King Cosmos

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

This was… a lot of information to take in all at once.

It seemed that all of the times Oberon had cast his Shield spell had paid off, both in terms of the skill itself and his own overall progression. The stronger variant of the Shield spell seemed to behave exactly like he would expect at first glance, though it seemed to have a duration which the weaker version lacked and it sounded like it worked through purely magical means rather than by affecting the target durability. In fact, in spite of the fact that this spell came about through continual use of the Shield spell, Shield II seemed to be a different spell entirely, albeit with a similar end result.

But the most interesting thing was the levelling up. He shouldn’t be surprised, this world kept showing him more and more video game related aspects so why now a full blown level up screen as well; he even had skill points to spend, whatever that meant. It even listed out all of his current skills, though a number of them seemed to be too low level to be active at the moment.

A large number of them were mental in nature; meditation, focus and various analysis skills. It wasn’t surprising given how inside his own head he had been this whole time. ‘Lesser Status Heal’ probably came about from his attempts to cure his migraine last night and the ‘Mental Resistance’ was most likely the result of his attempts to break the forth wall of reality.

A sudden outburst of shouting from all corners broke Oberon’s concentration; Orochi, Digbie and Mourningstar were all yelling in turn, rushing into action against something. It wasn’t hard to see what as the largest rat Oberon had ever seen came running towards them, or Digbie specifically, only to be greeted with multiple Mana Shots and the stone spike the Goblin carried.

“Digbie, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Beside him, Mourningstar said something about a new plan. It was hard to hear exactly what over everything else and it took a moment for Oberon to even recognise that the voice was coming from the Wisp with how different it sounded. With one last parting shot their fearless, for better or worse, leader flew off in the direction of the bonfire, shouting in her usual tone for help from any humans around.

“Hey, don’t just fly off by yourself! We just talked about this!”

Oberon took off as well, chasing after the Wisp as she flew away. He hoped Digbie and Orochi would be okay against the rat by themselves, he was a little worried about leaving them to fend for themselves against the aggressive creature, but Mourningstar running off by herself seemed like the bigger problem right now.

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Digimon: Into the Digital Age

@Burning Kitty

It's an original Digimon, which is why I went into detail about his appearance.

Digimon: Into the Digital Age

“Leomon, you bast-gah!” Maildramon’s curse was cut short as Leomon’s attack drove him into the ground, the horse-like Digimon’s legs buckling and his torso slamming into the ground as a crater formed underneath him and a web of cracks spread out across the rooftop.

The ‘Fist of the Beast King” attack left a horrible mark on Maildramon’s neck, almost like a burn, iwht blackened and melted metal warping to form a large dent. For a few seconds Maildramon lay still, beaten but not dead as his laboured breathing could still be heard. Slowly, the Champion Digimon managed to pull his legs underneath him and tried to push himself up; his legs trembled and his body shifted slightly, but he no longer had the strength to rise.

“You may be strong, Leomon… but I will not… be defeated like this. Yes, I will not lose… to a Lion… who allows himself to be turned… into a pet… but some human brat!” With a renewed effort Maildramon began to rise, his shaky legs lifting his body from the crater slowly, though it looked as if it took all of his strength just to manage that. Surely he couldn’t fight anymore.

“You will all lose in the end. You will all die. War never prepared you for what’s coming! When he gets involved…”

“I think that’s quite enough Maildramon.” The Champion Digimon froze, even his trembling ceasing, as he heard the voice. Everything was quite in the wake of the mysterious voice and even though his helmet hid his face Maildramon’s shock was evident. Slowly, the armoured Digimon craned his head up to look at something in the air above him.

Hovering in the air, some hundred feet above the building they stood on, a humanoid figure watched them all through an impassive metal mask.

“CyberAngemon.”

A being of both flesh and machine, the humanoid had an almost angelic appearance that was marred by several cybernetic components. His right leg below the hip was entirely made of metal, as was his left arm and shoulder; in fact metal stretched to cover the entirely upper left portion of his torso all the way to his sternum and to the base of his ribcage. Three angelic wings extended from his back on the right hand side, while on his left three wings made of gleaming metal and veins of glowing green light hovered behind him, separate from his body. A metal mask covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his mouth exposed, and if any of the Digidestined were able to get a closer look they would see that the mask was scarred, marked by a line which suggested the mask had been cracked over the left eye and poorly welded back together.

“That’s enough. You’ve said too much, and frankly this whole display is unseemly.”

