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  1. @Ataraxy Oh right, finals. I didn’t realize, sorry. Don’t worry about it. I’ll get back to you with some ideas.
  2. We never actually got to write any of that out, so the only thing that even existed was a bare minimum post mortem. If we’re only doing a snapshot however, we don’t really need that much. But I’d have to see what kind of work this person does in order to figure out my involvement. I’m hesitant when it comes to public works from outside artists. What I’m moreso concerned about is finding out whose turn it is in the Greed is Good thread. :U
  3. Tenkai was surprised. He hadn't expected Shishi to put forward such a suggestion. It was not one without merit, but neither was it without danger. Though he was as confident as she was that he could subdue her if she managed to lose control, it wasn't Shishi that he would need to stop. The sword itself was an unknown factor here, and there was no telling what sort of power it truly held. If it managed to possess her, he'd have to content with whatever malevolent sentience it harbored, and who knew what it could take to accomplish that? Risking the life of a knight-apprentice was not something Tenkai wished to do, but in the end it was Shishi who made the resolve to take such a risk. If she was willing to go that far, it would be disrespectful not to support her. "I suppose you are right," said Tenkai. "If there's any place suited for that kind of test, it would be here. We'll have the demonstration area sealed off as an added layer of safety." Tenkai walked over to one side of the demonstration room, relaying orders to the Custodes overseeing the training facilities. As far as they were concerned, this was just another full-contact sparring session with live weaponry. Not exactly the safest means of practice, but not entirely out of the ordinary for the Order. Perhaps the envelope was being pushed a bit further by using it as an opportunity to test out a potentially dangerous sword that may end up needing to be contained, but the room was designed for this as well. "Very well, then. Draw your blade and take up your guard." @Zashiii
  4. Tenkai figured this would be a long enough explanation to merit taking a seat. He sat down, arms folded, listening intently to James's recounting of recently passed events. He did remember the notice regarding the particle of eldritch substance, but nothing else had come of it at the time. It seemed like this time was different, and with it came a new and unexpected development. "So that's who that visitor was..." Tenkai mused aloud. "Suffice it to say, I think you made the right choice. Regardless of their true motives, paying for intelligence is a level of political gameplay best left to nations and empires. Even if it's legitimate, there's no telling how they got the information. It'd leave a bad taste in my mouth if we contributed to that kind of black market directly from our coffers. And on top of that, she came to you, on behalf of an anonymous third party. That's a bit too peculiar for my tastes." It was one thing to pay for information when you were the one seeking to buy it. Freelance spies who dealt in that kind of trade were the type of people to avoid showing up directly at the doorstep of police and paramilitary forces, or just about any entity large and public enough to make things dicey for them. You usually had to seek them out, finding them on their terms, because you knew a guy who knew a guy who knew they knew what you wanted to know. You were the one making the offer to them, and not just limited to coin, either. Trading information could be just as lucrative for them if their values balanced out or it directly benefit them some way. But this woman wasn't just dealing information she obtained herself. She was a broker, representing clients that she had entered some contracted agreement that the Order knew nothing of. She was offering information on a serious threat the same way someone would sell a pyramid scheme: pursuing a lead at their door and withholding key information. "The real question is...who is her client and why do they want to remain anonymous? Moreover, what are we to do now given that we know a threat exists?"
  