- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I will be making the Dominions system rather more narrative-friendly. Some inspiration will be taken from the various Enhanced mods.
Paradise Lost (A Dominions/Worm Crossover)
- Thread starter Dapperlad1
- Start date
- Crossover
Happerry
Bat out of Hell
- Location
- Kanto
[X] Something Magical. Wizened with years and time, it bears little character past the robe which conceals everything, fine fibres fraying at the edges to reveal the white cloth beneath. Eyes flicker to the dying and dead whilst a bone-dry throat mouths words of annihilation as a cold distaste forms from the loss of life.
[X] Something Monstrous. Scales like star matter and flesh stronger than the world piled mountainously high and older than time itself, infinite in length yet somehow contained in a finite size. Eyes of purest black glare out at the challenger as unfathomable rage builds in the heart of the World Serpent, sparking to life fire and fury.
I am made exceedingly enthusiastic.
[X] Something Monstrous. Scales like star matter and flesh stronger than the world piled mountainously high and older than time itself, infinite in length yet somehow contained in a finite size. Eyes of purest black glare out at the challenger as unfathomable rage builds in the heart of the World Serpent, sparking to life fire and fury.
I am made exceedingly enthusiastic.
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ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
- Location
- PNW
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Something Magical. Wizened with years and time, it bears little character past the robe which conceals everything, fine fibres fraying at the edges to reveal the white cloth beneath. Eyes flicker to the dying and dead whilst a bone-dry throat mouths words of annihilation as a cold distaste forms from the loss of life.
- Location
- Hollister
[X] Something Magical. Wizened with years and time, it bears little character past the robe which conceals everything, fine fibres fraying at the edges to reveal the white cloth beneath. Eyes flicker to the dying and dead whilst a bone-dry throat mouths words of annihilation as a cold distaste forms from the loss of life.
- Location
- Earth
[X] Something Titanic. Beautiful beyond measure and born of a divine character. Pale skin leads to ample features barely covered by a toga that seems preternaturally determined to tease, not show. The rain accentuates yet almost seems to fear the skin, marring its surface unthinkable even for base matter. A perfect eyebrow curves downward at the corpses and water as death presents its ugly face before her.
thewhiteraven22
(Unverified Worm Fanatic)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Something Titanic. Beautiful beyond measure and born of a divine character. Pale skin leads to ample features barely covered by a toga that seems preternaturally determined to tease, not show. The rain accentuates yet almost seems to fear the skin, marring its surface unthinkable even for base matter. A perfect eyebrow curves downward at the corpses and water as death presents its ugly face before her.
- Location
- his hidden lair
Astral horrors are mostly blood+astral iirc. Given that the Magical Pretender doesn't like pointless loss of life blood magic is probably not on the table. We could always hunt for blood slaves (and that would probably be darkly hilarious), but I doubt we'd commit to it.
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Current results!
- Location
- USA
While true, I think Horrors are drawn to places of Drain if I recall right. Which means well.
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Which means nothing to those that weren't on that channel of the SV Discord when the metaphysics of the crossover was under discussion.
- Location
- USA
It means a lot, to those looking at dominions side. Depending on what Dapper shares here.
I think he means that, let's not turn this into a elite's club where you can only partake in discussions if you're privy to information not available here.
- Location
- USA
I mean, its something anyone can get to. But also, just ask. Like I don't think dapper minds or is going to hide info.
[X] Something Magical. Wizened with years and time, it bears little character past the robe which conceals everything, fine fibres fraying at the edges to reveal the white cloth beneath. Eyes flicker to the dying and dead whilst a bone-dry throat mouths words of annihilation as a cold distaste forms from the loss of life.
[X] Something Monstrous. Scales like star matter and flesh stronger than the world piled mountainously high and older than time itself, infinite in length yet somehow contained in a finite size. Eyes of purest black glare out at the challenger as unfathomable rage builds in the heart of the World Serpent, sparking to life fire and fury.
Either of these work for me, so I'll slap a vote down on both. I'm fine seeing either of these two having beef with the shit in worm
[X] Something Monstrous. Scales like star matter and flesh stronger than the world piled mountainously high and older than time itself, infinite in length yet somehow contained in a finite size. Eyes of purest black glare out at the challenger as unfathomable rage builds in the heart of the World Serpent, sparking to life fire and fury.
