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“NO ADMITTANCE.
NOT EVEN TO AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.
YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME HERE.
GO AWAY.”
― Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless


Note: If I look inactive or sporadic, I’m not. The two main RPs I’m in do quite a lot on Discord. Regardless of my posting history or frequency, I’m on daily.


Hello lurker/ My old friend/ I've come to talk to you again/ Because a shadow softly creeping/ Lurking in the chat while I was sleeping/ And the roleplay that was forming in my brain/ Still remains with the sound of lurking.

In dead roleplays I walked alone/ Narrow pathways of casual zone...

Need mor ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

(Made in collaboration with @hatakekuro)

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


~~As You Like It, Shakespear


"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."


~~ Macbeth, Shakespear





“All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.”




“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”




“What do you know?”

“Almost everything. That almost part can be a real kick in the teeth sometimes.”

“What do you want, then?”

“What I can’t have.” Wit turned to him, eyes solemn. “Same as everyone else, Kaladin Stormblessed.”




"Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty. They sat atop the world’s highest cliff, overlooking the land and seeing nothing.

'Can beauty be taken from a man?' the first asked the second.

'It was taken from me,' the second replied. 'For I cannot remember it.' This man was blinded in a childhood accident. 'I pray to the God Beyond each night to restore my sight, so that I can find beauty again.'

'Is beauty something one must see then?' the first asked.

'Of course. That is it’s nature. How can you appreciate a work of art without seeing it?'

'I can hear a work of music,' the first said.

'Very well, you can hear some kinds of beauty - but you cannot know full beauty without sight. You can know only a small portion of beauty.'

'A sculpture,' the first said. 'Can I not feel its curves and slopes, the touch of the chisel that transformed common rock into uncommon wonder?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a sculpture.'

'And what of the beauty of food? Is it not a work of art when a chef crafts a masterpiece to delight the tastes?'

'I suppose,' said the second, 'that you can know the beauty of a chef’s art.'

'And what of the beauty of a woman,' the first said. 'Can I not know her beauty in the softness of her caress, the kindness of her voice, the keenness of her mind as she reads philosophy to me? Can I not know this beauty? Can I not know most kinds of beauty, even without seeing it?'

'Very well,' said the second. 'But what if your ears were removed, your hearing taken away? Your tongue taken out, your mouth forced shut, your sense of smell destroyed? What if your skin were burned so that you could no longer feel? What if all that remained to you was pain? You could not know beauty then. It can be taken from a man.'"

The messenger stopped, cocking his head to Shallan.
"What?" she asked.

"What think you? Can beauty be taken from a man? If he could not touch, taste, smell, hear, see, what if all he knew was pain? Has that man had beauty taken away from him?"

"I…" What did this have to do with anything? "Does the pain change day by day?"

"Let us say it does," the messenger said.

"Then beauty, to that person, would be the times when the pain lessens. Why are you telling me this story?"

The messenger smiled. "To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way. Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing you can imagine?"

...




“In this,” Wit said, “as in all things, our actions give us away. If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty – using new and innovative techniques – she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently with that exact level of skill, were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No. She’d be called derivative.

“So it’s not beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not the invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent we think a man can have?” He plucked a final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”




"A blind man awaited the era of endings," Wit said, "contemplating the beauty of nature."

Silence

"That man is me," Wit noted. "I'm not physically blind, just spiritually. And that other statement was actually very clever, if you think about it."




"What is it to be witty, then?”

“To say clever things.”

“And what is cleverness?”

“I…” Why was he having this conversation? “I guess it’s the ability to say and do the right things at the right time.”

The King’s Wit cocked his head, then smiled.




“Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.

“Conversely, if you gain a reputation for being too good, too skilled . . . beware. The better art will be in their heads, and if you give them an ounce less than they imagined, suddenly you have failed. Suddenly you are useless. A man will find a single coin in the mud and talk about it for days, but when his inheritance comes and is accounted one percent less than he expected, then he will declare himself cheated.”

Wit shook his head, standing up and dusting off his coat. “Give me an audience who have come to be entertained, but who expect nothing special. To them, I will be a god. That is the best truth I know.”

