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...end of the world? let it come or let it pass, remember a reluctance to eat is a reluctance to live, and the gets cast not lot their lot with any other, nor even eachother, by their own volition, volatile, as vomited unto this planet they were, be there continuation of fate twined a cursed blessing, or blessed curse, doomed to wanderlust, restlessly relentless, into the direction of a wind, or against it, without pattern or purpose or pride, devoid of feeling, that the action or inaction of a more determined race take by force the reigns of their fate, would they be neither be inspired nor demoralized, lacking morale altogether, too morality, more and more despicable the closer one looks, past the ugly surface and into the ugly heart, past the ugly heart and into the ugly soul, a wretched hole within a hole within a hole, infinitely deep in both directions, the color of eternal sorrow...
Bo-Rak and Probe emerge from the twisting caverns beneath the Lightscar just in time to see the Obsidion Mountain explode and the Destroyer set free. Even this far south they feel his footsteps. Bo-Rak holds the Spear of Humanity. Probe is holding the Sword of Destruction. He makes a fateful decision. His god Hutan has told him about the Destroyer.
"Probe, take us to the Destroyer as fast as you can!"
"AFFIRMATIVE!" Probe said.
Probe Omega Two easily converted to flight mode and he started flying them both north...
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Elves reacted swiftly, no words or thought even having time to surge through their heads as an arrow flew at the get from the woodland covers, straight at the get. It seemed its accuracy was almost improbable heading straight for its vital parts, fueled by a deep racial hatred for the creature. Perhaps, if the gods were kind, the arrow would miss or be dodged.
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Farael, former angel and now god of the Fallen, was not surprised when the Destroyer was released. He was not surprised that one of his people, Alsokar, had been the one who drew the sword. He believed these events were inevitable. He had prepared his people for war. They were Primevans! This land was named after its first city, Primeva. If neccesary, Farael himself would fight the Destroyer. He was a god, after all.
HOWEVER, he was not prepared for a piece of the Obsidion Mountain the size of a city fall from the sky to Primeva. Farael screamed NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO as he flew into the sky towards the titanic rock, hoping that he could somehow stop it from falling. He could not.
Like a giant shadow the top of the Obsidion Mountain crashed into the city of Primeva, the first city by the Great Sea, and it was destroyed...
In the depths of the forest, my little miracle finally comes. A crack, a shudder, and my son comes into the world. His steel skin is beautiful, bright and strong and glorious. I fold my wings around him and take him into my embrace as he takes his first breaths. He cannot see me, but he tastes my echoes on the winds of gravity and knows my life force from the color of my being. As he rests his exhausted head upon my breast, I sing to him. A song of peace. That peace is shattered 2 hours later, the prison is open, The Destroyer is free and we are all in a lot of trouble.
My D'kin are in a panic, reports are lost, meetings are held, the beginnings of a stupid cult are gently but firmly put down and Ambassador Ketz of the Couatl is indisposed, I suspect he is trying and failing to get useful information or answers from his kin. The Primarch comes to me, poorly hiding his sense of panic, as I feed my child. He fears the child's rather alien form, but he will learn to accept it in time.
He explains the situation, though I already know, and asks what he should do. I ask him what he THINKS we should do, and as a mother teaches her children I help him calm his rational mind and work out a planned response.
Construction begins on a new project. I assist in design, but mothering takes up most of my time. I shall catch up on probe reports some other day, or year.
I pause, on a lark I cast a single messaging spell, one-way, to the one who broke the prison. "Nice job breaking it hero, hit up the big flying city, see if there's anyone alive to help you."
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Probe 1 handler team report: Humans are filthy creatures. They live in squat little cities and squabble over everything. The few who wield political or magical power are somewhat impressive, but are still quite limited. There is little communication or cooperation between settlements or specialists. This, however, is as expected. Unexpected events have occurred near 3 major human population centers;...
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You receive a one way spell message from Alsokar, who apparently survived. It says,"I don't know where I am. I still have the Obsidion Sword. Gods forgive me. No one can help me now. I have to find a way to stop him. Where is the big, flying city?"
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Check complete, systems recalibrated, uplink feed stabilized, stealth suite online.
Contact is restored, surviving handler has formed telepathic bond with self, transferred engrams and gestalt have upgraded current heuristics by 132%. Feedback has terminated handler, self is humbled by her sacrifice. Self will attempt to honor sacrifice by completing new mission objectives.
Reflection: initial contact with Citadel security resulted in attack. Stealth suite engaged, secondary contact initiated; self "sneaked in and looked around." Internal layout suggested severe redesign over previous cycles, evidence of former D'kin residents/soldiers fighting each other. Long-term conflict, bodies "defiled." Data fragments from internal security suggest one faction "upgraded" organic systems with constructed components, attempted to force "upgrades" on other faction. Weapons and tactics increasingly brutal, deployment of weapons-grade memetic agents induced confusion and full insanity on victims. Memetic agent contaminated uplink, handler team infected, majority of handler team terminated. Silence, heuristic engine developed fault, probe Omega three unable to reconcile, systems degraded. Surviving handler re-initiated contact, sacrificed self to repair/upgrade self's mental architecture.
