Looking at the Parallax, I didn't feel intimidated to be perfectly honest. Instead, I could be most accurately described as inspired by the massive spacefaring war machine. I would build my own, and it would be superior to anything that the Godmodder had yet fielded if I had any say in the matter.
Of course, to do so would require a secret location where I could assemble my creation; the Godmodder would almost certainly take severe exception to the prolonged construction efforts in all likelihood, thus secrecy was paramount.
To create my special construction area, I took advantage of one simple fact of geometry that I was completely ignoring for my own benefit; namely, that there was no such thing as a negative distance. For one such as myself, moving such that I was -5 meters from the averaged location of all the reality warpers going after the Godmodder was simplicity in and of itself, but I still wasn't satisfied; I wanted even more security, and for that I turned to the square root of negative one, also known as the Imaginary Unit, or i.
Thus, I had moved myself -5+i meters away from the action, effectively removing myself from the normal multiverse entirely; I was still possible to reach for those in the know, but simply traversing the Void like most multiversal travelers did would never be able to reach me here in Negative Imaginary space.
My secrecy mostly assured, I began to build in earnest.
Utilizing passive scan methods so as not to give away my location, I identify any mines whose explosion radius includes the Armor Plating on the Parallax Entrance.
23/40
EXPENDING up to 20 Charges! (less, if my stated effect needs less)
((4. Entity health for charged summons is equivalent to (7000x + 5000) where x is equal to the amount of charge expended.
4a. Entity damage is (1600x) with x being the same as above.
Extending from that to artifacts, the artifact's damage should be lower then 32,000, and any defences it grants, lower then 145,000))
Artifact created: Radiation Suit.
what? you think it protects against radiation? no, it uses and focuses on radiation.
80,000 HP of regenerating graviton-based defences- regens by 16,000 per round, defends me.
difficult to steal, due to me wearing it.
Grants some level of increase to the effectiveness of radiation-based actions.
1/5 Wacky radiation - costs an action to use, coats the battlefield with some kind of wacky radiation, the mechanical effects of which DCCCV can decide. cooldown rises by 5 each use, up to 20.
that sound good?
---------------------- "OMERHGAWD THE IRON PRINCE IS SECRETLY XYLAN."
(insert questioning responce here) "what? who's Xylan? I dunno man, you're the one who said it."
"no, definitely you. I've never heard of anyone called Xylan."
"good thing sound doesn't travel in space or they'd have been alerted by all your yelling. be quiet."
"what do you mean I'm the one who was yelling?"
aaaaanyway, I'm on the hull of a minelayer ship. and you know what the best(???) way to pass undetected(?????????????????) is? to have evidence of your authorization. so I'm going to steal some from the pilot or whomsoever. a quick pulse of high-frequency light melts a hole in the side, which I keep the air from leaking out of with gravitons, and enter the ship. activating my suits computer, I set it to invisibility mode: by creating photons of the appropriate frequency for those that hit my body, and anti-photons to cancel out those that bounce off me, making myself truly invisible. a similar effect is used for all other radiation, gravitons included: if anyone's detecting me, it's only going to be through the movement of air from my own movement, and that's a sufficiently essoteric way to detect people- especially since most people who can be invisible in this manner can also turn intangible, i just don't want to spend the effort and am using Radiation-based cloaking- that nobody will find me.
Anyway, digressions aside, my main body- clad in [A] radiation suit- has entered a minelayer, cloaked. I survey my surroundings, calm, motionless.
now, while my main body is on the minelayer, there's also the projection, next to a mine. its hands- the ones not enclosed in BOG ARMS- move away and possition themselves so the curve of the fingers traces a circle within which can be seen 7 mines of varying distances. then, the hands rotate around the circle that would result if you rotate the circle traced by the curve 90 degrees on the axis of the line between the hands. 3? 1? somewhere around that many mines are contained within the sphere created by combining the two, and the hands begin to glow a dim pink, as the space within the sphere seems to flicker and warp, as though in a haze, warping more and more before finally twisting out of reality entirely, leaving behind empty space. I'm so going to take some of these apart and see how they work...
[goal is obtaining mines so i can find out how they work later, not reducing mine number. maybe say these mines aren't close enough to the flagship to be counted in the EOTB?]
See if I can single-action spawn a Voidfire Extinguisher, and get to work extinguishing the spare flames that aren't being studied/mined/put in a container/whatever somehow and are away from the boss ship. No use leaving Miss Godmodder's irritating leftovers around where they can cause trouble.
Charge 22/40
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The lifeless husk of the creature of a mesh of meteors stays as motionless as an inanimate object would in zero-gravity...until now, that is.
The view cuts to a special concoction of unseen origins floating aimlessly in the battlefield amidst the storm of meteors. Many of the meteors are then made to crash into one another. Each crash occurs next to this concoction, the force of each one sending the concoction careening closer to the lifeless husk. After being navigated through the storm by the meteor crashes, the concoction finally impacts the lifeless husk, the former's glass container breaking into glass shards and spilling its contents entirely onto the mesh.
