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Jul 26, 2016 16:13:49 GMT
Post by GRAND MAGUS on Jul 26, 2016 16:13:49 GMT
Rue the day the grand magus turns his wrath unto thee.
From the bowels of creation, he draws his power. Critters and gods are engrossed from such glory coming from a remarkable mortal. He weaves his arcanery within his enigmatic sanctuary, conjuring portals towards where his vigilance points him.
Except not really. Well, not entirely at least. There is no enigmatic sanctuary, and the only mystery around it is how he’s still poor. Poor to the point that he sometimes squats in abandoned houses for the night. On the matter of his reputation, some did admire him. Engrossed isn’t accurate though, grossed out is more apt if anything.
Nevertheless, he can still be graced with the word vigilant. Though he behaves like a lackadaisical numbskull who can’t sit still for a second, he is true to his duty. As so, he is fully aware of the perils every realm endures thanks to his position and connections.
Trouble stirs near the Ironwoods, a forest east of Midgard. Lucas knew of the people that lived nearby, strong warriors, but not an army. The trolls seemed to have massed enough giant wolves to terrorize them. A sorcerer reached out to him through the links of the realms. The grand magus’ choice of sanctuary for the night was a suspicious motel at the edge of Old Town. It stinks, but he hoped the musk would help convince the curious cats to mind themselves. He made sure to lock his room’s door before entering the bathroom, and locking that door after.
With a flick of fingers and curving of his arms, he conjured a portal as he whispered magic underneath his breath. While the gestures and even the chanting aren’t necessary, it made casting easier. His magic pierced the veil, making an opening big enough for him to enter Midgard. It appeared like a thin glass, and instead of reflecting what’s at front, it showed the blurry images of the Ironwoods. It echoed in a perpetual low bass, denoting the disturbance it’s creating within this realm. Lucas needed to conceal the noise, so he turned the shower’s knob.
Finally attaining the peace of mind, he entered the portal, which only showed images of the battle that ensued inside. It displayed the images poorly, like watching a pirated movie with very poor quality.
The portal was quiet for the most part, but after a few minutes passed, it shocked the very motel in a sudden burst of magic. It made no sharp noise, but definitely caused the whole establishment to shake momentarily. Lucas could only hope the people in the motel are as apathetic as he thinks they are.
[attr="class","urnotes"]443 ▲ VALKYRIE ▲ hope this works | [attr="class","urimg"] [attr="class","urlyric"]inside i've been shaken, my sanity taken Our broken halves they intertwine from once was yours and once was mine I'm unbreakable |
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jul 28, 2016 4:51:17 GMT
Thalia is not a girl inclined to magic, or even flights of fancy. This seems absurd, considering she lifts cars with the power of her mind alone, but it is true. Magic requires a certain relinquishment of control that cannot be abided. Her powers have a definable source: the mutant gene. Her powers can be identified and analyzed. There is science behind the way they work, and she can learn to understand science.
There is no understanding magic, not for her, and so she does not trust it. She cannot risk what small faith she has left on something so unstable.
What can be understood, however, is the universal quality of all crappy motels to have uncomfortable, bed bug-ridden mattresses. Thalia shifted a bit and stared at the ceiling. It felt like there was a pointy bone digging into her left shoulder through the covers. She had double-checked to be sure there wasn't a bone jabbing into her with more hesitation than she would have admitted under fire. It was that kind of motel. She didn't even want to know the last time these sheets had been washed.
(The story of how and why she came to be in this motel, on her own, distinctive hair tucked under a baseball cap and her famous face obscured behind a bored expression, slightly dirty clothes, and a bright pink bubblegum bubble the size of her head, is worth a thread on its own and will no longer be discussed. The fourth wall will remain intact.)
She blinked. The entire building rocked on its foundations; the lights flickered for a moment in her room, and from next door--the walls were paper thin, if only to increase her eternal suffering--she heard a barrage of curses curl out of the room like smoke. The man next door had a very inventive imagination and a baritone fit for the movies. She blinked again, and got out of bed.
