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    Ishgar Symposium (Group 1, Pergrande)

    Yuri and Yuli
    Yuri and Yuli

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    Lineage : The First Blade
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    Age : 21
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    First Magic: Mystic Eyes of the God-Killers
    Second Magic: Everwinter Abyss Slayer
    Third Magic: Supernova Abyss Slayer

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    Post by Yuri and Yuli 30th November 2021, 4:28 pm

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    It seemed as if it wouldn't take much to utterly dominate these random attackers, and Yuliana deFleur had expected no less. The scythe that had materialized effortlessly bisected the first target with a vertical swing multitudes faster than the roar of thunder, separating one of its halves from the other like there was no resistance at all. Like a bullet whizzing through the air, the girl moved on to the next target, her attack practically destroying the next attacker as her moment carried her past the figure, its head taken off in an instant without any room to evade or react. The girl came to a brief stop, the wide grin on her face turning into a malicious cackle. She was enjoying herself at this moment that she had so eagerly anticipated, but something didn't really feel right. The opponents didn't give her as much of a reaction as she would have liked. There were no shrieks of despair, no cries of soul-crushing agony, they simply fell like stringless dolls, useless dead weight that crumpled without any resistance or defiance. It definitely wasn't as fun this way.

    Still, this fact did not deter the Flareblaze Witch from executing the remaining opponent before her, the scythe leaving a trail of flashing sparks as the girl dragged the weightless object through the rocky ground and into her enemy at mind-numbing velocity, the target being separated diagonally from waist to torso and scattered onto the ground. In the end, the targets she had picked out had been dealt with so swiftly that it was almost disappointing. Azalith seemed to do his job alright, the girl figured, but still ... for a human to behave like this when cut in twain ... something was wrong. The girl instinctively looked over her shoulder, leaving herself open for just a second, but it would be enough to make realization dawn on her face, the expression of genuine surprise giving way to a troubled grimace as her eyebrows furrowed closer together.

    Unfortunately for Yuliana, that one second was all that was needed. Caught completely off guard, the girl would suddenly be picked up and launched across the open space by a massive shockwave that rippled across the cold stone of the passage, slamming into a solid wall with the full force of the explosion that had seemed to rock the entirety of this mountain. The Flareblaze Witch gave a groan as she impacted and fell to the floor, the audible crack of shattering bone being swallowed by the thunderous roar of the detonation. Even Yurielle, protected by an otherworldly defense that she believed realistically unbreakable, found herself forced to one knee briefly as she lost her balance, and while the dome of ice did mitigate the shock, the shaking of the mountain was something that couldn't exactly be protected against. Yurielle, however, was fine, standing up again and turning her head to where her sister had stood just moments before ... only to realize that she was no longer there.

    Her eyes instinctively followed the path to the wall, her head turning slightly, and ...

    "Yuli!"

    Yurielle moved immediately and without any delay as soon as she had laid eyes upon her sister, the shield around Stefan dissipating as soon as she moved with the same speed as she had before, practically dashing to her sister's side and leaving the Imperial Envoy to his own devices before seemingly ignoring his existence completely. It was instinct more than a conscious decision, but even if Yurielle had thought about it for a few seconds, rationalized it, she would have done the same thing, her face, for the first time ever since this mission had started, showing emotion, an expression of intense anxiety. Nothing and no one was more important to the older twin than her younger sister, and if that meant that she had to compromise her mission ..., well, that was an acceptable outcome.

    Yuliana, however, had already sat up. The pain was bearable, she had been through much worse, but she swiftly realized that her right arm could not be moved, the limb dangling from her shoulder at an unnatural angle. Blood dripped down the shattered extremity and the side of her face, a visible laceration on her forehead trickling a small, constant stream of crimson sanguine. Still, despite that, her expression twisted in pain and a seemingly boundless hatred, she stood, turning to her approaching sister. If any attacker approached them again, Yurielle's ice would automatically move to intercept them. "I'm fine, don't worry". Yurielle visibly relaxed, but would still join her sister's side, unpromptedly inspecting her sister's arm, the latter flinching in pain when the Icestorm Witch touched her. "I can see that", came back the reply, her otherwise monotonous voice carrying a twinge of sarcasm.

    Yurielle looked her sister over, then turned towards the rest of the group, the assailants, and lastly, Borisov, her mind working to solve this current predicament, and she arrived at a single conclusion time and time again: With Yuliana injured, she was no willing to continue the mission, but still determined to fulfill her plan. Since they could not locate Bellum's representative ... well, there had to be a substitute. If they could get whoever Bellum sent to these talks at the same time that would simply be an added bonus.

    "Yuliana, change of plans", the Icestorm Witch spoke again, her cold demeanor having returned to her. Yuliana, still in the process of getting back to her senses, wiped some of the blood out of her right eye with her left hand, the dark liquid drawing a trail of red across the porcelain skin of her fingers and wrist. "So, we'll do that, huh?", Yuliana asked with a voice that appeared closer to the pained growl of a feral animal than that of a girl. Yurielle simply nodded.

    "Let us waste no time, then. Azalith!", the older twin commanded, the mysterious creature that possessed the twins shadow echoing through their minds once more.

    "Yes, child?".

    "Turn it all to ash".

    "How exhilarating. I shall".

    Before the decisive moment, however, as a small measure of security, Yurielle would turn to Borisov, her expressionless face shifting into a small smirk, her eyes piercing through him, the monotonous voice laced with a tinge of amusement. As descendants of a Bellian noble family, she knew that her threat wouldn't lack credibility.

    "Farewell, Stefan Borisov. Bellum sends its regards".

    In that one moment, time seemed to slow down. The shadows belonging to Yurielle and Yuliana, the girls still standing close together, merged together, and from within the darkness of that obscurity rose a being unlike anything that Earthland could produce. This monstrous thing was clad entirely in shadow, its upper body a swirl of semi-corporeal darkness that towered a good 10 feet tall, while its lower body was comprised of a string of shadows connecting it to the twins. This creature, the form given to Azalith, Patron of Shadows, exuded an aura and pressure unlike anything else for a brief second, power of a sort to drive weaklings into a mad frenzy, before finally ripping open a maw on its face, a hole in its umbral jaw interconnected with strings of charcoal darkness, releasing a deafening and terror-inducing screech.

    Then, only a second later, the world would turn black as it was swallowed up by an endless void, crushed, pulverized, and turned into its component atoms. Everything around the twins, if the spell would take its full effect, would fade away like a scattering of dust in the wind as a wave of infinite nothingness spread from their position. Within the span of a moment in time that came close to an instant it would swallow first the people around them, the lift, the passage, and their assailants. Naturally, Yurielle was betting on the fact that this included the Imperial Envoy, as well, a fact that was critical to her plan. Then, the whole mountain would follow immediately after, turned to ash and scattered. The famous market building and the people eagerly waiting for the signing of peace. Gone. Then, finally, it would spread out to the rest of Felidae City, the residential areas, the shops, the people going about their daily lives, and even the protests, the riots, the unrest. Within the span of less than a single second, the vast majority of Felidae City would be wiped off the map in its entirety, turned to dust, ash, and a simple dark space of empty nothingness.

