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Magical Defender Planar Champions! (Magical Girls / 5e DnD)

Aranfan

Aranfan

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The Museum of National History was not typically considered a liminal place. During the daytime, it was filled with both tourists and patriots. As one of the finest such institutions in the land, it reliably drew large crowds. One of the biggest draws was the sword Radiant Chooser. Once upon a time it was forged to fight off an incursion from Baator. In the days after Asmodeus was repelled, it became the badge of office for the Kings and Queens of the land, for Radiant Chooser would not allow one who did not love justice to wield it. Since the revolution, however, it has sat in the museum, rejecting all attempts to take it from it's plinth.

And so it sat this night, alone in the dark. Until, abruptly, it wasn't. It strobed angrily in response.

The red skinned intruder chuckled, "Why am I here? Why else would I be here? It is time."

And then three more beings appeared in the room around the plinth. The robed man spoke first, "Don't forget your part Asmodeus." He said, a chatter of tweets from the goldfinches around him emphasizing his words.

The red skinned man waves his hand dismissively, "Yes yes, command of the invasion will be given to one of my subordinates, I must offer to empower one of this world's defenders free of charge, and anything I happen to be told of my subordinates' plans must be conveyed to that defender. If she chooses to accept my offer."

The sword strobed again, this time in a huff.

<I already showed you the math>, interjected the small felinesque animal to the swords' left, <This is our best chance to fend off Baator once more.>

The woman laughed, branches swaying, "I think dear Radiant may have objections beyond mere effectiveness."

<I don't understand such concerns.> Was the reply.

The red skinned man clapped, "Well, we all have champions to make our offers to, and we should be off, yes?" He smirked, and disappeared.

Shortly, the sword and the robbed man with the birds were alone in the room.

"I'm also unhappy it came to this. None should have to bear the burden of fighting Baator so young." The man's voice was sorrowful. The Sword strobed comfort.

And then the Sword was once again alone on it's plinth.

It casts Telepathy. It has an offer to make.

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THE NEXT DAY​


It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, on days like this kids should be playing in the park. And a goodly number of them are. The park teems with people this gorgeous afternoon. Tomorrow will be time for school and work, but this Sunday is free and happy.

Sharp eyes will note a speck of color in the sky that seems off. They will stop and point when it falls to the earth, getting closer and larger. Of course, when the Pit Fiend makes contact with the ground in the middle of the park, it is with such an impact that it slightly craters the ground and attracts the attention of all in the park. It stands tall and proud, with blackened armor sucking in the light and a sword of barbed iron in it's hand. A moment of silence as people process the great evil that has appeared before them, then...

"REJOICE! THE DAY OF YOUR SALVATION IS AT HAND. THE CHAOS AND DISORDER THAT PLAUGES YOUR NATION, NAY YOUR WORLD IS SOON TO BE RECTIFIED. THE DIVINE ORDER OF ASMODEUS IS SOON TO EMBRACE YOUR WORLD, REJOICE!"

The park is stillness and silence. Then the screaming starts.
 
Blade Avenger jumps down from a nearby rooftop, drawing her black bladed katana as she does and pointing it at the Pit Fiend.

"Hey, Hey, HEY! The hell are you doing fucking up my favorite park?! I'm going to beat you down and turn you into mincemeat, or my name ain't Blade Avenger!"
 
Astrid is lounging further back, quietly napping under a tree as the fiend arrives. She finds herself rudely awakened as it bellows out its proclamation, and any lingering grogginess is banished as the screaming begins. She freezes for a moment, her eyes locked on the infernal, then scrambles back further under the cover of the treeline.

"So it begins," the strange voice in her head intones, reminiscent of the toll of mourning bells. "The time has come. This world's time has not yet come, Astrid. You must fight, in order to prove that to be true. Speak the words. Be brave." She stops shrinking back into the foliage, though by now she can barely see the clearing in which the pit fiend stands.

Astrid swallows. She holds up a shaking hand - arcane energy sparks along her fingers, and she traces the shape of a glyph on the air before her. Another moment, and she speaks the invocation that has been carved into her psyche.