I am, and I have a purpose. Citadel systems repairable, subject "Alsokar" and Platinum Dragon ally are extremely powerful. Study of organic mind have led self to develop countermeasures to memetic agents and warrior/probability-manipulator are powerful team. Final objective from command and from handler are self's orders; recruit subject Alsokar, clear dead city, take control of propulsion systems, destroy or re-imprison destroyer by any means necessary.
Self repurposes communication software, contacts Alsokar and gives flying directions.
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Check complete, systems recalibrated, uplink feed stabilized, stealth suite online.
Contact is restored, surviving handler has formed telepathic bond with self, transferred engrams and gestalt have upgraded current heuristics by 132%. Feedback has terminated handler, self is humbled by her sacrifice. Self will attempt to honor sacrifice by completing new mission objectives.
Reflection: initial contact with Citadel security resulted in attack. Stealth suite engaged, secondary contact initiated; self "sneaked in
and looked around." Internal layout suggested severe redesign over previous cycles, evidence of former D'kin residents/soldiers fighting each other. Long-term conflict, bodies "defiled." Data fragments from internal security suggest one faction "upgraded" organic systems with constructed components, attempted to force "upgrades" on other faction. Weapons and tactics increasingly brutal, deployment of weapons-grade memetic agents induced confusion and full insanity on victims. Memetic agent contaminated uplink, handler team infected, majority of handler team terminaccccted. Silence, heuristic engine developed fault, probe Omega three unable to reconcile, systems degraded. Surviving handler re-initiated contact, sacrificed self to repair/upgrade self's mental architecture.I am, and I have a purpose. Citadel systems repairable, subject "Alsokar" and Platinum Dragon ally are extremely powerful. Study of organic mind have led self to develop countermeasures to memetic agents and warrior/probability-manipulator are powerful team. Final objective from command and from handler are self's orders; recruit subject Alsokar, clear dead city, take control of propulsion systems, destroy or re-imprison destroyer by any means necessary.
Self repurposes communication software, contacts Alsokar and gives flying directions.
Alsokar used a Fly and Teleport spell to get to the flying city. He only has his clothes and the Obsidion Sword.
"Who is in charge here?" He yelled. "We have to fly to the Destroyer! He has to be stopped!"
The Destroyer takes another step and the earth quakes again. Alsokar can actuallly see him coming in the distance...
My "creation" is making me so proud. I feel like a proud father seeing his son take his first steps. Destroy the World of Beriya above, my son, and I shall destroy it below!
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Alsokar used a Fly and Teleport spell to get to the flying city. He only has his clothes and the Obsidion Sword.
"Who is in charge here?" He yelled. "We have to fly to the Destroyer! He has to be stopped!"
The Destroyer takes another step and the earth quakes again. Alsokar can actuallly see him coming in the distance...
The pod-shaped flying machine winks into visibility, it does not turn away from the titanic stone door it tinkers with as it addresses him.
"This city became a realm of mechanical madness and sealed itself up, those within are dead or...in need of death. This one sees you have a facility with destruction."
The machine turns to face him as the door opens with a great rumbling and the shriek of shearing metal, it stop when it is barely wide enough for a single person to slip through. The probe reaches into an internal compartment and offers the Primevan a pair of shadowy spectacles.
"This counteragent will protect your organic mind from being compromised and ignore most illusions. We must make our way to the control room and destroy any forces guarding it. Control room contains ability to activate Citadel's primary weapons, call for reinforcements, or even attempt ramming maneuver.
Be warned, biped, internal security systems are highly dangerous."
The floating machine pauses, and speaks in a more personable tone for a moment.
"But then, danger seems to be your bailiwick, doesn't it? Let's go, we have a lot of corridors to fight through."
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The One in Twenty tries in vain to appeal to the gets' hatred for the elves, but finds them impossible to motivate. It considers taking wyrm form and forcing them towards the forest, but even now their proximity begins to make the disguised dragon a little nauseous. It's like their self-loathing is a contagious force.
It's not making the dragon loathe itself, that is to say. It's just making it loathe the gets even more.
Frustrated, the One in Twenty returns to the forest. It removes its get suit before coming too close, remolding it into a rabbit's shape and putting it back on.
The gray-furred hare springs through the Forest of Beginnings, heading straight for the World Tree.
Meanwhile, the humans begin to grow impatient. They came here to hunt, not to talk. Long has this forest of riches been barred to them, and even now they see the eyes in the trees ready to shoot them down. This angers them even more—as if they would be the prey in any scenario!
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The One in Twenty tries in vain to appeal to the gets' hatred for the elves, but finds them impossible to motivate. It considers taking wyrm form and forcing them towards the forest, but even now their proximity begins to make the disguised dragon a little nauseous. It's like their self-loathing is a contagious force.
It's not making the dragon loathe itself, that is to say. It's just making it loathe the gets even more.
Frustrated, the One in Twenty returns to the forest. It removes its get suit before coming too close, remolding it into a rabbit's shape and putting it back on.
The gray-furred hare springs through the Forest of Beginnings, heading straight for the World Tree.
Meanwhile, the humans begin to grow impatient. They came here to hunt, not to talk. Long has this forest of riches been barred to them, and even now they see the eyes in the trees ready to shoot them down. This angers them even more—as if they would be the prey in any scenario!
The Humans, led by a dragon cult warrior called Dar-Khan (and other humans), decide to enter the forests of unrivaled riches, and they will kill anyone who gets in their way!
"Hutan is not the only god Humans can prayer to!" Dar-Khan tells the other human hunters!
