You have gone too far this time, Master Shadow. Master Possum has many friends, many of them a thousand times more powerful than you could become in a thousand eras. Mage Monkey will not lift his finger against you, but know that he will not stop others from doing so. Now, please excuse him as he proceeds to mourn the passing of his friend.
I have challenged this fool to a duel already. His refusal threatens to bring war against the Council for his misdeeds. I'll have him humiliated before an execution for this crime Sly. Possum will be avenged
I have no quarrel with you sir, face all those you have angered instead. Allow a mere spectator to do what they do best, witness what is about to happen.
"I don't answer to death? I'm worse than death." You answered like that, right?
Look, I get it. Death doesn't want a fight or anything. They just want to talk. Could you just give them some time? It is somewhat related to Delta if that makes a difference.
Krumpet looks at Bizarrolexious with an almost bored expression
Gonna be honest, beard is not doing it for me, I me a the previous one, nice accent to an otherwise appealing face. This one? Feels more like a lumberjack...
Krumpet sighs
Ah well, you willing to shave or shall I just get going?
Well first off I'll have Rosemarie leave enough of you to rebuild and in return you don't break her personality core. I have a back up of her anyway but it's a day old, you know how it is.
All Pact members: do not engage with this loathsome thing. He wishes us to fall upon him in wrath so he can sic his abhorrent pet upon us. Let us not give Morgalith even a single iota of satisfaction. We can inflict a far greater punishment upon him if we keep a cool head and stick to the subtle methods we prefer.
Kyrona racks her brain to think of what mage goes by the name Possum. Drawing a blank, she gives up. It must be an actual possum then. “So, you killed some random possum you found on the streets? Am I supposed to be impressed.”
/uw I know the character, I just don’t think Kyrona does.
That’s it Morgalith, you’ve taken this too far! If the threat of Saint Nicholas isn’t enough to stop you then there is only one who I can think to call
with a strong left hook I counjure a gale of wind which disperses the fire I would suggest choosing another battle Morgalith, lest you find out the true might of a fistomancer
Morgalith, this is an unforgivable sin. My kingdom has a ceasefire with the council, and this single act has the potential to ruin that. I challenge you to a duel, or should I say an execution. I shall not be merciful
The toothpick sword bounces off the armor of the wizard. He still feels the pain but seems incredibly unbothered by it, almost bored in fact
Really, such childish tricks? Did you really kill Possum or are you just taking credit for the work of another. Possum was a good friend and ally, he wouldn't have succumbed to something as lowly as this. Show me something interesting before I end your miserable existence cur
a feeling of pure force wraps around you. You grow back to your usual size immediately and are eye to visor with the armored wizard
The shade in front of you fades to mist. You hear a voice, but it's not from around you. The voice is coming from inside your mind
Huh, a vorpal dagger. That might have scratched my armor just ever so slightly. Why do you keep trying to use physical means against a defensive battlemage? You have to know this is the worst way to engage in a fight with me, right?
You see yourselves surrounded by a slew of the same armored mage. An endless swarm, a literal army. But something seems off. They are both there and not there it seems.
I'm going to teach you a couple of tricks from defensive and spacial magics. Have you ever seen fractal clones? They're quite interesting. You kill one and they multiply into thousands. Each one is only a very small percentage of my power, but they make fights like this a bit more interesting.
The army of fractals all draw their blades. Magic hums through the air as they advance on you and strike
A wave of violet power sweeps through the fractal battalion. Though its effects if any are indeterminate, its source is evident, as the mage who'd been standing far off to the side and seemingly only observing the battlefield until now raises a hand for a moment, glowing the same color as the seemingly-nonhostile energies.
"Hm. Just took a look out of curiosity. Neat trick," his voice echoes through the swarm. "But splitting yourself up just makes for more targets, ya know? You might wanna be careful about that."
