@thewizardguy

Markus seems to completely ignore the plants as he finishes planting the peach before energy crackles off of him, seeming to disappear as lightning strikes where he'd once been only for lightning to strike between shiro and the confused murlock, Markus's eyes glowing with energy crackling off of them as he say in a low, surprisingly even tone "call them off. i wish no more destruction upon this place"

The roses held him, the gentle touch of their soft leaves and sweet smelling petals a sharp contrast to the thorns which caused small rivulets of blood to run down his arms and legs. Mithias was lifted off the ground and bore the storm with the rest of the plant. As he seemed subdued, the other plant guardians went after the other invaders. "Mortis." He spoke, trying to remember what had brought him here.

In his concentration, Mithias began opening another portal.

@supertinyking

"So... do I need to kick some ass?" Asura asks as he cracks his knuckles

((Intro post for a villain... Warning, some graphic content, not for those with extremely strong morals, or a disdain of evildoers. You have been warned....))
There was a knock on the door, and James moved to answer it. James was your average joe, living on the rough side of New-Tor city, on Tor-7, in a dingy little apartment that he could barely make the money needed for its rent costs. He has a little girl named Lilly, a 8 year old who loved playing baseball, and the color yellow. James works at a foundry, melting down metals to be shipped out to factories for a living. He works hard each day, in order to pay his taxes, and for Lilly's schooling.
Opening the door, he swallowed down a lump in his throat, as he saw Rick Anderson at his door. Rick was wearing a brown suit, with a red tie. His hair was slicked back, and he looked like your average business man.
"Hey, James, mind if I come in for a cup-a-joe? I was in the area, and I wanted to talk about that loan payment you haven't made yet." Rick says, pointing inside. James cleared his throat, and moved aside.
"S-sure thing Mister Anderson. I wasn't aware it was due today..." James says, backing into his kitchen, past the living room where Lilly was playing with some toys, to prepare the coffee, pouring a packet of ground beans into his coffee machine. He sits down at his kitchen table, and he motions for Rick to sit down. "So..Mister And-" James starts, before, chuckling with a smile, Rick stops him.
"Call me Ricky, no need to be so formal James..." Rick says, smiling slightly. James relaxes a bit, smiling. "Well, Ricky, what do ya want to talk about....this visit seems really out of place..." James comments, as Rick sits up to get his cup of coffee which had brewed.
"...I'm here to talk about last month's late payment. I felt like dealing with this in person, because..frankly James, I feel like you're not respecting my kindness...." Rick says, his tone become a bit less friendly.
"I'm sorry it was late Ricky, I..I needed some of the money to pay for Lilly's schoolin, it's so darn expensive and.." James starts, panic in his voice, sweat forming on his brow.
"It's ok, it's ok..I see, I understand..." Rick says, sitting back down with a smile, before he sips his coffee. "...Tell me, have you heard of the new initiative in the school systems here in Tor-7?" Rick asks, giving James a glare that makes sweat form, and his hands jitter.
"T-the one..about if a child..has some sort of dis-" James starts, before reaching into his pockets, Rick pulls out two pistols from inside his shirt, before the coffee mug he'd let go of even hits the floor, one aimed square at James, while the other aims in towards Lilly, him squeezing off a shot, Lilly's right arm being blown from her body at the shoulder. Lilly falls to the ground, screaming in pain, and James moves forwards, as if to crawl over the table to get at Rick, before Rick adjusts his aim.
"Temper, temper, or the next one will blow her brains all over the wall...." Rick says, and James freezes, tears welling up in his eyes.
"You son of a bitch!" He says, and Rick shrugs a little, and shoots Lilly's left leg, in the knee, her crying turning to a blood curdling scream of pain.
"Wish to make another comment?" Rick asks, before standing up, and walking over to the girl's arm. "..Ya know, I'm guessing you wouldn't have the money for a full limb re-construction......" Rick says, putting one pistol away, before picking up the girl's severed arm. Rick's remaining pistol is still trained on Lilly, and James gets on his knees.
"Please, no sir, I will get you your money, just don't do what I think you're gonna do..." James begs, tears streaming down his cheeks. Rick just walks back into the kitchen, and places the severed arm into James' microwave.
"...So, tell me, what wattage is this microwave?" Rick asks James, and James begins to cry more. Rick sighs, and looks at James as if he was a spoiled child crying over spilled milk. "...Do I need to make this worse, or are you going to tell me the fucking wattage!" Rick yells.
"900 watts! 900...you mother..fucker..." James sobs, and Rick smirks, as he punches in 8 minutes into the microwave. Once the machine starts, Rick thinks, before stopping the machine, and shoving some metal silverware into it, along with an aerosol can of some sort, before turning it back on again. Shortly after Rick forces James into the living room, the microwave explodes, sending chunks of metal and flesh all over the kitchen. Rick leans down, and smiles at James, who is holding Lilly in his arms, sobbing.
"..Now, it won't be so hard to pay your loan now that Lilly's schooling will be free, huh James? Call the meat wagon over once I'm gone...." Rick says, patting James on the back, before strolling over to the door, before looking down at himself, and noticing his shoes had blood on them.
"...Oh, and I'm adding the cost of my new shoes onto your loan..." Rick says, before leaving, pulling out a vial of cloudy liquid, and snorting it.
"Woooo! It is good to be me!" Rick says, happy as can be, as he heads back the elevator he took up....concerned people rushing to the apartment moments after the elevator doors close....