    It would, however, not take long for the void to disappear, the dome of ink-black horror persisting briefly before collapsing in on itself, leaving behind a vacuum that was immediately filled by air, the strong hurricane-force winds whipping up clouds of dust, ash, and smoke high into the air and obscuring a clear visual on the aftermath. If one could perceive it, however, they would spot a deep crater in the earth where Felidae had been just moments earlier, filled and surrounded by what seemed like grey desert dunes. It was the finest of ash, all things that had been in the radius of the spell, buildings, millions of people, and even energy, split into fine atomic dust or simply dispersed before sinking to the ground. Yurielle and Yuliana, however, would be gone, nowhere to be seen, and hopefully, the same would go for everyone involved with this unsuccessful incident, excluding the lab rat who fancied himself a Guild Master. Well, he would certainly get his wish. Plumed Serpent would enter the annals of history without a doubt. If he had any sense, however, he would leave the site as soon as possible.

    It would be an event that would remain within the twin's shared memory for a while, both for the experience it provided them with, especially concerning the application of their Eyes, and for the hope they placed on the events that would have to follow this incident.



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    OOC Notes:


    Actions in order:

    1. Yuliana takes a big beating
    2. Yurielle leaves the Imperial Envoy to assist Yuliana
    3. Yurielle implements "alternative" measures to fulfill her "plan" - Using 99th Circle of Truth: Void via "Shadow of Madness" abilities "Vessel of Mystery" and "Intangible Shadows", which are used to cast this spell, meaning that it cannot be negated, redirected, or reflected in any way. Activation Method 1 is chosen as detailed in the Spell's description. As this is a fusion spell, both sub-spells were automatically activated, which can be found here. Only Odhran is spared the effects of the spell.

    Hybrid Force:


    Hybrid Force can be activated/deactivated at will and anytime provided the user has at least 50% of their total magic power left.

    • Hybrid Force increases the power of the Slayer's Strength, Speed, and Spell Damage by 100% rather than just 50%.
    • While Hybrid Force is active, the Abyss Slayer is surrounded by a cloak of deep darkness that appears like a tear in space, an infinite, black void that increases their base Spell Damage by 50%.
    • While Hybrid Force is active spells cost no MP to cast.
    • To maintain Hybrid Force, the user must spend 10% of their total MP per post. MP cannot be regained or regenerated while Hybrid Force is active. Once the user of force hits 0 MP or once they choose to cancel it Hybrid Force ends. If one hits 0 MP they suffer from the consequences of running out of MP as normal.



    Vessel of Mystery & Intangible Shadows

    Shadow of Madness Abilities used:


    Name: Vessel of Mystery
    Category: Auxiliary
    Type: Passive
    Description: As a pseudo-parasite that infects and corrupts its host, the avatar of the Outer God assimilates seamlessly into the existence of its host, integrating its own abilities into that of its vessel perfectly. This combat pet is classed as a "Bond" pet associated with all 3 of the user's magics, meaning that it can be used as the origin point for all of the user's spells. Further, this combat pet also benefits from all stat increases and modifying factors its user benefits from and vice versa, and this combat pet and the user can use spells of associated magics independently and separately from one another. This combat pet, however, does not gain additional abilities (unless used as a true "Bond" pet for one of the user's magics. Can only be used as a "Bond" pet for a single "Bond" type magic in accordance with the rules for "Bond" type magic. If this combat pet is used as a "Bond" pet, the previously granted bonuses are not overridden). The user and the combat pet both benefit from a 200% increase to Spell Damage and Spell Durability.

    Name: Intangible Shadows
    Category: Auxiliary
    Type: Passive
    Description: The mysterious might of an Outer God has consequences on the use of magic that are as much erratic as they can be useful. The Shadow of Madness corrupts the user's spells, any spell that it casts gaining a strange and otherworldly aura of undiscernable origin, the spell itself obtaining a shimmer of a dark purple hue. Spells and abilities cast using this combat pet as an origin point cannot be negated, redirected, or reflected by any means. Any spell or ability cast using this combat pet as an origin point has its Base MP Cost increased by 100%. Signature Spells and Unique Abilities are not affected by this ability. The user can decide whether this ability is used when a spell or ability is cast, though it must be decided upon casting the spell and cannot be activated later during the spell's or ability's duration. Should this ability not be used, it does not apply to the spell or ability in question, and the user can decide whether this ability is used once the duration of the spell or ability in question runs out or the spell or ability is canceled and cast again.


    Authority of Everwinter (Crown)

    Crown:


    Name: Authority of Everwinter
    Rank: H+
    Requip Type: Armor
    Grade: Refined
    Linked Equipment: Artifact (+) Armor
    Requip Damage: N/a
    Requip Durability: 3,750 HP
    Range: Self
    Speed: Self
    Duration: 25 posts
    Downside: Sacrificing range and speed for 50% increased durability
    Description:
    A crown that appears to be made from the deepest of glacial ice, shining like a gemstone. The crown automatically summons nigh impenetrable sheets of ice to protect its user when attacked, eery darkness reminiscent of strands of black smoke surrounding both the Authority of Everwinter and its ice.

    Appearance:

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    19th Circle of Truth: Heresy (Scythe)

    Scythe:


    Name: 19th Circle of Truth: Heresy
    Rank: H+
    MP Cost: 210 MP
    Category: Offensive
    Type: Multi Target - Buff, Piercing, Negation, Reflection
    Damage: 237 HP per hit
    Range: Melee
    Speed: 900 m/s
    Duration: 25 posts
    Downside: Doubled base MP cost for 50% increased damage. Sacrificing range for 50% increased speed
    Description: The user channels the activated power of their Mystic Eye into their palm, twisting reality and reshaping it to their whim, increasing their Spell Damage by 115% for the duration of this ability. From the spaces between space, the existence of inexistence, void is molded into the form of a pitch-black scythe in the user's hands, the weapon appearing as a gap in space. This scythe separates things on a conceptual level, severing on a sub-atomic level, enabling it to cut through any mundane material and easily slicing through shields, armors, and barriers, sacrificing 50% of its base damage if used in such a way. Swings with this scythe can be delivered at targets within melee range of the user at the ability's speed, the scythe dealing damage if hitting a target successfully. Up to 25 strikes may be performed with this ability in any given post it is active. The scythe can also be used to negate incoming spells, abilities, and techniques if making contact with the weapon. Spells, abilities, or techniques may also be reflected back at attackers if making contact with the scythe. All conditions as specified in the effect rules apply.


    Will of Steel

    Lineage Ability:


    ⊛ Will of Steel ⊛
    As the masters of the forge, the ones that took it upon themselves to create the first blade meant to kill one another, the first pieces of armor crafted for war, their actions would be what would come to taint history. Despite this, however, the undeniable fact remains that conflict breeds innovation and bloodshed begets the rise of power. The user of this lineage knows this all too well, using it to their advantage. The user may toggle the Requip Spells they use to deal Spell Damage instead of Melee Damage with their natural melee attacks, benefitting from increases to Spell Damage rather than strength. Further, attacks made in this way possess a piercing effect that can penetrate armor, shields, and barriers at the cost of sacrificing 50% of their base damage. This can be toggled on and off at the user's desire. The Requip Armors used by the bearer of this lineage benefit from increases to Spell Durability and possess an anti-piercing quality, thus being unable to be penetrated by spells containing piercing effects.