As coincidence would have it, the concoction's property includes giving inanimate objects life akin to a wild animal's. This would indeed mean that this creature serves no master, making it hostile. However, this issue is remedied by a lingering swirl of meteors surrounding the monster, blocking its senses from ever detecting any of its "allies."
Of course, having only been brought to existence just now, the creature would have little-to-no knowledge of how to operate its newfound body. As such, it will spend the duration of the stealth mission in undetected isolation getting used to its new body.
The nameless moves forward to the last door in the air gallery.
The Trial of Sky
"The sky is open, free. While it itself remains wrapped around the ground, it remains open, to free those who wish to fly through its great expanses."
Alright, OOC mode right now, not talking as SONG, or as the nameless, talking as Pionoplayer right now.
Does anyone even care about these? I mean, I'm gonna keep doing 'em regardless of if anyone actually cares about what goes on here, cuz I've got a plan and gosh dangit I'm gonna see it through. Although that doens't really fit the theme of "sky" very well, more earth or stone, wait frick I'm giving away the entire point of this rambling speech aren't I?
Pretend I didn't say any of that, I'll get back to rambling.
Anyways, if you want to know the reason why I make these attacks... well, it's because I can. I come up with so many ideas throughout the days and weeks, and most of them are never going to see fruition. Did you know I invented a whole game about different kinds of power plants when I was in elementary school? It wasn't a very GOOD game and it was mostly just me playing with numbers but it was a game. And that game's never going to see the light of day, but that's okay, because these ideas give me freedom, the more of them I have, the more different things I have to work on when I finish a previous project, or even BEFORE I finish a previous project (which is dangerous thinking lads I'll tell you what).
But that's the whole thing, freedom of choice. There's lots of different things that give you freedom, but once you pile up a certain number of ideas it starts to narrow down your options, in a strange reversal of things, too much availability becomes not enough. If I have too many things to work on, then what should I work on? I don't have infinite time, and without context between the different ones, I have no way of choosing what I do, and it leaves me paralyzed.
That's an important thing to remember about freedom, too much of it actually lessens what you can do. That's why rules exist, and why the sky isn't all powerful. It is limitless potential, but without the context of the earth, the planets, the stars, it has no meaning, no reason. Nothing to do with that potential. So remember that kids, while the sky is great and open, remember to keep your feet on the ground and your wits about you.
Anyways, is the nameless finished with his trial yet? Oh goodie he is.
And now we come to the REAL reason why I was rambling about the sky and freedom, I couldn't think of a good way to execute the trial, so I did this instead. That's the funny thing about being the writer, I have the freedom to do that.
Anyways, the nameless now has the power of the sky yadda yadda yadda something about opening his mind and broadening his horizons just a little bit more.
BACK INTO CHARACTER!
The nameless awakens once more in the temple, and looks over at the air section of the temple, the wind swirls, a soft breeze carresses his face, and then is gone with a whisper. He has completed one fourth of the challenges currently set before him, he is one step closer to earning his first name.
And back on the battlefield, the power of the sky flourishes, and what is the Void but one great sky?
The sky does something it is not used to, but a command has been issued, and it must obey. Rather than be the great limitless space that it normally is, it encloses itself in clever ways, shielding the players who are about to undergo the trials of the Iron Prince's fleet, protecting them from detection and those that might wish them harm by blocking off access, their freedom to threaten our heroes.
The sky is a great enemy, and now, having been rallied to the aid of the anti-godmodders, well, somewhat, it wants to leave its options open, but it has been swayed somewhat in our favor. This will end poorly for the Godmodder at some point in the future most likely.
Additionally, the sparks of divinity feel a call, the first gods are on the lookout, they can feel the echoes rippling across the cosmos, it is time to send a scout, to apply a little bit of power on the Godmodder's forces.
5 charge spent for the Aspect of Air.
The Aspect of Air is a special entity, with a couple of abilities.
It's health is a bit lower, giving it some dodge chance.
It can fly, as you would expect.
It has a 4 round charge, hurricane force, which knocks enemies back and dazes them, causing weaker enemies to lose their turns, and stronger enemies to lose some of their attack power for the turn.
It also has a special mark: Harmony of the Heavens. This will activate eventually, upon a special criteria already worked out with DC, keep the Aspect alive, while Harmony of the Heavens can activate without the Aspect of Air, it will be greatly weakened by the Aspect's absence.
I slap my VISIBILITY, ABILITY TO EMIT SOUND OTHER THEN TALKING, and my ABILITY TO BE DETECTED AND/OR DISCOVERED IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM away, making me invisible, unhearable, and undetectable. I then slap my ability to NOT WALK THROUGH DOORS AND OBSTACLES away, allowing me to walk through the door.
I collect some more voidfire to set myself down at a Bonfire and upgrade my Voidic Great Chaos Flame Zweihander to +5. Hmm, I'm gonna need a Large Voidfire Ember for +10'ing it...
Grimoire Yggdrasilia 23/40. Two posts per round, +1 per post. Thus, we may concentrate further. I'll take a moment to add some regenerative and reconstructive capabilities to it, don't want it staying damaged.
