Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 9/10mmHB#2 was not in a position to help anymore. He had completely exhausted all ordered light and creative entropy based powers and was frankly irritated that people were still in danger. It was all quite dramatic and unrealistic how long people could scream in pain, like the withergeists couldn’t slaughter them all already. Regardless, between not being enough and letting people die and being cowardly, letting people die, and losing his powers- well, he would rather be embarrassed than powerless. Not that he cared that much about the body count. He shook himself awake- a wave of Ordered light crashed through him, then faded, the Rift interfering with his powers. He had an idea, transforming Inconsistency into a necklace and wearing it. His powers stabilized immediately, though he wasn’t still expended. Now what? —— Inkwell found himself drawn to a plot point, rife with chaotic darkness. He had nothing else to do, so he fell through the Void and appeared in the middle of a battle. Nearby, 9/10 had broken reality- badly. A scarred black dragon was torching adventurers and withergeists that emerged from behind the hole with a mordite based breath weapon, and in general the scene was chaos. Inkwell’s mind told him to kill everything, almost giddy with bloodlust. His soul said it would be far more… productive to kill only withergeists. He formed a body, identical to his own but made entirely of smoking, dripping black ink, and raised Shadowlight. The pen swiped twice through the air, and Inkwell was suddenly holding a copy of a familiar long sword with a jagged mordite blade. 9/10 raised a hand as of to ward off Inkwell, who snarled back in a facsimile of a smile. “I’ll have my revenge later. For now, sit down. The real primary character has a job to do.” Then he winked and charged at the dragon, mordite blade raised high. —— i do imagine that traveling through the void means entering a section of space touched only by the chaotic darkness layer of reality, while flawspace has none of these, and regular TLT has all of them.
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 5 minutes ago, Verdance said: 9/10mmHB#2 was not in a position to help anymore. He had completely exhausted all ordered light and creative entropy based powers and was frankly irritated that people were still in danger. It was all quite dramatic and unrealistic how long people could scream in pain, like the withergeists couldn’t slaughter them all already. Regardless, between not being enough and letting people die and being cowardly, letting people die, and losing his powers- well, he would rather be embarrassed than powerless. Not that he cared that much about the body count. He shook himself awake- a wave of Ordered light crashed through him, then faded, the Rift interfering with his powers. He had an idea, transforming Inconsistency into a necklace and wearing it. His powers stabilized immediately, though he wasn’t still expended. Now what? —— Inkwell found himself drawn to a plot point, rife with chaotic darkness. He had nothing else to do, so he fell through the Void and appeared in the middle of a battle. Nearby, 9/10 had broken reality- badly. A scarred black dragon was torching adventurers and withergeists that emerged from behind the hole with a mordite based breath weapon, and in general the scene was chaos. Inkwell’s mind told him to kill everything, almost giddy with bloodlust. His soul said it would be far more… productive to kill only withergeists. He formed a body, identical to his own but made entirely of smoking, dripping black ink, and raised Shadowlight. The pen swiped twice through the air, and Inkwell was suddenly holding a copy of a familiar long sword with a jagged mordite blade. 9/10 raised a hand as of to ward off Inkwell, who snarled back in a facsimile of a smile. “I’ll have my revenge later. For now, sit down. The real primary character has a job to do.” Then he winked and charged at the dragon, mordite blade raised high. —— i do imagine that traveling through the void means entering a section of space touched only by the chaotic darkness layer of reality, while flawspace has none of these, and regular TLT has all of them. Ninja ig Another is confronting the dragon, and looks to Inkwell after 9/10 proves useless. He turned to 9/10. “I think you need help. Can Inkwell handle himself for the time being?”
Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 Just now, Through the Living Sherma said: Ninja ig Another is confronting the dragon, and looks to Inkwell after 9/10 proves useless. He turned to 9/10. “I think you need help. Can Inkwell handle himself for the time being?” “I don’t need help,” 9/10mmHB#2 said stubbornly. “And Inkwell will tear that thing to shreds if he can. He was nearly a Narrator before, now he’s basically both a Narrator and a Withergeist. What we need to do is evacuate the survivors before I lose my storming powers, or Inkwell runs out of bad guys to kill.”
