Elle S.
Victim of Isekaitis
- Location
- Canada <3
... Um... Wow... I think I'm going to need to throw up. The cat... the tail... the sandwich. Nope.
Eh, if you want a name and I think that there would be a difficult time on assigning you one with all of us having to agree, I'll just refer to you as Fuyu for now. If you don't like it, well, sucks to be you... Either way, I'll probably forget it sooner or later that I would be calling you as Fuyu because I'm generally forgetful.
Meh.
- Location
- Somewhere
Here's a tip, bake the tail, it helps get rid of some carbs. Helps if your trying to stay fit or simply watching your weight.
Elle S.
Victim of Isekaitis
- Location
- Canada <3
... Really?
- Location
- Somewhere
But of course. Baking in a oven burns the carbs on the outside.
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
You could bite your thumb to get some blood if you really need to, but then again we know next to nothing about your magic system. We know about out magic systems but we don't know if any of them are even compatible with your universe.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Count. To. TEN!
Use your magic to break bones then!
Count. To. Nine!
Set things on fire, cause it's fine!
Count. To. Eight!
Paranoia's your default state!
Count. To. Seven!
Immolate those crazy men!
Count. To. Six!
Find Him and give him Kicks!
Count. To. Five!
It's your freedom do we strive!
Count. To. Four!
What do you need hesitation for!?
Count. To. Three!
Cast a Magic Spell with Me!
Count. To. Two!
We're the advisers just for you!
Count. To. One!
Listen to SV, cause we're FUN!
Use your magic to break bones then!
Count. To. Nine!
Set things on fire, cause it's fine!
Count. To. Eight!
Paranoia's your default state!
Count. To. Seven!
Immolate those crazy men!
Count. To. Six!
Find Him and give him Kicks!
Count. To. Five!
It's your freedom do we strive!
Count. To. Four!
What do you need hesitation for!?
Count. To. Three!
Cast a Magic Spell with Me!
Count. To. Two!
We're the advisers just for you!
Count. To. One!
Listen to SV, cause we're FUN!
- Location
- Somewhere
You guys can trust me on all purview's on the culinary arts. I watch a lot of food porn. So that obviously means i'm an expert on this sortta stuff.
Subject appears to be hearing voices, is non-responsive to therepy. Blames problems and amnesia on a "Him". Shows delusions of communicating with voices due to "magic". Diagnosis is that she is a long term patient for the Asylum. In time, her delusions may be cured.
Skewfiend
The Corruptor of All Things
- Location
- The Darkness Behind Your Eyes
O hero who has no name, have you any magics of conjuring, transmutation or divination? Conjuring tools, resources or allies, attempting to change your environment to escape, or divining your location and then nature of your imprisonment could all help you.
Have you actually tried opening the door with your hands, physically manipulating the locking mechanism? There is a method of imprisonment that involves simply convincing the inmate that escape is impossible so that they do not try, even if it is in fact trivial.
The answer to his first question is of course "me" (when you say it, that is. You are obviously not me, as you don't have my mind-taste.)
The answer to his final question is likely: "Because their enemies were powerful and merciless".
That He does not kill you and appears to be driving you to despair is suggestive. It may well be that he is actually incapable of killing you, and is trying to either neutralise you as a threat, or convince you to do it for him.
I wish to aid you directly, but it may not work. My reach extends to 76% of the worlds that I am aware of, but there are places beyond my power.
I have a weapon to give you. It is a long blade of shining steel and flame that hungers for demonic blood, forged by an old friend of mine who owed me a favour.
Stand wherever you will, and close your eyes.
DO NOT OPEN THEM UNTIL THE END! I cannot guarantee your safety if you do.
Feel, with the whole of your mind, the darkness behind your eyes.
Without moving your body, visualise yourself reaching an open hand behind you, into the dark.
If it is within my power, I shall press the hilt into your hands.
Visualise yourself closing your hand around it, and slowly moving your hand in front of you.
Move your actual hand so that it aligns with your mental image.
Open your eyes.
If all goes well, you should be holding the blade in your hand.
Luck to you.