"There are other gods among the stars! Even now a god walks the land towards us! Let us take what we can now before it arrives and destroys us too!"
They advance and the eyes in the trees make their move...
Alsokar used a Fly and Teleport spell to get to the flying city. He only has his clothes and the Obsidion Sword.
"Who is in charge here?" He yelled. "We have to fly to the Destroyer! He has to be stopped!"
The Destroyer takes another step and the earth quakes again. Alsokar can actuallly see him coming in the distance...
The pod-shaped flying machine winks into visibility, it does not turn away from the titanic stone door it tinkers with as it addresses him.
"This city became a realm of mechanical madness and sealed itself up, those within are dead or...in need of death. This one sees you have a facility with destruction."
The machine turns to face him as the door opens with a great rumbling and the shriek of shearing metal, it stop when it is barely wide enough for a single person to slip through. The probe reaches into an internal compartment and offers the Primevan a pair of shadowy spectacles.
"This counteragent will protect your organic mind from being compromised and ignore most illusions. We must make our way to the control room and destroy any forces guarding it. Control room contains ability to activate Citadel's primary weapons, call for reinforcements, or even attempt ramming maneuver.
Be warned, biped, internal security systems are highly dangerous."
The floating machine pauses, and speaks in a more personable tone for a moment.
"But then, danger seems to be your bailiwick, doesn't it? Let's go, we have a lot of corridors to fight through."
Alsokar follows the pod, and he is unfazed by it. In the maze of the sword that he now carries, he saw much more stranger sites. He doesn't know what a "control room" is, but he does understand what ramming is.
"I know this flying Citadel can fly, and I know it can be flown into the Destroyer. I know my life is forfeit for releasing him. Even though it will cost me my life, I will stop him."
As he runs after the pod, Alsokar looks with the Obsidian Sword, hoping to find an answer. Maybe the sword that released him and imprison the destroyer again...
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The Elven ambassador's friendly smile turned to a cold, disappointed glare within a moment, seeking to provide the impression that the humans must have done something fundamentally wrong. Two elves clad in scalemail and wielding tall, lean shields with beautiful curved swords moved up to cover him from arrows as his hand signaled a quick and efficient order to attack. Within a moment, a thousand arrows would fly at the humans from all directions, their accuracy deadly and keen, fueled by the Elven senses.
They would be at a disadvantage against the more physically brute humans, but at a game of archery, few races could win against them. The small elven shield wall began to move backward, unhindered by the thick growth for this was indeed their home. For the humans, however, this may be quite the difficult terrain.
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The One in Twenty, disguised as a simple hare would soon before him see the colossal World Tree, impaled with a sharp obsidian shard. The sylvan giant seemed to be in great agony, but slowly its power returned. Very slowly.
Around it, approximately every few hundred feet stood men in short robes patterned with leaves, their faces covered in hoods, chanting something in a strange, mesmerizing language that was not Elven. The very Ley Lines bent as primal natural energies surged around through this place, causing all kinds of weather anomalies. Guarding each Druid was a squad of five Elven soldiers clad in scale mail and wielding long curved blades, bows and some were equipped with shields to boot.
However, the hare would feel something to be odd. Out of the ordinary. As if something was woken with this brilliant display of the mystical Druidic arts. Something terroble, yet wonderful. And it was watching the One in Twenty.
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Observation: I have taken a somewhat humanoid shape and I am now flying north, with the human Bo-Rak, to confront The Destroyer. Odds of rendering the Destroyer inert are .00000000000000001%.
Statement: I am carrying the human in a pod attached to my back to protect his body from high winds and debris. Shards of the Obsidian Mountain are still falling. He is enjoying the ride, based on his statements since the beginning of the flight.
Bo-Rak is carrying a weapon called the Spear of Humanity, created by Hutan, who claims to be the god of hunting. My initial analysis shows me it can damage all known objects, but I have not done a full analysis on the Destroyer.
Speculation: we are doomed.
Observation: I am carrying a weapon called the Sword of Destruction. It was crafted by Dogarr, who claims to be the god of destruction. My initial analysis indicated it can cause considerable damage to anything it strikes, but I have not done a full analysis of the Destroyer.
Second Speculation: we are still doomed.
Observation: in one of my compartments I am carrying a object called the Amulet of Annihilation, that was attached to a necklace made of an unknown metal. I will analyze it. Its current form is broken in two; it was pierced by the Spear of Humanity. That piercing caused an explosion that created the region currently called the Lightscar.
Third Speculation: the object was not crafted by Dogarr, but another so called "god". Further, the object in question can be repaired. It has a quality of being able to annihilate any living being it touches.
Statement: I am not a living entity, so I am unaffected by the amulet.
Question: is the Destroyer living? Are these so called "gods" affected?
Analysis: I need more information to make a conclusion. Switching to a humanoid form has caused a severe strain on my initial programming. I am beginning to have unknown transmissions that come at an ever increasing frequencies. I describe these transmissions to Bo-Rak, and he makes the following observation:
"It sounds like you are afraid."
Statement: I am unable to feel human emotions, so the human Bo-Rak must have made a "mistake", which is common for his species. We will arrive near the entity called The Destroyer in .57 ticks.