CyberAngemon’s masked face turned as he examined each of the roofs occupants one at a time; it was hard to determine his mood with half of his face obscured, but the sneer on his lips suggested he was upset, even disgusted by what he saw.

“Leave, Maildramon, if you can still manage that much. Your part in this is done; the task of dealing with the Digidestined has been left to me now.”

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Oberon followed after Mourningstar as she led their little group towards the bonfire, his mind still preoccupied with the results of his last bit of experimentation. The combination of Mana Shot and Shield hadn’t worked nearly how he had expected, but if anything the result was more interesting that what he had been trying to achieve; the ability to create a free standing forcefield, even just in the form of a spherical barrier, would be quite useful if he could turn it into a spell. He would have to try again later and see what he could come up with, plus he had more ideas on how to potentially improve his Mana Shot, not to mention working towards creating an improved healing spell and playing around more with the system messages and menus he had found earlier…

Oberon stopped just before running into the back of Digbie and looked up to find that the group had stopped for some reason. Ahead of them he could now see the flames of the bonfire first hand, though he had seen its illumination from his crevice even if he didn’t know what it was. According to Mourningstar it was a place of congregation for a number of the monsters that dwelled in the cave, making it an ideal place to find others and a questionable place to hunt.

Currently, Mourningstar was hovering in front of them while waving a mana crystal in front of her like a baton, or at least that’s what he thought she was doing, and laying out her plan of action. As he’d kind of feared and expected, the plan wasn’t exactly awe inspiring and the whole thing gave Oberon pause for concern. In the Wisps defence there wasn’t necessarily anything wrong with the plan, finding any other people from Earth and having backup waiting in the wings should anything go wrong, but the execution seemed overly ambitious, rushed and presumptuous. Luckily she was asking for their input, though he wasn’t sure how well she would take it.

As he thought about what he was going to say Oberon cast a shield spell on Mourningstar as instructed. Casting the spell in addition to his earlier efforts depleted his mana reserves, prompting a system message to appear, so he popped one of the mana crystals he was holding to replenish his MP.

As he did so Orochi stepped forward and raised a valid point about the number of Goblins around the bonfire, which was one of the main concerns he himself had, because it didn’t sound like Mourningstar was taking that into account.

“Yeah, ok. I have several things to add to that. Firstly, are you sure you want to go out there alone? I could go with you; I could back you up, add another voice to your speech. It might help to show whoever's down there that you aren’t alone; both so that people don’t think it’s just you they are joining up with and also to deter anyone from attacking you.” Also, he didn’t want to say it but the Wisp didn’t exactly give the best first impression. If she was going to try and ‘recruit’ people in her usual grand fashion it could do more harm than good.

With his mana replenished Oberon turned and also cast a Shield on Digbie and Orochi; hopefully they wouldn’t need it but it wouldn’t hurt to make sure everyone was protected. He began to cast a Shield on himself as well, only to hesitate as he remembered his newly upgraded Magic Analysis skill; as he cast a Shield around himself he made sure to look down as he pressed a hand to his chest, trying to observe the way the mana behaved as the spell activated.

“Before we do anything though, I think we should take a look and see just how many Goblins or other monsters are around the bonfire. If there are too many we should just forget about this whole plan. We might be smarter than the average monster around here and maybe stronger as well, but let’s not get too overconfident.”

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D-CLASS

None of what he had just heard sounded good to Jeremy. On paper it didn’t sound too bad, just a simple janitorial job albeit one that sounded pretty messy and unpleasant; what he didn’t like was the fact that it sounded like they were cleaning out the cage of some dangerous animal at the zoo.

Or maybe something other than an animal. What the hell was behind that door that would leave them alone so long as they made eye contact with it, but would endanger their lives if they looked away or even blinked? He didn’t like the way they kept describing it as an ‘entity’; that made it sound like an alien or something.

Jeremy turned to face Ryan, who was eyeing the door warily. “I’m guessing this is the kind of situation where if I ask questions I won’t get answers? Whatever, let’s just get on with this.”

The other member of their group, the guy who had told them to be good little prisoners back in the cafeteria, grabbed the cleaning supplies and the three of them were let into the room. The smell hit them immediately and Jeremy soon found himself covering his mouth and nose with his hands against the odour; reddish brown sludge coated much of the floor in a thin layer and filled the air with a stench that was a mixture of shit and a tangy, rusty smell.

Once inside, it wasn’t difficult to spot the thing they were supposed to keep an eye on. “What the hell is that thing? Is that a statue?”