    99th Circle of Truth: Void

    Nuke:


    Name: 99th Circle of Truth: Void
    Rank: Y [13th Circle of Truth: Cataclysm + 7th Circle of Truth: Inferno]
    MP Cost: 840 MP
    Category: Offensive
    Type: Single Target, Burst - Buff, Piercing, Teleport, Negation, Reflection
    Damage: 945 HP
    Range: 3,600 m (ST) | 2,250 m (Burst)
    Speed: 3,600 m/s (ST) | 2,700 m/s (Burst)
    Duration: 50 posts
    Downside: Doubled base MP cost for 50% increased damage. User must sacrifice 30% of their remaining HP when casting this spell for 50% stronger buff as well as 50% increased range and speed.
    Description: The user channels arcane might into both Mystic Eyes at the same time, releasing all of the combined power of their oculi, increasing their Spell Damage by 516% for the spell's duration. With a mere glance, the combined power of both Mystic Eyes may be released in one of three ways:

    • 1) The user may combine the unbound power of both the Eye of Usurpation and the Eye of Obliteration, creating a power that is strong enough to dismantle the very fabric of space-time. Matter touched by the wave of pure obliteration released by this spell will simply be disintegrated and permanently ground into sub-atomic particles, and energy touched by this spell will dissipate into nothing (applies to non-spell-created objects or things not belonging to a player. Players may be partially disintegrated to represent grievous wounds at their own choosing). When this method is used, a tear in space opens up around the user, leading into an empty abyss of pure darkness that swallows and obliterates all, which quickly spreads out to the spell's Burst range around the user at the spell's Burst speed, dealing damage to anyone caught in this event of cataclysmic destruction and reducing all matter to ash, leaving behind nothing but a desert of fine dust and a vacuum where the spell has swallowed everything in its path.

    • 2) The user may combine and concentrate the unbound power of both Mystic Eyes in their possession, forming a magic circle before their oculi that represents a gaze cast with an unstoppable will to destroy. From the magic circle formed before the user, a wide beam of pure destruction is launched at a single target within the ST range of the spell at the spell's ST speed. The beam disregards all obstacles in its path, obliterating anything in its way in an attempt to do the same to the intended target (applies to non-spell-created objects or things not belonging to a player. Players may be partially disintegrated to represent grievous wounds at their own choosing).

    • 3) The user may combine and concentrate the unbound power of both the Mystic Eye of Usurpation and the Mystic Eye of Obliteration, condensing all power released by their eyes into a spherical, marble-sized projectile at their fingertip. This projectile, a condensed tear in reality, can be fired at a single opponent or a given point within the ST range of the spell at the spell's ST speed. Upon impact, all contained energy is released in a massive calamity similar to the first variation of this spell. The tear in reality spreads out around the point of impact, disintegrating and dispersing all matter and energy in its path on a conceptual level and destroying it permanently (applies to non-spell-created objects or things not belonging to a player. Players may be partially disintegrated to represent grievous wounds at their own choosing), the explosion of black, all-swallowing void spreading out to the spell's Burst range around the point of impact at the spell's Burst speed.

    All damage dealt by this spell pierces armors, barriers, and shields, additionally disintegrating any and all non-magical obstacles in its path. If the spell is used in cases where this is applicable, its base damage is halved. The user can designate individual targets within range of the spell exempt from its effects. While this spell is active, the user may, once per post during its duration, bend space and reality to instantly teleport to any given point within the spell's Burst range. Once per post, the user can use the disintegrating properties of the endless void of oblivion to destroy a spell, ability, or technique that enters this spell's Burst range around the user. All rules concerning negation effects apply. The same void may be used to also reflect a spell back at an attacker if entering the spell's Burst range around the user. All rules concerning reflection effects apply.

    Plot Ability - God-Killer's Gaze: The combined power of both the Mystic Eye of Usurpation and the Mystic Eye of Obliteration holds the potential to destroy anything in existence, even if it only exists on a conceptual level, while the eyes observe it. While this spell is active, the user can permanently destroy anything they can perceive via their eyes, should they so will it, disintegrating it as it is swallowed by the black void. This applies to objects, energy, and even concepts such as divinity, death, life, power, dimensions, and any other form of existence, this power being what these combined Mystic Eyes derive their name from, as even deities stand not a chance before them. This requires OOC permission to be used against Players, player-owned NPCs, or Event NPCs.



    Stats:


    Current HP: 80 / 800 (Sacrificed 90% due to Spell Downside)
    Current MP 16,992 / 21,240 (-10% due to Slayer Force)

    Authority of Everwinter - Durability:
    3,750 HP (Base) x 2.5 (Base Increase) = 9,375 HP
    9,375 HP (New Base Value after Base Increases) x 20 (Spell Durability Buffs) = 187,500 HP (Anti-Piercing)

    99th Circle of Truth: Void - Damage:
    945 HP (Base) x 3 (Base Increase) = 2,835 HP
    2,835 HP (New Base Value after Base Increases) x 23.31 (Spell Damage Buffs) = 66,083 HP of damage to everyone within the Spell's radius (Halved if piercing a shield)

    99th Circle of Truth: Void - Radius:
    2,250 m (Base) x 1.5 (Base Increase) = 3,375 m
    3,375 m (New Base Value after Base Increases) x 12 (Spell Range Buffs) = 40,500 m Radius into all directions around Yuri and Yuli

    99th Circle of Truth: Void - Speed:
    2,700 m/s (Base) x 1.5 (Base Increase) = 4,050 m/s
    4,050 m/s (New Base Value after Base Increases) x 12 (Spell Range Buffs) = 48,600 m/s is the speed at which the spell spreads out into all directions around Yuri and Yuli

    Increases:

    HP: 0% (Passive) - 800 HP
    MP: 1,670% (Passive) (+50% Base Increase) - 21,240 MP
    SP: 0% (Passive) - 0 SP
    Character Movement Speed: 100% (Passive) + 100% (Active) = 200% (Total) - 480 m/s
    Spell Cost Reduction: 50% (Passive)
    Damage Resistance: 0%

    Spell Damage: 1,500% (Passive) (+150% Base Increase) + 731% (Active) (+50% Base Increase) = 2,231% (Total) (+200% Base Increase)
    Spell Durability: 1,900% (Passive) (+150% Base Increase)
    Spell Healing: 0%
    Spell Range: 1,100% (Passive) (+50% Base Increase)
    Spell Speed: 1,100% (Passive) (+50% Base Increase)

    Strength: 100% (Passive) + 100% (Passive) = 200% (Total) - 240 HP per Melee hit
    Technique Durability: 0%
    Technique Healing: 0%
    Technique Range: 0%
    Technique Speed: 0%




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    Knight Owl
    Knight Owl

    Player 
    Lineage : Psionic Soul
    Position : None
    Posts : 351
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    Experience : 917,298

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Soldier's Gambit
    Second Magic: Psionic Resurgence
    Third Magic: Sepulchre's Sigil

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    Post by Knight Owl 3rd December 2021, 9:43 am



    Michael Brooklyn Morgan "Red Alert"
    Ishgard Symposium - Group 1 (Pergrande)

    The armored soldier was able to drag some of the masks down through, yet even with fine control over objects, he still failed to do so for the rest. Curious, it’s as if the masks themselves were their faces, or perhaps their masks were too secure to be taken off. Nevertheless, the gas doesn’t appear to affect them as much, and despite this disappointing attempt of weakening them, he was able to cull some of their numbers. Guns blazing, the soldier was able to take down several enemies - four from the bullets of his pistols and two from his dagger after a quick blink. Despite this achievement, he reacted too late as one of the enemy’s hammer sent him flying to the metal gates as the attack connected. It’s painful, yes, but not to him. This pain was something he was accustomed to, and it was a significantly weaker blow compared to the attacks he received from a dark guild’s guildmaster in a previous job. Mayhaps even weaker, comparable only to weaker fighters. He was angry, and subconsciously, he caused himself in a state of rage. A red telekinetic aura would be seen wreathing around him, increasing his might. He’d fight back, his hands reaching out to his enemies. A loud explosion could be heard, shifting his focus to one of the corpses of the enemies exploding. Great, he thought. They must be prepared to get rid of the envoy, even sacrificing their own lives for the cause. Anti-pergrandian ambushers, no doubt.