Use a stealthy but low-effort long-range scrying spell to check what kind of sensors the ships have from a distance, hopefully not setting them off in the process, so we can get a better sense of what's likely to be detected and spoof them better.
Hide inside a metamaterial box, becoming invisible accordingly!
The odds of a stealth mission succeeding are very small. We need to prepare for a fight. I upgrade the Millenium Falcon with a single-shot cloaking device that will allow it to escape the inevitable battle.
4(or more)/40
My main-body is still analyzing stuff like last action, considering its move. On the other hand, the projection moves away from the mine, and floats its way to the PARALAX. the hands not in the limbs are reabsorbed into the main mass, which paradoxically becomes more translucent with the addition, becoming much harder to see. the BOG ARMS (joe projection edition) move into position, one thrusted forwards with a semi-sphere of finger positions, all fingers pointing forwards, like a fist midway through opening with the fingers straightened i think. there's no sign, no change or hint, a green projectile just appears all of a sudden, like a ribbon of neon green, coiling into a spike-like point at the end, spinning. it launches forwards the instant it's created, crashing into the armor plating.
"Bodyguarding: It is possible to have entities bodyguard other entities, taking hits for them. Player attacks can bypass or pierce bodyguarding by stating they do such in the attack, and entities can be given the piercing attack or bypass tags as well. Additionally, an entity that is directly targeted while it's bodyguarding (instead of taking damage from blocking an attack aimed at the thing it's guarding) will take double damage from that attack."
This is a breaking drill burst; it pierces shields. granted, it leaves behind a small hole in the armor plating, but that's just a path to travel through- easy to miss and largely insignificant.
on the other hand, the other hand was held out to the side, glowing slightly even through the flesh of the BOG LIMBS by the end of it, and with a swing like a combination between a throw and trying to position an arm in front of your heart, a slower-moving ball of bloodred energy flys out, moving somewhat more erratically, but advancing towards the hole left by the drill burst. the first hand moves into position, mirroring the second, and they both thrust forward, sending the bloodred ball shooting forwards in a less erratic, but faster trajectory. it also shrinks, spinning on the axis of its motion and letting small whirlwinds move across the surface, trailing clouds of red, smog instead of the liquid-like energy of the orb, and moving slower, spreading out more, but collectively still swirling on roughly the same axis somehow. the red sphere shoots through the hole left by the drill, and people almost think they can hear the sound of it slamming into the door- it's visually impressive enough for people to fool their own senses, the armor plating dents and the whole thing vibrates... until a certain point, past which my magic wards against further vibrations and sound traveling. a massive current of red gas streams out of the hole
[only a small section of the armor and door is shown, as the rest is irrelevant and would block the view.]
As can be seen, the explosion of the sphere sent bone-like things extending out from the point of impact, piercing the entrance with them.
Then, my right BOG ARM (the one not maintaining the shield around me) swings forwards, and the gas stops moving this way. it just freezes in place for a moment, before I close my BOG HAND in a fist and it all starts rushing forwards again, straight at the hole in the armor plating,the spear-like main gas shape widening the hole and letting the ripples and eddies bombard the entrance, flashes of red light leaving behind bloodstains and small dents, until this whole thing runs out of gas... or more accurately, raw blood energy.
By the power of Mecha anime, I boost up to FTL travel in the direction that the Godmodder seemed to have gone off to, promptly smacking into some more Voidfire, then moving on, and following a liberal yet metaphorical layer of bread crumbs, which the Godmodder definitely left behind.
Within Negative Imaginary space, I began laying the foundation for what would soon be known as Project EAGLE, one of my most ambitious creations to date. With any luck, the resulting mechanical monstrosity would be sufficiently powerful to persist in this war for a greatly prolonged length of time, and would be a major factor in turning the tide in our favor.
Still, every such project needed to start somewhere, and in this case that meant the raw materials that would be going into making this creation. The ridiculously durable materials that went into the creation of the Adamantine Angel seemed suitable enough for the job, so I got to work whipping up even more Adamantine. Two million metric tons of Adamantine, to be precise.
Entity Orders
Adamantine Angel: Hold back for now. Retreat to Negative Imaginary space.
"...I will assume that question is for the both of us."
"Unfortunately for you, it does not want to reveal its identity to neither you nor any other beings in this battlefield, for now at least."
"As for me, well, I am its champion. You can call me Red, from Accounting."
"And likewise, it is a pleasure of ours meeting you."
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As the Parallax and its escort ships wade through the vast vacuum of space, they find themselves approaching a seemingly natural asteroid field. Of course, with the Iron Prince being a powerful figure of technology and all, the fleet would at least have the capability to navigate through the field with nary a scratch on any of their surfaces.
...any who happens to be an ally of the force of coincidence would know: that asteroid field did not exist there before. The formation of the asteroids, though natural as they come, actually provide the perfect cover for the invaders to close the distance between them and the fleet, provided the latter do not run haywire and assault each and every asteroid in their sights.
The sky is annoyed by the fact that it had to close its borders somewhat, so it decides to open up a bit more somewhere else, the sky opens up a great distance, causing the Godmodder to be closer in terms of locating and discovery, freeing up the players to find the Godmodder more easily.