5. "Negative. It's too risky." Tenkai gave his brief reply while standing on the command bridge of the Susano’o, surrounded by hard light holo-screens upon which one of them displayed the communication feed coming in from the Imperator Bellum. Like that selfsame flagship of the Order’s Master Knight, the Susano’o was a heavily modified Belisarius-Sinistrum class frigate originally of Kadian design albeit in a different fashion than its older sibling. Through cooperation between the OFM and RAKAN Industries, additional changes had been made to the weapons array, hull layout and engine configuration. On top of this was the addition of the Totsuka WMG Mk. 1, the ship’s aptly-named main gun and brainchild of Chief Engineer Kazuo Ishiyama. It was a high-density energy converter that fired a condensed particle beam powerful enough to punch a hole through an entire mountain range. It had been designed with penetration and precision in mind rather than sheer destructive power, with the intention of reducing collateral damage as much as possible. No doubt James thought that using their best guns against the Cult's flagship was their best bet, but Tenkai did not agree. The Clockwork Grind was one of the most powerful Genesarian airships, if not the most powerful airship on this star. There was no telling how a blast from the Totsuka could react with its defenses, of which they only knew so much about. That wasn't even factoring in the additional defenses afforded by the powers of both Lilith Reiter and Ankou Lethe, both of whom were on that ship. Even if the shot was successful, the most they could theoretically do is damage one of the engines, if even that. Taking such a risk where there were so many opportunities for it to backfire just to clip its wings a bit wasn't going to be enough. It was a flying fortress, and even at a slower pace it would be able to withstand a prolonged aerial assault. The only way they could corner the Cult would be if they could force them to land, and until Order and the other allied forces knew the extent of the enemy's defenses, any drastic measures taken would be a dice roll with poor odds on their end. And Tenkai was not a big fan of gambling. "We can't do anything without first knowing what they're capable of," Tenkai continued. "We need to probe their defenses. If there's a simpler way to force them to land, we should pursue that instead of using a weapon that hasn't even been battle-tested yet." "Battle" was the key word here. The Totsuka had been tested before, to the point that Tenkai understood what it was capable of. That knowledge was part of what gave him pause about using it. Their enemy were two of this world's most powerful magic users. Nothing could be taken as a certainty where sorcery was involved. Sometimes using sheer brute force to overcome magical resourcefulness didn't always pan out well for the former, especially when the latter also had force on their side. Tenkai understood that more than anyone else in the Order. The only way to turn the tide was to outsmart them, and outsmarting a mage was always a tall order. "We should press them with our other long-range weaponry for now. Our firing lane may be clear, but we don't have an opening. Yet." @Fierach
  6. Working on mine. I’ll try not to hold up.
  7. The Order will be there, so naturally Tenkai will be there as well. In what capacity, of course, is a matter of discussion now that everything discussed before no longer applies. I would like to be a part of this, since I did use the other subsequent stories to lay the groundwork for my own character development and canon going forward, and it would be nice to fulfill that investment. Granted, I know that in perspective I may not deserve that much and won’t entirely bank my involvement on that. At the very least I’ll be there in acting capacity as deemed by Fierach. As for glory, that’s hard to say. “Glory” isn’t important to me here so much so as being true to my character. Tenkai was there when Nu Martyr fell and, at least in the post mortem we discussed @Ataraxy, Tenkai and Lilith fought there only for Lilith to prove impervious and ultimately victorious against the defending forces. I feel like he’d at least be somewhat invested in the fate of Nu Martyr and bringing the Cult to justice. However. I acknowledge that we never officially roleplayed that out, so I respect the notion that there may be no validity to what I’m asking. In which case, if it suits everyone, I can always retcon everything that was not written out specifically in the Nu Martyr defense and simply say that Tenkai was there and failed to stop the Cult. But it all that’s fine and you want to stick with that canon, I’m fine with keeping it. I guess the only “glory” I’d look for would just to be part of the team that fights Lilith directly. Part of that, since “major injuries” are being demanded of us, would be being able to also deal injuries (but obviously not fatal) to Lilith since the whole idea of the canon this sprang from was improving his sword to the point where it could actually wound her like a mortal. Mind you, this doesn’t mean I want a lion share of the “glory” from fighting Lilith, obviously there’s going to be more than one person fighting the Raid Boss here. I just want it to matter with regards to her capture and pose a proper threat. Again, I’m fine with being rejected if that doesn’t fly. In which case I’ll just retcon a few weaker spots in the canon and just, I dunno, help James fight Ankou or whatever Fierach wants to do. sorry, I know there’s a form to fill out, I’ll get to that later when we have this ironed out and I’m not on my phone.
