Just popping in to say that yes, I'm still interested. Minimum three days to a post is doable especially on Discord. Still need to read up on the relevant mechanics but I'll do that over the next few days.
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@KoL
Saef had to admit, this place was beautiful. Fields of lilies spread out to either side of the path he traversed. The light of the silver moon overhead caught on the white petals of the flowers and turned the entire field into a scene of natural wonder that took his breath away. It was a reassuring feeling, knowing that there were still things that could do that to him.
At the end of the path sat his destination. An unassuming looking observatory at the edge of a cliff. As the thaumaturge got closer he could make out mystical symbols carved or inlaid into the outer walls. The building possessed a definite Heavenly theme to it but for the most part it was just an observatory, much the same as those he might have found back home before the war.
It added to his ever increasing curiosity about the owner. Lots of people knew about her. She was even pretty popular with many of the younger angels and celestial beings. Not many of her fans seemed to actually know her though. The few older beings he could get to talk to him hinted that there was more to the Stargazer than met the eye but wouldn't say anything more on the subject. Turns out being an upstart human who used copious amounts of technology wasn't the best way to make friends with the brass in the exalted, gilded, and highly stagnant halls of Celestia.
All the hints and teasing bits of information had engaged his curiosity like a high powered electromagnet. He couldn't bear not knowing anything like this. Not even in the almost completely unknown universe of the Nexus. So here he was, without his armor and walking along a starlit path in search of answers.
His boots thumped softly on stone as he made his way up the stairs at the front of the building. At the top he paused a moment. This place shone with as much magic as any major location he'd seen thus far. Whoever Ciel was she was definitely more than a simple stargazer.
But you already knew that didn't you.
With a shake of his head he steeled his nerves and crossed the final few steps to the door of the observatory. Saef raised a hand and gave the fish shaped door knocker three solid thuds.
Saef Harken-Ciel's Observatory
Saef had to admit, this place was beautiful. Fields of lilies spread out to either side of the path he traversed. The light of the silver moon overhead caught on the white petals of the flowers and turned the entire field into a scene of natural wonder that took his breath away. It was a reassuring feeling, knowing that there were still things that could do that to him.
At the end of the path sat his destination. An unassuming looking observatory at the edge of a cliff. As the thaumaturge got closer he could make out mystical symbols carved or inlaid into the outer walls. The building possessed a definite Heavenly theme to it but for the most part it was just an observatory, much the same as those he might have found back home before the war.
It added to his ever increasing curiosity about the owner. Lots of people knew about her. She was even pretty popular with many of the younger angels and celestial beings. Not many of her fans seemed to actually know her though. The few older beings he could get to talk to him hinted that there was more to the Stargazer than met the eye but wouldn't say anything more on the subject. Turns out being an upstart human who used copious amounts of technology wasn't the best way to make friends with the brass in the exalted, gilded, and highly stagnant halls of Celestia.
All the hints and teasing bits of information had engaged his curiosity like a high powered electromagnet. He couldn't bear not knowing anything like this. Not even in the almost completely unknown universe of the Nexus. So here he was, without his armor and walking along a starlit path in search of answers.
His boots thumped softly on stone as he made his way up the stairs at the front of the building. At the top he paused a moment. This place shone with as much magic as any major location he'd seen thus far. Whoever Ciel was she was definitely more than a simple stargazer.
But you already knew that didn't you.
With a shake of his head he steeled his nerves and crossed the final few steps to the door of the observatory. Saef raised a hand and gave the fish shaped door knocker three solid thuds.
@EchoesofOld@Mataus@Ciaran@Tristwich@SpawnMeme@Dark Light@Liaison
His breath was starting to come in ragged gasps now. The mage's magical reserves getting far too close to empty for his liking. It was all he could do to grunt in acknowledgement as Traveler rushed past him to rescue on of the two people remaining in the undead covered plains before them. Plains that were starting to overflow with the risen dead. Those on the outskirts of the horde being pushed into the surrounding wastelands to make room for the animated corpses still pulling themselves from the ground.
"Dwarf!" He shouted over the cries of battle. "We have thirty seconds before I have to fall back and collapse the cairn over the staircase. You need to go get the other guy out there before that happens."
It wasn't exactly the politest way to do things but he had neither the time nor the energy to care. As it was it took all he had just to keep enough light flying to clear the undead around them. Introductions and polite discourse could wait until they all had a moment to breath.
@CoyoteLovely
Nakreyya's keen eye did in fact notice a few traps on the door. Anti-tampering mechanisms that would lock down the mechanisms or slag them closed if they detected anybody messing with the lock. They didn't look perfect however. The highborn elf could already notice a few gaps that a clever mechanic might be able to work some magic.
