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He took little pleasure in defeating Bafae. Mishra was far more concerned with getting back to his projects. Additionally, Mishra was beginning to wonder who had ascertained the construct competitors’ component. His thoughts ran like this:
"If the robot truly misses it, doubtless, then one of the other competitors must've collected it. Surely no Lagornian would have use for it. Could it really be of any use to them? Probably not; I can't think of a single one that'd know the first thing about machines.”
His thoughts rambled on in that manner, little couriers continued stoking his fire as he’d ordered. As you might expect, he was having it fueled with merchant deliveries. Package after package had been reduced to embers and ash, some of the latter had gone up the elaborate chimney and now drifted above the houses of those that sent them on the seemingly random air currents.
Mishra looked up from his work. Dappled light was shimmering about the room. It was distracting enough that he lost his train of thought (definitely not common occurrence). A Bomat Courier was ordered to pull an obscured metal rod out from within the burning documents and parcels. It took three couriers to extract it (and all it was attached to) from the burning rubbish and it was placed at Mishra's feet.
"Well, there's the errant artifact. I wonder who'd deliver me a fellow competitor's limb? The construct is sure to be unhappy with me if he discovers this. I suppose I'll never know who the sender was now that all the evidence is not but soot."
He heard a rap on the door and ordered an Assembly-Worker to answer. Kara? The automaton was correct, as usual. The artificer was pushed into the hall outside his workshop to speak with the contestant.
"You don't look well. What is it you want from me?"
"I need you to explain what's happening to me!" Kara shouted as he threw aside his cape.
If Mishra was alarmed, he didn't show it. He looked at Kara's disfigured side and then back to his tear-stained face. Obviously something beyond the Rogue Wizard's control was taking place; this was no deception.
"I don't know that I'm able or willing to help you" Mishra stated flatly.
"You must! If not you, who will I turn to!?" Kara fell to his knees.
"I've dealt with things as incredible as this before, that's true, but I'd have to... alter you to stop it."
"Please! Anything to halt this nightmare!"
"I'm sorry" Mishra shook his head "it'd end up placing me in a very bad spot were I to aid you in this way."
"Why? If you're capable, end this misery! It'll destroy others besides me, perhaps all of Lagorna!"
"Precisely. This issue demands you address a Lagornian. You could easily distort their home. Tell them I am willing to help at their request."
An Assembly-Worker escorted Kara outside as Mishra returned to his room. This should work to his advantage. If Kara was able to convince the Lagornian hosts that he was in need of altering for everyone's safety, they'd most likely have to resort to enlisting Mishra's assistance. If they did, that would definitely put him in higher standing among the rule makers.
"My project will be done soon. I wish I hadn't needed to destroy so many of my workers to defeat Bafae, but it was necessary. I'll need to create more. I wonder what I should do with the construct's appendage?" Mishra's thoughts continued on similar veins as he approached completion of his unbelievable design.
She woke up in some bed. She could hear seaguls outside from a single window in the room. The room she woke up in was mostly of wood but with decorated with paintings, mostly of theater perfomances and some wizard doing magical tricks. There was a knight sitting at the table. It seemed to be one of the watchmen. "So you are awake now?" the watchman said in female voice. "Where am I?" "You are in the house of the Moxartine family, You probably know the owner better by the name of Nathan."
"Why am I here? I was attacked by two persons and they put some spell on me that made me faint, did you rescue me from them?"
The watchman did not answer directly. She did not know what to say to the girl, She may be a fighter in the tournament but she was still a little girl.
"You were taken here to keep you from the fight."
"The fight!? what it the time, how much time is it left?"
She looked around the room for some clock or anything that could tell the time.
"The fight began 20 minutes ago." Said the watchman.
"20 minutes! I am late! where is my sword!? Have you seen my sword?"
"Your equipment is on the basement floor but sadly I can't let you go to the fight. I have been ordered to keep you here until it is over."
Tiamat jumped out of the bed. "What? why? I need to get out of here"
She ran to the door trying to open it but it was locked shut.
"I'm sorry but i can't let you out of here until it is over."
"You still don't answer my question!" Tiamat was getting angry now. She kicked the door open breaking the lock and ran down the stairs.
The watchman ran after her catching her downstairs as Tiamat was looking around for the sword. "Let me go!" Tiamat screamed.
"My orders are to keep you here my lady!"