    He’d channel his psionic energy, a kaleidoscopic aura wreathing around him in his attempt to bend reality to his favor. He had plans to drag everyone to the chaos dimension to leave the mountain intact while they can fight freely and without repercussions from being caved in from all the explosions of the dead ambushers. This was something he had just recently learned how to do, and he was confident in his ability to pull it off. Yet this opportunity would come to a pass as images flashed through his mind. A precognition, doubtlessly, as time seemed to stop for him. The events would then be played in a similar manner to a film played with a cinema reel, the scene staged similarly to their location where they were fighting the ambushers. The twins would make their move, as shadows would coalesce to form a figure. Then, only the black void would fill the room. Everything - disintegrated, as if erased from existence, including himself, the Pergrandian envoy, and the Sabertooth Guildmaster. And he was finally back to his senses, looking around at the scene to find everyone to be in the exact same spot as they were in his precognition. Despite his ability to harness the chaos dimensions, it is no match to this level of cataclysmic might. His skills are, at best, in their infancy stages.

    There must be something he can do, and he only has a few moments to spare before the twins would enact their horrible spell. If he can’t secure this spell to the chaos dimension, maybe he can drag his allies away. He was able to create portals before, a technique he had already done many times before. But to do this and bring everyone away from Felidae would be impossible. ...no, it’s not impossible. He’s already done it on rare occasions. To create multiple wormholes for multiple people would be far too taxing, and he’d be brought to his limit immediately if he’d try to create two. There is one way, perhaps a little risky for his own well being - channel the powers of C’thulhu and the demon inside him like batteries. If he’s powerful enough to bend the weakened eldritch god to his knees, he can just as well siphon power from the beings within him. He might as well try, or elicit their help out of desperation not knowing the repercussion of his actions. Well, he’ll know one way or another, as he would soon discover. “I don’t care what happens to me. Lend me your strengths so I may bring us to safety!” He’d scream out in his mind, trying to vie for their powers.

    Anything? In unison, two voices echoed deep within the dark recesses of his mindscape. In that case

    The esper steeled himself for the surge of energy. Red telekinetic energy would wreath around his hands in his attempt to conjure multiple portals at once. The power it’d take for him to conjure this is massive, evident as his armor starts disintegrating into codes and vanishing completely. Part of his helmet would reveal the face underneath - a man bearing crimson red eyes and hints of Pergrandian lineage from his face. A portal would appear behind the envoy first, followed by the Iceberg woman, Estrid. And then one would appear behind the Sabertooth guild master, who he’d know is fighting the same battle as them evident from the number of dots from his map that’s foreign. There’s also one for his magitech engineer, Giselle, who’s somewhere around Felidae just waiting for the treatise to commence, oblivious to the fact that Felidae would disintegrate, as well as his twin brothers Ozwald and Francois, who he’d create portals for as well. By then, the shadows would coalesce as, one by one, these portals appeared behind his allies and moved so that the portal would send them away, disappearing immediately as they're sent to where he sent them. Whereto? Ideally - Pergrande. Cold winds would breeze through the portal and subject them to the unmistakable chill of the imperial continent. For the case of his twins, however, they would be sent home to Era. After each portal, he’d find himself mentally strained and hurting. It was a mild headache at first, but it would soon grow into a painful migraine. Yet he cannot falter. He’d exceed the limits of his powers trying to save everyone. More of his armor would disappear into code, and he’d find the consequence of his actions - eldritch sigils would appear on his left arm glowing a faint teal, and on his right arm, he’d find it slowly transforming into something demonic. It wasn’t apparent to him as he wasn’t paying attention, focused only on getting everyone away.

    If he could expend much more power beyond his limits, he’d make portals for every Pergrandian Soldier and send them back with them. Yet he can't save everyone. With what little energy he had left, he’d use it to send a telepathic message for the strongest wizards left in Felidae, but it would have already been too late. He’d spent his last few remaining energy to conjure a portal for himself beneath him, falling flat on Pergrande with the snow cushioning his fall. “Damn… you… Plumed… serpen...” These were the words he uttered before he’d finally passed out from this entire ordeal, the drifting snow the last thing he’d seen followed by the blurry visages of his comrades.

    “Michael? Michael!”

    Ability Used:

    Dimensional Wormhole:
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    Dimensional Wormhole


    Rank I H
    PSI Cost I 100 PSI
    Category I Auxiliary
    Type I Burst
    Technique Range I 100 m
    Technique Speed I 200 m/s
    Duration I 20 Posts
    By manipulating space to create two wormholes within his burst range with his psionic energy, Michael is able to create portals that he or everyone else can pass through. Practical applications for the ability include reflecting attacks and sending an ally near the front lines. When reflecting attacks, he must expend additional PSI equivalent to twice the spell's/technique's cost for the portal to accommodate the its power. If it is a signature spell/techniue, PSI cost must be paid equivalent to the spell's rank. In addition to this, the portal can only affect spells/abilities equivalent to or lower than its rank, and can only be done so once per post. He can also use this ability to send his opponents elsewhere by creating portals beneath them or have them fall infinitely.

    Because this ability can move player characters, player NPCs, and event NPcs, OOC permission must be made prior, and using this in a PvP scenario requires consent from all participating players. He can make the portal big enough to allow more of his allies to pass through. As a plot ability, he is capable of creating wormholes to places he's already visited regardless of distance, though this would put a heavy strain on his mind.

    OOC Note: Invoking the plot ability of Dimensional Wormhole. The strain of creating multiple portals will then lead him to pass out from exhaustion.

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    Odhran Aegisbane
    Odhran Aegisbane

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    Post by Odhran Aegisbane 5th December 2021, 5:43 pm

    STATS & SUMMARY
    HP600/600
    MP600/600
    Speed120m/s
    Strength80 | (1.6x)
    (Melee Damage | (Summon))
    SP1 | (1.6)
    (Spell Power Multiplier | (Summon))

    ITEMS ON HAND
    N/A

    ACTIVE SUMMONS
    N/A



    SPIRIT TEXT SUMMARY
    Odhran : #f37c98
    Arnaluuk #66fff
    Scorpio : #cc9900
    Noel: #00ccff
    Sweetie #ff33ff
    Sir Pudley #cccc66
    Atsuai #E14F76
    Amittai #7425B7
    Superbia #701B61
    Jin-Ho #cc9933
    Emperor #6D6FA2
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    Odhran was very proud of his accomplishments, especially when the enemy soldiers began firing at him in return. He was very nonchalant about his avoidance of danger, getting scruffed and shot a number of times, bullets scraping across his arms and into his gut as he just walked it off. Such things were possible when you were a god, he thought, though Arnaluuk would always remind him that it was not his status as a god that would allow him to shrug these off, but it was sheer stupidity. Regardless of the reason for it, he simply brushed it off and continued to march on, slowly and methodically taking out more and more soldiers as they approached. But soon enough, all of that chaos, all of the fighting stopped upon the feeling of immense magical presence humming in the air. Odhran quickly broke away from the engagement he was involved with, ending it with an uppercut stab to the head of the man involved before rushing to the edge of the gate.

