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Author Topic: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)  (Read 5976 times)

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #40 on: March 03, 2022, 03:40:06 PM »
Soul Reaver looks over his shoulder at Jharm, and almost imperceptibly nods his head - the seraphim's words echo his own thoughts.

But just as he prepares to strike, intending to tell Gulgrim to unleash his might on the invader, Jharm's hammer strikes the ground with a blinding flash!...

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #41 on: March 03, 2022, 03:50:21 PM »
Jihon speeds through the ship as fast as he can, his triton smashing aside the occasional orky bitz of machinery and cargo that get in his way.

He returns just in time to the viewport to get a sense of the standoff - the shaman and companions holding Kitharsis within a circle of power, and two dark figures approaching.

"Hey guys, I'm-"

Then Jharm's hammer smashes into the ground and for a moment, everything goes white!

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #42 on: March 06, 2022, 11:26:14 PM »
The void around him shudders as he continues cleansing it, as if it was recoiling from him.

Having no physical form Kitharsis finds it incredibly easy to cleanse the darkness around him.  It takes little to no effort to cleanse as much as hours, if not days of meditation would have before.  He finds the purified oasis around him growing exponentially around him.

And then, sudden resistance.  As if the void was pressing in on him from all sides.  Kitharsis strains against it, seeking to cleanse whatever he can before he is sealed away.  With the darkness weakened, it will be easier for the Shaman and his companions to be rid of it.

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Inside the barriers, the dark form of Kitharsis struggles against the barriers and bindings.  He draws upon more and more of the dark energy, slow as it is.  It is like breathing through a straw, barely enough to survive, but necessary.

When the other two Tirthandara arrive and begin distracting the Shaman and the others, Kitharsis stops struggling and goes oddly silent and still.  He is finally alerted to the presence of the real Kitharsis still lingering.  It is of no matter.  The dark energy will consume him in time, no matter how resilient he is.  Or so he thought.

As the energy begins getting purified from within he gasps.  This shouldn't be possible.  He is directly tied to the source.  If Kitharsis begins purifying the energy now he threatens to weaken, if not destroy the Tirthandara.

Outside of the barriers, the two Tirthandara make their move, setting the companions on guard.  The Shaman is distracted, preparing for an attack.  The blasted Soul Reaver looks like he was going to rally them together for a counter attack.  And then Jharm makes a move.  A very advantageous move.

The Seraphim slams his hammer down, producing a bright, blinding flash.  Now is his chance!

Even as the barriers press down on him it doesn't take an instant for Kitharsis to rise to his feet, throw his arms wide, and roar as an enormous amount of energy surges through him.  The energy overflows his body as it pours out and floods the inside of the barriers.  It is impossible to see through the violent mass of power coursing inside.  Something large smacks into the side of the barrier before hitting the ground.

The two Tirthandara who had just arrived stop in their tracks.  The multiple stout ones stand and cross their arms in front of them, and the taller one simply tosses his head back and laughs.

The energy inside the barrier subsides, and as the dust settles there are two forms within.  Dark Kitharsis kneels in the center, a wicked grin planted on his face.  He extends one of his arms toward a figure leaning against the side of the barrier.

The figure leaning against the side of the barrier looks exactly like Kitharsis, albeit with tan skin that reminds one of the desert sands.  He is clearly disoriented, and having a difficult time bearing the force of the multiple barriers. 

The Shaman, in disbelief simply mutters, "How?"

"We've had our eye on that one for a long time."  One of the many stout Tirthandara says.  "No one should be able to affect our power the way he does.  We couldn't deal with him with you bastards hanging around.  But once he gave in and stopped his little meditation act we knew he must be desperate."  He chuckles,  "We knew the real Tirthandara had emerged.  And now it looks like you're going to seal both of them away.  Tsk Tsk."

A mass of energy blooms in Dark Kitharsis's outstretched palm.  It appears that he is preparing to attack the helpless other Kitharsis that has appeared.

The Shaman grits his teeth.  Uncertainty wrinkles his brow.  He sighs, before looking to the companions.

"Drop the barriers.  But watch these two.  We must save Kitharsis before he is destroyed."