I feel like I've forgotten how to make an intro post.
The void was silent, dark, black as coal. But then some idiot halfway across reality thought this corner of nothing would make a good opportunity. So, a speck of light appeared, twisting and contorting itself until it expanded into a somewhat broken doorway, large enough to step through, and so someone did. It was a human, clad in soft blue light armor. However, there wasn't anything to step onto outside of this doorway, and so the newcomer just hovered there for a while, looking around like a confused coyote. Gravity never did come, so the newcomer stuck his hand back through the doorway, rummaging around for something and shouting to be heard.
Eventually, he drew out a short gilded rod, halfway between a wand and a staff, and waved it in a wide, overhead motion. The device sparked and shone before a deep black mist flowed outwards from it. The mist collected below him, slowly forming into a large, somewhat imposing bat-like figure, so long as you didn't look too closely at it and see all the parts that were hilariously malformed. Though, it would work as a mount for the time being.
After setting up a few more devices and kicking them repetitively when they didn't work, the newcomer had a workable area on the back of this almost holographic bat. He then turned to the still open doorway, calling for something from the other side, harolding a new figure. Now, anyone who knows me will probably know that this figure is not human. I've already hit my one human diversity quota, after all.
"Talist? You- ... Woah... Is this the Void you spoke of? It's... less impressive than I thought, but still!"
Talist, AKA: I, I guess, because I don't really know if I want to describe this in first person or third, knelt down closer to the eye level of this figure. It was a rabbit, and a rather large one at that, as far as rabbits go. It's fur was a soft yellow, almost gold or blonde. Along its back were bird-like wings and along its head were short antlers like those of deer. And yet, neither of those were its most striking feature, at least from up close. From closer in, it was clear that the rabbit wasn't a real rabbit. It had stitch marks running along its outline and joints and its fur had the smooth uniformity of fake fur.
"Well, not a lot to see exactly, Armelle. But that's why we should put something in it, get a name."
...
That was some nice, convenient naming dialog, wasn't it? Now, I'll write more for this later, but right now, this has taken me way too long, so I want to get into an action. So, we want to infiltrate a ship, huh? Then I want information. Maybe I'll actually be able to put my classroom knowledge to use. Well, 'use'. I try to gather as much information about specific crew members on The Parallax as possible, in particular, their interests. I track down what kind of universe this ship is from and see if I can gather information from any kind of record keeping system or social media they have there. Maybe this ship is part of a government or corporate group, and they have employee listings or something.
I realize that since this is [REMOVED FOR FEAR OF TIME GIANTS], I can therefore go Running in the 90's for massively increased speed to find the Godmodder
Altered by something or someone huh... if that's possible.... I grab the only untainted sample of voidfire and proceed to compare it using the pile of research equipment on hand.
If its possible to alter Voidfire then why can't I do it too? Holding my hands out, I began imagining/dreaming/solidifying my reality warping powers into a solid form. It begins slowly, gathering in wisps of undefinable light and floating there, seemingly uncertain on what it wants to do. Then, with a clench of my mind, then wisps whirls in a series of odd movements and clashes together... taking a the shape of a yarn ball.
I giggle slightly at what I just did, turning pure reality-warping essence into a tangible existence and shaping it into a yarn ball? Hilarious. I don't don't exactly why I was thinking it was hilarious or what part of it was hilarious...
Wait.. Huh? Did i spaced out?
Shaking my head to rid of what ever was temporarily bogging my mind, I set my mind back to the task. Pulling a string of yarn of my reality-warping from the ball, I begin carefully weave the string through the Voidfire, add my powers into it and attempt to warp it into my liking. Finally putting the built up knowledge I gained from experimenting, I altered it to combat all the properties I've uncovered from the other altered Voidfire. Soon enough, the altering that I doing to my sample begins to take on a greenish hue, and have run nearly run out of my reality-warping yarn. Before I use it all up, I add in some of my blood and essence into the string and weave it into my voidfire.
The next step was to test it now... Grabbing my modified voidfire and shave off a fraction of the red voidfire and pit it against my flame.
You incorporate some of yourself into the voidfire, and test it against the altered voidfire...
Nothing happens. They don't react with each other.
...That's a good thing, right?
Looking at the Parallax, I didn't feel intimidated to be perfectly honest. Instead, I could be most accurately described as inspired by the massive spacefaring war machine. I would build my own, and it would be superior to anything that the Godmodder had yet fielded if I had any say in the matter.
Of course, to do so would require a secret location where I could assemble my creation; the Godmodder would almost certainly take severe exception to the prolonged construction efforts in all likelihood, thus secrecy was paramount.
To create my special construction area, I took advantage of one simple fact of geometry that I was completely ignoring for my own benefit; namely, that there was no such thing as a negative distance. For one such as myself, moving such that I was -5 meters from the averaged location of all the reality warpers going after the Godmodder was simplicity in and of itself, but I still wasn't satisfied; I wanted even more security, and for that I turned to the square root of negative one, also known as the Imaginary Unit, or i.
