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Board Battles / Re: The Three-Edged Sword: Rallying to War
« Last post by Fallen Templar on December 30, 2025, 01:04:36 PM »Phaerys grew suspicious of the growing interference the deeper he attempted to probe into the well of darkness. No matter what he tried to bypass it, this interference seemed as if to respond reactively in countering his efforts. The only evidence pointing toward an outside entity was a unique energy signature, likely not native to this plane. The Ataran dutifully recorded these readings for later study.
He noticed the energy surge as the deities were felled – almost immediately they rose again, ready to face the Companions once more. The thunderous bellows of a certain Ork Warboss caught his attention for but a moment. Gulgrim had finally found the fight he was longing for – an opponent who would always get back up after a good krumpin’, raring for more. An Ork’s idea of true heaven.
Meaning Phaerys could be assured of a reliable diversion. Good. It would likely be needed.
With the knowledge that the wells were being used to empower and revive the twin divinities, Phaerys looked from the well beside him to the raging battle, his mind racing. Darkness’ well could be destroyed right here, cutting him off from his source of power and preventing his revival, but Light would remain unopposed, with her well all the way back in Seraph lands…
He could see only one answer to this fiendish equation.
With an almost solemn air, Phaerys stepped closer to the well and laid his hands upon it. There was no time to prepare a specialised device to siphon off power – a crudely made interface directly connected with his suit would have to do. He’d have to trust that the Paradigm Field would weather the worst of any metaphysical damage.
He had to work quickly. Darkness would be sure to notice the source of his power being stolen away bit by bit, funnelled into the mechanical chassis that was most certainly not intended for this kind of stress testing. Phaerys would take as much as he dared – as much as his suit would allow short of catastrophic failure – before attempting to discharge the stored energy in a singular, controlled burst aimed straight at Light...
He noticed the energy surge as the deities were felled – almost immediately they rose again, ready to face the Companions once more. The thunderous bellows of a certain Ork Warboss caught his attention for but a moment. Gulgrim had finally found the fight he was longing for – an opponent who would always get back up after a good krumpin’, raring for more. An Ork’s idea of true heaven.
Meaning Phaerys could be assured of a reliable diversion. Good. It would likely be needed.
With the knowledge that the wells were being used to empower and revive the twin divinities, Phaerys looked from the well beside him to the raging battle, his mind racing. Darkness’ well could be destroyed right here, cutting him off from his source of power and preventing his revival, but Light would remain unopposed, with her well all the way back in Seraph lands…
He could see only one answer to this fiendish equation.
With an almost solemn air, Phaerys stepped closer to the well and laid his hands upon it. There was no time to prepare a specialised device to siphon off power – a crudely made interface directly connected with his suit would have to do. He’d have to trust that the Paradigm Field would weather the worst of any metaphysical damage.
He had to work quickly. Darkness would be sure to notice the source of his power being stolen away bit by bit, funnelled into the mechanical chassis that was most certainly not intended for this kind of stress testing. Phaerys would take as much as he dared – as much as his suit would allow short of catastrophic failure – before attempting to discharge the stored energy in a singular, controlled burst aimed straight at Light...