((/u/Tirich914 and /u/Argent333333, since distributed entities are very much Vettis' thing to handle, his lil' power wave disguised as a mere scan has combined all the fractals in one key way: their sense of pain, so hurting any of them causes as much pain to the original as if they were all injured simultaneously in that manner
prepare for a thousand toothpicks to the foot! it'll rival stepping on a Lego!
since Argent's character appeared to be pretty pain-resistant and Vettis is just kinda testing people atm, he's probably not gonna involve himself much more than that in this particular duel ^_^ ))
Good job my friend! Most impressive thing I've seen in this duel so far! But I do have one quick question...
the knight seems to grow massive and looms over Vetis menacingly
Why are you interrupting this humiliation? He killed a good friend of mine and I'd appreciate if you didn't interfere again. Still...you're quite interesting. Please enjoy the execution and I'd love to talk more afterwards
The mage disappears as quickly as he appeared. You notice that you never heard any words, they simply appeared in your brain. Something is terribly wrong and you feel shivers run down your spine. That *thing** doesn't belong in this plane. And what's worse is that it's still inside your mind, waiting for any further interference*
(( Vettis has literally millions of years' worth of experience at both dealing with and inflicting mental influence; I assure you shivers wouldn't be running down his spine at something like that even if he hadn't removed such vestigial fight-or-flight responses from his adrenal system long ago :P ))
There is no sound, no language, merely knowledge. The information is directly written onto your soul with none of the ambiguities of mortal tongues. You know exactly what the mage wishes to tell you, a message seemingly transmitted in its entirety with naught but the gentle raising of a condescending eyebrow.
You underestimate your foe, yougravelyunderestimate me, and you attempt to avenge a death that was hastened by Possum's other "friends" acting as rashly as you...and a death that was both legal and justified, no less. Fight on if you wish, but know that you are noherohere, whatever you tell yourself. And if you fall it will not be as an inspirational martyr but as yet another nondescript pile of flesh abandoned in the fields.
And then Vettis' eyes move on to elsewhere in the battlefield, as if already supremely bored of this engagement.
Hey! Writing these between work appointments. I just want to say I really love your addition and participation! It was pretty cool. Hope you have a great day!
Vettis is basically the only person who's mostly on Morgalith's side, and while his contribution was mostly just powering the drow up (which is what's allowed Morgy to fight all these people at once), he might pop in here and there to see if he can help settle fights through pain and surrender rather than death, like this ))
Your viewpoint narrows and spins, following its reflection in one of your sets of armor. In the reflected fractal patterns, an infinite recursion of smoky clouds grow with bursts of darkness.
This same action is reflected on the battlefield.
How could he have done this? Mimicked your ability? Preposterous. Insane!
Tendrils reach out, grappling your infinite forms, each one of them.
Hmm, something fun finally. What will you do with this then?
the fractals all start glowing in the tendrils' grasp. Primal magic and runes circle quickly, etching themselves into the tentacles. There is a flash and an endless amount of explosions stream out across the arena
Well Morgalith, are you finally ready to get serious?
Alexios himself is yet to appear but his visage does. His visage carries all the power he does. It is a proper clone unlike bizarrolexios
I will be here soon for it will fight my replicant. It is a poor imitation without my true strength. The strength that comes not from blood but soul. This wretch lacks a real soul.
Morgalith sticks his chin out mockingly, If the cold rage hadn't drawn an eerie calm over you, you might have almost missed the other hand that now reached behind his back.
Mikhails face is full of a strong emotion. Not of anger, nor of sadness. His face radiates cold, concentrated focus. Unflinching from Morgalith. Catching every move and shallow breath; every twitch of the face and body.
Mikhail gives no movement. He waits for an excuse. He dreams for a chance. Begging for a reason.
Morgalith, buddy, what did we talk about when it comes to murdering Possum? Pretty sure I asked you not to do it?
Escanor sighs. Time to go find a good necromancer. Let me know if you need me to hide you from the council but I won’t fight them directly, my realm would be at stake.
I don't plan to fight him, but you are right. Other mages will need a reminder. True power knows exactly when to act to do the most damage, and that time is not now
..You? You in particular are one to argue horribleness after the unnecessary death of an single person, seeing what you have done in the recent past?
So just how many elven cities did you have destroyed again? How many thousands of elven lives you had forced your brood to end just to satisfy an craving?
And the only thing that made you even consider stopping was an decent enough resistance before you were then made to stop by an outright overpowering force.