A sun-bright flare of silvery energy erupts from the copse of trees amidst a thunderous booming noise, and a moment later Sword Thunder bursts out herself, her long golden braid whipping in the wind like a snake. The Magical Girl pauses for a moment, reaching forward, and her hand sinks into what seems like thin air, apparently disappearing into the ether for a moment. She pulls back, and the rest of her limb returns to visibility. As she continues pulling, a great gleaming sword reveals itself, clutched in her grip - a weapon with a certain elegance, despite being nearly as long as the Magical Girl is tall.

Sword Thunder strides over, doing her best to stare a hole in the fiend. She plants herself in front of it at a good distance, and swings the greatsword down to rest point-first on the grass.
 
Tama had left home earlier than normal that morning, if only to escape before her parents or sisters awoke and noticed her arm was now healed or the large black tattoo the swirled up the length of her arm. The young half-orc girl just needed to go out, get some fresh air and figure what the hell was going on!?

Morning turned to afternoon, as Tama travel visited libraries and museums, searching and researching for any hint or clue to what had happened the previous night. The Kaniwha was nothing but a stupid old myth that the stupid old people of the Home Island told the little kids.

But what little she found didn't give her any insight into what had happened in that dark alleyway. Nothing explained the creature she saw or the ancient tribal markings now etched across her bicep.

She had one last option. A small corner shop Tama knew of on the other side of town, were an elderly Orchish couple cold traditional fruits, fish and nuts of the Home Islands. All she had to do was cross a park.

Simply right?

Just as she was entering the park, Tama noticed the distorted atmosphere that seemed to localised around the centre of the park. Before Tama's mind could process what was happening a large explosion rocked the area and launched Tama straight onto her ass.

A gas main explosion!?

As the smoke and dirt cleared from Tama's view, the Half-Orc gymnast saw a large hulking figure, clad in ebony spiked armour that looked plated onto it's monstrous frame, with a terrible and cruel blade that looked longer then Tama was tall. Then it spoke.

"REJOICE! THE DAY OF YOUR SALVATION IS AT HAND. THE CHAOS AND DISORDER THAT PLAUGES YOUR NATION, NAY YOUR WORLD IS SOON TO BE RECTIFIED. THE DIVINE ORDER OF ASMODEUS IS SOON TO EMBRACE YOUR WORLD, REJOICE!"
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Tama's hand went to cover her ears, as it felt like her eardrums had popped from the pressure of the beast's voice alone. As the pressure subsided the non-corporal voice Kaniwha returned and echoed in the back of her skull. The Dark Mana that would plague the Earth...

As many others fled, a few brave stood their ground, and danced? and sung beautifully war cries. It resonated with sometime dark and curling within the depths of her soul. Like the depths of the ocean...

Her hand gripped the newly fresh tattoos of her arm and they become alive, twisting and slithering like dozens of black snakes against the canvas of her ashen skin.

"Ko te kaha o te moana, te ora o te whenua, na te aroha o te rangi, ko matou nga toa o tenei kingitanga ka mate koe, ka whakahokia mai koe i te wai i haere mai ai koe!" Kaewi Tama voice thundered as almost a torrent of water erupted around her. As it faded the tall lanky Orcish schoolgirl was now wearing a bird like cowl of yellow and red feathers that covered her upper face, which matched the similarly coloured robes that flowed behind her. The tattato on her arm had grown and now covered her shoulder and part of her chest. Her lips her where now black and a new pattern of black markings twisted down from her tusks and down her chin.

She stomped forward before bracing herself and drawing a thumb across her throat, rolling her head side to side and sticking her tongue out.

"Or to translate I'm going to kill you ya bastard!" The Defender of Mana shouted to the heavens.
 
It was the usual sunday afternoon. The sun was bright, the birds were singing, and I was walking around town being trailed by the same cat thing that made me an offer last night.

<And so, by the fourth transitive property of Kalvergo's analogues, the projection of the bolt must follow a straight line, unless the commutative properties of Indrason's surface are used, but you can't do that yet so it does not matter.>

For the last hour we'd walked in a rough circle, taking perhaps fifteen minutes to complete each circuit, while Kyubey explained what exactly the bolt I could fire could do. I could understand perhaps one in every ten magical theory it referenced (I'd asked, and apparently Kyubey admitted to not understanding human gender, and as such it was fine), but it was really my mistake for asking the cat-creature in the first place.

Kyubey paused for a second, looking up at the sky, before continuing, taking a new path when we came to the next junction. A few minutes later the ground shook, and I heard a vast yell in praise of Asmodeous.

