Even This Power Is Not Enough

[Terrabrand]

"You're one of those cryptic mystic types, aren't you? Literally every arrogant mystical being I've ever pounded into the ground has done almost the exact same song and dance when I ask them what they are. A god is a god, of course! A Slasnir is a Slasnir, of course! Every single time! Do you have some secret contract of annoying people with cryptic and vague answers that you assume they already know?" He looks genuinely annoyed. "Prophet was that way too, vague mutterings leading me to my death. Assume for a second that I have literally no idea what you are talking about. What are you?"

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Beta Ray Bill successfully resists the strong urge to facepalm at the exchange. Though his voice is noticeably tight when he does reply.

"Greetings, Lord Boros. I am Beta Ray Bill. To answer your questions in order, you are in his realm-" With this he indicates It That Slays. "And the both of us are quite strong by any reckoning. As for Dragons, the traditional definition is a variety of large, fire-breathing lizard of tremendous power." He pointedly looks up and down It That Slays. "Though having only recently encountered one, I am forced to admit that the traditional definition is breathtakingly inadequate."

"Now, may I have your word that you two will refrain from killing one another for the moment? Answers are paramount, and I must go and greet our other newcomer."

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It That Slays makes a decidedly strange noise before saying "I can't say I recall seeing a Dragon breath fire. Lasers, sometimes, but not fire. Perhaps it is because you do not appear to be native to the Wood Plane?" A pause, before saying "I have no current interest in killing this Lord Boros creature. The damage it has done to my forests would suggest it may be capable of breaching the barrier trapping me here."

"I will admit, some user of magic is much more impressive as a 'Dragon' then some fire-breathing lizard." He nods. "Why would I fight? Getting annoyed is no reason to fight, it's the thrill of being challenged. This being is immensely fast, faster than I can see. I've seen only one being like that before and he killed me with what you humans, I assume you are a human, Beta Ray Bill, call a couple of strong punches from his perspective. This would be no challenge unless I fought in an unfair manner, which would take the challenge out of it. I have no reason to fight this being at all, so there is no need to worry."

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It That Slays adjusts it's stance, bringing it's second hand away from the tree. "Do you not have particular areas of strength? It seems strange to assume you could not fight me simply because you are slower. Or is speed your own specialty?"

 

[TheMaskedReader]

It That Slays makes a decidedly strange noise before saying "I can't say I recall seeing a Dragon breath fire. Lasers, sometimes, but not fire. Perhaps it is because you do not appear to be native to the Wood Plane?" A pause, before saying "I have no current interest in killing this Lord Boros creature. The damage it has done to my forests would suggest it may be capable of breaching the barrier trapping me here."


It That Slays adjusts it's stance, bringing it's second hand away from the tree. "Do you not have particular areas of strength? It seems strange to assume you could not fight me simply because you are slower. Or is speed your own specialty?"

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"Not precisely. You see, I'm not going to tell you a thing. Why would I?" He shrugs. "I'll give some details, in the name of enlightening you, but I will not reveal anything more than this. I am immensely strong, fast, and durable. I can regenerate at an extremely fast rate. I can destroy planets. Finally, I can sense that in a true challenge, you would be an opponent above me in skill and in strength. Plus, your magic is likely extraordinarily powerful, as you mentioned a Wood Plane, can move extremely fast, and are made out of wood. Are you some nature spirit or guardian of the land? Those are always slightly harder to kill, due to having 'ties to the land' and as such, I have to destroy every speck of their sacred land..." He coughs in an attempt to change the subject away from his tangent. "However, I am searching for a specific opponent, one who is literally my equal. We would remain constantly challenging to one another, never able to complete the fight, always finding new joy in the battle. At least, that's how I interpret the prophecy that led me...to a situation that led me here. Speaking of which, what is this Wood Plane? A barrier trapping you here?" He look vaguely interested in what could keep a being he measured as more powerful, if not by much, than him trapped in his home area.