Have you actually tried opening the door with your hands, physically manipulating the locking mechanism? There is a method of imprisonment that involves simply convincing the inmate that escape is impossible so that they do not try, even if it is in fact trivial.
The answer to his first question is of course "me" (when you say it, that is. You are obviously not me, as you don't have my mind-taste.)
The answer to his final question is likely: "Because their enemies were powerful and merciless".
That He does not kill you and appears to be driving you to despair is suggestive. It may well be that he is actually incapable of killing you, and is trying to either neutralise you as a threat, or convince you to do it for him.
I wish to aid you directly, but it may not work. My reach extends to 76% of the worlds that I am aware of, but there are places beyond my power.
I have a weapon to give you. It is a long blade of shining steel and flame that hungers for demonic blood, forged by an old friend of mine who owed me a favour.
Stand wherever you will, and close your eyes.
DO NOT OPEN THEM UNTIL THE END! I cannot guarantee your safety if you do.
Feel, with the whole of your mind, the darkness behind your eyes.
Without moving your body, visualise yourself reaching an open hand behind you, into the dark.
If it is within my power, I shall press the hilt into your hands.
Visualise yourself closing your hand around it, and slowly moving your hand in front of you.
Move your actual hand so that it aligns with your mental image.
Open your eyes.
If all goes well, you should be holding the blade in your hand.
Luck to you.
Diomedea
A piece of the continent
- Location
- The interblag
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Those are...some pretty helpful suggestions. I can't think of a way to hide the communication spell, but maybe I could try something to record an image or sound. I wasn't sure that those words were the best to use, but taunting him had a certain appeal. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take in stubborn silence. It was...it was something to think about. A way to get back at him. This enjoy must be one of the friendlier voices. They made dealing with the voices urging madness much easier.
I move, slowly, so painfully slowly, so that I am sitting with my back to the door. I force my trembling legs to push against the ground, trying with all my meager strength to open the door. I give up after only a heartbeat or two, but I feel that it should suffice to show that the door is like the rest of this place. Immoveable. My heart is pounding in my ears from just that little exertion. It takes a few moments to catch my breath, but I realize I haven't been listening as the voices continue to stream out of my spell.
Currently, a voice is in the middle of some strange poem. From what I can tell, it wants me to knock on the door and search the room. I'm not brave enough to knock on the door. The only thing that has ever been on the other side is him, and I don't-
I can't face him yet. Not so soon.
I've searched the room before, from top to bottom, over a dozen times. There wasn't a lot to do between his visits...at least not until I reached you all. I mean-
No, I can't get confused. Need to stay focused.
Why has he imprisoned me? I don't know. If a everyone calls someone the Hero, it's natural to think it's true, right? I wasn't though, not really. I must have been lying to myself. I must have known, deep down, that I wasn't really the Hero that was foretold.
Sane? You think I'm sane? I must be crazy, I can't even remember my name, or my hometown, or my family. I can't remember anything from before...before the war began. I'm talking to you in my head. The communication spell isn't supposed to work that way, so really, I must be crazy. Sometimes I'm half-convinced your not even there...
Isn't the hero supposed to save everyone? What good is a hero that can't even protect their closest friends. I can't hold it back anymore and I feel the tears start to fall down my face. My concentration wavers as I try to regain control. For a minute, there is nothing but me and my tears.
"S-sorry about that. I'm sorry I'm so weak. Please forgive me." I can't even sit here and listen to people trying to help me. So useless.
I only catch a few words here and there. Science? How is a philosopher supposed to help me? And is that a dragon? Blood magic?
Oh, right they want to know about magic. I wipe away my tears as best as I can. "That was a slip of the tongue. My own blood...wouldn't be useful for blood magic." Magic had shown up around the same time the demons did. Many demons could perform magic naturally, and had long practice with using its effects. With the power of magic, many Kingdoms had been quickly overrun. Humans who discovered that they could use magic were often persecuted, hated, and even blamed for bringing the demons here. Some even claimed that humans that could use magic had either made a pact with a demon, or were the result of a union between humans and demons.