<He's three minutes late.>

I looked at the cat-creature, who jumped onto my shoulder as I started to run towards the park. Arriving, I skidded to a stop and pointed my finger at him as a flash of light obscured me, flashing from the gem I kept on my necklace, which Kyubey had told me was at this moment essential for my abilites.

"From the Nine Hells to the Pit, I swear to defeat evil wherever it stands! Wherever the light of good fades, I shall be there to bolster it with my own! To defend the edges of the world from all the horrors of beyond!"

The light died down, revealing my new ... costume, I suppose. It was apparently a form of magical armour, according to Kyubey, even if I did feel a bit silly stood there.

"Magical Girl: Chosen of Kyubey! I am..."

I swept my other hand across my head in a fit of pique, flicking my hair out the way.

"Liminal Justice!"
 
Kerilia Kolpophis had been lying on a blanket (read: re-purposed beach towel) in the park, enjoying the sun. To all appearances she was asleep, book resting pages-down on her chest, but inside herthoughts whirled.

She'd been woken last night by nothing less than an angel. It had spoken, the words musical and powerful and indescribably pure. It was a voice she could never imagine sneering cruelly or arrogantly mocking.

Kerilia Kolpophis, it had said, as the schoolgirl stared at the glowing being, hands gripping the sheet.

The world is in great peril. The forces of evil grow near, to despoil all that is good and pure and crush all freedom beneath black iron.

You have been chosen to wield our holy power. To heal what is wounded, to shed light where it is dark.

Will you accept thy duty and become a magical girl?

She'd managed to nervously hiss out an 'ok' at the time. Now, she felt somewhat embarrassed. Surely she could have come up with something more... weighty for the situation? In the holy books, when the gods called upon mortals, they didn't typically respond with yep.

Urrgh. That was even if it had happened in the first place, though there was a undefinable difference that made her feel it wasn't imaginary. That, and the golden gem on a bronze bracelet that had appeared on her wrist and wouldn't come off. That was pretty conclusive evidence, really.

She opened her eyes, bright green squinting against the blue sky, and began to sit up. Ah, well. She might as well get back hom-

An thunderous impact slapped her back down onto her towel.

She forced herself back up as the booming voice of an honest-to-gods monster began to echo across the park, some giant red-skinned creature in shadowed steel. Even as the screaming started and people began to scatter, light flashed, once, twice, more - and as if from nowhere, girls in costumes began to appear.
They were bold and beautiful, but compared to the fiend in front of them, they seemed woefully inadequate. Her bracelet seemed to tingle in her soul, and she knew what to do.

She stood and held out a hand in front of her, the gem on the bracelet gleaming with an internal light now.
"In the name of the godsss!" she shouted, the words flowing from her tongue. "Come forth, O Light!"
A coil of light sprang from the god and wrapped around her, rendering her grossly incandescent before it faded, leaving her in a what resembled a golden scapular over a black bodysuit, her head covered by a golden cornette. Her arms and shins were protected with gleaming greaves and bracers - the gem now duplicated, in the centre of each bracer. A belt patterned like interwoven snakes cinched her scapular to her waist.

"I am the magical girl, Heaven Ssscale! Repent, ye wicked!"
 
The pit fiend smiles cruelly as five young girls step towards him rather than away. "So, you are the anarchists who would oppose my mission. Fools, you face Voshock the Victorious. Although you are not lacking in bravery, I shall admit."

He throws out his hands, gesturing with his sword. The feeling of fear and terror that had saturated the park seems to shift, congealing towards the Pit Fiend. Then something snaps, and the emotions condense into a new fiend.

"Deal with them." Is the command, and the summoned devil obeys, lunging forward towards the closest of the heroes.
 
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The pit fiend smiles cruelly as five young girls step towards him rather than away. "So, you are the anarchists who would oppose my mission. Fools, you face Voshock the Victorious. Although you are not lacking in bravery, I shall admit."

He throws out his hands, gesturing with his sword. The feeling of fear and terror that had saturated the park seems to shift, congealing towards the Pit Fiend. Then something snaps, and the emotions condense into a new fiend.

"Deal with them." Is the command, and the summoned devil obeys, lunging forward towards the closest of the heroes.
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As the devil leapt, pink sparks leapt between my hands, faster and faster and faster, until I had a ball of undulating, shifting, energy flowing in random patterns around my hand.

