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"So Ishka," Altreya has returned. "Have you found out where the leaders of their group are?"
No... sadly, you haven't gotten this angel to speak about much of anything.
"You need to be more abrasive if you want to get anywhere." Altreya unlocks the cell door and comes inside. She turns to speak to the angel as she locks the door behind her. "So... what is your name?"
The angel spits at Altreya and refuses to speak. She's trying to escape her bindings.
"Very well then..." Altreya grabs the branding rod out of a fireplace before pressing it against the angel's face. The smell of burning flesh fills the room, cauterizing one of the angel's eyes shut as she screams. "I'll ask again. What is your name?"
"I'll never speak to you you twisted fiend! What sort of demons have you become?!"
Altreya sighs before walking over to a table in the corner of the room. She removes from a holder a pain rod, specifically designed to cause pain and suffering without significant harm, unless improperly used. Altreya smiles as she comes back to the angel.
"What are you going to do to me now?" The angel spits in Altreya's face. "Are you going to torture me? Mutilate me? Hell! Get carried away if you want. It just proves to my people what twisted monsters lie in the head of office!"
"I'll make you suffer until you answer my questions..." Suddenly, the pain rod is gouged in the angel's side as its wretched aura antagonizes her. Every nerve in her body burns as though a fire erupted within her. She grows weak and pale as her skin begins to glow and burn.
"Stop it! You're going to injure her!" One of the guards on patrol notices the interrogation and rushes towards the room, but the door is locked from within by Altreya.
"Go ahead! Keep at this! Martyr me for the New Order! All you'll do is lose the faith of your allies when they see my body hanging from a stake, poked and prodded like some twisted doll! This is how you treat your own kind!"
It seems as though things are getting a little out of hand, and Altreya may injure, or even kill, the angel if she keeps it up. Will you intervene? If so, how?"
"Goddess Sprot!" Even Arlin is having trouble processing the visions. "No... no... NO!"
"What sort of plane have I been cursed to dwell upon?!" Nsatar is shuddering. "A plane where even the gods have turned against the masses!"
"Why would they do this?! After all we've done for them?! My entire life was devoted to Zythl and Sprot... and yet..." Arlin is broken down into tears. "This can't be true!"
"Vryx, your name was? When you told me about this plane, I knew it needed saving. But this is far more than I expected! Gods! How do you fight the gods?!"
You are in no position to question this. You know what you saw, and you need help. You were already headed to Delvad. Now it's time to hope that you can find everyone you can...
@EpicBoss99 This has grown a lot more serious in mere moments. A moment ago, you actually sought to speak with the gods, but now, Nohel has shown you things you can't unsee. A prophecy of doomsday, brought by these gods. They really are against you. Even Arne.
"By the gods, Verth..." Uvras is out of breath.
"Our master was right," the wolfkin utters, seemingly unphased by the visions of death and destruction.
"I'm sorry I had to do this," Nohel apologizes. "Now, clergymen. Be relieved of your duty."
"Very well." One of the guards drops his weapon and starts crying. "Doom... doom! We're all doomed!"
"There is hope to save this world." Nohel draws his sword. "Verth said it himself. You may have just lost the very reason to keep your faith in the gods... but nothing has really changed. We all have our beliefs, or the lack thereof, because all of us want to see an ideal future. Some have been graced by blessings, and see that an ideal future is one ruled by gods. Others were abandoned in their darkest times with prayers unanswered, and descend to darker powers hoping for an answer. Some choose neither, making change themselves and depending on no one except their comrades, if even then. But all of us must set our differences aside for this man... and this world. Our future could depend upon it..."
@Bowler218 @EpicBoss99 As Nohel, the clergy, and the group follow Verth into Delvad, the group of four introduces themselves.
"Sorry if we caught y'all off guard," the farmer says as he takes a swig from a flask. "Our master knew things weren't working out too well. He sent us in case things boiled down to a scrap. I'm Richter, by the way."
The pirate comes in to shake Verth's hand. "I'm Curls. Former Mistborn crewman."
