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  1. Bond Energy was a gift that wasn't Marigold' alone as it was only created when the fading power of The Imperium was nourished with the light of Gaia. Mike inadvertently brought it to life with only his good intentions. It's influence was already beginning to show across the facility as white light replaced the cool blue. Threads connecting the panels to the hard working robots who repaired them as life was being given to what was once just machine. It was solidarity given form all the while the two wayward souls made their way to the kingdom of technology. Marigold himself trying to understand the readings he was getting from The Imperium as it was apparent that the power was steadily It growing, but it was of a different source...something....stronger. It engrossed much of his thinking as they traveled together, but Mike's connection to him helped pull him into their humble campfire talks. The embers crackling from the fire glinting against his face; his cerulean gaze entranced by the flames as Mike explained the mystifying city. It sounded wondrous and though their mission was dangerous, the ghost inside the machine yearned for the possibilities such a place could bring "You have gone through hell, my friend, and still have the strength to persist as light itself...I can see all the passions you inspire are completely justified. I can only hope your efforts with me aren't wasted. Your talents could save so much more than...Me" Marigold spoke up; the words his words having a gravitas of a man who shared in the mutual suffering this world can bring. Tori being able to transcribe a level of data about Marigold that was impossible for any other human simply because his human conscience had also become an A.I. A level of commiserating that could be shared with mere glances. This conversation unfolding over more campfires and horseback rides across lush fields that brought them closer to their destination. He had always used words as a mere tool, and felt they fell short when he wanted them to be meaningful. He could still feel Raphael' sword at his throat as though it were a wraith that always reminded him how easily he had given in to A foe beyond power. He wondered what words Mike would have had in that moment. Marigold once again being pulled out of his stupor amidst the horse, bearing witness to the majesty that was Hell's Gate. "That Roen character was some sort of demon, and he revealed to me that they are more twisted than I had thought. Their perceptions of love and obsession are terrifying to the human scope, but Kru'Gorah does not share his aptitude for modern delights...it is strange that he would risk interfering here. There is merit in your theory; He must be here for some technological purpose" Marigold watching Mike's projection of Kru'Gorah' presence was revealed. The calquarts' own detection projecting in unison as there wasn't any more doubt where he could be. Kru'Gorah had to be here. "Server Z? You think he has such an aptitude?..." Marigold questioned. A cluster of images projected from his gaze and revealing scarce sightings of Dredge and Kru'Gorah together at Shawnee, and another with the nation owned by that strange kitsune woman "Who knows what he might of picked up. He has the mentality of A serial killer and they only ever change their habits when they are starved for attention...I don't believe this is Legion related. It doesn't match any of Dredge's motives." He felt a rustic charm in riding toward the peak of civilization atop a creature that has seen humanity through many of it's trials throughout history, bypassing the heavy security thanks to Mike's position, and entering the city proper. The inspiring sights captivating him as holographic advertisements lit up against a transport as it whizzed by on light rails. His interest stemmed by the persistent tracker they both shared. There was time for sight-seeing later he supposed as they continued toward their destination. Server Z a collection of backup data and latent files that slipped through the cracks; essentially a net for incomplete data and unusable code. "It makes even less sense that it's this server right? He couldn't access major functions unless he had A direct link" Marigold rambled, going through several sub processes in his thoughts; The signature beginning to grow stronger now as the chill ran up their spine. The terror here almost palpable. A dozen or so strips of holographic tape with 'stay out' barred their way through. A pair of guards standing their in silence and seemed un-phased by Mike's presence. Citizens and the usual bustle quieter here as though the terror that tinged air kept them at bay. Marigold getting off his horse and scanning the two as an unease set over them. "Move along" They both said in unison without moving Their vitals are...level, but...something is in their bloodstream. A toxin of some sort Marigold recited to Tori through their link as he looked toward Mike. A sudden anticipation making the air thick as the two guards repeated their command and remained still, unmoving. Tori picking up that time that it was a...recording that was looping. "None of this matches his patterns...he...he must be working with someone else..." Marigold whispered to Mike.
  2. I too am taking on the new dealings of construction and figuring out various ways of using tech. The Imperium is a good example of trial and error it has been blown up more than a few times, and while that sets the finished product back, it is still progress through the drama of character exchanges. @King wasn't expected and it was the first time I roleplayed with him, yet Raphael' exchange with Marigold haunts me In the best of ways. He may not even know how well he contributed to the overall plot, and from there The Imperium had taken on something it never would have had Marigold been just a calm slate, and now it's doing better than ever! The long and short of it is don't be afraid to let complications integrate into the construction process or what have you, progress is perspective and failure opens up infinite growth for your character. Marigold would never have been as thrilling of a character for me had everything gone as planned.
  3. The first audition to arrive was likely to be the most outlandish of all as it was a circus. The ringleader a strange man dressed in fantastical garb from head to toe. A myriad of purples, greens, and blues dressed his lithe form with more buttons and pouches that were likely necessary. His face almost a plaster white engrossing a pair of lively, slitted eyes of caustic auburn. His hair shaded with various greens though a grandiose top hat hid most of it. His smile almost...too wide, yet he had filled out all the appropriate forms and necessities, though the information was estranged at best. He brought only a single cart with him. It's design as outlandish as he was as it had nearly a dozen of doors on each side with ladders that were mounted horizontally and led only to other doors that could be accessed without it, and even stranger still was that it was being pulled by A miniature cow that seemed to have no trouble with it's work load. Thurgood finding the name itself strange to say "Lazarus" and it was in that moment they saw him mount the stage, kicking his legs out with exaggeration with each step. The cow pulling the cart stopping at the back of the stage and giving the many doors a directly relief upon the stage. Lazarus giving a flourishing bow before the crowd and Aveline and Thurgood. His smile reaching ear to ear as his eyes were like maddened wildfire "This will be my first debut! Won't that be fun?! There was that village in Genesaris, but boy was that a curtain call Haha!" His voice oily and manic as he put emphasis on unnecessary letters. A laugh track emanating from the cart in bizarre fashion "Stark Raving Circus! Won't this be fun? Haha!" One of the doors on his cart bursting open on this cue, and a brilliant green carpet rolled forth like an exaggerated tongue and ended just at the Lazarus' feet. A troupe of dogs marching from the depths of the cart and down the cart: A mastiff made of chocolate, a corgi with absurdly tall legs, A pitbull dressed as a court squire, and a husky with A light bulb crown and massive paws. Lazarus pulling a trumpet from underneath his coat beginning to play as his dogs started to stand atop one another with the Husky at the top. His light bulbs beginning to light up in various colors as they swayed with at times with great stress, but recovering seamlessly as they moved to their master's music. A second door on the cart opened on cue and with awe and surprise; A massive black bear squeezed through the entrance. A monocle and top hat being his most defining features. The bear moving to the farthest edge on one side of the stage, standing on two legs, and revealing an incredibly small hoop. The bear beginning to whistle a tune alongside the trumpet, and the dogs leaped, one after another, through the hoop and landed on their front paws with their back paws hoisted in the air; once again...stacked atop each-other in impossible fashion. The bear taking the hoop and squeezing it past his top hat and managing it around his muzzle before slowly sliding it down his hefty form...and thinning him out before their very eyes as he spun the hoop around his hips. What they were seeing was a show the likes of which simply didn't exist in Valucre...it was a style of madness all it's own. The third door opening and unleashing a geyser of water that erupted onto the stage, and seemed contained in some unseen effect. A jaguar dressed as an umpire skating across the wave atop a stylish and phosphorescent surfboard. The jaguar revealing a large rubber ball in it's teeth as Lazarus jumped in place and clicked his heels, aiming the trumpet in the air. Flames shooting forth from the trumpet as The Jaguar threw the rubber ball through it. The fiery projectile soaring toward the bear and landed upon it's nose perfectly, continuing to hula hoop as he balanced the flaming ball. and the chaos on stage only grew as more doors opened and revealed A giraffe in a turtle neck while another brought A dozen dodo birds onto the stage that started to sing a marvelous piece of opera music.. He had no concept of 'stage time limits' and continued with new material for another hour, and still it was as though he had more to show before he was cut off. The animals returning to their respective doors as both the carpet, and tidal wave receded before it was once again just Lazarus on stage "Good luck explaining that to your aunt HA!" Lazarus rattled off, barking in laughter
  4. Terracotta had taken a seat eagerly as the discussion started as soon as they entered. Khan's representatives continue to bicker among themselves; both suspicious and curious of the foreign dignitaries that had arrived. The estranged man listened to Khan as he spoke and then respectively listening to Shikai, nodding eagerly at his suggestions on how to handle the town. They were indeed excellent tactics! A massacre was a loss in valuable assets, and such things were outrageous to clean up! Terracotta taking a different mask from his belt and looking around the room in curiosity for several moments before placing it back on his belt and joining the conversation once more; beaming a smile at Khan "Well lucky for you there are two new potential friends ready to make your life easier! I am afraid I'm quite an...old soul so the military jargon and tactics are lost on me, but I have been on a bit of a building project of my own so I am feeling quite creative! That is to say if you are agreeable with my methods!" He said eagerly and demonstrated as his chair levitated and from it's legs sprouted more legs; Terracotta now sitting atop a tower of chairs that nearly struck the roof before they collapsed in upon themselves as though a balloon had popped. The mage landing back on the ground gracefully and shaking his hands in showman fashion "If you have the designs and the materials you need used set out, I dare say I can have them all done by this time tomorrow!" He cheered A message being sent to Shikai's mind as telepathy tethered their thoughts for a moment That will leave me quite drained! Think you can handle that little hamlet by your lonesome? @danzilla3 @Agent Knockout