 

[Terrabrand]

"Not precisely. You see, I'm not going to tell you a thing. Why would I?" He shrugs. "I'll give some details, in the name of enlightening you, but I will not reveal anything more than this. I am immensely strong, fast, and durable. I can regenerate at an extremely fast rate. I can destroy planets. Finally, I can sense that in a true challenge, you would be an opponent above me in skill and in strength. Plus, your magic is likely extraordinarily powerful, as you mentioned a Wood Plane, can move extremely fast, and are made out of wood. Are you some nature spirit or guardian of the land? Those are always slightly harder to kill, due to having 'ties to the land' and as such, I have to destroy every speck of their sacred land..." He coughs in an attempt to change the subject away from his tangent. "However, I am searching for a specific opponent, one who is literally my equal. We would remain constantly challenging to one another, never able to complete the fight, always finding new joy in the battle. At least, that's how I interpret the prophecy that led me...to a situation that led me here. Speaking of which, what is this Wood Plane? A barrier trapping you here?" He look vaguely interested in what could keep a being he measured as more powerful, if not by much, than him trapped in his home area.

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The creature turns it's gaze to the side, briefly, before staring once more at Lord Boros. "I am a Dragon, and thus I rule my Territory. Traditionally, my Territory was bounded by the Territories of other Dragons. However, ever since Maldurion the Bloody appeared and shattered away my rightfully gained power, I have been caged by the nameless stone walls that now surround my Territory, and thus the forests as a whole can reasonably said to be mine, lacking any direct competition for them. As I cannot see your name, I can only conclude you are not only not aware of Dragons but not a Dragon or equivalent being, and thus are almost certainly incapable of actually killing me."

A pause, considering. "Although given my own Wyrms capacity to kill Dragons I would be a fool to count on the non-existence of such a capability."

Then it gestures vaguely. "The Wood Plane is where you are. It is the Plane of all Wood Dragons. The realm we fought in, until Maldurion the Bloody and the barrier.", it says, before continuing thoughtfully "Although I suppose it may be the case the other Wood Dragons yet fight beyond the barrier."

 

[TheMaskedReader]

The creature turns it's gaze to the side, briefly, before staring once more at Lord Boros. "I am a Dragon, and thus I rule my Territory. Traditionally, my Territory was bounded by the Territories of other Dragons. However, ever since Maldurion the Bloody appeared and shattered away my rightfully gained power, I have been caged by the nameless stone walls that now surround my Territory, and thus the forests as a whole can reasonably said to be mine, lacking any direct competition for them. As I cannot see your name, I can only conclude you are not only not aware of Dragons but not a Dragon or equivalent being, and thus are almost certainly incapable of actually killing me."

A pause, considering. "Although given my own Wyrms capacity to kill Dragons I would be a fool to count on the non-existence of such a capability."

Then it gestures vaguely. "The Wood Plane is where you are. It is the Plane of all Wood Dragons. The realm we fought in, until Maldurion the Bloody and the barrier.", it says, before continuing thoughtfully "Although I suppose it may be the case the other Wood Dragons yet fight beyond the barrier."

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"Interesting. I will admit, as I did not know what Dragons are, that doesn't mean that I cannot kill them. Wyrms? Odd name. So you are the last of your kind?"

 

[Terrabrand]

"Interesting. I will admit, as I did not know what Dragons are, that doesn't mean that I cannot kill them. Wyrms? Odd name. So you are the last of your kind?"

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It immediately gestures, harshly at that. "Of course not. Maldurion somehow restored all my prey to life, that much I caught before he isolated me from them. That's leaving aside those I had been fighting upon his arrival."

 

[TheMaskedReader]

It immediately gestures, harshly at that. "Of course not. Maldurion somehow restored all my prey to life, that much I caught before he isolated me from them. That's leaving aside those I had been fighting upon his arrival."

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"So, this Maldurion. He is someone stronger than you?"

 

[Terrabrand]

"So, this Maldurion. He is someone stronger than you?"

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The Dragon nods, saying "Immensely so, although I anticipate I would have been at least his equal had I managed to kill all the other Wood Dragons before he appeared. Now, I am likely too diminished to immediately matter against him."

 

[TheMaskedReader]

The Dragon nods, saying "Immensely so, although I anticipate I would have been at least his equal had I managed to kill all the other Wood Dragons before he appeared. Now, I am likely too diminished to immediately matter against him."