The elf's arms are crossed. "Shantae. Nice to meet you."
The wolfkin reaches out a paw to shake Verth's hand as well. "I'm Fonsar. Don't mind the dirt. I'm a hermit."
Suddenly, the group hears hooves in the distance.
"What's a free horse doing in Delvad?" Uvras goes to investigate. "What is that?!"
"Ho there, travelers!" A being, half-man, half-horse, stops in front of the group. Vryx and Arlin get off of his back.
"It's Verth!" Arlin exclaims.
"Ah, yes! You told me about him on the way here..."
The high society of Padetra, liches, necromancers and demons, dissaproved at first of these actions. After all, the living inhabitants of Padetra were a valuable ressource, shared between them all. But Xataxji informed them discreetly of the menace of the gods. Astonished at the news, many rose to his support, lending him their ressources. To those who doubted him, he demonstrated the power of Zanletesh's gift, quickly persuading them.
And so, as his forces grew, did the visions hit Xataxji. The destruction of the plane... The end of all of that he had built, decades of effort. It was unaccteptable. He had to take action. Gathering gargoyle messengers, he gave them a message to bring to all he considered potential allies in the conflict to come.
"Dark times are ahead of us. I had planned to take actions against the Six eventually, but it seems events are unfolding at an accelerated pace. I gather my forces to march against these selfish tyrants, and ask you to stand with me, lest we face obliteration."
The messengers are sent to all the major characters in Padetra, and one goes to Rafael.
Xataxji has now an entire legion under his command, but he fells like it isn't enough. He sends troops into Woewedt to "recruit" for his army, hoping it will suffice when the inevitable clash occurs.
"It's an absolute pleasure to meet all of you," Verth gratefully told his four new allies. "I'm so thankful that the four of you will join me in this daunting task. And Nohel, I couldn't agree with you more. Even though we have our differences, I will treat all of you as my closest allies. For the sake of Stitia." Just as Verth finished this sentence, he heard the familiar voice of Arlin calling out to him.
Verth was very relieved to see his last few allies unharmed. Not only that, but it seemed as though Vryx and Arlin made a new friend. Verth was going to need every ounce of support he could get to prevent the apocalypse that was just prophesied. "I hope you were talking well about me, Vryx," Verth joked, extending a friendly hand to the centaur. "I am Verth Odbar. It's a pleasure having another person to call a friend." After introducing himself to the centaur, Verth turned to Vryx.
"You saw it too, didn't you?" He asked Vryx. "That fiend Joseph was Timothy this whole time. Nearly killed Uvras if it wasn't for some hyena deity intervening at the last moment. We have to put an end to Joseph's carnage...but here's the problem. He seemed to teleport off of this world somehow. It may have been a planeswalking, but that field of research isn't my forte. Do you or anyone else here know the quickest way to reaching him?"
Seeing as how all of us *Except Jessica* are in a field just wondering where the heck Rafael went, may I ask who we are with?
You are still here with Zanletesh, Gallagher, and Alyssa and crew. Rafael, Xataxji, and Vryx and crew left.
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"Now now now! I left you in peace! It wouldn't be much to expect the same from you, would it?" Verth doubles over in pain as Joseph, now embracing his twisted side, clamps his mind.
"Verth!" The centaur Nsatar rushes over. "Are you okay?"
"He won't be if he plans to make efforts against our master!" The pirate draws his sword. "We were ordered to protect you... but if you plan to track down Joseph, he won't have it."
"Gentlemen! Calm yourselves!" His voice is now audible by the whole group. "I doubt you'd stand a chance against him, Curls. We all know how well a chance you stood when the Mistborn capsized!" Joseph is laughing as everyone looks in confusion.
"That's not funny!" The pirate protests. "I was crushed under the ship!"
"Just as my acquaintance Verth here will crush you with his talons. Keep obeying his orders. And to Verth... even if you were to somehow leave that damned infested rat's nest you call a plane, I don't think it would be the best idea to follow me... you might not like who you see."
