Adding in a whole bunch of mercs woah boi!
One of these ultimate mercs is going to replace joseph's merc!
Once this is done I can just edit stuff in if you all are okay with that!
Profile here
Digimon Name: Sepulchure
Nickname: Sep
Default Form: Leucrotamon
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Skills/Talents:
Hunter: To survive in this world, to make your own mark you must survive. You must eat. You must track and hunt. To that end Sepulchure can track anyone, track anything. Nothing gets outside of his territory or in it without him knowing it. He may not hunt you now... but someday his nose will find your scent again and he will find you once more.
Inventory:-Varies from time to time, small things. Trinkets and gentle reminders of who he could of been.
Personality:
Loyal: To a T. Sepulchure knows who he wishes to follow, who is strong and who is right. They claim his loyalty as their own and nothing will ever change that. Not death. Not anything. They have earned his trust and earned his time. He may not speak. He may not say much. But his burning eyes and stoic visage will forever look at the back that they have chosen to spend the rest of their life with.
Vicious: Unchained. Ravenous. They are deadly and continual. Outright without control. He sets into those that he has deigned enemies or those that he has been told are his enemies with reckless abandon. His life for theirs, his fight to the death. His jaws and teeth at their throat. Their data spilled and sent back to the village.
Dark: His few words as rare as they are... only give into the terrible truth of this being. A feral monster that is beyond saving yet... Every darkness has a light they follow. His humour and his methods may be beyond reckoning and beyond the understanding of others. But there's a purity here that many cannot understand. Why has he chosen to follow her? Why has he set foot behind this wolf? Perhaps you shall ask and perhaps you shall get the answer. But first... like everyone. You must prove yourself to him.
Zealous: Sepulchure believes firmly in a cause. In a right. In a way to do things. In this world there are few that can act and fewer in that realm that can act properly. He has chosen and chosen well on whom he shall follow. Always staying in the dark. Always willing to step in. But his time never came and his patience is forever rewarded in the blood that was spilt. His blood or hers. The enemies he watched and the enemies he slew... was always for her.
Personal History:
Sepulchure was born to the village in such a way that left the swanmon wanting. In such a way that the children cried out, that he was cast away without even looking for a home. Without even giving him a chance to grow. His body and its strength were beyond what they could do. His size, his speed, his dark visage was one that tore that place apart.
Yet it kept him close, it was the only thing he knew. Until they came. Until there was a single being that the cities three look to take. A being of such pure power that he couldn't stop looking. That he couldn't stop wondering what she had done to garner such attention while he was cast in the dark.
So he waited. So he followed. So he learned who she was and who she could be. He thought about it in a way. His own story and his own wants. His own desires. He left the world behind in this want and in this lust for his own life.
But it was hollow. But it didn't satisfy him. In fact it drove him further and further into insanity. It drove his lust for carnage and lust for battle to further heights. Until such a time it was all he could do. All he could remember. All that he was and all that he would ever be. It was nothing to him; this world. This crushing despair of a place.
It was his home. But they took it from him. It was his calling but they culled it from his bones the moment they cast it away from him. They told him time and time again that he was nothing and that none would ever care for him.
But there was that false hope they were wrong. The falseness of the light that he chased after for so long. His crushing defeats of the light that were sent to snuff him out.
Up until one day the one he sought and the one he followed stepped in front of him. Until she reached out; not in fear and not in a desire to stop him. But in the desire to hold his head, to ask him what had happened. There was a gentle soul deep within the warrior that this world had looked to before time and time again. A deep gentleness that soothed his viciousness; that tore his logic apart.
This world and it's beings were not pure enough to receive this blessing; this person that would do them no wrong. That would fight their battles for them. That would destroy the enemies that they feared the most. He saw it in her eyes, he saw it in the way she kept herself. It was endearing, it was mesmerizing. It was everything he had ever wanted.
His desires and his wants were hers. He held no love for the world but he couldn't move because of her purity. Her love for the place that they held. It was eye opening. It hurt to think about it. She asked him what he would do if left be. He didn't know. He didn't know what he wanted.