@supertinyking
((I know this is a slight timeskip, but I have to make this post. We can just act like your post was a week in the past, as it doesn't really change anything.))

It had been about a week since the incident that had taken Lily Forager's left arm. She had made a full recovery, physically. The hospitals had treated her wound, and refilled the blood she had lost. Synthetic, created in a lab. It was all very advanced. But Lily wasn't from a rich family, and there was no way her father could afford a complete limb reconstruction. The best they'd been able to do was a little stump, and with every passing day reconstruction became less likely.

Alexander Stone sighed, as he looked over his papers. It was in his line of work to deal with tragedy, but it was cases like these that he worked for. It was children like her that he sought to help. And thus it infuriated him all the more when she refused to listen, when she clamped up the way she did.

"Lucy, look at me. That's right, I'm over here." The girl's eyes focused once more on Alexander, as he smiled gently at her. But even as she looked at him, it was like she looked right past him. Staring off into some unseen nightmare, some horrific daydream that she would never be able to escape from. "Lucy, this is a safe place. Remember? There's no need to look out the window."

Once more, the girl's focus left him. Her eyes wandered across the room, before coming to settle on the window. Wordlessly she continued to stare, and Alexander, after a moment, stood up to turn down the blinds. "Does the light bother you? Don't worry. We're on the seventh story, nothing can come in through there." The girl didn't reply, but rather stared down, at the empty paper in front of her. She didn't speak, as she hadn't since her traumatic experience. He could see the pain in her eyes, and yet he didn't know how to help her. He could do nothing unless she reached out first, and he hated himself for his helplessness.

There was a polite knock on the door. Alexander stood, already knowing who it was. Lily didn't relax, continuing to stare at the paper silently. He already knew who it was, their time was over. As he opened the door, James was standing behind it looking anxious. The man smiled anxiously, a glint of suspicion still evident in his eyes as his eyes instantly darted to his daughter. "Ah, Mr Forager. Lily is right here."

James nodded nervously, grinning sheepishly at Alexander. He tried to make a statement, but, failing to find the right words, simply walked over to his daughter. Talking softly to her, he coaxed her off the leather chair, taking a hold of her hand. Alexander simply watched, knowing the pain James felt. As James turned to leave, he nodded to Alexander. "Thank you, Mr Stone. I.... I know I can't afford the time you..."

