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Board Battles / Re: The Three-Edged Sword: Rallying to War
« Last post by Soul Reaver on October 12, 2023, 09:48:01 AM »There is a small sense of relief for Soul Reaver as his plan works, with cracks rapidly spreading over the crystal's structure. Apparently there was a limit to the crystal's self-repairing powers, as he had hoped.
When the crystal erupts into a wave of darkness, that feeling is momentarily replaced with feelings of rage and hate - almost involuntarily, Soul Reaver lunges forward to skewer the opponent that, in that same instant, has melted away into little more than insubstantial vapour.
Though the feeling is only momentary for Soul Reaver, and he senses the spiritual effects as brief flickers for most of his companions, the same cannot be said for Jharm. Even without his abilities, Soul Reaver would have been able to see Jharm fall to his knees from the effects and give a grunt that sounded like he was in physical pain. Natural, perhaps, that Jharm would be so affected: after all, the energies released must have been the complete antithesis of his being. More concerning perhaps however was how the wave seemed to impact upon Veldanya: not only did it do her no harm, but she almost seemed to absorb it, like a body of water might absorb a smaller drop. Almost imperceptibly, Soul Reaver's brow draws into a frown.
When the wounded Shaiton general speaks, Soul Reaver's attention snaps to him. The destruction of the crystal had not taken this foe with it. But before Soul Reaver can act, their foe is spirited away by a dark hand. Soul Reaver listens to the taunting voice, and his expression darkens: there was no doubt this was not the last they had seen of this particular enemy. Even without his continued survival, the remaining crystals were likely to pose a larger challenge - the addition of a now vengeful and likely better-prepared Shaiton general would only serve to make things even harder.
As Jharm calls on the the companions to rejoin them on the Aesgim, Soul Reaver quietly walks up next to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. He speaks quietly.
"Jharm, I saw the effect of the crystal's destruction on you. We seemed to weather it without major effects but..."
He leave the thought hanging for a moment.
"As you said, this is a process that we will need to repeat. Will you suffer similarly in the future? Or worse? Should you even be present when we destroy these crystals?"
Without speaking, Soul Reaver then communicates to him more subtly.
And I am sure that the effects of the dark energy wave upon Veldanya did not escape your attention either. What do you make of that?
By then he has arrived at the Aesgim, where his Daemonic cohort already await him. They seem to have weathered the assault rather well, with only moderate injuries amongst the Cruelbeasts - the Daemonspawn, with their regenerative abilities, held back the bulk of the assault under Blightwing's capable direction. Thanks to the speed of their success, Soul Reaver felt he could keep the Daemons around for the next assault as well. Once more he Discorporated them into black mist and with a wave of his hand had them take up their swirling position in the rear of the craft.
Meanwhile he looked over at Jharm, one eyebrow raised, silently prompting him for answers...
When the crystal erupts into a wave of darkness, that feeling is momentarily replaced with feelings of rage and hate - almost involuntarily, Soul Reaver lunges forward to skewer the opponent that, in that same instant, has melted away into little more than insubstantial vapour.
Though the feeling is only momentary for Soul Reaver, and he senses the spiritual effects as brief flickers for most of his companions, the same cannot be said for Jharm. Even without his abilities, Soul Reaver would have been able to see Jharm fall to his knees from the effects and give a grunt that sounded like he was in physical pain. Natural, perhaps, that Jharm would be so affected: after all, the energies released must have been the complete antithesis of his being. More concerning perhaps however was how the wave seemed to impact upon Veldanya: not only did it do her no harm, but she almost seemed to absorb it, like a body of water might absorb a smaller drop. Almost imperceptibly, Soul Reaver's brow draws into a frown.
When the wounded Shaiton general speaks, Soul Reaver's attention snaps to him. The destruction of the crystal had not taken this foe with it. But before Soul Reaver can act, their foe is spirited away by a dark hand. Soul Reaver listens to the taunting voice, and his expression darkens: there was no doubt this was not the last they had seen of this particular enemy. Even without his continued survival, the remaining crystals were likely to pose a larger challenge - the addition of a now vengeful and likely better-prepared Shaiton general would only serve to make things even harder.
As Jharm calls on the the companions to rejoin them on the Aesgim, Soul Reaver quietly walks up next to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. He speaks quietly.
"Jharm, I saw the effect of the crystal's destruction on you. We seemed to weather it without major effects but..."
He leave the thought hanging for a moment.
"As you said, this is a process that we will need to repeat. Will you suffer similarly in the future? Or worse? Should you even be present when we destroy these crystals?"
Without speaking, Soul Reaver then communicates to him more subtly.
And I am sure that the effects of the dark energy wave upon Veldanya did not escape your attention either. What do you make of that?
By then he has arrived at the Aesgim, where his Daemonic cohort already await him. They seem to have weathered the assault rather well, with only moderate injuries amongst the Cruelbeasts - the Daemonspawn, with their regenerative abilities, held back the bulk of the assault under Blightwing's capable direction. Thanks to the speed of their success, Soul Reaver felt he could keep the Daemons around for the next assault as well. Once more he Discorporated them into black mist and with a wave of his hand had them take up their swirling position in the rear of the craft.
Meanwhile he looked over at Jharm, one eyebrow raised, silently prompting him for answers...