He just knew that he wanted to be by her side as long as she would let him. A laugh followed suit and there was much chatter between them. The gentleness that she held close to her heart was something that warmed his cold one. He swore on that eve that he would protect her through thick and thin.
That he would never let her go another place without his watchful eye. She laughed again and told him that she would hold him to it. That he would have his chance a thousand times over. That he always had warmth but never knew. He didn't understand what she meant. She told him of a place, a place he could go. A place he could wait for her.
So he went to this place. This place above the land, this watchful tower. And he waited. Sitting. Patiently for her. Unmoving, unwavering. Until he felt her signal again...
DIGIMON'S INITIAL EVOLUTION LINE
UltimateSpecies: Leucrotamon
Appearance:
Credit to garm for the design!
Height: 10 Feet at the shoulder
Attribute: Data
Family/ies: Nightmare Soldiers
Type: Bewitching beast
Fighting Style:
Abilities: [7 Abilities Max]
Thick Hide: This digimon has a naturally thick fur and hide. Reducing damage from all physical sources by 10%.
Bleed: This digimon's attacks are painful any attack it makes [named attack or otherwise] leave a bleed effect that lasts for three posts. It does not refresh the bleed if it strikes during it. Deals light damage per turn.
Tragedy Snare: Using it's mane of hair this digimon is capable of entangling a single enemy within 100 feet of itself. Binding them and restricting their movement for a post. They are still able to attack during this post. Two post cooldown.
Pyre Vortex: This digimon's tail splits open and attempts to swallow an enemy whole. Burning them with it's hellfire and dealing crushing damage all the while. Inside of the creature they find their body tormented by the duality of this damage for as long as they stay in it. The longest an enemy can stay within the tail is three posts. They can still move and still attack while within this tail albeit the former of the two is fairly restricted to inside the tail lest they break out. Three post cooldown. Medium damage per turn.
Hollow Whisper: This digimon amplifies the voices coming from it's mouths. It uses these voices to weaken the will of a single target within 150 feet of it. Increasing the cooldown of their next ability by 1 to 3 depending on the base cooldown. [Lower the cooldown, lower the increase. Higher the cooldown. Higher the increase]. Deals no damage. Three post cooldown.
A thousand voices: This digimon amplifies it's voices to make a long and powerful sonic attack that rotates along with a cone of fire breathed out from it's gullet. Dealing 50% sonic and 50% fire damage to a foe. This hellfire combination deals high damage and has a three post cooldown.
Hellgate: This digimon screams out, calling to the forces beyond. It's capable of summoning a clone of itself that is capable of all the same abilities save this one for three posts. Once Per thread.
Digimon Name: Lux
Default Form: Cornixmon
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral
Skills/Talents:
Assassin: Unsurprisingly Lux used to be an assassin in a past life. Or rather... a self imposed one. He learned all the tools of the trade through his own savage practices and ended up being quite good at it. Though he tends to avoid doing so now, there's always that urge to get back into it. He prefers to use his skills now as more of a bodyguard than anything...
Cook: After being reborn Lux needed something constructive, something he could do for himself and others. He learned how to cut meat at first and found that he enjoyed the smell of it cooking. So he picked up more and more from those that were willing to teach him!
Inventory:-Changes very little, he tends to keep things light. A few water bottles and some jerky.
Personality:
Quiet: Lux was always... a touch quiet before but after his rebirth and adoption by Silence he's ended up being quite... Well. He's stayed to himself quite often and doesn't travel much unless he's taken with silence. Keeping in their shared home and generally just avoiding his other 'siblings' Lux tends to be a bit of a loner type... Until silence comes back home. Then he's a chatty kathy!
Curious: A world that he didn't understand before and always thought was out to get him eventually turned into something completely different. With the gentle guiding hand of his adopted mother he... well he wanted to know more. Know what was beyond the veil of his old hatred. Something he barely understood now. Something he felt that if he continued he could learn about! While no where as curious as his older sister holly... he still was very curious!
