A Lowly Wretch

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Thessir

A shame his attack was cut off like so. Luckily only the edges of the blades had entered the shadows so when he cut off their port of entry they simply bounced back into the soft mush of his own body. As the light he generated grew brighter he was forced to tip his hat forward to keep it from affecting his face, the back of his neck sizzling with smoke as this motion left him exposed for the moment. When the light vanished he looked up to see his opponent had disappeared. It wasn't hard to guess what he'd done. A little adage ran through his head at that point.

If somebody teleports as part of an attack then they're probably...

As if right on cue he spun right around to see Varjan directly behind him, just as expected.

"It's always darkness with you, isn't it? You have to branch out, my friend."

Thessir chuckled, even as Varjan's fingers sank into his throat only for it to flow between them like he was grasping at water.

"That is funny. I had not pigged, er, pegged you to be a comedian." It seemed as if in response the young man's fist drove straight into the center of his mass with great force, his soft form folding over his arm from the force. If his flesh were any less spongy he might of tore a hole in his shirt. Luckily for Thessir not being tough often paid off.

"I know who you are, Thessir. We're alike, you and I. Black sheep among the flock. You in a more literal sense and I, in a metaphorical way." Right as his fist began to glow Thessir's upper body seemed to leap right off his lower body at the division between his shirt and pants. With the cloth serving to protect against the light given off by his fist Thessir had used his torso to flip off his legs in an acrobatic attack on him. As he flipped multiple times forward above his head he produced his main daggers from his sleeves and used the speed born from the rotations to slash at Varjan with great force. His daggers were aimed to slice the muscles just above his clavicles, each blade positioned to cut between his shoulders and his neck.

Unable to confirm the damage he landed on his torso's base, the thick tendrils comprising it balancing him as he landed. Landing slightly hunched forward on the stump that was now his body he reached up and tipped his hat back to keep the sunlight off the back of his neck as it stung ever so much. Even though his teeth had the same color and consistency as the rest of his body he still wore a grin which reached from ear to pointy ear.

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"But I know more than that, Thessir. I know who your people are. I can help them. Free them."

Thessir spun around towards Varjan quite suddenly, his smile now gone. Given their height disparity, especially now that Thessir was only half there, The brim of his hat cut off his entire view of Varjan from the knees up. consequentially his own face was obscured by the hat as well. He made no effort to change this.

"Free them from what, my oddly prescient foe?" Using his shadow travel his base tendrils reached through his own shadow to grasp his legs which laid before Varjan. As the rule demands anything that travels through a disappearing shadow ejects through the remaining side at a very high rate of speed. Since the shadow cast by the legs were to disappear as soon as he pulled them through the moment he did they rocketed up into him, launching him high above Varjan. To the crowd this height would be exaggerated by the fact that they were still standing atop the stone pillar.

Near the apex of this launch Thessir angled himself to dive for Varjan. He had dramatically swept his coat across, concealing his body from him as well as hiding the angle of his incoming strikes. Between the rim of his hat and his coat's tall hiked up collar only a sliver of his face could be seen through the sweeping flutter of dark garments. It was just enough to see through yet at a moments notice he could close his face off with a decisive tilt of his head. He had four arms formed within the sleeve for his left arm, one of them wielding one of his daggers and three others wielding other assorted knives. The sun burned at the gaps left open by him from above but it was an acceptable price to pay in his eyes. He still had a couple minutes worth of exposure to the sun left in him before he ran the risk of losing something necessary to the process of living.

"They are already free!" His voice rang with a tinge of... Something, as he beckoned his excited battle cry.

Maybe anger? Sadness?... Regret?

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR - Alright. Is that awareness give one a sense of the direction their Hex Symbol is or just that it's being held?

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR - We shall see. Sophia isn't chomping at the bit to get at her hex symbol but she'd rather take it than see it destroyed this early into the competition. That reminds me of another question I remembered I just had.

Do magical girls innately sense where their hex symbols are or are they able to lose track of where they are?

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

@VitaVitaAR - I have a couple questions. Firstly do the magical girls already have their hex symbols or do they receive those in a later event?

Secondly can the hex symbols break from any sort of damage or does it need to be a special sort of damage? Can one be broken simply from dropping it too hard?

If the needle girl does have her hex symbol on her I'm considering having the raven steal the glass orb away before it can be destroyed (with your permission of course).

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lmpkio - There's one more post left for this event. The culmination of this power, much like the Fear Spire event, will result in a new Divine Cord being born into this world. It's fate will either be decided... Or not. I have a plan either which way this goes.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Lord Zee@Vega7@ZekariVoblis@Stern Algorithm@Duoya@Kalas@Lmpkio@Dealdric@Leotamer

I have posted the update! In addition I am performing both a roll-call and a notification to find out who's still participating and to let everyone know the changes made to the rules.

I've gone ahead and mentioned everyone I believe is still actively participating so they will see this announcement. Do keep in mind that my memory isn't perfect so if I haven't mentioned you and you're still participating do let me know. If you were mentioned and you aren't participating my apologies if I may have forgotten or missed that OOC post.

