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Post by zearea on May 4, 2017 9:46:52 GMT 2
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ashlia, The Hermit]
The relief from the Hermit's confirmation that clothes would be provided was short lived, my ears visibly drooping when his features shifted to a serious expression. I felt abruptly admonished, and rightly so too, seeing in his words my recklessness. However, somewhere within myself I baulked, impatience marring my also shamed features, but it quickly fizzled out and I lowered my gaze to the sheets, ears flickering. "Shadow did not impart much about the Rune Galdar." I admitted more slowly, "I am aware he loathes it, and that it involves runes. It is responsible for his wife's condition, other then that, nothing." Lifting my chin, I peer into his elderly face and frowned. "Merona knows how to use it too and she spoke to the dwarf, doesn't this make her an enemy?"
Thinking about it, I felt even more uncomfortable being in the princess's room, let alone the castle or the city. Arms tightening around the blankets protecting my modesty, I glanced toward the door, tendrils of brightly coloured aura reaching out before snapping back, remembering all of a sudden the seething molten silver barrier. I sighed, turning back, "Yet you speak with her as if you are old friends. This net of connections is so complex." Bewilderment touched my tone, my gaze on his quizzical.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on May 6, 2017 6:30:51 GMT 2
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
SoulFlame watched Rowan as she began to feel out her chimeran form.(that probably isn't a word, but whatever) He found it somewhat interesting to see her get used to the form, which seemed to him that she was somewhat alien to.
As she began to look at the technology, SoulFlamr began to answer her 3 questions. "We did not make this technology. In all actuality, we are unable to make anything like this. We are not a race that finds it easy to create something like 'technology', after all, we are a purely magical race, to the point that even our personalities and memories are made of nothing more than magic.
"As for who made the technology, we ate not exactly sure. We refer to them as 'the ancients'. This technology has been here for longer than any of us elementals. Even I, the oldest elemental, having lived for over a million years have only ever seen the insides of these walls, and the only other living things I have been able to interact with have either been elementals, or they showed up in a similar manner to yourself. None of the other visitors have recognized this technology either, but the last one that appeared was over thirty five thousand years ago.
"As for how we came to be here, no one knows. As I said a moment ago, I have been inside these walls for as long as my memory has existed. My thoughts are that we first came into being here, but we have no proof, nor do we have any way to find out."
The technology that is present in the room is mostly set up to be similar to what one would find in a sci-fi film set on a space ship. Each chair in the room was surrounded by surfaces that seemed to be screens that have lain dormant for eons. A layer of dust is even present on these surfaces, extremely thick, and extremely old. Weird can be seen running into the floor and along a much wirechase set in the flooring, leading under the wall behind the throne of SoulFlame. Other than the wires and the odd surfaces, nothing else stands out.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on May 15, 2017 7:35:32 GMT 2
[? ? ?]
Darkness. All I can see is darkness. Nothingness, the absence of life and light, yet something moves around me. My eyes burn in flickering green flames that shed light, yet the light does nothing, as if it never existed. I raise my head to look around and see if I can get any semblance of where I am, or what is happening around me. I try to make a sound, yet I hear nothing in return.
This place is definitely odd. I try to open the Shadow Realm, only to suffer immense pain, debilitating even to me. This pain is from being unable to connect to the Shadow Realm itself, although I am the physical embodiment of the Shadow Realm.
I see something move once more in the lightless, soundless dark nothingness. Well, not so much see, as instinctively know. Even my eyes cannot penetrate this odd space. I know not what is around me, I know not what is moving, I know not how I came here, I know not why I am in this predicament. I am the creator of all, how can I suffer something like this? These things constantly swirl through my mind before a thought comes upon me. Maybe everything has finally ended. Maybe this is what comes after Death takes one's soul... Then again, how can that be? My Mind, Body, and Soul are separated from each other. So the fact that I have awareness here means that my soul is not here, which means I am not in Pokol, since I cannot be placed there to begin with without my Mind and Soul clashing, which is something I would be able to tell.