~~ Stromlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson


"You see, whether you can draw like this or not, being able to think up this kind of design, it depends on whether or not you can say to yourself, ‘Oh, yeah, girls like this exist in real life. If you don’t spend time watching real people, you can’t do this, because you’ve never seen it. Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves. Almost all Japanese animation is produced with hardly any basis taken from observing real people, you know. It’s produced by humans who can’t stand looking at other humans. And that’s why the industry is full of otaku!"
-Hayao Miyazaki

"In culture an analogous situation leads to the emergence of enclaves shut up in ghettos, where intellectual production likewise stagnates because of inbreeding in the form of incessant repetition of the selfsame creative patterns and techniques. The internal dynamics of the ghetto may appear to be intense, but with the passage of years it becomes evident that this is only a semblance of motion, since it leads nowhere, since it neither feeds into nor is fed by the open domain of culture, since it does not generate new patterns or trends, and since finally it nurses the falsest of notions about itself, for lack of any honest evaluation of its activities from outside."

~Stanislaw Lem, author of Solaris

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"When I first laid my eye on the city of a , I could not believe my eyes. Everywhere I looked, I saw wonders great and small. Metal that lived, stones that glowed, even people who flew. 'This.' I remember thinking to myself. 'This is the future.'
Well well. My interest had been piqued. I've been in a high fantasy mood for awhile, and this may just scratch that itch.

I have a kingdom idea forming around Yamthurr, along with some character ideas. I'll set to writing right away.


That was...!

Was he...?

...famillar...

NO! BAD MAN! BAD MAGIC!

Felt like but it wasn't could it be

Want to run away can't run must act!

PROTECT HIM

DESTORY HIM

protect
destroy
protect
destroy
YOU CAN'T HAVE IT

Itwasdarkanditwascoldandithurthurthurtcan'tseecan'tmovecan'thearcan'tspeakcan'tactalone...Alone...ALONE!


A sudden ear-piercing scream, like a banshee's keening, erupted from the shadow of the cliffs behind Ferrin and a dark shape, lead by a starkly white mask, came charging out of the shadows, shrouded by an ominous power.


Ferrin Astra


Tenrou Team - The Magi's story: Shadow of the Past



Ferrin shouldered his sword and gave Mavis a cocky grin. "I do think first. I will have you know that it takes effort to be this much of a wiseass."

Despite his outward cheerful obliviousness, his eyes were scanning the situation, and his mind behind them, playing out possible scenarios. Most of them ending badly. If it was just Zeref or just the dragons, maybe. But if the both of them were to attack at once...

Around him, his comrades were in various states of shock, fear, hate, powering up, and the occasional schizophrenic fit. Is this baby-faced wannabe Evil Overlord brat really that evil? He wondered. Sure, he'd heard of Zeref, but these people we acting like he'd personally kicked their pregnant mother's puppy or something.

Then the alleged dark wizard addressed him. But he attacked first. How rude.

Caught flat-footed, Ferrin tossed up an embarrassingly clumsy shield. The onrush of magic quickly shattered the silvery barrier, continuing on toward Ferrin himself. However, it had been weakened enough to splash harmlessly against his Regalia's defenses. His cloak briefly flared up in an irregular rainbow of normally invisible runes, the symbols of the enchantments woven into its fabric. They faded quickly, but it was clear to anyone watching that the innocent-seeming clothing was, in fact, a warded magical armor.

Acting as if he didn't have another close shave, Ferrin dramatically raised an eyebrow. "Well. Well. The great wizard knows my name. I'm flattered." He put his metal hand to his chest and gave Zeref a mocking parody of a bow. As he rose he added, "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to attack people then talk to them? You are supposed to talk, then attack. It's practically written in the rulebook." As if he hadn't used that tactic more then once himself.

Instead of engaging in futile repartee with the obvious master, the black wizard attacked with more magic.

Guess break time is over. He thought, once again falling into a battle trance. A few stirring speeches were given for good measure by the other wizards nearby.

Ferrin prepared his magic and exploded into movement...then was abruptly brought up short as an ear-piercing cry overrode his hearing.

A white mask. A black shape. Magic, like a half remembered song familiar yet dissonant. It was dark but it was an empty darkness, crystalline. Like a clear winter's night. Like a fragment of obsidian.

The inhuman shape flew past him, it's body, wreathed in formless, twisting, shifting shadows. The only parts of it that were recognizable were its oddly serene white mask and the two enormous, demonic claws that it held raised. It's keening was a mash of negative emotions: anger, despair, grief, fear, hate, and more, balled up and forced out in something that could only loosely be called a scream.