@Hekazu@Kasai Uchiha@Normie
Perhaps smashing the masterful carvings of an absurdly arrogant race of dwarves in one of their hidden and magically sealed back entrances was not such a good idea. Green light spilled from the cracked section of the wall, helpfully aiding Nakreyya's own light in illuminating the chamber. The sickly glow falling upon three of the alcoves, revealing what Ivan had previously discovered in his search of the room.
Three black and rusting suits of armor stood motionless in the carved out sections of rock. Their plate seemed to absorb the green glow like black holes. Almost visibly sucking in the necrotic energy as most of the people in room looked elsewhere. There was no sound to the strangely beautiful sight, there was no need for it.
Sparks grew in the depths of abyss-like helms. Three sets of emerald eyes now scanning the chamber before them
Fionn Harken-Aboveground
His breath was starting to come in ragged gasps now. The mage's magical reserves getting far too close to empty for his liking. It was all he could do to grunt in acknowledgement as Traveler rushed past him to rescue on of the two people remaining in the undead covered plains before them. Plains that were starting to overflow with the risen dead. Those on the outskirts of the horde being pushed into the surrounding wastelands to make room for the animated corpses still pulling themselves from the ground.
"Dwarf!" He shouted over the cries of battle. "We have thirty seconds before I have to fall back and collapse the cairn over the staircase. You need to go get the other guy out there before that happens."
It wasn't exactly the politest way to do things but he had neither the time nor the energy to care. As it was it took all he had just to keep enough light flying to clear the undead around them. Introductions and polite discourse could wait until they all had a moment to breath.
Underground
@CoyoteLovely
Nakreyya's keen eye did in fact notice a few traps on the door. Anti-tampering mechanisms that would lock down the mechanisms or slag them closed if they detected anybody messing with the lock. They didn't look perfect however. The highborn elf could already notice a few gaps that a clever mechanic might be able to work some magic.
@Hekazu@Kasai Uchiha@Normie
Perhaps smashing the masterful carvings of an absurdly arrogant race of dwarves in one of their hidden and magically sealed back entrances was not such a good idea. Green light spilled from the cracked section of the wall, helpfully aiding Nakreyya's own light in illuminating the chamber. The sickly glow falling upon three of the alcoves, revealing what Ivan had previously discovered in his search of the room.
Three black and rusting suits of armor stood motionless in the carved out sections of rock. Their plate seemed to absorb the green glow like black holes. Almost visibly sucking in the necrotic energy as most of the people in room looked elsewhere. There was no sound to the strangely beautiful sight, there was no need for it.
Sparks grew in the depths of abyss-like helms. Three sets of emerald eyes now scanning the chamber before them
@SIGINT
Critical points are supposed to be places you don’t want destroyed or captured. The Second Sun seems like something you very much want destroyed.
Critical points are supposed to be places you don’t want destroyed or captured. The Second Sun seems like something you very much want destroyed.
@Crimmy@Write@Lucius Cypher@Azereiah@Guess Who@Ryonara@Abillioncats@Ayazi
Everyone had to be off the boat by now. If not they had better know how to swim because Beryl was done holding what felt like the entire ocean out of the ship's hold. It would drain her aura to unacceptable levels if she kept going. So with a sigh she released both her semblance and her stance, allowing her arms to fall to her sides as she took several deep breaths.
Grabbing an emergency medical kit off a nearby wall the young Faunus clipped the plastic box to a belt loop and dashed for the nearest rent in the hull. The jet of water reversed course just as she reached it, sucking her out of the ship and into the ocean beyond. As she swept out and started circling the ship her extra senses reached out to encompasses the immediate area of conflict.
The water held significantly less Grimm than she had expected considering how many had been ripping into the ship earlier. Her teammates had been busy while she wasn't looking. Of course less Grimm wasn't the same as no Grimm. A smattering of black and white shapes also circled the ship. Their forms monstrous versions of various aquatic animals. Perhaps ten all told.
With a savage grin Beryl sped toward the closest beast.
For those watching the surface of the ocean, it almost looked like a string of squids had been startled. Sections of the deep turned extra dark for several moments. No further Grimm leapt to attack the group. It was quiet for a few seconds before a black haired head broke the surface near the lifeboats.
"Come on! This place could spawn more Grimm any moment now!"