Either of these work for me, so I'll slap a vote down on both. I'm fine seeing either of these two having beef with the shit in worm
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Something Magical. Wizened with years and time, it bears little character past the robe which conceals everything, fine fibres fraying at the edges to reveal the white cloth beneath. Eyes flicker to the dying and dead whilst a bone-dry throat mouths words of annihilation as a cold distaste forms from the loss of life.
The Shadow Over All, Star of Death, Death Itself.
The Shadow Over All, Star of Death, Death Itself.
Giant Slaying 1.1
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Rain soaks into your robe, worn as it is whilst the cold misery of failure shrieks into your soul, the only part of you left intact after transcending the flesh. Lacking in lightning despite the torrential downpour, you assume magic is involved. Wet filth and a scent of blood suffuse your senses, familiar but still distasteful.
The giant lies ahead, scaled skin a green hue, almost black in the dark, whilst its body ripples with corded muscle in a lopsided, top-heavy manner reminding you of a primate. The featureless face save for a series of eyes, three on one side and one on the other, seems to be busy with a pack of mutated canines which are putting up a fair fight, scrapping and tearing skin and flesh with teeth. The water roils, and memories of a thousand battles beneath the waves arc into your mind's eye, even its shape is familiar in a foreign way. Skin shiny and glistening in the same way many other deep monsters have in your past.
One arm is practically missing, held on by something tendon-like, whilst a morass of other injuries carves a tale of vicious battle across its flesh.
The dying around you reveal the creature's lethal intent, its raging motions and the violence of the death in its vicinity making clear what sort of monster lurks in this great city. Your first focus is the child drowning just off to its side. Life is a terrible thing to waste when unneeded. Turning your empty sockets onto the giant ahead, you speak hoping that it can understand.
"You've lost all decency?" Whilst a mental effort that takes mere moments reaches up and drags down the power of stars and void to reach into the things mind, should there be one. "I've solutions for beasts." Astral magic roars through you with its nigh-infinite power channelled down to a manageable sum of force that crackles along a linkage between you and it.
The creature freezes, the glimpse of the mind you caught trapped in a recursive loop, wholly unable to resist in its simple ways. The water falls to the ground unmoving and seeps to lower ground whilst the storm clouds begin to ever so slowly part. It stays stiffened while you walk over, sinking into and out of man-swallowing depths of water, to the teenager drowning.
Mutated canines, looking for all the world like a cursed crossbreed of an infernal demon and a dog, continue their nipping and biting at the Giant, gouging further wounds into its surface, spilling its blood into the water around it, but you arrive at the dying body of the mortal without harassment. Seeing its state, you surmise its death will be in a few minutes. A broken back, broken arm and lungs full of water typically are reasonably lethal in most respects.
Of course, that's no challenge to you, a master of Death and Stars as you are. You look up towards the sky, seeing seeping cracks of light coming through the clouds and allowing them to focus on you, the proverbial ant under the lens. Power flows into you, manifesting in versatility as magic clarifies in your mind.
The power of nature and life becomes primary in your mind, reaching towards the girl in blackened silk with a skeletal hand, you make contact and channel life into them. Lungs shudder, coughing out water in buckets and bones crack and move as they return to health whilst a scream issues forth from someone wholly unused to suffering.
"Easy, girl." You command, making them focus on your visage. They freeze in shock, words coming to their mouth, "What!?"
Ah, English. You think you remember that tongue from a conquest. "Calm thyself, youngling." She responds positively to that, stopping the frenetic breathing. "You are living, and safe in my grasp." Her eyes are wide, mind catching up with how close she was to Stygia, something that brings a warm feeling into your barely-existent soul.
"Do you know how to swim?" An important question, many such mortals have no idea. You've seen what must be millions drown off the sides of ships now. It'd be a shame to have your magic wasted so quickly. "Y-yeah, I do-Who are you?" She asks, bringing a thrilling amusement to your bony throat.
"Convey your title first, youth." Her head tilts as she backs into a boulder, the water having drained down the slight inclination of the terrain and away from here. "S-skitter." She shivers in the cold, armour soaked through with water. The crossbred canines pull back and growl around you, but no attack comes as they recognize your severe threat. Animalistic intelligences are frequently more aware than their sapient cousins when it comes to such things.
"Exemplary, I have no name." Moving past this conversation, you look towards the giant. "Is this creature important to your people, a rampaging Pretender perhaps?" Speaking more to yourself than the child, you consider whether you should slay this beast. The response is in the background of your senses, ignored in favour of your own consideration.
