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Oh, here's another thing. It's gonna get a redraft sooner or later, but until then... enjoy! https://docs.google.com/document/d/18JfRt9otI5IxH5zqQr6pdz1dB82vrg1aTcabe6JDVz0/edit?usp=sharing

@2EmLee2 We s u m m o n thou

Ellis did, pressing his hand with it so that he wouldn't have to look at the thing.

"What's your folks's srongest concoction?"

Exactly one person slammed open the door. "Salutations! I need a drink."

So is this cool at all?

Still generally humanoid, as are all the other races

Also I do need ideas for my replacement humans. I was thinking of strong skin tones with natural tattoo designs…?

The Mystic chuckled and ducked each of them, dashing forwards and slinging a fist at Lyanor. His spiked knuckles had been discarded, but now his bones were exposed and hardened by his power. Elya deflected the first rounds of bullets, slicing at each without barely a glance. The Mystic could fire two rounds at once, sending them through the portals at her. In the moment she felt the air shift unnaturally, Elya redoubled her power and redirected her movements. It took the Mystic maybe a second to align his own weapons, giving her enough time - barely - to deflect them. There wasn't enough information to go off of yet: clearly, this Mystic was confident in his close as well as his long-range capabilities, given that he'd let his guard down near her for so long. Rushing in without any clue as to what his other abilities were could be deadly. But time wasn't something she had. Elya grit her teeth; she had to finish this. She had to get back to the others....

Sinew began to regrow across his head, pulling the bits of brain back together and forcing out the chunk of steaming lead. "You're leaving yourselves wide open... ahhh. Johnnie here's not gonna have much life left for me to sap soon!" He got back to his feet, falling back into a fighting stance and turning his gaze to Lyanor. "I think I'll have to kill you both at this point."

Some updates! Y'know... finally. You guys might be aware of my new commitment to redo the worldbuilding. Basically, I was so focused on making things realistic that I forgot to make them awesome and fantastical, so I'm going through and refreshing pretty much everything. The magic systems of the six realms are getting a makeover. They made sense by themselves, but not really as a collective whole. I've already redrafted them, and I like where they're going, so hopefully I've found the sweet spot. I'm changing up the races of each realm because they were... kinda dumb. Haven't quite finished that up yet, but here's a lil' sneak peek of what it'll have: Something better than humans for Ivinan ('cause humans are overdone) I'm reducing the Fey of Feylore from a massive racist hiearchy to a slightly smaller racist hiearchy The Viterans are now nature-y guys who take on the forms of various natural thingses (tree bark, mountain stone, etc) Drakes are now stubby dragonling dwarfmen instead of dragonlings plus dwarfmens Demons are.......... completely unchanged. They're perfect and will never be rewritten I've taken the old Viteran creatures (they were called Fleekers and were basically brightly-colored humanoids) and repurposed them for Carnon because.... reasons (I have them I swear) All this ^ ^ ^ stemmed from changing up the realms, which means that now I have to change up the gods as well. I haven't quite gotten started on that, but you'd best believe it'll happen. I'm also gonna start adding the awesome thingses. Iconar as you know it has normal castles, normal cities, normal people, and normal magic... which means that Iconar as it'll be is gonna have massive castles, epic cities, amazing people, and awesome magic! I haven't started working on this, but it's gonna be way cooler. My worldbuilding may have been boring, but that's got nothin' on the storyline. It was a trilogy (overdone) about a group of chosen ones (overdone) trying to bring down [redacted.big.bad] (overdone). It was basically like "what if Stormlight but different." The characters will probably stay the same... mostly. Given my new specieses (species's? speciesssss?), I'll see about changing up their appearances and such, but their arcs will all remain pretty similar. Frankly, at this point, my biggest character design flaw is that their visual design just isn't cool enough, so I'll see what I can do to fix that. I'm yeeting the trilogy idea out the window. Begone! The whole point of this series is to be an epic, sprawling world, with massive battles and gods and this and that. I'm not going to pull a Robert Jordan on y'all, but I'm not going to limit my most in-depth work of worldbuilding to just three books. Hopefully it'll be shorter than the likes of Stormlight, but certainly longer than Mistborn. The prose itself is hopefully gonna be better (not hopefully; definitely. My old prose is bad), and I'm going to start modeling the sequences after my new favorite medium: ANIME. There'll be intrigue like Fullmetal, fight scenes like Demon Slayer, everything like Attack on Titan (haven't finished it yet but I am LOVIN it), and... maybe a power dynamic like in Hunter x Hunter (). Oh yeah also I'm gonna make art for it. After watching Daniel Greene's video about making decent cover art, I've decided that I totally want a solid manga-style art for it.

