rolled 81, 65, 93 = 239

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Alright, Ulzrick, lets try to redact you wounds then.

don't do it all at once, might just be too hard.

Remember the first injury not happenning, when tha is dealt with redact another wounds, etc.
Spread your healing in several bits and it might just work and not attract DreamReaper or anything.

rolled 14, 33, 24 = 71

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>>272436
seconding

(psst redaction isn't dreamhealing)

Ulzrick, you have accomplished much, but this is not over yet. You have defeated a foe, you have your brother, YOU ARE A HERO TODAY! And it needs to stay that way. This falls under the ‘pulling from outside sources’ thing, but you have earned it my friend! Ask Phohn to get you in contact with Keddic and/or Bang, your preference. Anyways, probably best with Bang, tell him how you just KICKED A GIANT GOLEMS ASS AND SAVED YOUR BROTHER, and demand that you want to keep on kicking SO MUCH ASS! I suspect he will respond to that, ask if he has anything that is akin to having BEES AND TIGERS OF VERY MUCH GOOD COLLISION OF FIST on him (his command of language the is bad, just… trust me when I say that), or its called Dragonspark. Take some of that, and you can continue your epic kicking of ass, promise.

So before you end up with that on your hands, Good Job, just really… damn good job Ulzrick.

Suggestion 2011/01/17(Mon)20:28 No. 272478 ID: 4abdb3
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>>272469

Mention that after single handely killing Everfeast, you are kind of winded down and would need something to help you to fight further.

>BEES AND TIGERS OF VERY MUCH GOOD COLLISION OF FIST
Here's the visual representation of that line. Yes, I know, I'm a genious painter

[2]
>>272224
>[Conil] ...Do you think bro could nick Everfeast's sword? Seems like a bad idea to leave it just laying around for anyone to grab.
It can be done-as I stand I look to see Ozrick now standing next to the fallen Feaster's sword, wrenching it free from his dead hands-before I see him standing beside the still enormous Crash Course, laying his hands on that, hammer already on his back-before he again stands before me, returning to me my weapon in a fluttering second.
>[Gelrick 13] With our comprehensive skill-base to draw upon, you began midway to reaching expertise in the field, compounding on your realization you've used the ability for so long.
>...I still admit curiousity as to WHEN you dreamed up Ozrick, as-
Not now.

After I make sure Phohn has indeed informed the State troops of the request for them to retreat, I grasp Crash Course's handle, the massive blade already re-sunk into the ground by Ozrick as he lays into soldiers around us with blade and hammer alike, invisible, ogrish limbs crushing and breaking warriors that get within his reach. ...I put aside the pain of my broken, screaming body as I reach out to my sword, thinking of the capital soldiers yet stranded and dying here, fighting to protect the nation I live in.

I need to return to the fray.

...But so thirsty...
>"By this point you have lost just shy of ten pounds in water weight fueling the true might of MUSCLE."
>HOLY SHIT YOU COULD HAVE TOLD US SOONER, AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A RICK!

>>272436
>>272442
>Alright, Ulzrick, lets try to redact you wounds then.
I could go for recovery.
> Remember the first injury not happenning, when tha is dealt with redact another wounds, etc. Spread your healing in several bits and it might just work and not attract DreamReaper or anything.
>A wise proposal.
If even the First agrees...

[81 v 14, +67 BONUS, RECENT PAST, MODERATE IMPACT PASS]
I remember the raking waves that shattered my arm when I first fully tapped Flexrick-not occuring.
[65 v 33, +32 BONUS, RECENT PAST, MODERATE IMPACT PASS]
As I feel my arm whole again-always having been whole-I remember my shoulder not crumpling when I smashed into Everfeast.
[93 v 24, +69 BONUS, 90+ ROLL BONUS, 75+/24- OVERWHELMING BONUS, RECENT PAST, MODERATE IMPACT PASS]
As I feel both arms regaining function, I remember my ribs never breaking when I was thrown back-and as I roll my shoulders before shrinking down Crash Course, I finally breathe an un-pained breath.
>An impressive flair on the last redaction-

>>272264
>>272304
[25 v 23, 25-/25- LOW BONUS, INSTANT PAST, MINIMAL IMPACT PASS]

I stare into the remembered pool of clean water bubbling up from where Crash Course's weighty blade plunged before I shrank it to its normal proportions. I sling my water bag down and set it to filling, trying to occupy my mind, get focus off my thirst.