Thus, I had moved myself -5+i meters away from the action, effectively removing myself from the normal multiverse entirely; I was still possible to reach for those in the know, but simply traversing the Void like most multiversal travelers did would never be able to reach me here in Negative Imaginary space.
My secrecy mostly assured, I began to build in earnest.
As you shift an imaginary distance away, you find yourself inside a nigh-infinite expanse of solid metal.
I think this Negative Imaginary Space has been taken already, and it's best if you leave.
Utilizing passive scan methods so as not to give away my location, I identify any mines whose explosion radius includes the Armor Plating on the Parallax Entrance.
23/40
EXPENDING up to 20 Charges! (less, if my stated effect needs less)
((4. Entity health for charged summons is equivalent to (7000x + 5000) where x is equal to the amount of charge expended.
4a. Entity damage is (1600x) with x being the same as above.
Extending from that to artifacts, the artifact's damage should be lower then 32,000, and any defences it grants, lower then 145,000))
Artifact created: Radiation Suit.
what? you think it protects against radiation? no, it uses and focuses on radiation.
80,000 HP of regenerating graviton-based defences- regens by 16,000 per round, defends me.
difficult to steal, due to me wearing it.
Grants some level of increase to the effectiveness of radiation-based actions.
1/5 Wacky radiation - costs an action to use, coats the battlefield with some kind of wacky radiation, the mechanical effects of which DCCCV can decide. cooldown rises by 5 each use, up to 20.
that sound good?
---------------------- "OMERHGAWD THE IRON PRINCE IS SECRETLY XYLAN."
(insert questioning responce here) "what? who's Xylan? I dunno man, you're the one who said it."
"no, definitely you. I've never heard of anyone called Xylan."
"good thing sound doesn't travel in space or they'd have been alerted by all your yelling. be quiet."
"what do you mean I'm the one who was yelling?"
aaaaanyway, I'm on the hull of a minelayer ship. and you know what the best(???) way to pass undetected(?????????????????) is? to have evidence of your authorization. so I'm going to steal some from the pilot or whomsoever. a quick pulse of high-frequency light melts a hole in the side, which I keep the air from leaking out of with gravitons, and enter the ship. activating my suits computer, I set it to invisibility mode: by creating photons of the appropriate frequency for those that hit my body, and anti-photons to cancel out those that bounce off me, making myself truly invisible. a similar effect is used for all other radiation, gravitons included: if anyone's detecting me, it's only going to be through the movement of air from my own movement, and that's a sufficiently essoteric way to detect people- especially since most people who can be invisible in this manner can also turn intangible, i just don't want to spend the effort and am using Radiation-based cloaking- that nobody will find me.
Anyway, digressions aside, my main body- clad in [A] radiation suit- has entered a minelayer, cloaked. I survey my surroundings, calm, motionless.
now, while my main body is on the minelayer, there's also the projection, next to a mine. its hands- the ones not enclosed in BOG ARMS- move away and possition themselves so the curve of the fingers traces a circle within which can be seen 7 mines of varying distances. then, the hands rotate around the circle that would result if you rotate the circle traced by the curve 90 degrees on the axis of the line between the hands. 3? 1? somewhere around that many mines are contained within the sphere created by combining the two, and the hands begin to glow a dim pink, as the space within the sphere seems to flicker and warp, as though in a haze, warping more and more before finally twisting out of reality entirely, leaving behind empty space. I'm so going to take some of these apart and see how they work...
[goal is obtaining mines so i can find out how they work later, not reducing mine number. maybe say these mines aren't close enough to the flagship to be counted in the EOTB?]
20 Charges used to create Radiation Suit with Lowered Potency! Minelayer infiltrated stealthily. You have entered a corridor, which leads directly to the front of the ship.
Mines obtained!
See if I can single-action spawn a Voidfire Extinguisher, and get to work extinguishing the spare flames that aren't being studied/mined/put in a container/whatever somehow and are away from the boss ship. No use leaving Miss Godmodder's irritating leftovers around where they can cause trouble.
You attempt to create a Voidfire Extinguisher, but it fails to extinguish any Voidfire. Strange, I'm pretty sure primal water would usually work for this...
Charge 22/40
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The lifeless husk of the creature of a mesh of meteors stays as motionless as an inanimate object would in zero-gravity...until now, that is.
The view cuts to a special concoction of unseen origins floating aimlessly in the battlefield amidst the storm of meteors. Many of the meteors are then made to crash into one another. Each crash occurs next to this concoction, the force of each one sending the concoction careening closer to the lifeless husk. After being navigated through the storm by the meteor crashes, the concoction finally impacts the lifeless husk, the former's glass container breaking into glass shards and spilling its contents entirely onto the mesh.
As coincidence would have it, the concoction's property includes giving inanimate objects life akin to a wild animal's. This would indeed mean that this creature serves no master, making it hostile. However, this issue is remedied by a lingering swirl of meteors surrounding the monster, blocking its senses from ever detecting any of its "allies."
Of course, having only been brought to existence just now, the creature would have little-to-no knowledge of how to operate its newfound body. As such, it will spend the duration of the stealth mission in undetected isolation getting used to its new body.
