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It occurs to me now that there might be a wrench or two accidentally thrown into my plan. Kaben, do you have an idea of a theme for Emily as a Keeper? Will you keep a fiery theme?
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Alright. That can be worked with.
I figure that while Viktor is in his epic battle, there won't be much chance for anyone else to interact anyways. After all, who in their right mind would venture out into a useless, empty tundra, and set up a base... Hm...
As I brainstorm endless possibilities for my next few posts with Viktor, I'm wondering if, since Viktor has had no relations or interactions with the other Keepers, he could be assumed to be years, or possibly centuries before the others? Of course this would simply further the complications of the massive upcoming battle, but also give it that extra 'ooomph'. Also, this would make the Ripper meteor obsolete, but that would be easy enough to edit out, as I have also refrained from interacting too much with that, and I can add it in when my Keeper reaches current times, after about a thousand plot twists and turns that bring us to the current times.

I'd prefer to keep direct reasoning a secret until posted in the epic poem in the works, but should further information be a deal breaker, I could personally PM one of you.
Speaking of adding huge chunks of lore, is anyone doing/has done anything with the volcanic island to the North-West of the tundra?
The new construct had been finished long ago, but Viktor had been forced to have it wait outside until repairs on the wall had been finished. The beast was his largest yet, almost matching the Keepers own stature. About as tall as five men, and three times as much across, a first glance might have the monster be mistaken for a lonesome brick wall, three feet thick. Any attentive look would reveal the glowing runes inscribed, and the pulsating flesh that spilled out, dripping out from holes in the wall, and cracks in the brick. Various appendages and features stuck out from these patches of meat. Glowing eyes, mouths brimming with razor sharp teeth, and arms anywhere from normal size, to twenty feet long, each with a varying number of joints, each bending in a sickening way. The back of the terrifying structure was lined with vulnerable flesh, and dozens of organs. Countless tiny bone legs lined the base of the creature, giving it the painfully slow locomotion that it had.

Despite this new constructs considerably massive size, in comparison to the average men, Viktor had held back in the scale of this beast. With no real way to get large creatures out of the laboratory, he had to make sure it could fit through the broken wall, which he did, perfectly. The beast let out brutal wails, a thousand voices screaming at once. It wasn't a fan of the cold, it appeared. Perhaps Viktor cared, even just a slight bit, for the discomfort of his newest child, there was no time. If Viktor were to keep the element of surprise on his side, the attack on Altearx would need to be mounted quickly.

But still, his army was small, and it would take no small amounts of ingenuity to lead his army to victory against the considerable might of their icy fortress. But still, like any others, they would fall before his might, just like those before, and any else who found themselves in his path. The Keeper then turned his attention to his minions, eagerly awaiting his next orders. The wall had been rebuilt, and the walls continued down fifteen feet beneath him, leaving only his work area, the bridge to said work area, and the pedestal upon which the meteor rested. Even as they worked, the destructive magic had been slowly eating away at the pillar, driving it deeper and deeper down into the depths. Orders flowing directly into the minds of the poor husks, they began work again, making the Oubliette go down far deeper. With none distracted now, fixing up the walls, the process would go much farther. Viktor was glad for the lesser intelligence of these souls. Otherwise, they may have noticed that they were not building a way back up from the dark depths. In addition to making the pit deeper, he was having them build a large tunnel, in order to move his more massive creations out into the battle.

Viktor personally focused on more important matters. While some of his arms moved furiously, stitching together more of his Broken bBeasts, his mind wandered, other arms drawing up blueprints, and making small scale bursts of magic. While experimenting, he threw an off glance at the meteor. Ever since he had denied the help, he had regretted it. Whatever it was, it was powerful. Perhaps he would later speak again with it. That got him thinking. Why had he kept the thing? He had told himself that it was for experimentation, but he couldn't really believe that. Otherwise, he certainly would've used it in his creations. Angry with himself for not knowing the answers, he diverted his focus from the alien object. He wouldn't look back there for a long while, that was a fact.

Without any hesitation, Achilles stepped onto the craft, strapping himself into a seat closest to the back. Though hardly an advantage, this put him that much closer to the hatch, allowing for a quicker escape, should he need to bail at any given moment. He sincerely hoped that no one would place themselves next to him, especially not one of the monks. Though the most commonly seen rivalry was between the Knights and Ascendants, Achilles broke the pattern. He detested their practices, and their bragging of 'freedom'. While soaring through the sky was an impressive feat, it was nothing in comparison to what the Void and Sun could bring you. This never affected him personally, but he always knew, no matter how they bragged, they would be his inferiors.

