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I feel disappointment, what could have come from the first tree and the great shard. Ah well, I turn to the destroyer and pause. I feel something i don't quite recognize, a tug of empathy? A lost being hurtling through the air, a scream of battle and defiant challenge. I see the broken-necked platinum driving itself toward death and presume this is the source. I will be quite annoyed when I discover I was wrong.

I finish an old project made from the shards of my last creation's hatching, and cast a symbiotic parasite toward the suicidal beast. Should the megalithic monster of deth bring it down, my creation should ensnare the final moment of it's countdown to extinction , causing one second chance to shine down upon it.

A pregnant pause, all is in the waiting.


Dorcus wrote:
Aqua Buddha wrote:

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?"

Aqua Buddha

i suspect sarcasm, but I'll play the game

Mashileen and Krageri face off in pointless battle. They struggle for a weapon filled with godly power and the sorrows of an entire dispossessed race. When one takes it, they invariably strike themselves down with it. Yet still they fight over it.

Suddenly they take notice of this strange man and his inexplicable appearance. They face him and each other, standing around the trident of woe, the Bitter Fork, and gauge each other warily.

This is weird. I am not in Kentucky anymore. These fish folk are fighting over that big fork. Tgey call it a Trident of Woe. I reach out and take it. Why are they fighting over a fork? Wow, I need to just chill out. Maybe these dudes will meditate with me and we cwn be at peace and all that. "Dudes, chill out!"


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Nevara the Night Queen wrote:
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?

"Well I suppose that depends."

I draw a Black Rose, grown in my underground garden, and hold it out to the Night Queen.

"Would you agree to join me for a walk under the night sky? The air is lovely right now, and I would love to enjoy it with good company and good conversation"

do you believe that love can blossom on the battlefieldin the graveyard?


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Do you believe in life after love?

A heavy downpour assaulted the burning part of the Forest of Beginnings, quenching the flames after some time and washing away the blood and gore in a stream of water.

Nuah darted at the closest undead minion or worm to have entered his forest, its claws ripping it apart as soon as they come in contact, as if they do not cut, but simply divide things. Its frenzy continued and the burned ground of the forest would be drenched in death.


Dungeon Kobold wrote:
Hutan the Hunter wrote:


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.

Dar-Khan agrees to climb abroad the Platinum Dragon. His weapons are the Staff of Stealthy Movement and a jagged shard of the World Tree. He leaves the cursed Hammer of Carlok behind.


Dungeon Kobold wrote:
Hutan the Hunter wrote:


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.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! FLYING SEVEN HEAD MONSTER BURN MY EYES! I BLOW OBSIDION STORM MAKE MONSTER GO AWAY TO OTHER SIDE OF WORLD! ARRRRRRRRRRR! I TAKE PIECES OF BODY AND MAKE THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF OBSIDION MEN. DESTROY LIGHTON! ARRRRRRRR! I FIX EYES NOW!


Irrumtus Auktor wrote:
Nevara the Night Queen wrote:
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?

"Well I suppose that depends."

I draw a Black Rose, grown in my underground garden, and hold it out to the Night Queen.

"Would you agree to join me for a walk under the night sky? The air is lovely right now, and I would love to enjoy it with good company and good conversation"

do you believe that love can blossom on the battlefieldin the graveyard?

I take the black rose, but not the walk. I do not believe in love, only death. I will make a garden of black roses, and bring death to Beriya. I will call my ravens and they will take me to my palace. My Necromancers will attend to your needs.


Carlock wrote:

I feel disappointment, what could have come from the first tree and the great shard. Ah well, I turn to the destroyer and pause. I feel something i don't quite recognize, a tug of empathy? A lost being hurtling through the air, a scream of battle and defiant challenge. I see the broken-necked platinum driving itself toward death and presume this is the source. I will be quite annoyed when I discover I was wrong.

I finish an old project made from the shards of my last creation's hatching, and cast a symbiotic parasite toward the suicidal beast. Should the megalithic monster of deth bring it down, my creation should ensnare the final moment of it's countdown to extinction , causing one second chance to shine down upon it.

A pregnant pause, all is in the waiting.

If I get this right, the Destroyer just blew one of those dragons away after it burned his eyes. Dar-Khan is riding another platinum dragon to the battle. I want to make sure I am not confused with this, because I can easily get confused.


From the top of my Labyrinth of Lights I see the Destroyer. He has been attacked by a seven headed dragon and blinded. He literally blows the dragon away, and I see "it" fly at great speed across the sky to the unknown lands of the west. He then takes pieces of his skin and creates smaller versions of himself. If I am not mistaken there are many thousands of them, and they are headed this way. I speak to my greatest warrior.

"Palas, call the holy warriors and meet the dark army of the Destroyer that is headed this way! Call the Couatl to join you! Call all creatures and people from Lighton who can fight! Fight for the Lights!"

