@Prince of Seraphs While normally I wouldn't ask this, I don't think the GM would appreciate a flaming vortex of Death chasing Nidhogg around the city, cause that'd cause a shit ton of casualties and damages and all around havoc, not to mention that that's a bit overkill during a time where the situation is deescalating. Since I'm not a GM, I'm going to leave this matter in the hands of @Caits.
Before Nihogg had a chance to respond to Dawn's attempt to calm him another wizard appeared in the dome apparently with the aid of transportation magic. Quickly she warped both Dawn and Cody to a place of safety or at least further away from the dark mage. Though evidently not safe enough. Tiny bone hands reached out of the ground at Nidhogg's request and started to claw at Dawn and Cody attempting to drain there magic. Though no one could see as they did this to Dawn very slowly each hand that was touching him started to steam, then to smoke and crackle though a moment later they were washed away by cleansing water without so much as a trace.
Several things happened at once then, more wizards joining the party, the sound of destruction from the other side of the wall, Cody losing his precious grimoire but Dawn didn't notice any of it. The moment the hands had touched him his mind had been frozen in an intense state of primal fear. For several seconds he couldn't move but very quickly that changed. The fear warped itself into a new form, anger. Fear of death turned into outrage at the one that threatened him.
In an instant Dawn's eyes changed color, gold filled the lenses of his soul and they glowed in the dark like flood lamps lighting up the space. He felt power grow inside him like a storm and in that moment he screamed. [OrangeRed]"I SAID ENOUGH!"[/color] He shouted as he fell to his knees. Then more magic than he had ever summoned before burst out of Dawn in a massive display of light and fire. It churned around him, furious in its intent. Dawn's mind was too flooded for him to know or care what had become of Cody. The flames reached higher and higher as they continued to swirl in a great inferno, they touched the top of the dome and the necrotic energies crackled as they were met with the extreme heat of the blaze.
The Shadow creatures which had been quietly growing in power and number in the corners of the dome screamed at the area was flooded with deadly light. The undead caught in the torrent of enchanted flames that surrounded Dawn gave ungodly shrieks as their flesh boiled and there bones cracked from the heat. The flames swirled around Dawn like a hurricane where he sat in the eye.
Dawn felt sick, he collapsed to the ground in the center of flames. There was a pressure building behind his eyes and it seemed like all his muscles were screaming out in distress as though he was Atlas lifting the sky in his arms. The flames about him felt safe but they also felt deadly. Like they were clawing at him. Demanding more and more until he had nothing left to give. Dawn couldn't see the other wizards in the dome. In fact he'd forgotten they were there as he tried to calm his stomach and avoid throwing up in the middle of the streets.
The magic that Dawn accidentally set loose is a rudimentary form of a spell in his arsenal called God's Wrath. Normally it is a great pillar of fire that will seek out the desired target of the summoner for a full twenty four hours after it is summoned only dissipating once it has destroyed its target. However because Dawn is extremely inexperienced with his magic the pillar that he has summoned doesn't possess the power to seek out and destroy anything. In fact it is anchored to where Dawn is kneeling. It's virtually impossible to put out without drastic measures. It would require an equal amount of magical power to dowse and given that Dawn is an A-Class wizard getting rid of it would severly drain even someone S-Class. However given the situation it will likely fail within the next few minutes as Dawn isn't looking so good. It extends around Dawn about six feet in every direction. It's as tall as the the original dome but since the smaller one is blocking its path it'll just scorch the top of the dome like when you hold a match underneath a solid surface just timesed by a thousand. (Doubt that's enough to do any significant damage to the dome but that's up to Raijinslayer)
Elizabeth shrieked as the curse worked its way into her system transforming her from the girl of eighteen that she was to a mere child. She stood much shorter but her expression hadn't changed. Something else however had, something very significant and it was a shame that her brother wouldn't be there to see what it was. Elizabeth opened her mouth and tasted the air with her tongue before for the first time in more than either years she spoke.
"That was mean." Her voice while childlike was laced with something else, a tinge of danger, of something released from a cage. She stood staring at Nero with a fixed expression on her face. Though the change surprised her at first Elizabeth had adapted to her smaller form. For almost five feet in every direction around Elizabeth ice started to form on every surface radiating outwards from her. Even though people that stood in one place for too long would notice the substance crawling up there boots. Elizabeth spoke again and as she did so her eyes changed to a startling and unnerving color of silver with the whites of her eyes fading to midnight blue. "You walk with death in your shadow and madness in your eyes. Your mouth speaks with laughter but your spirit with hate. Always the fool, always the clown. All the world's a stage but you've thrown away your script. The map's gone to pieces but don't tell the others. Who can know your as lost the rest. Just as common." She looked even more dangerous in a child's body. With her eyes steeped in dark and silver and ice creeping from her body. Elizabeth's madness was twin faced and Nero was about to meet the violent half.
