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>>221176
[Someone has been paying attention. Have a name to go with this, or more specifics?]
>>221186
>>221231
[...Have you followed that thought through? If Magic=explosives when IG primary is concerned, and Goran is so full of magic... would that not make him some kind of walking nuke? Might not end well for... well, anything within a mile of him, if this was done. But yes, it would certainly kill Goran.]
>>221195
[...Actually, he DOES have their souls. Because, you know, he ate them.]
>>221105
[You never asked for Burduko to wander outside Mordreden. He still can just 'port where he's been (read: inside Mordreden and caves). Kinda sucks, doesn't it? Burduko is currently conjoining his existence to Velada, for Temporal AND Spatial enforcement of normalcy in Mordreden. The place is about as warded as it can get. And his spawn ARE manifested, among those now fighting.]
.....................................PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: MORDRE.....................................
Through Phohn, I transmit orders for Velada to heighten awareness, to be on the lookout for some nefarious plot, possibly yeti in origin... but the mechanical, still-faced bees find nothing, the Village itself, still savely warded, has thus far been spared even the runoff of the battle, the walls preventing errant magic from being an issue, and the three Deep Spawn warding it preventing any enterprising members of the Gorkin clan from entering.
>>221122
>>221129
I feel the howl and strain of the Immortal Genocide, as my arm starts to vibrate from the hellish force it contains. I gaze upon the scattered Gorkin Knights yet clinging to life, to the remaining masses of Gorkin shaman, amidst the sea of bodies living and dead scattered all about, glaring through the shifting haze of Blood Iron enveloping my form as a nightmarish mist, scouring away everything it touches... and I decide that Goran's continued confidence needs to be dealt a blow, his unperturbed response to my having halved his fighting force irking me, as does the continued absolute obedience his soldiers have displayed. Just what grasp on them does he have, that they fight on when half of their number is wiped away? ...I shall find out. I start raising my left arm slowly like an executioner preparing a guillotine, my slow, steady movements so at odds with the hectic snarl of chaos raging all across the battlefield that nearly all eyes are drawn to me, Goran as well, who almost absentmindedly bats away Oggroth's attempt to get in close and snare his legs. The shadowed recess in my hand, that ravenous pit with no bottom or end, howls its own otherworldly cry in concert with my Dirge, as those Gorkin fighters nearest me cease trying to get through the omnidirectional swirling mass of Blood Iron, clearly noting something to be amiss as I speak, my words carrying across the war-zone.
"Consume this, MAGIC eater."
And I trigger the Immortal Genocide after having let it feast more greedily than ever before, with the benefit of two Pristine Souls swirling within its innards boosting its performance. The rippling wave of distortion that erupts from my hand as all the stolen energy is turned into the antithesis of magic is so severe that nothing can be perceived through its wild haze, the building rumble of snow shifting underfoot dwarfed and consumed by the sound of NOTHING, sound and light alike so dampened by this field that for the briefest of instants, it is as if I am adrift in a sea of absolute emptiness, before the world comes crashing back.
While it is true that Bang and Khordu both were caught in this blast, both picking themselves off the ground groggily, so two were the Gorkin Knights moving to face them, and so neither side has gained an advantage. Dulu and Dorgrum both saw the shock-wave coming, and were able to escape its grasp by moving to the far side of the Gorkin forces, now immediately rejoining the battle in a paired flank maneuver, working back into the ranks of the shaman. I see a warrior of considerable fortitude earn the honor of being the first to rise, groggily hefting his runed blade to cleave towards Bang's skull, only to have the rune, now so spider-webbed with cracks as to be undiscernable, shatter, his weapon falling to pieces in his hand, as Bang leaps up and, finding his body no longer charged with magic, tears out the gawking foe's throat with his teeth, as the blood still clinging to his toga starts to shift, control of his own magic returning to him. Khordu is likewise re-engaging, slowly but surely.
In exchange for this, some hundred of the shamans, and half of the surviving veterans of the Gorkin clan, were all caught in the massive area of influence of my magical annulment, the shamans retching and writhing as their bodies scream in protest at what was done, their attempts at shamanism shattered with brutal efficiency.
But best of all, even Goran was touched by the blast, and while those facing him were likewise caught, Uggrok and Lorgk wasted no time in capitalizing on the suddenly staggered behemoth. Mingsk has likewise been paying sharp attention to the titan at the clan gates, and at his command a score of veteran warriors of the Drazken clan charge forth, clutching spears crafted by Jezebel, moving to aid their chieftain. Uggrok, limping and clearly favoring the leg clipped earlier, nevertheless lets loose a slew of hurled axes, one after another their blades slicing into suddenly unresisting flesh, forming ledges up Goran's leg and side. Even as the massive Goran twists and flexes in response to this, trying to pop out the blades through a sheer brute force that suddenly is not present, Lorgk leaps forth, his feet alighting on axe after axe as he dashes up towards the Magic Eater's head, his blade Legalloth already whipping about in preparation for a brutal slash. Goran snaps at the encroaching fighter, his teeth clutching only air as Lorgk's sword flits forth, plunging ever so briefly into Goran's right eye, ichor spewing forth as he whirls away, out of the reach of questing jaws or convulsing muscles, as the Magic Eater finally displays pain.... and rage.
[UGROKK: 1]
As Lorgk passes into Goran's new blind-spot, Goran's remaining beady eye affixes on Ugrokk, and a hand lashes out with primal rage at the limping warrior. The very air about the offending limb vibrates and keens, as the ground under Ugrokk craters and the lithe warrior is forced to the ground by Goran's Gravimancy, trapped as the terminal fist hurtles ever closer.