Something moves once more, closer to me. I have to get out of here. I do not have time to be leisurely here. I try to move, standing up. I feel as if I am bound, but I can tell I am not physically bound in the least. Something is strange here. I slowly trod forward, each step excruciating, pain throbbing out from my chest in such a way as I have never experienced before. The darkness tries to suppress me, pressure building against my movements as if I am trying to walk in the most viscous substance ever created. I feel as if my very existence is being whittled away slowly as I move. I cannot give up. I can never give up, not until my wife rests in my arms in her entirety once more, and that is not what I am experiencing, therefore I have to continue.
A glint appears in my eyes as they begin to flicker with a crimson highlight within the green flames. I can feel it. The madness that I have been able to suppress for countless millennia since I was able to bring my wife back from her eternal slumber. The madness that not only invaded me when I lost her, but devoured me whole. I cannot be without her, I cannot stay here, I cannot leave her, I must return to her side. Nothing will stop me. Nothing can stop me. I am that which is, I am that which is not. I am everything, I am nothing. I am everywhere, I am nowhere. I, am The Shadow of Death. I cannot lose to something so trivial as nothingness, for I am the one that created nothingness. I must press forward, I must return. Even if I do not have all of my resources, I am The Shadow of Death, I must be able to do something, lest my very existence be a mistake...
Ice blue flames surrounded me as an otherworldly howling echoed around me in force, shearing away the influence of the nothingness around me, allowing sound to exist once more. A ghastly white flame that seemed as if it was not even in existence crawled across my being, burning my very existence as it mixed in with the ice blue flames. Once the two flames combined, they blossomed outward with only one goal, to deny the existence of the nothingness. Light once again appeared in my surroundings as I found my way forward, following a narrow path that led upwards. It seemed like a cave, but even so, my feelings were not quite right here. A deep crimson flame poured out of my eye sockets like magma, liquid, viscous, with physical properties similar to blood. These flames covered my skeletal body, as if to reconstruct what had been missing for so many eons. As I reconstituted my original body on top of the skeletal frame that I usually use, I noticed something. I could physically feel again.
As soon as I could feel, I found out why I could not use the Shadow Realm. I had a gaping hole in my torso, it was about 8 inches long, and an inch wide, tapered at the top and bottom to a point. This was a problem. It was about this time that I realized it wasn't my only problem, as I found the edge of the cave.
What I met at the mouth of that cave was a frozen wasteland. One that no mortal race could survive in for more than a dozen seconds before their body began to shut down. This wasteland I was very familiar with, especially with the two suns in the sky. I was on Linwyce. An artificially made planet crafted by a certain race of dwarves in order to leave their dead planet.
This was going to be interesting.
[Somewhere on Zyarc]
A woman dressed in black appeared out of thin air, followed by a conspicuous black animal that felt like a walking calamity. The woman was clearly in a bad mood as sparks came into existence in her surroundings, as metal against metal would cause, with nothing more than the air around her and her atmosphere. Her eyes held a dangerous light, and they were dead set at a large city not too far distant. She began laughing, merely a chuckle at first, before becoming ground shaking moments later. Madness seeped out from her surroundings, turning even the grass beneath her feet into monsters after being infected by her aura. She began to slowly, very slowly, walk forward, as if she had all the time on the world. As everything in her surroundings became monsterous, they began following her, as if she were their queen. Slowly, ever so slowly, they made their way to the city.
[Malagarm: Ash, The Hermit]
A noise was heard outside the door. A loud yelp along with a crash. These sounds were followed by the sound of smashing as the wall of liquid metal made by The Hermit was smashed in a single strike from the outside. The Hermit stood hastily as he instantly readied for a fight before being pressed to the ground by his neck. A hand had grabbed him faster than he could react, pressing him to the ground face up. Before him stood a massive suit of armor without any gaps on the least, even during movement. "Kunwir!" He managed to squeeze out of his mouth as his eyes bulged.
The suit of armor, holding The Hermit down, threw clothes at the elf in the bed before a voice emanated out of his armor, "Put these on and hurry. Both of you are in danger here. The Hermit here was slightly careless, most likely without even knowing it." He pulled The Hermit up and stood him up straight. Beside the armor, The Hermit looked like a midget, more than a foot shorter.