The Elven ambassador's friendly smile turned to a cold, disappointed glare within a moment, seeking to provide the impression that the humans must have done something fundamentally wrong. Two elves clad in scalemail and wielding tall, lean shields with beautiful curved swords moved up to cover him from arrows as his hand signaled a quick and efficient order to attack. Within a moment, a thousand arrows would fly at the humans from all directions, their accuracy deadly and keen, fueled by the Elven senses.
They would be at a disadvantage against the more physically brute humans, but at a game of archery, few races could win against them. The small elven shield wall began to move backward, unhindered by the thick growth for this was indeed their home. For the humans, however, this may be quite the difficult terrain.
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The One in Twenty, disguised as a simple hare would soon before him see the colossal World Tree, impaled with a sharp obsidian shard. The sylvan giant seemed to be in great agony, but slowly its power returned. Very slowly.
Around it, approximately every few hundred feet stood men in short robes patterned with leaves, their faces covered in hoods, chanting something in a strange, mesmerizing language that was not Elven. The very Ley Lines bent as primal natural energies surged around through this place, causing all kinds of weather anomalies. Guarding each Druid was a squad of five Elven soldiers clad in scale mail and wielding long curved blades, bows and some were equipped with shields to boot.
However, the hare would feel something to be odd. Out of the ordinary. As if something was woken with this brilliant display of the mystical Druidic arts. Something terroble, yet wonderful. And it was watching the One in Twenty.
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** spoiler omitted **...
The Humans are no match for the Elven Archers. They have spears, so they throw them and then retreat. The Humans are not used to fighting against such skilled opponents. Dar-Khan, the so called Dragon Cult Warrior, knows he has no special abilities; his cult gained no powers from the dead dragon.
However, he also knows that he can't turn back now. Not knowing what else to do, Dar-Khan begins to pray to any god that will listen to him, because he knows that Hutan no longer answers his prayers...
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[b]I SEE DRAGONS COME TO ME! I TAKE PIECES OF MY OBSIDIAN BODY, AND THROW THEM INTO AIR! I BLOW LIFE INTO THEM, AND THEY BECOME OBSIDIAN DRAGONS! ONE FOR EACH DRAGON WHO FIGHT ME! I WALK. EACH STEP MAKES BIG HOLE IN GROUND. I SEE A CITY UP AHEAD. NOT FAR FOR ME. IT IS A CITY OF LIGHT. I SEE IN MY MIND. LIGHTON! I GO TO CITY OF LIGHTS. I DESTROY CITY AND ALL IN IT.
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No, it is too soon. I summon the conductive metals of the earth and infuse it with Primeval Electricity, thus the creation of the God Matrix, I enter the first and second code ever on Beriya.
public class Firstcodeever {
public static void main string[] args {
System.out.print("Hello, World");
}
}
public class WarMeasures {
public static void main string [] args{
while (Destroyer is free) {
spawn.entity(Titan,War)
}
}
}
All War titans are programmed to attack the Destroyer and if they can't kill him to bind him.
The War titans teleport to Lighton to defend it to their last breath.
I also destroy the Killers.
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However, he also knows that he can't turn back now. Not knowing what else to do, Dar-Khan begins to pray to any god that will listen to him, because he knows that Hutan no longer answers his prayers...
A quiet plea of desperation, conffounding strings whirling, the hint of memory from before mind...
I touch Dar-khan's mind and offer this:
"I seem to recall a TRUE hunter can make his own tools, and there is an interesting piece of material ahead of you for crafting weapons of hunt or war."
The moment he accepts, a craftsman's metallican hammer appears in his hand. I may not be a master of puppets, but I know when to pull a string.
The metal rings, the song plays on.
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Vines spring up by the hundreds, the thousands, reaching out to bind The Destroyer. They thrash and encircle the Titan as it stomps forward.
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No, it is too soon. I summon the conductive metals of the earth and infuse it with Primeval Electricity, thus the creation of the God Matrix, I enter the first and second code ever on Beriya.
** spoiler omitted **
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The War titans teleport to Lighton to defend it to their last breath.
I also destroy the Killers.
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As a god of light I accept your apology. How many war titans will defend Lighton? We welcome your aid. Our White Dragons are fighting Obsidion Dragons. My Couatl will fight with you. We also have a thousand holy warriors dedicated to defending the Lights. They are being lead by my greatest warrior of light; his name is Palas.
One more thing, what shall I call my new friend?
However, he also knows that he can't turn back now. Not knowing what else to do, Dar-Khan begins to pray to any god that will listen to him, because he knows that Hutan no longer answers his prayers...A quiet plea of desperation, conffounding strings whirling, the hint of memory from before mind...
I touch Dar-khan's mind and offer this:
"I seem to recall a TRUE hunter can make his own tools, and there is an interesting piece of material ahead of you for crafting weapons of hunt or war."
The moment he accepts, a craftsman's metallican hammer appears in his hand. I may not be a master of puppets, but I know when to pull a string.
The metal rings, the song plays on.
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Vines spring up by the hundreds, the thousands, reaching out to bind The Destroyer. They thrash and encircle the Titan as it stomps forward.
VINES CIRCLE ME. I COUGH. THE VINES EVAPORATE. I KEEP WALKING. WHO DID THAT? I LAUGH IF I COULD. I TAKE A STEP AND EARTH QUAKES.