@Redmon@Stekkmen

Digimon: Into the Digital Age

Sorry for the delay guys. I have been having some computer trouble the past few days and haven't been in a position to post.

I will get something up in the next couple of days; if I could just ask people not to post anything else related to the fight for now, I have enough information to work with to finish this off.

Great Power... As well as Giant Robots.

@Skinner35 would it cause too many issues to have my character fight the Walking Island by himself? Would you prefer if I had him join the main group?

D-CLASS

@Stekkmen sorry for the delay, I'm having some computer trouble at the moment. I'll try and post something tomorrow.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Well, that had been… a lot easier than he had expected, honestly. By the time he had finished practising two new messages had appeared in Oberon’s mind; the first was an upgraded version of his magical analysis skill, which meant he was going to have to take a look at his spells again later and see if he could find out anything useful. The description for the skill also suggested that the ability could be used to analyse things other than spells, such as creatures or materials if they were magically inclined; this was something he already could have guessed from the way it had analysed Mourningstar last night, but it was something he was going to have to remember so that he could experiment with it later.

What was interesting was that the skill had increased in level despite the fact that he wasn’t using it to observe anything new. Maybe it had been passively active the entire time he was working on his new skill, which would have accounted for its fast growth and might have had something to do with the fast development of the new spell. This also suggested that actually thinking about what you were analysing was better for the skill’s growth than just looking at things and seeing what the skill told you.

The second message was a new skill, Mana Shot, which sounded an awful lot like the magic missile he had seen Wisps firing off and exactly like what he was looking for. He now had a basic offensive spell and something he could use as a jumping off point for much more experimentation later. In fact, there was something he wanted to try right now.

Oberon was broken out of his musings as Mourningstar spoke again, this time to suggest that they head towards a large bonfire where a lot of creatures gathered in order to hunt. Putting aside the fact that killing and eating creature that might resemble one of their group members made him extraordinarily queasy, there was something else about this plan that bothered him. “Shouldn’t we pick something a little more isolated to attack? We’re looking for breakfast, not trying to start a war. We can check out the bonfire later, it sounds interesting and we might find others like us, but we shouldn’t push our luck trying to attack a whole gathering like that.”

Turning back to his experimentation, Oberon raised his hands again and held them slightly apart. “Anyway, let’s see what the others think.”

He was interested to see if he could cast a Shield on a Mana Shot before firing it and if the magical enhancement would do anything to strengthen the spell. He formed another Mana Shot between his hands, the act being a lot easier now that he had the skill to draw on, and just before the moment he felt it would leap from his fingers he tried to quickly cast a Shield spell on the ball of magic.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Jacob, or maybe he should start thinking of himself as ‘Oberon’ slowly came around to consciousness. He felt groggy and lethargic, like he had been asleep for far too long, and when he looked around their little save he saw that he was indeed the last one to awaken. He also saw that their little cave was not so little anymore; it appeared that Digbie had been working away industriously to expand their living space while he was still sleeping.

Leaving the Goblin to his work Oberon walked out into the slightly large space of the crevice, where Mourningstar was once again working with her mana to create something; her efforts seemed to be producing some improved results compared to yesterday as he could see that whatever she was making had a more defined shape this time around. Whatever it was though it didn’t seem to be a new spell just yet, though his Magical Analysis did show that she had created a new skill called Mana Shape.

It seemed like everyone was working on something and it made him feel anxious. He had been practising like that yesterday, up until the Slime had attacked him and everyone showed up and he’d kind of lost track of things. It was probably time for him to start working on something himself and right now he couldn’t think of a better place to start than by trying to copy what Mourningstar was working on.

Sitting down on the ground outside their little cave within a cave, Oberon held his hands out in front of him and started to focus. He tried to bring forth some of his magical power, but without putting that power into one of his two spells; neither of his spells were quite like the magic missiles he had seen the Wisps use. Neither Minor Heal nor Shield they didn’t work by projecting something at the target, they just kind of did their thing without him ever really seeing the mana; an instant cast time. It meant he didn’t really have any basis to work with for this spell or anything like what he wanted to do, which was basically to create a ranged projectile like the Wisps had so he wouldn’t be completely helpless should he end up fighting something alone.

He wanted to start by just producing some mana first, shaping it into a ball, and then throwing that ball at something. After that, he had a couple of ideas.

Eventually, Mourningstar stopped practising and announced that they should find some food. Oberon stood, though he didn’t stop his own practise and turned back to shout into the small cave behind him. “Hey, Digbie. We’re going to go find some food.”

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