"What has happened?!" The Hermit exclaimed as he looked to see if Frost was okay, only to see Froast and Merona unconscious outside the shattered door.
The armor spoke one word before tossing The Hermit out the door. "Dervish." He then turned once again to the elf, his voice commanding, leaving no room for arguing, as if his authority can move the heavens. "Hurry, lest ye be left behind and perish at Dervish's hand. She went berserk after feeling the absence of Shadow, and The Hermit's barrier has drawn her attention. We need to leave, now." He strolled out the door as he spoke, "Follow the unconscious bodies to meet us in the courtyard." He scooped up Frost and Merona each with a single arm before kicking The Hermit down the hall as if he were nothing more than a pebble in his way before walking in the same direction.
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Post by zearea on May 17, 2017 12:48:44 GMT 2
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
Deciding to investigate these wires, something Row recognized at least, she followed them along until she reached the wall. She was checking that there was no physical faults in the wiring that would cause the technology to be dormant. If she found none her eyes lifted to the wall the wire disappeared into. Perhaps there was a switch board, or another room behind the wall? Her technological knowledge and common sense told her that there had to be a power source, and if there was it probably had an emergency sequence to circumstances like crashing into an ocean, for example... If it was really a ship that was.
"Don't mind me, just having a look." Rowan drawled, her ears flattening and nose scrunching up as a breath from her snout sent dust up from the ancient technology. She hunched, a loud sneeze coming from her. Shaking her head after it, Rowan swept the wall then would turn her attention to the 'Throne'. Was it a throne or a commander's seat? Row was starting to get an idea that it had more uses then it appeared.
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Post by zearea on May 17, 2017 13:17:49 GMT 2
[Malagarm: Ash, The Hermit]
I waited for The Hermit to reply, only to feel, and hear a large magical disturbance smash into the old man's molten wall. A yelp of fright ripped from me, large silvery eyes snapping abruptly to the gaping hole. As I do so, magic which I had taken from the Hermit was sucked into a concentrated aura around me, instantly readied for an attack. It was a reactionary action, one I had learned in my training with the ever unpredictable Shadow of Death.
Before I could do much more, a metal hand launched out from the hole and gripped the hermit by the neck, and with it a suit of armor! "Hey!" I exclaimed, rising to my feet, the sheet being pulled up with me. I released one hand and reached out as if to grasp the suit of armor which was out of my reach. Power rushed to my fingertips, and with it a wave of nausea and a sharp pain that had me crumpling to my knees.
The power I would have shunted at what the old man named, 'Kunwir', was stunted, dissipating before it even reached it. I closed my eyes, lips parting when Kunwir's words reached me and winced, realizing i'd attacked a probably ally. A ball of material smacked against my form and I started, eyelids flying open. "Sorry!" I cried, then added as he hauled The Hermit out, "O-okay." My forehead creased at the careless way Kunwir treated the old man, lips drawing down.
As quickly as possible I dressed myself in the light armor, fiddling with the pauldrons and half stumbling as I dug my feet into the boots and fastened them. My magic sight blossomed into existence and I used it to locate Kunwir and The Hermit as I leave the princess's room, my boot steps echoing. It scared me that using magic was causing me such pain and sickness, but found using it to enhance my speed was only mildly nauseating. Like a bullet from a rifle I sped down the hall, avoiding the bodies. 'Who is this... Creature? Can we trust him?' I tried to rekindle the mindlink. It was oddly, or not so oddly, easier with The Hermit.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on May 25, 2017 7:01:37 GMT 2
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
(I didn't notice it before I posted the last reply for Rowan, but there were quite a few issues in my text due to autocorrect, to the point that some parts took me a few minutes to figure out what I meant when I wrote it. Sorry about that, I will try to keep a closer eye on that. Damned virtual keyboard... )
The wires within the wirechase were in pristine condition, save for the dust that had settled on them through the wire mesh covering the wirechase. The throne look fairly normal, for a throne at least. Nothing was standing out about the throne, much less the walls or floor. Nothing seemed too out of place at this time. However, there were many hidden secrets here. Anyone familiar with any kind of advanced technology would be able to see that something about all this was off. Maybe it was just because it had been stationary for millions of years and had no power source any more, maybe it was just switched off somewhere, or maybe there was a breech in a core compartment. None of these things would be blatant, and would need a more thorough investigation.