  8. “No!!!” Tenkai watched as Asil made his bold attempt to strike down the weakened daemon, only to be impaled on its hellblade. After most of their group had been slaughtered by the Blackened Knight, Tenkai had resolved to prevent any further losses and send the beast screaming back into the Warp. But seeing another one of his comrades cut down was a painful blow, carrying with it the bitter sting of failure. It was a feeling he knew all to well, even in the days long before he joined the Order, before he even left his homeworld. There was a time when that biting edge would cut off a piece of him every time it struck, each successive failure chipping away his spirit and adding to his burden. No longer. Now every loss, every sacrifice made by those who fought alongside him and put their trust in him burned in a furnace of vengeful fury. As deleterious as the effects of revenge could be on ones karma, drawing them further down the Path of Asura, it was undeniably a powerful resource in times of desperation. It was a font of strength that Tenkai no longer hesitated to draw from when time came, and now was that time. Tenkai drew his sword back into a sha no kamae, a tail guard parallel to the ground as he focused his ki. The magitek circuitry in Muramasa’s hilt came to life in response to this abrupt surge in power. The monk and the sword’s combined aura rose from them like vapors as arcs of energy sparked to life and grounded themselves to the floor. He deepened the stance, turning his hips to the right until the sword was behind his back, an exaggerated posture that had far too many openings and impracticalities to be a functional guard. But it wasn’t a guard. Tenkai was simply winding up. Up until now, all they had managed to do was chip the daemon’s armor, riddle it with holes, small cuts and leave it hamstrung. Though this had clearly worn down the monster, such debilitations were only worrying cuts and flesh wounds to the daemonic champions of Khorne. It would not stop, carried forward by its unrelenting bloodthirst, so long as it could still move and function. The only way to put down these berserkers was with a decisive killing blow. And thanks to the relentless assault of Inquisitor Alexa and the Custodes, dealing such a blow was now possible. Tenkai made no move to advance. There would be no need to come within measure, for the daemon was already within measure. With the last of his strength, Asil managed to keep the daemon’s blade in place so that even if it gained the courage to betray its own nature and flee from Tenkai’s strike, he would not be able to do so. And though Tenkai would not end up hitting Asil, it was clear that the Greatsword’s fate was sealed. There was no way the daemon could use that against him now. I have HAD IT with you! “Zetsu...!!!” Having mustered up the strength, Tenkai swiftly raised the blade up from his exaggerated posture, transitioning into a high guard and cutting downward decisively in a single beat. “...Itto Ryodan!” 絶・一刀両断 Zetsu Itto Ryodan (Absolute One-Stroke Bisection) The sheer force of the ki released from Tenkai’s strike displaced a massive amount of air in the shape of a blade beam that streaked over the ground on a direct course with the daemon. It was similar to the attack Tenkai had used before, except far more condensed and far taller than the daemon. The wave blade would cut the Blackened Knight completely down the middle, armor and all, and still possess enough force to continue traveling down the corridor until it collided with part of the ship, dealing collateral damage to its cursed hull and whatever awaited in the room ahead.
  9. Tenkai was waiting outside the room, arms folded, not within earshot of the meeting itself but close enough to know when it had ended. As soon as he saw their guest being escorted out by the Custodes, he knew their business had concluded. Based on the way Ana was bantering with her escort, one would almost think that things had gone relatively smoothly. But that simply wasn’t the way body language worked, and Tenkai was a good enough reader of people to know that he outcome of this meeting was probably less than beneficial. He did not change his position as the broker passed by, paying no more than a passing one-eyed glance as the Custodes led her out of the Komturie. Tenkai hadn’t stepped two feet into the door of James’ office before his gauntlet communicator started beeping. It seemed like the Master Knight had wasted no time putting out an all-points bulletin after the meeting had concluded. This was no surprise, of course. James was a careful one, even when subterfuge was unlikely. One had to be that cautious when dealing with the sort of batters that the Order dealt with. There were always infiltrators seeking to compromise their operations. Switching off the alert with a push of a hard light terminal key, Tenkai relaxed his arm at his side and regarded James with his single eye. ”I take it that went well. You rang?” @Fierach
  10. They call him Panda on a platform called Discord.
    Bringin more destruction than a new world war.