The Mystic hacked up blood, coughing over and over and over again... his breaths were dirty and ragged. Then he started laughing. Loud, raucous; insane. His whole body shook with it. "Oh--this is so much FUN!" Elya's hands were shaking. Her breath was uneven. This wasn't supposed to happen. "He's always had an eye for the more chaotic side of things," William said. "Ah, I wish we could continue... but at this point, it seems like these things aren't helping with your mental state, and it certainly wouldn't do well for you to die in just a few moments." She darted backwards, fleeting smoothly across the wood to sling out her blade. Force your breathing back into focus. It won't help them at all if you died here. "Starting already?" The Mystic asked, bringing out his weapons. "I'd expected more of you. Oh well... that's what makes it all interesting anyways." Focus. Balance. HARMONIZE. Elya sent out a burst of power as William started spawning portals. "Expect the unexpected, or you get bored too quickly."

"Touche." He rammed a dagger into John's stomach.

"Glad you like it." The Mystic kept grimacing in a horrendous, euphoric grin. He narrowed his gaze at John. "Tengo V'Harte. Yours?" "They've really turned him on now." William noted, nodding at the image. "I mean that in a nonthreatening way. He's... an interesting individual." Elya stayed on her guard, but the Transporter wasn't displaying any signs at all of betraying their temporary truce. "He heals by harming others?" "Upon bodily damage, the immune system and respiratory tracts begin sending energy to the site of the damage. Having broken past the barrier between external and internal, he can draw upon that energy to heal himself." Tengo cocked his head. "He's become something of an eccentric when it comes to pain."

The corpse twitched one last time, then fell completely still. Sweat and blood began to dry on its surface. And then the flesh began to decay. It was rapid. Skin burned to black, exposing muscle and bone. Blood began to prickle out the ends, but somehow didn't immediately begin gushing. In seconds, the body had become little more than a child's conception of an undead. "Did... you... know..." The voice came in a hiss from the corpse's throat, all consonants slurred as the mouth didn't move. "That... the brain... can consume... twenty... to thirty... percent... of our caloric... intake?" One arm began to creak to the side, pressing against the street. With a shaky grasp, the creature pushed itself upright. "Even with turning off... the parts I don't need... brain tissue happens to be... the most metabolically expensive... aspect of our bodies..." The grin, now muscled and toothy, curled further upwards. "What... that... means..." He said. "Is that regrowing it... is quite a pain."

The bullet zipped towards her face the moment Elya summited the building. Lights. Of course. She ducked it narrowly, feeling the afterwave sift through her hair, then threw a knife at its trajectory. As expected, the blade clattered harmlessly against the back wall of another building--there wasn't any reason for this Transporter to stop using his powers now. Another portal shimmered in the air, but Elya was in a much cleaner position now. She leapt from the rooftop to the fire escapes below as the bullet shot off into the sky, then leapt from the scaffholding to a lampost and swung about to break her fall. Old dust and gravel scraped beneath her shoes as Elya slid to a halt. The Mystic was as she remembered him from earlier: a little short for a Kajtaniak, completely bald (except for a few moss-like spots of stubble on his chin), missing an eye. A massive sniper rifle was slung across his back, still giving off a bit of heat from being used so many times. He'd switched to a pair of pistols, and apparently had decided to be polite enough to give her a chance to catch her breath. "They were telling me about you," He said. "Elya, is it? My name is William." Elya slid her katana back out of its sheath, gripping it in both hands in front of her. "Oh, you needn't worry. Those earlier attempts at killing you were... tests, of sorts. Per say. But if you're here, then I'll allow you to prepare yourself before I have to kill you." "You sound confident," Elya said. "I am." William spun a pistol on his finger absently. "You're more powerful than your companions. That's why you're here alone and left the others to defeat V'Harte. Let's see how they're doing, shall we?" He gestured for her to come over, putting up a weak portal to filter the light from the battlefield over. The bullet broke through Tengo's skull with a sickening crack. His grip on John's throat immediately loosened as he slipped and fell backwards, blood and brains splattering onto the floor. His chest fell flat, limbs started to pale, eyes flickered shut... Yet the smile on his face never fell closed. @Frustration @Tani @DramaQueen

I grit my teeth. Was that really it? The end? Right there? Not... yet-- Ellis gasped, hand leaping to his forehead as a nasty migraine started stabbing away. "Ack-- let's get this over with."

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Very well. Content warning: Graphic violence, cannibalism, and potential puke-inducing sequences (or so I've been told). https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ULsz0-JDaKKQJG7VRLt6RoLCxnhF9oO0noHMOWtjlhw/edit?usp=sharing