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"So, you gain power from the deaths of your opponents? Why has this Maldurion not killed you, then?"

 

[Terrabrand]

"So, you gain power from the deaths of your opponents? Why has this Maldurion not killed you, then?"

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The creature makes a noise rather like the sound of a wood chipper. Perhaps it's frustrated."I gain power from killing other Dragons, yes, like any Dragon does. I do not know why Maldurion has left me alive, nor do I have a single credible guess."

 

[TheMaskedReader]

The creature makes a noise rather like the sound of a wood chipper. Perhaps it's frustrated."I gain power from killing other Dragons, yes, like any Dragon does. I do not know why Maldurion has left me alive, nor do I have a single credible guess."

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"Maybe you aren't a real dragon, then? Maybe you are just some twisted simalcrum, given power and placed inside an inescapably box for some reason? Maybe to see what the real you would do, maybe to torture a version of you, maybe to see what'll happen when you interact with us? I've seen stranger things occur."

 

[Vozen]

The birdman crows victoriously. The feathers Kar's himself has launched turn on a dime, rocketing back at him, every last one. The feathers the birdman launched also abruptly juke midair, once again towards Kars. And he launches another wave.

The Leviathan calls out "My Sorcerers report that you are fighting a God of Feathers! I suggest you stop using feathers, as that dominion is conceptual in nature."

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"Hmm..." Kars said to himself as the feathers struck him, a frustration starting to build. Far from harming him, the projectiles simply cut in a bit, then melted back into his body. With a brief shift, suddenly the wings were leathery and bat-like.

"What say we try this again, and THIS time..." he trailed off, then from points extending from his shoulders, long sharp spines shot out like missiles. In addition to being incredibly sharp, they were all secretly laces with a potent venom made from Lionfish poison. "My blows will NOT be stopped!"

 

[CV12Hornet]

It That Slays makes a decidedly strange noise before saying "I can't say I recall seeing a Dragon breath fire. Lasers, sometimes, but not fire. Perhaps it is because you do not appear to be native to the Wood Plane?" A pause, before saying "I have no current interest in killing this Lord Boros creature. The damage it has done to my forests would suggest it may be capable of breaching the barrier trapping me here."


It That Slays adjusts it's stance, bringing it's second hand away from the tree. "Do you not have particular areas of strength? It seems strange to assume you could not fight me simply because you are slower. Or is speed your own specialty?"

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"Not precisely. You see, I'm not going to tell you a thing. Why would I?" He shrugs. "I'll give some details, in the name of enlightening you, but I will not reveal anything more than this. I am immensely strong, fast, and durable. I can regenerate at an extremely fast rate. I can destroy planets. Finally, I can sense that in a true challenge, you would be an opponent above me in skill and in strength. Plus, your magic is likely extraordinarily powerful, as you mentioned a Wood Plane, can move extremely fast, and are made out of wood. Are you some nature spirit or guardian of the land? Those are always slightly harder to kill, due to having 'ties to the land' and as such, I have to destroy every speck of their sacred land..." He coughs in an attempt to change the subject away from his tangent. "However, I am searching for a specific opponent, one who is literally my equal. We would remain constantly challenging to one another, never able to complete the fight, always finding new joy in the battle. At least, that's how I interpret the prophecy that led me...to a situation that led me here. Speaking of which, what is this Wood Plane? A barrier trapping you here?" He look vaguely interested in what could keep a being he measured as more powerful, if not by much, than him trapped in his home area.

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For a long moment, Bill eyes both Boros and It That Slays.

"Perhaps," he says in answer to the dragon's question. "Even probably."

Of course, by this point the two are already going back and forth in conversation, and so Bill feels comfortable leaving them to it. Twirling his hammer, he soars into the air in search of Santa Claus, scanning the skies.

@I just write

 

[We Just Write]

For a long moment, Bill eyes both Boros and It That Slays.

"Perhaps," he says in answer to the dragon's question. "Even probably."

Of course, by this point the two are already going back and forth in conversation, and so Bill feels comfortable leaving them to it. Twirling his hammer, he soars into the air in search of Santa Claus, scanning the skies.