"Anyways, I'm in the middle of a blistering desert, staring at a city that looks like it's been through hell and back thrice over. I don't think now is the best time to talk. I'll see you all when the time is right. Toodleoo! Heheheh!"
"Who was that blasted voice?" Nsatar is on guard.
"Joseph... our master." Fonsar looks glum. "He now dons the name Timothy... the name he gave to his split personality. I fear what will happen now that he's finally giving in."
"A split personality?" Arlin thinks. "That definitely explains how he was able to convince us of his good intentions, yet suddenly snap to... this..."
"A split personality..." Nohel contemplates. "When we were busy dealing with demons, he sealed away Khantsievth before we could finish planning how we were facing him. This same person is now a twisted animal, no pun intended. Such is the way of Stitia." Nohel looks down and sulks. "It's as though we're all doomed to the path of madness. Conse's brothers and sisters turning to tyranny and destruction. Arne, the most pure of his devotees, afflicted... not even we're safe."
"Now." Nsatar tries to change the subject away from doom and gloom. "Verth. You said something about planeswalking? I... just became one. Problem is, as I recall in my studies, planeswalkers normally can't bring normal people. As a wise man once said, 'For those without the Planeswalker spark, the merest touch of the Blind Eternities can kill.'"
"I take it your studies into planeswalking were quite thorough," Nohel compliments. "Ugin, Zendikar. In regards to the Eldrazi."
"Correct."
"Erm... who are you even talking about?" Shantae is getting impatient. "I just want to get to the part where we actually fight something."
"Anyways, I cannot bring anyone with me... but... with the description he gave, I think I know what plane he's on. Then again... I never heard of Stitia."
Nsatar will have to go alone if you want him to track Timothy down. Do you want him to go?
And that's the exact thing Verth doesn't want to happen. The prophecies showed Timothy as one of the three that would seal Stitia's fate. If even for this moment he had a chance to keep this from happening, he needed to take it.
"Very well. It seems your mind is set. I offered you a chance at peace. Gave you back your stupid friend and brought back those I slew on that night. And this is the kind of thanks I get?"
The pressing grows hard on Verth's mind as he tries to fight against Timothy's grasp, but it isn't working. The battle this morning has left Verth exhausted, physically and mentally, and he is still getting used to his new power. But he's able to think well enough to realize something. If Timothy isn't on the plane, how is he?...
"Any soul I've touched is subject to my influence. Every spirit I link my essence to a tether. Over a thousand years ago, I could hear the spirits of Earthrealm crying out ever still as I led my army on Tommia. I can still hear them now... but I don't care about them. All I care is about my new future, and the meddlings you four are trying to set into motion."
"If this man is one of the threats to his world, he must be stopped." Nsatar holds an intricate, shimmering black sword in his hand, glowing in a faint blue glow. Another drop of ephemeral dew runs off the tip. "If you want me to go, so be it. But how will we keep in touch?"
Every spirit I link my essence to a tether... Verth thinks for a moment, as does Vryx. Both have been gifted a fraction of Timothy's power, with Verth gaining the ability to use it. I could hear the spirits of Earthrealm... as I led my army on Tommia...
That's it! A bit of a smile cracks across Verth's face. Timothy is probably regretting his truce with Verth, as he attempts to take hold of the power he was given. He holds out his hand. He can feel Nsatar's spirit, and his newfound power flows around it...
A knight from a kingdom known as Esgar, on the plane of Varnia, son to an elf and a centaur. He travelled with his regiment to the island of Whibernackle in search of The Blade That Unites the Masses, Weaurtroun. Legend told that the one who wielded this blade was the one who would bring peace to not one, but two planes. When the regiment landed on the island, they found the blade there, but when Nsatar attempted to release it from its stone prison, he was viciously attacked by all of his allies. He was barely able to fully remove it before his spark ignited, blade raised high to the air as his essence seemed to spiral through the blade in all of the colors, piercing into the Blind Eternies and through the sands of Descour.