>>272286
>>272304
I look far across the battlefield, back towards the capital, Ozric periodically dancing by as he uses his awakened Dream powers and less mortal form to devastate the soldiers-who never stop pressing, ever the fanatic zealots. I look to Eisenhart, his duel with another Magnetomancer continuing still, the massive magnetic fluctuations overwhelming even miles away, even to my limited senses-the scope, the scale of what they do.
>[Gelrick 17] I calculated it out. After absorbing us, and our Magnetomantic talents, your direct weapon harmonization and magnetic contact manipulation has increased in raw power by 287%, has increased in efficiency by 112%, and evidenced 62% greater sustainability-oh, and you Magnetic Perception has had its total range expanded by 28% and general sensitivity has increased by a factor of ten. These are my conclusions after referencing your recollection and perception of performance prior to our absorption. That adds up to some monstrous improvement-that you didn't feel, thanks to those waves. Do not fear-you've gotten better.
What?
>[Gelrick 13] If he says it, I believe him. He believes that math can show the truth of everything-whoever heard of a math-monk?
>[Gelrick 17] And while you were more respected and had more pupils, there is no doubt I divined more permutations and variations of Magnetomancy and swordplay than you through exhaustive range of motion analysis and analytic spatial geometry, along with motion physics.
>[Gelrick 01] You trouble a mind that needs focus. Silence.
>[Gelrick 13] ...
>[Gelrick 17] ...
>...Hm

[49 v 18, +21 BONUS, 50-/25- LOW ADVANTAGE BONUS, INSTANT PAST, MAJOR IMPACT PASS]
>You plan a fifth-
Quiet.

Phohn, can you tell Eisenhardt-
Clarify which Mortal Eisenhardt is meant
>What?
The... one that's my master?
Acknowledged Ulzrick: What is the messaage?
I don't know specifically how, but I am going to make an opening for him with Dream, in his duel-because I hope he can help get the State soldiers with me, my brother among them, away from the enemy camp where Domintus and the Pure Lady are.
Message delivered to Mortal Eisenhardt: He accepts Ulzrick's request to aid his brother and friends and fellow State soldiers, pending said useful aid in his contest.

Okay... here goes.

I remember....

I remember an opening on a nameless foe, a Magnetomancer that has confounded my instructor-a lowered guard, an inopportune blink-and I remember Eisenhardt seeing it. With him already prepared to search for it, the ease of altering his portion of reality compensates the difficulty of affecting his nebulous, still unknown foe.

A spire of crystal stabs from the ground, propelled upon a buffer of stone, all atop a massive cylinder of metal, a tower that rises in an instant, the wall of air blowing away nearby wounded.

And with a boom that jars my ears and a slap of wind to the face, I find Eisenhardt standing atop his metal platform twelve feet above me and sixteen feet away, as he looks down at me as I finally put my waterbottle to my dry and cracked lips, forcing myself to take slow measured swallows as I watch his eyes. He turns to look at Ozrick-his eyes dart back to me and return to Ozrick, before he looks on to the fallen form of Everfeast, and the sword Ozrick wields-before staring at my own. Finally, he smiles, after a long second of observation.

>[Eisenhardt]"Excellent, you've evidenced some hardy growth from the trials of battle-likely against that monstrosity over there-had a Moment of Inspiration, did you? Not to mention the tactical acumen to forewarn me of your efforts-that buckle coming undone, his pants dropping-he couldn't resist the reflexive confusion. Then to top it off, concern for the common soldier, for family and countrymen-yes, I think I can endorse such a wish."

Eisenhardt glances at the Domintus soldiers.

Every common soldier, all the metal-armed and metal-clad masses within a thousand feet of my teacher are broken, their armors crumpling and pulping their bearers, weapons sliding through joints in armor to drain lifeblood-THOUSANDS die as a gray mist flits from all their froms, their bodies breaking apart as the mists collect and become a cloud overhead-before shrinking down into a sphere the size of my skull before Eisenhardt-

Blood Iron.

Crash Course flies from my hands to float before the magnetomancer as the capital forces get over their shock and start charging towards Ozrick and I, all while Eisenhardt re-melts down my sword, seperates it into its elemental bases, and discards the vast majority of iron-replacing all but a tiny sliver with what he just pulled. Then, like watching the past in reverse, the sword reforms to its prior state, identical in every way-

Except for the pit of power, raw and unclaimed, that I feel fragments of my own Will slowly fighting to claim.
>[Eisenhardt]"One detail you neglected about Blood Iron in your oration earlier-once wipe of Ownership, it can be given character and ownership, a magical association with a specific individual outside of the body-such as in weapons or armor. You'll make it all yours, some day or another."

The almost genial look on his face, like a grandfather pleased with a favored grandson, fades as he turns to regard the fight we are going to fight through the whole Domintus army to get away from-Domintus, The Pure Lady-the core of the invaders is here-and the look of cold hatred on the Metal Titan's face makes me all too happy to get caught up in the fleeing State forces, my brother and I needed to do what we can to clear a path for them. Even as I hear the sounds of nightmares made manifest behind me, after seeing that look on my master's face-

I don't look back once.
>Besides, we still have an army to fight through!


........................................................................................[PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: TORRUGA] ........................................................................................

