The Well of Descension

[Voidus]

The figure paused for a moment, seeming to consider the argument before nodding.

"That is an acceptable interpretation of my request." It agreed.

A few of the Aons that comprised it's body began to glow a little brighter, Aon Tia noticeably bright among them.

"As you're not attempting to flee, protocol dictates that I request you to meet with the nearest Administrator to determine your intentions." It said, continuing to smile politely.

"Nearest Administrator has been determined to be Voidus, I will escort you to his..." The figure stopped, head tilted in confusion. "System is currently in lockdown, cannot override without authorisation. I am unable to escort you to the nearest Administrator."

The Aons that made up its body began to rapidly swirl around, flashing bright for a moment, then dimming the next.

"No guidance or protocol found for how to proceed. I will accompany you until an appropriate solution is determined."

[I think I am here. he/him]

On 12/11/2018 at 1:38 PM, Voidus said:

The barrier stood there. Challenging any others to approach it.

Particularly any others who might think they are here.

Suddenly, a man burst from the wall and charged at the barrier, yelling in Swedish.

[Voidus]

The barrier sensed that this intruder was more disposable than the others and so instead of warning him, simply sent five hundred blasts of Aon Daa towards him.

[I think I am here. he/him]

The man was vaporised instantly.

Then another man burst from the wall, charging at the barrier, yelling in Swedish.

And then another. And another. And suddenly it was an army of angry Swedish people charging the barrier. Some of them wore Swedish hats.

Edited November 19, 2018 by I think I am here.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Rekaerb closed his eyes and concentrated. A few moments later, a clone popped into existence.

[Kidpen he/him]

Mahz frowned at the being. "You'll be... accompanying us? Will you be allowing us to continue working on our goals? What should we call you?"

[Voidus]

9 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

The man was vaporised instantly.

Then another man burst from the wall, charging at the barrier, yelling in Swedish.

And then another. And another. And suddenly it was an army of angry Swedish people charging the barrier. Some of them wore Swedish hats.

The barrier wasn't quite sure what to make of this, it had no protocol to deal with a sudden Swedish invasion.

So it constructed an Aon Sheo near the point they were gathering so that they would die when they hit the barrier.

 

5 hours ago, Kidpen said:

Mahz frowned at the being. "You'll be... accompanying us? Will you be allowing us to continue working on our goals? What should we call you?"

It nodded to Mahz as well.

"So long as I'm not directed to do anything else by protocol or direct command." It said.

"My project is restricted, please contact an Administrator for further details. But you may call me as you wish. I have the capacity to infer from context when another being is trying to speak to me."

It continued to smile warmly at them.

[I think I am here. he/him]

4 hours ago, Voidus said:

it had no protocol to deal with a sudden Swedish invasion.

 

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Best. Sentence. Ever. (Or half of a sentence ever )

The Swedes continued smashing into the barrier, dying. None were left, except for one.

He wore two hats.

As the Swedeomancer began his runic Swedish chant (which involved dancing to Swedish pop music) a faint voice could be heard on the horizon.

“Boss Battle”

[Voidus]

The barrier waited. Confused.

But then, several large Aons shifted together, glowing brighter untill they formed an immense smile.

"You think that you can defeat me?"

Another shape began to emerge, similar to the construct that had emerged previously, but this one seemed to glow a predominantly green colour.

The figure strode forth to meet the Swedeomancer. It stood there staring at him for a moment, looking him over.

With a sudden snap of its fingers, two dozen other constructs formed behind it,, all with slightly differing appearances. The other constructs formed a line to either side of the first one to emerge and then they all waited.

With one more snap of its fingers, the first construct caused a swell of irish folk music to begin to fill the area, and as one the constructs all launched into a perfectly synchronized performance of riverdance.

@I think I am here.

[old man moomba he/him]

Another man fell out of the sky. He was Finnish and was wearing an infinite number of hat. Really only two. The Finnchemist stepped up next to the Swedeomancer. 

"But can you defeat us" 

Drums began to play, and a flying Nordic longboat came sailing out of the mist. An army of Swedeomancers, Finnchemists, and Nordbinders were all on board. Someone blew a horn. The hunt was on.

[Voidus]

The large smile that filled the barrier began to falter as it watched the new arrivals.

"What!? You would interrupt!?!"

The smile began to creep back to its ethereal mouth.

"Fine. Enough warming  up, let us begin!"

With that, more figures began to emerge, dappled red and white figures began to be constructed, their bodies seeming to change as they were observed. The Canandra pulled out electric guitars, drumkits, keyboards and more before beginning to launch into a slew of Canadian goth songs.

Not far behind, a group of green and gold constructs wearing corkscrew hats began to form, the Australurgists had arrived. Bringing with them a confusing mixture of other cultures, pop music, didgeridoos and the harsh screeching of dropbears.