Awkward: Never one for social encounters Lux doesn't really know how to handle himself too well. When under the spotlight he tends to get nervous and quail a bit. Opting to hide behind his mother or something that is larger than himself so that he isn't seen by the ones that he feels are judging him... Although in a fight this seems to vanish entirely for some reason!
Personal History:
Before he met silence on the moon Lux wandered the world, taking life for granted and taking life from others. Enjoying the taste and the cruelty. It was a harsh time for him; as he had been cast out of everywhere he had ever tried to fit in and had never really gotten a chance to live.
It turned him cruel and it made him far more savage than anyone could have known. This eventually came back to bite him when he attacked the moon-base of terminus. Where a wolfen warrior almost outright slew him.
When he reformed he found himself under a caring hand. A hand that didn't waiver, didn't send him away. Allowed him to grow and experience the world. One that didn't mind taking him along and one that was always smiling for him. She taught him the rights and wrongs, the way to fight, how to do things. He grew with her. Loving the attention and loving her like a son should.
When he felt he was old enough he'd ask her if he could travel with her long term. If she would be willing to teach him more. She laughed at that and he was sad. But... She gave him a right slap on the back and said she wouldn't have it any other way!
That made him happy. Happier than he could ever express. Maybe... Maybe he could express it. Maybe it was okay to let the world in and maybe it was okay to smile for them too... Though just for now she'd be the only one to see that smile!
DIGIMON'S INITIAL EVOLUTION LINE
UltimateSpecies: Cornixmon
Appearance:
Credit to garm for the design!
Height: 7'0
Attribute: Virus
Family/ies: Nightmare Soliders
Type: Bird Man
Fighting Style: TBD
Abilities: [7 Abilities Max]
Increasing the Pressure: For every post this Digimon is able to inflict direct damage (not by anything like traps or poison), he gets a 5% boost to his attack and 2.5% to accuracy, up to a total of +50% between Attack and Accuracy. However, if he cannot successfully deal damage that post, his attack and accuracy decreases by -5%. This cannot go below 0%, however.
Chronicle Gear: Slashes at and stabs the opponent with his daggers. When the serrated edges strike a surface, they generate energy akin to a gear’s teeth scraping against that surface, increasing their sawing ability. He can use them either up close, or throw them at the enemy like a boomerang, returning them to him without much issue. (1 post cooldown)
Discordant Ensemble: Shakes his tail violently, creating a harsh metallic dissonance that appears to originate from all directions. Does damage to all listeners, and for one post, all Digimon hearing this attack will not be allowed to use named abilities in their next post. (3 post cooldown)
Poison Cleave: Laces his daggers with poison before stabbing the opponent. Upon contact, opponents suffer poison damage for the next 2 posts, losing 15% of their current health every post. (2 post cooldown)
Chaos Railing: Throws out 6 hooks from his hands (3 on each side), which are attached to almost invisible metallic threads. These threads are attached to him at all times, and as the hooks themselves deal damage to the opponent at high speeds, their real benefit is binding the opponent, keeping them stuck in place for the post. However, while they can still attack, they are left at his mercy. (2 post cooldown)
Drain Thief: Stabs his enemies directly where their DigiCore is located with his tail, absorbing some of their data to heal himself. Does damage to the opponent and restores half of that damage inflicted back onto himself. A precise, and dangerous attack. (2 post cooldown)
Final Banquet: Having learnt the opponent’s strengths and weaknesses, this Digimon aims for what he finds to be the opponent’s weakpoint to strike them. With his daggers, he aims for a good weak spot on the Digimon’s body and stabs them there. For the rest of the battle, without significant healing, that Digimon’s body part has now been severely weakened, unable to even lit a mere rusty blade, for the rest of the thread. Of course, there’s nothing stopping this feathered fiend for aiming for the Digicore… (once per thread)
Digimon Name: Rahhoul
Default Form: Tyrfingmon
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Good
Skills/Talents:
Soldier: File and rank, the battles that he fought. The people he fought with and the people he fought against. He learned everything from them, the way that the world worked. He is everything you would expect a soldier to be and more.