    But on Valucre anyone will tell ya.

    He ain't no one trick pony livin' in a celler.


    His name's a Tenkai, the badass.

    And if you wanna go he'll give it to ya deadass.


    He'll draw his katana blade and cut you down.

    and the last thing you'll see is that serious frown.


    all you gotta do is give him some sass.

    He'll drop on you screamin' "FEAR MY MASS"


    Crushin' your windpipe with a fuzzy hug.

    Rollin' over and you're flat as a rug.

  11. Ren, is it?, thought Tenkai. A fairly simple name. Had it been short for a much longer given or chosen name? Would the spirit have even remembered, were it so? None of that mattered now. They had given their proper introductions, and Ren was in no mood to tarry. Eager to sate his worldly desire for combat, the spirit had made the first move as he sought to pressure the monk into attacking. Tenkai noted that his opponent was left-handed, something that could complicate matters of measure versus his own right-leading posture. Despite what could have been centuries of undeath, Ren’s positioning and footwork were still careful and calculated. This was no mere ghost whose warrior spirit was ground away by his own torment. Tenkai could tell that Ren fought as if he still lived and breathed. As the ghost suddenly half-stepped forward and moved to change his posture, Tenkai made a swift and sudden gathering step with his leading right foot, landing on the ball of his foot as he straightened the angle of his sword and reached out with his arms in order to poke Ren in his right elbow. @Spooky Mittens
  12. Tenkai's distraction had worked far better than he could have anticipated. With the daemon's attention focused on the monk, Guardian Drachenberg was given the opening needed to deliver a crippling blow. The halberd jammed into its heel would make it harder to move and turn on a dime, which is exactly what was needed in order to outmaneuver the beast. For her efforts, Lena had been repaid with a violent backhand, keeping her from pressing the advantage further. But she wouldn't need to. Her actions were not in vain, for the time the daemon had wasted switching its attention once more to an entirely different source of ire had taken its mind off of the one who had originally snatched it in the first place. It had made a grave mistake, for the brief moment it had been distracted by the Guardian was like an eternity for Tenkai to work with, closing the distance from the rear on the side near the Herald's crippled leg. Though that backhand had surely given it the satisfaction of crumpling Lena's form, it had also given Tenkai an unloaded and outstretched limb well within his measure. As if without warning, a flash of steel so bright and so brief that it could scar the very air shot out as Tenkai took full advantage of the opening, cutting the daemon's arm right at the elbow. Oh, did Tenkai love how much the warriors of Khorne were such slaves to their own aversion to showing weakness and cowardice that they so brazenly wore armor that would show off their "blessed" physique, corded muscles made of fibers like spun iron. Though their gauntlets and breastplates could protect them from blows and bear the mark of their god, their exposed biceps and elbows were prime targets. Against an ordinary swordsman with an ordinary sword, armor was a trivial thing to a Bloodletter, let alone a Herald of Khorne. But Tenkai was no ordinary swordsman, nor Muramasa an ordinary sword. Landing that strike earlier had managed to achieve two things. It left the daemon feeling overconfident in its own gifts, knowing that the blades of its enemies could not pierce its hide. However, it also gave Tenkai a fairly good idea of the thickness and toughness of the daemon's flesh, with his hands honed by years of training and test-cutting to understand just what kind of force and angle was needed to drive his blade through it. Enemies who relied on their armor-like skin did not last long against Tenkai so long as he was able to land a few hits to get used to the resistance. That was why this time around, there was no getting stuck half-way through the muscle or stopped by bone. Tenkai's Muramasa would end up cleaving straight through the limb in a single clean stroke, severing it at the elbow and leaving it disarmed. And while simply disarming a Herald of Khorne was in no way a finishing blow, it would be more than enough to turn the tables on the creature and overwhelm it.
  13. The matter of Tenkai being a monk was a confusing one indeed, both true and yet in several ways not quite accurate. He certainly looked the part, at least as far as his manner of dress, his adherence to Buddhism and other aesthetic evidence. Indeed, he had been instructed alongside his brother monks at a Buddhist temple many years ago, long before he ventured off-world to live the life most people knew him from. Yet his chosen path in life had led him in directions that he could not truly follow the strict tenets of a monastic. This was reflected in the fact that he had not shaved his head into a tonsure. Given the manner of death-dealing that invariably followed with being a "professional thorn-in-the-side", Tenkai knew that if he ever was to free himself from the Samsara, it would not be in this life. Thus would his own path to Buddhahood was delayed so that he might do what he could for others to have their chance to go before him. In a strange way, this would make him a "shepherd-like bodhisattva", though Tenkai would never accept such a thought so long as he wielded a sword in violence. To that end, what little she knew of him was perhaps the one thing he came to be known most by. Thus did Tenkai seem far more like a samurai than a monk, as much as he denied the former. And yet for as skilled at killing with the sword as he so seemed, if he was truly here to hunt her down in such a way, he had already failed. Brandishing a sword so suddenly in the middle of a casino was a great way