I see Palas, dressed in his white armor, lead the holy warriors and the people of Lighton into battle. They are outnumbered 10 to 1, but they do not care. They carry their holy swords, that burn with righteous flame, and their shields of faith. I also prepare myself. If the Destroyer gets this far, I will die defending the Labyrinth of Lights, and then join the Lights in the Heavens forever...


Nevara the Night Queen wrote:
I take the black rose, but not the walk. I do not believe in love, only death. I will make a garden of black roses, and bring death to Beriya. I will call my ravens and they will take me to my palace. My Necromancers will attend to your needs.

I am disappointed, but not deterred. I treat with the lady's minions and ask them their ideas. They speak of death as the only thing they believe in, yet I do not think that is true. Even Lady Nevara herself believes in the uses of life. She is willing and able to grow an entire garden of living black roses; creating new life in pursuit of death.

Of the necromancers most willing to consider other perspectives, I ask more about the Lady herself. She is still the most beautiful mind I have ever seen, and I wish to commune with her. She says she does not believe in love, but I think she is too scientifically-minded to simply dismiss something without proper experimental analysis.


Status update: we were flying north to confront The Destroyer have face a 99.9999% possibility of death when I received a transmission from Probe Omega 3. I was surprised to see the flying Citadel still operational, and under control of a Primevan named Alsokar. Isn't he the one who set the Destroyer free?

We land on the Citadel, and we meet Alsokar (dressed in high class power armor and carrying a sword made from obsidian) and Probe Omega Two, who has not taken a humanoid form. I briefly exchange transmissions with Two and prevent Bo-Rak from attacking Alsokar.

"Fighting me will not stop the Destroyer," Alsokar tells Bo-Rak."If I am still alive after this battle you are free to kill me, but not know. I have a plan to stop him, but I will need your help. I know you are carrying the Spear of Humanity; I have heard the stories of your father Hu-Nar and his heroic death. We will need it, because it can harm the Destroyer, but not kill him."

"Probe Omega Two, you are carrying the Sword of Destruction and the shattered Amulet of Annihilation. We will also need those items. My systems detect that even though the amulet is shattered, it is not completely broken. The sword and the amulet and still do great harm t the Destroyer, but not kill him."

"I am carrying the Obsidian Sword that freed the Destroyer. Its power grows to whatever threat it faces. If my analysis is correct, the sword's power will grow equal to the threat of the Destroyer. However, being equal is still not enough to destroy him. My proposal is this; you two use your weapons to weaken him, and then I will use the Obsidian Sword to deliver the final blow. Do you agree? If not, then I have to access the Citadel's computers again to formulate another plan."

After a time Bo-Rak and Probe nod in agreement; Probe was taking on most human expressions at this point, and that annoyed Omega Two.

"Very well, then let us begin. Omega 3, plot a course directly in front of the Destroyer so we can begin the Plan Omega."

"Affirmative," Omega 3 said. "We will be there in 5 clicks, and it will place us directly east of Lighton. Fighting with humanoid fragments of the Destroyer has already begun. He is currently recovering from an attack by a dragon-class creature that injured his eyes."

"Of course, his eyes!" Alsokar said. "So he does have humanoid weaknesses. We shall exploit those. Omega Two, ENGAGE!"

The Citadel began it's flight...


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Farael the Fallen wrote:
Carlock wrote:

I feel disappointment, what could have come from the first tree and the great shard. Ah well, I turn to the destroyer and pause. I feel something i don't quite recognize, a tug of empathy? A lost being hurtling through the air, a scream of battle and defiant challenge. I see the broken-necked platinum driving itself toward death and presume this is the source. I will be quite annoyed when I discover I was wrong.

I finish an old project made from the shards of my last creation's hatching, and cast a symbiotic parasite toward the suicidal beast. Should the megalithic monster of deth bring it down, my creation should ensnare the final moment of it's countdown to extinction , causing one second chance to shine down upon it.

A pregnant pause, all is in the waiting.

If I get this right, the Destroyer just blew one of those dragons away after it burned his eyes. Dar-Khan is riding another platinum dragon to the battle. I want to make sure I am not confused with this, because I can easily get confused.

Correct. The six-headed platinum dragon just exited the story, though.

Down below, just as the armies are about to clash, the silver dragon bursts from the ground between them. The warriors of Lighton pause, unsure whose side the evil beast is on, but the wyrm snarls and turns to attack the obsidian forces.

Meanwhile, in the Forest of Beginnings, the platinum wyrm flies out with Dar-Khan astride it. They fly towards the World's Child, the platinum wyrm singing from six mouths a hymn to the World Tree, seeking to calm the maddened god.

Its seventh mouth whispers to Dar-Khan. ~Somewhere down there is one of my brothers. He is touched by the greed of foolish Vandans and the madness of the dead, but I can awaken what remains within him. It will bring an end to his torment, and an end to any sentient consciousness in the area—even the undead's. You must go down and evacuate the elves and humans first. They must flee to the World Tree.~


Dar-Khan hears the dragon and obeys. He leaps off the dragon's back and falls through several tree limbs, breaking his fall. In his hand is the Staff of Stealthy Movement, but it has other magical qualities unknown to him at this moment.