  5. Marigold was not accustomed to the ways of A protector. A recess of guilt called to him when he associated such ideals with his actions before...It felt insulting the lives he had taken in utter madness. It would take time for such things to heal. The villagers of Hyde inspired him so and that recess of self deprecation felt miles away. The sisters, Rivana and Fye...polar opposites and yet bonded like adhesive. An impossible equation, His concern would have lead him to stop their egress to Hyde. A logic dictated time for planning proper...so why then did he trust Moshra so implicitly? She had been the first he had seen leaving Antigone. He felt as though he had known her for years longer; Both pulled from their mania and darkness. Mike had been the final candle to bring his soul to light, and he felt as though...that mantle of Protector wasn't impossible afterall. Tori' receiving much from The Imperium' archives. One of the only surviving facility functionalities. It's storage coated in a rare alloy and kept his data alive. She also noticed that his personal data was being stored and constantly updated as though it were cataloging his very thoughts. The Calquarts connecting him to the facility itself and allowing him a level of control no matter the distance, though more power would need to be generated for him to use more taxing abilities; Even stranger still was that though the power was being steadily drained, an incremental return was being processed. He was connected to the facility now, and with the addition of Mike's own magic and Gaia herself...had created A Bond Reactor. A new type of energy Tori had never seen before. Marigold was being powered by his bonds A quiet fell over them for some time as they had left The Imperium. Marigold deep in thought as usual as he digested Mike's concern of the Wolves. He believed in their strength since he had seen it first hand, but he too, believed in this Djinn's veracity. "I do indeed, Moshra has an earpiece that connects to me directly...Thraice built that town with them. He's much like you in that way. A stubborn paladin of the people as it were. Moshra was once A leader of bandits and had tried to attack Hyde. Thraice himself bringing their conscience number to one, Her; Offering mercy in return for hard work. That's the shortened version of Hyde's tale anyways, many of those men who sent us off are likely descendants of those bandits made villagers. I am not aware of the full scope of Kru'Gorah' communication abilities so I told her to only contact me in Emergencies; Worry can be reckless" Marigold opening a small notebook, an archaic device that still he wrote in with A Pen. He was going to keep a collection of notes he made on his journeys. "Hell's Gate is a city I've yet to visit, and have heard little about. Would you mind filling me in?" He asked. Mike noticing that the calquarts almost seemed to glow brighter as Marigold gave him a soft, endearing smile that turned excited as his eyes widened eagerly "I've heard that it is a technological marvel! Though we aren't sight seeing; I still feel I can learn much in the ways of progress. I was never taught proper and decided to seek the knowledge myself...I can only imagine how scholars of science achieve their dreams..."
  6. They had all reached the mouth of the cavern and could feel a gravitas around the decrepit pillars that barely kept the stone threshold entrance aloft. Reginald having an effective disguise technique due to his aberrant nature, but Phoebe could easily tell in his eager and excitable disposition that it was the aloof worm wizard. Reginald giving a whimsical wave "What excellent timing! This is our first mission together, the three of us! Isn't that exciting? My knowledge of the modern world is...ever growing as it were. I was imprisoned for quite time; Long enough to lose the sense of which era I was in. Quite the kerfuffle. The fortunate thing is that I had collected hundreds of empty tomes and enchanted them to transcribe history as it came, just in case I were to lose myself for a period too long. It's a disaster that is going to take me decades to sift through, but poppcock and all that. The important bit is this" he rambled, revealing a tome from one of his various pouches. "A history on this particular mountain kingdom, transcribed long ago! I had informed Shikai of our situation on the journey here" Reginald giving her the book; a ratty blue leather bound tome with a rusted clasp. A sigil of a throne with a holographic eye over it's cover. "We are after a relic known as The Siren Siphon. A powerful bit of enchantment magic was imparted into this trinket and caused obsession over it in others...to the point of starvation and sacrifice. It is said that it absorbs it's followers weakened bodies, and why this very Kingdom vanished and crumbled within a week's time. A population of eight hundred..." Reginald drifted off in his explanation as his eyes were drawn toward the mouth of the cave. Phoebe now seeing what the other two had been seeing since they came in eye contact with the abandoned mountain kingdom. A strange pulsing light emanating through the cracks of the mountain itself, even seen glinting deeper into the mouth of the entrance. There was undoubtedly a sense of unease that curled around their ankles and prickled at their knee joints. This light of shimmering blue was a thrall that called to them; A desire to be wanted, and fought over. "This will relic will allow me to finish Shikai' artifact, and most assuredly expand our potential! It will be dangerous of course, but I believe in the both of you! I don't know what is to be expected after this much time, so be on your guard!" Reginald curling his finger and lighting it ablaze; Darkness giving way to light as the three entered the mountain empire turned graveyard. The halls of stone were now cracked and mossy with many a pillar toppled over and left desecrated. The minimal light from outside soon shrinking in the presence of the dark. Reginald' light encircling the flame as they continued through the massive hall. The dwarven architecture rich in it's history as ever stone imparted cracked and eroded words. Reginald curiously looking over them as they moved deeper in "It was said that they managed to hollow out nearly the entire mountain! What we're after is the throne, which should be at the center!" He chimed eagerly, wagging the flame finger about in time with his explanation. A central chamber being reached with a massive dais at it's center in the shape of A hammer. Light had become choked as they were now surrounded by thresholds that led into different parts of the mountain. The shuddering blue hue cascading through each entrance and seeming to radiate from deeper within. Each wave of iridescent blue prickled their skin as it washed over them. A shift in the air occurring. Reginald turning toward one of the farther corridors and was transfixed on an unseen interest "Do you hear that?...it...sounds like music?" They didn't hear anything and instead felt a sense of Deja Vu...something both Shikai and Phoebe had lost that was precious to them...somehow they felt as though it was here; A piece of themselves they could restore somehow. A sudden ringing of metal against metal ricocheted across the dilapidated walls that emanated from the central threshold ahead of them. It sounded like the familiar tenor of combat. Reginald snapping from his estranged focus and looked at the other two with confusion, and excitement "Sounds like we may not be the only ones here, or perhaps it is a trap! The arcane nature of this place is...disturbing to say the least." He warned as moved toward the central threshold and put his hands together, extinguishing the flame, and instead enveloping the three in a shimmering field of purple aura that faded from sight after a moment or two. He knew things could get dangerous and it was time to get ready, and after they were all prepared, started to head down the central threshold. a slimmer hallway of cracked stone. The darkness in this hall particular feeling as though it threatened their breathing. Their shoulders touching either side of the halls as they filed their way through for what felt like...hours. The pressure this place exuded and the darkness it housed conquered weak wills, and the mental endurance became apparent as their seemed no end to this hall. Reginald quiet, in a rare display, as he focused his arcane pressure to pinpoint where this relic was @Noko @danzilla3
  7. Marigold's eyes were akin to light bulbs in their ever shifting phosphorescence; Sub routines allowing him multiple lines of thought at once. It had been impossible without a suitable power source. The calquarts solving that problem and more as it too glowed with the same blue hue atop his multipurpose metallic pack; A direct source of power that would allow expeditions for the first time in nearly a month after the disaster that had befallen the facility. He would face these odds; science leveled the playing field. Marigold listening to Toiri curiously as she gave a most astute observation. It was indeed possible that he was using a third party to expedite his...feasting...but for what? Marigold snapping out of his fog and nodding at Mike's question. Rivana being elbowed by moshra "Oh! Right, this...creepy scale or whatever. I saw this and moved closer to get it" She said, pulling from her pack a piece of cloth, opening it, and revealing a piece of sinister demon flesh. "This certainly helps my theory" Marigold said, observing it with a careful eye "Those spikes he leaves as totems...are made from him somehow; I believe I will be able to triangulate his position by using this as the third point" He unveiled from one of the ports on his backpack a small satellite dish; Lighting up and beginning to slowly rotate. Marigold taking the sliver of wicked carapace and wedging it in between to conducting points underneath the satellite itself "Once we are in the city limits, this will lead us to where his source is strongest" He said with a faint smile. "What if he dies while we are jacking around in Hell's Gate?" Rivana spoke up with frustration "Rivana, if we can cut him from-" "We can't just leave Thraice to die!" The wolven taking a few steps back and gripping her fists. Her eyes focused on that barely visible red dot in Hyde...it had to be The Mayor...a signal. "I'm going to go get him back" She snarled and sprinted off. A near blur as she left. Marigold having no chance to react as both Moshra and Fye immediately chased after her "We will catch up with you, Go!" Moshra called "Stubborn as mountain" Their gazes meeting and Marigold felt weak in the soften hues of her gaze. The doctor sighing as they too departed and ran a hand through his hair "A willful family; I believe in their strength so Hell's Gate remains our destination" They departed post haste, moving through the steadily growing village around the imperium. The hyde villagers enduring in their own way; many looking upon the two as they left and raised their tools, their hoes, their shovels, their axes, and spears. A sign of respect and safe travel. Marigold had grown quite fond of these folk. They were outcast races that had banded together. He knew getting Thraice back was imperative. A good deed insures another and such men were needed for this world to thrive. Their journey taking them to Hell's Gate...a city he had dreamed of seeing, and yet hadn't the chance. He was dumbfounded when he looked upon it's modern brilliance. His eyes taking in every bit of decisive tech he could see. The satellite pointing directly toward the gront gates, indicating they were on the right path.