He looked around the craft, his gaze momentarily straying on the other Ascendant, sitting a few seats away from him. He had never met the boy, personally, nor had he heard of him. Achilles reflected briefly on what his question had been. The phrasing had intoned that he was partial to stealth, though he wasn't quite sure. That would be good. Have the Ascendants run stealth, blend in with the crowds. Then they could gather unbiased information on the citizens opinions, as suggested, and avoid the drama and hate that followed Ascendants.

Yes, it was almost certain that Ascendants would get the brunt of any negative talk, which could dim the rest of the heroes. Especially if the Orsim are causing their problems. He thought to himself, remembering how so many connect the Ascendants to those poor lost Orsim.

Achilles turned away from those thoughts, before looking to the cockpit. Was there a trained pilot in there already, or would one of the heroes have to take control? He hated the flying craft enough already, having it be piloted by someone with little experience wouldn't help his doubts. He knew for a fact he himself couldn't come close to piloting such a complex machine. So, he stared out into the hangar, where the rest still stood. With his mask off, Achilles was almost intimidating. Even with his curt smile, the hollow black eyes of his struck deep, the endless void not something one should stare into.
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Any dolt with half a brain would've seen that Emily wished to buy time with her innocent compliance. Ifrit was no such creature. He hadn't even understood half of the words he had spoken in the speech, but he had remembered his father, the Infernal King, working the words into his mind. Surely enough, they used to work, long ago. But that was on droves of weak peasants, cowardly kings, and knights of an army slain before their eyes moments before. They had all bowed, and Ifrit thought that this was no different.

When the ground opened up to swallow him, Ifrit scrabbled to get a hand hold, something to keep him afloat, all for naught. His claws ripped the stone down with him, into the cavern, barely large enough for his monstrous body. Instantly, he thought of his tiny stone prison, the granite grip that had held him for so many centuries. Before he could panic, he realized that there would need to be significant magic runes to hold his might- otherwise, it would simply be a matter of time for him to escape. This brightened his spirits greatly, and he began to slam a massive shoulder against the stony wall, mustering all of his force. Of course, all of his hope was dashed as the dozens of runes lit the area up.

The old Ifrit would endlessly struggle to break the seal, until his body was broken. This was not the old Ifrit. It had been a clear mistake to take this wraiths offer for power. The disgusting monster of shadow and blood had led him to near death in his charge on Paterdomus, and surely wouldn't think twice about rescuing the minion that, despite being a useful wall of meat to throw at enemies, was expendable.

Despair and self-loathing brought these hateful thoughts into his mind, and before he could rethink them, his world was gone. Ears filled with an endless ringing, and eyes filled with a bright light, Ifrit found himself disoriented, and unable to move. He attempted to sniff the air, but was met only with the scent of blood. Not that of his enemies- this was an unfamiliar scent. After a moment, the beast realized- This blood was his own. What would dare approach one as powerful as Ifrit, and make him bleed, not simply finish the job.

Soon, the world came back to Ifrit, and he managed to get on his feet, legs shuddering beneath him. He found himself back on the battlefield, launched by the sheer force of the explosion. Embedded deep within his flesh was a thousand pieces of razor sharp stone. There were many massive gashes across his hide, and he could feel plenty of broken bones inside. Ifrit was almost unrecognizable now, as he was completely drenched in the thick oily blood he exuded.

He almost instantly spotted Emily, and could focus on nothing else. Nothing would sway him from this target, short of his own death. This puny magic flinger had gone far across the line of mercy. Ifrit took slow steps, each lurching movement seeming to shake the ground. Though primarily used to be intimidating, Ifrit also felt sharp pains from within his front left leg, and did not wish to test how far he could get with it.

He approached within a few feet of the young sorceress. He growled, baring rows of jagged teeth, snapping as he got closer. The beast reared back, letting out a mighty roar. Before he could slam his claws down upon the woman, the storm struck, with impeccable timing. A burst of lightning hit him, followed by another much larger blast of electricity. This was enough to bring Ifrit down, possibly for good. Unable to stand, the monster fell to the ground, body smoking much more than usual. His bloody face laid mere inches from the one who had defeated him, and it was humiliating for him. Though Ifrit was far from dead, he was certainly out of commission for now. One last unearthly wail echoed around him, before he slipped into a deep slumber.
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