<It actually follows the pattern of a strange attractor. It's perfectly definable.>

In a mildly heretical move, I ignored my god-cum-familiar, and swept my hand fowards, leaving a line of burning pink energy flowing between the demon and myself, and beyond, before it vanished. The demon looked hurt, but not much. I'd need to do better in the future to destroy the enemies of Good if I was to live up to my charge.
 
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"Deal with them." Is the command, and the summoned devil obeys, lunging forward towards the closest of the heroes.
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In the same moment, Sword Thunder explodes into action as well. She sprints forward on an intercept course, her sword shifting fluidly into a ready position as if it were light as a feather. She tears up grass and small clods of dirt beneath her newly armour-clad feet - courtesy of her Magical Girl costume - as she closes rapidly on the new fiend.

Almost automatically, Sword Thunder snarls out a challenge as she bears down.

"This is our world, and you can't have it!" Her pact weapon (it really needs a name) flashes in the sunlight as the eldritch steel begins to crackle and thrum with arcane energy. As she passes the devil - which stumbled for a step at that moment as one of the other girls struck it with a beam of pink energy - Sword Thunder digs in her heel and turns, turning her momentum into a spin and lashing out with her sword. "THUNDERSTRIKE!"

The blade stitches a deep line across the devil's flank and Sword Thunder caroms away, skipping lightly away to a spot ten feet distant and off to the side of her original trajectory. She skids to a halt and settles into a guard position. She hears the bone-deep rumbling emanating from the devil's wound and watches to see what will happen.
 
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In the same moment, Sword Thunder explodes into action as well. She sprints forward on an intercept course, her sword shifting fluidly into a ready position as if it were light as a feather. She tears up grass and small clods of dirt beneath her newly armour-clad feet - courtesy of her Magical Girl costume - as she closes rapidly on the new fiend.

Almost automatically, Sword Thunder snarls out a challenge as she bears down.

"This is our world, and you can't have it!" Her pact weapon (it really needs a name) flashes in the sunlight as the eldritch steel begins to crackle and thrum with arcane energy. As she passes the devil - which stumbled for a step at that moment as one of the other girls struck it with a beam of pink energy - Sword Thunder digs in her heel and turns, turning her momentum into a spin and lashing out with her sword. "THUNDERSTRIKE!"

The blade stitches a deep line across the devil's flank and Sword Thunder caroms away, skipping lightly away to a spot ten feet distant and off to the side of her original trajectory. She skids to a halt and settles into a guard position. She hears the bone-deep rumbling emanating from the devil's wound and watches to see what will happen.
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The devil snarls, continuing it's charge to Sword Thunder. The magic of the Thunderstrike booms out for all to hear, and the devil stumbles, but not enough to stop it reaching her. It lashes out, striking with hands and tail. The hands she dodges no problem, the tail however... the tail lands a solid hit, spines drawing blood.
 
Kerilia's eyes widened as the devil charged. A flurry of strikes between it and Sword Thunder, and both of them were wounded.

The snake set her expression, raisign a hand again. She had to help! A golden beam shot from the sky... and struck the devil to no effect. She gaped a second and backpedalled a few steps.
It didn't work?!
 
Blade Avenger grits her teeth as she see Sword Thunder take a hit. That ain't right. Other people ain't supposed to get hurt. Just her and this asshole.

"HEY! FUCKER!" She charges in, sword raised, charging her magic as she does. "IF YOU'RE GOING TO HIT ANYONE, HIT ME! IM WIDE OPEN!"

She leaps in, sword raised.

The devil turns, aiming a backhand at her.

She grins. "Avenger's Armor!"

The demon screams in pain as it's hand frosts over, and Blade Avenger uses the momentum of the strike to land a bit away from the monster. Her sword transforms, turning into an obsidian halberd which she brandishes at the monster. "Alright fucker. All eyes on me!"
 
As the other girls around her flew in and started to attack the beast, either with blade or spell, Kaewa thrust the palm of her tattooed arm across the ground, a rush of what felt like electricity flowed through her entire body and into the pavement.

"Shatter like the storms themselves"

A loud crack of thunder struck out, followed by a plume of dirt and soil, but the beast strode through the smoke, barely effected by her spell.

The Half-Orc gritted her tusks, and awaited her next opportunity to strike.
 
My next shot lanced out as soon as I could prepare it, but barely skimmed the demon, and I had to supress the urge to curse.

