It had of course been too much to hope for that the guy with the demonic arm, approaching him, would have stayed back as he told him to. None ever listened. At least he didn't step up to him and thought he could somehow help, or worse, attacked him, those that attacked never lasted long. This guy instead clapped his hands together, Enormel could feel some form of energy building around the newcomer and as the guy brought his palms to the ground he could sense the energies flowing out around them.
-Not magic, but not a mental power either... Give it to me! Lemrone tugged through the protective spell coursing around them as walls of dirt and stone sprung up in a circle, trapping the other guy with them. Both Enormel and Lemrone stopped dumbstruck for a moment. This guy was an idiot.
-"Strengthen your spell, or allow me to try and help. I have closed us off to prevent others from seeing."-
... As Emlem stood staring he didn't notice the robotic figure landing on the wall above them. ...
All three things the boy said made Enormel question his ability to assess situations, and Lemrone was laughing deafeningly inside his head. Strengthening a spell when the power and energy fueling it was working against you, wonderful idea, like stating the obvious. How exactly did he plan to help, by offering himself as food? Preventing others from seeing if anything made it harder to keep Lemrone from taking control. As his power was still laughing with abandon Enormel saw a chance, if he didn't use it, it would mean giving in to Lemrone.
-Many'd have to die. So I'll refuse. Enormel said, casting his arms out fingers spread, he could feel the ambient energies around them. Chemical energy holding living things together and keeping them alive, heat permeating everything, life-force of living things, spiritual energy leaking from some astral plane. Electromagnetic fields all around, and everywhere magic, like it was an integral part of the world they were in, elemental power was almost radiating from the night. There were also energies not as easily classified or harnessed, weak divinity, and conceptual forces flowing through and in between the rest. This has to be enough
As his fingers began tapping and drawing lines and symbols in the air, the spherical hull of the protective spell started rippling, wisps of darkness casting their unlight upon it. Suddenly a shock went through Emlem and the spell they had been upholding burned away. A faint mist of energy around them. -... You're giving in? We'll take their powers and SURGE! Lemrone screamed inside of his head when he was no longer bound in the spell. Enormel could feel his power gather in anticipation. It would be a gamble.
-Waas Ha gheels abernaft twos mer krima noerla. ALL IS OURS! Enormel breathed out. His head rocked back and his eyes and mouth opened wide, wisps of darkness burning from them. A shock could be felt through the air, like the beat of an enormous drum. And then energies started coursing towards Emlem, those attuned to magic would feel as if the mage had suddenly become the center of a mealstrom. Others would feel a breeze blowing towards him, making the trees sway in the wind. The grass around them withered as it's very life was sucked from it, the same happened to insects and other weak life, temperature dropped rapidly.
-Ahahahahaha Wahahahaha! More. More. Give me MORE! Lemrone's voice could be felt rather than heard, a telepathic sound radiating through the energies flowing towards them. He was so lost in the savage joy of taking every filament of energy inside themselves he didn't notice how Enormel weaved the remnants of the protective spell. The fact that he was separating the active part of Lemrone together with the new energies hidden by the chaotic tide.
Pressure was building in Enormel's head, the act of taking in so much energy so quickly made him feel ready to burst, but he had to drown Lemrone in it before stopping. When he felt every fiber in his body and every strand of his spirit burning in pain he fell down hard on his knees. Gasping for air as wisps of power twitched through his skin. It had only been a few minutes but his mind was convinced it had experienced years in agony, and it still was. Containing all this new energy took every bit of concentration and focus he had, even with the help of the reversed protection spell.
-Your wall would not have been enough. Enormel said. He was sweating and looked half dead of exhaustion. At the moment he was as helpless as a newborn child. A newborn child possessed by a monstrous demon.