Scholor: He had to pass the time between battles somehow, and a book was often the easiest to lose himself in. So he learned, so he studied. So he questioned and he wondered... What life would be like without a war. Without a constant battle. Was peace something they could ever know? Or was it all for nought? He questioned this and other things time and time again...
Inventory:-Fairly standard for a luminas soldier. Rations, bedrolls and the ilk. A surprising amount of water too...
Personality:
Honorable: Rahhoul is not the sort of mon you would expect trickery from, he's far too honorable for it. He would rather fight you mon to mon than stab you in the back. The same goes for his words. It hurts his pride to have to use such methods as well. He generally refuses to partake in the more... rogueish adventures and would much rather just fight someone than try to maneuver them in a position where they'd have an unfair advantage for either side. His favorite thing to do is usually duel people for fun too!
Kind: Rahhoul surprisingly for a soldier is outrageously kind. He's the sort to help out those in need, give them what they need, and find out what to do for them in the future. It's quite a way of going about things and he would consistently get in trouble while he was in service for being too kind to prisoners or individuals that were to receive punishments for their actions.
Gentle: He has seen much death, he has seen many friends go. It has hurt hime very bit of the way. Every moment and every time that has come from it. He doesn't honestly know what to do with some people and his touch is so restrained that you'd wonder if he was wearing armor at all. He avoids stepping on flowers, bugs, breaking trees or killing wildlife during battle needlessly. He will go out of his way to help those in need and help them after the fact.
Proud: Rahhoul is a rather proud individual. From his service to the deeds he's done. There's not many that he can think of that he hasn't liked doing or liked helping. There are many more still that he wished to act on and he will gladly recant what he has done to others were they to take the time to listen!
Personal History:
His start. Like many was in the light. Was in the city of purity thousands of years ago. He saw it through thick and thin. Through wars of time and atrocity. Of times where the city was almost lain low. But through all of that he had never seen such corruption.
Such a beautiful place besmirched by the fact that they were the angels of the city of luminas. That their light was the true guiding source of the world. That they without a doubt were in the right; that every cause they made and every cause they followed was just. This twisted and horrid thing was not his city. Not what he wanted. Not what he desired. He helped with the coup only because he wished to see it grow. But he knew that he was one of the old. One of the ones that could have been a problem for the others. Why keep him around if he may present the same issues.
He said his goodbyes with a tearful visage; leaving behind everything that he had ever known. Ever would have known. This being and this creature had never stepped outside of the walls of luminas.
Until that day.
Until he strode down from the light and kept his head held high; until the day that he slept and stared up at the stars upon the mud. Through the trees and their wistful sighs. Through the light of his own body he saw that of the future.
That future he would never be apart of again. It made him sad. It made him wander. He had no purpose anymore. Not until he saw something that he wasn't sure exactly. A being made of pure white fur. Clad in armor not unlike his own fighting against beings of darkness and anger. But for what end he mused? Would this struggle end with the warrior falling to darkness much like tales told time and time again?
He wasn't sure if he wanted to watch but he was entranced by the way she fought. The way her form flowed; it was pure. It was something that moved his heart. He felt his core call out to her; his want and desires shifting to help. He pushed himself; his weakened state likely not being of any use.
A blow that he couldn't have seen came to him; only to be blocked by the warrior. The knight pushed that strike away and helped him back to his feet. Both in physical and mental states. He looked upon her and breathed out a single question. A single word.
"Who?"Silence was all that he was given and silence was his answer. He knew of the warrior that came before and the warrior that came after. Luminas had always kept an eye on her after she broke free of her shackles of that inn. Never making a move until such a time as they needed to. Her blade danced in the light of the moon and the forces she fought eventually fell one by one. He watched her the entire time; wondering to himself if he should help. If he should stand with her. But he was unable to move.
At the end she was victorious. The darkness had been beaten back and the people behind her were safe at last. He'd approach and they would converse. Her silence vanishing and her proud and loud nature made itself obvious. She'd talk with him as they guided the people to safety. To whitewater.