@I just write

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On his part, Santa Claus was fully aware of the individual flying up to meet him, and aware that his identity was known. The old Christmas spirit shrugged, before turning his sleigh to fly alongside Beta Ray Bill. After all, he wasn't averse to conversation, especially in the current circumstances, given that his annual delivery run had been so rudely interrupted.

As he pulled up alongside, Santa greeted his new acquaintance with "Hello Bill. I take it that I don't need any introduction with you?"

 

[CV12Hornet]

On his part, Santa Claus was fully aware of the individual flying up to meet him, and aware that his identity was known. The old Christmas spirit shrugged, before turning his sleigh to fly alongside Beta Ray Bill. After all, he wasn't averse to conversation, especially in the current circumstances, given that his annual delivery run had been so rudely interrupted.

As he pulled up alongside, Santa greeted his new acquaintance with "Hello Bill. I take it that I don't need any introduction with you?"

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'How-?!' Bill mentally exclaims, outwardly flinching. Still, it is more surprising than anything, and the Korbinite recovers fast.

"Er, no," he answers. "How much do you know of the situation we are in?"

 

[We Just Write]

'How-?!' Bill mentally exclaims, outwardly flinching. Still, it is more surprising than anything, and the Korbinite recovers fast.

"Er, no," he answers. "How much do you know of the situation we are in?"

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"Very little, I'm afraid. One minute I was finishing up with my annual delivery run, the next, I was flying over this forest. Oh, I do hope I can get a message back to Missus Claus and the Elves soon, they do so worry whenever I'm away."

 

[CV12Hornet]

"Very little, I'm afraid. One minute I was finishing up with my annual delivery run, the next, I was flying over this forest. Oh, I do hope I can get a message back to Missus Claus and the Elves soon, they do so worry whenever I'm away."

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Bill nods. Now, to hope that Santa Claus' character matched that of his legends...

"That will likely be impossible, I'm afraid," he says sadly. "This whole situation - alien landscapes, fighters from all realms plucked there by a being of great power, this Maldurion and the words he spoke to us - reminds me of what my bond brother Thor has explained of the Battleworld and the Beyonder that arranged it. I fear that until we achieve Maldurion's purpose for us, he will likely not let us leave or send messages."

Bill's gaze becomes hard and flinty, and his hand grips Stormbreaker's thong a little harder.

"So, we must find Maldurion, and end him."

So saying, his expression softens a little.

"I must ask that you not share this with either of the other two companions we currently have on this quest," the Korbinite continues. "Both of them are the impetuous sort, and I fear they would take such news as license to pick a fight. Something we do not need at this time."

 

[We Just Write]

Bill nods. Now, to hope that Santa Claus' character matched that of his legends...

"That will likely be impossible, I'm afraid," he says sadly. "This whole situation - alien landscapes, fighters from all realms plucked there by a being of great power, this Maldurion and the words he spoke to us - reminds me of what my bond brother Thor has explained of the Battleworld and the Beyonder that arranged it. I fear that until we achieve Maldurion's purpose for us, he will likely not let us leave or send messages."

Bill's gaze becomes hard and flinty, and his hand grips Stormbreaker's thong a little harder.

"So, we must find Maldurion, and end him."

So saying, his expression softens a little.

"I must ask that you not share this with either of the other two companions we currently have on this quest," the Korbinite continues. "Both of them are the impetuous sort, and I fear they would take such news as license to pick a fight. Something we do not need at this time."

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Santa Claus noticeably saddens at this piece of information, before he says "Ah. I truly wish that weren't necessary, but I have definitely encountered such eventualities before. It seems that sadly I must bear the Northwards Pole once more."

The old man subtly gestures at the forest below, noting "As for your companions, I have a far better grasp of their character than you may realize; after all, how would I know who deserved a gift every year, if I couldn't see what everyone had been doing?"

 

[CV12Hornet]

Santa Claus noticeably saddens at this piece of information, before he says "Ah. I truly wish that weren't necessary, but I have definitely encountered such eventualities before. It seems that sadly I must bear the Northwards Pole once more."

The old man subtly gestures at the forest below, noting "As for your companions, I have a far better grasp of their character than you may realize; after all, how would I know who deserved a gift every year, if I couldn't see what everyone had been doing?"

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Ah. So that's how he did it.