to make a mess of things very quickly. After all, Tenkai could no longer benefit from the privilege of anonymity. Ever since he very publicly stood with the Order and the Terrenus military in defense of Last Chance, he was no longer just a random nobody wandering around slaying demons. Hasty actions on his part carried ramifications for both himself and the Order. That said, putting himself out in the open like that was such an amateurish move that it was hard to think that anyone so experienced in combat would ever do something like that. This meant one of two things; either Tenkai was not as good as she had thought, or he wasn't here to kill her. If the truth was the latter, then why exactly was he here? Tenkai turned to her as she spoke. If he had recognized her at all beneath that glamour, he certainly didn't show it. She may as well have been a stranger to him, which was not to say they were ever truly familiar back in the day. As he turned his head to her, however, it would be clear that time had not been kind to the monk. She had remembered that he was a monk and good with a sword, but part of what had made him such a "goody gumdrop" was how warm and friendly he had been, almost annoyingly peaceful and optimistic when he wasn't fighting. After all, how else would such a moniker enter her head upon the sight of him? Yet something had clearly changed about Tenkai, and it wasn't just the fact that he was very clearly missing his right eye. The eye that remained was calm yet scrutinizing, wary but not apprehensive. It was a look of healthy suspicion, one that she would feel far more familiar with than a cloyingly bright-eyed gaze and far more comfortable than a cocksure ogling. "I guess I'm in luck," he said plainly with the slightest of smiles and nods. "Let's hope that bodes well for this game." Little did she know, Tenkai didn't have to play the uncultured traveler to pull this off. Though he was not entirely unaware of how certain games worked, his experience with them was actually lacking. He understood a bit of how blackjack worked, but his acquaintance was clearly the more experienced of the two, and he considered anything she wished to impart on him valuable information. All good covers were at least in some way rooted in an honest truth. Tenkai listened as Gloria explained the rules briefly, a small nod here and there to show that he understood what she was saying. It seemed that the game was as much as he had pictured, a tenuous balance between luck and skill bolstered by one's aptitude for numbers and probability. Truth be told, a man of Tenkai's skills would probably be far better suited to poker than blackjack, as he was far better at reading tells and gleaning intention from eye movement and facial expressions. Both of them were psykers of some fashion, but Tenkai was no mind-reader or manipulator of probability. Gloria's psionic abilities were likely more robust, though she probably didn't need to use them here. "Mm," Tenkai replied with a small nod. As she gave him the run-down of the rules, the dealer had already set about preparing the game. It seemed like dealing the cards, as was his wont. He dealt the first card to Tenkai, face up. The 9 of Hearts. The next card he dealt to himself, which turned out to be the Jack of Clubs. The dealer dealt Tenkai his second face-up card, this time being the 9 of Diamonds. The dealer's second card was dealt face down. "18," said the dealer, though that much was evident to Tenkai. He may not have been an avid card player, but he could do basic math. Thankfully, the cards he was dealt were not face cards, or else Gloria would have to explain how a "king" counted as a "ten". "Hit, stand or split?" Split? Tenkai understood what hit and stand were, at least from previous knowledge and Gloria's explanation. He had no idea what a "split" was. He'd pause for a moment in case Gloria wanted to provide a bit of information on splitting pairs. Of course, with a number as high as 18, it was probably close enough to 21 to be better used as a pair, and splitting would just require her to bet more chips. That was probably not something she wanted to risk on a newbie like Tenkai. "Stand." The dealer turned his hole card face up. 8 of Diamonds. 18 against 18. The dealer was forced to stand. "18. Push," he said, raking back his bet. It was a tie. Tenkai quirked his brow in amusement. This was actually quite fun. The dealer re-shuffled the deck and started another deal. Tenkai did This time Tenkai's was dealt the 2 of Clubs first. The dealer dealt himself the 10 of Clubs. Tenkai's second card was the 3 of Hearts. Once the hole card was dealt, the dealer spoke. "5. Hit or stand?" he said. The dealer could already tell Tenkai was inexperienced with the game by the way he used none of the common gestures to signal hitting and standing, so he'd continue to provide him with this options. "...Hit." The dealer dealt Tenkai another card. The 8 of Clubs. "13!" Tenkai did not hesitate. "Again." The next card was dealt. The Ace of Hearts. Perhaps that would have been a good time for Gloria to tell Tenkai that the Ace counted as either a 1 or an 11. In this case, it was automatically a 1, as an 11 would have made him go bust. "14! Hit or stand?" Once more, no hesitation. "Hit." 6 of Hearts. A 20. "Stand," said Tenkai almost immediately, waving his hand. The dealer turned over the hole card. 9 of Clubs. A 19 that was forced to stand against Tenkai's 20. He had won the hand. "19. Well played, sir!" said the dealer as he pushed the chips over to Tenkai and Gloria. The monk turned to her. "I guess it did bode well," said Tenkai. "If your good luck hasn't completely rubbed off onto me, would you like to swap in?" @The Usual Suspect
