[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7f28c785-bb7c-4826-8dbd-4f45a4e28f0c.png[/img] [color=Peru][b]The Great Artisan, Divine Mason, Builder of Civilisations Level 4 God of Crafting (Masonry, Carpentry)[/b] 30 Might & 2 Free Points[/color][/center] Fire from the sky. Destruction. Death. This was not the way things were meant to be. Falling stars. Metal and plasma. No mortal force on Galbar could stand against such a threat. Teknall witnessed the beginning of this apocalypse, and was terrified. These creatures of metal and plasma, whose splendour and might was surpassed only by the divinity, descended from the sky, and with intense heat and furious flame they purged the earth around them, melting it down to glass. Even the elementals, previously the most powerful race on Galbar, had cause to tremble. Unstopped, these star-like beings would lay waste to all of Galbarian civilisation. Yet where had these destroyers come from? The answer to that was plain. Logos practically broadcast his presence on Galbar. He had come to declare war on Galbar, it seemed, and at a time so soon after previous losses. Teknall remembered when he had first met Logos, before Time and the Universe began. He respected Logos for the creation of the Laws of Physics, upon which the rest of the Universe was built, but when he showed his face it was to fight against Vestec, Zephyrion and Jvan, declare himself King, and attempt to purge the Blueprint of their works. Logos had established himself as a great oppressor. When Logos had left the other gods and Galbar for his own corner of the Universe, Teknall had hoped that their next meeting would be on more friendly terms. It was not to be. Logos had come to finish what he had started, coming to purge the world of the works of those who did not create in accordance with his will. Vowzra may have arrogantly held his way as the absolute right, but at least he was not violent about it. Vestec may have marched hordes upon Galbar with destruction in mind, but at least he had given the mortals a fighting chance. Yet here Logos had come with his own horde, and he had sent them out with destructive intent. Teknall had worked to stop Vestec's hordes when they threatened Galbar. He would do the same to Logos' Realta. He just needed an hour or two to prepare. Swiftly he retreated to his Workshop, and took Goliath with him. [hr] There was no time to waste. Fortunately these designs had been maturing in his head for a long time, and only needed an outlet. At a snap of his fingers the Workshop's systems redirected their focus to fulfill Teknall's commands. Metals poured into the furnaces and were melted down to form ultra-strong or ultra-conductive alloys. The chemical reactor began combining simple materials to form new complex new ones with sophisticated and superlative electrochemical properties. And Teknall took a hammer and got to work. Sheets of white-hot adamantine alloy was hammered into plate armour. As each piece was finished, robotic arms took them and etched geometric orichalcum patterns into them. Teknall worked at a furious pace, sparks flying as he hammered the sheets upon the anvil, and soon two sets of this armour were complete. Swiftly, he moved on to the next device. A set of rails were made from an adamantine alloy with enhanced conductivity. Coils for electrical transformers and electromagnets were drawn out and wound up. Then Teknall took out the product of the chemical reactor, and encased it to form banks of super-capacitors. These parts and a few more minor ones were all assembled and a protective case built around it. Three of these new devices were made, one large and two small. Finally, Teknall withdrew his adamantine maul. In contrast to his frenzied crafting, he paused for a few seconds to look at it in nostalgia. It was his first weapon, forged from an adamantine nugget from his moon Auricolor. With it he had raised the Ironheart Ranges. With it he had fought packs of Ashlings. It held a certain sentimental value. Yet it was weak by divine standards. It had barely any more inherent power than that tiny copper keep-sake he had given Gruik. To be useful, it needed to be reforged. Without a glimmer of regret, he tossed the maul into the furnace and melted it down. When the liquid adamantine came out, he brought it under his hammer, and the maul was made anew. The overall shape was the same as before, although there were a few additional details. Teknall also forged the end of the handle into a long spike, so it could serve as a double weapon. As he forged the maul, it was filled with his power, and when he held the maul by the handle and hefted it up, he could feel the difference. It was lighter in his hands, while its swings carried even more force than before. He set the maul, [i]his[/i] maul, down on the floor, and attended to the other things he had made. Teknall first approached one of the suits of armour along with Goliath, who had previously been standing motionless nearby. With a plasma torch Teknall sliced open Goliath's current armour plating and