

Grave of the King

"Suitably ominous place to put the relics," Bao said. Bao caught the crest of Vacuo out of the air before it reached Ahyan. "I'll take that."

She and her other Vacuonese companions hailed from very different corners of the Vacuonese kingdom, so uniting under a single banner seemed rather hollow to her. There were only a handful of people Bao felt anything resembling solidarity with, and almost all of them lived in a monastery in the northern Vacuonese mountains.

"I suppose, then, that cleaving the crest in two symbolizes the country being torn apart," Bao said, dryly. "I'll have to thank Master Oscar for the unintentionally morbid symbolism."

edited 20th Jul '15 7:47:05 AM by opnerf

Grave of the King

As Vasilos headed forwards, the piece of Mistral tucked away in a pocket (he'd be maneuverable, but he'd need to watch himself in the event that it may fall from his pocket - it would be a shame to bring back dust, and not even the good kind of Dust), a beast appeared before him.

It was a mockery of all that was man - a Nevermore with human features. A Grimm so grim that the world itself turned grim at its presence. He stared into its eyes for a moment and then averted his glance - there were things in there no sane man should have glanced at, things he would remember in nightmares that would assuredly come for a long time after the fact.

And then it spoke. Red eyes appeared all along the forest front. It may not have been addressing Vasilos, but knowing Grimm, its intentions were clear - it wasn't going to let anyone from Beacon leave here alive.

"I know not if you can understand me, Grimm, but stand aside." Vasilos drew the Phoenix, and it roared to life with a blaze that, even if a little bit, drove back the darkness. "Call your hordes off. For if you do not I will slay all of them and return covered in your blood."

edited 20th Jul '15 8:25:40 PM by SpartyMcFly

Kraken turns around and approaches the figure, trident ready."Excuse me, beak-face. I want to get out of this forest soon. So either you flap your wings out of my way, or I'll run you through."

Nonie caught up with Vasilos only to be baffled by the abomination before her. She drew her spadespear ready to assist Vasilos if he chose that path.