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Forever and ever, amen
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Calling out from Scatman's world
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Called into action - by threats that seem harmonized
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Tomorrow comes
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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
The electric display from Gaius caused, much to Malboro's delight, pandemonium. He didn't even care too much about the fact that his own swing hadn't been effective, since Dylan had courteously hit his teammate for him. He took a step back and waited as the Pegasus Rider transitioned to the offensive, heading straight for him and attempting a lance thrust. The former hero smirked and raised his axe to defend himself. Even still, Dylan's lance struck him, but with not nearly the effectiveness that he had hoped. Instead of running Malboro through and ending the fight with a single move, the lance slid off-center courtesy of the axe and landed a paltry, glancing blow. It was clear that Malboro had some experience under his belt—that he was fighting at an advanced level, just as Hugh had cautioned.
Next came Gaius's melee attack. As the tactician charged him, Malboro switched out his axe for his sword, neutralizing the weapon advantage. He took the first slash from Gaius's blade, though the cut it left behind did not seem to faze him much altogether, and blocked the second. “No way you pups are going to be able to beat me.” Now able to counterattack, Malboro stepped forward and performed a rising arc slash aimed at Gaius's head.
The next instant, the air began to heat and ripple. Having already fallen victim to a corrosive, painful Mire once, Malboro was not about to let himself be humiliated in such a manner again. He dodged backward out of the caustic spray; while its range was excellent, Mire's accuracy left a serious something to be desired. Mercifully, the acidic spew did not come close to any of the other Reclaimers currently in the guard tower roof. Beneath them, the roar of fire was growing. There wasn't a lot of time left.
Sanguin, Westroad Village
Sanguin looked around. Thanks to the efforts of Kuur, Lilith, Jeane, Jakobe, and herself, the remaining soldiers were now wiped out. All that remained was the guard tower itself, burning like a beacon of destruction, with the sounds of clanging metal and impassioned yells echoing from the top. As much as Sanguin wanted to race to the pinnacle and help, it seemed like a bad idea to scale a rickety ladder in the midst of a fire.
Instead, she turned her attention to Jakobe. “Yeah, good work there, I guess.” Her metal mask reflected slightly the raging inferno. All around, the ambient temperature had risen. “They need our help up there,” she decided. “But I dunno how we can get up there. The only flying guy is already up.”
Now Astarte has better access to souls, should she ever want another one! xD Though it's no fun to take them like that. It's way more fun to take them from the living.
Edit: Who knew anger can make one as strong as a God.
Level 25 hero, level 1 Avatar. Invidia could literally not be any stronger of a hero, and physical combat has been one of the pillars of his being since the start. Plus, in our conferences, Rtron and I agreed that Vestec could try to corrupt the Astral Home, not 1-hit KO. That counts as breaking the Golden Rule in my book. More of my might was wasted in the instantaneous takedown of the Astral Home than that of the avatar. More might has been sunk into Invidia than the avatar at this point, and more effort, and the avatar was created for the purpose of communication in two places simultaneously. Plus, the creation of those magical barriers is bull. If I had known I could have spent three might to make sure that nobody could enter the Astral Home, I would have done it about 7 turns ago. I had thought such a thing would be god-modding.
Invidia has destroyed, at least for the time being, Vestec's avatar Escre has called the gods to save the planet Escre is appealing to Invictus and Fate for help
Invidia, the Liaison
A snarling response was already thrumming in the air, just waiting to be resonated, when it was thrown apart by the force of the avatar's advance. Invidia could not prevent the sorcerer from latching its deplorable fingers onto its robes, and the next instant, the Astral Home had vanished. In a cacophonous whirlwind of blistering motion and sound, the form of the outsider hero was yanked across space, and appeared, stumbling and nauseated, in the presence of three gods and a devil. For a moment, Invidia was baffled, but rapidly the confusion seeped out of him to be replaced by raw rage. Despite all his defiance, his big talk, his conviction, and his assurance, he'd been tricked by the Execrable One nonetheless. A newcomer to the concepts of emotion, Invidia had no control over how it seized him, and the anger coursed through his veins like fire. A low, discordant growl began to resonate around him, rising in pitch as the avatar of Vestec chattered to the others like nothing was happening. Clearly, the devil was so confident in even the abilities of an avatar that it wouldn't even acknowledge Invidia as a threat. As malice and hatred consumed the outsider, however, his blood literally boiling, the nausea rippling through him returned in force. Unable to control himself, Invidia toppled over and lay, choking, in the dust.