The mass of energy in Dark Kitharsis's palm swells, threatening to burst and annihilate the real Kitharsis.

"Now!"  The Shaman shouts as he dispels all of his runes and barrier.  He lunges toward the real Kitharsis, intent on shielding him from Dark Kitharsis's attack.

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #43 on: March 07, 2022, 07:11:05 AM »
Soul Reaver reopens his eyes just in time to see a second Kitharsis emerge within the shaman's barrier.

He is silent for a moment as the shaman and the dark Tirthandara speak.  But the moment that the shaman dispels the barriers and the Dark Kitharsis begins to raise his hand in attack, Soul Reaver acts - looking over at Gulgrim, he indicates the other two Tirthandara.

"Attack them!"

Trusting Gulgrim's penchant for violence, Soul Reaver drops his runic seals and unleashes the spell he had been preparing - though not at the initially intended target.  As he gestures, a narrow circle of metal around the dark Kitharsis superheats itself into a liquid state, instantly rises and closes up, then re-cools.  In a matter of a couple of seconds, it has trapped the sinister twin inside a hollow cocoon of steel.

Soul Reaver knows this won't hold his foe for long.  Hefting Blooddrinker, he snarls as he backs up toward the light Kitharsis, ready to defend him from whichever direction the next attack may come from.

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #44 on: March 07, 2022, 05:10:10 PM »
'Attack them!'

And just like that, the floodgates are opened. Gulgrim's frustrated scowl instantly transitions into a manic grin, green lightning surging around him as he raises his Cybork arm, a shadow of a larger, green translucent ork arm rising up in the wake of the gesture, before he swipes the arm horizontally across, the massive spectral Ork's arm unleashing a wild haymaker aimed to swipe across both the opponent Tirthandarans and the dark Kitharsis, a huge fist the size of a small boulder sweeping everything in its path. In the aftermath, Gulgrim leaned into a firing stance, Mork's Teef (or was it Gork's Teef?) appearing in his left hand as he laid down a torrent of ballistics in the general direction of the enemy, cackling madly with the staccato of gunfire.

"Haha ha! This is what we like best!"

The Warboss was in the fray, and it wouldn't end until he was sure that he'd won.

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #45 on: March 15, 2022, 11:20:52 PM »
(proper character exit)

It happened fast, though he'd long felt its presence since their departure from the eye. With the Eye of Terror now closed, a rift split the seams of reality with surgical precision, opening into a portal behind the Nephilim Lord. "Ilixandros." a bass voice called from the other side. Without turning, the Nephilim Lord simply stood with a sigh. The Guardian Orden had called for him. "You are needed." the voice, connected to a hooded figure of identical height to him, held a calm familiarity to its tone. Stepping forward to the glowing threshold of the portal, the shadows of the figure's hood pulled away, revealing a face exactly like Danyael's own. In fact, it was Danyael's face - one of his many echoes, in fact. "We are needed" the echo corrected.

He knew he couldn't tarry any longer in this universe, for the world of Caim Solais was more than just the headquarters of the new Guardian Orden, it was also an embassy for the Imperium Sanctus itself. And his duties stretched well beyond fighting alongside his Companions. The images flowed freely from the Echo into the Nephilim Lord, as the exchange of memories commenced anon. And in unison, both the Echo and the Nephilim Lord looked to the companions, to his dear friend Kitharsis, and bowed low in formal apology. He had to attend to the Orden's matters, though he knew he would return as soon as  all tasks were tended to. "I'll return if I can." Danyael said as he stood tall, turned on a heel and stepped through without hesitation. He had faith that the situation with Kitharsis would get sorted in as best a manner as possible. And when he was able to return, perhaps he could see his comrade once again as the hero he knew him to be.

The portal snapped shut with a boom that fizzled into muted space as reality quietly mended itself back together. For now, the Nephilim Lord was off the field.
"Yeah, well, ya' better have a spatula where we're goin' cause my ass is frozen to this yak!" :o

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #46 on: March 25, 2022, 11:01:52 AM »
"So be it." 