Tiamat hit the knight in the stomach causing her to fly into locker breaking it in the landing.
Tiamat were opening all doors and lockers she could find for the sword. She finally found in the closet. She took the sword and ran out of the house.
She was now standing in the outer parts of the harbor. She did not even know where the fight was being placed so she asked any person she could find. The watchman had now exit the house. Tiamat tried to sneak amongst the mass of people away from her.
She was crawling beside some barrels and boxes but her large sword smashed into them as she went by. She tried to slow down and be more careful but now there were two legs blocking her way. The watchman looked down on her with her arms crossed. Tiamat pushed straight through between her feet making her fall in the process. Tiamat stepped up on her lags and began to run.
"Why do I continue to underastimate her strength." The wacthman was thinking as she stepped up.
"The match you say? It is played in the Trogon forest but it began half an hour ago." "Thank you kind sir." Tiamat said to the sailor. "Stop that girl!" Two soldiers heard the watchman and was now approaching Timat. The soldiers where not difficult to pass. She pushed them aside easily, one fell into a wagon, the other fell into the water. Tiamat was running over the bridge now as she got a glimpse of the watchman that was following her. She ran past the federation building and straight towards the forest with the watchman coming closer.
She was running strange paths through the forest when she slowed down a little to see if her pursuer was still following her. There where no one behind. "Finally I lost her, Now I just need to get to the arena before they declare me disqualified. If they not already have." She only got to the river when a familiar one appeared before her.
"I have been ordered to keep you from the match and that is what I will do, and this timeI won't let myself get fooled by your innocent look." The watchman held a partizan in her hands. Tiamat said. "I don't want to hurt you, please move aside"
"Don't worry, you won't be able to." The watchman responded.
Tiamat attacked with intent to hit the watchman with the blunt side of the sword. As she took the swing, the watchman stepped behind her smacking her in the head with the wooden side of the spear. Tiamat took another swing followed by another and another but all attempts where responded in the same way with the knight moving aside and hitting her in the back. Tiamat took a stone and threw it at the knight but yet again she moved aside and got another hit. This was getting annoying. Tiamat was now desperately trying to get a hit by making full swings but the knight continued to doge everything.
Tiamat kicked the ground hard enough to put the knight of balance. This where her chance. She raised her sword with an incautious opening. As she swung the sword the knight thrust the spear with the sharp end into Tiamats stomach.
Tiamat fell to the ground. The knight ran to her in an attempt to treat her wound.
Tiamat knew that there was no wound. When the knight got on her knees, Tiamat took her sword and swung it. The hit caused the knight to fly rather far. She was hit by the blunt side so she was fine, Tiamat was thinking as she continued to run to the Arena.
When Tiamat got to the arena, Henric had just started to present the winner.
As the audience cheered Tiamat fell onto her knees with tears in her eyes.
"I...it's...I just..." the man stuttered. Kara cut him off with a scathing sound in the back of his throat. He grabbed the man's face and let his power flow into him. As his face twisted and warped, flesh separating into tendrils, revealing bone and cartilage and muscle beneath, the man rasped, unable to speak. The distortion spread down his neck, onto his chest, down his arms, and halfway to his waist before Kara cut off the flow of power and released the unlucky individual. The man stumbled back, clutching at his face and torso. He turned to the crowd. Everyone shrank back. Kara blinked. And suddenly he was horrified at what he had done. The man turned back and gazed at him through his one remaining eye. A trembling finger pointed at him, accusing. Kara backed away, stammering apologies. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, still backing away, leaving just Kara and the man standing, facing each other, in the center of a circle. Kara turned and ran, expecting resistance from the crowd, but everyone hurriedly backed away from him. He hesitated for a moment, then fled blindly through the city, his vision blurred by tears.
Jahanacicus had his magic flowing around him as a shield. He stood with hit sword of hidden truth in his right hand and the bow in his left. The poisoned covered daggers he had used on his opponent did not seem to have made any effect except for some small cuts into his flesh. If he had knew that he would fight this mage of dark spells he would have brought other equipment.
"You rely too much on your equipment. You are powerful, the most powerful of the contestants but you are stubborn in your choices. You only focus on one opponent and thus you become weak when facing the unexpected." said Vincent.
"I am the son of a god. I possess powerful ethereal magic. I don't need any silly tools to destroy those that comes in my way. Jahanacicus responded.
