Silvan Haven

The War of the Three

@thewizardguy@Gardevoiran

Saef Harken
Lenuria-Khaine

Apparently Saef had overestimated his ability to make turns sharp enough to avoid the previously demonstrated pinpoint teleportation of his Demonic opponent. Only his reflexive jerk to a giant sword appearing in his face turned what would have been a head on collision into a heavy but glancing blow. The energy field around him flared golden for a second and the energy bar on his HUD warbled as it dropped by a third.

An instant later his own blade was sweeping up, cleaving both the offending weapon and its companion in half. Sturdy and heat resistant they may be but nothing physical was going to stand up to an edge measured in individual photons. But of course that wasn't the end of it. No, the universe had apparently decided that it didn't like the Thaumaturge anymore. So it sent a giant plant...snake...thing, after him. Immediately joined by a school of those undersea monsters his men were facing. Each one doing its best impression of a self propelled aquatic weapon.

He didn't even think they had launched themselves. It almost looked like somebody had thrown them at him. Who throws troops as weapons, who?! Regardless this was not the place to be at the moment. Twisting his body Saef shot out of the way of the plantimal, putting its considerable bulk between himself and the oncoming terrors of the deep.

As he did so he took a quick scan of the battlefield. To say that things had changed would be an understatement. The black fog around the giant beast had grown and was still spilling forth monsters. In lieu of another likely perpetrator he was go going to blame the monster throwing on that. Because whyyyyyyy not. It was also closing in on the center of the city, which seemed a bit odd to him to say the least.

The battle elsewhere was what one normally got in clashes within the Nexus. The platoon of the 1st Mechanized below him were holding their ground but not much else. A misuse of resources to be sure, they wouldn't be of much use against the teleporting Demon and he wasn't sure he wanted to kill the other one at the moment.

"New orders platoon." He said over the formation channel. "Break out and head for the palace. Locate the throne room and slag any hostiles you find there. I'll stay back and give you cover from mister Blood and Fire over here." A round of choruses echoed back from squad leaders. Followed moments later as a series of explosions signalling the beginning of the maneuver.

Their Captain swept back around to the battle in the waters above. Still moving erratically, although at a somewhat slower pace and with more random changes in direction. Globes of light twinkled into life around him as he went. Like living constellations in the dark and cloudy water.

The War of the Three

@KoL

Yeeeeeep, I know. Trying to find the energy to get around to it.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

@Dark Light@Liaison

Feel free to fast travel to the rest of the group so you don't get locked out via horde of ravenous undead.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu@EchoesofOld@Mataus@Ciaran@Normie@Tristwich@SpawnMeme@Kasai Uchiha

Fionn Harken

The air was dank and smelled of death centuries old. Dark magic floated on the winds, whispering in the minds of those who could hear. Hints of deadly power that could topple kingdoms and drive men insane with the snap of a finger.

At least it isn't literally Hell this time. Fionn thought as he stared down the unending staircase. The necromantic energies were so thick here that the sensors in his suit were having a hard time picking anything up. In the case of the darkness before them they were of no more use than his eyes.

He turned to reach for a torch only to stop when he caught sight of figures scattered over the nearby plains. Their dress was eye catchingly bright in comparison to the monochromatic surroundings. The armored mage focused, his helmet reading the electrical surges in his grey matter and zooming in with its digital binoculars. An interesting collection if ever he'd seen one.

A overly enthusiastic boy, a female barbarian that had somehow managed to keep her makeup and pretty clothes in some resemblance of order. An orc with a flintlock rifle. The way he held said weapon hinted at a familiarity with much more advanced weaponry. And the look on his face was more intelligent and less hostile than most examples of the species on Ecetopia. And last but not least was...

"Well now. Looks like we've attracted the attention of the locals." He said quietly. More to himself than his companions.

He was about to activate the loudspeaker functions of his suits and call out when the wind abruptly surged. His head whipped around, likely followed by the other magically sensitive members of the party, towards the obelisk at the center of the wheel of cairns. A surge of energy was building in the huge statue.

Unearthly green energy slowly built within the obsidian confines of the massive construction, screaming figures pounded on what was quickly becoming a window into one of the more unpleasant areas of the afterlife. The cries of the dammed were almost audible, although to the ears or mind none could say. The alien light continued to grow ever brighter. Bright enough that even those with no magical talent could clearly see what was happening. It was almost too bright to look at when, with a sound like a great gong it all exploded outward.

Pure necromantic energy swept out for miles in every direction like some sort of twisted Aurora Borealis. In its wake was a silence even more profound and unnerving than that normally found in the wastes. Not even the wind howled. The land of the dead held a breath none knew it ever had.

Then the moaning starting.