There appeared to be some kind of commotion just out his sight, he could see people moving about outside the tavern, but the lights and screaming was coming from the other side of it. He could feel Lemrone coursing through the protection spell, but the distraction wouldn't last long, he had to find a way to focus. If he didn't have complete control when any of the others, whoever they were, found him, it would be bad.
Maybe, maybe I could occupy him long enough, maybe... Enormel couldn't finish the thought as he felt a shift in the spell, something was close. Looking up he could see a young man with a demonic arm slowly approach him through the forest.
-Don't think I've seen such energy before. Hehehe hehe give me Control!
A lance of pain shot through the mage, making him stagger. The spell around him crackled, sparks of dark energy illuminating the sphere.
-Stay back! Enormel said. Holding a palm out towards Aion. He had to distract Lemrone, something, something close.
Ok all, a little announcement from your friendly coGM Wind: I'm currently taking care of kids at a summer camp, as to why my seeming absence. If anyone was wondering :)
The first cycle is done and stuff is happening. Now the funny thing is that the plan was for us to already be on the merchant ship. Somehow this plan got lost in the posts, it might have been our try at hurrying up the start that did it.
But nonetheless, steps have been taken and reality has changed to accommodate the posts. All thanks to our lovely GM.
For the future however, I'd like everyone to glance over the GM-posts a few extra times. If anything is unclear we will clarify if asked. It will make our work easier and the story move quicker.
So with that said, let's kill some merchant scum! (... That sentence seems somehow wrong, is it just me?)
Tserv had done a myriad of different things since he went off on his own, and following the directions of a poster wasn't the wierdest. Upon meeting his new Captain he was starting to view the situation differently. But he did not judge the seeming youth at face value, there was no telling the true worth of a man at mere appearance. A similar response could be made of his ship. Tricking the enemy was not a bad strategy, though he wasn't used to quite so obvious ploys.
His reason for applying was easy, the Runner wasn't a new ship, and keeping it in shape was not an easy task on his own. Especially when the last couple of years had seen him more of a wanted man than before. The young man and his straw made the former Nhliki soldier sit in amazement before bursting into laughter. The young man was clearly insane, and all the more than he seemed.
He started to leave the robot-filled bar to join the other accepted pirates of Arron's crew on the typhoon. Where his Runner had apparently already been taken. He then got and answered the question most would have had initially. Tserv Diaahk, Gehestl he said, grinning at the human before putting on his helmet again.
Standing together with people he would soon call comrades made Tserv nostalgic, however insufficient his comrades to be seemed at the moment. Arron's explanation of the situation wasn't that bad, though extremely inefficient, something Arms corrected. His new nickname... Did fit his past, and it made Tserv's blood boil. He was unsure if the captain had any idea, if he did he'd have a simple argument with him. One that ended with a spike through a body.
As they rose up through the atmosphere "Serve" ran to his Runner on the hangar deck and back, fixing his tail and bringing his trusty rifles. If he wasn't going to hunt the fighters in the void, he'd make sure they knew he could just as well pull his weight in the boarding. He loaded the suit with an injection and joined the others in the boarding-tube, arriving as they were merrily arguing their plan ahead.
-I'm assault and lockdown. If they let me close I'll have them alive. the big Nhlik said through his speakers as he walked past most of the group to stand at the front with the other, hopefully heavy armored, boarders. His tail flicked over his shoulder in jerky motions, his brain working to remember the feel of it.
Darkness congealed in the clearing outside the rundown tavern, slowly the shape of a young man could be seen, standing up as wisps of darkness put themselves at rest within him and his attire. When his form had stabilized he seemed to relax, and fell down to the ground panting. After a few moments he calmed down, hit the dirt with his fist and stood up again, looking around himself.