He felt the wind from it's passage and watched in awe as its claw swing though the various constructs and anything else in its way, shattering them. A nearby boulder was pulverized as one of its claws swung though it, and several constructs, without losing any momentum.

It never slowed as it carved a trail straight for the Dark Wizard. It swung it's claws fighting with pure animal ferocity, but clearly no skill or training. Just flailing mindless berserk fury. Despite this, its assault was on Zeref only; it darted around anyone nearby with superhuman agility, coming close to, but never actually hurting anyone else. It avoided attacks from either side with incredible speed. And all the while it kept up its mad howling. Whatever it was, it seemed to at least be on their side, for the time being.

For once, Ferrin was caught off guard. "What in all seven bloody hells...?" The Aether wizard whispered after the newcomer, his jaw hanging open.

It snapped shut however, as his attention was drawn to Mavis. Mavis preparing one of the greatest Spells that had ever been invented. Fairy Law He felt a twinge of guilt, which quickly turned to fear as his instincts started screaming at him, telling him something was off.

"Guildmaster, don't!" He shouted too late. He didn't know what it was, but something felt horribly wrong.


Kara


@Lmpkio@Eklispe@Rune_Alchemist@PlatinumSkink@Apollosarcher

Kara hated it when prey got away. Watching that soldier leg it irritated her to no end, but she knew it would be difficult to catch up. To the left, she noticed the cart, and several figures around it, including one tne that looked to be Hevel. She released her dragon form with some reluctance to lessen the strain on her stone. She turned to Marwood pointed at the fleeing soldier in the distance, shouting, Cavalier! It would be most troublesome if that soldier called for reinforcements. Set spur to that nag of yours and run him down! I will personally clear you a path, so ride after me!" She spun on a heel and pointed her draconic hand at Osmond. "You. Put that shiny exterior of yours and handle those mercs and thief so that they don't cut off our retreat. Girl, you've got a stick, help him out. Just be aware that one of those thieves is an ally." If Marwood agreed to her plan, she would rush forward in front of him to engage the axman, as he was blocking the best path, and might be a hassle to handle for the lance-using Prince.

She was also worried for the Fire Emblem's safety, having lost sight of Titania, and seeing soldiers pile out and spilling out of an alleyway, with the sounds of fighting echoing from deeper in. She ground her teeth and could only hope the humans had enough fight in them to hold out.

Ferrin Astra


Tenrou Team -
A Day to Remember



As the magic from the spell took effect, Ferrin felt Time Lord pop up, good as new, next to him. "Won't work." He managed in reply through gritted teeth, almost losing focus on the spell. He didn't have the time to explain that the wards on his coat don't discriminate between malefic or beneficial magic, blocking both. It was a shield, not a checkpoint. Only Ferrin's own magic, as the original weaver of the spells, would bypass it. That was an aspect he was working on changing, but at the time, and even now, he didn't have the magical know-how to make the enchantments function like that.

A new player joined, a light Godslayer. He consumed the remainder of the roar that had gone wide, and launched his own roar, powered up by the dragon's. It didn't do much, but it drew the dragon's attention.

Ferrin's breathing slowed. His vision narrowed. He was only marginally aware of the rest of the battle, mostly on the lookout for a surprise attack or stray spell. Voices and explosions blurred together into a meaningless quiet background, analyzed and dismissed. He plotted quickly and placed his plan firmly in his mind, along with every variation he could come up with. And with that, he shifted his stance, just slightly, then: vanished.

There was a rush of displaced air, and a cloud of sand was kicked up. He was moving in a blur, crossing several hundred meters in just a fraction of a second. He would come more into view a few meters to the side, blur again, and then reappear further to one side or the other, zig-zagging in an attempt to disguise the direction of his approach. However, dragon followed him with keen eyes. It bunched up in preparation, then lashed out with a heavy claw at surprising speed at seemingly empty air.

Ferrin appeared once again. This time in an acrobatic jump in the air above the dragon's claw. He kicked off the passing foreleg, spring boarding himself higher into the air, rising level with the white dragon's head. With a cry he swung his sword, erupting into a storm of slashes, striking sparks like lightning from the dragon's scales. His sword paused just long enough for him to raise his gauntlet, curling into a fist and propel himself forward with a magical explosion into the side of the dragon's head.