Regardless of the truth, this left most human magic users to teach themselves. It was a rare and lucky occasion when they could meet and share knowledge. I was extra lucky, being from a Kingdom that was kinder to those with magic, and it was the home of the Archmage Krias, the man who had taught me this very communication spell. Even he only knew a handful of spells. Teleportation, Communication, Fireball, and Lightning. Only four spells, of which I managed to learn three. I never could get the hang of lightning, since I did not share his particular distaste for feet which he used to power the spell. It was too dangerous he always said, and that he would teach me another way later. Then he was captured...really, was it any surprise that they could keep me imprisoned when they had kept my teacher? In the end, they had returned his corpse, dry and drained of blood. The demons always favored blood magic...
I shudder. I don't want to think about that anymore.
The voices continue to talk of madness and natural philosophy, and I realize that I almost dozed off when a voice startles me, demanding to know what I want.
What do I want? I think...I think I used to have some dreams. Plans for after the war. Things me and my friends were going to do. It had all been reduced to ashes now. What do I want? I want...I want what some of the voices keep talking about. I want to kill The Demon Lord.
I feel like somethings changed with that resolution, but the moment is ruined when I realize one of the voices is talking about eating a cat. A Cat! Not even he would dare! I feel such revulsion that I almost turn off the spell, but I can't stop now. I need to kill him.
Fuyu. Is that a name? I suppose it will work if you need to call me something. I don't have a claim on any other. Not anymore. So now, I am Fuyu. Nice to meet you.
I need to make a new spell. Something that can do something, be it conjure me a tool, see beyond these walls, or even just change this room. That's what I should do, but...what exactly? What should I try to do and how? And what emotion should I use to power it?
I move, slowly, so painfully slowly, so that I am sitting with my back to the door. I force my trembling legs to push against the ground, trying with all my meager strength to open the door. I give up after only a heartbeat or two, but I feel that it should suffice to show that the door is like the rest of this place. Immoveable. My heart is pounding in my ears from just that little exertion. It takes a few moments to catch my breath, but I realize I haven't been listening as the voices continue to stream out of my spell.
Currently, a voice is in the middle of some strange poem. From what I can tell, it wants me to knock on the door and search the room. I'm not brave enough to knock on the door. The only thing that has ever been on the other side is him, and I don't-
I can't face him yet. Not so soon.
I've searched the room before, from top to bottom, over a dozen times. There wasn't a lot to do between his visits...at least not until I reached you all. I mean-
No, I can't get confused. Need to stay focused.
Why has he imprisoned me? I don't know. If a everyone calls someone the Hero, it's natural to think it's true, right? I wasn't though, not really. I must have been lying to myself. I must have known, deep down, that I wasn't really the Hero that was foretold.
Sane? You think I'm sane? I must be crazy, I can't even remember my name, or my hometown, or my family. I can't remember anything from before...before the war began. I'm talking to you in my head. The communication spell isn't supposed to work that way, so really, I must be crazy. Sometimes I'm half-convinced your not even there...
Isn't the hero supposed to save everyone? What good is a hero that can't even protect their closest friends. I can't hold it back anymore and I feel the tears start to fall down my face. My concentration wavers as I try to regain control. For a minute, there is nothing but me and my tears.
"S-sorry about that. I'm sorry I'm so weak. Please forgive me." I can't even sit here and listen to people trying to help me. So useless.
I only catch a few words here and there. Science? How is a philosopher supposed to help me? And is that a dragon? Blood magic?
Oh, right they want to know about magic. I wipe away my tears as best as I can. "That was a slip of the tongue. My own blood...wouldn't be useful for blood magic." Magic had shown up around the same time the demons did. Many demons could perform magic naturally, and had long practice with using its effects. With the power of magic, many Kingdoms had been quickly overrun. Humans who discovered that they could use magic were often persecuted, hated, and even blamed for bringing the demons here. Some even claimed that humans that could use magic had either made a pact with a demon, or were the result of a union between humans and demons.