At the gates she was ready to bid him farewell but... He had to ask where she was going. All she could do was chuckle.
"Why the future of course. Coming?"He would never regret taking that step alongside her.
DIGIMON'S INITIAL EVOLUTION LINE
MegaSpecies: Tyrfingmon
Appearance:
Credit to garm for the design!
Height: 10 Feet at the shoulder
Attribute: Virus
Family/ies: Metal Empire, Nightmare Soldiers, Virus Busters
Type: Weapon
Fighting Style:
Abilities: [9 Abilities Max]
Armored|Combat Passive: This digimon takes reduced damage from all sources but is much slower as a result.
Bladed Wit|Combat Passive: This digimon may make a second basic attack or named attack every four posts. The second attack itself is 75% weaker than the first. This digimon may not use OPT with this ability.
Garðaríki Fort: This digimon spreads it's armor plates out forming a small barrier that nullifies a single attack of it's level. It's most effective from the front and suffers harsh drops in defense if attacked from the sides or behind where it's completely useless. Two post cooldown.
Empress Order: This digimon shrouds it's tail in dark energy before making a high powered slash at a single target. One post cooldown.
Myrkviðr: This digimon lets out a roar and sends out a wave of darkness from itself that consumes the surroundings of the field [within 500 feet of itself]. Causing it's opponant(s) to lose their vision in the affected area. It may make attacks with this darkness in the form of great spikes within this range but may not move while the darkness is in effect. Were it to do so the effect would end immediately. Two post duration. Five post cooldown.
Howl of the Abyss: This digimon howls out and draws in dark energy. It may shoot this energy out in either a cone or a straight line dealing heavy damage to all in it's path. Three post cooldown. High damage.
Fortitude: This digimon is capable of restoring another's health in sacrifice of it's own. It may sacrifice up to 50% of it's current health for the other. Once per thread.
Darkness prevails: This digimon calls in darkness from around it, pulling in those that stand too close and after a post of doing so lets loose this darkness in a barrage of slender needle like spikes. One post charge. Three post cooldown. Two hundred foot range.
Essence of the Companion: In combat this digimon is capable of choosing one person at the start as who they will take a portion of damage from. Reducing all damage that this individual takes by 25% and redirecting it to them. Once per thread and the companion must stay within 500 feet.
Empower: This digimon is capable of empowering a friend or foe, giving them heightened combat prowess for two posts. Increasing their defense, attack, and speed by 10% each. In exchange this digimon's own prowess suffers for the two posts. Three post cooldown.
Digimon Name: Ish'Vardul
Default Form: Völundmon Forge Mode
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Good
Skills/Talents:
Weaponmaster: There's not a weapon he doesn't know! Not a blade nor device he can't wield to it's fullest potential! It takes just a few moments or a few swings for him to get into the groove of something. From understanding it's natural balance to the most effective way to employ something... He's quite the prodigy in this art!
Forge master: Most of his weapons or his designs come from the sameish place. His noggin! Sure he might have a lot of things borrowed from elsewhere but that's just half the fun!
Trainer: It's actually funny how he became this one. It's also part of the reason he's decided to work with silence! Ever since signing up to train people at the terminus coliseum Ish'Vardul has always been really gun ho about it! From the weakest to the strongest everyone can improve and he knows he's no different! Maybe someday he'll be able to train the best from the worst!
Inventory:-it varies from time to time, but it really depends on where he's at. If he's out and about he's more likely to carry food and water than if he's at home! While at home he'll tend to be working on the next best thing!
Personality:
Loud: Ish'Vardul is fairly loud, not as loud as some others per say but if you were around him you'd definitely notice him very quickly! The mon doesn't have a problem voicing his opinion and will yell to get his voice to be heard!
Cheerful: Ish'Vardul is a cheerful bastard, so much so that it's hard to knock him down even in the worst of times! This tends to grind on people's nerves a lot but it's part of the reason that he's so god damn quick to warm up to people.