The Seraphim sets his shield in front of him, shielding Light forming around himself and his Companions as he moves in front of the Shaman to protect him from the attackers as Gulgrims giant arm and barrage of bullets turn the entire area in front of him into a potential killzone.  He glances to the side slightly as Danyael suddenly disappears through a portal.

"Well...that's that then I suppose."
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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #47 on: March 31, 2022, 10:38:04 PM »
The Shaman reaches Kitharsis before Dark Kitharsis can execute his attack.  A pyramid of green energy springs to life around the helpless Kitharsis and the Shaman just as Soul Reaver's molten metal trap rises around Dark Kitharsis.

Still recovering from his containment, Dark Kitharsis is caught in the metal shell quite easily.  The metal creaks as he flexes against it. 

"Fool."  He mutters.  Both he and Soul Reaver know this won't hold him for long.  He goes to speak further, but is quickly cut short by a spectral green arm aimed directly at him.  Dark Kitharsis grits his teeth and leans into the attack as the metal trembles around him.

The swing connects soundly, ripping the metal panel from the floor and sending Dark Kitharsis careening though the air.

"Quit messing around!"  The taller Tirthandara shouts, as Dark Kitharsis sails overhead.

The stout one just shakes his head, until a giant skeletal hand manifests out of the air to catch the battered Dark Kitharsis and cushion his landing.  It clutches the metal case around him and squeezes, bending and weakening the metal enough that Dark Kitharsis easily tears the rest of it away from himself.  The hand disintegrates into dust behind him as he slides to the floor.

"Maybe we should keep the other one, if that's how you handle yourself."  The stout one says with a smirk.

"No."  The tall one says, his serious tone quickly wiping the smirk off the others face.  "Now that he is separate he can finally be destroyed.  It's time to get serious."

A torrent of gunfire rains down on them, punching holes into the ship around them, but harmlessly bouncing off of their thick skin.

The two new Tirthandara flare up multiple tattoos on their bodies.  Those sensitive to it can feel another massive buildup of energy from both of them.

"If you step aside, we will be done with that new one in a moment."  The tall one explains, yet the tone of his voice is menacing.

"I for one won't allow it!"  The Shaman shouts from within the pyramid.  He winces, and the barrier walls waver for a moment.  It is clear he is straining past his abilities.

"Very well."  The tall one barks.  "Prove your worth, Kitharsis, or we may just leave you here for the trouble you've caused." 

Multiple runes scrawling down the tall one's arms flare into life.  He springs directly toward Jharm and his glowing shield, meaning to test the strength of the Seraphim.  His arm lights up like a Christmas tree as even more runes flare to life.  The well of power behind his swing his immense.  He aims directly at the center of Jharm's shield.

The Stout one and his many clones turn their eyes toward Soul Reaver.  They quickly maneuver to flank him, arms outstretched.  Beads of energy form in their palms, before each of them fires off multiple blasts of energy.  They seemingly come from all sides as the clones keep circling.  The main one moves closer, looking to capitalize on the barrage to close the distance.

Chafing at the comment about leaving him behind, Dark Kitharsis clenches his fists and scowls at Gulgrim.  Multiple tendrils of dark energy wrap around his arms, similar to how his old tattoos would function.  He charges toward Gulgrim, swinging his arms and snapping the tendrils like whips at the big green Ork.


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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #48 on: April 06, 2022, 09:21:30 PM »
Jihon's vision returns as everything goes to hell.  He sees Danyael forced to leave the companions, and Kitharsis split into two, worsening their odds significantly.

The barrels of his gatling gun waver, moving from the dark Kitharsis, to the stout Tirthandara, to the tall one, then back again, as he tries to figure out what to shoot.  Then, the tall one attacks Jharm, the stout one multiplies himself to attack Soul Reaver, and the dark Kitharsis engages Gulgrim.

"Screw it!"