"You're not the only father in the world, James." Alexander's smile was a sad one. "I hope I'll see Lily back next week." For a moment, a strange spike of resentment flared in him. Not at the sheepish, awkwardly grateful standing before him. Nor at Lily, the girl who now stood so solemnly by his side. He felt resentment at himself. For even as he extended his help so charitably, he knew he wasn't making any progress. But he couldn't bear himself to say anything as James looked at him, a tiny glimmer of hope in his eye. The man had been through too much, and hope was the only thing that kept him moving.

"Yeah, we'll be back. Thanks again." With those words, James left the carefully designed office of Alexander Stone. He lead his catatonic daughter down to the elevator, the people quickly making space for them. They bore that look of pity he had come to despise, for no reason other than the fact that it reminded him of his current situation.

The last few days were a waking nightmare. The hospital had been a blur, he remembered nothing. Not the concerned people who had found him sobbing next to his daughter, not the police officers surveying the scene, not the medics in their white suits rushing her into a stasis pod. People had told him later that he'd been in shock. It made sense, he supposed. But even now he had no idea how he'd gotten back into his bed, how he'd managed to sleep after that day. All he remembered was the nightmares.

Some time later, James sat at home. In her room, Lily had finally gone to sleep. He stared out into space, thinking of what to think. He tried to sort his thoughts, to sort his emotions. In the light of this event, Lily's schooling fees had disappeared. He was able to pay off Rick's men, for now. But what if he lost his job at the factory? What if they replaced him with another one of those damn clones? What if he no longer had the income to pay off the underworld, as well as support his daughter. Endless scenarios of horror played out before his eyes, all the ways his life could possibly go to sleep. And throughout it all he saw the face, the smirk that had been so prominently displayed on Rick's face. That horrifying look of smug indignation, as if he were merely swatting off an annoying bug.

Little did James know that he was not the only one watching. And even as he sank off into a fitful sleep, he felt himself being plucked out of his body. As if some giant had picked him up for closer inspection, holding him up closer to it's face, he could feel himself being dragged through layers of reality. A rushing, spinning sensation. Until finally, he emerged from a pit of darkness in a throne room formed from the bones of some titanic creature. The only lighting came from the series of heads arrayed along the walls, glowing goo dripping from their eyes and mouths even as they tried to speak. Before him stood a massive throne, forged from bone and liquid shadow, reinforced with a black, unknown metal. Upon it sat a tiny figure, a petite little girl with a bright grin on her face, staring down at him from impossible heights with a look of condescending glee.

"Where am I?" The question came out slowly, almost calmly, as James found himself paralysed. He couldn't move a single muscle, his eyes locked by the malevolent pink glare.

"You're in the world of nightmares, James." James nodded, as the girl spoke. This made perfect sense to his dream self. "And I'm the Queen of Nightmares." James looked up, doubting the authority of the tiny girl. But something about the way she looked, the way she... felt, told him that he wouldn't live long were he to express his doubts. "This world is for all the little people who want to escape reality, who fall so deep into their nightmares they forget to live."

"So how do I get back?" It seemed like the most logical question to ask. After all, he couldn't abandon his daughter. Without him, she would be sent to a foster home. Then she could never hope to recover.

"You can't get back, James. After all, you're my servant now." A deep, primal fear took hold of James heart. For he knew in that instant that he was doomed to an eternity of torment. That the waking dreams that he had been lost in would become his new reality, that all he feared would be made real before his eyes.

"But I can't stay here! Please let me go!"

"Are you afraid for your daughter? Oh, you have no need to worry, she came in just before you did." The look of horror on his face must have been palpable, because the girl seemed to pause, relishing in the moment. Like someone enjoying a particularly good wine, taking a moment to guess the vintage in their head before swallowing. "After all, she was more troubled even than you. That poor girl can't even tell reality from fantasy. Doomed, really. Not a hope in the world."

"No, please! I'll do anything, just let her go!" The fear he had felt for himself mere moments before had vanished, and he would happily condemn himself to this place if he could simply save her life. "Take me, do whatever you want to me. Just leave her alone. She's just a child, she doesn't deserve this!"

