Depending on how my fight goes with Fury, I might give you a go @LeeRoy
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I have participated in events like that. They require a goodly dedication from the judge, but can be supremely enjoyable.
Kolskegg snarled as he watched the events unfold before him. The Berserker was engaging the human sorcerer, something was amiss. Or was it? Had the All-Father sent Cho here or was this the work of Loki?
Pulling his hand from the rune bag, Kolskegg cast the flaming runes into the air. As he did so he shouted aloud, “Cho it seems once again we are pitted against one another for the amusement of the gods.”
Finishing the statement he took a step forward as the first whorls of snow fell from a once clear sky. Swirling black clouds appeared suddenly as if Ymir himself had breathed upon the trio. Kolskegg had drawn Ymir’s Vex of Frost- This rune when cast surrounds Kolskegg in a persistent snowfall. The snow obscures him and lowers the temperature around Kolskegg in a 50-yard radius to 15 degrees. Kolskegg is immune to the effects of the cold and can create drifts of snow that act as temporary walls within that effect radius. It would take a moment before the full force of the rune’s magic was evident but the falling snow would be enough warning.
Drawing Alyward from it’s sheath, Kolskegg laughed mirthlessly as he advanced upon the other two. “If we are to be visited by the Sheild Maiden let us be worthy of it.”
Pulling his hand from the rune bag, Kolskegg cast the flaming runes into the air. As he did so he shouted aloud, “Cho it seems once again we are pitted against one another for the amusement of the gods.”
Finishing the statement he took a step forward as the first whorls of snow fell from a once clear sky. Swirling black clouds appeared suddenly as if Ymir himself had breathed upon the trio. Kolskegg had drawn Ymir’s Vex of Frost- This rune when cast surrounds Kolskegg in a persistent snowfall. The snow obscures him and lowers the temperature around Kolskegg in a 50-yard radius to 15 degrees. Kolskegg is immune to the effects of the cold and can create drifts of snow that act as temporary walls within that effect radius. It would take a moment before the full force of the rune’s magic was evident but the falling snow would be enough warning.
Drawing Alyward from it’s sheath, Kolskegg laughed mirthlessly as he advanced upon the other two. “If we are to be visited by the Sheild Maiden let us be worthy of it.”
Thrum. The induction field continued to expand outward, allowing the Dreamer to draw energy into himself, through the rapidly pulsating war sword. A shimmering array of gamma energy held in a narrowly focused array along the length of the sword, creating a shining nimbus glowing with the drastically subdued power from the heart of a star.
The Dreamer watched as the man known as Fury, Mander Rane, thrust his plasma sword into and through the mesh. The plasma sluiced through the material with relative ease since the highly energized gas, held in place pierced it. Threads of the plasma flared and splashed about where it contacted the monomolecular thread. Spirals of plasma raced away where it contacted the near invisible mesh.
Skallagrim stepped back a pace, feet set firmly as the warrior raised up onto the balls of his feet. The galdhr dark shield flailing as if it were a living thing. The sword back and down as the man known as Skallagrim, Walker between Worlds and Destroyer held the sword in low back guard. With the step the singular strand of highly dense monomolecular thread, compressed by immense gravitational forces into a nearly invisible mesh, a single molecule thick made of dark matter and charged with dark energy moved back another few feet from Fury.
“Manadar Rane, if you wish to continue this act of vengeance so be it. However be aware that you are the last of your species.” Skallagrim hissed, nodding towards the man with the plasma sword. “I do not wish to end your species, but I will not suffer the darkness that inhabits your body.”
Deep in the earth, the dark tendrils of galdhr pierced through rock, burrowing ever deeper towards the core, the purpose only knowable to the Dreamer. The electromagnetic inductive field above and the galdhr below. The world would surely suffer once the Dreamer decided to unleash the power cosmic upon the world.
The Dreamer watched as the man known as Fury, Mander Rane, thrust his plasma sword into and through the mesh. The plasma sluiced through the material with relative ease since the highly energized gas, held in place pierced it. Threads of the plasma flared and splashed about where it contacted the monomolecular thread. Spirals of plasma raced away where it contacted the near invisible mesh.
Skallagrim stepped back a pace, feet set firmly as the warrior raised up onto the balls of his feet. The galdhr dark shield flailing as if it were a living thing. The sword back and down as the man known as Skallagrim, Walker between Worlds and Destroyer held the sword in low back guard. With the step the singular strand of highly dense monomolecular thread, compressed by immense gravitational forces into a nearly invisible mesh, a single molecule thick made of dark matter and charged with dark energy moved back another few feet from Fury.
“Manadar Rane, if you wish to continue this act of vengeance so be it. However be aware that you are the last of your species.” Skallagrim hissed, nodding towards the man with the plasma sword. “I do not wish to end your species, but I will not suffer the darkness that inhabits your body.”