The gatling gun roars into life and fires a stream of bullets at the tall Tirthandara.  The triton barrels forward, its beam sabre crackling into life as Jihon tries to close the distance to assist Jharm.
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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #49 on: April 09, 2022, 06:16:50 PM »
Gulgrim had his opponent, and they were so good as to come directly at him, forgoing silly things like cover or fear in the face of a beast like Gulgrim. Good. The Warboss's grin only grew at sight of a good fight approaching, and he pulled the Kaptin's Kutlass into his right hand as he charged to meet the dark Kitharsis, gun still blazing hot as green flames and arcs of emerald electricity sparked to life all around the Ork. The violent energy formed its own whipping coils of power to lash at Kitharsis's assault, sparks flying and explosions popping where the two opposed powers met while their wielders charged into melee with each other. Gulgrim didn't let up on the trigger at all during the approach, the staccato of ballistics playing counterpoint to the warring mystical powers.

But while Gulgrim was kunninly brutal, he was also brutally kunnin. As he crossed those final steps to close the distance between himself and his opponent, he raised his Kutlass high, preparing for a mighty downward swing and....Vanished. A crack of green lightning carried the Warboss from the Tirthandaran's view as he suddenly reappeared behind his opponent with a rush of displaced air, his heavy-handed chop having turned into a pointed thrust, the Kaptin's Kutlass aimed to literally stab the dark version of his ally in the back.

"Mork sez 'ello, ya spikey git!"

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #50 on: April 09, 2022, 08:16:57 PM »
The Seraphim slides backwards at the tall ones assault, his shield held firm in front of him. Grunting he slams his hammer down into the ground and stands firm before his shield suddenly flares brightly in a blinding flash of light.

"For the Light!" 

The angellic warrior surges forward, his large hammer whistling through the air as he advances on the tall Tirthandaran.

"I gave you a chance for peace, and yet you clearly refuse.  I should have expected as much from wielders of Darkness!"

His eyes flare brightly as he channels Light through himself, imbuing his shield and hammer with it as he works to subdue the aggressor before him.
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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #51 on: April 16, 2022, 02:05:51 AM »
Soul Reaver finds himself surrounded by a cloned mass of his previously lone opponent.  The hope that they might be illusions is dashed as they unleash a very real barrage of energy blasts from every direction.

Blooddrinker is a blur in the air, moving of its own accord as it attempts to intercept the blasts.  Each projectile it impacts fizzes out harmlessly into a spray of fast-dying sparks.  But there are many projectiles, and Soul Reaver is unable to completely parry them all, taking multiple hits that scorch and bloody his flesh.  He backs away from the main Tirthandaran approaching him.

But his retreat is a calculated one - his backing up toward a wide metal support beam, covering his rear.  And as he retreats, he murmurs a spell.

Within his chest he feels a bubbling swell of mana, crackling and surging against his ribcage.  It requires immense force of will to keep it contained, concentrated, focused.  His defense serves only to buy him the time needed to build it to its ultimate crescendo.

Soul Reaver claps a fist onto his chest and unleashes the power as a blue-white circular shockwave of kinetic and burning force.  The beam behind him is almost split in two and the ground buckles and screeches the Shockwave's passing.

The Tirthandaran all around around him are in the direct line of fire, and none moreso than the one now almost within melee range.

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #52 on: May 05, 2022, 02:09:51 PM »
The gatling gun fire aimed at the tall Tirthandara's flank would in most cases be very effective.  Each bullet finds itself blocked by a layer of energy surrounding the Tirthandara's body.  With each impact one of the runes on his upper arm blinks, as if counting each blow.

The tall Tirthandara hops backward just out of reach of Jharm's hammer once the Seraphim slams it down on the ground.  The suspiciously blinking tattoo on the tall Tirthandara's shoulder grows brighter and brighter from each hit from the gatling gun, until it nearly rivals the shine of Jharm's weapons.

The tattoo was collecting the force of each blast from the gatling gun.  And with a slick grin the tall Tirthandara activates it, channeling the accumulated force of each projectile through his arm and directly toward Jharm.

"Thank you for the assist."


The stout Tirthandara presses his attack, as Soul Reaver braces himself against a support beam.  He nearly notices the buildup of mana too late.  Before the powerful shock wave reaches him, each of his clones throws out a barrier in front of the original.  The barriers do not stop the attack, but once it tears through each one the stout Tirthandara is able to withstand the blow with arms crossed in front of him.

