Eldritch Avatar Quest - You are the Outside-Context Problem!
- Thread starter shibosho
- Start date
- Original
White Lantern
A really overpowered Mary Sue self insert
- Location
- Sector 2184
[X] With ruthless precision. You need only perform a single blow. A single strike is all it takes to lay low your foes. Each strike you make is one that seeks to end the battle.
[X] C
[X] C
This Is Fine. Can you give the original a sidestory thread mark though?
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- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
[x] With ruthless precision. You need only perform a single blow. A single strike is all it takes to lay low your foes. Each strike you make is one that seeks to end the battle.
[x] C
edited: Dammit, missed the vote...but at least we won...so yea? Time for a New Ebon Knight to join the fray? Who knows, maybe the Girls can become Ebon Knights while we become the Ebon Lord again once were free from the prison...of course Mari deserves to have a better power...so why not the power of a Black Hole instead of a buring bright star?
or better yet...the endless void?
A void Knight in Service of a Void Lord...destined to pass on spiritually to the next successor...and perhaps one day return to the void in a act of true sacrifice for the sake of another.
[x] C
edited: Dammit, missed the vote...but at least we won...so yea? Time for a New Ebon Knight to join the fray? Who knows, maybe the Girls can become Ebon Knights while we become the Ebon Lord again once were free from the prison...of course Mari deserves to have a better power...so why not the power of a Black Hole instead of a buring bright star?
or better yet...the endless void?
A void Knight in Service of a Void Lord...destined to pass on spiritually to the next successor...and perhaps one day return to the void in a act of true sacrifice for the sake of another.
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IF Battle Speed Omake - Daecl
Daecl
CURSED BY THE DICE
Something about your quests, @shibosho, brings out the writer in me.
I dedicate this to the fast boy that never got to be.
~
For the first time in eons, a warrior of the Light is opposed by something that rivals the forces of Darkness.
For the first time in eons, the Ebon Lord strides into battle.
Though perhaps 'strides' isn't the right word for what happens.
Heat and light rain down upon him.
The Ebon Lord steps, and is gone.
Even as mana-fueled flame smashes and cracks the tiles along the Ebon Lord's path, The Third Seat of the Astral Knighthood's hands blur, tracing and framing alien symbols and hieroglyphs. She begins chanting as more pillars bloom across the great hall, charring and melting the fine silks and and ancient metals chronicling many past battles and struggles. Remnants of the past lifetimes evaporate under the relentless assault of lifetimes' worth of power, stolen and devoured.
Still the form of a enormous knight dashes on, unscathed.
Rhythmic, lilting phrases gone unheard by human ears for centuries spill into the air once more. Wild thrashing flames melt into molten golden globes spin into lances of light that weave between the volcanic eruptions of magical artillery to strike at the dark shadow that circles Mira Nova.
All fail to impact the black steel plate of the Ebon Lord.
The Third Seat expected nothing less.
This is a favored, and known tactic of his. After all, why take the chance that one of the many attacks directed at him might actually strike and wound deeply? Why gamble on the strikes behaving as he expects them to?
Much easier to avoid the whole issue entirely.
Mira Nova's eyes narrow, tracking his movements as closely as she dares. Conducting endless waves of fire, she continues her multiple casting. The gestures, the symbols, the fruits of an entire civilization's research into the arcane glow around her in an ever increasing complexity.
The Ebon Lord continues through the flame, even as his pursuers increase in quantity and quality. Foreign beasts now swarm from the very fires around him, their claws and teeth bright and bared in their furious attempts to stop the threat to their mistress. But he continues outpacing them all with the barest of margins, the mass of creatures akin a living, breathing mantle that snarls and rips at him as he passes through the flames of Hell.
Then he abruptly shifts, and is practically on top of the Third Seat.
The fiery river chasing him stutters and splits, a dozen tributaries born and dead within the moments as the flames change course to defend their mistress.
Mira Nova, still chanting and gesturing, twists her body away from the one-four-sixteen quicksilver strikes that flow from the Ebon Lord's blade. She has faced possibility of death many times before, some brought to her with the very same hands she faces now. But even so, her brows furrow in consternation as two of his blows just barely land.
She has gotten sloppy in her old age, it seems.
But she is not unduly wounded, and even as the torrent of tooth and claw crashes down and the Ebon Lord is forced to dart away, she winds the wayward threads of her seven simultaneous rituals together-
-and then-
LIGHT.
~
If he were a lesser being, the Ebon Lord would have sworn.
Instead, he dodges around the annoying pack of flame-beasts once again as he pushes at the Third Seat's defensive perimeter, seeking the right moment to unleash a storm of metal upon the caster.
Something that was going to be much more difficult, given the new form beside her.
A knight, bright and shining, with a great-sword idly twirling in one hand even as ruby-red flames burn in his helm. Something that towered over him similar to how he'd towered over Mira Nova.
Sturdier. Hardier.
More troublesome.