removed it. Before adding new armour, Teknall reached into Goliath's exposed mechanical innards and tinkered with its jetpack. He gave it a few boosts to efficiency and power, and also enhanced the atmospheric jet engines for faster atmospheric flight. He then took the new armour plates and fitted those onto Goliath, welding them into place. Once all the pieces were in place, Teknall laid a hand on Goliath's armour and channeled his divine might into it. The orichalcum inlay glowed a brilliant white in response, and then the armour activated. There was a mighty thunderclap as air was forced back at hypersonic velocities. Goliath disappeared behind a mirrory mirage, light reflecting and distorting off some invisible barrier around it. A smile crept onto Teknall's lips. He called it Mirror Armour, due to its appearance when active. The adamantine armour plating was tough, nigh impenetrable by mortal means, but it paled into comparison to the mirror-like field of force it projected. This field of force would deflect anything and everything, at least anything up to the energy of the field, and even then anything which did get past would be slowed considerably. It was a shield worthy of divine might. At those energy levels, it was even powerful enough to deflect light completely, giving it its mirror-like appearance. Goliath, however, did not have such high power, and as the residual power from Teknall's touch faded Goliath became visible again, although there was still some mirage-like distortion as Goliath's shield was still able to repel all air around it. Goliath would boost the power to parts of the armour reactively, to accommodate for varying needs. In flight the force field could also be adjusted dynamically to optimise Goliath's aerodynamic profile. Teknall then picked up the two smaller electric devices, each about the length of Goliath's forearm. These devices were unlike any in existence, but Teknall knew exactly what they were. They were weapons, operating on simple principles of electromagnetism. Two parallel rails formed the bulk of the weapon, and a metal projectile lay at one end bridging the gap between the two rails. When triggered, the super-capacitors would release their stored charge, sending millions of amperes of electricity surging through the rails, the projectile, and the augmenting electromagnetic coils. As indicated by a fairly trivial application of the fundamental Laws of Electromagnetism, this forces the projectile forwards, propelling it out the end at incredible velocities. He called them [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/halo/images/8/8f/H5G_Render_Railgun.png/revision/latest?cb=20150811021132]Railguns[/url], after the pair of rails at the heart of the weapon. By Teknall's power, these railguns were far superior to any railgun that could be built by mundane means. They were effectively indestructible, as was every blessed creation of Teknall, had a far superior operating capacity to anything built by mortal hands, and they were always loaded with a projectile. The capacitors could store enough power for one shot, so would have to be recharged by the user between shots. These two railguns Teknall installed onto Goliath's arms, like the crossbows and the shields. Teknall then armed himself. The second set of armour was also Mirror Armour, fitted for himself. He stretched out his own arms as the robotic arms of the Workshop picked up the armour pieces and fitted them onto Teknall. The armour covered his entire body, from head to toe. The helmet had no holes for eyes or a mouth, just a vague impression of a face, for any opening would be a weakness in the armour, and they were unnecessary anyway. Teknall grew to almost twice his usual size as he let his divine power suffuse his body, his armour growing with him, and a golden glow being cast about the Workshop. Teknall's right gauntlet-clad hand crackled with electrical arcs as it picked up the larger railgun, his railgun, and it surged with power. Teknall stretched out his left hand, and his maul that was lying on the ground dissolved into motes of golden light and rematerialised in his hand. Then with a pulse of power his Mirror Armour surged to life and a thunderclap heralded the materialisation of an impenetrable shield of pure force. While no sound could carry past the vacuum formed by the Mirror Armour, Teknall spoke anyway. [b][color=Peru]"[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46o6gEYJDxo]Time to save the world.