"What is this feeling? Something... tugging on my very soul..." Verth can hear him. "Verth... what are you doing?"
"Verth... you're a genius!" Nohel realizes what Verth has done.
"I feel violated."
"Bravo... I see you're learning how to use my powers proper, even if it is against me." Timothy commends Verth.
"That takes care of our biggest concern." Arlin brushes back her hair as she looks towards Nsatar. She's still puzzled by the creature, half man, half horse.
"So... we have a means of communication! You can hear me, right?"
This is phenomenal. Timothy has been able to do this this entire time... Verth sends a confirmation back to Nsatar, and he smiles, although hesitantly. A form of communication akin to telepathy, that works across planes...
"Very well..." Nsatar embraces the moment in an attempt to put his power and years of research to use. "I'll be off, everyone. May Solsta and Weaurtroun guide me. Hya!"
Nsatar rises on his hind legs as he raises his blade to the sky. He channels his being into the blade, calling upon magics he has never wielded before, and he attempts to envision it. A desert, overlooking a destroyed city. Such locations were few and far between. Nsatar's research revealed only a couple planes, so he chose one...
His essence swirled through the fading worlds, guided by his blade. Worlds flash before him. A utopian city in a far-flung future. A world somewhat similar to Stitia, but seemingly less and more twisted at once. Varnia, Nsatar's home. But he held true. He who carries the blade carries the weight of two worlds, and he shall bring peace to Varnia, and bestow his blessing upon the first plane he graces... He owed his servitude to this realm until the job was done...
Verth peers through the veil. He can feel the tether to his soul as he sees everything around Nsatar. Vryx looks at Verth, and tries to mimic the motions, and soon, he uncovers the same power, seeing everything for himself. Nohel is the only other able to peer into their view, through the use of mind magic on Verth.
Sand. Nsatar arrives on the plane to more sand.
"Drat. I thought I was done with this." The dew resonating from Nsatar's blade protects him from the scorching desert heat and sweeping sand as he looks for anything he can find. "I hate deserts... miles and miles of empty nothing, just as the Land of No Purpose. But gritty and hard to breath, with terrain unsteady as tensions..."
Nsatar trots around, with seemingly nothing in sight except rocks and more desert. There's no telling if he actually arrived in the right place. He can only-
"Gah!"
The sand retreats from under Nsatar as stone collapses. The ground below is revealed to be a dilapidated ruin, and the weight of the centaur's hooves is all it took for the roof of the building to collapse. Nsatar clenches his teeth as he falls sideways towards the sandstone below. With a great thud, he impacts the ground, causing sandstone to break and slamming his head on the floor.
A moment of silence. No movement. Nothing. The three watch in fear as Nsatar lies motionless. Is he... dead?
Suddenly, more of the structure begins to collapse. A rock lands right in front of Nsatar's body. His eyes begin to open, weakly, and he is startled.
"Such misfortune... not even two minutes here and I've already been bamboozled." Nsatar rubs his head, and tries to stand back on all fours.
He takes a look through the ruin. Collapsing stone columns. Crumbling walls. Dusty glyphs lost in time, inscribed with symbols he was never meant to understand. This world is completely alien to him.
He doesn't have time to think as he hears a moan. He turns, and digging through the ground is a man with the wings, neck, and head of a bird.
"What abomination lies before me-" Nsatar realizes it's not much different than a horse with the upper body of a man. "Erm... I apologize."
The being moans as it looks at Nsatar with a determined stare.
"Do you need help, fair squire- Ah! It's undead!"
The aven grabs ahold of Nsatar, but to no avail as Nsatar swings the blade. It tears clean through the Aven's neck, and they fall limp.
"Undead... may they be cast aside by the light of my purity and honor!"
Suddenly, a wall caves in, and the ruins are swarmed with the undead. Nsatar is forced to flee as hundreds of reanimate corpses pour into the building, hungry for his flesh.
"What sort of being did this?!" Nsatar shouts upward. "Face me brave necromancer! I have no tolerance for underhanded tactics such as this!"