BlueFlame spoke for the first time in a while after watching Rowan. "What are you looking for? Is there anything I can help with?"
At this question, SoulFlame inwardly smiled while doing nothing more than observing. He was curious as to where this would go.
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, The Hermit, Kunwir, Merona]
Kunwir was waiting in the main courtyard, The Hermit at his feet, kneeling, Merona was in one arm, and Frost was in the other. Many bodies were strewn across the castle, but they were all still alive surprisingly, for now at least. The Hermit was slightly trembling as he understood what had happened. He had made a large mistake, he had assumed, and falsely so. Now, he would be lucky if he and the elf made it out of this unscathed, much less the others.
Suddenly The Hermit felt Ash connect with him mentally as she had before. As soon as he felt the communication line, he started to transmit his thoughts to her. "You must hurry to us. I have made a grave mistake, and if we do not go with Kunwir, we are most likely doomed. He is a friend, and practically Shadow's second in command. Things have gotten bad, and I apologize for dragging you into this." As he finished transferring his thoughts, he felt a strong fluctuation of energy coming from the room they were all in moments ago. His head whipped up as he practically shouted through the connection, "HURRY!" He was starting to panic. He could feel how horrifying that wave of energy was, how it felt similar to Shadow when he saw him go berserk once in the past, yet this had a slightly different madness attached to it. He felt fear. Deep, dark, drowning, darkness. The fear seemed to be overwhelming him, and he was unsure if he would be able to sustain cohesive thought if this continued.
Just what the hell was happening in the castle?
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Post by zearea on May 25, 2017 12:11:23 GMT 2
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
Nothing stood out, whatever was the problem was something made subtle, or perhaps it was simply too advanced for the Earth born woman. Her fuzzy eyebrows drew together and she sat on her hunches, turning her snout up to Soulflame. "Well, I was looking for a power source, or any levers, buttons or secret compartments, something to go on. So far there are no such things." The chimera drawled in her deepened voice, barbed tail flickering about her form. "These wires-" She pointed a clawed finger at the wire-chase. "-Suggest that they probably used electricity. If I knew where the wires led to I could probably find the source."
Her ears perked, "Are any of the elements here of electricity? And another thing, what is behind that wall?" She nodded toward the wall at the back of the throne room where the wires ran under it.
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, The Hermit, Kunwir, Merona]
Dark, oppressive fear flooded my mind the instant a concentrated mass of energy materialized in the very room I had resided in moments ago. It was more than that, madness, the type which would have crushed and destroyed me from the inside out, warping until the emotion of terror was all that I was. Not only was it a consuming emotion however, but a source of power that began to seep into my reservoir and threatened to overturn the core energy I contained. Desperately I rebelled, attempting to suppress my innate pull and minimize the amount of power I pulled from Dervish, but I was not successful in completely shutting it down.
In the hall way I stumble, a gaping hole which was my salvation, glaring. 'Shadow' I cried silently, all the fear justified or not for my master's safety, slams into me and I crumple, only for the connection to form and The Hermit's words to reach me and in turn he was screamed at 'GONE! I WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN, I'LL BE NOTHING, worthless, alone...!' Shadow was everything to me, he had been part of my life more then three fourths of my entire existence, and now he was gone, without him I would be nothing. Every insecurities I harbored, even the ones I thought I'd out grown, rose to the surface, and I remembered a time when even my parents despised me, when all I did was destroy. I would be a danger to everyone, no one would ever look at me with care or affection again. The walls around me began to warp, turning into hideous faces twisted into disgust, hate and fear.
My fear for myself was heavily overshadowed by this other fear, in-fact it almost felt completely pointless fighting against it. It wanted me to give in and be consumed by it, become a creature of madness myself.
'NO' This fear was irrational, he was a god, the creator of all, no small thing like this could ever destroy him, and by giving into this fear I would deeply disappoint him, this I could not have. Choking back the fear, I regained some semblance of rational though and rise to my feet, sharply leaping the last distance, feet not touching the ground until I have passed the doors and landed on cobbled floor.
