Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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The architect of chaos' inquiry would dissipate from existence as an echo, bouncing itself on marble and granite. Forever lost in the monochromatic ambiance that masked his expression. A grey-scale hue reflecting the dulling numbness which gnawed at him. In the duration since arrival, M'sondaa had begrudgingly come to gripes with time's insignificance within Lucas' dimension. A sentiment which was strengthened as he guided his hand to his chest. The weight behind the sluggish arm, slapped onto the costume. His fingers crumpling its fabric to appease the pain that swelled within him. A single tear would arise from his eye and shed to the ground. Forcing him to edge close to the source of his current condition. Floating majestically, his foot would come to a halt before a glass casing. Its structure dwarfing his six foot frame as its transparent panes juxtaposed his frame above 'it'. "It's perfect fit"
Staring him back was the prized possession of Sun N'Kong. M'sondaa let go of his costume, fingers trembling in anticipation as he guided them towards the glass. Where upon they'd rest on the pane & unleash a concentration of ice. Its crystalline essence, transforming the environment into an ice age. With one tap, the glass casing broke, exposing its contents. Despite, the centuries which separated both, M'sondaa had no doubts it was Ogpyo. The famed gear which had belonged to his father. Its black stitching as immaculate as the day he laid his life to save him. Suddenly, M'sondaa knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees. Eyes welled the bitterness in his heart coursed out as a river. For once the African felt inadequacy. Here he was the son of a legend, sneaking about like a gutter rat. A pawn in another man's game. He missed his parents. The familiarity of his homeland. What happened to his friends?
Rubbing his eyes, M'sondaa bit down onto his jaws, glueing them tightly & standing once more. This time mustering the confidence to reach and claim that which was his. If Ogpyo was here Un would surely be close by. Slapping himself, the architect of chaos would resume his journey. No sooner had he reached the outskirts that connected the Treasure Rooms and Support columns than did he pick up on movements. An electromagnetic disruption [Jicho] that alerted him of several individuals. Attuning his pupils, he pierced through concrete to decipher prisoners and their guard. Four individuals, his target being in their midst, bound by some un-ordinary chains. Trying to secure an audience with him in such conditions was suicide. Thus, he uprooted all the metallic ornaments & tickets which adorned the treasure room; behind him. Tossing them with enough force to cause a commotion within the basement (only). Intent on creating a diversion & hopefully remove the guard from the proximity.
Zel Lucas, the 2nd in command of the Lucas family smiled as Leona dropped to the floor. She was still in really bad shape and therefore Zel Lucas saw no reason to do any damage. Regardless, he clasped his hands together and spread them apart slowly, still connected by a purple flame-like energy that formed very thick and wide strings. He quickly wrapped the strings around her and used the biokinetic energy to suppress her neuron's, basically put her in a state of suspended animation. After doing so, two basic members, distant cousins at best, took the Queen of Heroes and escorted her to the basement.
As that happened, Zel talked it out with Koren who had given him a very different approach to something that could be much more simple. From the way he talked, Zel figured he had never been in a family or had a healthy relationship with them. He was patient and was going to school and educate the man on how
"Let me set this straight now. Don't get it twisted, we may be a criminal organization, but we are a family. If the thought of you wanting to put your hands on me or any of family cross your mind again, I will dismember you and let my dread doctor's experiment on your remains. BUT, a much less dramatic alternative is for you to join the Spy Division. The spy division is actually extremely discrete, not even I know much about how things are run or it's members. You can do and conduct yourself as a regular member society, just report your findings to your division head and also follow orders. It was once headed by Xuebei, but after her failure in Botanic, it will probably be given to Jamilla. Talk to her during the Breakfast for more information. Take a seat...Frank is coming."
Zel Lucas said, giving him that only option. After saying that, he turned his back to Koren and walked away. It was actually a test to see if Koren was really here for the family or had his own ulterior motives. This was the perfect opportunity for him to attack. He walked to the center of the courtyard, basically challenging Koren's intentions and loyalty.
Jamilla sat at the table, eating collard greens and mac and cheese. Just then, Naomi, the most valuable player at the Garden approached her, calling her sister and trying to team up. In all honesty, she has rejected the idea in the first mention. She was trying to eat and she was getting bombarded with questions and honestly was just disgusted with the idea of training rookies. Even before any garden shenanigans, she was hesitant to train anyone. However, they did have similar quirks and Jamilla was definitely going to do some very hard reworking of the Spy Division to make it much more
"Don't call me sister, you haven't earned your stripes. But Sit down..." She said as she pulled the chair next to her out to give Naomi sitting room. "...after my father's speech, we can talk a bit more."