The nameless moves forward to the last door in the air gallery.
The Trial of Sky
"The sky is open, free. While it itself remains wrapped around the ground, it remains open, to free those who wish to fly through its great expanses."
Alright, OOC mode right now, not talking as SONG, or as the nameless, talking as Pionoplayer right now.
Does anyone even care about these? I mean, I'm gonna keep doing 'em regardless of if anyone actually cares about what goes on here, cuz I've got a plan and gosh dangit I'm gonna see it through. Although that doens't really fit the theme of "sky" very well, more earth or stone, wait frick I'm giving away the entire point of this rambling speech aren't I?
Pretend I didn't say any of that, I'll get back to rambling.
Anyways, if you want to know the reason why I make these attacks... well, it's because I can. I come up with so many ideas throughout the days and weeks, and most of them are never going to see fruition. Did you know I invented a whole game about different kinds of power plants when I was in elementary school? It wasn't a very GOOD game and it was mostly just me playing with numbers but it was a game. And that game's never going to see the light of day, but that's okay, because these ideas give me freedom, the more of them I have, the more different things I have to work on when I finish a previous project, or even BEFORE I finish a previous project (which is dangerous thinking lads I'll tell you what).
But that's the whole thing, freedom of choice. There's lots of different things that give you freedom, but once you pile up a certain number of ideas it starts to narrow down your options, in a strange reversal of things, too much availability becomes not enough. If I have too many things to work on, then what should I work on? I don't have infinite time, and without context between the different ones, I have no way of choosing what I do, and it leaves me paralyzed.
That's an important thing to remember about freedom, too much of it actually lessens what you can do. That's why rules exist, and why the sky isn't all powerful. It is limitless potential, but without the context of the earth, the planets, the stars, it has no meaning, no reason. Nothing to do with that potential. So remember that kids, while the sky is great and open, remember to keep your feet on the ground and your wits about you.
Anyways, is the nameless finished with his trial yet? Oh goodie he is.
And now we come to the REAL reason why I was rambling about the sky and freedom, I couldn't think of a good way to execute the trial, so I did this instead. That's the funny thing about being the writer, I have the freedom to do that.
Anyways, the nameless now has the power of the sky yadda yadda yadda something about opening his mind and broadening his horizons just a little bit more.
BACK INTO CHARACTER!
The nameless awakens once more in the temple, and looks over at the air section of the temple, the wind swirls, a soft breeze carresses his face, and then is gone with a whisper. He has completed one fourth of the challenges currently set before him, he is one step closer to earning his first name.
And back on the battlefield, the power of the sky flourishes, and what is the Void but one great sky?
The sky does something it is not used to, but a command has been issued, and it must obey. Rather than be the great limitless space that it normally is, it encloses itself in clever ways, shielding the players who are about to undergo the trials of the Iron Prince's fleet, protecting them from detection and those that might wish them harm by blocking off access, their freedom to threaten our heroes.
The sky is a great enemy, and now, having been rallied to the aid of the anti-godmodders, well, somewhat, it wants to leave its options open, but it has been swayed somewhat in our favor. This will end poorly for the Godmodder at some point in the future most likely.
Additionally, the sparks of divinity feel a call, the first gods are on the lookout, they can feel the echoes rippling across the cosmos, it is time to send a scout, to apply a little bit of power on the Godmodder's forces.
5 charge spent for the Aspect of Air.
The Aspect of Air is a special entity, with a couple of abilities.
It's health is a bit lower, giving it some dodge chance.
It can fly, as you would expect.
It has a 4 round charge, hurricane force, which knocks enemies back and dazes them, causing weaker enemies to lose their turns, and stronger enemies to lose some of their attack power for the turn.
It also has a special mark: Harmony of the Heavens. This will activate eventually, upon a special criteria already worked out with DC, keep the Aspect alive, while Harmony of the Heavens can activate without the Aspect of Air, it will be greatly weakened by the Aspect's absence.
Trial of Sky completed! The Sky of Skies applies it's all obscuring blessing on all, protecting them from the observations of the Iron Prince.
Aspect of Air Summoned.
I slap my VISIBILITY, ABILITY TO EMIT SOUND OTHER THEN TALKING, and my ABILITY TO BE DETECTED AND/OR DISCOVERED IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM away, making me invisible, unhearable, and undetectable. I then slap my ability to NOT WALK THROUGH DOORS AND OBSTACLES away, allowing me to walk through the door.
I collect some more voidfire to set myself down at a Bonfire and upgrade my Voidic Great Chaos Flame Zweihander to +5. Hmm, I'm gonna need a Large Voidfire Ember for +10'ing it...
You upgrade your sword further! At this point, I'm pretty sure you can carve your way through the armor plating like a hot knife through butter with this thing.
Grimoire Yggdrasilia 23/40. Two posts per round, +1 per post. Thus, we may concentrate further. I'll take a moment to add some regenerative and reconstructive capabilities to it, don't want it staying damaged.
