[center][h2] - Australia - [/h2][/center]
[center][@supertinyking][@Gentlemanvaultboy][@Wraithblade6][/center]

Shooting up, Firebrand is treated to a wide panorama of desolate and empty landscapes interspersed with clumps of plant life both familiar and alien. A copse of trees stands less than 100 meters away from what appears to be a giant scaly mushroom with teeth. But despite this there is no indication of either the massive branching structure that he had previously observed, or in fact any signs of life. It's clear at this point that something is messing with his perception, but nothing could prevent the strange niggling feeling at the edge of his thoughts, as if he could only just see something large and metal from the corner of his eye. But any time he tried to focus on it it was gone, or turned out to be merely another grey human structure. After a bit, though, he manages to spot the very landscape shifting in an interesting manner. He notices an entire area of the land seemingly.... bending, twisting around without ever truly moving. Soon it becomes clear what is the reason for this strange phenomena, as Firebrand spots a figure clad in blinding silver marching through the wastelands. Despite moving in a straight line the figure is constantly turned around, ending up walking the wrong way, and no amount of self-correction is enough to get back on track. As if the very fabric of space was bending to misdirect the figure.

Closer analysis shows the figure to be clad in thick silver armour in the style of a crusader, but with none of the typical marks. A large greatsword is slung over the figure's back, and their armour is covered in seals and small decorations. Scrolls of parchment and severed heads hang side by side on the warrior's belt, contrasted against the shiny silver plate mail. The warrior also seems impossibly large, two meters at least, and walks with a slender grace that shouldn't be possible in that much armour. This is all secondary to a completely different odd feeling that assaults Firebrand's senses as he observes the stranger, a strange tingling across his skin as if he was conducting a light electrical charge. By the way the figure tilted it's head towards him he had been noticed, although admittedly he himself was not overly stealthy, a giant red armoured dot flying through the clear blue skies.

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Meanwhile, Ozo found himself recovering from the voice attempting to overrule his sense of reason. Unfortunately, his blessing came with it's very own curse. Even as he managed to surpass the strange weapon's anti-magic field and digest it, he feels a presence observing him. As if a pizza-sized eye had opened right besides his head, glaring at him. He felt a cool breath upon his neck, and the scent as if something long and slippery were crawling across his back. It was an unpleasant experience, but more unpleasant was the knowledge that this action had managed to attract the attention of something that felt both large, and old. The gaze of an ancient deity. For the moment he could feel no active interference, but being in the sights of ancient and powerful beings very rarely ended up going well for just about anyone involved, with the possible exception of that deity's personal super-zealots.