She said as she continued eating her food. Just then, everyone began to consolidate to the huge table at the center of the courtyard. Frank was coming.
Mistress Soul raised an eyebrow. He spoke very...traditionally. Camelot must have never grown with the rest of the world. But that made it even better, they could restart the slave trade in Camelot because they haven't caught up with the rest of the world. Regardless, she decided to "flex" her powers a bit in order to demonstrate to the prince who he being recruited by. The scenery changed once more, from space, shifting to the throne room of Camelot. She showed it being empty, before flashes of every king who had come before Arthur was shown. The very last image, being Uther stood then smiled as he made eye contact with his son. But they were just images, something to touch the prince's nerves. As the images flashed, Mistress talked in his head.
"I see almost all. I know almost all. I am Mistress soul, Queen Mother. I can see and interact with lingering wills of all things and your powers are in my domain. I can make you strong enough that Camelot will always be at the top. They have been left behind by the advancements of the world, but our influence can close the technological gap."
She said, pitching her idea once more as Siyanne removed a sword from her back. It was extremely long, jet black and red streaks running throughout it, its name was clert. Just then, the sound of ice shattering startled the both of them, coming from the treasure room.
"Siyanne..."
"On it mother!"
Siyanne said as she left the room to investigate the noise.
"Camelot here, I never would have believed it if I didn't see it myself." Gaunter thought as he looked across the room. Being a native of Britannia himself he had of course heard of the kingdom. In fact it was historically claimed that Gaunter himself descended from the line of Morgan, great enemy to the lands of Camelot. His centuries old feud with the kingdom overtook Gaunter, he dropped all other concerns. The king of Camelot was his primary goal for now but he could not be allowed to fall at the hands of the Lucas family. That was not his destiny. Gaunter had no concern that would happen however. His intuition alerted him that Leona was about to return to the field. He stood walking closer to Arthur so he would be ready when the time came.
Zel's unwillingness to run with Korens plan was mildly unexpected, but made sense in a way. A spy division seemed like the best way, however it would not work with his plans to infiltrate fang, unless he went maskless, which he didn't like the idea of. It was, however, quite a surprise for Koren, from where he was from, his superiors would have jumped at the idea, yet here, the speak of family, kind of made him sick. To value singular entities over a greater plan was ludacris, but without knowing how this spy division operated, Koren was left with nothing but speculation. Stepping out of the shadows, Koren slumped down with his back against the pillar. He had no intention of joining the feast, but also had no intention of leaving, so he would sit here and observe, and likely find food later in the evening.
Post by Big News Gecko on May 27, 2018 16:46:24 GMT
This woman’s ability. An impressive ability indeed, but it was more so frightening. To have someone capable of peering through his soul, learning every bit of information possible. While Arthur on the other hand was completely oblivious to whom she may be. It was alarming to experience something as corporeal as this, yet be unable to actual interact with the entity. When the woman began to cycle through the Kings of Old, one particularly lashed at the prince’s attention. Unwillingly, the prince’s mind snapped back to that dream he was having before awaking.
The silhouette climbing the mountain was Sir Arthur. He had reached the time and stretched his hand out, trying to make connect with the enormous ominous figure that stood at the summit. It turned around, the flash of the thunder revealing its face. The being’s features identical to a King of Old, Mordred. Its demeanor, the cold sensation it exerted – rushed Arthur. It was enough to blow the prince backward off the mountain. As the prince fell, the environment changed. All that exist was the screaming king to be and the dark abyss at the bottom.
The prince would snap back to reality, when another woman withdrew a sword. Sir Arthur’s would widen in disbelief and somewhat displeasure. The Holy Sword Excalibur was in her hands, or an item that seem to perfectly mock its appearance. The prince even sat up, alarmed to see that such a creation existed. Arthur thought once more about her offer to make Camelot strong. To further its longevity. With the recent string of failures, the prince could not help but doubt his ability to lead the kingdom.
Even with those doubts, signing it over to the foreign blood would be the ultimately betrayal to his bloodline. Arthur was much more afraid of doing that than failing. Amid Arthur’s thinking, commotion could be heard somewhere else. As the woman left, due to the command of her mother, the prince began to speak.
“My kingdom is more precious and valuable than my life.”