Use a stealthy but low-effort long-range scrying spell to check what kind of sensors the ships have from a distance, hopefully not setting them off in the process, so we can get a better sense of what's likely to be detected and spoof them better.
Hide inside a metamaterial box, becoming invisible accordingly!
Let's see, your scrying spell detects a variety of sensors dotted across the surface of the ship. Portions of the hull seem to have been warded with lead however, making observations inside difficult. Most of these sensors are relatively low-level, easily bypassed, detecting through heat only, which is something I can obfuscate.
There.
The odds of a stealth mission succeeding are very small. We need to prepare for a fight. I upgrade the Millenium Falcon with a single-shot cloaking device that will allow it to escape the inevitable battle.
4(or more)/40
My main-body is still analyzing stuff like last action, considering its move. On the other hand, the projection moves away from the mine, and floats its way to the PARALAX. the hands not in the limbs are reabsorbed into the main mass, which paradoxically becomes more translucent with the addition, becoming much harder to see. the BOG ARMS (joe projection edition) move into position, one thrusted forwards with a semi-sphere of finger positions, all fingers pointing forwards, like a fist midway through opening with the fingers straightened i think. there's no sign, no change or hint, a green projectile just appears all of a sudden, like a ribbon of neon green, coiling into a spike-like point at the end, spinning. it launches forwards the instant it's created, crashing into the armor plating.
"Bodyguarding: It is possible to have entities bodyguard other entities, taking hits for them. Player attacks can bypass or pierce bodyguarding by stating they do such in the attack, and entities can be given the piercing attack or bypass tags as well. Additionally, an entity that is directly targeted while it's bodyguarding (instead of taking damage from blocking an attack aimed at the thing it's guarding) will take double damage from that attack."
This is a breaking drill burst; it pierces shields. granted, it leaves behind a small hole in the armor plating, but that's just a path to travel through- easy to miss and largely insignificant.
on the other hand, the other hand was held out to the side, glowing slightly even through the flesh of the BOG LIMBS by the end of it, and with a swing like a combination between a throw and trying to position an arm in front of your heart, a slower-moving ball of bloodred energy flys out, moving somewhat more erratically, but advancing towards the hole left by the drill burst. the first hand moves into position, mirroring the second, and they both thrust forward, sending the bloodred ball shooting forwards in a less erratic, but faster trajectory. it also shrinks, spinning on the axis of its motion and letting small whirlwinds move across the surface, trailing clouds of red, smog instead of the liquid-like energy of the orb, and moving slower, spreading out more, but collectively still swirling on roughly the same axis somehow. the red sphere shoots through the hole left by the drill, and people almost think they can hear the sound of it slamming into the door- it's visually impressive enough for people to fool their own senses, the armor plating dents and the whole thing vibrates... until a certain point, past which my magic wards against further vibrations and sound traveling. a massive current of red gas streams out of the hole
[only a small section of the armor and door is shown, as the rest is irrelevant and would block the view.]
As can be seen, the explosion of the sphere sent bone-like things extending out from the point of impact, piercing the entrance with them.
Then, my right BOG ARM (the one not maintaining the shield around me) swings forwards, and the gas stops moving this way. it just freezes in place for a moment, before I close my BOG HAND in a fist and it all starts rushing forwards again, straight at the hole in the armor plating,the spear-like main gas shape widening the hole and letting the ripples and eddies bombard the entrance, flashes of red light leaving behind bloodstains and small dents, until this whole thing runs out of gas... or more accurately, raw blood energy.
By the power of Mecha anime, I boost up to FTL travel in the direction that the Godmodder seemed to have gone off to, promptly smacking into some more Voidfire, then moving on, and following a liberal yet metaphorical layer of bread crumbs, which the Godmodder definitely left behind.
Within Negative Imaginary space, I began laying the foundation for what would soon be known as Project EAGLE, one of my most ambitious creations to date. With any luck, the resulting mechanical monstrosity would be sufficiently powerful to persist in this war for a greatly prolonged length of time, and would be a major factor in turning the tide in our favor.
Still, every such project needed to start somewhere, and in this case that meant the raw materials that would be going into making this creation. The ridiculously durable materials that went into the creation of the Adamantine Angel seemed suitable enough for the job, so I got to work whipping up even more Adamantine. Two million metric tons of Adamantine, to be precise.
Entity Orders
Adamantine Angel: Hold back for now. Retreat to Negative Imaginary space.
As Negative Imaginary Space has already been occupied, you decide not to generate Adamantine right now, nor have your creation enter what seems to be an infinite plane of solid Iron.
The Millenium Falcon squawks in protest as you add a Thrust Amp, giving it a 5% Dodge Chance. This doesn't trigger any detectors though. Sound travels slowly in the Void.
Charge 23/40
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"...I will assume that question is for the both of us."
"Unfortunately for you, it does not want to reveal its identity to neither you nor any other beings in this battlefield, for now at least."
"As for me, well, I am its champion. You can call me Red, from Accounting."
"And likewise, it is a pleasure of ours meeting you."
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As the Parallax and its escort ships wade through the vast vacuum of space, they find themselves approaching a seemingly natural asteroid field. Of course, with the Iron Prince being a powerful figure of technology and all, the fleet would at least have the capability to navigate through the field with nary a scratch on any of their surfaces.
