Ryleh tries to get the rate to speed back up, throwing everything she had into it, but things were moving too fast and they were running out of time.::I did warn you about bad luck. Ryleh can now feel three anchors on Taron's side. Two have a magic signature similar to Taron while the third feels more like a storm.
::But why do you assume that bad luck will be directed at us?:: she said, archly. ::Especially if Ephebe is the one who put it there.::
She poured more energy into what was quickly becoming an epic game of tug of war, four on four it seemed, she thought, briefly wondering who the other two were.
Ryleh tries to get the rate to speed back up, throwing everything she had into it, but things were moving too fast and they were running out of time.::I did warn you about bad luck. Ryleh can now feel three anchors on Taron's side. Two have a magic signature similar to Taron while the third feels more like a storm.
::But why do you assume that bad luck will be directed at us?:: she said, archly. ::Especially if Ephebe is the one who put it there.::
She poured more energy into what was quickly becoming an epic game of tug of war, four on four it seemed, she thought, briefly wondering who the other two were.
Fei's first three punches connect solidly, the last one dealing only a glancing blow. This thing still seems unfazed even though he's dished out a solid amount of damage to it. It seems a little confused at Jeran's retreat though,slowing its reaction time a little.
Fei seizes the opportunity to try and reason with the spirit.
"You were summoned here for an unjust challenge. Jeran has no reason to fight you as Ssrena has no right to challenge him in any way other than a personal rite of combat."
"Our fight does not need to continue, if you will leave now and commit no more violence upon anyone here."
He lets his physical guard down, but still is ready to absorb more punishment from the spirit if it continues to fight.
Krays does nothing to hinder Ryleh, and instead focuses on his love for Ephebe to anchor her...
Continues to defnd Gustav and Nala from the angry lycans...
She poured more energy into what was quickly becoming an epic game of tug of war, four on four it seemed, she thought, briefly wondering who the other two were.
::Because the bad luck is in the energy. Messing with the energy means you run the risk of bad luck. She really shouldn't have cursed the statues.::
::20 seconds. You better have more in reserve if you're going to stop us.::
Corodinates the Homeroom procedures, getting children to safety...
::I think he's bluffing. The aschen didn't have enough time to really curse the statues. Just to make them not work quite exactly right.::
Vai feels a sudden surge of power flow through her body, and she directs it towards Ryleh. Along with the energy, Vai feels a distinct and deep sense of terror fill her. She tries to push it away, tries to focus. ::I won't allow my home to be destroyed!:: she tries to shout at Taron, but only those connected feel the telepathy, and Vai's sense of dread.
Outwardly, Krays can see Vai slowly shifting towards her draconic features, blue scales beginning to erupt all over her body. Her face is still a mask of determination.
Ryleh struggles to deal with the sudden influx of power flooding the link and the presence of ....something. It was throwing everything off balance. She desperately threw it at the task at hand trying to keep things under control.
His singing done, Gustav noted that he dropped a couple of lycans. But not enough. He ducked back into the art room, and mentally checked his psionic power levels. Uh-oh. Gustav was getting low. He could still Psychoport himself and three others, or do a final series of attacks. Surprised, the youth realized it was the first time in his young life that he had actually run low on psionic energy. Why aren't you a big cognizance crystal? Gustav demanded of Inspiration. Don't blame me for your own shortcomings. the psicrystal rebuffed.
Gustav decided to take a breather in the art room, listening to the sounds of battle outside in the hallway.
::What did you do?:: Taron asks frantically as the energy stored at the top of Agartha streakes out across the ceiling in a spiral pattern...
::What did you do?:: Taron asks frantically as the energy stored at the top of Agartha streakes out across the ceiling in a spiral pattern...
::There's someone else in the link,:: Ryleh says as she struggles against the out of control energy. ::I don't know who and I don't know how they got there....I was assuming it was your doing.::
::It wasn't me. The energy was supposed to be used in one area, concentrated and easier to handle, not spread out like this!::
Kassar casts Cure moderate wounds mass on those of us in the statue room.
::Grandmother... let it go.:: Taron sends as he grapples with the power, trying to get it concentrated again. He wouldn't let some third party who had no idea what they were doing mess this up! He shot a glance at his anchors and they sent him more power. He tapped the runes covering his body for even more. A surge of raw, purging power surges at the third party's foreign energy, slamming into it with the ferocity of a hurricane
Ryleh cried out in despair as she lost control of the power, unable to stop the plan Taron had set in motion....
The initial explosion rocked Agartha to it's core, but the series of booming cracks seem even louder. Fissures and canyons are in Agartha's 'ceiling' and then... starlight. A real moon. On the other side of Agartha, the Firebird Sun found itself stuck in the same path as a real one, though still within the atmosphere.
::Agartha means 'hidden world.' If you want to destroy something,:: Taron sends to his grandmother, mental voice exhausted, ::If you want to destroy something, take away it's name...::
The link fades away with Taron's consciousness.
How are you grabbing people if you can't see them?
Not even close to dead, mate.
::And now there's nowhere left to hide. No safe place left for the few of us left to be,:: she said despairing. ::We're all out in plain sight within the Empire.::
She clung to Krays as the tears flowed.
Not even close to dead, mate.
As soon as the explosion occurs, the presence in the link is gone violently. So violently that Vai screams both out loud and through the link, and collapses to her knees. Still humanoid, but with all her draconic features, and covered in scales, Vai breathes hard for a second before collapsing into a fit of sobs.
After the incendiary cloud disapates, Khassar dust himself off and lights a cigar. After a few puffs in cotemplation and appreciation of still being alive he says "Well, time to start cleaning up. And then some serious drinking."
Not even close to dead, mate.
"Don't want the fun to end so soon..."
This time, when the daggers fly, there a three being thrown at the same time.
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"You two want to kill each other, do it later, I'm not in the mood to deal with your crap. Alton stop being such an insufferable brat. Your rats are fine. After the crap you pulled it's better than you deserve. But they deserve better than you, so I guess it all comes out in the wash, huh?"