Beacon Academy-Survival Class-Beryl Harken
Everyone had to be off the boat by now. If not they had better know how to swim because Beryl was done holding what felt like the entire ocean out of the ship's hold. It would drain her aura to unacceptable levels if she kept going. So with a sigh she released both her semblance and her stance, allowing her arms to fall to her sides as she took several deep breaths.
Grabbing an emergency medical kit off a nearby wall the young Faunus clipped the plastic box to a belt loop and dashed for the nearest rent in the hull. The jet of water reversed course just as she reached it, sucking her out of the ship and into the ocean beyond. As she swept out and started circling the ship her extra senses reached out to encompasses the immediate area of conflict.
The water held significantly less Grimm than she had expected considering how many had been ripping into the ship earlier. Her teammates had been busy while she wasn't looking. Of course less Grimm wasn't the same as no Grimm. A smattering of black and white shapes also circled the ship. Their forms monstrous versions of various aquatic animals. Perhaps ten all told.
With a savage grin Beryl sped toward the closest beast.
For those watching the surface of the ocean, it almost looked like a string of squids had been startled. Sections of the deep turned extra dark for several moments. No further Grimm leapt to attack the group. It was quiet for a few seconds before a black haired head broke the surface near the lifeboats.
"Come on! This place could spawn more Grimm any moment now!"
@TheWindel@KoL
Whether or not his giant and fairly tiring laser was enough to seriously damage the monster Saef wasn't sure. His speed combined with the thick mist prevented him from seeing much. What he did know was that he managed to grab the staff as he whooshed by. A sharp jolt running up his arm as the golden rod tore free from whatever had been holding it previously.
Bursting from the other side of the black cloud he turned and swept around towards the palace at the center of the city. Torpedoes exploded nearby and bolts of hissing flame boiled the water around him as he made a mad dash with his glowing cargo. Swimming above the battlefield like this didn't exactly provide much in the way of cover and moving down into the city would slow his progress considerably. So instead he covered himself in barriers and attempted to be as agile a target as possible.
Thankfully he had allies. Heaven's forces took advantage of the distraction and before long everyone was too busy fighting one another to shoot at him. Combined with the short trip his route had provided he arrived at his destination alive, if perhaps with far too much adrenaline running through his veins.
Not willing to relax while there was still a battle going on the young Captain hurried to where his men had secured the throne room and the magical circle within. Some damage had been done to the chamber during the short fight but hopefully nothing that would effect the magic circle. Apparently some sort of goopy, boney woman thing had burrowed out of the room in order to avoid death. One other Demoness had been present but the flashbangs had been much more effective on her. Apparently disorienting her enough to prevent any sort of major defense.
One hurried trip through the winding palace corridors later and Saef entered the throne room. He slowed his hurried swim as he arrived, looking over the chamber. The magical circle encompassing the floor was very impressive and definitely something that deserved study. After the battle. With a deliberate pace he swam to the center of the circle and carefully placed the staff in its receptacle.
Saef Harken
Lenuria
Lenuria
Whether or not his giant and fairly tiring laser was enough to seriously damage the monster Saef wasn't sure. His speed combined with the thick mist prevented him from seeing much. What he did know was that he managed to grab the staff as he whooshed by. A sharp jolt running up his arm as the golden rod tore free from whatever had been holding it previously.
Bursting from the other side of the black cloud he turned and swept around towards the palace at the center of the city. Torpedoes exploded nearby and bolts of hissing flame boiled the water around him as he made a mad dash with his glowing cargo. Swimming above the battlefield like this didn't exactly provide much in the way of cover and moving down into the city would slow his progress considerably. So instead he covered himself in barriers and attempted to be as agile a target as possible.
Thankfully he had allies. Heaven's forces took advantage of the distraction and before long everyone was too busy fighting one another to shoot at him. Combined with the short trip his route had provided he arrived at his destination alive, if perhaps with far too much adrenaline running through his veins.
Not willing to relax while there was still a battle going on the young Captain hurried to where his men had secured the throne room and the magical circle within. Some damage had been done to the chamber during the short fight but hopefully nothing that would effect the magic circle. Apparently some sort of goopy, boney woman thing had burrowed out of the room in order to avoid death. One other Demoness had been present but the flashbangs had been much more effective on her. Apparently disorienting her enough to prevent any sort of major defense.
One hurried trip through the winding palace corridors later and Saef entered the throne room. He slowed his hurried swim as he arrived, looking over the chamber. The magical circle encompassing the floor was very impressive and definitely something that deserved study. After the battle. With a deliberate pace he swam to the center of the circle and carefully placed the staff in its receptacle.