  8. "Our wonderful general here is quite correct; The core members of our organization hols tremendous power. Such allies are beyond useful, and the friends you make along the way!" He jeered excitedly, listening to every word Khan spoke as they started to make their way to the assembly building proper. "It sounds like there a few tasks we could aide in; I am quite the savant at the arcanum, and know a few tricks that are otherwise extinct. A plan, if I may, could be a rapid transmogrifcation with a hint of animation! I dare say if you have any sketches of quaint little blue...paw prints?...I could make it practically build itself! This will take a great deal of mana so perhaps, in the meantime, our esteemed Generalie Mortis could handle this nasty little squatters." He cocked his head to the side as he looked to his partner for his thoughts and opinions "That of course, going off without a hitch, will bring us on course to hoodwinking a glorious mother of ships!" A positivism about Terracotta as took a seat in the air and sat in mid air. "I don't want to bring about the jinx, but I do believe this will be a fantastic partnership!"
  9. "Static magic!" She doted back, giving up on her tickles; hating getting gut punched. She was the physically weakest out of the sisters and Moshra had taken her training in a different direction. Her magical prowess substantial. The feline hovering over Arashi and watching what she was doing, enjoying being around her big sister's presence. Moshra laughed at her daughter's concern "We wolf are immune to poison, makes us strong!" She rebuffed with a hearty laugh. The familiarity making Arashi almost feel at home for the first time in what felt like years. No fear, or concern. Stormbreaker a burden she no longer had to bare alone. "Pfft, Mr. Marigold buys it for me duh. He doesn't like sweets" She said, adding a whisper "I tried to feed him cookies" Moshra laughing again, for a wolven of ice and frost. She was at her warmest when her children were around. Fye getting what Arashi needed while only scooping one finger in the tub and pranced off with her treat, stepping up on her tippy toes and raising a finger up to Moshra's muzzle. Her eyes confused for a moment before leaning down and nipping the tip of Fye's finger gently. Fye giggling and nuzzling her mother's forehead. Marigold had finished his research, and watched with curiosity at the sudden activity in the kitchen all of a sudden. They all had enormous appetites. It was a fortunate thing he no longer needed to eat, a melancholic smile on his lips. He hadn't realized how much he had grown toward all of them. A desire...love...and affection toward Moshra that hadn't existed since the very first love of his life. It was impossible to quantify and it contradicted a great deal of his principles, but...somehow...the A.I was still a man at it's core. One who had fallen in love; Both eyes and thoughts moved toward the camera in Stormbreaker's cell. His expression crestfallen. It was the first time he wondered what kind of Man Renji truly was? Marigold thought there was nothing but a brick wall and he was being launched toward it without any chance of diversion...They had once been terribly similar...but things were much different now. He rose to his feet and marched out of the information nest, a room swathed in blue light from the numerous screens. He made his way toward the cells and stood in front of Stormbreaker's door. His expression...soft. She had seen much in her lifetime, an infinite amount of betrayal that steeped her bones...yet she saw no ill will as he looked at her with warmth, and sadness...a sadness in understanding. "I am sorry that things became so heated, I hadn't expected any of this honestly." Marigold started. A sincere candor to her voice as he kept in eye contact with her, sitting before the door and holding his hands against the door. The skin illuminating with a blue hue as screens started to appear on the door's reinforced glass. They were digitized memories from himself. she saw through Marigold's perspective as Roen and Raphael, two gods in his mortal eyes, held his life in their hands. The latter wielding a blade an inch from his throat...Marigold hadn't felt such terror or another where she witnessed the fall of Ceyena through her alternate father's eyes. A thousand deaths in an instant, crushed under and alien civilation who were just as terrified as he was. She saw her other self as a hopeless child. Marigold traveling for miles a day, depriving himself of water so that she could continue before they reached town in time. Each of their journies dangerous, and long. She could see just how much time they had spent together...but alone. Marigold was in a depth of darkness and Arashi was an anomaly he couldn't explain. She saw the first time they traveled to Hyde. Arashi riding on Marigold's back as they dragged their way into town dog tired...that was where Arashi had met Moshra for the first time. A wide smiling mountain of a wolf that greeted them with sheer warmth. "The world is dark, and terrible. It can be frightening. and hopeless...but you are the very reason why it's worth fighting for. You've not a clue do you? How impossible you are right now, to be sitting here...listening to a father you witnessed dying at the hands of a man I respect highly. Impossible, yet here we are." Marigold standing up and pushing his hands through the door, his form moving through the glass as though it were a field. Marigold entering the room without opening the door and tilted his head "Having full control over the molecular structure of that particular glass increases security, even if you slay me where I stand. That door shan't open I'm afraid. I want a chance for us to actually get to know eachother. You are Arashi aren't you? Just as stubborn as she is, and her adoptive family...well mine too. The two wolven you fought earlier? Gave you trouble huh?" He asked with a pride akin to a father and a husband as he laughed confidently. He too, was like warmth against her skin. Something she hadn't experienced in quite a long time.