"Yet you are loosing this battle" This man had shown himself being a very powerful mage, a clever one at that but nothing he have shown have given the impression of him being a good swordsman. If Jahanacicus where to win this fight he had to fight with speed and force and not spells and tricks.
Jahanacicus shot three quick shots with his bow forcing Vincent to block them with some spell, he then dropped the bow and attacked with his sword in both hands. He made sure to use magic to make him faster but still leaving an intact shield. He was indeed faster than the man but he did not get strikes past his guard as easy as he had thought. Now and then he got a hit on the man but he himself did also get cut by the man's sword. He was however getting in more hits. "Enough!" The man shouted as a force of black magic pushed Jahanacicus away from the man and creating cracks in the room's walls and roof.
Vincent spit blood as he dropped his sword. He stretched out his arms with only a very weak mantra of black magic left surrounding him. "It has been a pleasure fighting against you." He said.
This was Jahanacicus' chance. He put most of his ethereal magic into his sword and jumped at the man with his sword aiming at his breast.
The pain was overwhelming as it burned straight through his body and soul.
The sword had pierced the man's breast but some black magic surrounded. The man had transferred the sword strike into Jahanacicus instead. He looked down at the large bleeding wound in his own breast as the man was laughing.
Jahanacicus looked up at the man and saw his wounds began to heal by the black magic. The walls began to crumble and a black thick liquid streamed into the room.
The liquid filled the room and Jahanacicus was soon completely covered by it.
"Now you have only your choice left." the man said as the both became completely covered in the liquid.
Jahanacicus was floating in the air as he opened his eyes. His wounds where gone and the liquid was gone but everything was completely black. He tried to sense something, anything but there where nothing here except darkness. Then the darkness above him began to crack open and light became visible. The darkness seemed to flow down. The darkness flowed into some circular shape in the floor. As the last of the darkness had gone through it a gate of glass shut together, trapping the darkness. Jahanacicus landed on the gate. He looked around him. It looked as he was in the sky, cloud looking structures where floating around him and there were a sun in the far distance.
Above him though he saw an whole world. It looked like the world where Legorna was located, it must have been as straight above him far away he could see the dome structure.
He saw a movement beneath him. behind the glass gate in the black liquid a skeleton skull screamed soundlessly as it was floating there. "One condemned to eternal life and death without a glimpse of hope to ever become either true."
Jahanacicus turned around as a faceless godlike being approached him gliding through the air. "Where am I?" ”We are at the abyssal gate. A gate to keep the abyss from slipping into our world."
"I have already been fighting the abyss just before I came here."
"Vincent, your opponent did not use magic of the abyss. He used magic of the dark or as it once was called Vegrin abdon. In this world light and dark essence of our existance flow through everything that is, Providing life and death to all in it.
This below you which was once called Akon abdon is the consuming darkness. It does not provide neither life nor death as it takes them both from those that would be trapped within it's claws. Holding them in an eternal torment."
"I am a son of an ethereal god, I stand above these kinds of magic"
"In the eyes of the Akon abdon everyone and everything is equal. It consumes all life and death from anyone that would be taken by it. Not even gods stand above life and death and thus not even the consumer of them."
"Well then it's good that it is trapped beneath this glass gate then. Come to that what or who are you and why am I here?"
"The people call me a god. I am the watcher of the abyssal gate, keeper of the key and protector of it. You are here to make a choice. The abyss you see is struggling to get free from it's prison and sometimes is succeeds by creating a fragment of itself in the normal world. If these would be left unchecked they would grow as they consume and destroy everything. My chosen’s walk the world in search of these and destroys them before they can make harm. I cannot force your choice but I offer you to become one of my valiant knights of dark to seek and destroy the abyss. "
"What if I refuse?"
"You will go home to your own world and never return here.
What is your choice Jahanacicus?"
PROGRESS REPORT 226:
Received anonymous tip concerning location of missing bodily appendage. Positive intentions of @HeroKP's Jahanacicus under questions. To be consulted after battle. Usage of a battalion of Nivix Cyclopses requested and granted.
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Hans was sitting in the audence beside Radhe as they watched the two illusions of Jahanacicus and Tiamat fight. The illusion of Jahanacicus attacked the Tiamat which seemed to just take the attack straight on. Jahanacicus now seemed to be in pain and some moments later he fell to the ground. The priest had already left when Henric decieded that they would wait a moment more to confirm the victory.