  14. "I never said anyone begged me for it." Tenkai folded his arms, resigning himself to his decision. Despite his companions' displeasure, though only Arthur had managed to make it known, Tenkai wouldn't be dissuaded. Decisions such as these were always within his character to do so, and no influence from the Order would lessen nor bolster it. It was true that out of the lot of them, Tenkai was more or less the only one who was part of a larger collective that should all but disqualify from being considered "self-employed". This implied being bound by a code or a single unifying purpose which may or may not always clearly align with what was truly right or just for a situation. Orders were systems, and systems were often rigid. Tenkai could only imagine that his compatriots here had questions about that, given what he already knew about them. Artanthos had said nothing, but it stood to reason a fallen knight who rightly spurned knightly orders for their inherent corruption would feel similarly. Tenkai could understand the mistrust. After all, he had been the same way before he had joined the order. In some small way, it was still true. Despite it feeling like ages so far, he was relatively new to the Order compared to others, like the eager and hot-blooded Jinsoku. The distrust he felt as a representative of a larger order was the reverse of the distrust he had felt from some upon first joining, feeling he had not "earned his place" among them. Though ultimately respecting James's decision to induct Tenkai, there were still others he had to prove himself to before it was finally settled. It had been like the Vatican all over again, though now Tenkai was not entirely the same person anymore. And yet despite earning that trust, Tenkai still felt the need to keep himself distant. James had been fairly clear that Knights were not bound by oath, united solely by their shared causes, but there was always the lingering thought that he could let himself get too comfortable if he relied that assurance. He still held reservations about how close the Order was with the Imperium of Kadia, and James' penchant for glory-bound heroism clashed with Tenkai's pragmatism. There were even occasions where Tenkai had questioned whether he had done the right thing in choosing to join rather than remaining a ronin much in the same vein as Arthur and Artanthos. For good or for ill, Tenkai had to understand that being part of an Order had given him no small amount of privileges, something he had become fully aware of. He knew that it meant being unable to relate to the struggles he had once gone through and opened himself up to a new kind of scrutiny. Indeed, it was a scrutiny he needed to hold himself to as much as others would him, lest he find himself straying too far from his chosen path. Ultimately, this was the path Tenkai had chosen, and so long as it was he who chose it, he would accept whatever consequence came of it. "Mm. Perhaps not," Tenkai replied. "Not alone, at least." This was not meant to imply that anyone else give up their share for what was a seemingly futile effort. If anything, it was a reminder of why Tenkai ultimately decided to join the Order. It was a reminder of why despite having all of his hope in the goodness of adventurers literally clawed out of him, he still found himself joining with others on quests like these. Because there were some things he just couldn't do alone. Tenkai listened to Arthur and Archibald discuss the matters of their quest while Artanthos set abound his business stabling his mount. Considering the latter, Tenkai couldn't help but spare a thought for Kuroshiro, his old friend that he had parted ways with long before venturing to this world. One of the last vestiges of his rose-tinted halcyon days on Gaia, the monk had left the gentle panda somewhere where he could live out the rest of his days peacefully. The path Tenkai had walked down since then was not one he wished to drag such a creature along with him, lest the suffering that came with it further burdened him with guilt. But now was not the time to be distracted by the past. Archibald was giving them much needed information, and Tenkai felt he at least had some way to contribute. "Portal activity?" Tenkai replied, not so much a question as it was an expression of surprise. Ever since the Order came into possession of the Cornerstone of Space, Tenkai's discussions with the Order's magitek engineers had taught him much in the way of how portals operate. He had thought he had understood enough about them through his experience with the City of Doors, but he had been quite wrong about that. Indeed, portals required a surprisingly large amount of energy compared to their size, a necessary expenditure in order to open them as well as keep them stable. It was for this reason that most portals were temporary or required constant channeling to maintain them. Some portals required alternative means of energy or channeling, as the power required would otherwise tear a mage apart. On top of that, it was never as simple as simply opening a space big enough for one's body to pass through. There were factors that had to be accounted for, such as where the portal was opening to or from, the sheer scope of the space-time they cut across and, most importantly, the power of that which passed through them. "If a portal was opened in Yh'mi that created an energy spike large enough to grab Dr. Heydrich's attention, then this doesn't bode well," said Tenkai. After all, who or what on this world or another would possibly want to enter Yh'mi in such a manner? And yet, perhaps a far more dire implication would be what could be using such a portal to escape Yh'mi? If James' original hypothesis about these lands were true, either possibility was potentially catastrophic. Nevertheless, there was no need for him to bring that up just yet. These were mere postulations for now, requiring more evidence of their probability before they became relevant. They were to proceed with all due haste regardless. Tenkai nodded to Artanthos in agreement. "A sound plan. We should be on our way." @Spooky Mittens@Damnatus@Voldemort@Phoebe@Fierach
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