Dark shapes began to form, as the Scottaze made their way free of the barrier, kilts draped around the strange mixture of Fjordish synmbols and the Gaelic alphabet they thery were comprised of. Some of them began to swell up before slowly deflating, the glorious sound of bagpipes being emitted from them as they did so.

[old man moomba he/him]

Then, in the distance, the sound of helecopters slowly got louder, along with the opening strains of "Fortunate Son" The Ameriquistors had arrived. The helecopter landed and soldiers wearing jungle camo hopped out. Their helmets were attached with spikes, and they carried spike rifles. 

A ship crashed into the barrier, carrying Sainbligators. The first one jumped out and yelled,

"NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPAINISH INQUISTION" then a flood of Spainbligators charged over the side, firing muskets into the air. They were bald and had tattoos on their faces, and wore a mixture of gray robes and battle armor.

Edited November 20, 2018 by Dr. Jacques Rodriguez

[Voidus]

 But they were quickly pushed back by a tide of Milantrians emerging from the barrier, it was unclear whether they were glowing so brightly due to their fantastic sense of fashion or the Investiture causing their skin to glow.

Following after the gap made by the Milantrians, the Rio De Janeirorgers emerged, altering the state of everything around them with both Investiture, and an incredible culture.

[old man moomba he/him]

The sky darkened, and thick black liquid blasted out of the ground, carrying the Oilbringers on top of it. Some were in Drillform, and had spikes for hands. Others had plasic armor, with Nerf guns mounted on the arms. Still others were on fire, burning the oil on their skin. One of the Swedeomanscers shouted

"THE PETROSTORM COMES, IT COMES!!!" 

But then, lightning struck, and, there, standing on the ground before the barrier, was Loki al'Thor, wielder of the Honorhammer, herald of the North, Defender of the crops. He slapped his hammer against his massive palm

"Lesdodis."

Edited November 20, 2018 by Dr. Jacques Rodriguez

[I think I am here. he/him]

The Swedeomancer danced like crazy as he called up for backuip. Suddenly, a tsunami of Denmarkoloss burst from the wall and started to preform aggressive jazz pieces. There was no stopping them, they were in a dance-frenzy.

But there was more. Walking in like they owned the place was the Chinawakeners. They immediately broke into Chinese Death Metal, Awakening their instruments with the Command to be more awesome. They were followed by the New Zealifeless, ancient ressurected Maori warriors, who immediately went into a haka. Sheep came as well.

“Hello,” a voice came as men in fancy tophats swarmed the battlefield. “I heard you were having a party without us, so we invited ourselves in.” The Briturned quickly got to work. This barrier was going to collapse, whether it liked it or not.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Nobody noticed that Rekaerb had disappeared.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Nobody except Riathor, who hovered outside the conflict, his fists clenched.

[Voidus]

A group of figures emerged from the barrier, hooded, with long cloaks that seemed to be fashioned entirely out of Tulips and chanting together in unison.

The Hollandhakor monks had arrived to help combat this newest wave, and so they all started up a riveting tap dance performance.

[kenod]

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Since when did the Netherlands have tap dancing? To be fair, actual dutch music is horrible, so just go with this instead.

 

[Voidus]

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They don't, but dhakor monks do.
Little known fact.

 

[kenod]

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I'm now imagining Dakhor monks tap dancing with their enhanced strength... And I'm sorry for the floors at their monastery.

 

[Voidus]

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That's the real reason they learned how to teleport, so they can quickly move from monastery to monastery when they brake the floors without having to take a break from their tap dancing.
Some say it started as an attempt to mimic ChayShan and acquire another way to use the Dor, others say that they just have a really stressful life so they needed some way to unwind.

 

[I think I am here. he/him]

The warriors danced long and well but were quickly outdone when a might and feral roar surged through the battlefield. Three massive entities crawled forth on multiple legs, each step providing a mighty beat for the Warriors to fight with. The Chilefiends were here, and just as quick as they appeared, they immersed themselves in world class Dubstep, their many voice boxes allowing for an awesome performance, especially since they were using hilariously undersized instruments.

[Voidus]

The barrier faltered. It's smile weakened for a moment at this newest revelation. But it was still assured of its victory, the barrier was flawless, nothing could ever defeat it. It was made to protect the most precious item in the Alleyverse, and to hold the most dangerous creature.

It forced a grin once more, ready to unleash its final weapon upon the pop culture army that was arrayed against it.

And then it stopped, the Aonic figures all vanished, being subsume back into the wall. The face of Aons dispersed back into the barrier.

[I think I am here. he/him]

The Swedeomancer scratched his head. “Wall-man?” He said in a highly accented voice. “You there, Wall-man?”