Magic flows into the air around you, marshalling the air itself to rise you into the air. Simple spells that are almost refreshing to put into use again after so long. Rising to the thing's eyes, you ask its paralyzed frame. "Are you important, beast? Or just a monster that thinks much of itself." Returning to your native tongue out of ease, you continue. "I think not. Nothing of your brute violence is important."
Your hand begins to soak in shadow as Death is manifested in your grasp. Reaching out and flattening against its scaled, rough head, you force the energy into its weak spirit, beginning to dissolve the monster in totality. Perhaps it's feeling fear, perhaps not, but the thoughts of beasts are unworthy of attention.
The shadows begin to fade as the creature still lives, size and weight giving it spiritual durability, but you simply press inwards, forcing the matter further until with a scent like myrrh and a blackness overcoming the skies, all life is snuffed from this Leviathan. It falls forward with no control, smashing into the earth forcefully and cracking the stone of roads in the process.
"Unimportant then." Sensing no escaping soul, no retreat to their Dominion of Faith. The creature is dead and consigned to Stygia, or whatever this world has for an afterlife. The rainclouds break apart further as the city lies in ruins, but still intact and alive.
This gives you time to feel yourself, how lessened you are. Magic that was second nature for centuries is now distant and far, trapped at the levels of your long-lost mortality. Artefacts are removed from your body, and the world here feels tired and dead. Drained of magic and wonder, it lies deader than many worlds you've set foot on. A curiosity of yours is how the mortal man floating towards you is floating, in that case. Followed by gaggles more of his kin, they loom over and under you, attempting to surround the beast's corpse in fear of it resurrecting.
A mask covers his face while the body is practically coated in a tight fitting bodysuit, blue-green in colour with some form of glow emanating from his own hood and the openings in the sleeves of a similar shade to the suit itself. The people surrounding him seem to have an heroic adoration of his presence, equal parts awe and fear.
"Is Leviathan dead?" He asks, a softer voice clear through the mask, an undercurrent of something bitter that you detect. Your hood falls off in a strong wind, revealing the skull that remains of your head, empty sockets staring towards him. "The beast's tale has concluded."
Some of the nearby warriors look at one another, baffled at the response. "Be ye mortal or divine, warrior?" A demand to know whether you are standing before divinity or heroism is first on the docket. It is no good to be acting a fool before a God, or a humble magician before a mere hero.
He pauses for a long moment, "I'm human." Is said confusedly, not quite understanding the question well. Pushing past that, he does speak with steel in his voice, "You'll be coming with me, the Protectorate has to know how you did this." There's a finality to the sentence, as if he has authority over you. The Protectorate is likely the ruling nation.
A disciple of a greater God, mayhaps. You do not feel weaker in their presence so it would be one of weak faith nevertheless.
Still, the decision on what to do lies in your hands, despite what the mortal may think.
[X] Obey the command and follow along, bear with them to gather information. (0.5X vote strength. You are a God.)
[X] Refuse their command, demand you be treated as your divinity deserves. (1X vote strength)
[X] Something else?
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The giant lies ahead, scaled skin a green hue, almost black in the dark, whilst its body ripples with corded muscle in a lopsided, top-heavy manner reminding you of a primate. The featureless face save for a series of eyes, three on one side and one on the other, seems to be busy with a pack of mutated canines which are putting up a fair fight, scrapping and tearing skin and flesh with teeth. The water roils, and memories of a thousand battles beneath the waves arc into your mind's eye, even its shape is familiar in a foreign way. Skin shiny and glistening in the same way many other deep monsters have in your past.
One arm is practically missing, held on by something tendon-like, whilst a morass of other injuries carves a tale of vicious battle across its flesh.
The dying around you reveal the creature's lethal intent, its raging motions and the violence of the death in its vicinity making clear what sort of monster lurks in this great city. Your first focus is the child drowning just off to its side. Life is a terrible thing to waste when unneeded. Turning your empty sockets onto the giant ahead, you speak hoping that it can understand.
"You've lost all decency?" Whilst a mental effort that takes mere moments reaches up and drags down the power of stars and void to reach into the things mind, should there be one. "I've solutions for beasts." Astral magic roars through you with its nigh-infinite power channelled down to a manageable sum of force that crackles along a linkage between you and it.