I tried to fight my way to the human commander-what was she called, the Dirty Whore? Anyway, that shitty red-haired troll did some space-warping bullshit, so I can't get in on that fight. Fucker. So, after cutting down and stomping through each tent in the camp I could find, finally staunching the periodic flow of new warriors, I make an attempt on Domintus, no hesitation or forwarning, springing from my work to a lunge with my sword at the spiky dude, the one guy bigger than us here.

He cuts my sword to pieces before I can even react, and while I dodge back fast enough he doesn't reach me with that WALL O' WEAPONS bullshit....

He broke my sword.

That was two year's pay!

SON OF A BITCH!

>>272469
>>272478
Oh that fucker is gonna pay. I turn to Drill Sergeant Bang, bouncing from air to foe and back in a dizzying flurry, his tiny body pounding back the titanic golem. Behind him I see the rest of the squad keeping Domintus' attention on them with Lieutenant Keddic's help.

"BANG I'M USING A DRAGONSPARK, THIS FUCKER'S GOING DOWN!"
>[Bang]"HAVING OF THE WHAT NOW?
"PUT POWER IN BODY, STRONGER FIST, MORE RAGE!"
>[Bang]"BE PUTTING THE BEES AND TIGERS IN BLOOD FOR RAGEFUL HAPPY FIST TIMES!
...Knew I could count on Bang.

I pull out the Dragonspark I was given before this battle, a scaled one for Rageglut use-and with it, I pull out a Rage Core, all while grabbing hold of my outrage. I gulp both down as I think-

That fucking sword was one of my two only damn personal possessions, what the fuck was that-I'm gonna kill him!
Sinews tense and muscles bulge, veins standing high and stark as my body starts to redden.
I'll RIP HIM TO PIECES, I BREAK THAT GOLEM APART!
My heart thunders, actual pressure waves flooding from my body, knocking over those two close as my skin continues to redden as muscles swell and tense-even my cornea's are filling with blood.
DON'T GIVE A SHIT HOW STRONG FUCKER'S SUPPOSED TO BE, I'LL BEAT HIM TO DEATH!!
Bones creak under added weight even as power surges to support my every particle as my rage transcends the primal and becomes something so profound it is a state of mind.

My skin now is the scarlet of blood itself, body steaming, heart throbbing so hard the air shakes, veins throbbing, eyes crimson orbs to match the trademark fiery Rageglut hair-my uniform, heavy leathers and canvas, metal plates sown into the foot thick material-all of it rips away, discarded like a shell to my form. I've gain at least three meters of height, and half again as much weight, only my loincloth, a tiger-patterned loincloth now the only partner to my lensed skull-themed helmet, gaps for my prominent horns and no back to avoid being fouled by my mane, and the metal gauntlets all of us in the 17th Brigade received.

I look at Domintus, the object of my hate and rage. I do not need to restrain myself from acting-my hate, my disgust, my outrage demands that I be meticulous-I will find a way to hurt a soul, and I will make this Domintus feel pain and know fear, I will make it BEG for salvation as I systematically break and unravel it like a puzzle, this object of my hate.

Domintus. If only it could understand the depths of my rage. I cannot froth because I would flood the valley, I cannot scream for I would crack the skies-the ONLY thing that can take my hate-

Is Domintus.






What am I going to do to Domintus?

>>272506
YOU. ARE. GOING. TO. BEAT. HIM. TO. DEATH. HIM. AND. HIS. FUCKING. WHORE. WHY. ARE. YOU. TALKING. YOU. SHOULD. BE. BEATING!

RIP HIS ARMS OFF

TEAR HIM TO PIECES

DESTROY EVERYTHING THAT IS HE

>>272506
Domintus can become a wall of weapons, no? Use his own metal against him- rip pieces of his form off and glue them to your arms with your blood adhesive. He can make all the weapons he wants, it matters not once they all belong to YOU.

Beat him with his OWN ARMS

Also please do not get hit by that wall of weapons attack, it will damage your soul.

Rip up a piece of the very world to be used as your weapon, and then either throw it at Domintus or start hitting it with it. If your giant piece of earth is broken, then get another one.

This is going to end horribly.

Ok then, so you have to be hit without getting hit.
Good thing you have those gauntlets.

Ok, no matter how good this guy is, if the very earth under his feet betrays him, you can topple him.

with that in mind.

Rip pieces of the earth out of the ground and beat the crap out of him.
After you make enough room, hit the ground and break it.

proceed to bury him.

POUND HIM!
AND KEEP ON POUNDING HIM!
NEVER STOP!
NEVER FALTER!
LET HIM FEEL YOUR ANGER!
LET HIM DROWN IN YOUR CONTEMPT!
THE RIGHTEOUS FURY WILL CONSUME HIM!
THE VIOLENT HATE WILL DESTROY HIM!