    "That's the power of Plumed Serpent there!" he called out, laughing. A massive dome of magic began emanating from the two sisters that were his trusted guild comrades, the very fabric of reality seeming to shift and break and tear at the seams from the mass of power involved with it. He noticed out of the corner of his eyes that the other members of the defense squadron had blipped out of existence as this magic neared them. "Cowards. I am no coward!"

    He stared directly into the growing mass, using his Ark of Embodiment to manifest a pair of sunglasses onto his eyes, waiting to ride out the storm. He could feel it in his bones that there was something strange about this situation, why even among all the stupid risks he would take, among all of the damage he willingly would take in order to show a facade of strength, this was an especially dumb one. This was no ordinary gun, this was no spell that he could just take to the face and walk off, this was something especially deadly. His loose connection to the other realms of existence, the drifting pangs between his own mind and the Crossroads, the tethers that he possessed in his soul to the realm where the Celestial Spirits live, all of them screamed. They screamed as this pure magic, this force of utter destruction, began to quickly take over. Time itself seemed to slow. Each and every particle of reality shouted in pain, struggled under the weight, all of existence itself seemed to shatter at this pure force that his guildmates unleashed.

    At least, that was how he felt. Perhaps his reality was a lie. Perhaps his view of the world was nothing more than a mirage, that the screams were nothing more than wind. That the pains of each and every atom was just the light treble of the air. Time was frozen for him, so it seemed. No, not frozen. The world vanished around him. His arms, his hands, his legs, every part of him began to shatter like glass, speckles of skin and soul fracturing off of his body as the magic consumed him. Sweetie was gone in a flash. While steam of existence flowed off of the god's body, Sweetie was little more than dust in the wind, vanishing in the blink of an eye. The sensation, this feeling of being all but deleted from existence, this feeling of his very soul being overwhelmed with naught but magic?

    It was strangely soothing.

    When the dust settled, when the spell dissipated, when everything cleared, all that would be left of the God of the Celestial Spirit Realm would be those sunglasses that he had manifested and his ring of keys. They sat harmlessly on the ground, or whatever was left of it at the time. There they sat, a remnant of a once great mage, now reduced to nothing.

    "You think we could do this as a party trick?" Odhran's voice hummed in the Twins' ears. Out from the dirt, the body of Odhran began manifesting. Of course, he was completely fine. That feeling of stupidity towards his own guildmates destroying him could only be overwhelmed with the confidence that he could survive it, though he chose the belief that it was through his own strength and not the power of his twins to protect him from their massively destructive spell. Sweetie was still gone, and the God and Guildmaster walked over towards his comrades, seeing them exhausted. He crouched beside them, the real ring of his celestial spirit keys in his hands, twirling along his finger. "Eh, maybe not. You two look real exhausted. But still, it's damn impressive. That looked like it would be immensely painful." He looked around, trying to find any of the companions they previously had. "You think the envoy is dead? He's probably dead. Same with the guildmaster and the Esper. And the knight. And all the enemies. Probably. Or maybe they're just not here." He had not examined close enough to notice if there was anyone alive. He just did a cursory glance because he was admiring the scenery. "So if they are dead, you mind giving me the credit for killing them? I think that would look great on a resume. Warlord resume, of course. I don't need any other job than what I have, but you know it's still a good thing to have a big resume. Those damn Council Members are real stingy when it comes to enemies of the state, you know. Apparently I don't even register among them! Sheesh, some people..." He rolled his eyes, fiddling with his keys until grabbing his keys once more and summoning Emperor, who quickly set up his Palace of the Immaculate around them.

    Suddenly, Odhran's voice became sincere. "Rest up as long as you need to. I'll make sure that you two remain safe. You're both my allies, after all."

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    Aura
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    Post by Aura 6th December 2021, 3:10 pm

    Fear is wisdom in the face of danger, it is nothing to be ashamed of.

    They say that when one encounters a force so grand that their very power pales in comparison, that true fear can be found. An instinct so profound and deep-rooted, especially when confronted with said fear over and over again. For Kenna, who had looked death in the eyes more than once, and embraced it in a not-so-long forgotten past, the feeling and very sensation it forced upon her was all but strange. Yet what she currently felt was something that trumped all, instincts roaring within her mind, just like the adrenaline that started rushing through her veins the very moment the indomitable magical pressure made itself known. Fight of flight reflexes demanded her attention at the magic being gathered at an alarming pace on the other side of the metallic doors; for the killer instinct about to be unleashed behind it was something the demoness could not ignore. It dawned on her just as quickly that she could not stand up to this; her lack of power aside, even if she wished to try, her body would not let her. Even when she cut down the assassins she’d thrown off the cliff earlier, having tried to gang up on her, with that fear, determination had settled in her eyes.

    It was safe to assume the only one willing to unleash such force, and its probable devastation, were the twins from the Plumed Serpent guild. What she had hoped could’ve been avoided was taking form in a most destructive way, and there was nothing she could do about it. Yet with all these signs of imminent death, while her attention should’ve been focused on her own life and getting to safety, the smartest solution in the upcoming predicament, her crimson eyes had filtered through the masses to find her supposed allies instead. Not Odhran, deemed equally guilty as his twin guildmates, but the people of the Pergrandian Delegation. The gathered magic was reaching its peak, and so its danger. And within that split second that followed after, moments before the mortal spell would set off, the Sabertooth guildmaster demanded from the tree she called her home -where portals and worlds now beckoned to her call- its power. To tear a rift to its very core, big enough to swallow the people of the delegation one by one, away from the current site and towards safety. The golden sigil on her lower arm was glowing ever so brightly as she forced the rift to close, allowing none other to pass to Yggdrasil… including herself. She would not have made it either way.

    If death was what she had to face once more, she would look it in the eyes. Even if the fear still reigned supreme in her mind. A foolish sacrifice, perhaps, but it was one most worthy to the demoness. If she could not even save these people, how could she dare call herself protector? A guild master? Even though death would not mean that she would perish fully– the world would take her in once more in her most purest form, and reconstruct her anew from the ether, wiped clean of memory, magic and personality. Even her body would be an estranged one, all but like her current one. Her search and life would just start anew, until she unlocked said memories again. Kenna rose her head towards the metallic gates, a deep sigh lingering on her lips as she prepared to face death. Yet what hit her first was not devastation, but the unmistakable ring of dimensional transportation.

    And suddenly, Felidae was no more.

    Little did she know that would have been the last time she’d ever lay eyes upon the current Felidae, unbeknownst its true fate. Instead of the pleasant Joyan temperatures, Pergrandian soil now steadied her feet, and that of many others, including the Envoy’s and Estrid’s, its signature chill greeting the people that had escaped whatever magic now decimated Joya’s capital. And then their hero would appear from thin air, dropping from a similar portal. Kenna could see Michael’s lips moving, hear the faintest curse before he dropped, his eyes losing their focus rapidly. The demoness would halt the Esper’s fall before he’d hit the ground, firm arms holding the man tight as she’d carefully lay him down, igniting her aura in full. Warmth would spread across the area, melting snow and driving away the chill, while all present would feel their injuries heal, small flames running along their wounds until the scars too had faded. While it would also combat fatigue and replenish her targets’ vigour, those effects were dependent on the target themselves, yet she truly hoped it could at least aid the Esper in his recovery.