[/url]"[/color][/b] [hider=Quick sketch of Teknall] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1f451dc4-c9ee-446a-8044-3dc53699e115.png[/img] [/hider] [hr] Teknall was quick onto the ground in Galbar, teleporting into position. A kilometer away was a Realta, hovering above a herd of Urtelem and blasting them with plasma. Teknall could see the molten remnants of a Lensling grove, and the half-melted remains of numerous Urtelem. The survivors were fleeing underground for safety, but they could not remain forever, and the Realta relentlessly barraged the ground with a cone of white fire. Teknall levelled his railgun, holding it with both hands, and pointed it at the Realta. With just a twitch of his finger the railgun sent the electricity from its capacitors through the rails and the railgun dart between the rails. The projectile exited the barrel at many times the speed of sound, a hypersonic boom following it. The metal slug left a short trail of plasma in its wake as it forced its way through the atmosphere, and a fraction of a second later it struck its target, the Realta. The Realta's armoured shell provided little resistance to the divinely-powered projectile. The projectile's kinetic energy was transferred to the Realta as it pierced through the metal angel, and in a glorious nova the Realta was blasted apart, destroyed in an instant. The fireball soon dissipated, and chunks of the Realta's metal body were scattered about and fell to the ground. A few seconds later, after feeling the explosion and noticing the new quiet above, the surviving Urtelem reemerged and looked around, wondering what had destroyed the Realta. Yet Teknall was already gone, teleporting to the next Realta as soon as the first had been destroyed to repeat the cycle. [hr] Another incandescent angel of death was standing in the center of a hain village. It had found a mural on the wall of a hut, left there by a Sculptor some time ago, and for that crime alone the village and everyone in it was to be destroyed. The first stream of plasma consumed the mural, the hut it was on, the hut behind it, and every hain living inside them. The second stream silenced the screams of a family of hain who were trying to flee, vaporising them instantly. But as this Realta mercilessly enacted its judgement upon the village, a sentence was declared against the Realta. It could almost have been mistaken for another Realta, streaking high across the sky at unbelievable speeds and leaving a wake of super-heated air. The Realta did not notice its presence until too late. Twin railgun darts pierced the Realta and sundered its body, the noise being like an explosion. Overhead flew the many-limbed metallic being, and as thunder follows lightning a hypersonic boom followed its flyby two seconds later, leaving the hain bewildered and awestruck. And alive. [hr] The storm of white fire stopped abruptly at the edge of the swarm of Needle Fae. The Sculptor ran backwards, whistling for her Fae to stay close. [i]THUD![/i] Her path was blocked as the Realta landed in her way and cast forth a stream of plasma. The swarm thickened between the Sculptor and the Realta, and the plasma dissipated to nothingness the instant it touched the swarm. The Fae were a blessing to the Sculptors. Their eldritch capacity to siphon away almost any energy rendered Sculptors effectively immune to the otherwise unmatched plasma blasts of the Realta. The very existence of Fae greatly slowed the invasion of the Realta. Such facts were little comfort to this Sculptor. The Realta advanced into the swarm, swatting and punching and crushing Needle Fae, trying to get through to the worshiper of Jvan they were protecting. The Sculptor tried to flee, but the Realta was faster. The Sculptor was panicking. She had nowhere to run. The Realta only needed a single opening in the swarm; even just to push past the swarm and touch her would be enough. Her death was imminent and unavoidable. Suddenly there was a crashing sound sound, of metal twisting metal. The Realta was hurled aside in the blink of an eye. Taking its place was a humanoid figure, wreathed in reflections and distorted light, and it held a great hammer of adamantine, having just finished a swing. No face could be seen, but it seemed to be looking at her. Although this new being made no movements against the Sculptor, his mere presence pressed upon her mind that she was speechless and terrified. Yet almost as swiftly as he had appeared the figure disappeared with a muted pop of air. In a few moments the Sculptor regained her senses and looked around. No sign of her saviour remained, but there was no doubt as to what had just occurred. The body of the Realta, mangled and crushed beyond all recognition, lay a hundred meters away, having gouged a path through the earth before reaching where it lay. After staring for a minute, the Sculptor turned and ran. There were more Realta where that one came from. It was not safe to be in the open. [hr] The shores of Amestris were home to strange coloured hairy creatures, of colours beyond the spectrum of physical light and energy from sources other than the physical universe. These creatures were Sirenian Fiberlings, and they were a nuisance to fishermen. Unwary sailors might be drawn into the water and drown on sight of them, but over time their methods had adapted to minimise that risk, such that the the Sirens were generally only an inconvenience, and on their own were not a real threat to Amestris. But such perversions of physical laws brought its own threats. A Realta had tracked these Sirens down to the coast of Amestris, and they were marked for destruction. It