The clones do not fare as well, as nearly all of then are destroyed from the blue-white shock wave.

The remaining few, in poor shape as they are, rush toward Soul Reaver.  Their skin cracks as energy builds up inside of them, threatening to explode once they reach Soul Reaver.

Meanwhile the stout Tirthandara readies twin daggers from his belt.


Dark Kitharsis does not forget his time fight along side the Gulgrim.  The camaraderie between the companions is not a sentiment he shares with his pure twin.  It was simply information to use against them, at this point.

The staccato of ballistics peppers a dark swirling mass of energy encircling dark Kitharsis.  He relishes the melee as opposing tendrils of energy whip and crash into each other.  A blade of black crystal forms around his arm as he rises to meet Gulgrim's Kutlass.  And yet it whiffs in the air as the clever Ork materializes behind him.  The Kutlass threatens to literally stab him in the back.

The dark energy swirling around him reacts and clings to the Kutlass, halting its thrust enough that Kitharsis can dodge the deadly blow.  Even more strands of energy wrap around the Kutlass and attempt to travel up the Warboss's arm.  Dark Kitharsis spins independent of the energy and is now facing Gulgrim head on.  He rears back with the black crystal blade, mimicking Gulgrim's attempted thrust.  This time from the front.


The light Kitharsis still lies motionless inside the Shaman's barrier.  The green pyramid wavers for a moment once again as time ticks away.

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #53 on: May 18, 2022, 12:02:20 PM »
Ah, this opponent was worthwhile. Gulgrim's cybork arm grinds to a halt under the efforts of Kitharsis' mystic energy, and as the tendrils try to creep their way up the metal surface of his arm, the Tirthandaran turns to attempt to run the Warboss through. But as with all things combat, Gulgrim is never finished. The metal of the Cybork arm sparks and begins to vibrate as the tendrils of dark energy slink across its surface, and just before Kitharsis' thrust would pass into the range of threatening the Ork, it detonates, an explosion of WAAAGH!!! energy creating a shockwave to push the dueling entities apart, the splintered pieces of Gulgrim's recently replaced cybork arm flying in all directions, lacerating unsuspecting orks and anyone else standing too close to the battle between these two titans.

In the aftermath, Gulgrim is left standing a short distance back from his previous position, and once again in place of his Cybork arm burns a roiling mass of WAAAGH!!!fire vaguely shaped like a limb. The flames begin to burn brighter as the pitch of the battle grows more fierce, and Gulgrim holds the flaming appendage in front of his face, clenching blazing digits into a fist as his grin widens yet further.

"We'z need more o' dis. Whenever one o' yous gits turns all spikey I get a real gud fight. Can't wait for da next one ov ya ta decide you'z can't wait ta get krumped." The Warboss exclaims his excitement at the prospect of fighting yet more of his allies turned against him, as if this fight is already won and he is simply waiting for the next. Or perhaps anticipation is simply spilling out ahead of him. The thrill of the possibility causes the flames to flare up even more, concentrating a white-hot mass into his burning fist as he thrusts it forward, a condensed blast of Orkish power hot enough to burn holes through the ship he was standing on rapidly chewing through the distance between Gulgrim and Kitharsis, deck plates melting and popping in its path as it seeks its prey.

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #54 on: May 18, 2022, 10:38:05 PM »
The destruction of the Eye of Terror had been of such a magnitude that it sent a ripple, of sorts, through the Warp that existed between universes. Perhaps a spectacular phenomenon to behold, were anyone there to witness such things. The proverbial tree that falls in the forest with none present to hear it.

But it so happened that, perhaps just this once, someone had been watching. Such an event had captivated the observer's attention, and the ripple's point of origin was quickly sought out. One dimension out of an incalculable multitude. Further scans were made - as swift as they were meticulous - and it was evident that there were still signs of intense energy readings there. Among those readings lay certain power signatures that were of the utmost interest.

After tracking these energies for so long, could their owners really be present here? There was only one way to know for certain.