Deep in the earth, the dark tendrils of galdhr pierced through rock, burrowing ever deeper towards the core, the purpose only knowable to the Dreamer. The electromagnetic inductive field above and the galdhr below. The world would surely suffer once the Dreamer decided to unleash the power cosmic upon the world.
Alright, will get it up tonight.
Will have a post tonight man. Almost done
I am aware it is my turn, however Christmas with my family takes precedence. Saturday night or Sunday.
I'd fight you [@Melon], but we're currently involved in a fight. I will have a post tonight, took the kiddo shopping for his first Christmas gifts for the family. I am enjoying our fight, you aren't so quick to rush into anything I have set up. I didn't think the plasma would work but I thought I'd give it a shot.
You are sticking the sword through the mesh only correct? Nothing else but the plasma sword?
“You have given me a weapon to destroy you.”
Thrum.
Skallagrim erupted with a hiss-filled laughter as his voice scaled along a thousand radio frequencies at once. As he did so, the galdhr monomolecular mesh flickered and condensed tighter and thinner, recoiling back from Fury.
“You have trained him well, this pet of yours. What other tricks does he know?” Skallagrim asked earnestly as he paced a few times, his amethyst gaze never leaving Fury. “Answer me, does he know, Azakanealina’Kaelin. Does he know? Is he aware of the truth?”
Skallagrim stopped pacing and squared up, facing the man known as Fury, the induction fields slowly altering the world around them. Minute. Subtle changes. Perhaps Fury would notice it, perhaps not. Those in the ships far above them did. The world had slowed a full second. The electromagnetic field that protected the world from the harsh cosmic rays, as well as the deadly radiation from the sun, faltered a moment.
“We watched in the shadows, watched as you reached every stage of civilization. Marveled at the sophistication and beauty that enveloped your species. When you ascended we came as friends, welcomed you.”
Raising his warsword, pointing the pulsating, glowing mass of gamma energy, Skallagrim spoke solemnly, “We tried to warn you. Told you that you were not gods. In return, you mocked and decried us as fossils. Ignorant of what we knew you dismissed us as easily as you dismissed your creations.” The ground around Skallagrim roiled with the elastic energy of an earthquake, contained as the energy focused upward into the being who stood in the epicenter.
A moment's pause, as the war sword tapped the ground beneath the Dreamer, a world appeared, followed by another and another until the solar system that contained Antire, the homeworld of the being known as Fury came into existance. “Does he know why we destroyed his world? That billions of people died, only to be housed our dreams, because of your hubris and arrogance?”
Skallagrim cracked his neck slightly, as he did so the monomolecular mesh flickered briefly as energy surged through it again. Tendrils of galdhr dove deep into the earth, boring for the center of the world, seeking the core.
“Why do you want me to destroy the last of your creations? What purpose does it serve?”
Thrum.
Skallagrim erupted with a hiss-filled laughter as his voice scaled along a thousand radio frequencies at once. As he did so, the galdhr monomolecular mesh flickered and condensed tighter and thinner, recoiling back from Fury.
“You have trained him well, this pet of yours. What other tricks does he know?” Skallagrim asked earnestly as he paced a few times, his amethyst gaze never leaving Fury. “Answer me, does he know, Azakanealina’Kaelin. Does he know? Is he aware of the truth?”
Skallagrim stopped pacing and squared up, facing the man known as Fury, the induction fields slowly altering the world around them. Minute. Subtle changes. Perhaps Fury would notice it, perhaps not. Those in the ships far above them did. The world had slowed a full second. The electromagnetic field that protected the world from the harsh cosmic rays, as well as the deadly radiation from the sun, faltered a moment.
“We watched in the shadows, watched as you reached every stage of civilization. Marveled at the sophistication and beauty that enveloped your species. When you ascended we came as friends, welcomed you.”
Raising his warsword, pointing the pulsating, glowing mass of gamma energy, Skallagrim spoke solemnly, “We tried to warn you. Told you that you were not gods. In return, you mocked and decried us as fossils. Ignorant of what we knew you dismissed us as easily as you dismissed your creations.” The ground around Skallagrim roiled with the elastic energy of an earthquake, contained as the energy focused upward into the being who stood in the epicenter.
A moment's pause, as the war sword tapped the ground beneath the Dreamer, a world appeared, followed by another and another until the solar system that contained Antire, the homeworld of the being known as Fury came into existance. “Does he know why we destroyed his world? That billions of people died, only to be housed our dreams, because of your hubris and arrogance?”
Skallagrim cracked his neck slightly, as he did so the monomolecular mesh flickered briefly as energy surged through it again. Tendrils of galdhr dove deep into the earth, boring for the center of the world, seeking the core.
“Why do you want me to destroy the last of your creations? What purpose does it serve?”
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