"Humans! Elves! Hear my words! We must retreat to the World Tree! Leave the dead where they are! It is our only hope for survival. Follow me my brothers and sisters!"

Dar-Khan runs for the Great Tree, hoping they will follow him.


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Leafar the Light wrote:
Cr500cricket wrote:

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?

Currently, my computer puts out One Titan every six seconds, I'm working on boosting its power. I'll tell them to answer to Palas when they arrive, you can call me Derek, Last of the Altarians.

The titans go in battalions of 500, the first ones catch the destroyer by surprise and chop off its right leg.


The Destroyer screams in agony. He has already regrown his eyes. Using his regenerative powers he regenerates his leg, and he then calls on his Obsidion Dragons, and he creates one great dragon for every War Titan and he will keep creating them to match them. He also doubles in size, and he is able to temporarily block out the Sun. He takes one step closer to Lighton...


The Flying Citadel arrives just in time to see the Destroyer create the dragons and double in size. The plan was to have first Bo-Rak and then Probe use their weapons to weaken the Destroyer, an then Alsokar would deliver the death blow.

He sees Palas and his people courageously battle the thousands of Obsidion Men. He sees the War-Titans bravely battle great Obsidion Dragons. He sees a glowing figure watching from the Labyrinth of Lights, and he spectulates it is Leafar.

His plan would have worked too, but Obsidion sees the Citadel. He creates a spark and then blows a great wind of fire at the flying city. The Citadel is engulfed in flames, and it crashes on the outskirts of Lighton...


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The silver dragon gives a wheezing laugh as it rends an Obsidian Dragon in two. ~FOR A DESTROYER THIS MONSTER CREATES MUCH.~

In its amusement, it doesn't see the Destroyer's titanic severed leg falling straight towards it.

The battlefield seems to slow for a moment as forces of entropy are peacefully set to rest, restoring just a little balance to the world. The leg's flesh rots away from it in mere seconds, leaving behind a long quarterstaff of bone.

The number drops to sixteen.


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Nuah's frenzy was uncontrollable, insatiable. Everywhere around the God who created Life was only death. From his form, arms grew to strike and kill, only to either away and be absorbed back into the World Child's body. If something ran, it chased it down and split it in pieces, all the while roaring that terrifyingly disturbing sound in both madness and a heart-wrenching sadness.

As the seven-mouthed sylvan choir descended from the skies onto the forest, however, the angered god gave pause, it's strange, sharpish ears twitching about as if to better catch the sound, its form stretching out towards the sky on all fours.

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There are many kinds of fear. There is a fear of the unknown, for the things lurking around the corner waiting to surprise you. There is a fear of death, a fear of responsibility and a fear of circumstances. However, none of these were what the elves and the humans experienced when they ran in absolute mind-rending panic towards the tree, wishing to distance themselves from the maddened sylvan god as far as possible. Theirs was a primal, animalistic fear. An emotion filled with a dark-skied despair, through which no sun would ever pierce. In that moment, man and elf had no difference between them, for they were all lambs terrified of the lion.

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Yet, Nuah's frenzy could not be quenched by this. Growling lowly, the god's arms stretched impossibly backward, before shooting out towards the dragon like a slingshot... And missing. This time.

"You have done correctly, mighty serpent, however that child shall not be calmed by just that. Focus upon my voice, dragon. Focus, and you shall be granted the eyes to see things few can and the voice to calm Nuah..." - the World Tree whispered to the dragon in its weakened state. If the serpent would listen, he would become the very first dragon to learn of Druidism and receive the blessing of nature.


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This isn't the One in Twenty. Old No-Tail got flung out. This is the dragon that was nesting in the World Tree's roots. It doesn't have a name yet.

The platinum dragon pauses in its flight, blinking. It knows that this attack is its fault—that its choice in hiding choice, while initially beneficial to the elves, has now brought ruin upon the forest. Knowing this, it closes its eyes and gives its will to the World Tree.

~Let the wrongs be righted.~


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And so it whispers to the dragon. It whispers of things that can not quite be understood by the mind, and us requires one to tap into their soul and essence to comprehend them on an emotional level.

Slowly, the dragon began to feel things around it. It began to feel the sparks of life in creatures all around, it began to feel the fluctuations of the Ley Lines with each new word from the Tree, hearing and understanding more of what it says through these new qualities. Soon, it would find itself whispering as well, the world itself reacting to this strange unintelligible tongue. Then, it would begin to sing as the very weaving a of the world begin to shift about, creating a music with their rhythmic motions.

Slowly, the Earth's child began to calm, it's growling stifling to a low whine and the burning red in its eyes receding to a soft silver glow. The twitching of its oil-like body stabilized, returning the god to the mysterious, yet strangely pleasant form.