Hey, can we ask questions to Torruga right now? I would like to.
Anyway,
What в oyou think of Mordre? I know that you have actually seen him for only a moment but his drill sergatns and Deep Spawn may tell a lot about the man.
Speaking of which, what do you think of Bang, Keddic and the Deep Spawn?
Did you like the training at Chaining Calamity? How do you look at the legal loophole we used to promote you to Veteran status even though you are all rookies?
What do you think of your squadmates? Why don't you try to work with the unit rather than trying to do your own thing?
Why did you become a Rageglut?

...Hmm. I wonder... I don't know if Torugga is in any state to talk in a civil manner, but perhaps he could phohn the super metal-manipulating dude over there and ask him to quickly slap together a huge-ass weapon of some sort for him? Or maybe Eisenhardt or Keddic or Bang or somebody else will think of the idea on their own and see to it while Torugga focuses on smashing.

ANGER

"I have built it up
I have let it thrive
Great beast that hides inside
Graveling for the chance to devour
Gaining more power
Giving it all the fuel to go
Grinding all these bones
Granting a chance to let go
Now its time to let it show
Today is the day it breaks free
The animal held inside of me
I can’t control it, I cannot stop it
This feels like the end
The life decaying
The world dying"

...Actually, didn't he learn a bit of chaining calamity too? Maybe he can try binding Domintus up and slow him down a little with it (Again, Eisenhardt is an option if he needs physical chains to do this)

...Ooo. KEDDIC BLOOD MAGIC + CHAINING CALAMITY = CHAINS OF BLOOD! Do it!

>>272680
Expanding on the 'CHAINS OF BLOOD' idea, perhaps chains literally made out of blood arn't the best option, but at the very least, you just might be able to soak and/or cover metal chains in your own blood for additional power and control over them. (Heck, could even try doing this for your gauntlet, or for a hand-weapon if you get another one.)

The gauntlets are based on Mordre's Seige Fist and Sable Executioner. The Seige Fist gauntlet is obviously a big heavily armoured fist but what about the Sable Executioner? Is it setup like Wolverine? Solid blades mounted on the back of the hand?

Ok, building on another idea: If you do go with the 'Pull up a piece of earth' idea, try putting some of your blood on the part you're whacking him with. Super-glue it to his face!

[1]

[Torruga can ONLY use his blood as an adhesive, or not magically employ it at all currently, and he can bind either end of the chain on his arm to anything he touches, and can marginally reinforce the chain, but otherwise can do nothing.

>>272532
I spring to the side, lunging at the wall of weapons assaulting my squadmates. my arms bulge and heave, rage made manifest as a force surrounds my limbs-

The iron of my Hatefoe tears and crumbles like paper before my might, the millions of layered spears and lances unable to stop me. All the same, I find rents and cuts branding, rippling their way up my limbs blood flying everywhere-

The weapons that tore so firecely at me even in breaking glue to my arms thanks to my adhesive blood.

>>272517
>>272525
>>272672
>>272679
I bask in the exhiliration, the clarity of purpose I feel as I lunge in low and deep after Bang is batted away by a choice attack, my body contorting as my weapon-coated, bloody red fist rockets upward-Domintus struck full on in the face with his own spears, wrenching back the metal of his neck so badly were he living his neck would be broken. His head immediately starts sliding back into place-

Before it does my other arm slams down into his leg, buckling the knee and rolling its ankle, the joints unable to withstand it. Each blow, a perfect moment of putting my everything into making my hate a palpable thing. My third blow snaps his head back worse than the first as my fourth cave in a crater on it's chest, all already healing-as Domintus starts to topple back, the remaining attacks on the 17th withdrawn. I seem to be HIS singular focus as well.

Let my rage be known.

It is true that spears assail me, and my flesh flies with blood-but the weapons CATCH in the gunk, and shortly enough Domintus runs out of surface area from which to exude weapons, all while I slowly, surely beat him down, my rage made manifest surpassing its monstrous metallic regeneration. I pull back my fist for my hundredth blow in seven seconds as I find myself slapping against the golem's chest as all the spears are withdrawn forcibly, surface cleared of weapons. Wha-

I am four hundred feet in the air and climbing the wind pressure on my back like a waterfall as a Spear forty feet across tries to grind a path through me on sheer acceleration. My abdominal muscles tear and rip, organs are pierced, the tip inches closer to my spine and freedom-

My rage will not be contained so.

With a roar that crack the air around me, dispersing clouds in passing, I slam my arms down and mash to pulp the spearhead, freeing myself in the process as I whirl to the side, my descent beginning-

Only, at more than a mile above ground, to see THREE more such spears flying my way-along with six sent towards the rest of the squad, courtesy of Domintus. And to notice my onetime manifold spear coated gauntlets are now just massive metal lumps pounded about my hands and forearms. ...And to feel my rage becoming harder to physically manifest as I regenerate from the stomach wound, already dropping like a rock, zipping down past the still-extending spear beside me. ...And Domintus, the moment I let up the pressure, by choice or no, has fully, completely regenerated. ...I find myself grateful, as it gives me more time to make my hate known to the Swordbreaker-and to finally kill his Dirty Whore.