Regardless of the truth, this left most human magic users to teach themselves. It was a rare and lucky occasion when they could meet and share knowledge. I was extra lucky, being from a Kingdom that was kinder to those with magic, and it was the home of the Archmage Krias, the man who had taught me this very communication spell. Even he only knew a handful of spells. Teleportation, Communication, Fireball, and Lightning. Only four spells, of which I managed to learn three. I never could get the hang of lightning, since I did not share his particular distaste for feet which he used to power the spell. It was too dangerous he always said, and that he would teach me another way later. Then he was captured...really, was it any surprise that they could keep me imprisoned when they had kept my teacher? In the end, they had returned his corpse, dry and drained of blood. The demons always favored blood magic...
I shudder. I don't want to think about that anymore.
The voices continue to talk of madness and natural philosophy, and I realize that I almost dozed off when a voice startles me, demanding to know what I want.
What do I want? I think...I think I used to have some dreams. Plans for after the war. Things me and my friends were going to do. It had all been reduced to ashes now. What do I want? I want...I want what some of the voices keep talking about. I want to kill The Demon Lord.
I feel like somethings changed with that resolution, but the moment is ruined when I realize one of the voices is talking about eating a cat. A Cat! Not even he would dare! I feel such revulsion that I almost turn off the spell, but I can't stop now. I need to kill him.
Fuyu. Is that a name? I suppose it will work if you need to call me something. I don't have a claim on any other. Not anymore. So now, I am Fuyu. Nice to meet you.
I need to make a new spell. Something that can do something, be it conjure me a tool, see beyond these walls, or even just change this room. That's what I should do, but...what exactly? What should I try to do and how? And what emotion should I use to power it?
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Very well.
There's only one way to get out of this.
You must believe in the deepest of darkness.
In the most terrifying of despairs.
You are despairing, are you not?
Then it's good. Feel despair.
Feel that sadness.
Feel all of that, and don't let it go. No, no, grasp your grief! Grasp all of it! And let it burn through your soul!
And then turn it to hatred.
Let hatred guide you.
Let hatred make you strong.
Feel hatred rush through your very body as you hate, and hate, and hate more and more.
You must hate. Hate the demon lord. Hate the world. Hate the ground. The walls. The room. Hate. Hate. Hate.
And chant after me.
Peace is a Lie.
There is only passion.
Through passion I gain strength.
Through strength I gain power.
Through power I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force will set me free.
And break free you will.
There's only one way to get out of this.
You must believe in the deepest of darkness.
In the most terrifying of despairs.
You are despairing, are you not?
Then it's good. Feel despair.
Feel that sadness.
Feel all of that, and don't let it go. No, no, grasp your grief! Grasp all of it! And let it burn through your soul!
And then turn it to hatred.
Let hatred guide you.
Let hatred make you strong.
Feel hatred rush through your very body as you hate, and hate, and hate more and more.
You must hate. Hate the demon lord. Hate the world. Hate the ground. The walls. The room. Hate. Hate. Hate.
And chant after me.
Peace is a Lie.
There is only passion.
Through passion I gain strength.
Through strength I gain power.
Through power I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force will set me free.
And break free you will.
Zooboss
The White Tree
- Location
- Minas Tirith
I know not what spell you should spell you should create.
But you may use despair to power it. You have plenty of despair. Use it to fuel your spell, though you must ensure the spell is not one you would use lightly, for once you escape, you may not have the despair necessary to power it.
I must apologize for my words... and actions (I'm still coughing up hairballs), but time is being dilated. What seems to be moments for you is ages for us, and I don't have many more people to speak with than you do. I will lapse into madness because of this. Or perhaps I will lapse into clarity?
Anyway, have you tried teleporting the door? Perhaps, like the blanket, it will temporarily disappear, allowing you to escape?
Anyway, have you tried teleporting the door? Perhaps, like the blanket, it will temporarily disappear, allowing you to escape?
It's Enjou, not enjoy.
You have one very strong emotion available to you - your hatred of him. Could you not use that to power or develop a new spell? Preferably something he has not encountered.
Perhaps some form of mind magic might do. Something that would let you read his mind, or nudge his thoughts in the direction you desire, or maybe something that would let you think faster. Would that be feasible?
You have one very strong emotion available to you - your hatred of him. Could you not use that to power or develop a new spell? Preferably something he has not encountered.