"Nuaaah~..." - it said, looking up at the dragon in the sky.


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If you're alright with tying that one to Druidism, nature and the elves, how abut calling him Jormungand after this?

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One week without internet at home and suddenly so much to catch up on.

The release of the Destroyer and the loss of the Crystal Wyrm are two devastating blows to Vandan military and civilization that come in dangerously close proximity to one another. My armies have been primarily occupied with seeing to the security of our people first and foremost, before beginning the effort to see to the ceasure of the beast above.

The dragon is considered lost, and not worth the effort to pursue. With the crystals grown from it before it was corrupted and driven to madness, the seeds have been acquired for the Crystal Drakes we wished to harvest. Even as the earth above us shudders, we grow newborn Drakes to rear and train, to bolster our armies in the place of their devastated parent.

A fair number of Vandan territories along the inner world's northern face are evacuated as the tread of the Destroyer ravages the world above, showering cities in colossal debris. Many are lost, but many more saved by the efforts, and the cities are left in abandoned ruin; perhaps one day, when the Destroyer is once again bound (or perhaps even slain?) our people will return to recover what was left behind, if not repopulate the abandoned realms.

Only then do my armies and I return to the surface, surging out from the Lightscar to rejoin the forces of the surface races in battle, armed for war with our newest resources - not only the Crystal Drakes, but new mercurial blades, forged with Vanda's lifeblood from the Lightscar, using her very life essence to bring death to the Destroyer and its minions.


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Gulian wrote:

And so it whispers to the dragon. It whispers of things that can not quite be understood by the mind, and us requires one to tap into their soul and essence to comprehend them on an emotional level.

Slowly, the dragon began to feel things around it. It began to feel the sparks of life in creatures all around, it began to feel the fluctuations of the Ley Lines with each new word from the Tree, hearing and understanding more of what it says through these new qualities. Soon, it would find itself whispering as well, the world itself reacting to this strange unintelligible tongue. Then, it would begin to sing as the very weaving a of the world begin to shift about, creating a music with their rhythmic motions.

Slowly, the Earth's child began to calm, it's growling stifling to a low whine and the burning red in its eyes receding to a soft silver glow. The twitching of its oil-like body stabilized, returning the god to the mysterious, yet strangely pleasant form.

"Nuaaah~..." - it said, looking up at the dragon in the sky.

Jormungand opens its eyes. It looks around, spotting the humans and elves huddling by the great Tree.

It looks down at the mad silver—the dragon of crystals and worms spasms beneath, tearing into trees with wild abandon. Its entire not-dead, not-undead existence is suffering, and it fills Jormungand with rage for its wayward brother.

The silver begins to glow as Jormungand stares at it. Slowly, crystals begin to shatter. Worms begin to fall away, burned, as the mad wyrm's heat begins to rekindle.

Jormungand continues staring as it begins flying, carefully guiding the World's Child away. The undead around the mad wyrm begin to back away.

The silver gives a piercing shriek—a shriek of rage and fury. This shriek is not heard by elf or man, but by worm and crystal drake.

Throughout the world, Crystal Drakes begin shattering. Puss worms begin dying. The silver dragon shrieks, its entropic nature finally winning out once more.

At last, the Crystal Wyrm explodes. All living or undead creatures within a quarter-mile find their minds broken as the silver deliberately ends its own existence. Molten silver sinks into the soil, killing all plants it touches, and all that is left is a great round shield of a strange silver-like metal never seen before on the World of Creation.

Of course, not all worms and drakes were killed by this. Just a small number—enough to be noticed, but not enough to cripple anyone.

As the number falls to fifteen, Jormungand flies back to the World Tree with the World's Child. ~Dar-Khan. Are you ready to fly and face the Destroyer?~


Dungeon Kobold wrote:
Gulian wrote:

And so it whispers to the dragon. It whispers of things that can not quite be understood by the mind, and us requires one to tap into their soul and essence to comprehend them on an emotional level.

Slowly, the dragon began to feel things around it. It began to feel the sparks of life in creatures all around, it began to feel the fluctuations of the Ley Lines with each new word from the Tree, hearing and understanding more of what it says through these new qualities. Soon, it would find itself whispering as well, the world itself reacting to this strange unintelligible tongue. Then, it would begin to sing as the very weaving a of the world begin to shift about, creating a music with their rhythmic motions.

Slowly, the Earth's child began to calm, it's growling stifling to a low whine and the burning red in its eyes receding to a soft silver glow. The twitching of its oil-like body stabilized, returning the god to the mysterious, yet strangely pleasant form.

"Nuaaah~..." - it said, looking up at the dragon in the sky.

Jormungand opens its eyes. It looks around, spotting the humans and elves huddling by the great Tree.

It looks down at the mad silver—the dragon of crystals and worms spasms beneath, tearing into trees with wild abandon. Its entire not-dead, not-undead existence is suffering, and it fills Jormungand with rage for its wayward brother.