The creature freezes, the glimpse of the mind you caught trapped in a recursive loop, wholly unable to resist in its simple ways. The water falls to the ground unmoving and seeps to lower ground whilst the storm clouds begin to ever so slowly part. It stays stiffened while you walk over, sinking into and out of man-swallowing depths of water, to the teenager drowning.
Mutated canines, looking for all the world like a cursed crossbreed of an infernal demon and a dog, continue their nipping and biting at the Giant, gouging further wounds into its surface, spilling its blood into the water around it, but you arrive at the dying body of the mortal without harassment. Seeing its state, you surmise its death will be in a few minutes. A broken back, broken arm and lungs full of water typically are reasonably lethal in most respects.
Of course, that's no challenge to you, a master of Death and Stars as you are. You look up towards the sky, seeing seeping cracks of light coming through the clouds and allowing them to focus on you, the proverbial ant under the lens. Power flows into you, manifesting in versatility as magic clarifies in your mind.
The power of nature and life becomes primary in your mind, reaching towards the girl in blackened silk with a skeletal hand, you make contact and channel life into them. Lungs shudder, coughing out water in buckets and bones crack and move as they return to health whilst a scream issues forth from someone wholly unused to suffering.
"Easy, girl." You command, making them focus on your visage. They freeze in shock, words coming to their mouth, "What!?"
Ah, English. You think you remember that tongue from a conquest. "Calm thyself, youngling." She responds positively to that, stopping the frenetic breathing. "You are living, and safe in my grasp." Her eyes are wide, mind catching up with how close she was to Stygia, something that brings a warm feeling into your barely-existent soul.
"Do you know how to swim?" An important question, many such mortals have no idea. You've seen what must be millions drown off the sides of ships now. It'd be a shame to have your magic wasted so quickly. "Y-yeah, I do-Who are you?" She asks, bringing a thrilling amusement to your bony throat.
"Convey your title first, youth." Her head tilts as she backs into a boulder, the water having drained down the slight inclination of the terrain and away from here. "S-skitter." She shivers in the cold, armour soaked through with water. The crossbred canines pull back and growl around you, but no attack comes as they recognize your severe threat. Animalistic intelligences are frequently more aware than their sapient cousins when it comes to such things.
"Exemplary, I have no name." Moving past this conversation, you look towards the giant. "Is this creature important to your people, a rampaging Pretender perhaps?" Speaking more to yourself than the child, you consider whether you should slay this beast. The response is in the background of your senses, ignored in favour of your own consideration.
Magic flows into the air around you, marshalling the air itself to rise you into the air. Simple spells that are almost refreshing to put into use again after so long. Rising to the thing's eyes, you ask its paralyzed frame. "Are you important, beast? Or just a monster that thinks much of itself." Returning to your native tongue out of ease, you continue. "I think not. Nothing of your brute violence is important."
Your hand begins to soak in shadow as Death is manifested in your grasp. Reaching out and flattening against its scaled, rough head, you force the energy into its weak spirit, beginning to dissolve the monster in totality. Perhaps it's feeling fear, perhaps not, but the thoughts of beasts are unworthy of attention.
The shadows begin to fade as the creature still lives, size and weight giving it spiritual durability, but you simply press inwards, forcing the matter further until with a scent like myrrh and a blackness overcoming the skies, all life is snuffed from this Leviathan. It falls forward with no control, smashing into the earth forcefully and cracking the stone of roads in the process.
"Unimportant then." Sensing no escaping soul, no retreat to their Dominion of Faith. The creature is dead and consigned to Stygia, or whatever this world has for an afterlife. The rainclouds break apart further as the city lies in ruins, but still intact and alive.
This gives you time to feel yourself, how lessened you are. Magic that was second nature for centuries is now distant and far, trapped at the levels of your long-lost mortality. Artefacts are removed from your body, and the world here feels tired and dead. Drained of magic and wonder, it lies deader than many worlds you've set foot on. A curiosity of yours is how the mortal man floating towards you is floating, in that case. Followed by gaggles more of his kin, they loom over and under you, attempting to surround the beast's corpse in fear of it resurrecting.
A mask covers his face while the body is practically coated in a tight fitting bodysuit, blue-green in colour with some form of glow emanating from his own hood and the openings in the sleeves of a similar shade to the suit itself. The people surrounding him seem to have an heroic adoration of his presence, equal parts awe and fear.