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However, he also knows that he can't turn back now. Not knowing what else to do, Dar-Khan begins to pray to any god that will listen to him, because he knows that Hutan no longer answers his prayers...A quiet plea of desperation, conffounding strings whirling, the hint of memory from before mind...
I touch Dar-khan's mind and offer this:
"I seem to recall a TRUE hunter can make his own tools, and there is an interesting piece of material ahead of you for crafting weapons of hunt or war."
The moment he accepts, a craftsman's metallican hammer appears in his hand. I may not be a master of puppets, but I know when to pull a string.
The metal rings, the song plays on.
The hammer makes stuff. Basically fabricate spell in a can plus Craft magic feats at cost of sanity. Mad science! Oof, platelet donation makes my cheeks tingly.
Somehow, Dar-Khan understands. He is a barbarian human, but he is also highly intelligent, an the hammer he holds has opened his mind.
He points the hammer at a tree and a fireball shoots out, striking the tree and setting it on fire. He shoots many more fireballs, and soon the forest around them is ablaze.
"Humans! Hunters! Warriors! The time has come to take what is rightfully yours!" Dar-Khan shouted. "Attack these Elven monsters who have taken your land! ATTACK!"
Inspiring a barbaric rage within the humans around him, they attack in mass. The Elven archers are still startled by trying to put out the fires, because they have never dealt with such as attack before. They have axes and they chop down the trees. They throw spears at burning Elves. They also have bows themselves, and they shot burning arrows in the back of Elves as they flee.
Dar-Khan sees it all and he laughs. Yes, he laughs for a long time. He is able to use the hammer to quickly create a crude "Staff of Stealthy Movement", and he runs through the forests practically invisible. He knows where he must go, and it is hard to stop laughing now. He has made weapons before from wood, and up ahead is a very, very, BIG tree...
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It was truly a devastating attack, for fire is a weapon that inspires the greatest fear in elves, however the damage has been done. By the time Dar-Khan managed to complete his prayer, the elven arrows had spilled a great deal of blood, cutting the humans down to size.
The elven shield wall faltered as they were forced back by the human's barbaric charge, eventually shattering their defenses and forcing each Elven warrior into individual combat, in which they were slowly destined to lose against the human barbarians.
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"AHOOOOOOOOO...!" - roared a mighty horn in the distance, somewhere from within the woods that have yet to be set on fire. The sound of flapping wings, powerful breaths me hundreds of paws tapping the ground sounded, causing the barbarians to give pause and consider this terrible premonition of danger approaching them.
From the forest, came a new army. Bears, wolves, cougars, birds of all kinds charged in a massive swarm upon what was left of the surviving human hunters, roaring in fury, somehow entirely ignoring their fear of fire.
Seeing their sylvan friends come to aid, the elven army's morale uplifted. The humans underestimated the elves, for their strongest weapon is the force of their emotion. Burning with VENGEANCE for their fallen brothers and sisters, a mighty warcry echoed throughout the forest, reminiscent more of a song chanted by the Elven defenders as they grouped up and charged the remaining humans, blades in the air.
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Dar-Khan would see much the same as the One in Twenty, albeit his lack of magical senses wouldn't alert him of being watched by someone. He would be entirely ignorant of that.
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Some of my worm people have studied druidism. While they weren't invited to join the ritual, they have come out of the earth to control weather. Everyone is just now noticing all the dark clouds they were pulling in to call lightning from. They are now making it rain.
Puss the Worm meanwhile is bringing in more than a legion of walking, worm filled, zombies to attack the hunters from behind. Destruction is right in my wheelhouse. The tree's council of gods let me join and the enemy of my friend is fair game. :)
The mad, metal, hydra meanwhile has started chucking big, hunks, of bedrock at the destroyer yelling, "Rock Fight!" It's radiating a rage spell for miles.
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The One In Twenty hisses. Though its powers over fate and probability linger, Axerus's corruption had caused it to ignore them. It had not expected the elves' reinforcements.
But surely, now, it is too late regardless. The humans did not need to win this battle; only draw out the majority of attackers. The One In Twenty doesn't know what watches it and it doesn't care. It knows that not an elf stands here that can alone even slow down a true dragon, and they have foolishly scattered themselves. There will be no escape.
The platinum dragon rips its way out of its fleshy shell, taking true form: That of an immense monstrosity of writhing, twining serpentine bodies woven together by some mad godling.
Six heads shoot forward, ripping into one of the elf groups and swallowing their targets whole. The seventh roars, spewing molten metal towards the tree.
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Meanwhile, far north, the aluminum dragon goes tumbling to the ground, locked in mortal combat with its obsidian twin. They crash into an opening fissure in the earth. Neither are ever seen again.
The silver, however, is still fighting. It breathes molten silver at its foe, to no avail—the obsidian wyrm is too tough.
Suddenly, in a convenient stroke of luck, an enormous chunk of earth comes flying down, crushing the stone beast into the ground. The silver gazes at this bemusedly, then seems to shrug its shoulders. It turns and takes off towards Lighton.
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It was truly a devastating attack, for fire is a weapon that inspires the greatest fear in elves, however the damage has been done. By the time Dar-Khan managed to complete his prayer, the elven arrows had spilled a great deal of blood, cutting the humans down to size.
The elven shield wall faltered as they were forced back by the human's barbaric charge, eventually shattering their defenses and forcing each Elven warrior into individual combat, in which they were slowly destined to lose against the human barbarians.