...any who happens to be an ally of the force of coincidence would know: that asteroid field did not exist there before. The formation of the asteroids, though natural as they come, actually provide the perfect cover for the invaders to close the distance between them and the fleet, provided the latter do not run haywire and assault each and every asteroid in their sights.
Hi Red! Nice to meet you! Just so you know, I completely understand your master's wishes to remain anonymous. It's... liberating, in a way, when nobody knows your name.
Asteroid field created! Excellent diversion.
The sky is annoyed by the fact that it had to close its borders somewhat, so it decides to open up a bit more somewhere else, the sky opens up a great distance, causing the Godmodder to be closer in terms of locating and discovery, freeing up the players to find the Godmodder more easily.
Alright. Time to actually do this... As I'm typing this, I slowly realize just how weird my characters are, but... I suppose that's the point.
I feel like I've forgotten how to make an intro post.
The void was silent, dark, black as coal. But then some idiot halfway across reality thought this corner of nothing would make a good opportunity. So, a speck of light appeared, twisting and contorting itself until it expanded into a somewhat broken doorway, large enough to step through, and so someone did. It was a human, clad in soft blue light armor. However, there wasn't anything to step onto outside of this doorway, and so the newcomer just hovered there for a while, looking around like a confused coyote. Gravity never did come, so the newcomer stuck his hand back through the doorway, rummaging around for something and shouting to be heard.
Eventually, he drew out a short gilded rod, halfway between a wand and a staff, and waved it in a wide, overhead motion. The device sparked and shone before a deep black mist flowed outwards from it. The mist collected below him, slowly forming into a large, somewhat imposing bat-like figure, so long as you didn't look too closely at it and see all the parts that were hilariously malformed. Though, it would work as a mount for the time being.
After setting up a few more devices and kicking them repetitively when they didn't work, the newcomer had a workable area on the back of this almost holographic bat. He then turned to the still open doorway, calling for something from the other side, harolding a new figure. Now, anyone who knows me will probably know that this figure is not human. I've already hit my one human diversity quota, after all.
"Talist? You- ... Woah... Is this the Void you spoke of? It's... less impressive than I thought, but still!"
Talist, AKA: I, I guess, because I don't really know if I want to describe this in first person or third, knelt down closer to the eye level of this figure. It was a rabbit, and a rather large one at that, as far as rabbits go. It's fur was a soft yellow, almost gold or blonde. Along its back were bird-like wings and along its head were short antlers like those of deer. And yet, neither of those were its most striking feature, at least from up close. From closer in, it was clear that the rabbit wasn't a real rabbit. It had stitch marks running along its outline and joints and its fur had the smooth uniformity of fake fur.
"Well, not a lot to see exactly, Armelle. But that's why we should put something in it, get a name."
...
That was some nice, convenient naming dialog, wasn't it? Now, I'll write more for this later, but right now, this has taken me way too long, so I want to get into an action. So, we want to infiltrate a ship, huh? Then I want information. Maybe I'll actually be able to put my classroom knowledge to use. Well, 'use'. I try to gather as much information about specific crew members on The Parallax as possible, in particular, their interests. I track down what kind of universe this ship is from and see if I can gather information from any kind of record keeping system or social media they have there. Maybe this ship is part of a government or corporate group, and they have employee listings or something.
Hello Talist! Hey Armelle! Nice to meetcha!
Let's see, according to intelligence, the Parallax is the largest ship in the Godmodder's fleet. Purportedly designed by the Iron Prince by himself, it is more than eight kilometers in length. Materials used, crew onboard, weaponry installed are all unknown. It's just a black revolving cylinder, none of our spies have ever been onboard. I must say, I'm interested in what's inside myself.
I realize that since this is [REMOVED FOR FEAR OF TIME GIANTS], I can therefore go Running in the 90's for massively increased speed to find the Godmodder
You apply the power of the 90s to my searching skills, giving me...9% Progress. It's the thought that counts! Itinerary
Find the Godmodder
Get onboard the Parallax!
Remain Unseen.
The Fleet continues to move through the void, unaware of what's transpiring. Together, all entities deal a total of 120k damage to the plating, ripping two free, and leaving the last plate hanging on a thread! [GM] The Godmodder. 70/80 Hp. REACQUIRING LOCATION PROGRESS: 78%
Uh.
Hm. I create a portal to the dimension of THINGS BEING SLAPPED VERY VERY HARD, and shove the door's ABILITY TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THEN LET US PASS WITHOUT ALERTING OR LETTING US BE DETECTED BY THE IRON PRINCE, OR THE CREW OF THIS SHIP into it. Slaaaaapope
Slapslapslapslap
Now. You may think that the SLAPSTATS System I unlocked is stupid and useless. But in reality...
It was part of a conspiracy to lower the price of the price of Antarctica.
I buy the price of Antarctica.
I lower the price of Antarctica.
I then buy Antarctica.
This accomplishes nothing except I now own Antarctica.
Viiiiiiictory.