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  11. It was strange how things worked out, and Marigold as hard as he tried, felt lost when faced against such foes. Antigone had taught him magic was terrifying and unforgiving, and there were a great deal of beings he had encountered that proved him right. Such power terrified him at his bones and it made him want to run. It was why he was so against Moshra attempting any sort of rescue. That too, was contradictory as Last Chance, Ceyena, and...Gabriella proved. There were moments where his his mind couldn't find a proper solution and his body had just acted...A reckless endeavor that went against everything he had been taught. It was everything he saw when he looked upon Michael. It was like a lightning bolt had struck him in that moment because...it was everything he wanted to be. Marigold chanced a smile at Mike's words, so forward and purposed. Marigold, at the mention of any suitable allies, tapped the side of his eye and revealed a camera feed outside their door where Mike saw three furred figures leaned up against the door. "I couldn't have made it this far without Moshra. She's seen more in me than I had." He said, flicking his finger and forcing the door to open; the three shapes collapsing atop eachother as Marigold gave a rare laugh "They aren't the most subtle, however" He added. MIke recognizing Moshra large form as it rose and stopped just before she hit the roof, forced at a slight hunch in the room. He hadn't seen the other two as another wolven half the size of her mother stood up next and growled "Yea, well if it wasn't for Fye being loud and fidgety!" She argued back. Their fur complexion akin to snow camo shades with blotches and white and black, tinges of blue touching their facial fur. The third one being much smaller than the other two, and strangely was...a felinefolk in nature. A calico with brown and black fur, splotches of either on her eyes with a ratty witches hat perched atop folded ears and wild brown hair. "Secrets are fun aren't they? Mr. Mari never has friends over!" The conversation that was had was tense, and their love for The Mayor was apparent. He had given them homes and land to call their own, giving Moshra the station to guard it's people. He was Rivana's mentor and she was determined. Marigold finalizing the discussion as he placed a hand on Fye's shoulder, asking for her opinion as her aloof nature often left her unheard. There were bonds between this wolven family and Marigold and it was a chance to have a positive impact for once. "He stayed so we could run...Who's gonna help him if we don't?" His eyes meeting Mike's in a solitary moment. It was all he needed to hear. They weren't just children. Moshra had trained them in their own ways and they could use such talent when it came to the forces of The Legion. MIke's red gem used the Imperium's own netword, repairing and bettering with each given day. Their packing done; Marigold programming his defensive canine Xerxes to keep the facility safe. Marigold having a metal backpack without straps that had a dozen small shutters on it's surface; the Calquarts mounted at it's top. Moshra and The daughters were adorned in heavy armors with Moshra wielding only a massive blue steel tower shield and Rivana tightening the string on an onyx bow. Marigold waving his hand over the table they were huddled around and revealing the combined efforts of the two A.I combining their sensory capabilities. Nothing happened at first, but in time small dots of red would barely make themselves known; A dot of great intensity flickering within Hell's Gate, however Marigold was watching the farther edges of Shawnee. Hyde existing at the sides of it's great mountains. A dull red blip darkening in that location for but a moment. "These are the only two locations where his source is picked up, but...how can there be two sources?"
  12. There existed A Kingdom dwelling in the depths of The Netherpeaks. Ogg-Machus A civilization of proud dwarves that cultivated the resources in the mountain itself and made a grand city within. King Gindro seeing to his people’s prosperity and soon attempting to make it a ink worthy map despite the harsh lands it existed within. His wealth and passion never ceasing as his kind heart persisted through the sudden eruption of wealth and status he and his dwarven kin were thrusted upon. Dignitaries and advisors from all over the world coming to pay a visit to his eminence and seek alliances with the up and coming Dwarven King Galdro Ore-Tooth. His popularity spreading to many corners of the realm, reaching the ear of one magenta eyed snake in the grass. A woman by the name of Anastasia, paying homage before the king of the mountain; Hailing from the savage lands of Baldra-Kai in service of her Lord Lucius Sulnier. The dwarf upon the throne becoming entangled in the web of gifts she offered. One such offering, A gemstone shifting in impossible geometrical shapes, she called it 'The Siren Siphon' and A ‘miracle of her master’, but in truth it was the doom that would befall his people. Galdro making it the mantle piece of his throne and enrapturing those who looked upon it with such potency. It had become his prized possession and Anastasia had taken her leave, the damage had been done. The change in Galdro, slow at first, but others began to notice when he started to refuse to leave his throne outright, choosing to instead dictate all matters of his life upon his seat of power he believed to be very literal. He lost weight each day no matter the content and quantity of his meals, his back growing crooked and his face growing wrinkled, but he produced such charisma that many of his people would crowd around him in reverence. They were infatuated...and hypnotized. Their entire city being abandoned as they spent their lives around this throne. The blue hue of the gem matching the glint of their king’s eyes until they became withered and glassy. His skin revealing his bones as his body withered away, into the very throne he coveted. A flash of blue light burgeoning from the gem and picking their new king at random. A cycle beginning that twisted a once great mountain nation into a strange sacrificial suicide at the will of this ever growing gemstone they had succumb to. The mountain becoming cold and harrowing as the populace dwindled into nothing, yet the Siren Siphon had grown in it’s influence and that flash of potent blue could be seen through the cracks of the mountain, seen at night by adventurers, and passerby alike, seen by the terrible monsters that roamed Yh'mi. All falling prey to their curiosity and satiating it’s hunger, however there were such monsters it spared in lieu of their will, prowling the seat of power eternal. The Throne Of Infinium becoming a legend that terrified many as those who pursued it never came back. Reginald was absolutely ecstatic about this venture! It was in a terribly deep region of Yh’mi, but he knew it would be well worth it! The favor that Phoebe had offered him in the form of an apologetic letter had been cashed in for this very excursion. The aloof Arch-Mage explaining that this was indeed a potentially dangerous venture and her help would assure their success “Nothing ventured, nothing gained!” He had said, His most prized flying chapulin monkey sending her a return letter asking for her help on an upcoming mission to explore a mysterious mountain kingdom.in dangerous parts of an already dangerous land; Yh’mi! He wasn’t the most tactical when it came to such setups as he was still getting used to working with other folks, but he had charisma in spades! The netherpeaks were a terrifying place of torturous legend yet he couldn’t be more excited. Reginald had read Shikai the lore on their way to the peaks with nary an obstacle as the wizard used a teleportation circle to moved them across space and time. Shikai watching the strange tower setting melt away into a landscape of nightmares. He had disguised himself as a erroneous explorer of lands and gave him an eager wave of his hand as it seemed he already had scouted ahead “I gave Phoebe a map of the location along with the letter so she should be arriving soon, but by jove there it is! I suppose the hard part isn’t finding though is it?” He asked with a grand guffaw; The particular mountain he was looking upon almost looked caved in, huge cracks splitting down it’s sides in wild and chaotic patterns. The foundations of the heavy stone entrance still holding, but only thusly. A flash of strange blue light emanating through the cracks of the mountain at intermittent times. “We’ll go over the plan again once Phoebe arrives, don’t want to forget while I’m in there! Wouldn't that be a thorn in the ol rumpus!” @danzilla3 @Noko
  13. Terry gave a courteous bow before Khan and stood alongside Shikai with an eager energy about him, given the bouncing of his heels. "Tribal locals have such outdated tattoos if you ask me; Your meeting with us in such a short amount of time is very commendable, won't you be surprised! We come from a quaint multicultural and multinational elaboration of just rather quaint fellows!" Terry spoke, his elven features bright and cheery as he looked around at the vast military presence The Commander wielded. An apt title indeed! His hand plucking a mask from his peculiar belt with several more of these white porcelain creations on them, all with strange expressions. He held up A mask with a toothy grin and squinted eyes as he marveled at the airfields and massive piped buildings. "We are always on the lookout for marvels such as Nova Pliska and your very nation as potential deals and opportunities such as these make The Dead wake with excitement!" He said with a delightful chuckle and clipped the mask back on his belt "Our general here knows best the military prowess we desire!" He chimed, waving a hand to Shikai and smiling at him with a profound and positive thumbs up
  14. The modern world had passed Reginald by in ways that his aloof mind could never completely grasp. The was just simply so much that existed now what with the instant communication and traveling long distances in half the time! It simply boggled his mind, but so too did he see the opportunity to manipulate between the binding cracks of such societies. Shikai filling in the many blanks still present as they stood before Cain. Reginald adorned in a disguise he had cooked overnight; His transmutation making most magitech sensory devices wash over him without a second glance. Twas easy to do when your your body comprised of a thousand and two plum worms; molding them with transmutation into a fascimile that might as well have been true to form. An elf of blonde quaffed hair adorned in frills of purple and blue, puffy sleeves and pants embroidered with a spectrum of eye searing bright spectra. A collection of masks worn around his waist like a belt The coasts beautiful to watch as he looked from the cresting of ocean waters toward his boss draped in deep thought. A quirk of his head draping gold locks against Shikai' shoulder as he watched curiously as Cain stirred, bashfully waving his hand as he was complimented "It sounds like expansion potential to me! What A dapper idea! Shikai, won't it be exciting? Who knows what it could be? I'd sense if it was a mass in magical nature...OH it could absolutely be pumpkins! Here's hoping!" Reginald looking over the craft they were provided with curiosity, giving it a firm thump with a finger. "How frightening and marvelous!" When the two arrived in their sleek ride with Shikai suffering a great deal many of questions he simply didn't know as Reginald was obviously ecstatic. The two exiting their craft; One stuck out far more than the other as Reginald introduced himself to their escorts "Tarracota Taymire! Please, call me Terry!"