"I will admit, I hadn't fully thought through the implications of your legend..." Bill muses. "In that case, best we rejoin them."

And with that, Bill arcs away back towards where Boros and It That Slays were left.

 

[We Just Write]

Ah. So that's how he did it.

"I will admit, I hadn't fully thought through the implications of your legend..." Bill muses. "In that case, best we rejoin them."

And with that, Bill arcs away back towards where Boros and It That Slays were left.

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as Beta Ray Bill flies away, Santa remarks to himself "Yes, I suppose I might as well."

That said, he comes in at a leisurely pace, landing right behind Beta Ray Bill with nary a sound.

 

[Genon]

IN THE PAST

Vector's domain does still seem to exist, to her senses, but there is a difficult to define interference. She can't quite put her finger on it.

The armored figure leaves it's arms crossed and stares warily at Vector's hand, when she reaches out for a handshake. It doesn't seem to recognize the gesture. In response to her questions, it says "Hmm. I don't believe you are using a relevant definition of world. This dimensional space is the Bone Plane, home to we, the Jarrow, and those we preside over. This region, in particular, is an un-noteworthy stretch of the Plane that is under my rule and held by my Taint. The Jight, Wotash the Dungeon Master, is the only thing of notable interest anywhere near, aside myself, that Edon the Grey did not bring here just now."

Then it pauses, considering. "As to your other question, so long as it would not harm my people, I see no reason to object. I allow Edon the Grey to traipse in and out, so unless your friends are exceptionally destructive in temperament, a possibility that your Myth has me doubtful of, it's no concern of mine."

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Agatha retracts her hand and puts it back at her side, saying, "A handshake is a gesture of greeting and/or friendship where I come from. I am...unfamiliar with your customs, so forgive me for not knowing the local equivalent. And I see, thank you for the information. I'll have to read up on how the cosmology works here later, since the way reality is organized--for lack of a better term--where I come from is substantially different. Now I'm going to try and warp back to my domain. Give me a second."

She closed her eyes, and invoked the connection she had to her domain. First she tried to open a portal to it so that she could get back if she needed to. If that didn't work, she'd try to warp back there directly. Think of the difference between portal-making and teleportation.

Phalanges responds differently to this question. "You are in my realm, not far from my border with Dreamer Fovea. Hmm. If you are to stick around, I would suggest visiting her realm. She is deeply invested in matters of Sorcery, and monitors the actions of Maldurion the Bloody and his Jyre as to provide us advanced warning on his schemes. After all, he may be unable to best me in a direct battle, but that doesn't help if I can't intercept his invasion attempts."

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Maldurion the Bloody, eh? That sounded like the name of a person who she'd want to assassinate sooner-or-later. Of course, she'd need more information on this Maldurion before she made a move. After all, if his minions were capable of tanking full-strength Death Balls from a Super Saiyan Blue-equivalent, this was a seriously tough opponent she was dealing with here. Thoughts for later. For now, she needed to figure out exactly how fucked she was by this entire "warped far from home" situation.

IN THE PRESENT

The Jarrow sighs audibly and turns back towards Maya. "By all means, leave, I see no benefit in entertaining you, and if you persist in wasting time I could spend patrolling my lands, coordinating with my brethren and kindred, and training promising heroes, I will take that as an attack upon my people. So unless you have something worth my attention, I suggest you leave me be."

Then he begins slowly ascending, not taking his eye off his guests, but apparently surveying the region.

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As Phalanges ascends, while Agatha was desperately trying to reach her domain, she lapses out of her concentration for a brief moment to speak to Meti and Maya. "Thanks, morons," she said, "Because you couldn't see that this isn't your world, whatver it is, and your local customs don't apply, you cut off yet another source of information about wherever the hell we got warped to. Brilliant."

@Estro
@Laplace

 

[Laplace]

As Phalanges ascends, while Agatha was desperately trying to reach her domain, she lapses out of her concentration for a brief moment to speak to Meti and Maya. "Thanks, morons," she said, "Because you couldn't see that this isn't your world, whatver it is, and your local customs don't apply, you cut off yet another source of information about wherever the hell we got warped to. Brilliant."