Hands thrust up through the ground. Some looked whole, others were missing scraps of flesh. Other were entirely skeletal. They were quickly joined by arms, than shoulder, heads, torsos. Entries bodies. What had been an open desert was quickly being dotted with walking corpses in various manners of decomposition.

At first they just shambled about. As if trying out their newly resurrected bodies. But as more and more clawed their way from the bone shard sand their gazes turned to the living amongst their ranks. The skeletons were the first to move, nimble and quick without bags of dead flesh holding them down, they charged towards the adventurers.

What had at first been a scattering was quickly turning into a mob. Soon it would be a horde. Above it all a voice rose, urgent in tone and amplified beyond normal human volumes.

"MOVE YOUR ASSES IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!"

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Fionn Harken

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@Kasai Uchiha

I suggest you take a look through here. The profiles for Expanding Horizons have fairly unique setup that helps make sure characters from wildly different settings can be compete on equal footing.

Your characters are going to need to be fit into them and be approved by @Circ before you can use them here.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu@EchoesofOld@Mataus@Ciaran

Fionn Harken

"Aye." The armored man said in response to Rosa's question. His eyes narrowed as he caught sight of Voph's hand on his firearm. They had approached in the open and without weapons. The reaction seemed uncalled for, even out here in the wastes. Hopefully Fionn's answer to the second question might get the twitchy man to relax a bit.

"I am Fionn of the Kindred. With me are the oracle Grug and the wanderer Nakreyya. We came after discovering that Karnarouri was close to breaking out of his seal. I'm glad to have finally met you. Most of my companions are busy evacuating villages and three people are far to few for the task ahead."

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu@EchoesofOld@Mataus@Ciaran

Fionn Harken

It was nice having a person with sharp ears around. It kept one from doing stupid stuff like walking past what was hopefully some much needed help. Fionn turned and followed Nakreyya through the small forest of skeletal grey trees. He couldn't tell if they were dead and had simply been protected by the geography or had somehow found a way to survive in this wasteland. Didn't particularly care which one it was either.

Their path took them out of the riverbed they had landed in. Eventually reaching 'solid' ground and the people they were searching for. It was a trio of heavily armed adventurers from the look of things. Although they didn't posses the familiarity of a well traveled party. Perhaps they had joined together for thus mission in a tavern just outside the wastes.

Or maybe they had all joined that caravan the mage could see a little ways off. No way to know for sure without talking to them of course. Not unless either of his companions were psychics and had failed to mention it.

"Greetings fellow travelers." He called out. His helmet attached to his belt for the moment. "Have you also come to prevent Karnorouri's unsealing? Or has your caravan simply chosen to rest here."

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu@EchoesofOld@Mataus@Ciaran

Fionn Harken-KRS Wandering Guardian

"That's is extremely heartening to hear. I don't suppose you have seen anything else that might be of immediate aid to us?" Fionn said as he picked up what looked like a leather bag full of supplies. A drone had come by to drop it off while Grug was attempting to divine the future. The sound of moaning wind and drifting dust drew his attention as the cargo bay door opened.

The landscape it revealed could only be described as desolate. It was all shades of grey and black and brown. A dessert in name and reality both, any life that had once covered this land long gone. Killed by the necromantic energies released here even before the war that had finished it off for good.

The ship itself had been set down in what used to be a massive river. With the top of the vessel just barely beneath the lip of the sandswept dunes surrounding them. Cloaked or not you didn't take chances when dealing with a threat like this. Fionn squared his shoulders and set off down the ramp, leading the trio out of the riverbed and towards the mountain of corpses and Karnorouri's Pillar.

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu

Fionn Harken-KRS Wandering Guardian

"We are." Came the admission. There was something else in those words. Past the pride at the compliment lay a...sadness or perhaps some bone deep tiredness. "Our technology is advanced, our magic powerful. Back Home our lives are as close to perfect as one can hope for in the mortal realm. A man could live his entire life without raising a finger. His every need seen to by servitor drones. But it comes at a cost."

A sad smile graced his face as he stared at the softly pulsing heart of the ship. "Our lives are perfect, but what of the rest of the galaxy? Wars destroy entire civilizations. Cities comprised of nothing but
slums. Warlords, crime bosses and corrupt politicians destroy what could have been full and happy lives."

He turned to her then with that same sad smile still on his face. "We look at a universe constantly devolving into chaos and misery and find that we can't bear to just stand by and watch. So people like me leave behind perfection. We come out here and do what we can to make the universe a better place. It can get...lonely, at times."

Before he could say more a nearby drone chirped at them, causing the young man to tilt his head as if listening to something. The sadness left his face and was replaced by satisfaction.

"Ah, our destination approaches. We should return to the cargo bay so we don't leave Grug waiting any longer than needed. Oh and I should have told you earlier but if you need any supplies for the trip ahead simply speak your requests aloud and the Guardian will have them waiting for us."

OOC: Group to Rzail.