  15. Calpyso was a creature that had overdosed on her fair share of hedonism and felt peaks of pleasures mortals kill for, but the aura of such a potent aphrodisiac in the flesh had to be suppressed otherwise the stage would have been vacated of watching eyes. The myriad of rings upon her fingers doing the trick just enough that allowed her to watch her wondrous performers from a distance without being an alluring distraction. She could tell Artemis and Gold Dust were both fired up tonight, giving their all. Her children were growing quite feisty in the presence of their mother. The pools of prismyridian pink dwelling within the soften whites of her eyes snatched a glance at the selatious stunner strolling toward her. Calypso tracing her figure with her eyes and that lackadaisical smile she carried grew into one of piqued interest as the woman put a show on with her tongue as the main performer, lowering a scroll betwixt her fingers and Calypso licked her teeth, taking the scroll and opening it up curiously, tossing one leg over another and tracing circles across her luscious cheekbone. The name causing a bemused laugh to leave her plush lips "What a tasteful creature she is, such a shame she couldn't make but...she certainly didn't disappoint in her replacement" Calypso commented as the scroll reduced to ash in her hands, dusting off the remains from her table and offering a seat adjacent with a flourish of her hand "Your performance will be after the encore, so there will be plenty of time for us to chat~" She said, hanging every word precariously from her lips as she winked in return. The second round of performances starting as Artemis once again took the stage with a more energized guitar as he belted out a powerful voice across the club that lacerated the walls with passion. His glossy red mane flowing in the air as he shredded across his empowered eight string. The term 'club music' meaning something far different to Ouroboros. If Calypso felt it added to the atmosphere it could be played. A number of the crowd knowing the chorus as Artemis pointed toward and sky and swayed the masses with his sheer passion. It was a club the likes of which in all Jack's years of existence he hadn't seen in it's entirety. A section to the right being dedicated to a bar that held nearly every alcoholic combination possible while the central section the main entrance led to was a dip down staircase that led to a wide dance floor and a raised stage decked out with everything it could need. The left section housing the tables and seats with a kitchen window mounted in the wall, a door to it's right having a circular sign reading 'Snake Bite'. Succubi waitresses adorned in various dresses of ever changing shades. A coat of neon and black lighting encompassing the whole of the establishment. The scum and unsavory aspects of most bars seeming to not be present, providing an atmosphere Calypso took years to perfect. The bar a circular red marble with a Succubus wreathed in a dress of black feathers running it. Her skin opal as her eyes shimmered orange. Her horns framing her chin and intertwining at the center "Right back atchya, Handsome" she said, whipping her forked tongue. "Questions? Do I look like a help desk to you?" She asked with a wink and snorted a laugh, leaning forward on both elbows and holding her head in her hands. "Well Artemis and Goldie are the two prominent musicians since they do pretty much everything, and with Sevra as our premier audiomancer we got a lot of bases covered but I've seen plenty of other bands and singers get their shot on the stage. Calypso loves watchin' them, so do I! Keeps things interesting" She said with a giggle "Well lucky for you, Calypso is out and about tonight" She said pointing and well manicured nail toward the booth across the club. Calypso aura suppressing rings effective, yet when pointed out. Jack knew which one was his quarry immediately. He had hoped she wasn't just another succubus, and from the pressure he could feel from this distance even-though it was only an iota proved his hopes to be true; His experience with his own demonic kin putting her among the Queen status of succubi. "But I just call her momma, as do most of the waitresses working here. She's got lots of kids. Good luck" She laughed, sliding him a free enchanted drink. A powerful ice breaker that left him feeling a good start into his night of fun.
  16. Humble Horseshoes had finished a few days ahead of schedule due to it's quite rustic features. A haven of wooden engineering as it was quaint and homely with squared windows on either side of double saloon styled doors. A porch with a rocking chair and benches creating a welcoming environment. Postmaster Gavel relaxing in the rocking chair as he celebrated a job well done with a ice cold glass of sweet tea. Every city and town no matter how large or small needed a delivery service and he was happy to provide the up and coming Greatertown with the rootin tootinest Pony Express this side of Ol' Genny! He already had a dozen youngsters and job seekers alike apply which was why he was enjoying himself as he had immediately put them to work. The addresses of the new businesses and homes being cataloged as they learned their designated routes and got started the moment it was open for business. The incoming mail already starting to overflow as outside businesses caught wind of the town's upcoming success and sent their offers eagerly. A whistle leaving his lips as a wind caught the old fashioned sign he had jutted from the porch. There was much work to be done, but for the solitary moment...he couldn't be more proud. Humble Horseshoes: Delivery You Canter On! Gavel's assistant Hedgewart brought any business proposals from the mail directly to Bentley, who aside from Linda, was the only one to know that it was the writhing wizard that had liquefied his jewelry. An unseen cunning hiding behind the shadow of his aloof and quirky nature as he gave the parcels to Ben and clapped his hands together eagerly. The 'human' before him seeming quite pleased with himself. This disguise in particular featuring a very squirrelly, but portly nature "It seems like our rustic little Horseshoe is doing quite well already!" He said beaming "And that is going to be good for the both of us! Let Gavel handle the business, lets just say he is quite...autonomous on his own! I am only going to passively observe with minimal interaction! I am eager to see it grow, you'd be surprised at how connected a good delivery system can make a town! Toodles" He said, tipping his porkpie hat and leaving benny to his business as he departed, skipping as he went. He couldn't be more excited with how well the everything was being executed thus far. The B.Nano being implemented into their messenger bags and even the steeds they were given upon their hiring. It took everything in his abberant being not to dance and prance in pride. The disguised reggie choosing to instead press his face up against the window of the bank as he waved to The Mistress inside.
  17. Marigold knew that Michael wouldn't regard his warning; it was as though he felt it the moment the words left his lips. The beach a warmth they now shared in a way. The war-mind revealing that the doctor had undergone some psychic changes in the short time of his rest. That space his subconscious made a dreamscape where his mind could properly sleep...where he first prayed. One of thanks and appreciation. A large step for a mind of science. It was a step in a better direction for the melancholic A.I. He gave a solemn nod as Michael put together the rebuilding efforts outside the facility. His gaze as focused as it could be, yet it was the same one he saw in Moshra...a desire to do good recklessly. "Moshra's eldest daughter Rivana is an excellent scout and has reported back to her mother this morning that the survivors that arrived yesterday were the last...Their Mayor Thraice was an incredibly powerful wyrm that took him on alone and ordered Moshra to evacuate the villagers. She didn't see his body among his grotesque displays, but that only disturbs me more. I believe he is still there and is using The Mayor as a lure for his loyal subjects. That cretin must have planned this. I forbade any of them to mount a rescue mission; I have analyzed the minor amount of combat data on him I could and his source of strength makes him detrimental against any foe. Who can say they are completely without fear?" He realized he was getting too deep in his head as Mike would soon understand was a common occurrence in the face of adversity. "On a more fundamental basis, he has a particular signal I can attract under the right conditions" His face growing stark and grim as he continued "When he excessively...feeds, he gives off a momentary blip I can accurately track. I found a deviance in my previous theory that places that particular source of energy somewhere in Hell's Gate. I have compled the collective Legion Of Doom movements that included these 'Poles Of Pain' that act as his calling card, and in every-single-town those were...the first respondents were preyed upon and met a similar grizzly fate. I doubt that he would break his habit for Hyde so then why is his signal thousands of miles away?" It seemed Marigold had been tracking LoD's movements in his spare time. He had seen what The Abaddon and The Legion had done and he wanted an end to these groups seeking the blood of good, honest folk. Michael feeling a bitterness in the back of his throat as he shared Marigold's momentary memory of The Carmine Emperor putting the edge of his sword between the doctor's teeth. Marigold squeezing his hands and letting go in bouts of frustration "I never want anyone else to feel as I did in that moment...utterly helpless, but I have read and seen footage of the things you can do! I have a knack for technology and was well studied...I managed to survive a Mad God...but I don't know if such gadget wizardry is enough against such a foe!" Doubt a difficult beast to tame, let alone burden. Hyde had been kind to him and always provided him a respite when his previous excursions to find The Imperium' plot of land didn't go well...they deserved justice in any capacity...what could he do against forces that once against were beyond human endurance? Is it that reckless desire to do good?