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 Just now, Verdance said: “I don’t need help,” 9/10mmHB#2 said stubbornly. “And Inkwell will tear that thing to shreds if he can. He was nearly a Narrator before, now he’s basically both a Narrator and a Withergeist. What we need to do is evacuate the survivors before I lose my storming powers, or Inkwell runs out of bad guys to kill.” “Yep, sounds about right.” Afterimage cocked his head. ”I evacuated the survivors. Or at least, the non-Authored survivors. Don’t know what other will think of my pseudo-Narration. I’ll be a more less helpful there, but…” He shrugged. “I can always go up against Inkwell if gets out of hand.” A slightly reckless (and dangerous) eagerness entered his eyes, but he was quick to abandon it. “Sorry. I patched the Rift physically, but it’ll still have some modicum of Plot impact. And right now it’s really messing with my balance.” ”So you say don’t need help? That’s a load.”
Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 5 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: “Yep, sounds about right.” Afterimage cocked his head. ”I evacuated the survivors. Or at least, the non-Authored survivors. Don’t know what other will think of my pseudo-Narration. I’ll be a more less helpful there, but…” He shrugged. “I can always go up against Inkwell if gets out of hand.” A slightly reckless (and dangerous) eagerness entered his eyes, but he was quick to abandon it. “Sorry. I patched the Rift physically, but it’ll still have some modicum of Plot impact. And right now it’s really messing with my balance.” ”So you say don’t need help? That’s a load.” “Oh, goody. Responsibilities completed,” 9/10 mumbled. He created a Rift and left, looking for somewhere sunny to take a nap and recharge safely, perhaps the summit of Inkwell’s mountain. The Rift stayed open for just long enough for Afterimage to pursue and pester 9/10 if he so wished.
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 9 minutes ago, Verdance said: “Oh, goody. Responsibilities completed,” 9/10 mumbled. He created a Rift and left, looking for somewhere sunny to take a nap and recharge safely, perhaps the summit of Inkwell’s mountain. The Rift stayed open for just long enough for Afterimage to pursue and pester 9/10 if he so wished. Afterimage did so. Minus the pestering, because Afterimage was matuee in all he did. ”So Inkwell wants to usurp? Or he views you as a usurper. Interesting.”
Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 3 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: Afterimage did so. Minus the pestering, because Afterimage was matuee in all he did. ”So Inkwell wants to usurp? Or he views you as a usurper. Interesting.” 9/10mmHB#2 sighed and slumped against a tree, soaking in the sunlight. “Usurper? I don’t know. We’re linked, in a way. I became part luxsprite, and so he became… that. He used to be far more active than me. He still is probably more powerful. I don’t know.”
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 3 minutes ago, Verdance said: 9/10mmHB#2 sighed and slumped against a tree, soaking in the sunlight. “Usurper? I don’t know. We’re linked, in a way. I became part luxsprite, and so he became… that. He used to be far more active than me. He still is probably more powerful. I don’t know.” “I bet I could take him.” He shrugs. “That’s the Narrator in me speaking, though. I exerted the Ordered Dark to close that rift, and now the Chaotic Light is overreacting.” Afterimage frowns. “Do you worry that he can sever the link with Chaotic Dark?”
Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 18 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: “I bet I could take him.” He shrugs. “That’s the Narrator in me speaking, though. I exerted the Ordered Dark to close that rift, and now the Chaotic Light is overreacting.” Afterimage frowns. “Do you worry that he can sever the link with Chaotic Dark?” 9/10 actually laughed. “Good luck with that. Well, if he ever returns to normal, it would likely align with a highly important plot point- if I know my author, the end of the Witherlord plot line, for better or worse. If he does manage to do so beforehand, it would likely shift my alignment back towards ordered darkness, weakening my luxite abilities profoundly. I have until then to finish the business I obtained these abilities for.” He shrugged. “You’re not going to get all that out of me before I learn something about you. Were you the one summoning Anti-Intent? That sounds awfully similar to Creative Entropy.”