The landing is met with an intense spasm, my aura convulsing, turning dark. I could feel it, the madness taking over and my eyes widened, irises shifting black as I fell to my knees and begin more or less crawling the last fifty feet. "I-I cannot contain this, it will consume me!" I screamed, my mind snapping back to the fight with Shadow. Something told me that becoming the embodiment of madness was never an ideal ending, and this I suspected may happen if I didn't release it now. Instead of attempting to contain it, a desperate thought for the safety of the citizens of Malagarm, I reflected it back at the source, Dervish.
A wall of inky black darted from my form in the direction of the princess's room, gliding across the court-yard floor, crawling up the castle wall. It left a trail of destruction in its wake, anything it's path touched, turning into creatures of madness, their attention fixating on me, no not just me but my allies. The creatures did not completely resemble Dervish's creations, they had a metallic sheen and inner light, a product of the two energies merging. I had drawn their attention with the use of Dervish's power, and at first these creatures appeared confused, hesitating, but then a cry of fury rose. No this was not their master but an impostor!
This was bad, really bad but on the plus side I was able to stand again and stumble toward where the others wait, willing or unwilling given the state of Frost and Merona.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Jun 2, 2017 7:25:24 GMT 2
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
SoulFlame felt lost due to the conversation mentioning so many new things. Even the people who had come here before had not mentioned anything like this.
"First question first I suppose... What is a wire? Second question is what is electricity?" His voice was full of naked curiosity as it reverberated through the soul. "As for what is behind that wall, I have no idea. There seems to be a dead space there that cannot be reached, almost like nothing was ever there. Like it is a void. We have no way to get there, but there is a section of space there that is not accounted for. It has always been an enigma..." He said as he became more interested in this human/chimera that has shown up this time. He wondered if she would be able to free them. He wondered if he would ever see the outside world again...
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Merona, The Hermit, Kunwir]
As Ash launched herself into the courtyard, The Hermit knew something was off. After having heard her shout over the connection, he was worried, but unsure what was happening. When he saw her enter the courtyard, he could tell that something was definitely off, he felt Dervish's aura surrounding the elf, eating away at everything, attacking her mind.
He knew that all he would be able to do would be to help take her away from here at this rate. He could use Isolation on her, but the effects would most likely backfire in this case, and he could not afford that. He could not approach her due to the aura though, as it was like a death sentence to all who came into contact with it.
This Madness that Dervish released upon the mortal plane was similar to the madness that Shadow kept locked away within himself. There were too many similarities, especially the corrosive nature of it.
It was then that The Hermit saw something he never thought possible. Ash turned the power from Dervish around and expelled it as if it were her own. As he saw that, his mouth opened in surprise. He thought for sure he had seen all there was to creation after having teamed up with Shadow for so many years. Now he knew different.
He regained his composure quickly though, after seeing the creatures of madness that were stalled momentarily. He rushed forward, helping Ash return to the center of the courtyard with him to Kunwir, who was busy working on opening a gate the old fashioned way. He was nearly done if The Hermit felt the fluctuations right.
"Take them and go Kunwir. I cannot leave this planet. If I do, I will surely die without the core sustaining me, and if I die, the core will lose its ability to cope at all, and will cause massive issues for all of creation. Take them and leave. I will confront Dervish. I will do my best to calm her down. I will protect the gate at all costs until it collapses completely."
Kunwir and The Hermit's eyes crossed paths and the feelings they wanted to convey were clear. They both nodded slightly. The Hermit took 3 steps away from Ash, Merona, Frost, and Kunwir. Three steps towards the monsters of madness.
He was calm. He looked on at the monsters, and felt Dervish's aura getting stronger. He felt the distortions in this place from her very existence here. He felt the pain, the excruciating suffering, that permeated that aura. The loneliness, the madness, the wrath, the love. The aura, albeit very much controlled by Madness, had many underlying factors that were coming to light for him as he faced off against it.
The Hermit raised his staff lightly, then brought it down beside him with force. The cobblestone exploded on contact, cracks radiating out across the whole courtyard as The Hermit loosed his own aura fully.