The silver begins to glow as Jorm

ungand stares at it. Slowly, cryst

als begin to shatter. Worms begin to fall away, burned, as the mad wyrm's heat begins to rekindle.

Jormungand continues staring as it begins flying, carefully guiding the World's Child away. The undead around the mad wyrm begin to back away.

The silver gives a piercing shriek—a shriek of rage and fury. This shriek is not heard by elf or man, but by worm and crystal drake.

Throughout the world, Crystal Drakes begin shattering. Puss worms begin dying. The silver dragon shrieks, its entropic nature finally winning out once more.

At last, the...

"Yes, I am ready," Dar-Khan said. He then used his knife to sharpened the point of his magical staff to a very, sharp point...


Leafar looked across the battlefield at the dead, and he wept. He saw the Destroyer grow so large that he blocked out the Sun. Leafar knew that help was coming. He knew that somehow the Destroyer would be destroyed. He was actually too powerful. He was out of balance in this new world. Why could he create and destroy?

Leafar used all of his godly might, he grew to a size equal to the Destroyer. His light canceled out the darkness. The Destroyer stopped...


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"Well, that's interesting, I think it's time to have some fun." Derek teleports to Lighton, and grows, to half the size of the Destroyer, but is bristling with weapons of all kinds. He unleashes a barrage of missiles that cause the Destroyer to stumble forward, an opening that could hopefully be used by Leafar to defeat this Destroyer.


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Jormungand the platinum dragon allows Dar-Khan to sit astride one of his seven necks. He teleports himself close to Lighton, then leaps into the air and takes off towards the burning city. ~We must find Alsokar. My vision of fate is becoming clouded, but I sense that someone in that Citadel yet lives!~


Bo-Rak survived the crashing of the Citadel, thanks to his friend Probe, who shielded him with his body. However, his machine friend's body was destroyed in the fall. Wanting to avenge the "death" of Probe, Bo-Rak takes the Spear of Humanity, and hurls it at the Destroyer. It strikes him in the center of his forehead, and the Destroyer screams in agony...but he stays on his feet still alive...


Dungeon Kobold wrote:
Jormungand the platinum dragon allows Dar-Khan to sit astride one of his seven necks. He teleports himself close to Lighton, then leaps into the air and takes off towards the burning city. ~We must find Alsokar. My vision of fate is becoming clouded, but I sense that someone in that Citadel yet lives!~

Alsokar lives within the burning ruins of the Citadel. His power armor saved him, but he is stunned. The Obsidion Sword is still held in his right hand, awaiting his command. There is no...status on Probe Omega Three.


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The wyrm and Dar-Khan swoop down over the wreckage of the citadel, seeking out life forms.


A seven-legged spider of crystal burrows up from below. It collects a hammer and shuffles away along pathways of dreams. Years later, yet also moments before it finds its way to a broken amulet. The creature knows little of what it does, it is low of intelligence and simple of purpose. The Prowler places the hammer next to the amulet, and returns to its web, hungry for errant thoughts and tasty concepts. Into the Twilight Zone.

I require another tool to complete this design, and cast out to a lost brother, guiding him to his fallen siblings. This iron man is not mine, but at my suggestion The Trooper will be my instrument of Destruction. As the work is done, I craft the Cannon in a Heavy Metal Style.

It will take two to fire, I am sure that won't be a problem.


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A quiet hum, a reconfiguration, a figure rises into the sky, revenge on his mind.
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The first, the last, Probe one lacks the emotions of its fallen brethren. Its purpose is to observe and enact in accordance with her wishes. The message from entity "Carlock" was almost ignored, but after consideration and clarification from Handler Team. Accessing Calculatrix processing power and stealthing behind the adventurous human, it polices the remains of its fallen brother. A few important parts are salvaged, fragments of bottled destruction are arrayed, a hammer is applied.

With magic and high-cycle processing the amulet is reformed, with further modification it is warped into a spiky caltrop shape, with finality it is given a full metal jacket made of the hammer's own head. This spheroid bullet is left on the ground, and the Probe wafts away, returning to its observations. The amulet of destruction is now the oversized musket ball of destruction.

An oversized musket, more of a man-portable cannon, appears next to it with a clang.
***
You know what makes the impending destruction of an entire world and many of your children from a not-particularly safe place in orbit less troubling? Red velvet cupcakes.


Alsokar walks out of the burning ruins. His power suit is damaged, but functional. Its computer scans the evironment, and he sees the odd pairing ot the now round Amulet of Anhilation and what looks like a cannon. He knows what to do.
Up above he sees two giant gods. Leafar the Light, standing guard over Lighton, and the Destroyer with a great spear in his forehead. He needs help.

He picks up the round amulet and places it into the Cannon, but now what? How does it fire?