Arthur made sure to move his legs, to that they now were off the bed – feet to the ground.
“Your words, they are not as an venomous viper.”
The prince intended to cooperate. It should prove the better choice for now.
“As I accept your offer, may I ask who healed me and how is the woman I was protecting.”
Arthur would proceed to describe what Xuebei looked like.
Sassy isn’t she, this was the initial thoughts of Naomi when she heard the fellow Lucas family sister speak back to her. She simply didn’t want to be greeted as such a term yet from the likes of Naomi, which she can respect. She was offered a seat, and she delightfully took up the offer as she rested near Jamilia and decided to enjoy some of the food as well in the meantime. She kept hearing about this father figure, but she doubts he’s as bad as the others make him seem to be…though she couldn’t be too certain considering most of these children here as his off springs or relatives. Zel and Tony alone are fearsome, it really makes her wonder as the third in command of the Blackthorn – is she really up to par? Her usual eerie smile turned into a face devoid of thought, devoid of emotion…a gripping pain can be felt around her neck, as she remembered her scar around her neck. “Damn it…Nami won’t let me live this one down.." she thought to herself as she wondered what her twin would say.
She sighed, returning back to her meal – but her smile slowly coming back is it was not a moment to be saddened, something people rarely get to see from Naomi is showing her other side of behavior. This family atmosphere here in Lucas manor almost caused her to relapse, it was too toxic for her but she figured she’ll get used to it over time.
Last Edit: May 27, 2018 18:57:46 GMT by Nightingale
"Alien, that's your name right? Let me drive this car. I know the enemy better than you. You may be smart, but lack experience, from here on I am in charge."
Alien sighed, but his intuition told him it would be best to let Ranger take control. He had more knowledge on the enemy, Alien hated taking a back seat to his own conquest. "Fine, but you better not destroy our body. "
A sensation of malice would spread suddenly, Aliens body would pulsate. Wicked laughter oozed off his person as he armor glowed a purple hue. 3 Tentacles sprouted from his back side, breaking the chains and setting him free. He fell to his feet and rolled his shoulder. His bones could be heard relocating and cracking. A long exhale of satisfaction could be heard. "You all are so chatty and I fine this hotel service to be shit." Voices could be heard speaking in Conjunction. "Ranger is free and here to finally take this body for a ride!" He could sense around him in 10 meters. He could feel another entity over in the next room. He moved closer in the mans direction. "Arthur, it seems my Host thinks highly of you. I can see why if even the Lucas Family wants you."
Sandwiched in the recess of two statues, M'sondaa observed in bated breath. With his plan set into motion, the guard, who he known figured was female, would stir & storm out. The African's ingenuity had seen him assume a position different from his initial attack, guiding her path down a different route. Once the clicking of her heels were nothing more but an echo in the distance. The architect would jump down and zoom towards the room. Stopping himself beside its agape doors and peering into its confines. One quick scan & he picked out his target, a grayish mash of slime that'd sprouted tentacles. In the off chance the room had cameras, M'sondaa wasn't about to risk the chance of its doors trapping him within. Thus, he cautiously latched onto his opportunity. Instead choosing to target the magnetic fields which surrounded the slime & draw them to himself. The power of the technique acting upon the walls and grounds which surrounded. In turn encasing his target within a bubble which drew him closer to the door. Privy to the targets name he'd call out to him, "Ranger, 'THEY' sent me here to rescue you. If you know how to leave this place, I suggest you have it on standby"
Name: Jicho Quirk: EM Rank: D Experience Points: 10 Type: Supplementary Range: Self Damage: +0.5 SPM (ACC) Description: A technique that passively heightens one's vision. This is achieved through capitalizing on the parent quirk to enable the individual the sense over the entirety of the range of electromagnetic spectrum. In this case both audio-visual and neural discernment. Allowing him to overcome irregular visible light phenomena; weather (wind, fog), environment (smoke, dust) condition (light, dark) etc. The second is free reign to shift his sight and see through gamma, ultraviolet, infrared, micro and radio-waves. Through, this he's capable of visually locating sources of invisible attacks, the strengths and concentration of existing electromagnetic fields & movements/disruptions through them. Enabling interaction with the magnetic fields within their accuracy range; at freeform. Additionally, the vibrancy afforded to his sight makes his eyes perceive attacks at a much higher rates.