The Hermit's hair blew upward as if caught by a constant wind as his aura rushed forth, vibrant, full of life. Calm, peaceful, vast, and alive. The aura that billowed upward from The Hermit blocked Dervish's aura in a frontal assault, halting it from getting past him. Shielding the others. "Kunwir, go, NOW!"
As he shouted to Kunwir, he felt Dervish shiver slightly at clashing with his aura which was so radically opposite her own. Kunwir finally opened the gate, and as such tossed Merona and Frost within. He turned to Ash. "Go, I will follow to make sure nothing follows us. We must hurry. If we do not go now, we have no chance of regrouping and finding Shadow. The old bastard is surely alive. After all, his conditions for dying are quite severe. Even he himself could not fulfil them if he tried." Kunwir awaited Ash's action. He planned to force her through the gate if she tried to stay behind, but he hoped she would do so of her own volition.
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Post by The Shadow of Death on Jun 12, 2017 6:40:02 GMT 2
[Linwyce: Shadow] I looked around at the frozen wasteland before me. As I looked into the sky I noticed that this was indeed the surface of Linwyce as I had suspected, seeing the two suns hung in the sky, one large ethereal blue one, and another yellow sun not too far from it in the sky. From the look of it, the other two suns in the system were hidden from view. This area of creation was very similar to Zyarc in many ways, having a few planets that had similar core materials, except set within four extremely close solar systems that influenced each other. Being on Linwyce had its own issues of course, seeing as it is almost impossible for mortals to live on its surface due to thin air composition and being too far from the heat of the suns to really help, and that is not even mentioning food sources. Right now I could feel something that I had not felt since I was hunted by the Olethros near the beginning of creation: Pain. This pain was indeed radiating from the hole in my torso, but it felt like it had another source that I just could not fully comprehend. I tried to reach into the Shadow Realm once again, only to be met with an intense, debilitating pain. This was not going to be easy at all. How would I contact her others? How would Ash take it? She watched me get turned this way, and without the Shadow Realm present, I am sure there are quite a few people who think I am dead, and a few that may have even gone berserk because of it. I wonder how my wife is? Did she feel my presence still? Or did this trick even her senses... Hah... I sighed. Why did I end up here of all places... Ah. That actually does make sense if I look at it that way. This planet was crafted in its majority by Vaxinhonarg. Maybe, just maybe, he was still here. After all, there was only one reason for him to bring me back here I believe... I turned back to the cave and realized something even more disturbing. The place I had just exited had closed behind me. The doors to that place I recognized all too well. It was a place that came into being to house my children upon death, the ones that could not pass unto the next realm due to my genetics. The place was known to most as The Mausoleum. The way to enter it was strict, and required a few things, with only one way to override the doors. The first two pre-requisites were to have my direct bloodline, and to die. The only way to override it was through a ritual that included the Halhatatlan. As soon as I thought of that I realized that there may be a large issue… I quickly checked to see if I could access my pocket weapon dimension, finding that I did still have access to that without aggravating my apparent wound. Within I found all but two weapon sets: the Auctoritas and the Halhatatlan. This did not bode well at all. The reason this was so problematic is that if one was able to open The Mausoleum, they could hypothetically break into Pokol, better known in many cultures as hell. It was the underlying side of the Shadow Realm, both powering the Shadow Realm and housing all the souls who desired depravity to some major degree, no matter what form that depravity was embodied by. It didn’t matter if it was lust, pride, the urge to murder endlessly, or many other things in that line of thinking. All the souls who wholeheartedly wished for such wickedness were placed in Pokol upon death. That was fine in and of itself, but there were two exceptions to that rule. The first exception was my own soul, which was used as the compensation to create the Shadow Realm and Pokol, and the other was Meda, my daughter. Meda was very much alive, but was placed within Pokol as a seal due to her overwhelming ability, Judgement. The power of Judgement could completely erase an existence upon nothing more than a thought, however, the price paid to wield such a power was enormous. Each time Judgement was used, Meda’s personality and mental stability was used as the collateral. At first this wasn’t a problem and was not realized even. By the time anyone had realized it, she had lost all most all reason, ruled by