But the combat wizard wasn't done yet. He used the impact to rebound clear, landing in a feral crouch, sword outstretched. From the feel through his sword, he knew that none of those slashes even left a mark. The impact has done better, but leaving nothing more then a bruise.

That was expected, but he had to try to get the feel of how strong it's scales were, and lucky hit to the eye could turn the battle in his favor. Plan B.

He fell back, supporting the Godslayer by irritating the beast with lighting quick sword dashes moving back and forth with his sword outstretched. He and another wizard tried for a team up, but the slayer wasn't fast enough. He was hit hard and pinned.
Ferrin let out a shout and thrust out a metal hand. In it, a ball of silver energy gathered, trailing a tail of energy. It pulsed with mystic light as the air around it shivered. Raw Aether. Wild Magic. "Aether Comet!". Then, with a step and a quick wind up, he threw the spell like a fastball special.

The magic missile flashed through the air, detonating off the side of the dragon's head, with a deafening explosion, engulfing it's entire head in the explosion. The dragon shook the air with another roar, but this one was full of pain. Hot, crimson blood, steaming even in the hot air trickled down the side of it's head in slow drops, marring it's pristine white scales. It had been wounded. It swung it's gaze, full of rage toward the punny human who had somehow injured it, opened it's jaw, and reared back as it inhaled once again. This time, there would be no escape.

Ferrin desperately threw up a shield, mentally cursing the clumsy slayer, knowing that he couldn't block or avoid this roar. He planted his feet as a semi-circular shimmering barrier appeared between him and the dragon. He brought himself up, hand outstretched. If he was going to die, he was going to face his death head-on.

But the blast never came. The dragon had frozen.

Instead, a wave of dark energy crashed over Ferrin. He immediately placed it as the uneasy energy that he had been feeling on the island the entire time. And now he had a name for it. Zeref.

Wait.

Zeref?

He let his shield and other spells drop, also coming out of Heart of Steel like a swimmer breaching the surface, noting as he did that his breathing was ragged in a way that had less to do with adrenaline, and more to do with his magic reserves: he was running out. His magic, he estimated, was nearly half gone. He had been tossing aether out in a way that he rarely did, and shouldn't be doing. He slumped as exhaustion began to set in. This lull in the battle, while not boding well, was a welcome breather for the Aether Wizard.

Zeref. He knew, of course, of the present day legends around this dark wizard. But the Zeref Ferrin knew was a very different one. Truth be told, he didn't actually know much, but Mavis had told them a little about the mysterious figure who taught the Founders magic. And...more if one read between the lines.

And that was a very different man from the legends. Given, that was nearly two centuries ago.

So which was the truth? Was this really the same man? And if so...

How was he still alive?

But wait. Deep questions be damned: there was a wisecrack to be had.

"What's," huff huff "Wrong, Guildmaster? He called out, his jocular tone cutting through the tension. "You and your old flame have a falling out?"

Ferrin Astra


Tenrou Team -
A Day to Remember



That spell might have had been a big bigger then Ferrin had intended. Aether was great and all, but it's compounding power made it difficult to control destructive energies. Even ice, which was pretty tame as they go. Nothing like the wild, untamed energy of fire or lightning. Despite the fair warning, Time Lord was slow to get away.

Normally, Ferrin might have felt bad for accidentally injuring a comrade. But in this state, any remorse barely cause a ripple on the void of his mind.

"Get out of the way next time." He stated calmly as he dashed passed him.

He pulled in a wide arc, keeping what he hoped was a safe distance, between him and the now-pissed dragon, while he could also keep track of the chaos of the battle, keeping track of events with all the calm ease of writing a grocery list.

Karn, the two-souled chimera slayer, had turned into a copy of the dragon and went on the offensive. If he had to guess, the slayer would not be able to sustain that form long, and the drain on his magic was probably incredible. He would tire himself out too fast. They? Themselves? Whatever.

He made mental note to also stay out of the way of those poison attacks from the other two-souled Slayer. Zero and Zenoram, in no particular order. Truth be told, Ferrin's magical defenses did not extend to poison, something he had spend long and fruitless hours trying to fix. He had to be extra cautious around them.