Escre, the Great Spirit
The pale eyes of Escre snapped open. Something was terribly wrong, but when it attempted to discover exactly what, it found its senses impeded. Escre expanded its consciousness to each of the things where its spirit resonated the most strongly. Forever Fall was unchanged. Invidia seemed stronger than ever. The Planet Cord didn't feel any different. The Astral Home...strange. No matter how hard it tried, Escre couldn't bring itself to sense what was going on in its sanctum. When it attempted, it was repulsed. A dark shroud of worry began to settle over the Great Spirit. Only a god could block the omniscience of another god, and Escre had a deeply disturbing notion of exactly who might be attempting to do such a thing.
Escre, closed its pale eyes, as if falling asleep, and when it opened them the scenery was awash with the eternally setting sun of the Spirit World. It looked down.
It uttered an unintelligible sound, and sprang into the air. The floors, walls, and every meter of the Spirit World was coated in an inky black slime. While this would have been worrisome in and of itself, the fact that said malfeasance was spreading brought even more worry. ”Corruption.” the Great Spirit murmured tonelessly. It the edges of the Spirit World were under attack, then the structure surrounding it -the Astral Home- must have already been contaminated. Looking down at the corruption covering the ground, Escre realized that it could not land and sleep, thereby exiting the Spirit World into the Astral Home chamber. ”Vestec truly does not understand the scope of what it is messing with,” Escre said, and prepared to resonate its voice within the mind of every god except Vestec. Sauranath, Arguis, Vowzra, Undasis, Ferghus, even Astarte, on the off chance Vestec might listen to her...all would hear.
”Something terrible has happened. Beneath my nose, Vestec has infiltrated the Astral Home, and corrupted it. Already the corruption has spread to the surface. It threatens all life on Galbar. The life energies of the Astral Home have been used by all of you to create the living things of Galbar. It is why they all have spirits—they are the signatures of interaction with the Astral Home. In less than an hour, every one of them will become corrupted, and Vestec will have complete dominion over every living thing on Galbar, now and forever. However, I will not let that happen. I have been blocked from accessing the Astral Home, but from the Spirit World I can do something to halt this Armageddon. To prevent the world from falling to Chaos, I will use my lantern to recall every single soul to the Spirit World simultaneously. Such a thing will cause the Astral Home, and by extension Galbar, to self-destruct. If this world does not become a barren asteroid field, it will be a barren wasteland. You will have to begin again, but without me making everything easier for you. As such, I beg of you...as a stranger, a hermit, an outsider...please, retake the Astral Home. I beg you to save the world.”
With nowhere else to go, Escre reset its position, sliding out of the Spirit World and reappearing in the far-off asteroid field near a barren, stormy planet. It could easily reenter the Spirit World to carry out its threat, and would, in thirty minutes. For now though, realizing it could not depend on the self-interested gods to save Galbar, it would have to appeal to a higher authority.
”I, Escre, god of Life, the Great Spirit, the Different One, humbly call upon Invictus and Fate for assistance. I plead an audience, and aid, if my purpose is to ever be completed.”
I just watched the last episode of Fairy Tail available on Hulu. Of course it's a massive cliffhanger. This arc actually has me both excited and worried, because of how dire it is. It's doing everything right that I previously nagged on the show for doing wrong, down to having villains you downright hate because they're legitimately evil bastards.
Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.
Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.<br><br>Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.</div>