Amidst the utter carnage that unfolded on the ship, a small portal tore open. One large enough for a person. Out of it stepped a slender figure clad in a suit of all-concealing armour. The figure glanced around at the scene from beneath a hood, under which a large visor glowed like molten metal... just in time to notice the massive, muscle-bound form about to barrel past it.

The newcomer just barely managed to dive out the way and avoid a thoroughly brutal krumpin', before quickly arising from the floor in readiness for the next attack. Curiously, the stranger's armour showed no signs of damage from exposure to the intense heat that radiated from Gulgrim's mighty punch. Even the cloth raiment that was worn over the armour didn't bear so much as a scorch mark.

After recovering from that near miss, the figure swiftly adopted a defensive posture. Senses both technological and supernatural swept the area, trying to take stock of the situation and keep an eye out for any immediate danger at the same time. With a subtle gesture from one of the figure's four hands, the gravity a couple or so metres around it was imperceptibly altered. Whoever were to attempt charging the armoured stranger, or fire any projectiles toward them, would find their efforts to be surely misdirected by this localised field.

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #55 on: May 21, 2022, 03:32:19 PM »
The Seraphim finds himself launched backwards from the wave of force emitted from the tall Tirthandara, sending him flying back into the wall behind him. His large form slams into the rickety Ork metal, caving around him.  Jharm grits his teeth and glares at the Tirthandara as his form starts to glow brightly.

"I am tired of this nonsense!"

Swinging his hammer with all his force he sends the weapon sailing directly at his opponent as the shield on his other arm vanishes.  He then launches himself off the damaged wall behind him, flying full speed directly at the Tirthandara as bright white light flares around his fists.
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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #56 on: May 25, 2022, 12:09:58 AM »
Jihon grimaces in the cockpit as his bullets are used to fuel the tall Tirthandaran's attack and turn it on Jharm.

However, the tall Tirthandaran has failed to move out of the way of Jihon's charge.  Now just a short distance from his target and wary to position himself so he won't be in the firing line of Jharm's hammer, Jihon ignites the triton's thrusters for a sudden burst of acceleration.  He sends a huge metallic rising knee kick at the creature, following up with a slash from his threateningly humming beam sabre.

Were he not so engrossed in the battle, he might have noticed the warning notifications and sensor spikes appearing on his console as reality bends and collapses behind him and a new warrior enters the battlefield....
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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #57 on: May 25, 2022, 06:22:49 PM »
Soul Reaver plants his feet and hefts Blooddrinker two-handed, his eyes fixed on the stout Tirthandara.  He begins to advance just as the clones come running toward him, cracks forming on their bodies as they do so.

But whenever they are just about close enough to explode, they are met by a lightning-fast thrust or slash from the crimson blade.  The explosion from their bodies, rather than ripping violently outward, finds itself drained away into the hungry sword.  The clones' bodies collapse and implode, leaving only ash and dust to rain through the air as the blade redirects to strike in the next direction.  All the while Soul Reaver never takes his gaze from his target, closing the distance inexorably and methodically...

At least, until he senses the opening of a Warp Gate, and the arrival of a new, powerful spiritual signature.  Momentarily caught off guard, Soul Reaver glances to his side to see a robed figure emerge from the Warp and barely avoid being incinerating by the barreling form of Gulgrim.  The figure neatly rolls onto its feet, then with a gesture, initiates some sort of unidentifiable localized flux of energy.

Judging from its defensive posture, the figure was not expecting to arrive in the midst of a fight and was assessing its surroundings.  Soul Reaver, wary that even this momentary distraction could cost him dear, shouts a warning, both physically and telepathically, in the hopes the newcomer will hear and understand one or the other.

"Traveller, take cover and get to safety!  I do not wish to embroil the innocent in this fight!"
Traveller, take cover and get to safety!  I do not wish to embroil the innocent in this fight!

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #58 on: May 26, 2022, 09:14:23 PM »
At Soul Reaver's warning, the newcomer's head immediately whipped round in his direction. A warning conveyed by multiple means, expressly for getting the message across regardless of any language barrier.