A great number of their group were milling in confusion, fear, or simple indecision, not sure what to do. A momentary feeling of frustration flashed, before being consumed. He would just have to work twice as hard to see them all through.

It wasn't their fault, not all of them had the level of experience Ferrin had gained. In fact, had he not been deep in the Heart of Steel, he might have envied them. He wouldn't wish the things he had experienced on another, not even his worst enemy. But, those experiences had forged the man he was today, whether he was proud of them or not.

He felt the sudden rush of fire magic from Ariel, even over all the other conflicting energies from the nearly two-baker's-dozen other wizards. He blinked, surprise flicking across his state of mind, as he quickly placed the magic. Phoenix Slayer. She must have picked it up from Penny. First his Aether, and now Slayer? Just how many powerful magics had the poor girl's body sustained? He felt, again, that unexplained surge of protectiveness which, too, was quickly was swallowed by the void. He set it aside. Now wasn't the time to puzzle that particular connection out.

Karns! Move back! A faint mental command from Ferrin via a short range telepathy was all the warning they would get. He paused a beat to give them that moment, and if they did, he snapped his fingers again. This time, activating the second part of the Frost Nova spell. "Tremble!" He shouted. Responding to his magic, the shattered and melted shards of ice each detonated in a heatless blast of silvery energy, like a series of firecrackers. Each individual blast was relatively small, but the collective force was considerable. A shockwave flew out, inevitably throwing up sand and dust.

"I think all I did was piss it off." He muttered.

But things were going well, by the veteran's opinion. With the assembled might of all the wizards present, they might actually stand a chance of ending this before--

More roars shook the sky and the earth and the water.

The Aether wizard skidded to a stop, his heart sinking. No.

More dragons dropped in.

A jet black dragon that materialized out of shadows.
One.
A bird-like dragon, swooping in out of the sky.
Two.
A poisonous purple and evil looking dragon that slurped up the poison slayer's magic.
Three.
And a lethal, powerful, shining white dragon that landed not far from Ferrin and fixed it's golden gaze on him.
Gulp. Four.

Five total. Five dragons. He was giving orders before he realized it. "Group up! Group up! Don't take a dragon on alone! He gestured with his sword. "Support the Dragonslayers, they are our best chance of survival! Anyone with flight or decent anti-aero magic, engage that Sky Dragon! Don't let it pick us off from above! Amaya, help the Karns and the Fire Slayer with that Fire drake! Light magic on that Shadow Dragon! Zero! Zenoram! You need to play defense with that Poison dragon or this will be a short fight! Clean up it's poison! And- Whatever else he was going to say was interrupted as the white dragon opened it's maw and took a deep breath.

Ferrin didn't even have time to curse, though one leapt to his lips. His heels dug into the sand as he threw himself to the side, just as a brilliant beam of light shot past him, faster then he could blink. His eyes watered with pain from it's brightness, forcing him to look away. It wasn't a full-power breath attack, otherwise, he would have been dead for sure. But it was awfully close. The wards on his coat lite up, detecting the harmful magic, and powering up to meet it. Fortunately, unlike other breaths, the white dragon's didn't expand: instead it simply and indiscriminately bored through anything and everything in it's path, carving a perfectly round funnel across the landscape and out of sight. Had it expanded, Ferrin knew for a fact he would be dead. He didn't think his magical defenses could withstand even a glancing blow from a moderate breath attack. His coat would disintegrate, and his body right after. At least he wouldn't even feel it. Cheery thought. ”Hey!” He shouted at the dragon. ”Talking is a free action!”

Speed, then, was his friend in this fight. He quickly regained his footing and martialed his thoughts for a spell. "Aether-enhanced: High Speed!" His misty silver aura redoubled as he cast the buff upon himself. The dragon was now between him and the rest of the group, just about cutting him off. Don't take a Dragon on alone! His words from seconds ago came back to him as an ironic echo. No help for that. He had to stay alive until the others could come to his aid.
Discord down for anyone else?

Ferrin Astra


Tenrou Team -
Discretion maybe the better part of not dying horribly.


…but no one gets left behind.


Ah hell.

Even as Ferrin was turning away, he stopped in his tracks as he heard a terrifying roar, followed by a violent explosion, and accompanied by a rush of a tangle of magic energies.

He turned around to a nightmare. The Dragon had broken loose.

