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Ribbon Prancer
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Kengehxion's warrior-worshippers were a mixed bunch, ranging from the lowest level of heroic to a middling tear of magical proficiency-but all based on organic targets. Immune to their strikes, I cleared out every last warrior on the Sphere's surface in one hour, and consumed them all. Not a one fled me, all willingly laying down their lives-and I felt Belief somehow wrapped about their souls, in a manner that made me wonder if it was related to their fanaticism. From there, I fought Kengehxion's personal assistants for the next three hours, two hours of which they benefitted from Kengehxion's personal presence until the last of his attendants perished. They all were... altered, reformed into new beings in a manner similar to Bang's own transformations-and every last one of them had magical capacity roughly ten times more than their soul weight should suggest, thanks to magic-producing organs within their structure. They fought in a manner very similar to Bang, tremendous agility and brute force the attack pattern of choice, with corrosive acids, monomolecularly sharpened bone, and ample manipulation of the Sphere's interior to create new attacks or footing for themselves. With Kengehxion's Ownership of the Sphere I had significant issue for a time, and was forced to use Chaos/Order collisions to outright erase clumps of enemies-I used the ability as minimally as I could, but still the permanent loss of some one thousand of Kengehxion's personal attendants' souls irks me.
Kengehxion himself lived up to the Sphere God image, in my opinion. An Biological weapon some twelve feet tall, he was covered in chitinous orange bone with carbon nanotubes giving them unbelievable durability, while plates of metal where embedded in sections of his shell. Openings allowed for highly pressurize gar expulsions with internal ignition, flame lances that stretched hundreds of feet and carried temperatures hot enough to melt steel in seconds, Acid capable of dissolving more ably than dragons back home, shot with enough pressure to core through armor. Twin translucent portions in his chest were highly specialized lenses, allowing for the refocusing of light to craft lasers of his own-he matched a full discharge of the Amaranthine Annhilator jolt for jolt, and showed regeneration comperable to Bang-at the start.
But no matter how personally powerful, no matter how capable of potentially obliterating me had I miscalculated, he could not stand up to what, at that point, was the weight of nearly a hundred thousand soul's Belief, my existing magic-and the thousands of his followers own organic magics. I began to unmake him, attacking his fatigued soul with my attempts to take Ownership of his body and his vessel. For an hour after the fall of his last supporter he faced me, frequently so overwhelming all my attacks are spent striking away his own offense-but finally he slips, too focused on commanding his Sphere-and I had him. it was at that point, as I was peeling his flesh away to get at his soul, that he used some strange organ to commit spiritual suicide after his parting comment. Words of no value, as he did not even realize how much better than the normal ultimate fate of souls my own Eden has become.
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I reconsider my new Faith Soldiers, who I can constantly build more of so long as they are facing foes capable of putting any sort of reflexive Belief into their transient existence-non-sapient foes are a poor match-up, but against Mortals with time I can make my own self-sustaining army I need only give general orders to. A powerful force-and, should I reveal it in the State, liable to get me even more attention than trying to bring this Sphere home.
I then consider what my Inferno Golems became-Faith Guardian Golems. By using my paired Deep Spawn assistents within my Eden, I siphon off samples of the total population, and give them reason to believe themselves opposed to their own most hated foe, turning their resultant belief into the offensive force of the golems. With their aide, and Fjordak at full output, I can support twenty such manifestations with the same strain as one Inferno Golem, thirty with the strain of five. I assume the returns to diminish past there, relying more on my own computation to command. They can be sustained indefinately-but if destroyed, permanently deny me the souls manifested in their forms. I learned that the hard way when one with two hundred eighty souls was destroyed by Kengehxion-after which point I made only ten thousand-plus soul Golems.
While my own Eden and twinned Deep Spawn are most useful, it was Fjordak that proved my most useful addition-the aid of Goran's heart rhythmically vibrating thousands of times a second to create a supersonic flow of Blood Iron with glimmerings of Phonomantic and Magnetomantic energy just from running.... quite frankly, I think with Fjordak's boosted Blood Magic at full output, it and my soul could account for an equivalent magical output to a Soul Grave of fifty thousand souls. Fjordak's own spawn are microscopic amplifiers in the whole mix where it imbues its entire essence into the resonating magic of Goran, myself and the internal Deep Spawn. Combined with the unfailingly accurate, ever-replenishing, magic-nullifying cannon... again, I marvel at the scope of the Deep Spawn's versatility.
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I find myself now fully capable of manipulating the cellular structure of any organic material I make physical contact with-or make contact with through my runed saw rings. Presuming I do not meet an Ownership I cannot overwrite, I am effectively free to do as I please-and likely could emulate many of Bang's modifications, and place them in others, should he be willing to fully demonstrate them to me. Sadly, not a one beyond Kengehxion was Arcanely inclined, and no matter how potent he was, his soul was denied to me. As such, I find myself limited in application in a manner markedly similar... to Bang.