descended towards the oceans like a shooting star. But it was not alone in its descent. From the corner of the Realta's vision, it saw another shooting star-like object converging on its location. This was strange, for no other Realta were meant to be joining it. It was only when the incoming object shot off two specks of fire towards the Realta did the Realta recognise the danger. The Realta quickly swerved to the side, and two railgun darts thundered through where the Realta had been moments ago. A few moments later they struck the ocean, a white ring of water foam forming around the point of impact. But the Realta had not time to stop and look, for it had to take further evasive action as the incoming object barrelled directly towards it. Goliath applied braking thrust and projected its mirror shields as an air brake, and in a fraction of a second decelerated from hypersonic velocities to rest next to the Realta. The rapid dissipation of energy and momentum created an explosive shockwave which roared well ahead of Goliath. The Realta had only a moment to study the six-armed armoured robot, Goliath's jetpack droning to keep it aloft. The Realta splayed out its hand and shot a stream of white-hot plasma at Goliath. The light around the point of contact shimmered and reflected, and the plasma was deflected off an invisible barrier. Goliath advanced forwards, swinging a sword, and the Realta flew backwards to dodge. But simultaneously Goliath fired a crossbow bolt, which embedded itself into the Realta's left wing. Goliath pressed forwards, ignoring more plasma which licked harmlessly against its Mirror Armour, and hacked the Realta's right arm off with a sword. Goliath followed it up by impaling the Realta with its spear then crushing its head with a war hammer. Goliath pulled out the spear, and as the Realta's life left its body it fell, splashing down in the ocean below a few second later. Goliath departed promptly, its jetpack booming as Goliath was propelled to incredible speeds once more. [hr] It had been hardly a generation since the Rovaick had received Sularn's Vow from Toun and been able to go outside their caves without fear of facing the White Giants. The mountain slopes were terraced to grow vegetables and grains, and roads were carved into the hillsides to carry logs from forests to subterranean cities. The advent of metal tools allowed them to dig faster and craft ever more elaborate and sophisticated devices. It had been a golden age for the Rovaick. And it seemed it would all end in fire from the sky. The Realta fell from the sky and torched their farms, their homes, and anything else outside. It seemed that once they finished with the surface, they would make their way underground to finish the job of extermination. The Rovaick screamed and ran in terror and pain. In desperation, they prayed to Toun, to Ilunabar, to Vulamera, to Teknall, to Belruarc, to Astarte and to Mammon for salvation. Several particularly desperate souls even dared to beseech Vestec for divine aid, for they knew that nothing short of that could save them. An answer came. And it came loud. With an echoing shockwave a Realta exploded, destroyed by a hypervelocity bullet of adamantine, sparing the trembling Rovaick below. Two seconds later another Realta a couple dozen kilometers southwards was destroyed in a similar fashion. Then another. And another. Though few Rovaick saw Teknall, and even then only fleetingly and behind the impenetrable mirage of his Mirror Armour, they knew that their prayers were being answered with every thundering blast of his railgun. [hr] Fire from the sky. Destruction. Death. This was not the way things were meant to be. Falling stars. Metal and plasma. No mortal force on Galbar could stand against such a threat. So it was not a mere mortal who stood against them. Teknall and Goliath boldly stood in the way of these other-worldly bringers of doom, and one by one they smote the Realta out of existence. Should Teknall and Goliath continue their crusade, the invaders would be wiped out within a week. [hider=I wasn't kidding about the railgun] Teknall sees the Realta invasion, and decides to take action against it. He goes to his Workshop to make new armaments for himself and Goliath. This includes the invention of railguns, a powerful electromagnetically powered hypervelocity kinetic projectile weapon, and Mirror Armour, which has a mighty force-field which at divine power levels deflects even light. Goliath receives two arm-mounted railguns (1 Might) Goliath receives Mirror Armour (2 Might) Goliath's jetpack and aerodynamics are upgraded (1 Might) Teknall makes himself Mirror Armour (2 Might) Teknall makes himself his Railgun (2 Might) Teknall reforges his adamantine maul (1 Might) Teknall and Goliath then return to Galbar and start blasting Realta apart, with Teknall teleporting from place to place, and Goliath flying at hyper-sonic speeds and launching airstrikes. At their current pace, they could destroy all the invaders in some days. 21 Might and 2 Free Points remaining. [/hider]