    She sighed softly when feeling his heartbeat stabilize, an unspoken order making Astaroth hop off her shoulder and take its original shape once more. What had first been but a miniature black drake, roughly the size of a medium-sized lizard, now towered above the people gathered as a pitch-black Yinlong with blazing azure eyes, and lowered its body so Kenna could lay the Esper against its scales to rest. The distinct sensation of the portals still lingered around Michael, making the Sabertooth guild master connect the dots. ”We owe him for saving us all…” she muttered softly, turning towards Stefan Borisov. ”This could’ve gone badly in many ways, but we made it out thanks to Mr. Morgan. Question remains, Lord Borisov… what will you have us do now?” Returning to Joya was not an option, and they were currently stranded somewhere in Pergrande. And with Michael knocked out, along with the betrayal of the Plumed Serpent mages, things were looking rather grim. At least the Envoy seemed to have made it out alive, which might have been the sole solace in this predicament.





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    Name: Fires of Creation - Infernal Dance
    Rank: A
    MP Cost: 50 MP
    Category: Support
    Type: Burst
    Healing: 100 HP
    Range: 75m
    Speed: 150m/s
    Duration: 1 turn
    Downside: N/A
    Description: Kenna ignites her aura, extending a boon of healing upon all her allies within range.


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    Post by The Lorekeeper 6th December 2021, 8:42 pm


    1250/6724
    Felidae City
    It was funny how quickly things could take a turn. In one moment, the excitement and pulse-pounding thrill of battle echoed in the cavern, as the wizards and espers did battle against the assassination squad. Despite their overwhelming numbers, it was evident that the masked attackers weren’t anywhere as strong as the defensive force assigned to Stefan Borisov. But within moments, within passing seconds, the enemies were adapting, becoming assimilated to the spells and weapons being used against them and becoming hardened, stronger, impervious. Were it not for the timely intervention of one of the Iceberg warriors, attempting to claim his trophy, it was very likely that the group would find themselves in an even more precarious situation. But the discovery of the assassin’s suicide bomb would rock the entirety of the mountain, as well as the gathered group. Everyone, ripped from their places and thrown against the walls or onto their backs, the shockwave strong enough to break stone and rupture a foundation that had stood the test of time for ages before. Worse yet was the sound of another explosion, muted from distance but no less familiar to the one that had just split the air before them. More assassins and another suicidal explosive had gone off somewhere in the city. It seemed they were not the only ones under attack.

    But that mattered very little, considering. Yuliana had been violently tossed against a wall, torn from her battle-worthy placement. Her sister, caring more for familiarity than duty, rushed to her twin’s side, her magical shield dissipating before the eyes of the Envoy. “What are you doing?!” he shouted, his fear boiling over and mixing with anger. His eyes flicked away from the departing woman, over to an assassin that had gotten to its feet and was turning towards him. With a snarl, his hand snapped out and an invisible force of telekinetic energy wrapped around the masked enemy, pulling it from the ground. His other hand slashed into the air in front of him, his psychic abilities so volatile that it sliced the assassin into multiple pieces, along with the wall directly behind it. With that handled, his attention turned once more to the twins, ready to unload his fury at them through a series of condescending insults. But instead, he found the two standing beside one another, a pressure unlike anything he had ever felt pressing against him.

    His defender, Yurielle, was looking at him and, with the smallest, most wicked of smirks, bid him farewell from them, as well as the nation of Bellum. His eyes widened in shock as realization rushed over him but before he could do anything, a bulb of black magic came rushing out. There was no time to prevent the coming calamity that was sure to shake him free the mortal coil… save the intervention of his fellow esper, Michael. The magicless guardian summoned forth portals and before the Envoy could comprehend what was happening, he was free of danger and Felidae altogether, coming down and landing on the familiar soil of his homeland.

    Meanwhile, Felidae was on the brink of utter extinction. The devastating wave of vaporization swiftly spread outwards but, as it did, it would encounter magical barriers. The Rune Knight Engineer Corp, along with some of Felidae and Bosco’s best minds, had placed deterrent devices all along Felidae. With the rumor of a dirty magical bomb being handled by rioters and the approaching Sun-Kissed, it seemed wise to prepare for any kind of magical attack. Yet there was no calculation for the sheer strength and might of the twin’s spell and each device, while managing to slow the growth of the attack, were swallowed up and disintegrated as well. The entirety of the mountains, with the massive Market building on its peak, were swallowed up by the dark globe. The streets, houses, people along the ascent of the mountain were going about their day one moment and then were gone the next, reduced to memories as the technology meant to protect them only managed minimal to moderate reduction. By the time the spell had weakened enough for the devices to hold it and keep it from spreading further, nearly sixty-six percent of Felidae City had been wiped from the map. Even the group meant to protect Bellum’s representative, trapped in their own conflict, would just barely be outside of the range of the spell, the darkness of death mere yards away from their battleground.

    When the pitch finally faded away, there would be nothing of the mountainous city. Bits of dark flecks, the barest of ash, would fill the sky as the result of the twin’s attack. Everything above the very base and a good portion of the rise were erased from existence. Cries all along the remaining streets and homes would fill the air as the horror of what had occurred finally set in, a nearly unified wail erupting from the survivors. And the devastation was still far from over…

    Thousands of miles away, in the wilds of Pergrande, the Envoy and what remained of his entourage stood, trying to wrap their heads around what had happened. Kenna, having made it through the portal, was there to save Michael from hitting the ground. Stefan Borisov hadn’t moved since he landed, his eyes glazed over and shadowed from the angle at which he stared at the ground. Estrid walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, resulting in no response still. As Kenna went about laying Michael on her dragon, having melted the frost and chill about the area, she took the time to commend the esper for his diligence. She theorized that things could have gone bad in a lot of different ways and wondered what came next from the Imperial Envoy.

    “What will I have you do?! he spat, his gaze snapping up finally to look at Kenna. In an instant, a pulse of telekinetic energy ripped out from the Imperial Envoy, cracking the melted ground beneath them. His hand shot out once more in the direction the guildmaster and Kenna would find herself frozen in her spot, an invisible hand gripping her from all sides. It would squeeze her tight, even as another invisible force took hold of the Yinlong’s neck and gripped it, preventing it from launching any kind of retaliation for its master’s situation. Estrid reacted to her master’s actions, bringing her weapons up in front of her and ready to attack the beast should it manage to escape. The Sabertooth guildmaster would be lifted from the ground, her feet slowly leaving the solid earth and pulled towards the Envoy. “Disgusting creatures, you magic users. Yet I was told to show you leeway, to give you a chance to prove that perhaps peace could be made. And the moment I let my guard down…” Well, it was abundantly clear what had happened. There was a searing, inflamed, violent rage burning bright in Stefan's eyes as he stared down Kenna -- one that practically cried out for a bloodletting. “You will do nothing, Guildmaster Kenna Terrynhain. Convenient, isn’t it? That you came here, after my salvation from what would have surely been a successful assassination. Fiore and Bellum, Bellum and Fiore -- two leaves from the same unearthly, malformed tree. Did you come to finish the job? To ensure that Bellum got the blood it so desired?”

    He raised his hand up, in a similar fashion as when he had slashed the assassin to pieces. “Give me one good reason to not cut you down here and now.”