It was only when the stranger's attention was focused on Soul Reaver that the realisation dawned. This swordsman was the focus of these energies that had been tracked across dimensions. Or one of them, rather. Any other recognisable signatures were as yet unaccounted for... and the midst of battle was a poor occasion to start cataloguing these findings.

The stranger then began to send back a message of its own, likewise through a telepathy of sorts so as not to risk any as-yet-unknown adversaries from overhearing. There was no voice that rang out so much as a set of words that burned themselves into Soul Reaver's mind.

You. We must speak. But first, you must survive. To this end, I will assist.

At first, the traveller went along with Soul Reaver's request, getting some distance from the chaotic battle as best as could be managed. But it had been watching him, studying his movements to determine his target. The stout Tirthandaran, if the swordsman's proximity and facing were any indicator.

When the moment of opportunity presented itself, the stranger raised one of its left hands, hurling a bolt of searing plasma in the stout Tirthandaran's direction. No sooner than the first shot was fired, the traveller was on the move, never staying in one place for too long as more were let loose. A decent screen of covering fire for Soul Reaver to take advantage of. All the while, the gravity field remained active around the caster in preparation for the inevitable retaliatory strike...

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Re: The Eye Closes (The Eye of Terror Epilogue)
« Reply #59 on: June 12, 2022, 11:01:55 PM »
The stout Tirthandara didn't expect an easy win with the explosions, but having them all absorbed by a blasted sword was rather insulting.  He grits his teeth as he clenches the daggers more tightly. 

"Now you're copying tall boy over there.  Absorbing my attackes like that sneaky bastard." 

Another warp gate opens, but there weren't any reinforcements coming from the fortress.  He raises an eyebrow at the newcomer, sizing him up quickly.

"It's starting to get deep in here."  He mutters.

Dark Kitharsis's skin is left smoking from the explosion of Gulgrim's arm.  This damned Ork was as clever as he was brutal.  His searing, white-hot spectral fist thrusts toward him.  Kitharsis focuses his own dark energy into a rival.  Channeling the seemingly limitless well of dark energy coursing through him.  The two spectral fists crash into each other, each trading advantage.  It appears to be a stalemate, for now.

The tall Tirthandara materializes a thick, spiked shield on his arm.  He swings wildly at Jharm's hammer, attempting to bat it away.  The blow is more solid than expected.  And while he does deflect Jharm's hammer, he is thrown off balance long enough for Jihon's thruster assisted rising knee to connect.  No tattoo blinks from the attack.  And the Tall Tirthandara barely has time to flare up a string of tattoos on his arm before blocking the slash from the beam sabre.

The stout Tirthandara surveys the battle, counting themselves outnumbered by exceptionally skilled foes.  The task was done.  That pure piss ant was disconnected from source.  And while they weren't able to destroy him and his companions at the same time, their day would come.

A bolt of searing plasma comes toward him as he deliberates.  He bats it away with a glowing fist.  It stings more than it should.  Even this newcomer was formidable. 

"Right, it's past our bedtime string bean.  Time to move along."  The stout one shouts.

"Easier said than done!"  The tall one responds, standing flanked between Jharm and Jihon.

"Fine, I'll request a snatch."

A tattoo of a lone symbol activates on the stout Tirthandara's back.  In a few seconds multiple warp gates open behind the three Tirthandara.  Multiple dark strands of energy wrap around the stout one, the tall one, and Dark Kitharsis. 

"We'll be seeing you."  The stout one says, blowing a kiss, before the tendrils yank each of them through the warp.  The gates snap shut quickly behind them.

The instant the Tirthandara leave, the Shaman falls to his knees.  The green barrier falls away, leaving he and the new, tan Kitharsis defenseless. 

"I've failed."  He says.  "But not entirely.  At least I've saved a piece of him.  The other will need to be dealt with.  They all will."

He sits back, looking toward the remaining Kitharsis.  "He will be fine.  The goodness of the Kitharsis you know lives on."  He furrows his brow.  "Whatever you were fighting must have been dire to push him so far.  I'm sorry you all are forced to fight and struggle so, but that is part of our duty."

"I'm sorry."  He says, bowing his head.