Radhe looked into her plant network when after 5 minutes or so she saw Tiamat approach. "Tiamat is coming here!"
"Then everything seems to be in order. The winner of the 5th round is the girl born of dragons, Tiamat!" Henric shouted when Tiamat came out of from the trees. The audience cheered when they saw her.
"I won? And they are cheering for me?" Tiamat thought as she let her exhausted legs rest.
The knight had now caught up. She removed her helmet revealing a white and sweaty hair. "I'm sorry girl, we had to keep you from the fight or you would have risked interupting Vincent's plan of sending Jahanacicus to the abyssal god. He had become a too large threat." She said as she picked up Tiamat and carried her to the audience.
"I'm sorry that underastimated you earlier. If you want we could end the fight we had begun earlier sometime and maybe i could teach you how to be more light on your feet" She said smiling to the girl.
"What is your name?" Tiamat asked her.
"My name is Haide." "I'm pleased to meet you Haide, my name is Tiamat"
They both laughed as they went to the cheering audience.
Winner
@TenebrisNemo
@HeroKP Thank you very much for participating in this tournament.
You know the deal. You will be given one favorite of your choice for each step in Jahanacicus's evolution that you post including his first.
As a bonus you might also make Jahanacicus' choice whichever you'd like him to make. If you want to that is.
Congratulations @TenebrisNemo
For once she hoped that the seemingly powerful wizard could have a way to dispose the depowered evil (probably) dragon queen. She didn't really know for sure what just happened, but she didn't happy at all about it.
'Damned be this whole world if that child would show her true power and nature.' She then left from the cheering audience to the streets outside, hopefully she could find something that could aid her in her current situation.
As the audience filtered out of the arena like sand through a sieve, two goblins scuttled down the walls, made difficult by the abundance of brass weaponry strapped to their laboratory robes. They stomped over to the facedown body of Jahanacicus, faces ruddy with rage, steam erupting from their flectomantic apparatuses.
With a calloused long-nailed foot, the smaller of the goblins kicked over Jahanacicus's body.
"Where is it?" she hissed.
Jahanacicus's lips moved soundlessly. A single open eye was leaking a black liquid that sizzled in the open air.
"You will give it back to us, mind intact or not!"
The 6th round between Leandra and Maern will commence in 2 and a half hour in the abandoned town.
@Lujikul & @TheCenterOfTheUniverse
Don't worry. this fight will not be 3.5 parts long.
*Happening before everyone left the arena*
This might be unfair, as I made a lot of effort about my character, while @TenebrisNemo just did 2 or 3 comments.
But then again I may just be a sore loser.
As for Jahanacicus's choice... I'm gonna leave the suspense to you! But you might infer from the clues. Here you go:
Suddenly, the arena went pitch-black. Lightning struck everywhere. And floating above the arena, was Jahanacicus. But he wasn't filled with rage. He was clapping. An eerie silence followed, and then he spoke:
"Well, well, well. Looks like I lost the fight. Or did I? You see, what I hid from you, was the ethereal gods guided the very creation of this plane in particular. And what did my dad create? The dragons. And I must say, I helped him a lot in his work. You see, I basically lost to my own creation. Did that mean I lost in reality? The only real consequence, is that my child - with these words he stroke Tiamat's waving hair - has overcome my potential. And isn't that the goal of parenting?"
And before anyone could respond, he vanished into thin air.
For me, as in @HeroKP , I am officially out of the contest, but I would like to stay and be a member of the "staff". Precisely, I want to help move along the plot, like the actions of Ravnica's guilds, and so on. Please inform me of I am allowed to do that.
No sooner was the winner announced then Mishra left the arena. His project was mere minutes from completion and he'd had to force himself to leave it and watch the competition so as not to be conspicuously absent.
He was returned to his temporary abode and every door and window was again checked to make sure none could witness his final steps.
"Aha!" came the uncharacteristic shout from the cripple "It's finished."
Determined to keep it a secret, Mishra knew it was better not to let the other contestants know that his gear ridden chair was augmented. Now, in moments, the seat he rode in could be transformed into his battle armor. His abilities would be magnified, his thoughts even more mechanical, and his link to the Assembly-Workers strengthened. The conveyance would encapsulate Mishra and interlock with his nervous system. He'd not only be able to walk and fight again, he'd be part machine.