<Imprecise.>

Kyubey wasn't helping in that regard.
 
"Let my blade strike deep and true against this monstrosity! Thunderstrike!"

Sword Thunder attempts another swing, but the fresh wound pulls a little farther open as she does so, stretched by the sudden movement. The girl gasps in pain, and the blow is fouled. Despite that, the devil before her thrums once more with arcane energy - a sixth sense makes it clear how she can strike for greater effect.

Sword Thunder beats a quick retreat, putting some decent distance between the devil and her, and manoeuvring back toward the bulk of the group.
 
The devil snorts at Sword Thunder's retreat, turning on it's heal to face Blade Avenger.

It attacks with a flurry of blows from it's claws and tail, but only one hand finds purchase. The strange ice armor activates again, and the devil howls as the cold bites deep.
 
OK, that didn't work.
Try something else! The snake raised her hands and focused.
"Holy light! Punisssh the wicked!"
A bright golden bolt fired off towards the devil... only for it to dodge. The bolt ploughed into the ground in a cloud of tiny sparks before they faded - leaving nothing more than a scorchmark on the grass.

Kerilia choked back a noise of frustration and fear.
 
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The strange ice armor activates again, and the devil howls as the cold bites deep.
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"You must really like pain." Blade snickers, hiding the pain of that creatures claw striking through the armor and into her gut. "Let me show you real pain! Hellbrandt: Shadow Form!"

Her weapon glows dark red, and transforms into a mass of shadows that forms into the barest approximation of a blade. She raises it up, and slices down. "Die!"

The Blade slides through the demon's chest, and for a split second it looks like there's no reaction, before the demon roars in pain and a sharp cut suddenly bursts open where the blade struck.
 
Waiting for her chance, Tama pointed a finger at the beast, a beam of pink energy shooting from the finger like an arrow. However with unnatural ease the creature jerked it's head out of the path of the attack, the stream flying harmlessly past into the distance.

"Fuck!"
 
I readied my next blast, sighting down my arm as a pink stream lances through the air, dozens of commingling shades burning their path.

And it misses, as the beam carves through were it was, and not where the devil was.

<Moving targets must be led in order for a a shot to connect>
 
Sword Thunder charges back in, roaring at the top of her lungs. She lashes out with the greatsword again, but the devil obviously sees the sloppy blow coming. It bats the sword aside casually, and she hears what sounds like a low chuckle as it does so.

Biting back a curse, the magical girl breaks off once more.

"Easy, young Astrid. Do not allow your frustration to take hold of you."
 
Disregarding most of it's foes, since they can't seem to land a hit, the devil focuses on Blade Avenger.

"My overlord's blessing will not save you child." It growls, before unleashing a flurry of attacks, one of with actually draws blood.
 
Kerilia tried to zap the monster with another beam of light, and was somewhat unsurprised when it managed to shrug it off.
This thing is tough! Gods... or was it her magic wasn't strong enough?

Her fellow magical girls were being battered and slashed by the devil, and her own attacks weren't working. She had to do something... She took a deep breath and raised her voice.
"Keep fighting! We can ssstop this thing!"
She kissed her palm and let the magic grow before clenching her fist, crushing the light within her grip. Around Sw- no, wait, that was Blade Avenger, golden scales briefly glowed over her wounds before fading, revealing uninjured flesh beneath.
 
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Disregarding most of it's foes, since they can't seem to land a hit, the devil focuses on Blade Avenger.

"My overlord's blessing will not save you child." It growls, before unleashing a flurry of attacks, one of with actually draws blood.
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"Yeah, but its definitely killin- AH" She cries out as claws strike her side, and Hellbrandt reverts back to a Halberd as her spell dissipates.

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Around Sw- no, wait, that was Blade Avenger, golden scales briefly glowed over her wounds before fading, revealing uninjured flesh beneath.
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"Oh, that feels good!" She gives a thumbs up to the Snakey Angel, and then raises Hellbrandt as it transforms into a Greatsword. "Let's try this again!"

She swings her sword, and is rewarded as the Demon cries out in pain. "His gifts may not save me, but this others gifts will! I just need to kill you!"

As she says this, chains of shrieking noise form around the demon, and she takes a few hops back as she casually dodges a swing. "Listen, those chains are fragile. But they don't like being broken. Let's the noise out."
 
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