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that. After all, you're already mine. Why would I simply release one of my victims?" The girl's grin revealed a row of uncanny teeth, seeming to shift in her mouth, halfway between human and shark. "Of course, perhaps we can deal. After all, it doesn't matter to me who I get to torture. As long as it's someone I can sink my teeth into. But who could you possibly offer me, other than yourself?"

James hesitated. Could he really do this? Was he really prepared to throw someone to this demon, to feed some poor soul to the devil herself to save his daughter? He could condemn himself with a clear conscience, but who could he.... and like that, a dark idea sprouted inside him, watered by his deep-seated hatred. Lucy smiled down, knowing what had dawned onto him. And as James looked up, he knew he was about to become worse than a murderer. But he didn't care. "Rick Anderson. I can give you Rick Anderson. Give her dreams to Rick, make him scream." Even as he spoke the words, James knew the sin he had committed. And yet, he felt oddly calm.

"But who will deliver such foul dreams to him? After all, I can't go doing my own dirty work. It seems I might have to take your daughter after all...." The Queen sat, a smirk on her face. She knew how he would answer, and he knew that she knew. It had all been a trick, a trap for him. But it was far too late to back out now, not with hope in sight. Not with even the slightest possibility of salvation dangled in front of his nose like a carrot.

"I'll do it. I'll deliver the nightmares onto Rick, the nightmares that he would plague my daughter with. I'll kill him a hundred times over, he isn't worth even a thousandth of a life." And with those words, James had doomed himself. The lights dimmed, as the girl stood before him. A wraith, covered in shadow. Spidery legs extending from her back, enclosing him. Her hand on his face, long claws tapping at the edge of his eyes. Rows upon rows of teeth, smiling at him, from beneath those glowing pink eyes.

"Oh, do you promise? Pinky promise?"

"I promise."

With a swift movement, she ripped into him. Claws like daggers digging into his face, clawing through his eyes. He was devoured, and yet remade. He was touched, he was defiled. He could feel as his world was painted in black, as his soul was taken. He would be the vessel, the container for the horrors of the world. He would be the living incarnation of the terrors Rick had inflicted upon the people of Tor-7, and he would bring those horrors to his door. He would be the nightmare that hunted him during the light, he would be the waking dream that would drive him to madness. James was no more. Here stood a champion of darkness, a Dark Knight. And he would serve with pleasure.

A few hours later, James woke from his fitful nap. His hand shot to his eyes, checking whether they were still in place. And yet even as he felt for the gouges he had felt made in his flesh, he knew they wouldn't be there. Not to feel, not to see. And yet he could sense them, beneath the skin, as real as any scar. It had been no mere dream. He had sold his soul to the devil.

He walked into Lily's room, and he saw her sleeping so peacefully. And yet he knew, with dreadful certainty, that her soul was entrapped within the Court of Nightmares. She would not wake up, no matter what he tried. Even if she walked, even if she went to school, she was not truly here. Forever from now on, part of her would live in that horrific place. Trapped. Wailing for help. Up until the very day that he shoved Rick's head full of nightmares.

He had a mission now. He had a duty now. And as he looked at her, he could see the shadows forming around her. Tendrils of darkness growing around her, extending from the stump of her left arm. A new arm formed, a clawed arm of shadows and black metal. And in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Nothing more than a promise, of things to come. A possible reward, were he to serve well. And James would serve, he would serve happily. He would kill, and he would maim. He would torture and damn this world until nothing was left. As long as he could bring back his daughter. He would do it for her.

@Snarfulblast@Tyki@Wraithblade6
Shiro didn't even bother killing the shadow clone, knowing it's nature the moment he saw it. It contained no life of it's own, it was a mere reflection of the true being. And yet even as he jumped towards the amphibian creature, blade in hand, a lightning strike erupted in front of him, forcing him back. He hissed, his kill having been stolen from him. But he also recognized the true threat here. The Guardians had been unable to catch him, and he was able to launch powerful long-range attacks. It was clear the midget was the real threat here, and he would need to watch out for him.