Drawbacks: A passive skill, this ability inflicts a sustained 3% EM expenditure. This passive activation and costs stacks with the turn based depletion rate. Bold: M'sondaa has 45ACC: Can See 45 Meters Ahead Clearly (Projectiles Further Will Auto Miss). I can manually interact with Magnetic fields within this set of distance at FF.
It had been sometime since Derek thought of his father, here he was alone and in the dark as some mysterious voice spoke of what would be his execution. Would this be how he died? In a dusty basement with a criminal and another classmate? Is this what his life would amount too? Derek couldn't let himself lose, so he would have to think of a way to escape and quickly. There was no guarantee that the Hero Association would come to his aid, so he would have to escape by himself and do it his own way. Derek would hear the glass cracking, and the ruckus being cause. As Siyanne moved onto the next room, Derek would realize this to be his moment to escape but he wouldn't rush it. He had to be assured that she was some ways away. As her footsteps faded off into the distance. Another person would enter the room before Derek could make his escape, but instead of keeping watch he would say something unusual "Ranger, 'THEY' sent me here to rescue you. If you know how to leave this place, I suggest you have it on standby"
This was his opportunity, Derek could hear the howling, and the chitter chatter of the folks upstairs. He had come to the conclusion that there was no way that he would escape this prison without them realizing or coming in contact with him, and he didn't like his chances of defeating his opponents. So he would have to offer them something, he would have never expected his offering to show himself like this. As the young African man entered the room and created what seemed to be a bubble around the man he had called Ranger. The young hero would do a number of things at the same time, for one, Derek would release two beams of light whilst phasing out of the chains surrounding his body (both done at high speed). The beams would be shot at the ground half a meter to either side of the young man (Derek would gauge the distance and positioning before he fired), enveloping him between two five meter explosions. Afterwards Derek would say, "My bad brotha, I can't let yall leave."
Name: Burning Blood • Moeruchi Quirk: Photokinesis/Light Embodiment Rank: D-B Experience Points: 80 Type: Supplementary/Defensive/Offensive Range: Self Damage: 2-4 DMG | +0.5 - +1 SPM Description: A more offensive variation of the original phasing technique. This technique can be used in the same manner as August Spirit, but in addition to the evasive and defensive capabilities of August Spirit, the user upon transforming their body to light, will also increase the intensity of said light. Their own body will be capable of burning and melting things upon contact. The user can use this technique throughout their entire body or a specific portion of their body, this technique is especially useful in close combat scenarios as they are capable of causing severe damage will completely ignoring enemy attacks. If the user utilizes a full body transformation it can be maintained for a maximum of three turns, however it can be deactivated at any time. The G rank version of this technique can be used a total of four times per battle, the B rank version can be used a total of three time per battle.
Note: Understand you cannot see, hear, smell or use any of your sense when transformed
Name: Split Lightning • Supurittoraitoningu x2 Quirk: Photokinesis/Light Embodiment Rank:D-B Experience Points:80 Type: Attack Range:Close-Long Range (15 meters) Damage:2-4 DMG | +.5 - +1 SPM Bonus = 4 + 1.5 = 5.5 * 2 = 11 Description:Split Lightning is a simple and powerful technique that can be used as a beam or a blast, the user will charge this light with high frequency energy. Upon coming in contact with physical entities these hard light beams, blasts and waves will combust into a five meter diameter explosion at the point of contact, capable of causing severe damage to those caught up in the explosion. The G rank version can be used four times per battle, while the B rank version can be used three times per battle.
In the Courtyard, most of the family members had consolidated to the very center at the table. Everyone was sitting, enjoying the food as breakfast was brought and served to them. At the very end, two chairs were empty. It was where Juliana Lucas (Mistress Soul) and Frank Lucas normally sat. Everyone was ready for them to come out, their presence always made the functions much more eventful.
As Breakfast carried on, several members could be seen at the table. Xuebei and Tony could be seen one end, patched up from surgery but refusing to miss family gatherings. Jamilla and a new member of the spy division. Also, three other powerhouses, that being Yorick, Zed and Mal.
It was at that moment that Frank made his entrance. He walked in from the West Wing He had a fresh clean fade, and wore an all-black suit and tie, dress to impress. He was impressing only himself, as he was a master of his craft, well disciplined and carried himself no lesser than that of Royalty. When he had Tony, he decided he would set an example of class and precision and never fall short of excellence. As he walked towards the table, everyone immediately stood at attention.