My rage will be gratified.




How shall I deal with the less numerous but far larger attacks being thrown my way?
Do I have any ideas on how to use all the momentum I'm building up right now?
>[20 Seconds until Eisenhardt enters fray]
>[25 Seconds until Arkus enters the fray to mark for Mordre]

Grab spear
Swing up on it.
Run down like a boss
howling a battlecry

Jup off before he spike you again

Ground pound

DON'T LET THE HATE LET UP!
KEEP THE LOCOMOTION OF RAGE GOING.
LET THE ANGER STEAM FROM YOU BODY!
FALL DOWN LIKE A FIST GOD!
ANGRY GOD!
EVADE THOSE LOUSY SPEARS,
THEY ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR RAGE!
FALL ON HIM AND SMASH HIM INTO A PANCAKE!
AAAAAARGGHHJKJHLKJHKHLLKHKH!!!!!

Break into a clean dive and try to move towards him while avoiding those spears. When you get close enough grapple onto him with your chain in your offhand and use all that force to deck him.

When you land on him, grab onto his newly grown weaponry and use them as handles to begin ripping into him. Dig inside and rip his body open from the inside, if possible.

It is unlikely that you will be able to destroy him with your pure physical force.
You need to suppress him and hold him back till Mordre arrives.
Don't let him get to your squad or to Pure Lady. We need to keep them seperatted.

Umm... I don't know. Other than that this is pretty straight forward.
Avoid the spears so that your momentum is not broken.

Right, next spear that comes up, wrap your chain around it and use it as a stabilizer as you ride down. The leverage will make it easier for you to shift away from further spears as they come at you, plus you might be able to snap the end off one as it rises upward and drive it down into the golem's head with all the momentum of your fall behind it.

SPEARS?! WHY HE HAS GIVEN YOU WEAPONS! HE TOOK YOUR SWORD AND NOW YOU SHALL RETURN THE FAVOR!

>[25 Seconds until Arkus enters the fray to mark for Mordre]
I now cannot stop picturing Arkus as a Starcraft ghost putting a little red dot on things and having Mordre blow them up. Complete with unit quotes, except that's horribly disconcerting because everything the ghost says is the sort of badass stuff that Arkus would never say.

>>272764
>>272765
I loop out the chain about my left arm, and kick off the existing spear pillar as I dodge the second, snapping off the spearhead as blood gunks about my still-healing stomach wound, running down the pillar as I rip my fingers free of my misshapen metal mits and take hold of the titanic spearhead. I will gladly take his attack back to him, if only so I get the satisfaction of putting that much force behind a blow.

>>272754
>>272760
I have flesh cleaved from a shoulder in a near-miss, and lose my footing after the third attack, resuming my drop. I draw closer and closer, digging my fingers into the spearhead, their crimson tips digging through the heavy iron with relative ease-as my hands gain further lacerations to be healed, cut by that force that surrounds this metal. As I close the final hundred feet, body screaming like a rocket, I whip out my free hand, and in the space between moments, I find the timing to get purchase on Domintus' pile of spears just in time for impact.

I drive the spearhead into his head and upper body, driving both into a crumpled burial deep underground as the extruding spears start reactively withdrawing. I wield my lump of spear once more, this time as a weighty club, and bash away at one of the collapsing spear-shafts, looking to bring it crashing down-but its too durable, and moves too quickly.

Until Bang puts in some help.

>[Bang]"TORRUGA BE HAVING THE TIME OF BREAKS, PUNCHTIME IS MY TIME OF VERY GOOD!!"

And with that Bang rockets through the air, feet stomping like thunder on open air as he passes by in a supersonic cocoon... my skin's losing the sheen, my veins are... that fast? In just healing those injuries and boosting myself that long, its running out? ...Shit, I'm slipping back to a normal frame of mind... FUCK!

...Didn't do it, damn.

I decide to sit back and watch the show, as Bang throws his arms out wide, limbs lengthening to organic ribbons with heavy fangs lining their sides. He loops his arms about a spear-

>[Bang]"THE EXECUTION OF BANGS!!"

His arms snap shut, cleaving through the massive column in an instant-

And sending the column of metal, still more than a thousand feet long, racing into Domintus' gut. He finishes being driven into the ground, a makeshift tombstone being made out of his onetime spear. I make my way back to the 17th, shedding my metal club gloves and the mangled gauntlets beneath as I claim a shield and take position just in time to see the buried Domintus, something the small black-red, blue-flamed knight was trying to get near, fexploding from the ground, sheets and bars and coils of metal scores of meters thick threading their way skyward, weaving around and together, taking shape-

A Domintus roughly seven hundred feet tall stands before us.