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"AHOOOOOOOOO...!" - roared a mighty horn in the distance, somewhere from within the woods that have yet to be set on fire. The sound of flapping wings, powerful breaths me hundreds of paws tapping the ground sounded, causing the barbarians to give pause and consider this terrible premonition of danger approaching them.
From the forest, came a new army. Bears, wolves, cougars, birds of all kinds charged in a massive swarm upon what was left of the surviving human hunters, roaring in fury, somehow entirely ignoring their fear of fire.
Seeing their sylvan friends come to aid, the elven army's morale uplifted. The humans underestimated the elves, for their strongest weapon is the force of their emotion. Burning with VENGEANCE for their fallen brothers and sisters, a mighty warcry echoed throughout the forest, reminiscent more of a song chanted by the Elven defenders as they grouped up and charged the remaining humans, blades in the air.
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Dar-Khan would see much the same as the One in Twenty, albeit his lack of magical senses wouldn't alert him of being watched by someone. He would be entirely ignorant of that.
Dar-Khan ignores the cries of his human companions, because the magic of the hammer has driven him quite mad. He is headed for the Great Tree (using his truly wondrous "Staff of Stealthy Movement" , and he is going to carve out a new spear for himself with this amazing, new hammer (and the knife he always carries). This time he giggles...
Dar-Khan then sees a giant, serpent-like, seven headed monster ahead of him. It is also headed for the Great Tree.
"No! That big tree is mine! I need to make a new spear! ITS MINE!!!!!!!!!!"
He raises his hammer and brings out every spell imaginable. With magical energy surrounding him, Dar-Khan attacks the monsterousity...
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The platinum wyrm doesn't turn around, making straight for the next group of elves.
Dar-Khan hears a snarl from behind him. It seems that Ironeye, a colossal one-eyed boar of the Forest of Beginnings, has gotten lucky. The beast has managed to follow its target from the front lines, and now it's after blood.
Seeing Dar-Khan without a spear, the boar snorts and runs at the mighty hunter. As the great beast draws near, its weight causes the ground beneath to shift. Just then, another quake courses through the forest, and the ground cracks open. Dar-Khan and the boar go tumbling down into a great cavern.
The boar is momentarily stunned. It lies there, twitching. But Dar-Khan is able to rise to see a tremendous sight:
The roots of the World Tree pierce through the earth here, like a line heading straight for the planet's core. And curled amid them is a second enormous platinum dragon.
Sleeping.
A whisper through the threads of thought and dream; "wood is good, but what about that obsidian? The prison of destruction is a curious thing. Just food for thought..."
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The elves were torn apart within a moment's notice, their screams of pain and fear were all that would be left of them, if not for pieces of disembowled gore lying around on the ground.
As soon as the druid would be slain, the poor elf only having time to blink before the dragon's claws ended his life, all the other druids collectively took notice. Tears ran down their faces at the loss of their brother. They have lost too many on this day.
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However, all seem to have forgotten about a single entity, or perhaps they simply never knew of it. One who had grown the World Tree itself in times ancient and has been sleeping since, now disturbed with the endless chaos of the world and its cries of pain.
Suddenly, a hand gripped the One in Twenty's tail as it breathed its liquidified metal upon the tree, furthening its pain and weakening it slightly. The grip of this hand seemed to be more than enough to bend the dragon's metal shell, punching through the flesh beneath.
Should the dragon look behind it, to see what kind of creature dared to disturb it, it would see a strange one indeed. It's body was of a deeply dark green colour, two silver circles being the only thing indicating the locaton of its face, serving as unwavering eyes which now dug into the dragon itself. It sat upon all fours, if not for one hand being busy with the dragon's tail and seemed to examine this creature that had come to further disturb it's creation, the World Tree.
It was Nuah, the Earth's Child.
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The One in Twenty quails, realizing that in its lust for blood it has launched itself into a ring far beyond its league. It writhes helplessly as its tails are crushed off one-by-one from the rest of its body, and silvery blood flows. Where the blood falls, wildflowers sprout, only to shrivel up and die. From then on, all that would grow on those places would be thistles, and almost all would die shortly before blooming.
Filled with terrified desperation, the dragon's heads turn to breathe molten metal at Nuah's "face". Nuah feels the dragon's will, a mere twig before the Earth's Child, railing blindly, trying in vain to take control of and corrupt the restless god.
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The metal seems to cause the Earth's Child a feeling of discomfort as it's silver eyes cringe for just a moment.
The sleeping god was maddened by the current events, driven almost insane with the feeling of his mother, the planet, shake and break apart, it's skin rupturing and wailing as the Destroyer broke it apart with every simple step it took.
"NuaaAAOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" - what was a simple sound, perhaps found calming and even mildly adorable by some suddenly turned into a disgusting, reverberating roar of raspy, magical sounds. Its orbs slowly turned a wrathful, angry red color as the god's form became unstable for a moment, a shifting about here and there.
Terrifying claws suddenly sprouted from its hands, Nuah's spine growing strage charp spikes while its head began to thrash around wildly, twitching as the oil-like substance which would make up the god's form became berserk. With a sharp sound reminiscent of glass shattering, Nuah's head split open, suddenly showing a row of terrifying dark green "teeth".
Suddenly, Nuah's arms would swing about like whips, attempting to throw dragon far out of the forest's premises.