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Mathangi Maya Mantra
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"Is it truely my fault that the man is an iccorigable, mannerless barbarian? No. It is his and the fault of his poor mother and the nearest equivilant," she sniffed. As she blew off the young woman, she started thinking. So Throne is unreachable. Then, what about any of the other worlds? She'd just cut a path to whatever world was closest, then repeat if necessary.

For the third time, starfire gathered around her blade. In one lazy sweep, she cut yet another path, to anywhere but here.

 

[Terrabrand]

"Maybe you aren't a real dragon, then? Maybe you are just some twisted simalcrum, given power and placed inside an inescapably box for some reason? Maybe to see what the real you would do, maybe to torture a version of you, maybe to see what'll happen when you interact with us? I've seen stranger things occur."

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It That Slays considers for a moment. "Preposterous. He'd be unable to accurately simulate my powers, even if he somehow grasped my mindset. Moreover, the barrier is beyond feasibility of penetration for me, not possibility. Were it not for the Daemons that acted against my efforts, I would have long ago breached to the outside. Indeed, at first the blazing inferno of Honox swirled into existence, to try and cage me, but when I slew that one for the third time, the walls began to be formed from nothing. "

Ah. So that's how he did it.

"I will admit, I hadn't fully thought through the implications of your legend..." Bill muses. "In that case, best we rejoin them."

And with that, Bill arcs away back towards where Boros and It That Slays were left.

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as Beta Ray Bill flies away, Santa remarks to himself "Yes, I suppose I might as well."

That said, he comes in at a leisurely pace, landing right behind Beta Ray Bill with nary a sound.

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It That Slays turns to face them. "I wish to breach the barrier now. I'm not one to pretend my raw physical power is noteworthy, and the stone walls are most vexingly unalive."

Agatha retracts her hand and puts it back at her side, saying, "A handshake is a gesture of greeting and/or friendship where I come from. I am...unfamiliar with your customs, so forgive me for not knowing the local equivalent. And I see, thank you for the information. I'll have to read up on how the cosmology works here later, since the way reality is organized--for lack of a better term--where I come from is substantially different. Now I'm going to try and warp back to my domain. Give me a second."

She closed her eyes, and invoked the connection she had to her domain. First she tried to open a portal to it so that she could get back if she needed to. If that didn't work, she'd try to warp back there directly. Think of the difference between portal-making and teleportation.

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The portal flickers into existence, and frankly you aren't sure what you are looking at through it. Something like a violent storm, in some ways, shapes moving amid what superficially appears to be clouds. It's certainly not your domain.

@Estro

Mathangi Maya Mantra
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"Is it truely my fault that the man is an iccorigable, mannerless barbarian? No. It is his and the fault of his poor mother and the nearest equivilant," she sniffed. As she blew off the young woman, she started thinking. So Throne is unreachable. Then, what about any of the other worlds? She'd just cut a path to whatever world was closest, then repeat if necessary.

For the third time, starfire gathered around her blade. In one lazy sweep, she cut yet another path, to anywhere but here.

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You cleave through reality, and find yourself amid glowing light, on a misty, plane. You stand, but there's no ground beneath your feet. Also, that Edon the Grey fellow is facing off against a glowing dragon, scaled and massive as a mountain, having it's claws cleave off air.

And a legion of little dragon things battle armored orcs or some such, the little dragon things seemingly supporting the dragon and the orcs clearly on Edon's side. Several of the little dragon things charge you, while others lash out with lightning blasted from their mouths, some towards you, some towards the orcs.

 

[TheMaskedReader]

It That Slays considers for a moment. "Preposterous. He'd be unable to accurately simulate my powers, even if he somehow grasped my mindset. Moreover, the barrier is beyond feasibility of penetration for me, not possibility. Were it not for the Daemons that acted against my efforts, I would have long ago breached to the outside. Indeed, at first the blazing inferno of Honox swirled into existence, to try and cage me, but when I slew that one for the third time, the walls began to be formed from nothing. "

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"Demons? That sounds like an interesting challenge. What are they?"

 

[Genon]

The portal flickers into existence, and frankly you aren't sure what you are looking at through it. Something like a violent storm, in some ways, shapes moving amid what superficially appears to be clouds. It's certainly not your domain.