[20 Seconds pass]

It is struck in the head by a massive blur that shatters on impact, its titanic feet staggered as it maintains its balance-

And another projectile a hundred feet tall slams into the incredibly proportioned Domintus-and this time the monster holds his ground, turning to face-

A lone elder human standing on a metal disk, floating in the air-

A mass of metal, from armor, weapons, small tombs, coins, trinkets, gray mist from corpses-thousands upon thousands of tons gather behind him as he claims the detritus of, by my best guess, twenty thousand dead, and slaps it all on top of a metal core he already has floating beside him some hundred feat across-

And then the ground erupts into nightmarish medly all behind him, ravaging strips of the Domintus forces as rock-wrapped crystal explodes from the ground, studding itself, crystal-out, all over the tiny moon forming behind him. Even the Pure Lady spares a moment to glare at this incredible sorceray.... how does he manipulate it at range so?

[Translated just for viewers]
>[Eisenhardt]"Domintus. Pure Lady.

I have to dig in my feet as my shield bucks and heaves, trying to pull itself free of my grasp as magnetism goes wild, a thin ring of scrap formed around his enormous crystal studded orb, the air rippling, humming, sound fading away to nothing-save a voice.

>[Eisenhardt]"Can you bear the weight of my grudge?

the ring breaks, a wall of air knocks me and the entire brigade back, as the six hundred foot diameter all metal, crystal studded bullet flies forth at an incredible speed.



...........................................................................[PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: ARKUS] ...........................................................................

-n't want to-

Shit I'm here.

Okay, look around-

-Domintus is NOT sixty five feet tall as reported, but SEVEN HUNDRED OH WHAT?
-It is currently staking a bunch of metal into the ground to stop it-
-Since its being pushed back by a massive metal sphere, magic anulling crystal every-
-Ah Eisenhardt's here-oh MAN, that thing has some punch to it!
-Domintus is ALSO exploding with swords everywhere, oh man!
-Senth, Aurockoth and Pure Lady are still busy in their little brawl-
-Hey, Blue Knight's here!

I blink, finishing my unbound thought moment, thumbing the ring on my finger that I just triggered, happy the runes worked as, heart racing, in the middle of a battlefield, I think desperately-



Where am I going to make a World anchor in the ground for Mordre to home in on? He's already above the atmosphere with Burduko, I just need to give him a place to orbital drop to, and I'm GONE!

...Well?
Beneath Domintu's feet, middle of the field, next to Pure Lady-whole bunch of options. WHAT DO?

>>272804
Hey, Arkus, you feeling crazy? Under Domintus. I know you can do it.

>>272804
Well. Hmm. The Pure Lady or Domintus; which is more dangerous?

...

Based upon what we know, Domintus exists only in this reality, at least in any form resembling this one. You know who else exists in only this reality? Mordre. Anything that's a Mordre-analogue in any significant manner needs to die, lest everything get even more horribly fucked than it already is.

That said, the Pure Lady seems to have control of Domintus somehow- or at least the ability to strongly influence his actions. They're always together. Plus, she's the one who seems able to draw heroes from other realities- what's to say she couldn't somehow keep Domintus alive in some form even if we kill him? While she's incredibly powerful I'm inclined to think that an orbitally striking Mordre will take out virtually anything, including her, so let's one-shot her and worry about Domintus later.

Uh, you have to do it wherever you're standing so don't do it right next to the 700 foot tall golem. Try somewhere near the action but not where anyone would think you're a threat.

I'm thinking you might have a better chance of marking a space near the Pure Lady instead of trying to get close to a colossus of pointy things.

>>272804

Near the Blue Knight, IF he's relatively close to Domintus. This is going to take some firepower, and I WILL NOT HAVE US BE THE VICTIM OF A KILL-STEAL AGAIN.

We'll team up with Carkiano to eliminate the Pure Lady.

Then Domintus. I look forward to seeing our new armor and our new Deepspawn Blade, Aehroahquia, the Edge of Oblivion.

I think Pure lady would be easier to put down then Domintus...
At least it looks so. She might have crazy dream power but does she have isane regenerative abilities that Domintus has? I doubt so.

So yeah, lets put down Pure Lady first. We might even claim her soul before duking it out with Domintus.

>>272804
Hey Arkus, tell Mordre to charge up the Immortal Genocide on the way down- I imagine all the heat it absorbs from re-entering the atmosphere would make a pretty fucking powerful anti-magic burst or MAGIC NUKE PUNCH.

Also, go for the Pure Lady. She's far too busy to notice a world marker. So long as you don't get involved with her fight.

>>272822
Which would probably kill Eisenhardt, so not the greatest idea ever.