The Aethermage heaved a deep sigh. "Timmy, you had one job." He muttered. He then rolled his neck, feeling it pop. He also noticed in the moment his coffee pot was gone, blown who-know-where in the excitement. Another sigh. "Okay. That is it. We are doing this." He turned to the ghost of his guildmaster and gave her half a shrug. "I tried." He said apologetically.

He strolled over to Hunter, sword down, rolling his mechanical shoulder in a casual, easy manner. "Never have tried to slay a dragon before. Never did see one in my time. But I have killed a dragonslayer or two before. How hard can it be?" He mused, whimsically. "Heh. Does that make me a dragonslayerslayer?" Even as he spoke, he was gathering magic. A whole lot of magic. He was bringing to bear the full force of the considerable power he commanded. And strange things around him began to occur.

A gentle silver mist began to rise from his form, curling and vanishing quickly. A subtle warping of the air around could be seen, like heat over boiling water. Small flashes of gentle, formless, golden light winked in and out of existence. His face grew sharper, his eyes brighter, the muted colors of his garb stood out more then they should. Everything about him seemed to become more real.

When he turned back to face the dragon that threatened them all, his face was set, expression one of grim focus. He went to the quiet place inside him, where motion held no sway over his thoughts, and his focus was absolute. Heart of Steel. He was the absolute calm in the center of a storm.

"No one gets left behind, slayer." He murmured. The words were said softly, yet they carried to everyone's ears.

Louder, he said, "New plan. We hit fast. We hit hard. Take this overgrown lizard down."

His metal hand flashed in the sunlight as it extended, palm up, fingers poised. "For destruction," He recited. "Ice is also great and will suffice.
F R O S T NOVA." Snap, his fingersnap split the air as he harnessed some of the raging storm.

There was a swirl of translucent, slivery blue magical energy, around the entire group. An invisible tension filled the air. There was a fraction of a second of stillness.

Then all of a sudden, with crackling roar, like ice sheeting off a glacier, a iceberg-size chunk of spiked ice exploded into existence, centered on the dragon. It was easily two or three times the size of the dragon it had replaced, and bristled with jagged edges and sharp points. Sparks of leftover aetheric magic arced between them, as suddenly condensed water vapor fell in a sheet of white mist. The inside of the ice wasn't normal, it was strangely cloudy, and the cloudiness was swirling, moving ominously much like a storm. Occasionally, a flash of light flickered through it. Whatever was inside was surely feeling much more then cold. The backlash of cold air washed over all present in a surprisingly refreshing breeze.

Ferrin sagged a little, slightly ruining the dramatic effect. That had been a big spell, bigger even then the Jade Roar earlier, and utterly dwarfing the fireballs tossed by Ashlyn. The energy loss was staggering, but nothing the Aether wizard couldn't walk off. Hopefully.

But he wasn't finished. Already, he was in motion, planning, and gathering strength for another spell, knowing the dragon could take a lot more then that, and preparing in the case of a counterattack. Mainly concerned with ice shards that were bound to fly everywhere, or the steam from the soon-to-be sublimated ice.

The ice held a secondary trick, it could be detonated for a secondary explosion of aether energy, either remotely by him, as the spellcaster, or by whatever hit it with enough force, including when the dragon manages to break free. He was too cynical to think in terms of 'if'.


Kara


@Lmpkio@Eklispe@Rune_Alchemist@PlatinumSkink@Apollosarcher

"Raaaaaaawr!" Kara let loose an earth-shaking roar as she transformed, the actual word could just barely be made out inside the much louder and more animalistic roar. She watched in satisfaction as her prey scattered like starlings...all but one. Who stood before her, foolhardily shouting at her, fancy axe raised high.

She could easily kill him. But there were certain curtsies to observe; she was a noble dragon, not an animal. So she politely and patently waited until the end of the little man's speech, methodically cleaning a gleaming talon in the meantime.

"Are you finished?" She asked him conversationally after a pause.

"Uh. Yeah."

"Good."

Then she spun in a flash of red scales and slammed him into the nearest wall with her whip-like tail. His axe clanged to the ground where he was standing so defiantly seconds before.

"Next time, recognize your betters. Oh wait." His lifeless body crumpled from the side of the house. "There is no next time." She laughed at him, and bounded off in pursuit of her fleeing prey.
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