It was then that a dragon appeared out of nowhere, it's breath of frost encasing a Guardian in a complete block of ice. It was a norse dragon, one of the ancient enemies of the Dragon Emperor. They were traitors to their own kind, a filthy abomination. The lesser relatives of truly great creatures, to be hunted down and killed at every possible opportunity. Shiro had heard legends of their greed, of their hate, of their arrogance. He would need to ensure this dragon did not escape, and he jumped towards it. Dodging and ducking, he had completely ignored the midget's words, attempting to quite literally cut off one of their means of escape. He jumped from shadow to shadow, narrowly dodging a blast of frost in his direction, using his special sight to anticipate his opponent's moves before they happened.

Markus found himself once more charged by a Guardian, as they spread out through the garden. However, he also felt the air shift. As if a storm were coming, and one not in his control. It was like a pressure, an immense wall of power ready to roll over this world, and he could feel the skies beginning to churn out of his control. A power was opposing his abilities, challenging his control of the sky with their own might. And Markus had no doubt that whatever was coming would be far more dangerous than a couple of overgrown spiders. A being with control over the storm to rival his own.

Mithias, even as he began to teleport away, was covered in tiny, glowing figures. Some humanoid, others more like animals. Strange insects with glowing eyes and shifting bodies, tiny people with massively oversized heads. They sat on Mithias and whispered to him, asking him who he was, what he was. He could feel the plants growing over his body, shielding him from the rest of the world, even as these tiny creatures indulged their curiosity. After all, he was the only one not currently engaged in destroying things.

@thewizardguy

markus looks up, his hand placed on one of the mandibles of the guardians, stopping the house-sized creature in it's tracks before turning to it and saying "please... i do not wish to hurt you...", his tone more sad than angry at their approach before he gave it's head a gentle pat, saying a quiet "do not fret, i will leave this place, i can see i'm not wanted, and i do not wish to spark more destruction than has already been wrought" before letting go of it's mandibles as a lightning strike takes place, markus disappearing and rapidly ascending into the clouds to come face to face with the being that was attempting to wrestle control of the storms from nothing, markus having never unnaturally made a storm or squall since he'd begun his journies. He stares down the god of storms for this place, saying an even "you don't look well, old man" as the god would, indeed, look horribly aged and weakened, his lack of worshipers and subservience to someone not of godhood leaving him weakened over time, but that being said, his experience and status as god still left him at least a match for Markus, or mayhaps even be stronger in his current state, the rather tall monkey-man sitting down on a cloud, obviously intent on coming up for a chat rather than a fight. "What has happened here to cause such perversions of natural order?" Markus asks the elderly, beleaguered god with rage evident in his voice, not at the god himself, but at those that would warrant such needless destruction.

@thewizardguy "You know what never mind the escape plan I had I'll probably just be shot down as soon as I got into the air, mostly because the Dragon Emperor hates us Norse dragons." Albert notices Blarg and runs over to him.

Blarg now even more confused stopped whatever he was doing to stand on the back of one of the Guardians. How he got there he had no clue but there he was standing on the Guardians back. Looking around Blarg sees Albert run towards him and the Guardian. Blarg waves at Albert, then he notices Shiro charging Albert so Blarg cast his Shadow Lightning Bolt at Shiro.

@Tyki
Markus shot towards the source of the power he felt, meeting it mid-flight. Two lightning bolts materialized into people, two figures appearing from thin air. Opposed to Markus stood a tall, muscular figure with pale skin and grey eyes. He was young and fit, contrary to what Markus had been expecting. He wore a set of leather armour over a yellow kimono. Over each hand was a gauntlet forged from pure gold, each fingertip ending in a diamond claw. Jewelry was woven into his long black hair, most of it made of Gold with the occasional precious stone. In front of Markus stood not Raiden, but Saito. The man who had fused with Raiden, much like Shiro had fused with a Shinigami. One of the most powerful warriors in all of Tsubasa, capable of wielding the full power of the lightning God. He was Saito of the Dragon Guard, chosen by the Dragon Emperor to personally guard him.