  18. The isolated weeks he had spent trying to understand his new existence were A frustrating experience the likes of which he felt just as helpless against as The Mad God that had spiraled his life so out of control. The sensory changes and tertiary annoyances were easy to absorb in small chunks...but no longer needing sleep...weighed heavy on a human conscience that was in a sense; Home Sick. Dreams were craved for they gave the human experience a chance to explore the boundaries of what could persist and what simply couldn't. It was A necessity that he felt most starved of in the late hours of his enshrouded lab; so thoroughly scarred and ingratiated in misery and madness that it was more a prison to him than a home. He would have cackled at the thought of god's caring an iota for his wretched and withered soul...had it not been for such kind eyes. Blue and boisterous, so confident were they he could only wonder the suffrage such a man had experienced...and still he smiles so brightly. He had been told that hope does exist, no matter the depths of dark that coil his heart...and her name was Gaia. A name he had heard more and more when he had moved to Terrenus and constructed his Imperium. He was afraid to believe in anything other than himself, and had it not been for a raven black queen accosted at his doorstep...he may very well still have believed faith was only a constructed fail-safe for fools. What Michael had empowered him with was beyond just an energy source, be it magic or science...for it wasn't just the fact that he could for the first time in nearly a month experience the wind through his hair, but the warmth that burrowed so deeply he felt as though he once again...had a heart. A miracle tear cascading down his cheek where none should have formed. Everything had changed After their debriefing over the departure at dawn, Marigold did as he always did in the later hours, and whisked his conscience away into the souless storage unit he had grown used to...yet the endless grid lay lines of the unit never appeared. What he stared now was A beach littered with sand and pastel shells, a brilliant ocean before him reflecting such potent blues and greens. He couldn't believe it's beauty...it was as though it were real...that he was once again...real. The sun against his face as sea spray lapped at the edges of his bare feet. It wasn't the sleep he remembered, but...it was more peace than he had ever known. The light of the sun so brilliant and yet, so humble...he never was one to soak up the sun, but it was as though his body moved on it's own as he dived into the brilliant waves. The sea cool and refreshing as he just allowed himself to sink....yet he didn't feel as though he were drowning. The sun's rays piercing through the surface of the water and engrossing him in brilliant warmth that illuminated the flora and fauna rife around him. A bubbled laugh slipping from his lips as a clown fish swims through his legs, and though there was a part of him logically somewhere that still believed this was just sending energy into a void...He prayed. A singular motion of his hand scooping up a shimmering seahorse in his palm as he smiled "Thank You.." The doctor's own quarters being A quaint room that was surprisingly small for the overall size of his facility with a small staircase leading up to a cot where he would rest his facsimile for the night. A man with much darkness at his heels, and yet he had never given himself much in the way of personal comfort...always choosing something he considered 'more important'. The dim neon of the room casting the two in a myriad of blues and purples. Michael seeing him for likely the first time since he arrived...at some level of tranquility. That burning question still driving The Oracle to awake him, pulling him from the depths of his first permeable dream. His eyes opening and revealing his own purple hue, brightening as he realized who had woken him, and immediately sitting up with concern and confusion "Who is he? What do you mean? who are you tal-" Marigold falling short in his words as Michael's own eyes grew more intense and their connection bridging what words did not and his eyes widened in active and truesighted fear as his back stiffened. A wash of frustration flushing his metallic face "I warned Moshra that names have...power" Marigold accustomed to hiding secrets and dealing in selective information...but their connection made that nigh impossible. The Doctor running his hand through his bed head and seeming to visibly shudder "You had a run in with his master" Marigold said with a shake of his head "He is a member of that dreadful Legion Of Doom...Moshra has fought him...and understand that while Dredge is a heinous threat...this thing...is more cruel than anything I've seen. He is what drove out what remains of the Hyde villagers..." Their connection giving Michael unfortunate vision as he watched through Marigold's eyes; A terrible bloody curdling fight with a sweeping tail carving through flesh and screams...The oracle looking through his disciple's eyes as he looked upon a field of totem poles, bandits and villagers alike speared atop this poles of pain. "I have forbid the use of his name, but for you..." His brows growing furrowed as his jaw quivered "Kru'Gorah" The name itself splintering terror into those who speak it, and The Oracle in his vast experience and tomes...remembered a race in history of the creation and near immediate destruction of The Djinn. A cruel race of demon that fed off terror, and without a shadow of a doubt...one must have survived. Marigold resting a firm hand on his shoulder "You have brought me more joy than I have experienced in a decade, and I say this with all respect...the more you have for him to take...the faster you'll wish you never knew his name"
  19. One of the oldest demon races that have existed is The Djinn. An unholy marriage between Laughing Stock, The Mad God...and The Demon Lord Of Terror, Belgro-Raz. They were the union of these two gods who thirsted for change and upsetting the natural order. The Djinn were designed to be Planes-Walking Conquers and nigh indestructible warriors. The plan had been set in motion and Laughing Stock had tricked the gods to turn a blind eye to the material plane: The quest for mortal dominion had begun and thousands of chitin plated Djinn marched into the mortal realm and sought to drown them in Madness and Terror. Belgro-Raz hunger and arrogance being his undoing as Laughing Stock’s cunning and insanity was not to be underestimated; His whispers like an infection as they jumped from Djinn to Djinn; causing them to fly into hysteria and attack their kin. A deeper hiss of mania unearthing from them as he granted them his greatest book; The ability to grant wishes. Belgro looked upon his conquest and saw it halted as sheer chaos now reigned over The Djinn as they fought among themselves. The humans banding together as they watched this madness scour across their homes and villages. The Terror King felt such a rage toward the treacherous Mad God that he was tempted to intervene himself...but two could play at this game. He too could grant his most powerful boon. A singular Djinn feeling the terror they had been made with bloom into the pinnacle of Belgro-Raz; The Terror Feast. He had been, but a nameless warrior bound to fight when both of his master’s granted him their boon. Madness and Terror pulling at the fibers of his being. A terror roar quaking the battlefield and pulling from them their fear and causing him to swell into monstrous proportions that loomed over Man and Djinn alike. It was the first time Laughing Stock’ smile fell as his beautiful army of mad men was squelched underneath A Djinn he could not control. A climax being reached as Belgro and Laughing Stock clashed around the giant monster they both had a hand in creating and leaving the battlefield beneath them writhing in molten chaoseum. The two nearly destroying eachother before Laughing Stock’s trick had been realized and the awesome might of the pantheon stopped the war in its tracks. The two warring gods being banished to their realms and imprisoned there. A judgement to be made about The Djinn as only a handful of them remained with the once massive chosen one reduced to a starving corpse. They sentenced them to The Dregs of The Conflagrate. Where they would starve and perish in the burning hells as mewling soul sifters.They would scrape at the murky, refuse infested depths of The Conflgration, known as The Dregs; Scraping for shreds of soul pieces, torn apart by contracts deals. The few remaining Djinn lost in direction and purpose as they were made only to annihilate and consume. The harshness of these pulsating pits showed their weakness without desire as other outcasted demons who had survived here degrading their numbers as they were in constant battle and forced to fight over shreds of souls. It was long before time had claimed all but one of them. The chosen who had been awakened by both of his masters,yet left abandoned...damned to watch his kin torn apart and slaughtered. He managed to survive by killing and peeling the flesh of other demons that dare to challenge him. He felt emboldened by his scarcity and found that their culture weighed heavy on names...so too would he have a name. One that mirrored their kind and yet mocked them all the same. Kru’Gorah! The survival and depravity The Dregs put him through making him stronger and...hungrier. He found that merely killing and feasting upon them did not satiate him completely as though there existed a secondary hunger that did not feed on mere flesh. He began to toy with his prey and felt that sub hunger broil and feast upon a source only his eyes could see. He had only been on the surface for a short time and his masters had failed him, terror a source of power all his own though the terror of demons did not compare to the nirvana he had tasted upon the surface...the terror of mortals. Their torn apart souls no longer satiating him enough. His plan for escape was to be meticulous and so he had to be patient and watch the guard’s patrol above, they allowed nothing to leave the pits and slew any escapees without remorse. Days turned to weeks turned to months turned to years as he bided his time and claimed a wide territory of his own to grow in strength and embolden his terror feast. The more tortured souls he consumed, he found that strangely, it lengthened his tail. A natural weapon he found more use out of