Nimda

Myriad Reality

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Surrender now, and we will put you mercilessly to sleep and breach the Spire!
*Swaths of decaying energy sweep over us all*

@Realmatic

*Shakes my head sadly as the runes formed by the cracks in the air glow a deep gold*
True Stasis.
*A series of large cracks spread throughout their ranks as if reality were a block of glass; once they stop spreading, every section slightly skews relative to the others—all energy exerted in this region reinforces its effect*

Myriad Reality

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*The Orange, Blue, and Violet Scribes are clearly affected but the others are less impeded and the Reds rain force upon you in earnest*

@Realmatic

*Another part of the scene glows and creates a barrier; the cracks start to form into their own runes*

Myriad Reality

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*The Scribes are unable to counteract this*

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*The pressure cuts out and an onslaught of force smacks you away as the Red Scribes focus their attention on you*

@Realmatic

*Different aspects of the painting begin to glow, one at a time; a crack appears in the air near the mercenaries and skews their view of the battlefield*

Myriad Reality

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Zazriel: *flies down to you and takes hold of your arm* Need help?

@ZAVAZggg

Thank you. It's done.

Myriad Reality

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*It suddenly takes significantly extra energy to move your arm and paint*

@Realmatic

*Closes my eyes and begins speaking distinct, disconnected syllables*
Esthmen portlexvin keinusmuth exshthlapion ensthereiut elsiheb.
*The painting continues itself without movement on my part*

Myriad Reality

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*The light from the landscape becomes heavily diffracted so that the drawing is visibly incomprehensible*

@Realmatic

*Continues from memory*

Myriad Reality

[@Attack Team]
*The remaining mercenaries form into a layered battle line in front of the spire's entrance*
This is the last of them—if we get through these, we can get into the spire and find the last access points, so long as X, Martyn, and SPirit succeed.
*Oranges, Blues, and Reds make up the front line; the Oranges begin strategically shooting a multitude of dagger-like items wreathed in raw, chaotic, destructive energy; the Sky Scribes also target the fighters with an onslaught of elemental attacks and plasma blasts*

@Realmatic

*Starts drawing a large landscape*

Myriad Reality

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*The lightning is redirected away from the Greens as the mercenaries form their main line*

@Realmatic

*It branches outward in order to push toward its destination*

Myriad Reality

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*They move back faster, their vines barely able to keep up; some escape into the spire but some turn and flee toward a line of mercenaries, including Blues, who put out the fire*

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*Looks at Simon* I don't understand who he is or how he got here. Unless he is inclined to help us we may have to remove him promptly.

@Realmatic

*Creates an angular yellow rune, inducing great bolts of lightning to strike them from the sky*

Myriad Reality

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*The vines are all burned away and the Greens, who have no other protection, raise up more, retreating slowly*

@Realmatic

*Creates two converging lines and the pillar reduces to a concentrated point at each of them*