>>221119
[FOE FANART FUMBLE]
Oggroth's wrecking ball whizzes through the air, colliding with Goran's wrist with a tremendous thud... and accomplishing naught save pushing his blow aside by a few measly inches.
Oggroth's entire body, however, following on the heels of his projectile attack, is not so limited in response. As Oggroth hurls his form against the limb, his sustained contact, no more than half a second, shows armor writhing an warping, ripples in the steel building at ludicrous rates, before great swathes of his gear simply shatter, the metal rent asunder by fierce vibrations, Goran's Phonomancy exacting its toll. And in exchange, the blow was shifted by a foot.
>>221536
[FANART BONUS]
While Oggroth has done all he can to spare his fellow warrior from his fate, Lorgk has not been sitting idly by since claiming Goran's eye. His dating form, already regaining the speed he evidenced pre-dispelling, has outpaced the meteoric fist coming to smite Ugrokk, and his crystal blade slashes back and forth, snicker-snack, and the struggling Ugrokk finds himself no longer bound by Goran's Gravimancy, and does what he can to hurl himself aside.
It almost works. Goran's hand almost completely misses Ugrokk the Tall.... save for his right arm, being brushed by an outstretched finger of Goran's questing hand, nothing more.
And Goran's right arm, armor, skin, muscle and bone, all of it rips itself to pieces, a shower of metal and gore spurting forth as Goran's gargantuan fist terminates its descent, slamming to the ground with such force that it turns the stone to dust, an up-heaved cloud of disturbed particulates the only sign that once bedrock lay there. ...And this is what Goran's rage could do, even when so blunted? ...As these thoughts flit across my mind, the Magic Eater speaks.
"...NOT ENOUGH."
>>221151
>>221160
>>221163
>>221168
Lightning crackles, surging and snaking from the tops of Mordreden's walls to slam into Goran's form, the plethora of Hand-Cannon shots anchored in his flesh acting as homing points for the bolts of electrical discharge. Goran's form freezes, muscles locking as the power of the storm surges through his being, and as Keddic helps pull Ugrokk away, towards Mordreden, the mass of veteran warriors rush forward, their gloved hands thrusting forth their wealth of WASP spears, stabbing at any exposed flesh they can reach. As blades sink into Goran's legs and still-earthbound arm, flesh swells and ruptures, the heavy slabs of muscle underneath exposed as compressed air rips him apart from this inside. In the space of just one single second, more than a dozen bolts of lightning fell upon the Magic Eater, and his flesh was ravaged.
And he pays it no mind at all, his face contorting in rage as he howls out his cry.
"PROSTRATE YOURSELVES BEFORE ME!!"
As the scores of warriors are forced to the now shattering ground with such force I hear bones snapping, Goran's bloody glare turns to me, as he grabs a handful of Drazken warriors from the ground, idly feasting on them as he speaks.
"I TOLD YOU, ITS NOT ENOUGH,
YOU WILL NOT FELL ME WITH THIS!!"
Lorgk's howl of impotent rage as he sees his fellow clan-mates continue to die at Goran's hands would be heart-wrenching if I had a heart....
But I have been busy with other pursuits. While This whole set of affairs occurred, I was busy crafting Soul Soldiers from the dead about me, even as I counted the Shamans that were able to stand before Dorgrum and Dulu fell upon them like a blight.
[-215 Souls. Total Souls Remaining: 3,276 Minimum: 12]
Of some one hundred eighty shamans, only seventy two still live, the rest having fallen from my magical annulment and Dogrum and Dulu's assault. Now that the melee-oriented magic eaters are finally amongst the shaman's ranks.... things are looking grim for the Gorkin Shaman. And with a full hundred Soul Soldiers now coalescing within my Iron maelstrom, rising as ethereal emerald eradicators, I do not hide the scorn in my voice as I set them loose, an overriding urge to slay all that oppose me their only driving force.
"Soon, you shall be all alone Goran,
Your armies laid to waste, broken at my feet.
Taste despair, for having dared think yourself superior,
To Mordre, the Maelstrom of Souls!"
>>221290
>>221294
>>221298
>>221303
>>221309
... And I finally realize what the baseline rumbling, growing ever since I detonated the mines, must be. My gaze darts north even as I see Lorgk leaping to engage Goran once more-
And I see the mountain itself falling apart, a mass of snow so vast as to swallow everything in sight building speed as it cascades down, churning and writhing like a mad manifestation of the planet itself, come to obliterate us all. ...Well, the Walls of Mordreden, at least, are wide and thick, anchored deep in the ground, drenched in magic... they should stand, even against this onslaught... but everything outside those walls, myself included, is at risk.... and the snow draws ever closer.
I find myself having to make a choice:
DO I:
---Spend my time before the avalanche hits trying to claim the souls of Gorkin shaman, in the hopes their magical might could give me some means of ablating the coming storm?
---Move to Lorgk and Oggroth's aid in facing the wounded but still raging Goran, joining their collective struggle?
---Initiate a Cataclysmic Chaos Cleave while using Phohn to warn Lorgk and Oggroth, and try to strike down Goran?
---Do as >>221165 suggested, and fashion a massive spike with Soul boosted Magnetomancy, and use it in conjunction with an Anti-Golem round to try to slay Goran with sheer kinetic trauma?
--Retreat into Mordreden to weather the coming tide of snow?
--Do something else?
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