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 1 minute ago, Verdance said: 9/10 actually laughed. “Good luck with that. Well, if he ever returns to normal, it would likely align with a highly important plot point- if I know my author, the end of the Witherlord plot line, for better or worse. If he does manage to do so beforehand, it would likely shift my alignment back towards ordered darkness, weakening my luxite abilities profoundly. I have until then to finish the business I obtained these abilities for.” He shrugged. “You’re not going to get all that out of me before I learn something about you. Were you the one summoning Anti-Intent? That sounds awfully similar to Creative Entropy.” “No, I was not.”
Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 10 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: “No, I was not.” -1 social interaction points ”What are you, then?”
IAmThatOneGuy He/Him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 Vlanis stopped. It had just occurred to him. Why did he stay? He hadn't wanted to. He didn't care about the adventurers. He began trembling. Not from fear. But from rage. Mistair... He had been manipulated. THIS is why he couldn't afford to care. Vlanis quickly attuned to the Vael, the hidden pathway between reality, and teleported away. It was time to get revenge. - The Outlier crawled behind a barricade of chairs. He landed wrong earlier, his twisted ankle flaring painfully. His healing would take care of it, but it still hurt. He leaned his head against one of the chairs. He was utterly exhausted. They had gotten the adventurers out to safety. There were only a few withergeists left. The dragon was being fought. There was a body nearby. It was the young adventurer he had saved from the withergeist. The one he'd dragged to safety and still hadn't made it. He swallowed hard and closed his misting eyes. Why did he still care? He'd lived lifetimes. He’d watched cities burn. He’d watched friends die. He’d watched Troy die — over and over, in different ways, until Troy became the hollow Vlanis. He should’ve been numb by now, like Vlanis — cold enough to walk away, as he had seen his former friend do. But he wasn't. He still cared. And it still hurts. Tears began to fall from his eyes, falling onto the dusty floorboards. His shoulders began to shake despite himself. And he still was alone. Still Matias the Outlier. He felt something. A presence beside him. It felt like that voice from earlier. It didn't say anything. It was just there. And that was somehow all he needed. 1
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 (edited) 1 hour ago, Verdance said: -1 social interaction points ”What are you, then?” Lol yeah incoming lore drop He shifted. “That’s a question. My Author has taken a particular interest in me. Certain transformative events in my life have been metaphorically recreated—except instead of giving me ‘magic’ this time, I’ve become Aware, and the parts of me most aligned with the poles of the Thread became substance of those poles. ”It is difficult to explain. But before this happened, I was made of a crystal dust. Very magical crystal dust. The dust held the consciousness of Aeia, a tyrant whose name I try not to invoke. She was essentially the deity of Creation. Chaotic Light. To keep her contained, though, a carefully balanced lattice of the Deep was required. A dangerous substance, especially in large quantities. It is most closely aligned with what you know as Ordered Dark. ”The dust on its own is not me. It’s useful, but it isn’t me. You see, I’m somewhat of a ghost. The sapience of my past life was impressed upon the crystal. Still, this was not enough. The sapience would have been absorbed into the consciousness of Aeia and contributed to her power. So I was given a spark. By the Flame. And his power is Sight.” He paused. “And now I find that these things are slowly happening again, metaphorically. And my Author gave me a Spark, converting my basic essence into Chaotic Light and Ordered Dark.” @ThatOneGuyOverThere Unbeknownst to him, there was something else watching him. @NameIess Jim the Enuller Stand-in, if he were still alive, found that his cough had returned. Edited April 1 by Through the Living Sherma 1
Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 16 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: Lol yeah incoming lore drop He shifted. “That’s a question. My Author has taken a particular interest in me. Certain transformative events in my life have been metaphorically recreated—except instead of giving me ‘magic’ this time, I’ve become Aware, and the parts of me most aligned with the poles of the Thread became substance of those poles. ”It is difficult to explain. But before this happened, I was made of a crystal dust. Very magical crystal dust. The dust held the consciousness of Aeia, a tyrant whose name I try not to invoke. She was essentially the deity of Creation. Chaotic Light. To keep her contained, though, a carefully balanced lattice of the Deep was required. A dangerous substance, especially in large quantities. It is most closely aligned with what you know as Ordered Dark. ”The dust on its own is not me. It’s useful, but it isn’t me. You see, I’m somewhat of a ghost. The sapience of my past life was impressed upon the crystal. Still, this was not enough. The sapience would have been absorbed into the consciousness of Aeia and contributed to her power. So I was given a spark. By the Flame. And his power is Sight.” He paused. “And now I find that these things are slowly happening again, metaphorically. And my Author gave me a Spark, converting my basic essence into Chaotic Light and Ordered Dark.” @ThatOneGuyOverThere Unbeknownst to him, there was something else watching him. @NameIess Jim the Enuller Stand-in, if he were still alive, found that his cough had returned. 9/10mmHB#2 raised an eyebrow. “Sounds… pretty cool, actually. So you’re part Narrator, part Enuller?” 1
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 3 minutes ago, Verdance said: 9/10mmHB#2 raised an eyebrow. “Sounds… pretty cool, actually. So you’re part Narrator, part Enuller?” “Something like that. Both are… particularly nasty, though. The Narrator side wants to create… chaos. The Ennuler side is not typical, you could say. It wishes to stop time entirely.”
Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 6 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: “Something like that. Both are… particularly nasty, though. The Narrator side wants to create… chaos. The Ennuler side is not typical, you could say. It wishes to stop time entirely.” “Hmmm.” The sensation is familiar to 9/10. “What was your name again?”
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 Just now, Verdance said: “Hmmm.” The sensation is familiar to 9/10. “What was your name again?” “Afterimage. For the ghost that I am.” He shifts uncomfortably. “And because I retained none of the memories of the man that died.”
Verdance he/him Posted April 1 Posted April 1 45 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: “Afterimage. For the ghost that I am.” He shifts uncomfortably. “And because I retained none of the memories of the man that died.” “Well I’m called 9/10mmHB#2, because my god has a sense of humor. Good to meet you, Afterimage.” 9/10 gave a somewhat genuine smile, for once. “Now, I’m going to take a storming nap and it would be rusting creepy for you to stare at me, so….” Suddenly, a Rift appeared in the air behind Afterimage, leading back to the previous plane of existence, albeit several hundred feet away. “Goodbye,” 9/10 said, drawing out the ‘oo’ slightly. —— Inkwell stabbed the dragon in the foreleg with vigor. He didn’t think about whether mordite was effective against other chaotic dark entities, but judging by the thoroughly enjoyable cry of agony as he did so, it was still ruthlessly effective. He allowed himself to revel in the moment, and while he hadn’t hit anything vital, what was the fun in instantly killing any enemy you fought? You had to draw it out, especially if it was a dragon. He growled, yanking the blade out of the wound, and slashed out against the dragon’s upper body.
NameIess Posted April 2 Posted April 2 6 hours ago, Through the living keigs said: Cade nodded. "I think theres good that could come of keeping heaven." The Witherlord tilted his head. "Good? I seek not good. I am Evil, and seek evil continually. I have done so from the beginning of time, and will do so until time and all things have been brought to destruction." The Witherlord turned, seeing a small town before him. Its inhabitants seemed to be living peaceful lives, doing their best to eke out a comfortable existence in the grassy green hills of their world. "Come." The Witherlord said. "I will show you the first step in my destruction of Heaven." 6 hours ago, Through The Living Grub said: "You dare call me the idiot," Skylight yelled. "I'm not the one who conned the Witherlord." Skylight fell into an aggressive stance, Mordite blade pointed towards Glyer's throat. "You are the one who killed these people. You are responsible for this entire mess." Skylight drew his side knife. "May your death bring life to those remaining." Skylight swung his blades, feeling the voice inside lending him strength. "I bear no responsibility for their deaths!" Glyer retreated before Skylight's attack, making no attempt to parry his blades. "I may have conned the Witherlord, but he is the one who sent the Wizard to kill me, and the Wizard is he who decided to kill everyone here. I am not responsible for the actions of those who are evil!" He stumbled on a fallen corpse, falling onto his back, sword clattering out of his hands and across the stage. 4 hours ago, Through The Living Star said: Duplicate Ennalee, or Enna, as she decided she was to be called, dove to the side, dropping her sword as she did so, so as to not cut herself. Coming out of the maneuver, Enna leapt to her feet, scooping the sword back up. She was different from Ennalee. Yes, she was a Duplicate, but she was different. Some pieces were missing. Enna understood the Thread, and what Authors were. She understood her abilities- or rather, Ennalee's abilities. Her feet thundered against the stony ground, her golden hair fluttering out behind her, unrestrained. Ennalee was busy fighting withergeists and witherbound, leaving Enna to deal with the witherbound Dragon. Spinning past yet another blast of boiling breath, Enna dropped into a swordsman's stance. Her steps were light and unharried, though she felt a strange pulsing sense of worry when she Felt Ennalee. Enna was better than that. She was Ennalee without the obsession with Logic, and without the worry that everything was going to fail. Step step thrust step back. Enna swung at the dragon, nicking one of his feet. The dragon trumped in anger, swiping at her with a massive talon. Dodging, she Felt Ennalee. A faint connection between the two. Are you doing well? Enna sent. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ennalee ducked behind the table-barricade, her forehead beaded with sweat. A voice popped into her head. Are you doing well? It was from the duplicate she had made. It seemed she was calling herself Enna. Somewhat. Ennalee thought, breathing in deeply. Her arms burned, but she needed to get back out there. She clambered to her feet and stood up, letting others fill the spot she had been, taking a brief respite. How are you faring? Ennalee asked. Rather well. I will let you know how it goes later. For now, I must concentrate. Ennalee could feel mild annoyance from Enna, which flared her own. Enna was the one who had reached out. Nevertheless, she must persist. Dashing forward, she rejoined the battle. The silent one ran up to Enna, dodging a blast from the dragon as he grabbed her arm. He gestured to himself, then to the others in the room, then pointed out the broken wall, indicating that they should be brought elsewhere. Those remaining adventurers were reduced to cowering behind piled chairs and tables, hiding from the Witherbound dragon's wrath. The dragon bellowed, turning and sweeping at Enna with its great barbed tail. 4 hours ago, Verdance said: i do imagine that traveling through the void means entering a section of space touched only by the chaotic darkness layer of reality, while flawspace has none of these, and regular TLT has all of them. The Void isn't a layer of reality, I would say. And space, generally speaking, is formed from the fundamental essences. Regular TLT is composed of Chaotic Light, with the foundations of reality composed of Ordered Light. 2 hours ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said: The Outlier crawled behind a barricade of chairs. He landed wrong earlier, his twisted ankle flaring painfully. His healing would take care of it, but it still hurt. He leaned his head against one of the chairs. He was utterly exhausted. They had gotten the adventurers out to safety. There were only a few withergeists left. The dragon was being fought. There was a body nearby. It was the young adventurer he had saved from the withergeist. The one he'd dragged to safety and still hadn't made it. He swallowed hard and closed his misting eyes. Why did he still care? He'd lived lifetimes. He’d watched cities burn. He’d watched friends die. He’d watched Troy die — over and over, in different ways, until Troy became the hollow Vlanis. He should’ve been numb by now, like Vlanis — cold enough to walk away, as he had seen his former friend do. But he wasn't. He still cared. And it still hurts. Tears began to fall from his eyes, falling onto the dusty floorboards. His shoulders began to shake despite himself. And he still was alone. Still Matias the Outlier. He felt something. A presence beside him. It felt like that voice from earlier. It didn't say anything. It was just there. And that was somehow all he needed. A woman stepped up beside Matias. She grabbed his shoulder, pulling him away. "Come on." She muttered, sparing a glance for the dragon. "Let's get out of here. There's nothing more to be done." 1 hour ago, Through the Living Sherma said: Jim the Enuller Stand-in, if he were still alive, found that his cough had returned. Jim the Enuller Stand-in felt the cough coming on with horror, still trying to hide as he was. Fortunately, he was quick of wit enough to touch one of the Nullite spheres, Silencing his coughs before they gave him away. 16 minutes ago, Verdance said: Inkwell stabbed the dragon in the foreleg with vigor. He didn’t think about whether mordite was effective against other chaotic dark entities, but judging by the thoroughly enjoyable cry of agony as he did so, it was still ruthlessly effective. He allowed himself to revel in the moment, and while he hadn’t hit anything vital, what was the fun in instantly killing any enemy you fought? You had to draw it out, especially if it was a dragon. He growled, yanking the blade out of the wound, and slashed out against the dragon’s upper body. Inkwell's blade clashed with the dragon's darkened scales and was deflected harmlessly. Those scales, it seemed, where growing to become Mordite themselves as the dragon's transformation continued. The Witherbound dragon, for its part, looked down at Inkwell with empty sockets, clearly confused that he was attacking it. With a shake of its massive head, it turned back to consuming or destroying the remainder of the living within the room. 19 minutes ago, Verdance said: “Well I’m called 9/10mmHB#2, because my god has a sense of humor. Good to meet you, Afterimage.” 9/10 gave a somewhat genuine smile, for once. “Now, I’m going to take a storming nap and it would be rusting creepy for you to stare at me, so….” Suddenly, a Rift appeared in the air behind Afterimage, leading back to the previous plane of existence, albeit several hundred feet away. “Goodbye,” 9/10 said, drawing out the ‘oo’ slightly. The rift opened to a scene of utter terror. Withergeists ran rampant through the streets of the city, swarmed over buildings, seeking any who still lived. The stars in the night sky were extinguished, or perhaps simply blocked out. The seminar, it seemed, had not been the only target of the Witherlord's ire this night. 1