>>272838
On that note we should make sure that Phone warns Esinheart about the beakon and Mordres orbital attack, we dont want him to lose focus and the orbital strike of Mordre will almost certainly make an opening he can use.

>>272822
indeed
>>272842
indubitably

If we're doing an antimagic burst we'd have to warn EVERYONE with a magic battery that's nearby. That includes Bang, Aurockoth, Senth, and Eisenhardt... but we may as well tell everyone in our forces.

I'm kindof against the idea personally. Can't we just launch a railgun shot right as we land or something?

>>273002
Better idea.

Instead of using the secondary function
Use the primary and give Dom the magic explosion punch.

It'll be a gas.

>>272804
Don't activate the IG until we arrive. We don't want to screw over any of our allies, and we can't just tell them to get away, because that leaves Domintus free to do whatever.

>>273004
>It'll be an explosion which will absolutely destroy everything, including Mordre

Anyways, I'm in favor of charging the IG on the way down, but I'm not necessarily in favor of using it. It'll help with heat issues on the way down, and can be used in an emergency as an ace in the hole (The explosive OR the Antimagic)... Or maybe pristined for something new? Who knows? It hurts us little to charge it, anyways, even if we don't use it.

Try to get as close as you can, Arkus, hope you have a squad or something to cover you while you do this. Out of curiosity, whatall does your ring do? I know it like spins or whatever, but I mean what are some handy effects it can have?

How was the runing? Did it go smoothly? Anything you just threw in? Maybe some simple defensive runes here or there? Or were you focused on FLIGHT and MAGNETS and maybe MINDSHIELDAN?

>>272822
>>273004
...Considering that, at the very least I would think, Domintus has just as much energy stored within its form as Goran had at the beginning of our fight with him, and that Bob stated using IG's Primary Function on Goran would result in the equivalent of a nuke that would be almost certainly fatal for anybody within a mile, I don't think using IG's Primary Function on Domintus is a good idea.

...On the subject of Goran, if the Heart Soul Nexus and the Left Hand Soul Nexus were to be connected, would Spectral Gorging Anima, in conjunction with Feasting Vestments, be able to consume magic it touches, in addition to its flesh rendering?

Hey why haven't we asked Dulu if he wants to fight with us here? I mean, Wenshino has to know Dulu slipped his bonds by now.

If he accepts we'd have to tell our allies that Dulu was on our side, though. I don't think we ever told the Blue Knight about how Mordre freed Dulu.

GUYS! We can't antimagic burst, Everfeast will DIE and Domintus will EAT ITS SOUL which is BAD NEWS, seriously!

>>273040
what he said

Better to charge up Jade-soul punch, and mega-punch Pure Lady when we are above her. Then crash our body into her, and hope that we will eat her soul.

>>272807
>>272811
>>272821
>>272822
-FUCK, I'm going with the Pure Lady. I start dashing across the battlefield, getting spun this way and that as blows cut through my robe and are stopped cold by my magic leather body glove. One hundred feet, seventy five, fifty-

I JUST barely avoid getting skewered by that Aurockoth Life Golem thing.

Right close enough.

I reach into that World Source inside me, what was once alien and now feels second nature, and channel a shaft from my body down, deep beneath the earth-and hook it onto a Leyline. I release the magic-and the pillar remains. ...Marker placed. PHOHN GET ME OUT OF HER-

Burduko and Rutgur appear before me, and by the time I finish the thought, I'm already gone.

............................................................................................[PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: MORDRE] ............................................................................................

I float above the world, outside the pull of its atmosphere, in the cold void of space-

When I sense the marker being placed.

...Arkus has done his job then.

I cease my constant, rapid-fire conversation with Phohn that let me stay abreast of the battlefield's happenings as I begin to move, body gyrating as I line up my Revolver Cannon-the cylinder on my right shoulder opening to spew forth sixty runed saw rings, all of which I carefully float into place, their placements perfectly in alignment down past the micrometer. I divert all magical power into Ignimancy and Magnetomancy, turning my attention on my cannon, thankful for the extra bulk on my body, as I now wear thirty thousand pounds of detachable, modular ablative armor, further layers of defense that I imagine I will find a use for in this coming battle. I take a last moment to reflect that not only did I gain the thrusters and right shoulder armament modifications, as well as the Shade of Souls rune inscription covering my floating silver skull of a head in scrimshaw runework-blocking my thoughts from even the most powerful of beings-on top of this, my left arm now has upscaled replicas of the runes on the ducal small tomb, rigged to draw power from use of Goran's soul and his magic eating, and this just body modifications. ...I also think on the fact that I placed Aehroahquia's core in the Edge of Oblivion brings me visceral joy, my sword vastly improved, returned to me-and now given a voice and will of its own, absolutely subservient to me. I even reflect on my postulations of how Trollzaru's Magic Eater blood, and that of Goran harvested from the ice around Mordreden could be combined with the Morphic Fluid to evolve the Sable Executioner and the alloy it is built on. All of this is exhaustively reviewed in the space of a picosecond, just on the tail of my last full-body scan.

