"If you couldn't beat the apex of what a red blood can be, what hope did you ever have of claiming the throne?"
Bardil Ghorne, moments before a fatal victory in the arena

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"If you couldn't beat the apex of what a red blood can be, what hope did you ever have of claiming the throne?"
Bardil Ghorne, moments before a fatal victory in the arena
Bad end for the Chaos foursome
Bardil had fallen early, lost to the rage that burned his blood like molten lead. His corpse now knelt, impaled to the ground below him by a multitude of spears. Yet the brute hadn’t quite died yet, and it was taking all the effort the soldiers wielding the spears had to keep him held down. The wounds were still trying to close, despite his heart having been destroyed.
Plajus seemed to have succumbed to some madness, howling with laughter as he reveled in some slaughter. Blood poured from a multitude of wounds he had sustained, and flew as still more were added by sustained weapons fire. It was only after he had finally reached the mass shooting at him that he collapsed, the massive cleavers he used as weapons clattering to the ground.
Hexres own magic was threatening to tear him apart, even as he attempted to rip the world asunder. Whatever the witch was doing was sending his magics haywire. A storm of sheer chaos surrounded the archmage, turning stone to soup, flesh withering and dying away only to reform again. It seemed she was just going to let him fizzle out while he ravaged the world around him.
Ndymon, ever the one for theatrics, sat perched on the throne. Lounging in the midst of what should have been a victory. All their efforts, gone to waste. Though it wouldn’t be all bad. After all, as they told the Empress who stalked towards them, fury burning in her eyes. “You may have won now. You main win again. but ever will chaos plague your worlds and your throne until this putrid Empire of yours is naught but rubble.”
♪♪ For all of the Chaos Crew
Bardil
One Against All - Amon Amarth
Jekyll and Hyde - 5FDP
Hexres
In the Dark of the Night - Anastasia (this version specifically)
Last Whisper - Pentakill
Plajus
The Plagues - Prince of Egypt (this version specifically)
Down With the Sickness - Disturbed
Ndymon
Beast and the Harlot - Avenged Sevenfold
Aquarius - Within Temptation
Bonus: Endless Forms Most Beautiful - Nightwish
to all lowbloods, what do you fear most?
I had to squint at my select but like. You chose the range that has the least trolls and also the wrong trolls to ask about fears.
Bardil could not be less afraid of anything. Like at all.
Likewise, his descendant Emilia is equally unafraid of things. She has her papa’s confidence.
And Geneve is dead. The only thing she’s remotely afraid of is her still living girlfriend dying.
Does Bardil keep a strict diet and training regimen to keep in perfect killing shape, or does he not really need it at this point?
He still very much maintains a super high protein diet and trains daily with his descendant.
❤✿☜ ☞∀☺☂ Bardil and one of the other chaos muses of ur choice bcuz ur using them atm
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?
Bardil isn’t particularly sensitive to touch things. Most contact sensations are dulled for him, though moreso with pain. There’s nowhere really special for him in terms of sensitivity other than the usual areas.
✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?
Of course he has. Emilia wouldn’t be around otherwise.
☜ : Does your muse like to top?☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?
Answering these together, he would prefer to bottom as it leads to less risk of hurting his partner. His strength is very easily underestimated and him shattering their hip is not and unlikely outcome.
∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?
Sex in general isn’t really his thing? He doesn’t have a favourite
☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?
Is ‘Not’ and answer?
☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?
He’s got REALLY good stamina. The better part of an hour on an off day.
Indifference and Sorrow for the whole chaos crew
Indifference: Oddly they all express their indifference very similarly. They won’t even give you the luxury of them looking at you if you’re trying to get their attention. They’ll just look anywhere else and won’t even react if you try touching them for that attention. They’re all fickle creatures.
Emilia is slightly different in that she’s less subtle. She will visibly be trying to pay attention to anything else.
Sorrow:
Ndymon’s expression will be incredibly neutral and they will grow a little lethargic for a time. They tend to get over it pretty quickly though and grow annoyed when people question why they don’t feel it.
Hexres is... honestly incapable when it comes to most emotions.
Plajus with slump his shoulders and look very thoughtful for a little while, but once they process whatever caused it they’re back to their usual state.
Bardil actually will like. Shut down. The best example is when he spent a week just kind of sitting around, not doing anything, while he came to terms with the loss of his then matesprit. There was a lot of holding his head in his hand with his elbows on his knees, lack of appetite and generally just being a lump.
Emilia openly cries. Like... 0.5 seconds after the emotion is triggered. She’ll take the nearest person and sort of latch onto them. But her grip is potentially dangerous because she still doesn’t quite recognize her own strength. Being around her like this can be lethal, but she doesn’t recover well from it on her own so she kind of needs someone.
♪♪♪♪ for Veywen, Bardil aannd Scalos
Bardil
Boots and Blood
Got Your Six
The Way of Vikings
Everything Evil
Scalos
Circle
Sacred Worlds
Lightbringer
Blood of Bannockburn
Veywen
Sahara
Eye of the Storm
Coming Home
Master of Puppets