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 41 minutes ago, Verdance said: “Well I’m called 9/10mmHB#2, because my god has a sense of humor. Good to meet you, Afterimage.” 9/10 gave a somewhat genuine smile, for once. “Now, I’m going to take a storming nap and it would be rusting creepy for you to stare at me, so….” Suddenly, a Rift appeared in the air behind Afterimage, leading back to the previous plane of existence, albeit several hundred feet away. “Goodbye,” 9/10 said, drawing out the ‘oo’ slightly. —— Inkwell stabbed the dragon in the foreleg with vigor. He didn’t think about whether mordite was effective against other chaotic dark entities, but judging by the thoroughly enjoyable cry of agony as he did so, it was still ruthlessly effective. He allowed himself to revel in the moment, and while he hadn’t hit anything vital, what was the fun in instantly killing any enemy you fought? You had to draw it out, especially if it was a dragon. He growled, yanking the blade out of the wound, and slashed out against the dragon’s upper body. He moved to enter, but stopped abruptly. 17 minutes ago, NameIess said: The Witherlord tilted his head. "Good? I seek not good. I am Evil, and seek evil continually. I have done so from the beginning of time, and will do so until time and all things have been brought to destruction." The Witherlord turned, seeing a small town before him. Its inhabitants seemed to be living peaceful lives, doing their best to eke out a comfortable existence in the grassy green hills of their world. "Come." The Witherlord said. "I will show you the first step in my destruction of Heaven." "I bear no responsibility for their deaths!" Glyer retreated before Skylight's attack, making no attempt to parry his blades. "I may have conned the Witherlord, but he is the one who sent the Wizard to kill me, and the Wizard is he who decided to kill everyone here. I am not responsible for the actions of those who are evil!" He stumbled on a fallen corpse, falling onto his back, sword clattering out of his hands and across the stage. The silent one ran up to Enna, dodging a blast from the dragon as he grabbed her arm. He gestured to himself, then to the others in the room, then pointed out the broken wall, indicating that they should be brought elsewhere. Those remaining adventurers were reduced to cowering behind piled chairs and tables, hiding from the Witherbound dragon's wrath. The dragon bellowed, turning and sweeping at Enna with its great barbed tail. The Void isn't a layer of reality, I would say. And space, generally speaking, is formed from the fundamental essences. Regular TLT is composed of Chaotic Light, with the foundations of reality composed of Ordered Light. A woman stepped up beside Matias. She grabbed his shoulder, pulling him away. "Come on." She muttered, sparing a glance for the dragon. "Let's get out of here. There's nothing more to be done." Jim the Enuller Stand-in felt the cough coming on with horror, still trying to hide as he was. Fortunately, he was quick of wit enough to touch one of the Nullite spheres, Silencing his coughs before they gave him away. Inkwell's blade clashed with the dragon's darkened scales and was deflected harmlessly. Those scales, it seemed, where growing to become Mordite themselves as the dragon's transformation continued. The Witherbound dragon, for its part, looked down at Inkwell with empty sockets, clearly confused that he was attacking it. With a shake of its massive head, it turned back to consuming or destroying the remainder of the living within the room. The rift opened to a scene of utter terror. Withergeists ran rampant through the streets of the city, swarmed over buildings, seeking any who still lived. The stars in the night sky were extinguished, or perhaps simply blocked out. The seminar, it seemed, had not been the only target of the Witherlord's ire this night. Afterimage was confronted abruptly with the scene of destruction. ”Well… this won’t do!” He studies the scene. “Guess I got to do some clean up.” He stepped through the streets, destroying Withergeist after Withergeist with concentrated energy. He looks at the sky, reaching a tentative influence towards the space without stars. “Where are you?”