"So you're the one who summoned that storm earlier. Huh." He crosses his arms, appraising Markus with a critical eye. His pose was nonchalant, but Markus recognized a veteran warrior. This man had seen a hundred battles, and for such a man, there was no such thing as being 'off guard'. "I'd expected someone a little.... taller. What are you, some western dwarf God?" Saito ignored Markus' question, as he mocked the little man. He hadn't had a fight in a while, and he'd take his sweet time this time. The little guy was in Aegis, and had ravaged the Imperial Gardens. He was a dead man walking, simply waiting for the blade to fall. "Seeing someone throwing around thunder and lightning, I just had to come have a look. Might be a bit silly, someone like me investigating an attack. But I figured it was worth it to see who dared steal my schtick."

@Snarfulblast
Shiro felt it, as the amphibian gathered his magic. The magic was strange to him, like the Norse magic used by their druids. But it was magic nonetheless, and he was already dodging sideways before a bolt of shadowy lightning stuck the spot he had just occupied. It was not the kind of attack that might harm him, but it was best to retain trump cards for the last. These people were obviously fools, for they wandered into the gardens unprepared. As such, they would probably not know of his immortality, and attempt to target his vitals. Such would be the path to his victory.

He drew back his blade, swinging at the dragon's scaly paw. He dodged and ducked, sparks flying from the point of impact. However, the dragon's scales were harder than steel. His blade did little more than dull it's edge, and he knew he would not be able to pierce the creature's scales. As such, he would need to find some other way to harm it. Jumping towards the dragon once more, Shiro aimed to climb it's legs, and to stab it's eyes out.

@thewizardguy

"Gods are meant to watch over the natural balance of things... something that is very much off here... what is the cause?" Markus asks evenly, ignoring the demi-gods impetus as he was in no mood to retort with his normal snark as he crosses his arms and peers at the country side, noting the lack of wild places and the abundant, industrial cities (for the time period) which seemed to be making up most of the land for as far as the eye could see, the needlessly oppulant palace where he'd just came sitting on it's mountain, perched like a lion upon a rock to survey all that lay before her.

@Tyki
Saito snorted. "Got a mouth on you, don't you? But never let it be said that I don't respond to my critics." He smiles brightly. "You see, the natural order is fine. The Kami are at peace, the sea and sky are seperate. The plants grow in the fields, and the clouds roll across the heavens, and the waves haven't dragged the world into the depths. But you're talking about the Garden, aren't you?" He smirks, looking over to the garden. And Markus can see something like pride in his face. "The Blood Rose. People say she was born when a widow killed herself over a rose she found, left beside her lover's bed by another. She's a Kami of vengeance, but Miyamoto managed to tame her. Now she guards the garden, like a good sentient demon-plant."

He glances over at Markus. "You know, you're awfully talkative. Not that I mind chatting, it's not often I get to talk in my line of work. But you do realize I'm going to have to kill you, right? Walking into the Garden is a first class offence, but had you escaped you might have been granted forgiveness. The chance to take your own life, and die with honour. But now?" He sighs, and he looked over Markus with something akin to pity. "There's no way you're living now."

@thewizardguy

"i didn't walk into the garden... i was taking a nap over there, had a nightmare, and fell out of a peach tree in the gardens, dunno how, don't think you'll care either way" he replies evenly, pointing over next to a lake, his camping equipment still there before turning to the storm god and smiling, cracking his knuckles as he said "and tell the widow i'm sorry when you wake up"

@thewizardguy Albert knew the man who was now climbing his leg, well he didn't know him directly but he knew of him and he realized who he was as soon as he saw how quickly the man moved about and the fact he felt an extremely dark presence coming from the man. The man now climbing his legs was Shiro, the Emperors pet assassin, Albert knew he had to get Shiro off of him and quickly. Albert turns his head to face the leg Shiro was climbing and lets out an icy blast not so much as to harm Shiro but to slow him down. Then he turns to face Blarg who was standing on a Guardian.