...I fear for this place should I bring Bang here, all the same as I marvel at what he could accomplish here....
The Sphere itself is capable of much. It can create roots to dig into the ground and attempt direct interface with the System for energy absorption purposes, both able to absorb the energy of Core Beings, and the ambient souls caught by the System before the completely dissolve. It can also directly feed from Leyline Geysers, and this is on top of massive internal magic producing organs. While it can internally sustain itself-it would be in an 'emergency' mode, unable to fly, or regenerate. To power full function, where I could, with full devotion of all my magic as conduit, I would need either an external feed from the System-or some truly potent internal engines. With them, I could reshape the Sphere at large like Bang does his body.... a 2.8 mile wide living weapon at my beck and call....
Weinsho and Domintus spring to mind as possible power sources.
Currently, I find myself locked out of the local root system and with enough power left for full function for... twenty three hours, fifty two minutes. I note that only full function allows endless production of nutrients for up to fifty thousand residents. Having completely removed the corpses from the battle, having made the sphere subsume them and derive chemical fuel from their breakdown, I could easily hold every person gathered here-twelve thousand, five hundred eighty as of this moment. With how swiftly their attention turns to Arkus, and the faint pall of Belief I feel directed both at me and to a lesser extent towards Arkus, I seriously consider doing just that. I note he only needed five seconds after noting my presence to find a.. presentable... way to publically greet me on my return. We exchange pleasantries, I comment on his Axe, he notes he used personal System World magic and Blood magic in a hybrid in a magic theory test, with this being the result, while he asks how my battle with Kengehxion went, and I give him a brief rundown. All in all, normal dialogue for us.
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I check through the vast compendium of memories I consumed along with souls-and find confirmation that the Sphere Gods do indeed have knowledge of and actively tap Belief magic-but it seems to be for their host Orbopolis, not their personal use. I find no reason for this lack of personal empowerment in any of the lives I ate-a pity.
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As I consider how the other Sphere Gods will react to this-the memories I consumed suggest they will face me in mass, willing to put aside differences to obliterate a dangerous outsider-and together, I have little doubt they could do it if more than five of Kengehxion's level faced me at once, with everything they had from the start-if Kengehxion had not failed to attack me at range on my approach, things could have gone differently-the shaped lens cannons, the pressure jets, all the weapons the body can hose possess considerable power. If I leave, these villagers, who now clearly begin to Believe in me, would be slaughtered to prevent disruption of Belief. I need to take them with me, lest they die for no purpose. I can house them all in this Sphere. It seems so simple, so straight forward.
I tell them, frankly and without reservation, that the other Sphere Gods will likely retailiate for this, and you want to keep them safe-at the invitation to live within the Sphere, a place hallowed in their legends, all leap at the chance, and after a mere hour spent picking up locals, the ground is depopulated, all the residents now walking about the surface of the Sphere, filing down the many entrance tunnels in the surface level. They bring with them the guts of their homes, and I do not object as they ask to claim things from other villages, friends and belongings alike. At the free extra worshippers, how can I say no? It takes six hours total, and the sun is beginning to set, when No one complains of a missing relative that could join-with a total population of twenty six thousand, seven hundred eleven, not counting myself or Arkus. with the contents of some nine villages and a ground major trade hub all packed within, I have a miniature city now within a construct completely under my Ownership.
It is at this point Arkus comes to me, saying that Ellayia will tell Phohn we are in Dionepa for ten thousand marks, plus ninety thousand more for the two things she found for us. Knowing Burduko to have, via Lenryt, been here before, I readily agree-
And one second later, the Sphere's sensors show me Burduko and Rutgur, teleporting in. I explain their service to me, and they are instantly treated as demigods by the locals, as Rutgur systematically stores them, while I assure them all I will bring them to a safe place, Arkus stored with them-
As Burduko nearly kills himself bringing us to Mordreden, where the massive sphere, the grandest of prizes from a titanic clash that lasted half a day and involved deicide, now hangs above the icy city, I wish myself capable of grinning, as I wonder at all the marvels the Premen's belief in me can achieve when exposed to the more palpable Belief of my new followers.......
I decide I shall take half an hour to set things in affairs here, even while Phohn informs me that per my orders he has dispatched a comment that a Grand Elder Mage of the Mortal Coil called a meeting outside of communication range, so teleportation was not an immediate option. He has left the explanation vague enough I can even go with my plan to use this sphere as the touted 'home' of the Mage Mordre. That Phohn comments Gialgorra has not only arrived, but become a local hero for, with Eisenhardt's aid, completely subjugating a Soul Grave, found already active in a hidden basement of a research outpost. So many possibilities glitter in my future now-I feel I am on the cusp of something important....
GOLEM QUEST ARC 12: COMPLETE]
GOLEM QUEST ARC 13: WHILE WEINSHO'S WIGHT WEEPS, MORDRE MANIFESTS MAJESTY
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