Verdance he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 Just now, Through the Living Sherma said: He moved to enter, but stopped abruptly. Afterimage was confronted abruptly with the scene of destruction. ”Well… this won’t do!” He studies the scene. “Guess I got to do some clean up.” He stepped through the streets, destroying Withergeist after Withergeist with concentrated energy. He looks at the sky, reaching a tentative influence towards the space without stars. “Where are you?” Someone else looks back. Night is busy fighting Charnyx, but as she noticed a planet below her begin to be swallowed up by black clouds, she redoubled her efforts, stabbing fiercely at Charnyx before casting a shooting star down to the planet, lighting up the sky for a few minutes as it burned through the atmosphere.
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 13 minutes ago, Verdance said: Someone else looks back. Night is busy fighting Charnyx, but as she noticed a planet below her begin to be swallowed up by black clouds, she redoubled her efforts, stabbing fiercely at Charnyx before casting a shooting star down to the planet, lighting up the sky for a few minutes as it burned through the atmosphere. Another drone sent Night a thank you, but the drone on the ground was not willing to take the risk of sending an acknowledgment. He didn’t have enough information to make the best decision, but he knew that he didn’t want to expose his Adari to a Withergeist.
NameIess Posted April 2 Posted April 2 23 minutes ago, Through the Living Sherma said: Afterimage was confronted abruptly with the scene of destruction. ”Well… this won’t do!” He studies the scene. “Guess I got to do some clean up.” He stepped through the streets, destroying Withergeist after Withergeist with concentrated energy. He looks at the sky, reaching a tentative influence towards the space without stars. “Where are you?” Withergeist after withergeist was destroyed, but their numbers seemed endless. Worse, as Afterimage extended his influence towards the sky above, stars reappeared. Or rather, the sky's eyes opened towards him, peering down at the disturbance in the Witherlord's invasion. 59 minutes ago, Verdance said: Someone else looks back. Night is busy fighting Charnyx, but as she noticed a planet below her begin to be swallowed up by black clouds, she redoubled her efforts, stabbing fiercely at Charnyx before casting a shooting star down to the planet, lighting up the sky for a few minutes as it burned through the atmosphere. The shooting star's light died, consumed by the dark force surrounding the planet.
Through The Living Grub He/Him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 1 hour ago, NameIess said: "I bear no responsibility for their deaths!" Glyer retreated before Skylight's attack, making no attempt to parry his blades. "I may have conned the Witherlord, but he is the one who sent the Wizard to kill me, and the Wizard is he who decided to kill everyone here. I am not responsible for the actions of those who are evil!" He stumbled on a fallen corpse, falling onto his back, sword clattering out of his hands and across the stage. "We all see that for the excuse it is." Skylight steps over the corpses and places the tip of his dagger over Glyer's heart. "You refused to think of what would happen when you con a demon, and blame others for your neglect." Skylight rammed the dagger down. "Thanks for the seminar. It has been... profitable."
Through the Living Shadow he/him Posted April 2 Posted April 2 10 minutes ago, NameIess said: Withergeist after withergeist was destroyed, but their numbers seemed endless. Worse, as Afterimage extended his influence towards the sky above, stars reappeared. Or rather, the sky's eyes opened towards him, peering down at the disturbance in the Witherlord's invasion. The shooting star's light died, consumed by the dark force surrounding the planet. He grimaced. He was afraid something like this would happen. ”Perhaps you can challenge me,” Afterimage taunted. There was a high likelihood that it was the Witherlord that was staring down at him. “Perhaps you can beat me, even.” A grin. ”I would like to see that.”
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