"Is Leviathan dead?" He asks, a softer voice clear through the mask, an undercurrent of something bitter that you detect. Your hood falls off in a strong wind, revealing the skull that remains of your head, empty sockets staring towards him. "The beast's tale has concluded."
Some of the nearby warriors look at one another, baffled at the response. "Be ye mortal or divine, warrior?" A demand to know whether you are standing before divinity or heroism is first on the docket. It is no good to be acting a fool before a God, or a humble magician before a mere hero.
He pauses for a long moment, "I'm human." Is said confusedly, not quite understanding the question well. Pushing past that, he does speak with steel in his voice, "You'll be coming with me, the Protectorate has to know how you did this." There's a finality to the sentence, as if he has authority over you. The Protectorate is likely the ruling nation.
A disciple of a greater God, mayhaps. You do not feel weaker in their presence so it would be one of weak faith nevertheless.
Still, the decision on what to do lies in your hands, despite what the mortal may think.
[X] Obey the command and follow along, bear with them to gather information. (0.5X vote strength. You are a God.)
[X] Refuse their command, demand you be treated as your divinity deserves. (1X vote strength)
[X] Something else?
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Spells used
Paralysis (Thaumaturgy 4, Astral 2)
Leviathan magic resistance=10
World Drain Rating=5
Total magic resistance=15
Roll
D20=16
Magic resistance failed
Subject paralyzed for 60 minutes +(8*Death rating)=96 minutes.
Power of the Spheres (Conjuration 3, Astral 1)
Increase all Magic Paths by 1
Healing Touch (Enchantment Nature 1)
Restore Skitter to health. Afflictions (Limp) not cured.
Hand of Death x2 (Alteration Death 2)
Soul Assault
Endbringer Invulnerability (999) ignored
Damage dealt-40+(5*Death Rating)=60*2=120
Soul fractured, consciousness killed.
Paralysis (Thaumaturgy 4, Astral 2)
Leviathan magic resistance=10
World Drain Rating=5
Total magic resistance=15
Roll
D20=16
Magic resistance failed
Subject paralyzed for 60 minutes +(8*Death rating)=96 minutes.
Power of the Spheres (Conjuration 3, Astral 1)
Increase all Magic Paths by 1
Healing Touch (Enchantment Nature 1)
Restore Skitter to health. Afflictions (Limp) not cured.
Hand of Death x2 (Alteration Death 2)
Soul Assault
Endbringer Invulnerability (999) ignored
Damage dealt-40+(5*Death Rating)=60*2=120
Soul fractured, consciousness killed.
[X] Attempt to arrange a meeting on your terms to have some semblance of a position of power. Have their representatives come to meet you here. If need be, use the argument of being able to treat the injured in the area. I doubt they'll be willing to attempt to force the issue with someone who so effortlessly eliminated something that was obviously their superior, especially if they're offering medical aide.
Knowledge of this world will be useful, it'd be wise not to alienate a source fully out of pride. Twist their desires to suit your needs. In addition, in the time it takes for their representatives to come meet you, you can query the injured you heal on things about this world
Knowledge of this world will be useful, it'd be wise not to alienate a source fully out of pride. Twist their desires to suit your needs. In addition, in the time it takes for their representatives to come meet you, you can query the injured you heal on things about this world
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
This has 0.8x vote power. More agreeable but still a surrender. You can mark this.
- Location
- his hidden lair
[X] Something Else: You are weaker now, and reliant on far more tenuous power than you'd prefer, but this world is merely drained, and even a dead world can still know magic. Cast a site searching spell, and teleport to any locus of Death or Astral magic you find. Astral Diamonds or Death Gems would both be of immense use to you against whatever native Pretender rules.
Remember kids, ABSS. Always Be Site Searching. It saves lives.
Remember kids, ABSS. Always Be Site Searching. It saves lives.
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- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
0.8x vote power, it feels like a retreat, but is manageable by your pride.
- Location
- his hidden lair
You say retreat, I say a temporary withdrawal until we can start spamming astral magic to identify anyone with a talent in it, mind control them, and then show up with a fist full of astral diamonds and a slave communion and tell them we are here to dictate the terms of their surrender. Poh-Tay-Toe Potato.
[X] Attempt to arrange a meeting on your terms to have some semblance of a position of power. Have their representatives come to meet you here. If need be, use the argument of being able to treat the injured in the area. I doubt they'll be willing to attempt to force the issue with someone who so effortlessly eliminated something that was obviously their superior, especially if they're offering medical aide.