But at least the beasts have withdrawn, their purpose served. He'd been distracted long enough to allow Mira Nova to complete her workings.
Now, to take her and her lumbering oaf down a notch.
~
To be Maki Yamamoto in this moment is to be lost. Sweat beads down her brow as her limbs tremble, the drum of her heart thundering in her breast as she watches titanic explosions and black and red-orange blurs smash through her soul sanctum- though it isn't really hers, is it? It's Mira Nova's. The tiles, the curtains, the trophies, all belong to the Crystal Star that roped her into this whole thing, who-
who expected her to- who wanted her friends to-
Maki barely feels the impact as her knees hit the floor. Something in her aches even as heated air smashes into her, bangs fluttering in the wind.
Mira Nova wants to burn up her soul to revive some kingdom from gods know how long ago. Wants to sacrifice her and her friends' lives at the altar of some ancient past.
Maki wants to cry, but the heat has pretty thoroughly dried out her eyes.
Maki falls back, when an explosion happens closer to her than expected, and decides to scurry toward the edges of the sanctum. Because even if she's apparently doomed to burn her life up in the pursuit of Astronaut Kingdom, she'd rather not literally burn up in here. She can't exactly trust that Mira's flames don't actually hurt her anymore.
What's she going to do? She doesn't get this soul stuff, not nearly as well as Mira. Can she do anything to- to stop any of this?
She turns back to the fight.
Ah, Mira summoned a big knight.
That's probably bad for the Ebon guy. And her. Crap.
Flashes of light blind her during the rare moments when the two knights cross blades, the smashing of their swords echoing through the air.
Huh. She could've sworn the sanctum was smaller, but now the fight is way far away from her. She has to squint to try to make out the details. Lots of dodging on the Ebon guy's side, while the Fire guy's swipes only seem more frustrated, nothing major ever landing on Ebon dude despite Mira's supporting fire.
Then Ebon guy dodges away from an overhead strike into Fire guy's guard and somehow drives his blade up and through the armpit, forcing a choked gasp from him. Mira gapes for a split second. and that's enough for Ebon dude to rip his blade across her side even as the summoned knight breaks down into wispy flames.
The fight becomes more desperate, on Mira's end at least, and Maki is buoyed by a sudden surge of hope as the wounds continue to appear on the Crystal Star's form.
Maybe if Ebon dude manages to stop her, he can save her and then they can help everyone- because none of them deserve to be fuel for some ancient nutjob, not even Hana, even if her sunshine-and-rainbows attitude gets suuuper grating sometimes-
-Mira Nova appears before her and oh god she's reaching out and Maki feels her entire being begin to burn-
"Maki Yamamoto, it is time for you to-"
An ebon blade stabs through her breast, and she chokes.
"THIRD SEAT OF THE ASTRAL KNIGHTHOOD, YOUR TIME IS OVER."
The Crystal Star's lips twitch, a hand shakily reaching toward the steel parting her flesh. Her eyes dart to Maki's, a desperate light shining in them. But then the blade is shoved further into her, and the light fades.
The Ebon Lord yanks the blade out, and Mari Nova falls to the side. He straightens, blade down and to the side.
A darkness rushes out from him, tainting the tile in a shadowy wave.
"YOU ARE THE FIRST OF MANY, TO FACE HUMANITY'S RECKONING."
I dedicate this to the fast boy that never got to be.
~
For the first time in eons, a warrior of the Light is opposed by something that rivals the forces of Darkness.
For the first time in eons, the Ebon Lord strides into battle.
Though perhaps 'strides' isn't the right word for what happens.
Heat and light rain down upon him.
The Ebon Lord steps, and is gone.
Even as mana-fueled flame smashes and cracks the tiles along the Ebon Lord's path, The Third Seat of the Astral Knighthood's hands blur, tracing and framing alien symbols and hieroglyphs. She begins chanting as more pillars bloom across the great hall, charring and melting the fine silks and and ancient metals chronicling many past battles and struggles. Remnants of the past lifetimes evaporate under the relentless assault of lifetimes' worth of power, stolen and devoured.
Still the form of a enormous knight dashes on, unscathed.
Rhythmic, lilting phrases gone unheard by human ears for centuries spill into the air once more. Wild thrashing flames melt into molten golden globes spin into lances of light that weave between the volcanic eruptions of magical artillery to strike at the dark shadow that circles Mira Nova.
All fail to impact the black steel plate of the Ebon Lord.
The Third Seat expected nothing less.
This is a favored, and known tactic of his. After all, why take the chance that one of the many attacks directed at him might actually strike and wound deeply? Why gamble on the strikes behaving as he expects them to?
Much easier to avoid the whole issue entirely.
Mira Nova's eyes narrow, tracking his movements as closely as she dares. Conducting endless waves of fire, she continues her multiple casting. The gestures, the symbols, the fruits of an entire civilization's research into the arcane glow around her in an ever increasing complexity.