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Agatha's eyes widened as she looked at the eldritch hellhole within. Nopenopenopenopenope all of the nope. Needless to say, the portal was immediately closed as quickly as it was opened.

You cleave through reality, and find yourself amid glowing light, on a misty, plane. You stand, but there's no ground beneath your feet. Also, that Edon the Grey fellow is facing off against a glowing dragon, scaled and massive as a mountain, having it's claws cleave off air.

And a legion of little dragon things battle armored orcs or some such, the little dragon things seemingly supporting the dragon and the orcs clearly on Edon's side. Several of the little dragon things charge you, while others lash out with lightning blasted from their mouths, some towards you, some towards the orcs.

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Mathangi Maya Mantra
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"Is it truely my fault that the man is an iccorigable, mannerless barbarian? No. It is his and the fault of his poor mother and the nearest equivilant," she sniffed. As she blew off the young woman, she started thinking. So Throne is unreachable. Then, what about any of the other worlds? She'd just cut a path to whatever world was closest, then repeat if necessary.

For the third time, starfire gathered around her blade. In one lazy sweep, she cut yet another path, to anywhere but here.

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And that was when Agatha realized that neither of these idiots were worth her time. These two arrogant sword-wielding hobos had been more of a hindrance than a help. Perhaps they were useful in combat, but that was about it. Agatha would normally always prefer to have allies by her back. But these two had, with their arrogance, almost gotten her a) left in the Killing Fields to die (again) or be captured and possibly tortured for eternity by that Maldurion fucker, and b) had quite possibly gotten Protector Phalanges, one of her only contacts in this realm, to despise all of them, herself included. And barely any time had passed since she got here!

Thus, she chose to ignore Maya's conceited blathering as she vanished to Kai-knew-where (look, Agatha knew she was a goddess herself, but it was an expression, okay?), noting how good a riddance it was that the foolish woman was finally gone. Instead, she just rolled her eyes and effortlessly ascended into the air to follow Protector Phalanges. With any luck, he hadn't lumped Agatha in with Maya and Meti already.

Once she had reached the same altitude as him, she said, "Hey, Protector Phalanges. I'm...sorry about those two idiots down there. I have no idea who they are or where they come from, I met them maybe twenty minutes ago, and they're arrogant to the point of stupidity. I think now would be a good time to part ways with them. But...given how little I know about, well, anything in this Plane, let alone the local multiverse, and that I can't warp to my domain, I need to read up on this place. Can you point me to the nearest library, or whatever the local name for a storehouse of knowledge is?"

 

[Genon]

Agatha's eyes widened as she looked at the eldritch hellhole within. Nopenopenopenopenope all of the nope. Needless to say, the portal was immediately closed as quickly as it opened.




And that was when Agatha realized that neither of these idiots were worth her time. These two arrogant sword-wielding hobos had been more of a hindrance than a help. Perhaps they were useful in combat, but that was about it. Agatha would normally always prefer to have allies by her back. But these two had, with their arrogance, almost gotten her a) left in the Killing Fields to die (again) or be captured and possibly tortured for eternity by that Maldurion fucker, and b) had quite possibly gotten Protector Phalanges, one of her only contacts in this realm, to despise all of them, herself included. And barely any time had passed since she got here!

Thus, she chose to ignore Maya's conceited blathering as she vanished to Kai-knew-where (look, Agatha knew she was a goddess herself, but it was an expression, okay?), noting how good a riddance it was that the foolish woman was finally gone. Instead, she just rolled her eyes and effortlessly ascended into the air to follow Protector Phalanges. With any luck, he hadn't lumped Agatha in with Maya and Meti already.

Once she had reached the same altitude as him, she said, "Hey, Protector Phalanges. I'm...sorry about those two idiots down there. I have no idea who they are or where they come from, I met them maybe twenty minutes ago, and they're arrogant to the point of stupidity. I think now would be a good time to part ways with them. But...given how little I know about, well, anything in this Plane, let alone the local multiverse, and that I can't warp to my domain, I need to read up on this place. Can you point me to the nearest library, or whatever the local name for a storehouse of knowledge is?"

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(Forgot to tag @Estro)