"I'm glad we all could make it. If it wasn't for everyone's hard work and dedication, he wouldn't be where we are today. The most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, hard work...family...never forgetting where we came from." He said as he took a seat, as everyone else took their seat following him. "We have been betrayed by our sister organization, fang, but we still accomplished everything we set out to do. We have captured Leona, and we also expanded our numbers!" He said as he began clapping for the new recruits, everyone cheering for Naomi, Gaunter, and Koren and sending positive energy their way.
As this happened, time slowed down for him. His perception seemed to be getting much weaker as the world began to distort for him.
"Julie...did we secure came-..." He began to ask to his wife before being cut off.
"There is an intruder in the treasure room and one of the prisoners have broken out." She said with a regretful tone in her voice
"An intruder? Who the fuck is it? Punks think they can steal from me?"
He replied angrily, gritting his teeth, his jaw muscles beginning to become visible as well as his veins bulging in his forehead. The years of anger management and therapy went out the window as he felt physically, spiritually and emotionally violated that someone would try to take anything from him. With a simple hand gesture, members of the W.A.R division all got up and began to leave the table, gesturing invites to the newcomers to test their loyalty as they marched to the inside of the first floor and down to the basement.
Initially simply waving to the applause of the other members as Frank welcomed Naomi, she felt something was…off, it was visible that Frank’s mood suddenly changed, as she watched several members suddenly rose up from their seats and started to make movements. Naomi noticed him gesturing as well for her to follow suite, in which she complies with as she excuses herself from the table. She would first run into the halls with the other members, but once she did – she would quickly turn into another direction as she come into a supply room on the floor. She would snap her finger and jump into the ground, appear on the other side in her dimension as she needed to keep her door entrance hidden as she dropped into the same supply room in her own world. Once she came out of it, she noticed continued to trail behind the other W.A.R faction members as she lingered unnoticed for the time being. “Time to prove my worth to big sis Jamilia!” she said to herself in a mocking voice, making fun of what she said before.
Flash Step Quirk: Portal Jump Rank: E Experience Points: 5 Type: Defense, Supplementary Range: Close Damage: N/A Description: Flash Step allows Naomi to quickly open a door near her, in which she moves from the current dimension and into her own personal dimension, allowing her to avoid attacks completely by shutting it closed after entering or as a means of travel by opening another door near by. She can remain in her dimension for as long as she needs as she can still observe the outside dimension. The doors size can be up to five meters wide though doesn't really need to be that big.
Drawbacks: Contributes to the overuse outlined in Beyond the Boundary.
Last Edit: May 28, 2018 5:16:12 GMT by Nightingale
Siyanne X, the baby of the Lucas Family but was without a doubt one of the strongest. As she left and began to investigate the treasure room, trying to find the source of the commotion. Meanwhile, in the prisoner room, Mistress X noticed the man escape and immediately cut the connection with Arthur. She had to report this to Frank. Although it may not be wise considering he was an in a good mood, Juliana would not withhold any information from her husband.
Siyanne continued looking around, noticing something was missing. Someone had been here and had stolen one of the artifacts. Just before anything else could be done, men brought down Leona, restraining her with Zel X's biokinetic energy.
"Oh, interesting. I have to babysit a Top Ten Hero as well..."
Siyanne said as she rolled her eyes. She grabbed Leona by the hair and dragged her across the floor as she walked back to the prison room. Hearing the commotion, she rushed forward to the prison room and noticed that almost everyone had broken free and that one of the men in the room was wearing the stolen artifact. Fang had somehow infiltrated their home dimension and sent someone to retrieve the ranger. Not only had they betrayed Lucas, but now they stole as well, this was Fang being childish.
"You all are going to die tonight!" She yelled as she tossed both Leona and the Dark Excalibur over to Arthur. Having pledged allegiance to Lucas, she felt she could somewhat trust him. Immediately every muscle in her body flexed as she faced the group of men who were no longer in chains, ready to fight.
Koren heard the commotion, and the rally to arm's, but made no indication of moving. The amount of people that had already ran down to investigate was already enough to cause a tsunami of people, and in all honesty, if all those people couldnt stop whatever was going on down there, Koren doubted he could stop them, but still, it wasn't good for a person with his ability to fight in a confined space, and he felt he should make it known to Frank. Walking over to wear the boss still stood, a vein in his head bulging, Koren bowed deep, realizing the anger could very well get him killed with what he was about to say.