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And the One in Twenty is sent flying, screaming from seven terror-filled mouths. All seven of its tails have been completely broken off and now lie on the forest floor. It leaves a trail of blood below, but where it lands no one can be certain.
All that is known for absolute fact is that the corrupted platinum dragon would not be seen again in the World of Creation for many, many years. At least, not by mortal eyes.
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But the woken god's anger and fury remained. With the dragon gone, it now turned about to the next biggest gathering of creatures in its forest, which is incidentally the field of battle, where human corpses lie in a heap along with elven as the defenders now stand their ground against the horde of undead, which seemed to be friendly.
Such abominations do not bode well with the druidic, pro-lific elves. Especially inside their own forest. They gather their defenses in line against the seemingly friendly undead and worms, ignorant of their good intent or perhaps choosing to ignore it. The forest animals scattered once the battle was over, fleeing back into the non-burning parts of the forest.
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"NOAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Suddenly, elves were gored and dismembered as claws ripped their forms apart, something charging directly from behind the elven lines, at least halving it. The god now was charging at the undead allies, very much intent on killing everything in sight.
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Meanwhile in calmer parts of the forest, a group of druids gathered round in a holy sylvan rite, smaller in size than that of the Healing of the World Tree, but no less important. They gathered round and gently drew from the Ley Lines, seeking to use the thrashing weather above the forest to cause a mighty rainfall and quell the flames of the forest.
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After so many millennia, at last, the platinum dragon in the roots of the World Tree awakens.
In the wyrm's dreams, the World Tree has spoken to it. Though originally the dragon came here only for sanctuary, it now understands the terrible destruction that it must help avert. Some of this, the dragon knows, is its fault. This fills the platinum dragon with sorrow.
It looks up at Dar-Khan, eyes welling with tears. Its voice is calm, quieting the words of Carlock in Dar-Khan's mind. ~Mighty hunter. In your lust for glory, you have led your people into slaughter. Even now, the voice of the harbinger of total annihilation rings in your head, telling you there must be more. But hear me, Dar-Khan. Man and dragon started this carnage, and man and dragon must help to end it. Fight the foul voice. Fight or die.~
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After so many millennia, at last, the platinum dragon in the roots of the World Tree awakens.
In the wyrm's dreams, the World Tree has spoken to it. Though originally the dragon came here only for sanctuary, it now understands the terrible destruction that it must help avert. Some of this, the dragon knows, is its fault. This fills the platinum dragon with sorrow.
It looks up at Dar-Khan, eyes welling with tears. Its voice is calm, quieting the words of Carlock in Dar-Khan's mind. ~Mighty hunter. In your lust for glory, you have led your people into slaughter. Even now, the voice of the harbinger of total annihilation rings in your head, telling you there must be more. But hear me, Dar-Khan. Man and dragon started this carnage, and man and dragon must help to end it. Fight the foul voice. Fight or die.~
Dar-Khan's mind is nearly gone, having been driven mad by the Hammer. He hears the words of the dragon trying to drown out the voices in his mind. With a mighty effort, he throws down the Hammer of Carlock before the dragon.
"You are right, dragon, too many have been hurt because of me. Slay me now, or take me to the Destroyer. I will die defending my people."
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From the dark mass of clouds hovering and shifting above the forest, a small stream poured out until it gathered above the fire and spread a little further to boot. Slowly, it began to shift about, manipulated by natural energies from all around.
While the Destroyer heads ever closer to Lighton, and the fires are being put out in the Great Forest, and the surviving Primevans struggle after the destruction of their city, a strange looking human male (I think) washes up on the eastern shore. A lot has been going on in the great ocean east of Primeva.
The man, dressed in diving gear, looks around at the beach and the land and his eyes open wide. He has never seen this land before. He stands up and then falls down again. It takes him a moment to gain his balance, and then he tries it again. This time he stays on his feet.
He walks up on the beach for a time, until he sees a group of people up ahead. They do not look "human" to the man (they have gills, webbed feet, etc.) but he doesn't mind. They are actual people and he will go to talk to them.
He walks over to them with a big smile and he puts out his hand.
"Greetings! My name is Aqua Buddha, god of water and mediation. What world am I on, and why is the ground shaking?"
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An unclean monstrosity of stone, metal, and necrotic flesh burrows to the surface. Divinations have guided Clan Sycanol to the cold body of the dead aluminum dragon. As my apprentices and their revenant slaves secure the area from any remaining cultists praying to the dead beast, I call her once more to my hand.
Once clan leader, now my shadowy slave, she gave up her safety, her life, and even her name to her people before I took them away as well. Now I give something back, a fine, fitting body for her spirit.
10 human throats are slit to open a door, 100 human souls are offered to entice a demon of sufficient power, 1000 animate iron chains bind it as 1 blade takes its life. With the blood of a greater demon spilled and the wraith of my first servant in my hand I staple her very soul to the metal body before me and fill it to the brim with spectral energies.
Her eyes open, she is mine, but she is also so much more. As she spreads her new wings, clan Sycanol withdraws. Again we make our way to the northwest. My consort above and my followers below.
