HE STRIKES WITH THE SWORD OF WONDER | GOD OF THE CHILDREN | HE HAS BEHELD | AWEBRINGER
It was quite the revelation, but death was something marvelous. There was something quite awing in knowing that there, in that place, there where Zylana and Falyn were rolling about in the throes of killing and being killed, was an end to life. "It is wondrous," the god whispered as he circled the struggling pair and was lost in thought. He glanced at them. "But my goodness it's so unceremonious, so... shoddy. Hasty. Offhanded and inattentive. Where's the weight!" He grabbed the pair of them, eyes wide and brows furrowed in deepest fury. "Where is the wonder!" And even as he roared the both of them came to be clothed in armours of heavenly make, below them steeds of earth and wind, in their hands twin-bladed and tri-bladed swords as had never been seen in worlds before and would never be seen in worlds ever after.
Zylana stood, head high, blade raised, steed of awe turning the earth. Falyn faced her, visor down, eyes bright, sword ready, steed neighing the song of the deeps. They circled slowly, their eyes never once leaving the other. "I have thought on it long, and though I loved you once - and deeply too - still must you die." Zylana spoke hectoringly.
"Ha! I died long ago Zylana - the day I gave you what should ne'er be granted womankind. That heart there churned in the dust below your tyrannous steed - I died the day I gave it you. So lift your blade, woman, I'll prick the heart that wounded mine and see if in it's blood or wine - methinks it neither this nor that, it's liquid hate! Come come, we'll know it soon at any rate."
"En garde!" Zylana cried!
"Death!" Falyn thundered!
Their steeds erupted, their swords flashed, their cries sounded, and ah! Oh! Brave Falyn fell! "Oh me!" Cried wonder, and raised that dying head to his chest. "Oh chivalry! Oh courage! Oh swords and death and glory! Oh! Yes, this is as it ought have been!"
And when days had passed Zylana was no more to be found in that place, but there was something wondrous still. An armoured form sprawled on the earth, tri-bladed sword in its death grip, his killer's arms not far away. Aye, there'd been something wondrous there!
- Interacting with this post by NF. Wonderboi witnessed Zylana killing Falyn and thought there was some unrealised wonder there. Weaving his wondrous art and marvellous ways he brings awe to their death duel. This is as it ought have been! but alas, 'twas not! Or... wasn't it?
- Wehi Tama starting: 0 MP / 3 AP
2 AP (discounted from 4 AP): Create artifacts: the arms and armour of Falyn and Zylana, including the tri-bladed sword of Falyn and the two-bladed sword of Zylana. Technically a monument until these items are claimed, featuring Falyn's body (which, wondrously, will not start to decompose until said items are claimed).
Ending Wehi: 0 MP / 1 AP