I'm announcing that I've added a new rule to the OOC rules section. As I've mentioned in the past I do not allow deities to be brought in as NPC's since they are too important to the narrative to be relegated to the status of side characters. There are events which effect the divine on a global scale (such as the upcoming event) and will apply to all deities, no exceptions. This wasn't, however, a printed rule on the front page before so I decided to finally update it to include that. Now, I'll be lenient towards those who might be dabbling in such matters before this announcement since it wasn't strictly a rule until now but from here on out there will be no deities without players sitting about the world. My apologies to those this negatively effects but I feel this needs to be implemented for the good of the story.

As a side note this only applies to deities. Other creations are free to remain unattended for any amount of time. If they occupy a fair chunk of the land and the player behind them has left they may run the risk of being acted upon by other players. I shall respect my player's wishes whenever possible, regardless of whether they wish to remain or leave.

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It certainly has been a rather hectic holiday. Having a cold I've still been running at low wattage for much too long for my tastes and things really haven't slowed down in that time. People have joined, people have left and things have been a bit of a jumble over these holidays. Nevertheless I am happy to say that with those still on board for this journey I still have much in store and we're moving full steam ahead.

My aim is to cover several important periods of history where the world is ripe for shaping, each stage punctuated with events which reveal why Tabrasa, the divine and humanity are the way that they are. This is but the first stage in this world's history and depending on how you all feel the time spent between the next stages will be either much farther apart or closer together. Overall I estimate that the meat of the story will take place around the point where humanity will have developed the majority of the building blocks necessary for the trappings of a high-fantasy medieval adventure. This means castles, cities and weapons more complex than stones tied to the ends of sticks. What else they have is up to you all as you are their gods. Their future is yours to shape.

Edit: @ZAVAZggg@Stabby - Here's a mention for you both as well since I'm due to introduce your deities once the passage into the next stage arrives.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Even as Hayim watched on through teary yellow eyes it seemed all for naught. He could not lose himself to the way of the forest quite like it seemed the dragons were about to.

Wings, teeth, scale and claw were naught before the power that assailed them. The skin which webbed between the bones of their wings turned firm and ripe with vibrant green chlorophyll. Their teeth were turned into cold hard wood. Their scales became tough and rigid bark. Even their claws were changed into long, sharply edged roots. Though they moved still it was not muscle and sinew which pulled their limbs but vines and fibers instead. Their blood was now sap, their eyes now light-sensitive fruit tucked beneath their hard wooden brow. They no longer had anymore right to call themselves dragons than the tall ents of this forest had to call themselves human.

This process did not discriminate between the dragons of Sveiand and those of Ragnageddon either. It mattered not which god's essence ran in their veins for the aura would claim them all as plants. Neither Drakairos nor Azhriel were safe either, even if it did take longer for the changes to take place. The physical form was always the first to change as their soft meat would begin to morph into wood and fiber. They could feel their eyes begin to harden into soft fruits and Azhriel's hair would be starting to thicken and turn green. All the while their attacks were futile as the tree healed over any harm it sustained in mere moments, carrying the scars of these wounds into the rings which formed it's many, many layers.

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All the while the fruit that was born of Thesan's attack trembled under the immense pressure it's heat was generating. The red fruit trembled even as it transformed fully, the temperature having remained despite it all. In one tremendous burst the fruit burst open from the force of it's juices exploding outward simply due to how hot it was. From it came a massive shower of bright red juice and seeds which ruptured forth like artillery shells. Though random in their scattering a number of dragons were plastered with scraps of it's flesh and juices, it's seeds catching a couple dragons in their trajectory and ripping through them like stones through water. Those who were covered with the juices of the fruit howled in extreme pain. Even despite their new state of body the juices were so spicy they could feel it's burn sizzle right down to their core. That's not even factoring in that the temperature of these juices were hot enough to melt led.

As the seeds impacted the ground below they burrowed deep before sprouting almost immediately after. From the large, round, hostile looking peppers grew and proliferated across the forest floor. Calling it a forest at this point was almost a misnomer as the landscape was now something of a bizarre jungle consisting of almost all plants you might find in Tabrasa and even some that didn't even exist before like the peppers, the stones or the dragons.

High above the two lights danced faster and faster, spiraling around one another in a helix which seemed to begin tightening around itself. The beam was growing thinner, more intense that before now. While the aura's radius was beginning to shrink the potency of it's changes were intensifying, those caught within changing faster and faster the closer they were. Hidden deep within the trunk of the tree the deep black color that infused the spiral spire was receding, falling back towards the core of the world.

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The time of it's creation was nigh.

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Relevant to: @Duoya@Lmpkio@Kalas.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Just an update: I've come down with a cold which has slowed down my creative processes a tad. I'd rather take another day to flesh out a post rather than rush something so I'll try and have the update on the event up tomorrow. My apologies for this delay.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

It appears I have some work cut out for me. Apologies for how short this post is but I'll try and elaborate more once I've finished my next spire event post and updated the rules in the OOC. I should have that all done by tomorrow evening at which point I'll try to address everything currently happening as best as I can.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Dealdric - Due to the next event still pending I can't discuss certain matters right now but when the time comes I'll let you know why that doesn't work for a number of reasons.

Do be patient. It'll be soon.