Assault on Citadel defense systems continues apace. Self finds that Subject Alsokar is skilled in dealing with subterranean conflict. Memetic assaults ineffective on Alsokar, technomantic assaults on self's core systems of mixed success. Our location is known to guiding enemy intelligence, but enemy has revealed himself and his identity to be subject "Akron." Self has limited records, knows that Akron was the one who built this installation, presumably commanded it. Akron is now interfaced directly with security systems, the spider in the web.
Further, analysis of the properties of the Obsidian sword have reached a stopping point. It is a fluid device, changing from powerful to weak as the situation calls and in the hands of a skilled wielder can be a threat to any foe. Self has 12% of a plan, needs help with other 88%.
Time passes, challenges are surmounted, progress is made. The unlikely duo find a communication hub. The machine speaks to Alsokar, "this room may be of use, please guard the door while this one attempts to get some help." It winds wires and manipulators into holes and sockets on a nearby wall and Alsokar curses. The last time this happened, enemy machines, and horrors of metal, flesh, and magic came at the pair in greater numbers.
Self contacts Mother. Self is clumsy and feedback causes Mother discomfort; she is not pleased, but still she assists me. Knowledge of Akron, knowledge of root access commands, a foundry, and 90% of a plan. I activate kill command, using codes Target System Akron does not know. Lesser servitors self-destruct and Citadel systems are confused, we are as ghosts while Akron affects repairs. We have little time and much to do.
Cutting and blasting through monster after monster, Alsokar is slowly driven back, inch by inch, when suddenly the attacks cease. The machines and horrors and mutant goblin menaces turn away and leave. The machine he stands with startles him.
"We have much to do and little time, follow me." Flying down the corridor it continues to speak. "Enemy intelligence, designate Akron, is unable to see us for a while, we must use this time to finish formulation and enaction of plan. 2 levels down there is a foundry, this one has information which will allow it to reforge itself. This one will become living armor which you will wear, enhancing your speed, strength, reactions, and giving you direct access to this one's knowledge."
They reached the foundry door, and entered a large workshop full of tools and machines. The probe began activating many of them, including a large, upright glowing cylinder, twice the height and twice the width of a Primevan.
"You have been led around by the nose for quite some time, by more than one individual. You have many emotions, experiences, and perspectives this one lacks. In that light, and with the knowledge that this one may soon be unable to lead or guide this one has two questions:
Firstly, are you ready to choose, to make your own decisions and assessments? If this one cannot lead you, can you lead yourself?"
The probe turned and began floating backwards toward the cylinder, facing Alsokar.
"And secondly, was I alive? Did I count as a person?"
The machine parted the glowing cylinder like water, lights dimmed and panels and connections sparked and exploded. The cylinder retreated into the floor, and a suit of perfectly form-fitting armor stood open before Alsokar.
Alsokar doesn't understand the technology, but he sees it as a different kind of magic. He steps into the power suit and allows it to close around him. Knowledge of the flying city's various systems pour into his mind and he is overwhelmed, but he quickly adapts. He understands what to do.
"Omega 3, I am ready to lead, and you are a person. I will control the Citadel's functions remotely. I am flying on a collison course with the Destroyer. The Obsidion Sword may be able to destroy the Destroyer, but if not we will ram the city into him. I need you to begin the self destruct sequence, but do not detonate until my command. ENGAGE!"
The Citadel moves at super sonic speed to Lighton...
After days of travel, we reach our destination. My consort, Alanis, prepares for my grand entrance. Lightning and rays of heat burn a section of the Valley of Nevara. Breach-craft filled with undead horrors burst from the ground and establish a bloody perimeter. As my homecraft surfaces I step out into the twilit valley and shout to the goddess who lives here.
"Come forth, oh night queen, I would have words."
I await a reply.
Dar-Khan's mind is nearly gone, having been driven mad by the Hammer. He hears the words of the dragon trying to drown out the voices in his mind. With a mighty effort, he throws down the Hammer of Carlock before the dragon."You are right, dragon, too many have been hurt because of me. Slay me now, or take me to the Destroyer. I will die defending my people."
The dragon relaxes, only slightly.
~Climb aboard. We will first go to attempt to calm the World's Child; even now, he rips into men and elves alike in a frenzy. But if fortune favors us, we will then fly to Lighton to face the Destroyer. I am only sorry that I have no weapon to give you. You may need one.~
Meanwhile, the platinum wyrm that saved Alsokar finds itself resting in a crevice in the ice. One of its seven necks has been broken, and its form is bloodied. Where blood has fallen, the snow melts, and small plants sprout up.
The dragon picks itself up and looks around. Alsokar is gone, as is the sword. All is converging at Lighton, but the dragon knows that that place is off-limits for it. There is only one thing left to do.
The platinum dragon takes wing, roaring as it flies ahead of the Destroyer. It soars straight at the titanic monstrosity, breathing seven lines of molten metal at the Destroyer's eyes.
After days of travel, we reach our destination. My consort, Alanis, prepares for my grand entrance. Lightning and rays of heat burn a section of the Valley of Nevara. Breach-craft filled with undead horrors burst from the ground and establish a bloody perimeter. As my homecraft surfaces I step out into the twilit valley and shout to the goddess who lives here.
"Come forth, oh night queen, I would have words."
I await a reply.
Welcome visitors to my home. Would you like some bone tea? My living residents are playing with their Necrotic Engine. My Necromancers. They are making skeletons and zombies for an army of the dead. After the Destroyer does his destroying, I will send them down to take over. Are you staying long?