The Ebon Lord continues through the flame, even as his pursuers increase in quantity and quality. Foreign beasts now swarm from the very fires around him, their claws and teeth bright and bared in their furious attempts to stop the threat to their mistress. But he continues outpacing them all with the barest of margins, the mass of creatures akin a living, breathing mantle that snarls and rips at him as he passes through the flames of Hell.
Then he abruptly shifts, and is practically on top of the Third Seat.
The fiery river chasing him stutters and splits, a dozen tributaries born and dead within the moments as the flames change course to defend their mistress.
Mira Nova, still chanting and gesturing, twists her body away from the one-four-sixteen quicksilver strikes that flow from the Ebon Lord's blade. She has faced possibility of death many times before, some brought to her with the very same hands she faces now. But even so, her brows furrow in consternation as two of his blows just barely land.
She has gotten sloppy in her old age, it seems.
But she is not unduly wounded, and even as the torrent of tooth and claw crashes down and the Ebon Lord is forced to dart away, she winds the wayward threads of her seven simultaneous rituals together-
-and then-
LIGHT.
~
If he were a lesser being, the Ebon Lord would have sworn.
Instead, he dodges around the annoying pack of flame-beasts once again as he pushes at the Third Seat's defensive perimeter, seeking the right moment to unleash a storm of metal upon the caster.
Something that was going to be much more difficult, given the new form beside her.
A knight, bright and shining, with a great-sword idly twirling in one hand even as ruby-red flames burn in his helm. Something that towered over him similar to how he'd towered over Mira Nova.
Sturdier. Hardier.
More troublesome.
But at least the beasts have withdrawn, their purpose served. He'd been distracted long enough to allow Mira Nova to complete her workings.
Now, to take her and her lumbering oaf down a notch.
~
To be Maki Yamamoto in this moment is to be lost. Sweat beads down her brow as her limbs tremble, the drum of her heart thundering in her breast as she watches titanic explosions and black and red-orange blurs smash through her soul sanctum- though it isn't really hers, is it? It's Mira Nova's. The tiles, the curtains, the trophies, all belong to the Crystal Star that roped her into this whole thing, who-
who expected her to- who wanted her friends to-
Maki barely feels the impact as her knees hit the floor. Something in her aches even as heated air smashes into her, bangs fluttering in the wind.
Mira Nova wants to burn up her soul to revive some kingdom from gods know how long ago. Wants to sacrifice her and her friends' lives at the altar of some ancient past.
Maki wants to cry, but the heat has pretty thoroughly dried out her eyes.
Maki falls back, when an explosion happens closer to her than expected, and decides to scurry toward the edges of the sanctum. Because even if she's apparently doomed to burn her life up in the pursuit of Astronaut Kingdom, she'd rather not literally burn up in here. She can't exactly trust that Mira's flames don't actually hurt her anymore.
What's she going to do? She doesn't get this soul stuff, not nearly as well as Mira. Can she do anything to- to stop any of this?
She turns back to the fight.
Ah, Mira summoned a big knight.
That's probably bad for the Ebon guy. And her. Crap.
Flashes of light blind her during the rare moments when the two knights cross blades, the smashing of their swords echoing through the air.
Huh. She could've sworn the sanctum was smaller, but now the fight is way far away from her. She has to squint to try to make out the details. Lots of dodging on the Ebon guy's side, while the Fire guy's swipes only seem more frustrated, nothing major ever landing on Ebon dude despite Mira's supporting fire.
Then Ebon guy dodges away from an overhead strike into Fire guy's guard and somehow drives his blade up and through the armpit, forcing a choked gasp from him. Mira gapes for a split second. and that's enough for Ebon dude to rip his blade across her side even as the summoned knight breaks down into wispy flames.
The fight becomes more desperate, on Mira's end at least, and Maki is buoyed by a sudden surge of hope as the wounds continue to appear on the Crystal Star's form.
Maybe if Ebon dude manages to stop her, he can save her and then they can help everyone- because none of them deserve to be fuel for some ancient nutjob, not even Hana, even if her sunshine-and-rainbows attitude gets suuuper grating sometimes-
-Mira Nova appears before her and oh god she's reaching out and Maki feels her entire being begin to burn-
"Maki Yamamoto, it is time for you to-"
An ebon blade stabs through her breast, and she chokes.
"THIRD SEAT OF THE ASTRAL KNIGHTHOOD, YOUR TIME IS OVER."
The Crystal Star's lips twitch, a hand shakily reaching toward the steel parting her flesh. Her eyes dart to Maki's, a desperate light shining in them. But then the blade is shoved further into her, and the light fades.
The Ebon Lord yanks the blade out, and Mari Nova falls to the side. He straightens, blade down and to the side.
A darkness rushes out from him, tainting the tile in a shadowy wave.
"YOU ARE THE FIRST OF MANY, TO FACE HUMANITY'S RECKONING."
shibosho
The Face of Procrastination
- Location
- The Land of Oz
This is pretty good. I like it.
Also I caught a cold so update will be delayed.