"This will be sure to surprise my next opponent" Mishra mused as he paced the floor with the familiar sound of automaton footsteps matching perfectly with his own...
[Mode 2]
Anyway, just wanted to give everyone some insight into why I'm doing what I'm doing here beyond the tournament purposes. Oh, and the middle ability is a little different then the last iteration of Mishra...)
It does not matter very much the quantity with the lore of characters as long as there is something. Specially some background or something else that gives me a personality of the character. The more is better but it will not make the character invincible in the tournament.
Why your character lost was because he appeared as very very powerful beoynd logic as well as he had no weakness. This made him difficult to work with so I had to put in some kind of power that I could use to balance things out if they got too dangerous.
So your character lost because his lore and character lacked quality and logic.
I am sorry if I was not clear enough about this when I described the score system from which winners are chosen.
Not to be disrespectful but I rather work alone as game master. Between me and players there is only one line of misconceptions while if there are an additional group there will be three lines of misconceptions. Something I rather try to avoid.
I'm not really following.
(the last comment that is)
Perhaps "member of the staff" is too strong a word. I just want to be there to guide the plot a little, and I am not looking anywhere near judging the tournament. I just want to strike a few deals from the names of the guilds, that's all.
When Leandra started packing her things, she noticed a small vial and a note on her desk. The note said: "You don't really have a reason to trust me, but I encourage you to do so. This vial will give you a boost against the hulk. I've always hated those types - all brawn and no brains. It is obvious I will try to give you the upper hand. Choose to drink the vial, or choose to get rif of it. I will not punish you if you reject my offer.
- A supporter"
LOST: Head
COLOUR: Silvery-Goldish-Coppery-Iron-Colored
SIZE: Head-sized
LAST SEEN: Being carried away by slobbering Rakdos cultists.
LAST SUSPECTED LOCATION: With a deranged, arrogant ghost
REWARD: Free gizometric amplifications, courtesy of our two goblins Bibble and Thibble
IF FOUND: Please contact @Gelectrode at 360-BIG-BANG, or stop by Nivix Laboratories.
EDIT: @Lujikul, want to do some real sleuthing?
So no it does not happen.
It's quite complicated to understand. It happened, and it didn't. Jahanacicus made a choice (which I won't reveal), but he also astrally projected himself onto the arena. Or did he?
TL;DR: Everyone thought it happened, but it actually didn't
Firstly, Terrodus is seen as one of the better gods as not only does he watch over the abyss which could destroy the world but he also give two choices (three if you include the death choice). Another god which is very relevant for the world only gives one choice.
Terrodus and his chosen abyss seekers are very much respected as they don't interfere with anyones business or life unless they have been affected by the abyss.
This makes so that those that choose to become a servant for Terrodus will be given the ability to control dark magic which will make a kind connection to their soul. If one would disrespect Terrodus or the status of being an abyss seeker. they would be taken the away the dark magic which in turn would destroy the soul and kill the host.
The second choice where the person leaves the world. He or she promises to leave without causing any sort of dissorder. People that meet up with Terrodus are most often near death or another reasons to have traveled to the realm between the world and the abyss. This would mean that their body is heavily damaged.
Terrodus heals their physical body and soul with the life essence (opposite to the dark magic). This can also be taken from them and put them back in their life critical condition.
For those that live in the world, they are given the same condition.
What Terrodus does is more or less giving people another chance. If people disrespect this he simply removes it. This is very clear for those that stand before him.
Maern had barely managed to make it to see the end of the battle between Jahanicus and Tiamat, and despite being satisfied with the result, now was just anxious to get his own fight out of the way quickly. He went to the old man's shop to tell him and remind him of his promise only to find that the man's shop was no longer there. Thinking he must have gone the wrong way, Maern turned went back towards the city only to find the shop directly in his way, the door open. Upon walking in, the old man looked up at him and smiled.
"You almost missed me; I was about to go to the other side of Lagorna to sell to the fisherman."
"Why did the shop move?"
"Did it? I always thought that the ground moved instead."
"Nevermind. I just came to tell you - "
"That you're about to battle and to remind me of my promise? Yes, I know, I know. Come back after winning, and I'll see what I can do."
Still confused about the entire encounter, Maern left the shop to grab his whip and practice a few more maneuvers before entering the battle.