I have chosen to be quite meticulous about how I enter the fray, considering the forces at work, the variables involved.

With my recollection of personal modifications complete, I block off every extraneous thought or calculation, as I triple and quadruple check the numbers-if I'm off by even the SLIGHTEST bit, in accounting for known air currents, planetary rotation, the effects of atmospheric entry, the shell's vacuum capsule, physical distortion due to thermal influence, the sustained thrust of the projectile's rocket.....


I am ready.

RELATIVITY CANNON

The shot is away, a hole in the ozone and thunder on the ground startlingly clear through the puncture mark are my first evidence of the shot's passing-my body rocketing away into the void of space-

For twenty feet before Burduko catches me, and we shift-

I am now flying back-first toward the planet, my moment reversed as I get the jumpstart for my orbital drop. My cannon already molten and hissing, I re-sheathe the runed saw-rings in my right shoulder armament-spinning around to face my inevitable impact.

As I plunge into the atmosphere, into the riotous storm where wind returns to the void left by my attack, I turn my attention to the thrust-based runed pits on the back of my shoulder mounted weapons, the center of my back, at my waist and on my feet, all points still accessible even with my modular overarmor equipped. I activate the Immortal Genocide as I feel myself covered in a thermal envelope, the air distorting in heat-then returning to normal as my hand feasts so greedily, always looking for more heat to claim, as if it's true joy was the slow heat death of the universe. My equations rechecked, I adjust my right shoulder saw-cylinder-and active my rocket-propulsion system, left arm in front, and accelerate, already magnitudes beyond the speed barrier to begin with.

The Immortal Genocide is starting to crackle as it finds its endless hunger constantly flooded with more to eat as I re-open the whole in Zakrath's atmosphere by my shot, which landed all of 215 milliseconds ago. Four hundred milliseconds after firing I close the last thousand feet to the ground-

For the barest instant I percieve the Pure Lady injured, harmed in some way, but there she stands in the middle of a crater five hundred feet across that dives eight hundred feet deep, heavy cracks showing the tremors the earth was subjected to-as I consider that I did not account for how velocity amplifies Osmand's impact. Senth is likewise inside the crater untouched, turning his back to the Pure Lady as he looks at Aurockoth, leaping back down from the crater's edge. All of this I detect through the smoke and debris still in the air from my relativity cannon shot less than half a second ago, the Pure Lady just starting to look up as my fist, the Blootz steel vibrating at the raw power held in the everfeasting Immortal Genocide, collides with her face by means of my middle knuckle. There is something, some distortion I cannot perceive and elicits confusion from Zagrath as well as she take the raw kinetic impact and ignores it, already raising her hands for some sort of counterattack.

When I have Burduko, who has already exhuastively visited every corner of the Domintus Camp, teleport me again, this time to her back. In that instantaneous shift, I contain the Immortal Genocide's primary function just long enough, all that absorbed power shunting into her back and spine, magical energy being converted into fuel for a Soul-based explosion of one's own power, and with that much force-

AGAIN reality shifts around her and she is somehow unharmed-

The moment I register this I channel the Jade Soul Style in my arm, again switching magical gears as I employ their signature move, the Jade Fist. Left hand now sheathed in soul energy, I use Kinetimancy and Magnetomancy to push my fist into the supersonic-

AGAIN reality shifts around her and she is somehow unharmed-or is she? I sense a heavy turmoil in her magic, having only now classified her as a Chaos mage, possibly like Mordecai was, as well as a SoulDreamer on top-and EVERYTHING I feel shouts that something not of her making is occurring. Intrigued, two thirds of a second into my attack pattern, I decide to stop slicing time so thinly-

And analyze what occurs.

A second passes, and the Pure Lady is doubling over, eyes darting at something only she can see as a look of pristine horror pvertakes her. She claws at her eyes, rupturing one eyeball as she lets out a reedy wail a second after that-

Four seconds in, the Pure Lady falls to the ground, heart still beating-

Yet her soul.... CONSUMED itself.

I turn to see Aurockoth looking out me, his every spine slowly turning to orient on my from seventy feet away as he places both hands on the hilt of his sword, it's wild runes blazing with hellish light as Senth impishly leers through a haze of smoke, Keddic having made his way to the lip of the crater-

It is to this crowd that I boom out my introduction, my battlefield entrance, and cry it loud enough it thunders out of the crater and to all within milies.

"ILLIA! "Yes Mage Mordre?" "IT'S TIME FOR MY SPECIAL TEA!!"











GOLEM QUEST ARC ELEVEN: COMPLETE

NEXT ARC: TO SLAY A GOD, TO CLAIM A NATION

*Applause*

FUCK YEAR!