Intelligent: Ish'Vardul is a rather intelligent fellow. One that given time will solve many puzzles, place many things and do much with his life. He addresses things with solutions and presents unique ways to solve problems. He's fairly quick on the uptake and doesn't mind getting his hands dirty.
Charming: Suffice to say, Ish'Vardul has a certain way with words and posture that makes it hard to dislike him. He's quick to warm up to people and that makes the difference in this world. They're quick to warm up to him too! He tends to keep this in check during battle but it can slip out from time to time!
Personal History:
For Ish'Vardul luminas was everything, everywhere and everyplace. It was where he wanted to be and where he wanted to go. Where he saw the light and the sort of thing he thought he could endorse fully. But when he eventually got there, when he eventually stepped into their light he found it rather wanting.
The hatred, the sour looks, the way people stared down at him from behind their noses or glasses... It was something that made it hard to feel like he belonged and he spent so long trying to fit in that it eventually started to hurt his own way of life. Suffice to say he felt trapped there; like he would never get out.
His life was rotating making things for the angels and training them in war-craft for so long that he almost forgot what it felt like to get out of the city. To perform outside of where they wanted him. Until he found a way to get out of the city without making anyone miss him.
When another forge-master vanished he did the same. He knew that the other would eventually come back but he wanted no life like that. He didn't want to serve the angels like that when they seemed so focused on the wrong things. Even with the coup and even with the change of leadership he just felt so out of place.
So he signed up to train people in the terminus coliseum. A place where everyone felt accepted and he could fight, train live and love however he wanted! It's when he ran into her. This... Silence. She was just like him, if not a bit younger if not a bit more brash and arrogant. She taught him so many things, so many different styles. Every time they fought he could never best her. He could never be the one standing tall over her with the sword gently pressed against her throat.
He always looked up to her. Always wondered what went on past that visage of pride and proud arrogance. That toothy smile and the way she went about things. It was something he wanted to understand. Why was she here when she was so much more powerful than many of the trainers? What did she have to gain? The next time that they fought it was almost an equal match... But then she left for a time.
He didn't know what happened to her. Didn't know what happened to those that were already with her either. He knew she had people or at least thought she did. But the next time she came around? She was so astronomically out of his depth that all it took was a single movement for him to lose. For his entire world to be turned upside down and for him to be laying on his back dazed from it all. She had found his weakness in his stances and it happened time and time again. Until he demanded to know how she did that. How she improved so much.
"The world isn't just the cities and it's people aren't always behind walls."It was a strange sense of wisdom from her that Ish'Vardul didn't understand but he asked of her what he should do. She could have told him what he could do or what he should do... But instead she simply extended her hand and asked him to come with her. That there was a world that needed saving.
He took that hand, gave it a shake and that was the start of it all.
DIGIMON'S INITIAL EVOLUTION LINE
MegaSpecies: Völundmon Forge Mode
Appearance:
Credit to garm for the design!
Height: 8 feet
Attribute: Vaccine
Family/ies: Nature Spirits, Metal empire
Type: Beast Man
Fighting Style:
Abilities: [9 Abilities Max]
Tuned|Combat Passive: For every weapon in it's possession this digimon deals a small bit of extra damage. Though this caps out at 30% at six weapons[5% per weapon]. Breaking it's weapons are the only real way to get rid of this passive.
Untuned|Combat Passive: For each weapon that is not in it's possession this digimon's defense increases by a small amount [5% per weapon] and caps at having no weapons for a whooping 30% increase to defense.
Fierce|Combat Passive: This digimon is rather hellish to fight against. If it was to be brought down by an attack, it is instead capable of healing itself back up to 25%. It will not go easy and silently. It will continue to fight even if it's body and weapons are broken. Once per thread.
Blitzen Assault: Grabbing some of the weapons on it's back this digimon makes a quick barrage of attacks dealing a High amount of damage to a single target within melee range. One post cooldown.
Comet-speed Crafting: This digimon is capable of forging weapons out of it's data. Allowing it to quickly craft weapons in the midst of battle, repairing damaged or outright broken weapons in a flash. Takes a post to repair a weapon or craft it out of data. Three post cooldown.