@Tyki
Saito smiles. "Faced with one of the Dragon Guard, and yet you're still ready to fight. I underestimated you. I'll make sure to fight you seriously, lil' man." He removes a buckle from his armour, and his chest plate drops to the floor, revealing his bare chest. The leather armour had been mostly decorative, and the kimono nicely revealed his cleavage, upon which several warrior tattoos could be seen. Had Markus been from this world, he might have recognized them. As it were, he just saw that they had been burned into Saito's skin.

Then, the world went white. For just a moment everything went foggy as Markus was launched backwards, flying for a few feet before landing on the ground. There was a crackling feeling all over his body, and he realized he'd been punched in the side of the head. Looking up, he noticed Saito standing where he had stood moments before. "That's my Unblockable Punch. Spent years getting it to work out. I saw you can do a lightning form. So let's see if you can match my speed."

@thewizardguy

"nice..." markus replies evenly as he wipes at his mouth and stands up, taking in a deep breath, the sound of a rather large vacuum being heard before he opens his mouth wide, no sound coming out, only a ripple spreading out from markus, dirt and plants being flung every which way, saito being caught with the brunt of the shock wave, it forcing him to block his face in order to avoid losing an eye his gait being forced back shortly before he feels a sharp pain, his head lifting as his teeth are forced to grind against each other before he's launched back, his breath knocked out of him as he tumbles a bit from the blow, the monkey man bouncing on the balls of his feet, letting out a small laugh before making a "come at me" gesture with his forward hand

@Tyki
@thewizardguy
@Snarfulblast

As this squabbling and fighting was going on, what appears to be a flaming viking war-ship sails down from the skies, a short man at the helm.
"AHHHHHH, OUT OF THE WAY!" He yells, as the flaming ship is on a direct course with the garden, with the dwarf not being overly able to divert its course.....

@thewizardguy@supertinyking@tyki

A monkeyman, a frog creature, a dragon, and some kind of death god were all fighting in the garden. Mithias nearly had another portal open, not that he even realized that he was conjuring one, but for the most part, it seemed he was not in danger. Numerous tiny creatures began appearing around him, standing on his limbs and chest. Some of them were very animal like, blinking their bug eyes and waiving their antennae, while others seemed a lot more human-ish, if that were a thing. He tried to ignore them, along with everything else, but the whispering drew his curiosity. He had to listen. He stopped conjuring and listened for any clues this psychotic dream would give him.

As the giant flaming Viking warship broke through the clouds, impending doom upon all life, plant or otherwise, below it, it met with a sudden flash of white light and a sound like the crash of thunder. The sound of wood creaking and splintering followed the terrified screams as the falling ship harshly grinded to a halt in mid air. A brilliant white light emanated from below it like a tiny sun. As the blinding light died down, several pairs of giant wings could be seen striking out from underneath its bow like a giant angel-octopus. The ship was floating in the air, lifted and held by a magnificent angel who redirected it away from the battle and landed it much more softly amid the retreating flowers and trees nearby.

Eclipse, the demigod of justice, light, bravery, and love walked up to the ship he had just put down and waved at the dwarf. "Ahoy hero!" He called out with a fabulous smile. "Disaster averted! Ahaa!" He was in a cheerful mood.

@Wraithblade6
"....Thank you fella, but, may I ask, where the hell am I?" King asks, sorta confused as he watches the chaos from on the side of the ship, him somehow gripping onto the side of it with one hand, when it seems like he really shouldn't be able to. Scratching his beard, he shrugs, and climbs back up.
@Tyki @Snarfulblast@thewizardguy
Taking in a deep breath, as he steers the apperently mystical ship to fly down to the garden, King looks over everyone. "Well, people, it seems to be like everything here is really fucking screwy, and that some of you aren't in yer right homes either. So, if you don't want to be eaten by the flora, or kicked to paste by the fauna, get aboard, and we'll get out of there 'ere nut house!" King calls out, an invitation to get away from the hostile plants and guards of the emperor's garden.