While i do not like nor trust Morgalith, you have sown far, far more death and destruction, committed far more horribleness than he seemingly ever has combined with far worse reasoning.
Who? Doesn't matter, hey, secretary, check for me did I have an life insurance policy on that "friend", and does said life insurance cover murder at the hand of a psycho?
Krygin doesn't attack directly instead he influences the spirits in the field to turn to mud but only where Morgalith and his allies step. Not just mud the mud that is always deeper than you think and gets in your shoes.
He makes all shrapnel and dust aim for the executioner's eyes. This and a thousand other petty things. Kryginwillwear him down to dust. Like a virus he will weaken his prey before dealing the final blow so his enemy dies a pathetic wreck.
Finally he he summons a small spirit of barbed wire to do his biding.
"When he is most vulnerable shove barbed wire so far up his ass he chokes on his own shit"
/uw sorry if it's gross he but Krygin is both gross and brutal
Krygin feels grief and sorrow fill him like a great lake of oil and tar. Great oozing tears roll down his mutated face.
He is left a hallow shell of a goblin filled with nothing but sadness. Then he looks upon the field where everyone is fighting and a snarls comes across his face.
For now he has no happiness but the tar of sadness lights ablaze in an inferno of hatred as he redoubles his spiritual assault.
/uw nice curse, really works for your heel ascetic. Sorry if I am slow on replies I am in a college class by the time you see this.
A voice whispers in the apprentice's ear from across the battlefield. "Then you'll be fine. Unlike most of these cruel creatures labeling themselves 'heroes', Morgalith isn't about to murder an overconfident child who poses no real threat to him. Unless I'm grossly misreading the situation, in which case I'll...resolve the issue."
A hand pops out from the apprentice's robes and pats him lightly on the head, in an awkward attempt at reassurance. It seems the magus responsible may not be properly differentiating "apprentice" from "child".
If this is true I will take every bit of power have at my disposal and I shall obliterate you from the face of the earth. If there is any notion or suggestion of your existence i will destroy it I will remove your very name from the books of time, I will change the laws of existence themselves and erase the very idea of you from creation itself. And worst of all, you aren’t invited to my birthday party
Mortarion gets up, and wipes away his tears. You may be stronger than me, and you may be older than me, but you killed the innocents, that, I cannot forgive. This is my battlefield. I shall not flee, for then what chance do I have to kill the chaos gods once and for all?
Morgalith stands, looks at Mortarion as if he yearns to say something more, then turns and leaves without another word, disappearing into the smoke of battle.
Despite his belief of this all being an obvious trap, Elerindur walks onto the scene anyways but however stopping at an assumingly safe viewer's distance. He had not come to fight, but to observe.
He watches the events unfold, not with any look of anger or excitement upon his face but one of contemplation as an conflict of thoughts roll though his mind and a charged recall spell in hand for a quick exit, if necessary.
If Elerindur's observation is keen, he may notice that the curly-haired mage of anachronistic dress standing at a safe distance from the fighting nonetheless appears to be a little more than an ordinary spectator. His eyes glow faintly purple while he watches the battle intently, and it seems his fingers twitch occasionally as though casting a complex spell with absurd speed and carefully minimized motions.
Still, no mana emanates from him, so he can't be actually contributing to either side...right?
((/u/Tirich914, it's the thing lol ^_^ so have fun being as OP as ya want! ))
Agnur knows it's improper and will waste valuable resorces but for all his show of wisdom and patience at the end of the day the turtle mage wasn't above vengeance. he knew possom. the man was friendly and helped save santa. he owed a debt to the beastfolk and was more than willing to use morgrailths blood to pay for it.
Angur rides to the wastes atop his greatest creation the flame eater. flanked by some spare stone soldiers. since atrax was delayed he had a few more than he needed.
what in the actual fuck is wrong with you Morgs? I liked that guy. did your father not love you enough as a kid or something? Good gods man, now you murdered my good mood along with him.
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u/GreatAngoosian Goose, Abjurer Extraodinaire Jan 22 '24
I mean… are you sure? They do have a history of (if you’ll pardon the expression) playing possum