Song of Sigmund: Using it's weapons this digimon calls upon a blizzard which deals a large amount of damage in a large AOE centered on itself. The blizzard's hail and snow seem shaped like weapons and can tear through armor or damage resistance like it's nothing! Five post cooldown. One post duration.
Ancient Wonders: This digimon is capable of calling upon a small fraction of ancient and legendary weapons power. Though it seems to prefer those of Asgard over all else. It may choose an element and weapon to suit it's need and may summon it for a short duration. Ranged, melee... it doesn't matter. Three post duration. Three post cooldown.
Wheel of Asgard: This digimon takes a moment to put all of it's weapons in a great wheel. Throwing it forward in a giant motion to crush, slash and gore it's target. Deals high damage in a rolling 200 foot line. Five post cooldown.
Mistilteinn: This digimon is capable of calling upon a single weapon. It's magnum opus, the dreaded and powerful weapon of it's higher form. It's energies are that that would tear it asunder. For each post that this weapon is out [up to three] it takes 10% of it's total current health as unblock able and unmitigated damage. But it is able to make highly powerful attacks at any range. It must be able to see a target or have knowledge of where the target is to make an attack. Once per thread.
Super MegaSpecies: Völundmon War Mode
Appearance:
Credit to garm for the design!
Height: 15 feet
Attribute: Vaccine
Family/ies: Virus Busters, Metal empire
Type: Beast knight
Fighting Style:
Abilities: [10 Abilities Max]
Overlord|Combat Passive: This digimon cannot be affected by CC in the usual way. Were it be affected by crowd control effects it instead is dealt more damage by a single step.
Forgotten Ways|Combat passive: This digimon slowly builds up a defensive barrier around itself reducing incoming damage by 5%. Every round it does take damage this increases while every round it does not take damage it decreases by 10%. Capping out at 30% damage.
Fierce|Combat Passive: This digimon is rather hellish to fight against. If it was to be brought down by an attack, it is instead capable of healing itself back up to 25%. It will not go easy and silently. It will continue to fight even if it's body and weapons are broken. Once per thread.
Canter: This digimon is capable of moving at incredible speeds and takes very little time to work up to that movement threshold. After taking a post to move around it's next melee attack is empowered. Raising it's damage to that of a attack with a three post cooldown. [Amusingly this can only trigger every three posts]
Fimbulwinter: This digimon calls upon a huge blizzard that freezes the very air around it. Raining down arrows of ice from the sky onto the battlefield. Dealing damage to all those it deems as a foe. Three post cooldown. One post duration.
Valhalla Slayer: This digimon is capable using it's blade [So dubbed Mistilteinn] to unleash a a holy elemental attack at a target. Dealing a high amount of single target damage. This blade can take many forms, such as a pole-arm, whip or even a two handed blade. Two post cooldown.
Heiligdonner: Separating it's blades from it's weapon this digimon can surround an opponent and create an electric field that electrocutes anything within the radius that the blades surround. Up to 50 feet radius. Three post cooldown. High area of effect damage.
Field of Blades: This digimon is capable of summoning up a field of blades that encompasses the battle field. Within it any and all that employ melee attacks [regardless of friend or foe] will find that they hit harder. Albeit it's difficult to think about anything than fighting while in this field of blades. One hundred foot radius centered on Ish'Vardul. Three post duration. Five post cooldown.
Eternal Life: This digimon is capable of granting someone on death's doorstep the gift of life. He can completely revitalize an individual from a crippled state. However they
must be near this state if this ability is to work as it cannot be used more than once a thread.
The Final Spear: This digimon harnesses the power of their form in order to make one devastating blow that utterly destroys their weapon. Rending their own form in twain and making the host digimon unable to do much than watch from the ground as their spear wreaks havoc on the one that they just used it on. It deals severe damage to a single target, blasting them apart and drilling into them at the same time. Once per thread.
Digivolves From: Ish'Vardul[Völundmon Forge mode] + Rahhoul[Tyrfingmon]