than any made weapon as it split whimpering demons like juicy red tomatoes. The watchful eye of the demon elite did not see the shrouded strength he was slowly building, with his tail now nearly a mile in length...he felt ready. They, as the gods, underestimated him. His escape earned him an infamous reputation in The Conflagration as he unleashed his Terror Feast upon his captors, and thirsted hungrily as he saw such unforeseen terror come from one of their own prisoners. A swathe of demonic guards being bisected in the split of an eye as Kru’Gorah was in awe of his own ferocity and bloodshed, taking momentos from them in the form of patch of thinly sliced flesh. The Djinn erupted through the many levels of the demonic prison as he now thirsted for nothing, but freedom. Alarms began to light up throughout the floors as he separated a group of surprised guard’ heads from their already slumping bodies. A cackling laughter he’d never known trailing the overwhelming carnage he left in his wake. An inch added to his tail for every soul he swallowed and his tail was now floors below him as he nearly reached the top level. The Selection Platform It was an obsidian slate dotted with alerted elite guards. A thick grey chain where new prisoners were hanging from staggered them down to the center of the slate where they were judged and thrown into a central pit below where they would land at their appropriate floor. Kru’Gorah hanging from underneath the platform as he watched the judge fall to their own hellish pits. His tail writhing across the bottom of slate where it started to hang off the end, suspended just underneath an endless chain of pleading souls. The Djinn clamored through the central hole and knocked a few of the judged off their track and sent them cascading into an endless void. The Guards facing him immediately with weapons drawn as he revealed his open palms; dozens of skin patches stacked atop his palms. The distraction momentary, but all he needed as they had only time to scream as his tail whipped over the platform and lanced their heads through like A kebab. A leap landing him on the moving chain as he broke for the gates. A dozen more elite guard firing forth arrows and fireballs to halt his escape, but he had already made it. Leathery, demonic claws exhumed from A vast desert where sunlight drained the cracked lands of its resources and moisture. Kru’Gorah pulling himself from the sands and looking toward the blinding sun. He was free! His tail quaking through the ground and firing forth high into the sky and glinting in the bright sun. Mortal kind would find knew ways to fear with The Djinn walking the earth, a sleepy desert town being his taste of wholesome human terror. The first stake in the heart of fear upon this plane. The beginning of his reputation upon the world. A great many scouting parties being the first to bear witness to horror unlike their wildest nightmares; reporting upon destroyed houses and viscera staining the streets. The ‘Poles of Pain’ dotting every town he left in ruin. A thick column of demonic material that held dozens of impaled villagers, either dying or dead. Their wails and moans his warning to them. Demon names held power and dominion over them, yet he wasn’t A demon...he was A Djinn. They would know him by his name if nothing else. The pillars allowing survivors only to spread his name, perishing the moment it left their lips. “Kru’Gorah”
  20. Marigold couldn't believe the sudden tenacity that surged through his systems as thought a syringe of adrenaline had been stabbed through his very heart. The holy enlightenment bloomed into his chest and radiated in the shoddy core he had expected to fail him in a week's time. His eyes firing forth a bright beam of white light that spliced through a third of the eastern woods before he blinked he waved his hands in panic for a moment and closed his eyes "It appears more functions are becoming available to me now, how strange I hadn't installed any..." He started, looking at his hands with confusion as Michael grinned at the contact. they were warm! How peculiar, he hadn't added any temperature modifiers. What were these gifts he was being bestowed upon? Such kindness felt shady due to the sort of life he had lived in the past, yet Michael smiled without doubt, without shame. Could he follow such light? A misguided wretch as he? The Imperium had been parched of proper energy, and to see it brighten once more with nourishment made him realize how much he had become attached to his home. The imperium had suffered just as much as he had. His eyes focused upon the calquarts as it was coursing with energy that resonated with his own now. It was a connection, to Michael, to his new allies, and to Gaia herself...he felt it as thought it were a heartbeat. His hands cupping the artifact with secular interest and so too did his hope starved soul ignite once more. Marigold watched both of them speak up and pledge their allegiance, given their names and nothing else. He didn't know how he would approach these two, but he could only hope for the best. He felt nervous for only a moment as he looked into the crystal once more, feeling as though he were holding his own heart. Marigold standing and giving a bow to them all, making a proper introduction. "Marigold Orion Ravenspire, I wish...to walk in the sun once more; Please teach me how" Marigold sitting down once more, focusing on the crystal as he took it's measurements silently. Moshra gave a heavy knock on the side of the threshold before as she ducked her head into the meeting room, many of the rooms in the main facility too short to accommodate the massive wolven race. "A word with Marigold...Alone" she said, she didn't seem all too happy. Marigold giving a sheepish smile toward the others as he excused himself for a moment and stepped out into the hallway; A heated conversation taking place with a growling "KRU-" before Marigold shushed her. Marigold entered the meeting once more. The tertiary items atop the table quaking as Moshra stomped off in a terrible mood "Forgive that, Moshra takes her job quite seriously." He said, drumming his fingers nervously against the crystal and returning to his seat
  21. The out of place usic and the combined resources of the wizard was a strange addition to the historied tower Phobe remembered of old. Reginald' strange and ostentatious dance halted as Phoebe kindly stood up and made her exit, giving him instructions and a vision of her herald's arrival. The estranged aberrant gave a vigorous nod, Mabel opening the door as Richard escorted her outside the tower "I am quite chafruexed about all this I must say! It is such a delight to meet such an honored operative! I am still stretching out the skin as they say so solidarity is such a breath of fresh air" He twittered as he parted his hands, and so did the blackened barrier surrounding the obelisk of darkness and allowed Phoebe safe entry to pursue her own ends. The wizard jumping about in place in utter joy before gallivanting back into the tower and returning to his other guest and treasured companion: Shikai. "Forigve my sudden absence! Isn't that fantastic? Phoebe is quite the seasoned Dead Member, your never to old to learn more I say! Now Now, onto more immediate matters yes? Your oh so tantalizing suit of armor! I had locked myself in my own domain and was unable to figure out how I had entered, blasted memory. I had used that time wisely however and had finished the foundations of the suit. I secured some fascinating materials from The Mistress! I believe they will be instrumental in making it A devastating magnum opus!" He bellowed with outstretched arms. The plump tiefling Mabel climbing the stairs back up toward the roof whilst Sybil the sheepish satyr continued to scribble on parchment as Reginald went on, seeming to record his thoughts in case he forgot them. "There is only a single component remaining before I can complete the enchantment engravings, from there it will just be simple blacksmithing!" He said with a wondrous laugh as he beckoned Shikai to follow him as he started quickly shuffled toward A door oof to the side that seemed to have no doorknob or frame to speak of. the wizard raising his hand toward the door and started...scratching it? "Who's a good door? yes you are!" He tittered, and out swung the door. Reginald leading him down a prismatic staircase. They continued to descend the stairs for what seemed like another half hour before they opened up to a vast emptiness that sucked at the light the very staircase gave off. It was void, endless and cold where it felt as though you'd be forgotten if you fell in. A island of light in the distance that seemed to float off the darkness itself. "I have been quite ambitious as you see and have made quite the changes to the tower, all good for us rest assured!" He said, knowing this sort of environment might put others off, though Shikai might have been familiar with this level of shadow. It was where assassins felt mot at home. The Wizard rose his hands and pulled from the darkness and prismatic bridged that connected to the far off mote of light. The journey through the sea of inky black a strange, but overall silent one as it seemed Reginald was focused on research notes floating about him as his pace turned brisk the nearer they became to the island. Shikai seeing that it was a massive structure of stars and planets lazily swiveling on an axis. It was almost painful gaze upon due to the amount of platinum and gold that it was made out of, even the floor was made of pristine marble and illuminated with brilliance against the endless shade. "Isn't it brilliant? The Academy certainly thought so! HAH!" He barked with an unforeseen pride "The pursuit of magic can be a brutal landscape of deceit my friend, and this was merely...recompense for something lost" He murmured
