This was inspired by the idea of combining RPG with Magic. It worked for a time when I first started writing this, but I've had to put it to the backburner for too long it seems, and now I can't remember critical info for it to work.
The characters were created thanks to @The Man They Call Jayne
and @Ravager Zero
who gave me a Race, a personality, and a selection of spells. Everything else was me trying to create an actual narrative.
[spoiler=The Bolas Games]The arena was filled with thick inky fog and lit weakly from above by deathly pale balls of incandescent magic. Silhouettes of people stood high on parapets, but a single shadowy figure dominated the highest reaches of a visible pantheon. Two curved horns crowned its head, with an object of some kind levitate between them, and immense wings stretch back into obscurity.
The horned figured raised its hand and began to swirl it within the fog, tendrils of light nebulously branching from crawled fingertips. With this gesture, the fog on the arena floor as whipped by vicious wind, coalescing into two balls of impenetrable blackness. In an instant, the fog dispersed, leaving two figures standing, and swaying. The blue skinned one dropped to a knee, seemingly winded. The other, a tall and wiry pale grey being, stretched, and hissed into the air.
“Aaah, its been so long since I have been called” sighed the tall grey one, looking towards the dragon looking down on him. Looking down upon the other before him, he snorted. “A Vedalken is why I’ve been summoned?” The Vedalken jumped back up to his feet, and looked to the one who had spoken.
“I can say with certainty that I’m no happier to be standing before a vampire.” The vedalken looked about his surroundings, seeing the audience above, as well as the dragon. “Why am I here?”
“You are both here…” Growled the dragon. “…For my entertainment. Nicorux has been untested of late, and you, Sanphi, have been a nuisance to my agents on your home plane. You are to, have a duel of sorts. This arena has many enchantments upon it to ensure some semblance of fairness, but really I just want to see who will come out on top.”
Using his vampiric powrs, Nicorux drifted quickly into the air towards the dragon. “Bolas, you kno…” He was cut short as an invisible field prevented him from ascending further. Nicorux reached up put felt nothing solid. “You should know that I am loyal, so why am I to be tested?” Bolas’ did not respond immediately, after a brief moment, he simple raised a clawed hand, and swiftly flashed it downwards, catapulting Nicorux downwards forcibly.
“You are to be tested because you forget you place.” Bolas snarled. “If you can defeat Sanphi, then maybe I will not punish you for your demonstrated insolence!”
Nicorux picked himself up from the ground, as slight depression formed beneath him where the force of his fall has marked the ground, but not him. He scowled at the Elder Dragon, but quickly changed his attitude when he remembered who he was defying.
“And what incentive would you give someone who apparently opposes you?” Sanphi called out, hoping it was a reasonable question, at his sides, he discreetly channeled a small portion of mana to himself, hoping it would be of use .
“If you defeat Nicorux, then my Consortium has an opening for a skilled individual.” Bolas smiled, knowing this would incense Nicorux more than Sanphi. “We will certainly open many avenues for your research.” A smile curled the corners of Bolas’ mouth, and disconcerting sight for many of his longer standing followers.
“Over my corpse” Nicorux snarled as he braced himself, breathing deeply, he followed through with a piercing screech imbued with black magic , striking like lightning into Sanphi’s ears. He screamed, feeling his prescious knowledge being invaded picked through and thrown from his mind into oblivion , but through his determination, his handed snaked into his pocket to take old of a prism he kept. Nicorux’s attack ended, Sanphi drew out the stored energy, channeling it through his body to his other hand, he swiftly performed a series of motions. He spell finished, a second Vedalken stood in the arena, dressed similarly, but not so lavishly. The Vedalken construct had blank white eyes, but stood resolute towards Nicorux. Sanphi panted softly despite how quickly it all happened.
“This hardly seems fair.” Nicorux snarled, levitating himself slightly and drawing mana about himself. Pulling his hands up, a black pillar arose from the ground, dispersing to reveal another vampire. “I don’t allow my subjects to play with their food, but instead encourage more creative use of their blood.” Sanphi scowled at the imperious vampire, snarling maniacally at him.
Feet set firm, Sanphi swirled the blue mana about himself again , mentally commanding the vedalken construct to grant him more power. Almost satirically miming the vampire, Sanphi raised his hands aswell, but this was to ensure his next contruct didn’t materialize in the ground. Blue tinged fog swirled behind him, and a massive metallic construct emerged from the dispersing obstruction. Sanphi could feel he had mana to spare, and so pushed himself to summon another construct. Sweat beginning to form on his skin, he stopped when he realized his effort was in vain. Opening his eyes, he looked up at the vampire, who still had an overconfident grim smeared across his features.
“Mana flows easily here, but not that easily you fool” Nicorux taunted the artificer, drawing more mana to himself . With a sharp thrust of the power he wielded, Nicorux summoned another vampire, scanitlly clad in leather and wire thin, a waterfall of blood staining his chin and neck. “Maybe you should surrender now, old bookworm.”
Sanphi grinned at the vampires’ remark. “You’ll soon learn that not the kind of person I am” With more graceful hand movements , Sanphi summoned a couple of strange constructs with large beaked heads, seemingly made of a bronze metal. With a mental command, the large engine behind him begam to hum, and the vedalken construct bowed down on one knee.
“Ha!, even your own constructs know who they should bow to” Nicorux laughed, not realizing the purpose for the engineer construct, that was until a small spider-like creature popped out of it , crawling forward to join the two copper myr. “such weak constructs will be the death of you.” Nicorux continued to smile.
Without hesitating, Nicorux commanded the blood covered vampire forward, straight for Sanphi, who barely had time to send the Myr and the spider in the vampires path. Both constructs were destroyed, a moment that seemed to awaken the the first vampire construct. Oils and lubricants, blood to a mechanical creature, sprayed out of the constructs, forming sharp shards in the air, hurtling towards Sanphi. He managed to avoid most of the sharps, but still many bit deep into his leg. A small portion of the fluids that didn’t strike Sanphi, curved around towards Nicorux. Sanphi looked on, thinking the shards dangerous to his foe, but was dismayed to see the shards disperse around Nicorux like a mist.
“Aah, even those things have a semblance of lifeforce.” Nicorux breathed the aired deeply. He waved his hands passively “Oh, what to do?” One hand raised up, summoning another Blood Artist, and the other hand thrusted towards Sanphi. Invisible forces whipped across Sanphi’s body, drawing pinpricks of blood, but somehow the pain made his mind clearer.
In my mind, Sanphi has no chance to regain any footing in this fit, and is mercilessly torn apart by Nicorux's Black Magic (using Exquisite Blood and Sanguine Bond). Niocrux however doesn't spark Bolas's trust, and so must prove himself further. I was 50/50 on whether Nicorux is killed or actually survives and is reinstated into the Consortium, so I'll guess I'll leave his fate up to Jayne