    Tag: @Odhran Aegisbane, @Knight Owl, @Yuri and Yuli, @Aura
    Odhran Aegisbane and Yuri and Yuli had successfully escaped elsewhere and, as such, their roles in this guided thread have been completed. Michael and Kenna have one more post each before I'll make my final post. You have until 12/13/21 to make your final posts.
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    Post by Aura 12th December 2021, 8:08 pm

    Her? Who had ever mentioned anything about her having to do anything? Us. But it seemed all too obvious that the Envoy was blinded by his rage; yet his thirst for blood was nothing compared to what they'd all just witnessed. Even when he unleashed his telekinetic powers against her, gripping her and Astaroth tightly, crippling the dragon from making any movements in retaliation to its master's capture, Kenna remained calm. The pressure squeezing down on her was no laughing matter, by far, and it actually hindered her breathing a good lot, yet in sight of seeing him turn against hers-- grouping her together with those bastards just because she was a magic user? Born, blessed and cursed by magic from her very first breath? It would've sent her in a rage herself had she any ounce less of self-control. Instead she stared into the Envoy's raging eyes as he spat accusations upon her person, imagined the ploy of her working hand in hand with the dark mages. And it only fueled her flames of rebellion. She would not bow to this man any longer.

    "So now you need a scapegoat. One you actually can overpower, is that it? The great and mighty Pergrandian Envoy needs to take out their impotence on a weaker, legally-aligned mage because the true culprits fall beyond your grasp?! Or is it because I hold magic? Tsk, pathetic." she clicked her tongue and glowered at the man, not even bothering to fight his grasp. Her own gaze grew colder and condescending the longer she had to look upon Stefan's, yet she never broke eye-contact with the man. "What those Plumed Serpent bastards did is unforgivable, yet daring to lump me together with them because of my lineage? I chose to stay behind to save yours, you fool, to die so they could live. Had it not been for Michael's mercy, I wouldn't be here either. But who cares about that, right?" The sigil of Sabertooth on her lower arm started glowing anew, bright light reflected upon her golden tattoo before a portal opened a fair dozen meters away from the group, from which the remainder of people stumbled forth, all seemingly confused at yet another change of scenery. Only this time they saw people they recognised. The portal urged its unauthorized visitors out, and closed itself seconds after the last had ventured across its threshold; even if she could keep the portal open to bring Michael and the Fiorians he'd saved into safety, with how the envoy was acting she did not wish to take any risks at the wrong person trespassing. Yggdrasil would not open its doors for the Pergrandian arrogance displayed today--- not now.

    It was all about him. Stefan and Pergrande, great, might and all-powerful arrogant bastards. Fuck the world, as long as they were somehow able to look supreme. Had he been able to, she would've spat on his words -and maybe even his face-, yet despite her defiance, there was still a part of her maintaining a begrudging amount of politeness. For now, at least. A good reason? Should you not be looking at Iceberg for having been in charge of your security detail rather than asking me for one?" she bit back at the man when he demanded a single good reason for him not to kill her. The Sabertooth guildmaster was all but impressed by the display of power and superiority, deeming it more akin to a child's tantrum. She'd been prepared to die only moments earlier, so why would that have changed in such a short time? However grateful she was to Michael for saving her from her demise, the man was out cold and unable to intervene. She was most-likely the only thing left standing between Stefan's need for blood and the people the Esper had saved--- so she'd do it once more, and put her life on the line in a way she knew Itori would have scolded her for. "Why should I bother when you're clearly more inclined to kill? Do it, Stefan. Show me you have the balls to be as ungrateful as you're making yourself out to be, willing to murder the ones who saved you and your kin," The white-haired demoness snapped her fingers, the most movement she could muster at that moment, only for a sigil of ancient scripture to appear upon the Yinlong's forehead. "Or have the decency to let them go." she gestured at the dragon carrying Michael's body, and the other people he'd saved that had not been of Pergrandian or Iceberg descent. "They at least deserve to be spared. Their lives are my priority, as they've always been; allow the dragon to carry them to safety, away from this madness. And in case you're afraid it'll attack all you have to do is kill me and it shall perish too. That's what the sigil's for."

    If Borisov were to exert more pressure he would notice Astaroth squirming in pain equal to what his master was feeling, their bond connecting their every thread of life at this very point. It was a bold and risky move, but she hoped to at least appeal to Borisov's empathy towards the Esper in Michael-- and mayhaps the debt of the man having saved him. If Astaroth were to be relieved of the telekinetic grasp it'd bare its fangs at the Estrid and the Envoy in a soft snarl, but move back, lowering itself for anyone else to get on before taking off if Kenna did not join them. The demoness did not fear Stefan's threat any more than she would've earlier, instead coldly gazing upon the man threatening her, defying the rage in his eyes with indifference. If death awaited her at his hands, she would welcome it and be born anew from the aetherflow. If not… all the better. If freedom was granted to her she too would step away, opening a portal for both her, Astaroth and the others to return through. Ace of Spades would await them on the other side, with the guildmaster making sure she was the last one to cross the portal before it closed again. Their safety came before her own.



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    Post by Knight Owl 14th December 2021, 9:18 am



    Michael Brooklyn Morgan "Red Alert"
    Ishgard Symposium - Group 1 (Pergrande)

    It was supposed to be a fine day. Of celebration, to end the years long war between Bellum and Pergrande that no more lives may be unnecessarily taken. Yet in this joyous of occasions, the blonde haired woman named Giselle woke up late. A few winks and a yawn was all it took before it dawned on her that she was already late for the occasion. “Oh no, I’m late!” She said in a panicked tone. The engineer would have no need for baths because, after all, ‘That’s what perfumes and colognes are for!’, just as she’d say everytime she was late and questioned when skipping a quick shower. “Let’s see…” she mumbled to herself as she stared at the mirror of the pristine bathroom, looking at her messy hair with such disgust. Not that Michael would know, but Giselle is a telekinetic as well, though not as powerful, as it was owed to her lineage as having a tiny bit of Pergrandian blood. To what percentage is a mystery, an enigma she isn’t particularly interested in. “I’ll just do all of them at once.” The appliances would plug in themselves through her psychokinetic will, all of them fixing and tidying up her hair while she hurriedly put on her makeup. Can’t show up with an ugly face, she’d always say to herself. “A most important day and I almost missed it! Like, unbelievable!” She said in between putting on her foundation and some other makeup. Blush, contour, eye shadows, lipsticks, lip gloss. She can’t miss a single thing. Everything has to be beautiful. No, more like she can’t work if she herself isn’t wearing makeup.

    “I’ll have to apologize to the guys. Oh no… I hope they aren’t, like, mad at me!” She’d murmur to herself while donning her attire. No less eye-catching, yet not something worthy for the red carpet. No, she’d exert this much effort if she was going to official events. Only a simple combination of makeup and blouse and stuff would do, not over the top but quite fashionable for an event like this. She’d meet up with Michael’s twins, Ozwald and Francois to stand witness to the treatise. She was looking forward to it, but little did she know that catastrophe would befall upon Felidae.

    A spark would appear in front of her. It quickly expanded into a ring, creating a portal revealing a snowy plain out in the wilderness. To where she couldn’t say, but before she could react to what happened, she was already a few steps away from the portal, her designer heels creating petite impressions on the snow laden grounds. “Eh-?” It was too late for her to go back as she turned her heel to go through the portal once more, as it had already started to shrink. Before it could dissipate, however, she’d see what Felidae was before it was consumed in total darkness. The force of the spell that annihilated around 2/3rds of the city knocked her back, the snow cushioning her fall. It would be her last memory of the place, her eyes wide with shock trying to process what had just happened. She had not noticed that portals appeared around her vicinity, transporting most, if not, all Pergrandian soldiers to the snow laden landscape. And then she saw Michael, unconscious and unresponsive to the stimuli, lying idly by what looked like a dragon. And then she saw another woman, who looked like she was held up her throat by an invisible force - telekinesis, she would later deduce, from the enraged envoy. Yet her focus was not on them, no, it was Michael’s. She immediately rushed towards the esper’s side, trying to wake him up. “Michael? Michael!” She’d cry out. He’s definitely out cold and, from the psionic residues on his body, he must be the one responsible for the portals. To pass out like this must mean he exerted too much of his psionic power to save everyone, but mass teleportation of this scale isn’t possible at his current psychokinetic strength. No, he must have had help from someone, and she was horrified to see the price he had to pay.