@CoyoteLovely@Hekazu@EchoesofOld@Mataus@Ciaran@Normie@Tristwich@SpawnMeme@Kasai Uchiha@Dark Light@Liaison
Retreating down the dark and ominous stairway and collapsing the cairn over the entrance sounded like a wonderful idea. The undead wouldn't be able to get through for an hour, plenty of time for them to find a more permanent method of closing this particular entrance to Doch Mol. Fionn couldn't do that yet though. Several people were still making their ways to safety. To collapse it now would doom them.
So Fionn was currently hovering about the entrance of the cairn. Laying into zombies and skeletons as they got too close. With a grunt he slammed a gauntleted fist into the side of a technically hollow skull. The old bone shattered at the impact and the green mist inhabiting it dissipated in the stiff breeze that had picked back up. It was the last abomination against nature in the immediate vicinity, not something that would last but it gave him a chance to catch his breath and look around.
And what he saw didn't make him particularly happy. More undead were digging themselves out of the ground with every second and the three people still out there were not half close enough for the mage's liking. With a muttered curse he thrust his blade point down into the ground and sent a mental order to his armor. Lines of light abruptly arced across his body. To most they would be little more than an odd source of illumination, to Fionn they were lines of power.
Without the need to draw in ambient light or create it himself the mage could put much more of his power into making actually useful stuff happen. In this case it was by sending out a hail of bolts that slammed into the lesser undead blocking the route to safety. Rotting limbs went flying and bones burned to ash under the onslaught. It certainly looked fancy enough, the white and blue armored figure standing there with both hands held before him. Bolts of white light lancing forth to smite his foes.
Even with the help from his armor such a move was draining however. Each bolt was weak on its own and not all of the moving corpses that were hit fell unmoving to the ground. If those still out on the field didn't move fast their brief corridor would once again close.
Meanwhile Nakreyya and anyone else who had ventured down the stairs would find themselves in a medium sized chamber. Despite this assumedly being a hidden back entrance to the fortress city the walls were covered in detailed carvings. Artistically they were quite impressive, whoever had created them was a skilled worker of their craft. What those carvings depicted was another story. Scenes of dwarven taskmasters overseeing fields of slaves took up one section of the circular wall. Another was dedicated to necromancers plying their craft. A third section showed one of hordes of the dead storming some ancient city.
It was like that everywhere. The glories of the Rzailian Empire carved in exquisite detail. Also set into the walls were ten shadowy recesses holding large figures. With very little light reaching past the murky stairwell it was hard to tell if the armored figures were made of actual plate mail or if they were simply another set of carvings themselves. Whichever it was their unseeing helmets gazed ominously into the rest of the chamber.
Opposite where the stairs led into the room was a large door. Made entirely of some form of metal it was festooned with carvings similar in nature to those on the walls of the chamber. Perhaps most interesting to those observing however, was the large mechanical lock that took up the center of the double doors. The old Empire's technology was on clear display in the series of interlocking wheels and gears that bridged the center of the two slabs of black metal. Set proudly front and center was a series of brass rings, starting from a small disk and growing bigger and bigger until the outermost was a good half meter across. If one squinted hard enough they could even make a series of ancient runes set into the metal. Once again the dim light wasn't helping matters.
Fionn Harken
Retreating down the dark and ominous stairway and collapsing the cairn over the entrance sounded like a wonderful idea. The undead wouldn't be able to get through for an hour, plenty of time for them to find a more permanent method of closing this particular entrance to Doch Mol. Fionn couldn't do that yet though. Several people were still making their ways to safety. To collapse it now would doom them.
So Fionn was currently hovering about the entrance of the cairn. Laying into zombies and skeletons as they got too close. With a grunt he slammed a gauntleted fist into the side of a technically hollow skull. The old bone shattered at the impact and the green mist inhabiting it dissipated in the stiff breeze that had picked back up. It was the last abomination against nature in the immediate vicinity, not something that would last but it gave him a chance to catch his breath and look around.
And what he saw didn't make him particularly happy. More undead were digging themselves out of the ground with every second and the three people still out there were not half close enough for the mage's liking. With a muttered curse he thrust his blade point down into the ground and sent a mental order to his armor. Lines of light abruptly arced across his body. To most they would be little more than an odd source of illumination, to Fionn they were lines of power.
Without the need to draw in ambient light or create it himself the mage could put much more of his power into making actually useful stuff happen. In this case it was by sending out a hail of bolts that slammed into the lesser undead blocking the route to safety. Rotting limbs went flying and bones burned to ash under the onslaught. It certainly looked fancy enough, the white and blue armored figure standing there with both hands held before him. Bolts of white light lancing forth to smite his foes.