@Zarkun Okay I need to get a post up so I'm just going to ignore the one with James since we haven't worked out how or if he got through the secondary dome.
@Zarkun There's a smaller dome of very thick and necrotic bone inside the initial one. If James busted through the shadow roof Cody wouldn't be visible to him. So should I just ignore James' entrance for my post or wait for you to change it?
Well, there's also accounting for curse intensity. Hitting Nero in the face doesn't get you a mediocre curse. I don't think my description implied that the other person needs to choose the age. If Nero cast it offhandedly, it would automatically gravitate toward a significant event in her life, but the auto-fire favors maximum effect.
For the mind, let's go with Alessi rules and say that the mind reverts gradually, like over the course of half an hour. Of course, the curse's effects don't last that long.
Not not Elizabeth, Me, Prince of Seraphs. If the curse naturally gravitates to an important event in the life of the one being cursed should I as the Roleplayer be choosing that age? The most likely one would be ten when her father died but you specifically said she was now five years old. Nothing really important happened at that phase of her life. She and Dawn were pretty sheltered up until Richard died.
@Prince of Seraphs Doesn't she have the personality of a ten year old or so anyway? Curious, adventurous, etc.
She comes off like that to most people and I myself am still trying to master of the complexities of writing for her without making her sound like she's mentally deficient but while she behaves like a child she's actually very very intelligent and sees a lot more than anyone realizes.
Law of Retrogression – transforms the target into a younger version of themselves. The exact age depends upon the person. Often this curse will 'lock' onto an age during which the target had a significant experience. This transformation may awaken earlier memories or restore forgotten abilities. Typically, the target is weakened both magically and physically, though this isn't always the case. This curse can last up to two days if Nero wills it, but cannot be permanent. Clothing is altered to fit the new body.
Based on this shouldn't I be deciding the age that she regresses to?
Since the age she is now is before her magic was discovered would she still have it? Bear in mind she always had her magic it just wasn't till she was ten that an event forced it out of her. Does her personality regress with the bodily changes or is it just a physically and magically decreased?
Raven smiled slightly at the girl's question. She was learning the rules of the fae fast, her answer proved that as she let her true question be layered in meaningless pleasantries. "For now you can call me Raven. Though I do have a fondness for my noble title." She said with a smile. The message within was also self evident.
I don't need your fear but I revel in it.
Evidently though she was not learning the new rules fast enough. Jessalyn. A pretty name, most fae would have jumped at the chance to hear those syllables. Raven however was not most fae. True names had there uses, only a fool didn't know that. Raven herself had the true names of several dozen fae in various courts. Spies and allies for when her luck turned. However she'd never had any interest in mortals, either as servants or informants. The fae rulers were much more careful about human's than they were other fae. There was virtually no chance of a human coming into the possession of anyone in a position of power if another fae knew there true name and the nobles had ruthless ways of finding such things out.
"Jessalyn..." Raven tasted the name on her tongue. It was sweet and heavy, the girl's true first name. "Jessalyn take a step forward." Raven ordered and the mortal girl did so. True Raven did not have her full name but even one of three was powerful, especially the first name. Though if she truly wished it was resistible. The only way to force someone to submit to your will completely was to possess there entire true name.
Raven looked down at Jessalyn's guide dog. "Lysander... roll over." The dog also complied though he looked extremely unhappy about it. A true name was easier to work on an animal because it usually only had one, though with the less complex animals who had no sense of self a true name held no meaning.
"A name is a very dangerous thing in this world, it represents who you are, your spirit, your soul. Using it any fae no matter who they are can command your actions. Never ever again tell anyone your name. It will mean your the end for you." Raven had no interest in Jessalyn's name and so she did what very few fae would ever do unless under extreme duress. She reached out and placed her hand on Jessalyn's forehead. "I give you back your name." No sooner had the words exited her mouth than the name Jessalyn vanished from her mind. She could still remember speaking it but in her mind the name was foggy, like it was part of a portrait that had been smeared. Raven then did the same to Lysander. She knelt down and scratched him behind his ears and spoke the words again.
"You had better hope that dog can learn to answer to another name. I would hate to see your guide dog turned on you by a fae far less friendly than myself." Raven turned and started to walk away. "If we want to make it to our destination before dark we'd best be moving on from this place. Follow my footsteps. Raven's house while in the Spring Court was actually along the Fall Border. Not the safest place to be with the Wylde Hunt about to ride but she had certain protections in place around it to ensure her safety. It was a bit of a trek which Raven usually made in the air but exercising her legs was never a bad thing. You never knew when you would have to run from something.
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