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@Asuras Just for future reference, would it be alright if Mathias had some magical weaponry that he could make that was more than enchanted gun since he's probably seen and dealt with those kinds of weapons in the past? Nothing too crazy yet mind you.
@Asuras Just for future reference, would it be alright if Mathias had some magical weaponry that he could make that was more than enchanted gun since he's probably seen and dealt with those kinds of weapons in the past? Nothing too crazy yet mind you.
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"Dammit," Mathias grunted to himself as he witnessed that Rafael and Emma's endeavor to damage the incorporeal creature. It was a pointless endeavor to even attack it; they were only hitting air. Mathias' mind raced, going over every possible scenario on how to solidify the damned thing.
To give an intangible concept form one must impose their will on it, to inject an idea into something's being to force it into being. It was a task that he had done so many times, but something was wrong. Something was shielding it, preventing it from being tethered to give it form. Every thought every mental image was twisted, morphed until it was nothing, but meaningless, intangible obscurities much like the manifestation that they were combatting.
Before Mathias could even relay to his team what was going on, groaning sound echoed through the City followed by the sensation that his gut was being twisted. "What in the hell is going on now?" He stepped back and watched as the City tore itself apart from the ground to the sky above, cracks branching out like webs. Then two people, whether they fell from the sky or came from the earth, suddenly just appeared unceremoniously. A boy with glasses and someone wearing a gasmask hacking her lungs out on the pavement.
His gun was trained on the two suspicious individuals, his eyes focused on them with deadly precision though quickly lowered his weapon. They weren't the threat; they were probably just some unsuspecting mages that got spat out from wherever in the Dark City they were from. If they could even remotely call it the Dark City anymore.
This was completely unrecognizable from the city he was used to. The geometry of the city made no sense, clipping and then twisting as if the Dark City was converging into this very spot as if this was the hotbed of something being born. However, there was only one question going through his mind: if the Dark City was empowered by the shared collective consciousness, then what in the world was happening to the people in the Realspace.
However, there was not time to think deeply on that question. From one of the unnatural tunnels, he heard footstep and turned his gaze towards it. From it emerged two women though before he could say anything, heard a deep growl rumble from above. Mathias' eyes trailed upwards to the side of building. Black shimmering in and out of existence, fangs of knives and eyes of malice. Was that the beast? Why did it suddenly become partially tangible right now? Because of what just happened?
There was no time to think about it; the beast dove down and crashed upon the facsimile of the street, its eyes taking shape and had their sights on them. "Talk later. Kill the bastard," Mathias said with an abrupt gruffness.
His eyes flashed with hexagonal shapes of yellow energy flowing into another and then slammed his hand onto the street, the asphalt crackled with yellow energy before it erupted in a wave of spikes to crash down and pierce whatever actualized form the wolf had.
"Dammit," Mathias grunted to himself as he witnessed that Rafael and Emma's endeavor to damage the incorporeal creature. It was a pointless endeavor to even attack it; they were only hitting air. Mathias' mind raced, going over every possible scenario on how to solidify the damned thing.
To give an intangible concept form one must impose their will on it, to inject an idea into something's being to force it into being. It was a task that he had done so many times, but something was wrong. Something was shielding it, preventing it from being tethered to give it form. Every thought every mental image was twisted, morphed until it was nothing, but meaningless, intangible obscurities much like the manifestation that they were combatting.
Before Mathias could even relay to his team what was going on, groaning sound echoed through the City followed by the sensation that his gut was being twisted. "What in the hell is going on now?" He stepped back and watched as the City tore itself apart from the ground to the sky above, cracks branching out like webs. Then two people, whether they fell from the sky or came from the earth, suddenly just appeared unceremoniously. A boy with glasses and someone wearing a gasmask hacking her lungs out on the pavement.
His gun was trained on the two suspicious individuals, his eyes focused on them with deadly precision though quickly lowered his weapon. They weren't the threat; they were probably just some unsuspecting mages that got spat out from wherever in the Dark City they were from. If they could even remotely call it the Dark City anymore.