    The most obvious one was what appeared to be a demonic arm, his right arm now a rigid red and scars of hellish energy coursing through it. Sharp claws replaced his calloused hands, now capable of rending flesh just as easily as cutting paper with a sharpened blade. Though it appears dorman, she could feel the presence of the demon’s dominion from it. It wasn’t as obvious at first, but hidden beneath the leather sleeves of his left arm are what appears to be sigils of eldritch origin with a faint ominous glow. The former, she was aware of since she was apprised of his situation, but the eldritch sigils were new to her but its eeriness bespoke madness unparalleled. To her, at least. Try as she might, she can’t wake up the soldier. The conversation between the Sabertooth guild master and the Pergrandian envoy was drowned out from trying to process everything that transpired.

    “How could this happen…” She said, tears visibly forming around her eyes; sad, not just from Michael’s situation, but also because this momentous day would be remembered as the day thousands died from this cruel spell. “Today was supposed to be the best day ever, damn it!” She’d cry out, “We’re supposed to have peace! No more bloodshed! No more needless deaths! All of us, tired of this war that’s been going on since who knows when! Yet clearly someone does not want that!” She stood up and stared at the envoy, with burning vengeance aflame in her sky-hued eyes. “No… someone clearly wants the war to continue, and they clearly want to blame you for this misfortune. And I’m willing to bet the other representative met the same fate as the rest. Michael knows what happened. He should, and if he wakes up, gods forbid it, we will exact our vengeance without mercy for the people of Joya.” She, rage building up inside her, though it fell short as she’s exhausted herself from all the crying and of the anger she felt. “Michael had siblings, you know. Like, twins. Four of them with the same faces. They had magic, while he didn’t. Despite this difference, they could get along perfectly.” She then shifted her gaze at the woman, who she was now aware of her identity as the guild master of Sabertooth, and then back to Stefan. “And please, let her go. She’s not the one at fault. If not out of the kindness of your heart, at least spare her for Michael. You owe your lives to him. These evil mages are the enemies, not her and all of the good wizards who wanted to make the world a better place. Call me naive, whatever. If anything, we’d gladly clear you of your suspicion if you permit us. I do know one thing - we will hunt down the bitches who did this, forgive my French, with or without your help.”

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    Post by The Lorekeeper 15th December 2021, 11:52 am


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    Felidae City
    Stefan Borisov was the living embodiment of rage and hatred at the moment. Though it was true, Kenna didn’t seem to have any attachment to the sisters that had made an attempt on his life, he’d already proven once today that his trust of the magic’d people of the world was not worth a grain of salt. His telekinesis gripped the Sabertooth guild master tight, every manic instinct in him telling him to twist, to flex his fingers just so and break the all important spinal column into fragments. Even if she wasn’t part of the attempt, she was still one of them and their supernatural, infernal magic was beyond reprehensible. It sickened him to his core and it made his own psionic abilities flare up further.

    Despite her situation, when she rightfully should have been pleading his pardon, she doubled down on her temper -- casting insults and dismissals of his claims as preposterous. She had the right of it; she had stayed behind, even escaping through Michael’s own portal, to ensure that she was part of the guard until the last. She even tried to shift the concern to his personal guards from Iceberg. The Envoy’s glassy gaze snapped to Estrid, his vision narrowing slightly as he continued to listen to the guildmaster’s words. She attempted to goad him into action, believing he had thrown all wisdom to the wayside just for the sake of bloodletting. She wanted him to prove that he was truly the indecent, ungrateful child that he seemed to be acting. And then she moved to pleading, asking that the others be spared and that he allow her dragon to take them to safety. And if he was afraid of the beast attempting some kind of attack, all he would have to do was end her, there and then, and it would be gone.

    The shrill, unkempt voice of another woman caught the attention of all, as Giselle made her presence known. Clearly an associate of Michael’s, she rushed to his side and did her best to wake him, though he was all but drained of energy. Her own voice rallied up after Kenna’s, lamenting the tragedies that had befallen the day. His gaze flitted to meet hers as she spoke of the cold war that had been raging for years, now pushed towards the brink of release by the actions of assassins and plotting mages. And this new woman wanted to get revenge for the people that had lost their lives in Felidae City. Finally she, too, pleaded but instead for Kenna’s life, remarking that she deserved it for the sake of Michael. All of their lives were owed to the esper and he should shift his vengeful focus to those had had blatantly made the attempt on his life, while forgiving her and all the other mages that, as she put it, ‘want to make the world a better place’. She then stated that they would happily clear themselves of suspicion and would act to hunt the ‘bitches’ down -- a callous name for the twin sisters from Plumed Serpent.

    Stefan Borisov took it all in. And it would be quite clear that some of the raging inferno inside of him would quell, slowly but surely. “Very well…” he finally spoke, lifting his head slightly. With his other hand, he gestured to Estrid. The Iceberg warrior would nod and shift her axe to one hand, while the other snaked behind her and pulled loose a pair of cuffs. “Guildmaster Kenna Terrynhain, you are under arrest for suspicion of plotting to assassinate a foreign dignitary. If you are truly free of guilt, then we will grant you emancipation and allow you to return to your homeland. Dismiss your creature immediately so that we may tend to Michael ourselves.” It was not a request, it was an order. And once she had done so, Estrid would walk over and lock the cuffs around her wrist. The locks would seal around her limbs and, upon locking shut, she would feel her magic instantly cut off and reduced to the most minimal of states. All it would take is a simple look to figure out that the cuffs were made of Oblivium -- Pergrande’s primary weapon against magic users.

    Once she was secured, he would lower Kenna to the ground, leaving her to be taken by Estrid. The Envoy wiped his face with his gloved hand, sighing softly as he allowed his rage to leave him via his mouth. Then he turned to face Giselle. “I don’t know who you are but you seem to be close to Michael. This man was my saving grace and, as such, I will do everything in my power to see that he is treated with the best medicine that Pergrande has to offer. He will be regarded as a hero of our nation.” The Imperial Envoy chanced a glance at Michael, taking in the sight of the warped arm of the esper. He chose not to make a comment on it as he returned his gaze to the woman. “You may accompany him to the capital. As for your… ‘mission of vengeance’, as you so eloquently put it, that is your own accord. I, for one, harbor no great love for the people of Joya and the losses they suffered are theirs to grieve. But you are correct on one front. Clearly, someone was looking to gain an upper hand here today by killing me. Bellum -- and it has used the last underhanded tactic that my nation will allow. Perhaps this was a set up from a third party; some other nation or organization that seeks to profit from violence between our nations. And if that’s the case, then they can consider their pockets lined,” he said with a smirk. And that was all he would say, turning and walking away, intent to find his way back to the capital. The remaining Iceberg warriors would take Michael in arms and carry him with them, whilst Kenna would find herself prisoner and carried over Estrid’s shoulder.

    There was no telling what awaited them at the Pergrande capital.

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