the ability to Judge. She found it compulsory to Judge anyone she came across, and this caused many problems for any party near her. The only two people that were completely immune were Death, and his daughter, who was a close friend of Meda’s. That close friend worked together with me and a few others to seal her into Pokol where her ability was more than useful. If someone used The Mausoleum to pull Meda out of Pokol, they would practically have the ability to decimate all life within their hands, as long as they could keep Meda from turning her Judgement upon themselves. This did not bode well, and from the looks of things, I would not be able to do anything to stop it. Vaxinhonarg had not only obtained the keys to hell, but also the only weapon that would transform his world into something no one would be able to predict. Question is, which way did he go? Did he change the planet first and then go to Thr Mausoleum? Or did he go to The Mausoleum first in order to cripple me further and then plan on changing the planet? Either was was bad, because as I just stated, at this rate, I would not be able to stop any of this. And on top of that, this part of creation is so far away from Zyarc that it will be impossible for anyone to notice my presence, after all, this place only exists in one universe, much like Zyarc, the only difference is, they are in separate parallel universes, with several other parallel universes between them. The only chance I had in getting out of here would be if Nwura were able to find me. The others may be able to help, but it would be more likely for Nwura to notice, since she hosts the Mirror Realm.
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Post by zearea on Jun 13, 2017 14:36:01 GMT 2
[Niquitonix: Rowan]
Soulflame's response caught Row short as she realized he had little understanding of what she had said. "For someone who claims to have watched my world for a long time, you know very little. Electricity and wires have been present for a good century." The Chimera replied pointedly, clawed finger jabbed toward the mass of magic. "There are several ways to create it, but to make it simple, it is the energy that makes up lightening, but instead of waiting for a lightening storm, we just tend to generate it using friction and motion and feed it through these wires-." She nodded toward the wirechase. "Which can be used to power our technology."
Her attention slid to the wall in question. "A void? Huh..." Rowan wracked her brain for a logical reason for this void space that even prevented magical beings from passing through or scrying. "Can you elementals sense anything outside this ship at all? How were you able to observe my world?" And then it hit her that it wasn't completely impervious, magic did work, it brought her here after all...
Feeling awkward, the chimera grunted, waiting for Soulflame's response before she looked inwardly, attempting to sense the entity that had at various times, reared it's head at certain key moments since her adventure began with the Souldive system. 'Ah... Hey, Rune Guldar voice, you there, I could use a tip? Geesh this is weird, I am talking to myself...'
[Human Territory, Malagarm: Ash, Merona, The Hermit, Kunwir]
I was shaking by the time The Hermit reached me, wrapping surprisingly strong arms about my torso and hauling us back to the suit of armor. Struggling with a light headed feeling, the exhaustion returning three fold, I felt tension coil about me at the feel of Dervish's power beginning to build once more in my system. It was a shock when The Hermit released me and peeled away, intent it appeared to face Shadow's mad wife by himself. "But if you stay, she might kill you anyway." I cried, a desire to protect the old man instantaneous despite the short time we knew one another.
I took a step toward The Hermit and saw when he brought his staff end down, the cobblestones cracking under the force and a explosion of intense power, polar opposite to what Dervish was unleashing, flooded the atmosphere. It was staggering, to first be filled with such maddening fear, paranoia and loneliness, only to be slammed with vibrant energy that demanded calm from those about it. My worry seemed ludicrous all a sudden as true clarity, born of calm, scorched away the panic and negativity which clouded my mind.
There truly was no better alternative, and if anyone could subdue madness, it was it's polar opposite. There was also Shadow whom was top priority, and I could not squander The Hermit's sacrifice when there was nothing I could do anyway in my state. It felt selfish of me to choose my master over this man, but a lot rode on The Shadow Of Death staying alive, so I told myself.
The hand I lifted in his direction dropped, my features twisting as I turned toward Kunwir and strode toward the portal without a sideways look. "Thank you for what you have done today, I will not forget." I called back over my shoulder, my tone promising. As I pass through the portal blackness took over my sight and I crumpled, the light headed sensation finally winning.
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