This was completely unrecognizable from the city he was used to. The geometry of the city made no sense, clipping and then twisting as if the Dark City was converging into this very spot as if this was the hotbed of something being born. However, there was only one question going through his mind: if the Dark City was empowered by the shared collective consciousness, then what in the world was happening to the people in the Realspace.
However, there was not time to think deeply on that question. From one of the unnatural tunnels, he heard footstep and turned his gaze towards it. From it emerged two women though before he could say anything, heard a deep growl rumble from above. Mathias' eyes trailed upwards to the side of building. Black shimmering in and out of existence, fangs of knives and eyes of malice. Was that the beast? Why did it suddenly become partially tangible right now? Because of what just happened?
There was no time to think about it; the beast dove down and crashed upon the facsimile of the street, its eyes taking shape and had their sights on them. "Talk later. Kill the bastard," Mathias said with an abrupt gruffness.
His eyes flashed with hexagonal shapes of yellow energy flowing into another and then slammed his hand onto the street, the asphalt crackled with yellow energy before it erupted in a wave of spikes to crash down and pierce whatever actualized form the wolf had.
Working on a post! Will try to get it up either tonight or tomorrow night.
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Aw he's all worried about my girl! So sweet
I think I'd be concerned if no one was worried if they saw her.
Did a quick post.
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"Oh tell me this riddle what beats pipe and fiddle, what's hotter that mustard and milder than cream!" Footsteps bounced against the earth in a steady rhythm, the clinking and shuffle of a backpack against a scabbard sword, and the gentle singing of a dwarf with a smile on his face as he trudged through the shaded woods of the Springwood Forest. Where exactly was he going he had no clue, but that made it all the more exciting! It was adventure, a search for the cause of that vague aching pulling him towards the unknown! Things to learn, people to meet, places to see, and of course ingredients, sweet precious ingredients.
"So stick to the cratur the best thing in nature for sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys!" Up and up the dwarf went; the forest slowly began to thin out until he stood upon an open clearing, an open plain descending into a valley. A gentle breeze brushed through his messily tied hair as the smile evolved into a toothy grin. He could feel it, he was near. That hamlet as small as a pinprick was what he was calling him. They said that he was crazy, that there was nothing out there worth looking for, but lo and behold there was beyond the capitals of kingdoms great and small.
With nothing else left to do, the dwarf made his descent through the vale. "Oh, Lord, it's no wonder if lightnin' and thunder were made from the plunder of- What in Great Mother Mountain's beard is that?" Off in the distance he could see it, there was an honest to God ship in the sky above the hamlet. Now, he was a man born from the heart of the mountain so one would have to forgive him for him his shock. Did he loosely know that there were islands in the sky and specialized ships were made for travel? Yes, but this was the first time he had ever seen one. Can't be that safe considering something fell from it... Was that a person?
Was that thing falling from the airship a person?! The dwarf's eyes widened as he watched the rapid descent of the skydiver. "Sky dwellers are daft," he exasperatedly said. His feet belonged naturally on terra firma thank you very much.
Still, what a sight to behold. "Hah, I guess I'm not the only one then," he mused to himself before he continued heading downwards towards the hamlet. However, before he did that he looked back at where he came from and stared silently before nodding to himself and went on his way.
--- Near the northern edge of the settlement ---
It was strange. Every building that he had seen sparsely spaced about in the vale was decrepit and looked like they were on their last legs, if they even had legs to stand on. Were people actually living in this place? Why was he drawn to it so strongly? Oddly enough though, he felt like he was never in any danger. It was just simply odd.
As the dwarf made his way through, for the first time he the faces of people for the first time in what felt like ages.
"Hello there! Are you from around here?" He greeted them with a wave. One was a fellow dwarf with her caramel skin, wearing some interesting head gear. At least he thought it was head gear. Then there was the blonde elf dressed in fine garb... She looked like she had seen better days. The elf looked like she had been chewed up by the forest and spat out because of the salt of her tears, if the tear stains were anything to go by.
"...Are you okay, miss?" He asked tentatively unsure if he should just walk by and save her the dignity of not acknowledging the complete mess that she was.
I could've sworn that there was a map or something that indicated the biomes surrounding the hamlet. I'm not imagining it, am I?
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