The ground shakes, and debris falls from the ceiling. Metal pings and tangs fill the room as it pelts Nsatar's armor and helmet.
"I don't think I should be here..."
Nsatar flees down long corridors and enclosed rooms. A creature bursts from the ground, sending Nsatar flying and swallowing the rocks that were once under him.
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"Goddess Solsta! Give me your strength!"
A wurm. The colossal figure burrowed out of the ground, and now aimed to where Nsatar lie defenseless. He's barely able to stand in time as the wurm bears down, mouth wide open to enjoy its trapped prey.
And then he pierced the flesh. As the creature passed by, Weaurtroun glowed in a brilliant light, allowing it to slice through it as Nsatar held still, the rest of the creature still going back under. The wound was grievous and went along nearly the whole length of the beast, but it wasn't fatal.
"Blast you, wretched creature! May your death be at-"
Nsatar is struck from behind. A zombified Minotaur presses him against the wall. Nsatar pushes back tenfold, body imbued with a white aura as his movement quickens, his strikes more true. He flanks the minotaur with his newfound speed, dodging the wurm as it comes back out of the ground, and in one clean cut, the minotaur is sliced clean through the torso with unmatched smoothness. The wurm dives back down, and Nsatar turns towards it, holding up his blade. Weaurtroun glows even brighter, and he lets out a battle cry as he charges headlong into the wurm.
"For Esgar, and all that is right, may you be released!"
The blade is short compared to the average sword, but the cut tears through the whole beast with an ephemeral energy. Viscera drips as the wurm falls, severed completely in half.
Timothy is standing on a hilltop, soaking in the view as he contemplates his next move. He can feel the essence of a being that, quite recently, stood in this exact spot in similar contemplation.
"Where is he?" Timothy stares intently into the distance, feeling for any signs of his target, when he hears footsteps. He turns to see the two remaining giant hyenas from before. One whimpers, but they both stand behind him. "I thought I left you behind on Stitia with the body of that dead god- ohohoh! I can't even believe I get to say that. Anyways, would you happen to have a shade tree and desert garb on you? It's hot as hell here."
One of the hyenas actually shakes their head, as though they understood exactly what he said.
"Nah, I was only joking. So I guess since I stole the soul of your master, you're mine now?"
It nods.
"Intelligent... good. And disposable."
The other hyena drops its head down, looking at Timothy with tearful eyes.
"Don't worry. You won't actually die for good. As long as you still have a life essence to pull on, I can bring you back from the dead... but you're still disposable."
What sort of power destroyed the city below? Why is the sun not moving? Then, Timothy notices in the distance. A second sun.
"No wonder why this plane is so damn hot. Who's idea was it to put two suns on a plane? Wait... he made it so it's his idea. I guess we'll be having a talk about why you should only have one sun in a universe... once I find him."
Timothy clenches a paw, and transforms into Verth's wereraven form.
"Ah, yes... Verth. I may not of been able to kill you... but at that point I was still a shell of my former self. Now that I have restored at least a fraction of my lost power, I promise to change that. But at least for now I can put your powers to less wasteful uses."
Timothy looks down at the hyenas. "You aren't exactly fit for flying, aren't you?" They both shake their heads. "Well... I can change that. This may take a moment since I'm still getting used to my power again. The ability to tap into the leylines of the multiverse."
As Timothy bends and pulls at the spirits of the hyenas, they grow corrupt as he draws from dark energies. They seem to personalize themselves to his whim, their fur growing dark and less full, horns appearing on their heads, and wings sprouting from their backs.
"I hope you learn how to use those wings, and fast. We've got places to be..."
Basically, the world is gonna end, everyone was given a prophecy in the previous page so read that and then you'll be good.
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1. Joseph has canonically not watched Star Wars.
2. Thank god the Star Wars universe is not canon in this multiverse.
3. Earth clothes from 2014 get pretty tattered and dirty over the course of a thousand years as a war general (6 years) and demon slayer (To present). To say the least, his stylish jacket and trademark fedora didn't survive.