-A forest, good. Maybe there won't be anyone here. he said. Then he noticed the tavern, and other, people. Nonononono! Why are there people! he spun around, visually taking in the whole area around them, there seemed to be people entering and exiting the tavern, but there were also people who stood around. Enormel could feel his control slipping, the multiversal sidestep had left him drained. But he had saved people by stepping, hundreds of people. From himself, from themselves. If only his other part could stay away for a few hours, he had thought. Then maybe he would stay in control this time. A voice flashing through his mind clawed that wish to shreads. -I see food Eno... Were you trying to keep this from me? -... -Oh don't be like that. It's such a lovely scenery. -I will not let you hurt them Lem. I am in control! -YOU UNGRATEFUL HUSK! I'LL RIP THEM ALL TO PIECES AND MAKE YOU WATCH AS I GORGE! Enormel put his hands to his head as a mental avalanche of imagery flashed before his eyes. All memories of people they had slaughtered. He could feel Lemrone moving inside, pushing on his very being to be let loose. Wisps of darkness flickered to life from his clothes and body, dripping down around him and pooling at his feet. Lemrone screaming for control through every filament of it, hungrily taking the chemical energy of the grass turning it to ash.
For those close by it would seem that Enormel was preparing for battle, his left hand dropping from his head and twisting his fingers to form symbols and commands in the air, the pool reaching up to touch it. Instantly a ripple coursed through the darkness and it flew up around him in a translucent sphere of energy. A moment later there was no trace of it ever being there.
Emlem dropped his hands by his side and looked up around him breathing heavily. He was only partly focused on his surroundings, the rest sensing the movements of the protection-spell he wove to distract and mitigate Lemrone. He only hoped none would see him as a threat and attack, he'd loose control.
Well well well, this could be entertaining, gotta love versa-stories.
Name: Enormel / Lemrone
Nickname: Emlem
Age: looks to be in his twenties, actually much much older
Gender: male
Species: human / monstrosity
Powers: Enormel can contain practically any kind of energy inside himself, physical/mental/spiritual/magic/divine/existential. His whole being (body/mind/spirit/soul) function like a vault for it, fueled by his well of power. If he is tired or hurt (or really distracted) he can accidentally discharge some of it. The more new energy he has inside of him the harder it is to either retain what he has, or get more. Lemrone is capable of absorbing different kinds of energies, though it's harder depending on the amount and intensity. He is also able to assimilate energies into his well of power, likewise the difficulty depends on the energies.
Emlem can draw from his well of power to control and shape it directly or use it to fuel his other powers.
Shapeshifting, Emlem fills himself with power to transform into something better suited for the situation. When Lemrone takes control he turns himself into a demonic humanoid better suited to draw energies from their surroundings.
Skills: Arcane magic Combat
Weakness(es): Energy that he can't currently contain and/or assimilate, either due to sheer volume or specific kind (holy/light/fire-purifying, wind/void/water-scattering/dilluting are harder for him). When he is experiencing a "demonification-withdrawal" his body is less sturdy.
Crush: there is no time when your own power might take control any moment.
From: OC
Personality: Enormel is paranoid and twitchy, often ignoring his surroundings to mumble to himself. When you get through his shell you notice that he is caring and kind of a pacifist. Lemrone on the other hand is pushy, sadistic and murderous, a complete psychopath only interested in himself.
Bio(optional): Enormel grew up as a mage, but when he was still a child an accident trapped a big amount of spiritual enteties in his body. Instead of becoming possessed however, his magical power "ate" the new energy, and it developed a personality of its own, at first a simple mirage of Enormel. But as time went his now selfaware well of power Lemrone grew stronger, feeding off of energies all around them. And soon tried to take control. Now every moment is a fight for control over their shared being, Enormel trying to keep them from hurting people and Lemrone trying to grow stronger.
Human
Well of Power (Lemrone)
Shapeshifting
Likes: Enormel=serene places and meditation. Lemrone=Carnage and control.
Dislikes: himself (the other part)
Other(anything else you would like to add?): Another one of these?
Well then, time for a big guy. Was looking forward to boarding the ship immediately, but stuff got lost in the cycle so I'll stand around with you guys ^^