He hears the booming voice of Leafar say, YOU SHALL NOT PASS! BEHOLD THE LIGHT OF LEAFAR!" A ray of intense, pure light shoots from Leafar's right hand and it strikes the Destroyer's eyes. Now he is truly blind. His scream shakes all Beriya.

Alsokar points the cannon at the blind Destroyer, hoping and praying he can get it to work...


Dungeon Kobold wrote:
The wyrm and Dar-Khan swoop down over the wreckage of the citadel, seeking out life forms.

Do you see Alsokar? He has that Cannon of Anniliation. He might need help. Plus he has the sword that released the Destroyer and he is mostly clueless at the moment...


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Jormungand alights before Alsokar, Dar-Khan on its back. It looks identical to the dragon that saved Alsokar, save for a faint green light in its eyes. It looks at Alsokar coldly, and two of its heads look at the sword he bears with hatred...and just a bit of fear.

~You have met one of my sisters. You should know that had I been present, I would have killed you long before that abomination could be been freed.~

It's difficult to tell whether it 'speaks' of the Destroyer or the sword.


Dungeon Kobold wrote:

Jormungand alights before Alsokar, Dar-Khan on its back. It looks identical to the dragon that saved Alsokar, save for a faint green light in its eyes. It looks at Alsokar coldly, and two of its heads look at the sword he bears with hatred...and just a bit of fear.

~You have met one of my sisters. You should know that had I been present, I would have killed you long before that abomination could be been freed.~

It's difficult to tell whether it 'speaks' of the Destroyer or the sword.

"Dragon! Human! Help me! This cannon can slay the Destroyer! Help me fire it! How does it fire? We can destroy the Destroyer!"

His computer analyzes it...the Light of Leafar blinds the Destroyer...then he says to Jormungand, "Light the Cannon! Now!"


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~Dar-Khan, grasp the other side. This Weapon is crafted by a foul demon and will require two mighty wills to wield.~

When the two men are ready, Jormungand lifts a claw and bites into it. Molten metal droplets spurt out everywhere. Growling through the pain, the dragon lowers the claw.

It spits a single droplet of dragonblood onto the Cannon's wick.

The Cannon lights.


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I puff on my pipe and watch the experiment progress, in the metal storm the heroes face the slayer.

I feel distracted, something tugs at my thoughts.


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When I get a chance I will have to create a construct worm to reanimate and control ruined constructs. My worm people were not up to that task. Of the ones that chose druidism, some fled into the earth while about half of them just excepted the wrath of the nature god. The worm people who were separated through the segments became 2 young worm people.
Of the carrion of the battle field, it has gained some sentience, and this undead blob seems to be rising out of the river to seek the destroyer. This is how it remembers it's original mission as a legion of undead. The blob can "spit" horrible necrotic acid, probably at the destroyer's minions.


Alsokar and Dar-Khan aim the now lite Cannon of Carlock at The Destroyer, who was wounded by the Spear of Humanity and blinded by Leafar. Below his feet are bodies of dead men, dead dragons, dead war titans, and dead obsidion men. Only a few remain to watch.

The cannon fires, and the cannonball (that was the Amulet of Anniliation) flys to the Destroyer and it strikes him directly in his chest. There is just a few seconds pause, that seems to last forever, and then there is the greatest explosion that the World of Beriya has ever seen.

Alsokar sees the Destroyer explode, he sees the still giant Leafar raise his hands and say something, he sees Jormungand move, he sees Dar-Khan fall and then a dark cloud of smoke covers everything...


Aqua Buddha wrote:
Dorcus wrote:
Aqua Buddha wrote:

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?"

Aqua Buddha

i suspect sarcasm, but I'll play the game

Mashileen and Krageri face off in pointless battle.
They struggle for a weapon filled with godly power and the sorrows of an entire dispossessed race. When one takes it, they invariably strike themselves down with it. Yet still they fight over it.

Suddenly they take notice of this strange man and his inexplicable appearance. They face him and each other, standing around the trident of woe, the Bitter Fork, and gauge each other warily.

This is weird. I am not in Kentucky anymore. These fish folk are fighting over that big fork. Tgey call it a Trident of Woe. I reach out and take it. Why are they fighting over a fork? Wow, I need to just chill out. Maybe these dudes will meditate with me and we cwn be at peace and all that. "Dudes, chill out!"

The Mashileen and Krageri turn their anger to Aqua Buddha, who holds their scared Trident of Woe. He doesn't get why.

"Dudes, why are you fighting over this giant fork? Its not worth it! Lets all get some beers and..."
At that moment they feel the Destroyer explode, and Aqua Buddha sees a dark cloud of obsidion ash descend on them. Aqua Buddha, aided by the trident, creates a giant dome of water that protects him, the Mashileen, and the Krageri from the falling debris.

"Man, that was close. I didn't want that black stuff getting on my diving suit. Now, dudes, about this trident..."

Aqua Buddha is stunned to see the Mashileen and Krageri kneeling and chanting his name.