Even with the help from his armor such a move was draining however. Each bolt was weak on its own and not all of the moving corpses that were hit fell unmoving to the ground. If those still out on the field didn't move fast their brief corridor would once again close.
Meanwhile Nakreyya and anyone else who had ventured down the stairs would find themselves in a medium sized chamber. Despite this assumedly being a hidden back entrance to the fortress city the walls were covered in detailed carvings. Artistically they were quite impressive, whoever had created them was a skilled worker of their craft. What those carvings depicted was another story. Scenes of dwarven taskmasters overseeing fields of slaves took up one section of the circular wall. Another was dedicated to necromancers plying their craft. A third section showed one of hordes of the dead storming some ancient city.
It was like that everywhere. The glories of the Rzailian Empire carved in exquisite detail. Also set into the walls were ten shadowy recesses holding large figures. With very little light reaching past the murky stairwell it was hard to tell if the armored figures were made of actual plate mail or if they were simply another set of carvings themselves. Whichever it was their unseeing helmets gazed ominously into the rest of the chamber.
Opposite where the stairs led into the room was a large door. Made entirely of some form of metal it was festooned with carvings similar in nature to those on the walls of the chamber. Perhaps most interesting to those observing however, was the large mechanical lock that took up the center of the double doors. The old Empire's technology was on clear display in the series of interlocking wheels and gears that bridged the center of the two slabs of black metal. Set proudly front and center was a series of brass rings, starting from a small disk and growing bigger and bigger until the outermost was a good half meter across. If one squinted hard enough they could even make a series of ancient runes set into the metal. Once again the dim light wasn't helping matters.
Saef Harken
Lenuria-Big Giant Monster Thing
Lenuria-Big Giant Monster Thing
This was absolute chaos. And not the useful kind either, but the sort where everything just sort of decided to blow up because it felt like it. There had been a couple days back in the labs that had been like that. Saef hadn't been a fan then and he wasn't a fan now.
It did present an opportunity however. The Demonic general had left and not in chase of the men and women of the 1st Mechanized. Bullet-like seeds were starting to fill the surrounding water but the onslaught did not appear to be aimed at him specifically. And while that other Demon had somehow revived himself he still wasn't attacking Saef. He was essentially free to once again focus on the actual objective of the battle.
The Thaumaturge turned and jetted directly for the large cloud of inky darkness and the golden light that shone within. The thing was obviously the local Power and entities of power collected objects of power as a matter of course. Or perhaps it was the object in question? Nobody seemed to know exactly what had happened in the fall of Lenuria. It was possible that the staff had become corrupted somehow and destroyed the city.
Hypothesis aside something capable of showing through that mist was worth checking out. If it was the staff he could grab it. If it was an ally he could help them out. If it was a giant glowing eye blasting it with a giant laser seemed prudent.
On went the armor clad wizard-knight, putting on ever greater speed even as he gathered power around himself. Holy magic emanated from him as a brilliant white aura. One particularly dim imp had a chance to show just how much power was in play, interposing itself between him and his goal and was immolated before it got within two feet.
Upon closer inspection his course was not a direct line for Lenuria's monster but rather towards a whirlpool that swirled between the two. Besides providing a very large and textbook example of the spellcraft involved in hell portals it was also fairly close to the monster in question. Saef probably could have avoided the vortex if he wanted to but still he kept on.
He did not, of course, dive right into the center to get sucked up into the depths of Hell. No instead he followed a carefully calculated course that sent him through the outer currents. Redirecting him the extra few degrees needed and sending the man shooting off like a flywheel. Coupled with the speed built up on his trip there Saef's total velocity upon arrival was impressive to say that least.
With a wordless shout the Thaumaturge released all of his accumulated light just before he entered the mist. Directing it in a giant beam right below the glimmer that he hoped was the staff. If all went according to plan his speed would allow him to zip in, grab the supposed object of power and be out again before anyone could stop him. At which point he could take off for the throne room and victory.
Over in said throne room a certain slimy necromancer wouldn't get much of a chance to reactivate any defences the palace once had. The whooshing of underwater quantum particles being ejected at high speeds gave the Demonic occupants of the room seconds to react before a good dozen flashbangs were tossed into the chamber. Each device detonated nine microcharges in rapid succession. Turning the room into a very loud and disorienting monochrome disco for several seconds.
Those who threw the weapons didn't even wait for them to finish, protected from the effects by their armor. Forty five soldiers of the First Heavenly Mechanized swept into the room and started pouring fire into anything that moved.
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