Perhaps some form of mind magic might do. Something that would let you read his mind, or nudge his thoughts in the direction you desire, or maybe something that would let you think faster. Would that be feasible?
Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
Shade stop trying to make everything dark and dreary or I'll hug the everloving fuck out of you.
THE HUGS WILL DARKEN THE SKIES!
THE HUGS WILL DARKEN THE SKIES!
Then we'll hug in the shade.
Ooh! A prophecy! Can you tell us what it entails?
Despair seems to be a thing that is keeping you imprisoned.
I would only use it in the sense of transmuting despair into another emotion.
Like shadenight123s sith oath does. It doesn't have the greatest of reputations, but should work well in this situation.
Anger does seem to be the way to go. I can think of no greater catalyst for change.
I would go for a shattering spell as that has a good resonance with anger as well as jailbreaks.
Something simple is best as it will leave you less opportunity to lose your resolve.
I don't think subtle is the way to go as you don't strike me as much of a schemer.
You are doing a good job of keeping focused. Keep it up
Despair seems to be a thing that is keeping you imprisoned.
I would only use it in the sense of transmuting despair into another emotion.
Like shadenight123s sith oath does. It doesn't have the greatest of reputations, but should work well in this situation.
Anger does seem to be the way to go. I can think of no greater catalyst for change.
I would go for a shattering spell as that has a good resonance with anger as well as jailbreaks.
Something simple is best as it will leave you less opportunity to lose your resolve.
I don't think subtle is the way to go as you don't strike me as much of a schemer.
You are doing a good job of keeping focused. Keep it up
- Location
- Canada
Before you can achieve your goals - whatever they might be, you have to get out of here. To that regard, you'll need something that can pierce through the walls. Perhaps some sort of giant shovel...? Or a drill. How advanced is your world? Think a rotating spear head; having a point allows for penetration, and continually spinning allows you to slowly force your way through, bit by bit.
And if you want to change...then I'd recommend determination. Anger, despair, and even hatred will give you motivations and desires...but motivations and plans are nothing if you aren't willing to act on them.
And if you want to change...then I'd recommend determination. Anger, despair, and even hatred will give you motivations and desires...but motivations and plans are nothing if you aren't willing to act on them.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
YOUR HUGS HOLD NO POWER HERE.
THERE IS ONLY ANGST, DESPAIR AND HATRED.
THOSE ARE THE ONLY POWERS WORTH OF NOTICE.
YOU WANT TO DEFEAT THE DARK LORD? YOU WANT TO MURDER THE DEMON LORD? YOU WANT TO RIP HIS SPINE OUT AND CHEW UPON HIS VERY ENTRAILS!?
DO YOU WANT THE POWER TO DO THAT!?
THEN FORGET ABOUT NICETIES! FORGET ABOUT HUGS! FORGET ABOUT LOVE, FRIENDSHIP, SILLY WISH-WASHED THINGS!
DARKNESS! HATRED! ANGER! RAGE! ROAR YOUR HATRED TO THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES AND CAST DOWN THE VERY GODS INTO THE ABYSS OF HATRED! FESTER YOUR ANGER! ROT YOUR SYMPATHY! BELIEVE. IN. HATRED!
Ignore the hot blooded one. He has an obsession with drills. Piercing through the walls would be dumb.
You don't know how thick the walls are - you could be digging for days and then he shows up and puts a stop to it.
You don't know the material composition of the walls - even a spell might not penetrate.
You don't know what might be on the other side. Guardians? An inky void which will consume you? Hell, maybe you're in warped space and you'll end up drilling right into the other side of the room you're already in. That's the kind of torment he would inflict on you, I imagine.
Determination is also a poor emotion to use to feed a spell. I imagine that the emotion gets used up during the spell, and generating more determination is difficult. You'd fall into a state of apathy, unable to rise again.
No, your hatred for him is the best choice. Just like your teacher could always feel distaste for feet because it was ingrained, because of the things he's done you will always be able to make more of it because there is something in you that finds those actions unacceptable and worthy of hatred. You'll always be able to hate him again, until he's dead and gone anyways.
Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
Someone's grou~chy~! Is time for HUUUUUUUUGZ :3