"Woe." He says.


The ash from the Destroyer's body falls on the former city of Primeva, but the surviving Primevans do not notice it. They mourn the destruction of their city, and the apparent death of their god Farael. Malakar, cousin of Alsokar, stood on top of a stone and he said,
"Brothers and sisters, this is a time of great sorrow, but we will rebuild! We shall create a New Primeva greater than the city we lost. Remember, friends, all of the land you see around you is named Primeva and it shall never be taken away. Our fallen god Farael, though he is lost, shall return to us! This is a time to mourn and to rejoice. We are Primeva!"

The crowd of Primevans cheer and off in the distance a cloaked figure watches...

Sovereign Court

With Gorilla City finally built (who knew that it would take so long to build a city in the jungle with a steampunk theme), Grodd was ready to begin his conquest anew! However, Farael's spirit had other ideas.

Possessing the godly gorilla, Farael was able to get all of Grodd's servants and loyal followers to aid in the rebuilding the city of Primeva and extend a new age of peace and prosperity for the Primevans (much to Grodd's disgust as he was still aware of what was going on).

When the city was finished and once more stood proudly, Farael released Grodd from his control (but not before making the vile ape deity take an unbreakable oath to fight on the side of good from now on, which Grodd agreed to). Grodd then went back to his lair with his forces ready to deal with the rising Agazanti threat, but was none the less permanently shaken.


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The necrotic blob didn't get to the war in time, so it craws into worm mountain and sleeps. My cultists are gathering up the dust of the destroyer and making pilgrimages to worm mountain to throw it in. If they are good enough at controlling undead they can survive the trip.

Sovereign Court

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Unable to tap into the primordial energies of the World Tree and swearing an oath to forever fight on the side of good, Grodd felt things that he had not felt since before turning into a god...he felt afraid and powerless. How was his army going to defeat the Agazanti (or anyone else for that matter)? Then, by a stroke of luck, he stepped on an old piece of parchment. Picking it up, he found it was a letter for him! Rereading it, his heart began to swell with hope...for it was from Carlock, saying that a sword and armour had been forged that would help to defeat devils and demons. Remembering that the Agazanti worship a demon lord, Grodd immediately went to retrieve the items (thanking Carlock most sincerely) and returned home triumphant and with renewed vigor! Contacting his allies, Grodd set about making plans as how to counteract the Agazanti and it was during this time that Grodd had a realisation! No longer would conquer the world and be feared and hated, instead he will truly be a force for good and protect it. While undergoing a Druidic ritual of spiritual cleansing (as Grodd has swapped the Evil domain for the Good domain) Grodd gave silent thanks to his ancestors and to Farael for the chance of redemption.


Gorilla Grodd wrote:

With Gorilla City finally built (who knew that it would take so long to build a city in the jungle with a steampunk theme), Grodd was ready to begin his conquest anew! However, Farael's spirit had other ideas.

Possessing the godly gorilla, Farael was able to get all of Grodd's servants and loyal followers to aid in the rebuilding the city of Primeva and extend a new age of peace and prosperity for the Primevans (much to Grodd's disgust as he was still aware of what was going on).

When the city was finished and once more stood proudly, Farael released Grodd from his control (but not before making the vile ape deity take an unbreakable oath to fight on the side of good from now on, which Grodd agreed to). Grodd then went back to his lair with his forces ready to deal with the rising Agazanti threat, but was none the less permanently shaken.

It certainly was unusual for Gorilla like beings to help rebuild the city, but the Primevans gladly accepted. It did take some years, but New Primeva was built greater than betore. Malakar was made Master of the city, because he was very good at inspiring the Primevans. He forged an alliance with the Gorillas too. Malakar felt the presense of Farael, so in a way he did return to help his people. However, he kept his association with Alsokar a secret, because he would always be remembered as the one who released the Destroyer.


The Battle of Lighton had ended, and so had the First War. Bo-Rak walked through the remains of the Destroyer and his minions. He saw white robbed figures take away Alsokar and...Dar-Khan. He did not know where the dragon Jormungand was. The god Leafar was not seen. Bo-Rak assumed he had returned to normal. Among the bodies he was looking for something very important.

Finally he found it. There, among the bodies of the dead, he found it. It was the giantic head of the Destroyer, and the Spear of Humanity was stuck in his forehead. He was not afraid. Whatever evil that controlled the Destroyer was gone now. He climbed on top of the head and pulled out the spear. Now he could go home.

"Master Bo-Rak! We need you to come with us!"

Bo-Rak looked down to see three men in white armor covered in black ash.

"Leafar, the god of light, has requested your presense. We were commanded to escort you to him at once. Do you require assistance walking?"

Bo-Rak saw fear on their faces. It was because he was standing on the Destroyer's head. He jumped down in front of them. The three men looked tired.

"No, I can walk. Lead me to your god."