Frank, my name is Koren. I'm not sure if Zel told you much about me, but my quirk, is ill suited for a fight in the basement of your fine mansion. If you would allow it, i would prefer to stand guard out here, where i can use my ability more affectivly, and cause minimal damage, as if i go down there, i worry i may cause too much collateral damage to your house, as seen here.
Still with he head down, Koren grabbed a simple piece of fruit off the table, inexpensive, and easy to smash. In his hand, the object shattered into hundreds of small pieces and fell to the ground. Still keeping his head down, Koren spoke again.
I will gladly head down into the basement if you ask me to, but as you see, this was only a very small scale use of my quirk, and, i'd like you to know, my quirk is highly unstable. I've yet to master it, and it regularly goes out of control and causes more damage than i intend, but if you wish me to, i will go down and fight with the rest.
Koren refused to look up, keeping his face down out of respect, until Frank responded
Post by Big News Gecko on May 28, 2018 15:53:13 GMT
The presence of the woman suddenly vanished. All those sensations and vibes of such a cosmic energy dissipated. The surrounding darkens once more, returning to the same decrepit area. In Arthur’s immediate field of vision was an adversary. The same unworldly creature that slain life in front of Arthur had seemed to travel to the same vicinity as the prince.
The prince immediately stood up, the sheets falling revealing nothing but boxer briefs and two prominent scars. One ran diagonally, from right to left, along his entire chest. The latest placed right where his lung would be, freshly healed yet permanently marked. Arthur’s hands balled into fist, wrath accumulating in the prince’s heart.
“You insolent piece of filth. I vowed if thy were to ever witness you again, I’ll slay you!”
As the prince uttered those words, the other individual held captive began to cause commotion. It was not that it garnered Arthur’s attention, rather the noise could be heard in the background. The prince was not deaf, but that situation might as well fell on deaf’s ears. The prince would take a step forward, intending to slaughter the creature – even without the holy sword.
That was when the woman known as Siyanne re-entered the room. She was in possession of the Mock Excalibur and Leona! What was Leona doing here? The stars were not aligning, which left the prince truly bewildered but that did not matter. Even if for a snap time of confusion, the wrath that swelled in Arthur was too intense to be smothered. That is when it seemed the mystics blessed the prince. Siyanne tossed the Mock Excalibur and Leona over to Arthur of all people.
Holding the mock sword generated an uncanny feeling. It felt natural yet very unfamiliar. As for Leona, Arthur merely said.
“My lady, I shall break you away from this mistreatment…just as soon as I slay this creature.”
Lady of the Lake's Sacrifice – The First Queen of Camelot and Wife to the First King of Camelot – Carfen, legends foretell that she was a mystic stripped of her divinity after falling for a mortal. As an expression of her love, she blessed Carfen’s sword Excalibur to become Holy in nature. Whenever the King wields the Holy Sword Excalibur, the connection is developed and its holiness enhances the wielder. This holiness is represented by the King acquiring any characteristics & traits that Excalibur owns.
Trial of Strength - Increases the Offensive Properties of the Holy Sword - Excalibur created centuries ago. This is Represented by Excalibur increasing any sword related strikes (+1 Damage) and the blade being capable of ignoring damage shaving capabilities.
Negative Zone - This version of Excalibur possesses a dark quality to it. Being from the negative zone, a parallel dimension to the real world, it possesses the same quality and powers as the original. The biggest difference is that it has been empowered by Mistress Soul. Instead of calling back the wills of the elder kings and their entire personality, it summons the worst traits of the kings and amplifies it. The darkest aspects of these kings, such as greed and hatred are so profound that the user becomes much malicious and evil. As a result, all techniques gain +0.5 DMG and reduce HP drawbacks by -0.5.
Range: 1.5 Meters | Hilt is 0.5 Meter - Blade is 1 Meter Damage: Infinite HP | 8 HP when vs another Sacred Treasure Description: Excalibur is a broadsword with a very wide blade. The grip has a dark swirly appearance to it, giving the appearance of a cosmic void. The cross guard has a hollow center and a sharp diamond shape with pointed edges that matches its pommel. The rain guard is adorned with jewels, that emenate with regality. The Holy Sword is important to the Pendragon Bloodline since its a Generational Relic of all Camelot Kings. More importantly, Excalibur hosts the Memories - Skills - and Knowledge of Every King before Arthur. The wielder can unlock and experience all of that with the quirk, "Séance".
Name: Holy Sword Excalibur is the Sacred Treasure Payment: 50,000 Gold
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