  22. He loathed the space where his conscience traveled when the power would shut off; A negative space where ley lines traced on without end. It was the facility's A.I storage; deep within the heart of the facility. A virtual storage plane made for the very machination he tried to perfect. His mortal sensibilities felt betrayed existing within a space devoid of life. An endless tapestry where an artificial mind could build schematics and project layouts in real time. It was now dim and lifeless. A white light illuminated the dulled grid lines and spread the warmth of light throughout the storage device like puritan fire as Michael stood across from his colorless form. Michael a well of light that poured fourth his heart verily. Was this just A glitch in the storage unit? artificing memories of Mike only moments ago? The light continued to spread through the ley line network until it felt as though the light were consuming him; Michael reached out and the light swayed with his movements as though they were reflecting from his very soul. His hand grabbing Marigold, and it felt tangible. It would take some time and grooming to become a viable power source, but a spark was all that needed. Michael's own power jump starting the scientist and the facility he had become tethered to. Lights blinking on one after another as both holographic screens and terminals alike winked back on one after another. Robots, machine droids, and camera drones resumed their duties and it even managed to give the hyde villagers some power to work with, used to living without power. The reactor was in shambles with an immense crater that exposed it's deep cavernous location beneath the facility itself. The vacuous space that once harnessed the maddening energy of Laughing Stock now flickered with a white light. Marigold eyes lighting up once more and blinking back the distressed man who had left them only moments ago. Michael's words were indeed the first thing he heard as he took time to come out of his sleep state. His words were like scripture, yet he did not read them from a book. They weren't scripted like the halfwit preachers he'd often see pilfering weak willed souls. Something had changed within him, whether it was the new source of power, or a new source of faith he couldn't be sure. Who was this man who brought forth faith where there was none and a sense of purpose when it mattered not? A purpose brewing...something human that a machine pure knew not. He wanted to know what faith would bring. He knew science couldn't explain such vast concepts. They couldn't explain what he had felt in that sleep state. The light he felt now, coursing through him. Marigold meeting Michael's own gaze, and there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to convey. With me by your side, at your back, you will create machines and entirely new concepts that bring joy to generations to come. "Bring...Joy" Was all Marigold repeated as Michael spoke to the others directly. Droids were a titter around the command center as they took plates and tidied up the dining area afterwards. Their sources of power all glowing a faint white instead of their original blue. Marigold listening to what Michael told them curiously. He had been betrayed much in his life, but that was before he had felt faith for the first time. A drink of requiem. Marigold pulling up diagnostic screens distractedly as he absorbed everything Michael had told them. The worth they must earn for themselves. The Acoloyte and Shethid soon after excusing themselves as they ventured off on their own affairs. Michael addressing marigold directly again, marigold looking up from his readings and nodding eagerly "Aside from the villagers and their work, the facility itself is in utter disrepair since the explosion and it is quite the uphill battle" He said as they strolled back outside after dinner. The sunset bathing the plains with tree split rays of orange light. The hundred or so villagers dotting the plains with houses and foundations ranging from just started to nearly finished. A great shadow casting from the mighty wolf guard captain as she used a nearby tree as a bark covered recliner. A pair of humanoids, wolf and feline alike were training just underneath her watchful eye as many called it a night and huddled around bonfires where they celebrated a good start to a long journey. A faint song heard as one of grey skinned tiefling among one of the bonfires started to drift a melody into the air that soon many of the woman joined in on with instruments and additions voices. A tradition among their people. Moshra in a strange change of pace from her barbaric intensity, sang too. A harsh baratone from a robust figure. They were a strange and musical people that Marigold wanted to understand more...but he felt a strange connection to the music...the words. “Now, Marigold-I believe I have found a power source that will adequately let you travel away from here. Have you ever heard of calquartz?" "I'm afraid the knowledge of that particular element escapes me!" Marigold eyes fixated upon the crystals and it was as though that mysterious Hyde song emanated from it. His fingers probing the stone without thought before his eyes sparked in surprise "It's cold! I can feel it? I can feel it? How is that possible?" He chattered, rubbing his fingertips together curiously before pinching his cheek and actually wincing, laughing in surprise before pinching himself again.
  23. The villagers listened to Michael' instructions over the horses, The hydelings a proud people that had a history of uprooting when the lands became too hostile. Ex-Bandits, warriors, beggars, and bilge rats all coming together under the banner their mayor had made long ago, lost and hated races finding new purpose putting their roots down around the mysterious lab. Moshra giving the horses a healthy dose of motivation as she took charge of finishing up the day's watch and chores. Her eyes never leaving the strangers until they vanished deeper into The Imperium. The sun beginning to dip behind the tree line casting elongated shadows of sturdy trees and baleful bushes. A multitude of torches being lit and placed in sconces at the front of each growing settlement; lighting up the perimeter of the darkened lab, the central building having only emergency lights to light it's exterior. The reactor had been his primary source of power for The Imperium, and with it gone he couldn't power the entire facility alone. Tripsec the only building he managed to reroute power for and actually ran pretty smoothly for the time being. The fluorescent lights overhead their dinner flickering momentarily before they continued their low thrum. The time Michael had used to go hunting, A momentary power outage had occurred that caused Marigold himself to freeze in place. A few moments passing before the lights once again flicked on, and so did Marigold. He waved off any questions and simply wanted this dinner Michael was making to go off without a hitch. The food soon being finished and being unable to smell how good it was only proved to Marigold just what he had sacrificed. He had always taken for granted the necessity of meals. His father hadn't ever cared and his mother had died too young so the concept of meals were simply sustenance that was required to survive. He sat at the table graciously, appreciating the effort regardless of if he was able to partake. Marigold watching everyone curiously as they ate, seated at his own side of the table. He had refused any food or drink since he didn't want it to dry out and simply go to waste. The illumination of Gaia' light rolling through his finger joints and illuminating the empty table space as Michael finally spoke after their initial feast was over. Something to toast to? Indeed that this was an unexpected turn of events. He should be surprised, yet such emotions dulled against the cold of metal. The doctor not wanting to be rude and so he raised an empty glass and clattered it against Mike's own. Marigold felt disingenuous as The Peacekeeper spoke of good biddings; as if any god could offer such an ephemeral concept. His bitterness left to himself as he listened. Michael beginning to explain his reasoning for coming here, and gathering their attention in unison. It was strange to hear of his plan, knowing it somehow had to do with Marigold. It both baffled and afeared the A.I. He had been in service of only one god before and had watched as his entire life had been carved out from under him. He couldn't deny that immediately serving another wouldn't prove much better. The light's flickering once more as Marigold's nerves were getting to him. Marigold unable to meet Michael's gaze and only continued to stare at the table frantically. His vices? When the question of their impurities and crimes was brought up. Antigone, his home, was nothing but misery. He had aired out his story once and for all to a woman he thought he could trust, but she had boiled his entire tale into a compendium of all the horrendous actions he had taken. He knew now that the Mad God had influence over him even then, but he had been in control and did such things that never allowed him peace of mind again. His mechanical face betraying a lip quiver as the other two answered. He didn't know their names and yet still they answered without restraint. He was never one of hedonism due to his workaholic mentality, but the apostate' answer brought their gazes together for only a moment. Marigold understanding much of what he was saying. He had made it all out to be for 'humanity' and 'science' but it was just his demons following in his father's footsteps. He had once thought it was just how the world worked, but he knew that to be a lie when Lilly graced his life. He couldn't handle the loss and rolled his pain across those as haunted as he. How could that be forgiven? "I helped The Black Queen give birth to her child only a few floors below from where we're sitting...it was the beginning of this entire disaster. I had some of the most powerful beings I had seen surrounding me, and in my foolish desire for sudden change...I had made enemies out of all of them, except the one in my arms. It was a beautiful baby boy, inhuman and powerful. I had forgotten the carmine emperor was there...lost in the momentary bliss of unmarred innocence. Raphael's sword at my throat had terrified me indeed...but I was happy knowing such purity, even in a fragment of time, had graced me...It was the same day Laughing Stock took advantage of the chaos and though I survived I often wondered...how many pure, unadulterated souls did I deny a father? A mother? A sister or a brother? How many children in Antigone are wondering, hopelessly where that missing piece of them is? How could I be worthy when I have created generations of tragedy that will never heal? What god could ever forgive what I have done?" The sudden stress peaking as the power shorted out and caused Marigold, alongside the lights, to suddenly switch off. His face frozen in the crestfallen torture of a broken man, cast into a metal body.
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