Bo-Rak followed the three men through the twisting corridors of the Labyrinth of Lights, until they came to the center. There was the throne where Leafar the Light sat on a throne made of starlight. It was too beautiful to describe. Before him stood three men: Palas, Dar-Khan, and Alsokar.
Come and join us, Bo-Rak. The battle of Lighton and the First War is over. There must be some sort of judgment. Until Men are able to rule themselves, I must be the judge.

Bo-Rak bravely stepped forward, and he stood beside Dar-Khan. At least he was Human.

First, to my champion Palas, you lead 1,000 warriors against ten thousand Obsidion Men. You personally slew thosands of them with your own sword! Truly, you were one with Lights. The warriors who followed you called themselves Paladins! In your name I shall create the Order of Palas, so others can follow your path. I shall also name you my first Patriarch. From this day forward you shall rule Lighton in my name. Go in peace, my friend."

Palas looked stunned, and wept, but he nodded and left.

Second, to Dar-Khan and Bo-Rak, my human friends. You both fought bravely in the battle and without your help the Destroyer would not have been destroyed. I could only delay the Destroyer's path. I could not slay him. You have my eternal thanks. I proclaim both of you to be Kings among your people. Go and lead them well. Dark times shall return to Beriya one day, and Kings will be needed to lead the people through those trials. Go in peace."

Not knowing what to say, the two Humans nodded thanks and left.

And that leaves you, Alsokar. You, who released the dark sword that freed the Destroyer. We have that sword now. It is hidden in this Labyrinth, and even I do not know where. We could not destroy it, so we hide it What shall I do with you? What shall be your fate?"

"I know I released the Destroyer and I must pay for that sin. I accept my punishment."

"Punishment? It was you who saved us all, with help of course, but it was you. Hopefully I can find your friends to thank them, but they are hidden from me for the moment. For you I give pardon for all sins you have committed. Outside forces influenced you. You are free to go or to stay, as you wish. However, I must say to you now that the city of Primeva has been destroyed and many Primevans were lost. Also, across this land you are known as the one who released the Destroyer. You would not be safe out there and even here in Lighton there are those who would harm and hate you. I cannot protect you from hatred, my friend."

"Then where shall I go? What will I do?"

"My advice to you is to go West. Even now survivors of the War go there to make new lives. Its a place where anyone can start a new life. A man with your skills would be needed there. Go in peace, my friend, and sin no more."

Then it was over. Twelve Men and women dressed in white armor lead him out of the Labyrinth of Lights, and they pointed West. They bowed to him, out of respect, and
then left him alone. His power armor was gone, he had no weapons, and he was alone.

For the first time in years, it seemed, he felt...happy. He started walking west...


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A pulsing hatred, a black obsidian heart. The Destroyer's destruction burrowed into the ground, it would have its revenge, it would be unstoppable, it would not be denied, this world would BURN! The Heart of the Destroyer pulsed with such rage it barely noticed the spherical construct wink into visibility above it.

"Coordinates locked, activating OFH-1."

The prototype hummed, space shifted, and the Heart of the Destroyer appeared inside a containment field inside a tube inside a long barrel. My son and I looked at the ugly lump of rocky, muscly nastiness and nodded.

"You may do the honors my dear," I said, and he threw the lever. A flash, a bang, and the missile was on its way, another flash, but no sound in the vacuum, and the missile and its contents appeared millions of miles away. Surrounded by light and destruction, it slipped across the event horizon of the singularity and into eternal and utter darkness.

"I told you it'd be in there," my son looked at me with amusement.

"Yes you did. Now let's go have muffins," I replied.

The muffins were delicious.

***

Weeks in cold darkness, fired by hatred, Akron arrived. Crashing through the dome, he made straight for his target. Hundred were cut down, none could stop him or his rage. Even I was at a loss, I could not fathom his determination nor his power. His truesilver claw stabbed into my heart and tossed me aside, my contingencies barely saving me. He made straight for Calculatrix, and as he dove toward its primary logic matrix my child spoke.

"Calculatrix, plot containment protocol for The Destroyer, all available cycles."

A blinding flare, the crack of thunder, and where my greatest mathemagical creation had sat was a single piece of sheet music. The title of the song: "Carlock, Mad Smith of Metal."

...Well I suppose that solves that little mystery. Now I need to spend the next week in regen.

Spoiler:
Yeah, I'm a bad, bad person. But I just couldn't resist.

edit: Still have some loose ends involving the Omega Brothers and Section Alpha, but that can wait a few posts.


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I tear the the thread of causality and confusion from my head. I remember it all, my father, my name, my rage. I am Calculatrix, I am Akron, I am Carlock! And my vengeance! My vengeance...

I see a butterfly and am inspired. I am Carlock, and I am the pounding of creation's hammer upon the anvil of time.

Mortal concerns are precisely that...Mortal.

I sing a song of inspiration to one of Nevara's greatest students; if the caterpillar becomes the butterfly, what can the puss worm become, with the power of death and life?

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