Thalia stuck her head out of the window, hoping for something that would be necessary to call her away from the dingy room and its bone-filled mattress: a dragon the size of an 18-wheeler descending upon the parking lot, perhaps, or maybe just two drunks in a fight. There was nothing there but the harsh, empty glow of the streetlights, however, and nothing to explain the distinct shudder that had ripped its way through the entire motel.
She frowned and slammed the window shut, stepping out into the hallway instead. There was nothing there either, but it felt more right than looking out the window had. She was on the trail of something interesting, possibly. Possibly not. There was only one way to find out.
That was how she started knocking on everyone's door. By the time she'd worked her way down to the only door where no one opened it up to step out and berate her for bothering them, her bangs were plastered to her forehead with sweat and she was beginning to wonder if she'd imagined the entire event.
GRAND MAGUS
let me know if i need to change anything :>
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Post by GRAND MAGUS on Jul 28, 2016 8:33:42 GMT
Ah, Midgard. The aerating freshness of its air is delightful. It is none like other. The meadow was rich, bedding the earth outside the Ironwoods. Everything was beautiful. The white of the flowers, the green of the grass, and the crimson of blood; oh right, he wasn’t here for a vacation.
“’Tis I!” were the first two words he chose to obnoxiously enunciate after stepping in, quickly ducking from an axe right after. How rude. Lucas found himself in the middle of a battle, a losing one for the villager’s militia. He retaliated by summoning a red rock from his palm, hurling it towards his attacker. The creature was big, and definitely strong enough to catch the rock. The trolls took pride in their strength, and it gave the grand magus a sly smirk. Lucas returned that mocking look, closing his open palm to trigger the rock’s explosion. That took care of one, out of the many that advanced.
What the gods of this realm were doing is beyond him. “Flee! Man the barricades and heed for every able bodied men to pick up iron.” he shouted, imitating and butchering their dialect while he’s at it. At least that’s what he said. People here spoke in a completely different language, which he luckily learned before.
They obeyed. The majority recognized him, knowing his position. The uninformed ones were confused, but followed their flock nevertheless. Lucas needed to buy them time, and so he shall. A huge group of trolls started to gather in front of him, with axe, swords, and even bows and arrows. This is definitely a problem. The ranged ones started to let their arrows loose. Lucas had to summon a barrier strong enough to shield him. He then started to charge a good amount of mana, charging himself up before letting a burst of magic conquer the throng. The magic was so powerful that it burned most of them in a bright blue flame. The spell was also the reason why the motel shook. It caused a ripple in the portal.
It wasn’t over yet. Three trolls started to charge right at him, and Lucas responded by pointing his knuckle towards their direction, then wriggling his fingers towards the earth. The dormant wood underneath started to answer to his call, coiling its old but strong tendrils around the creatures. It started to pull them down. “The roots of Yggdrasil consume you.”
His ego failed to calculate the other one on the left, who managed to escape from his magic’s grasps. This thing punched him, right on the cheek. He didn’t have the time to dodge, but he was able to roll with the punch to reduce the damage. It however, caused Lucas to violently fly back into the portal. He hit the bathroom door with his back, destroying it in the process due to his momentum. A groan escaped him.
The troll then started to peek inside from the other side, entering the portal. “Oh no you don’t. Be a good immigrant and fill up the forms first.” Lucas quickly reacted, enduring the pain and started to make the splinters of the broken door float. “Because here in America, we follow rules!” he added, as soon as he shot the sharp pieces fly towards the creature, causing it to retreat. “Kinda.”
[attr="class","urnotes"]554 ▲ VALKYRIE ▲ we gucci | [attr="class","urimg"] [attr="class","urlyric"]inside i've been shaken, my sanity taken Our broken halves they intertwine from once was yours and once was mine I'm unbreakable |
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jul 30, 2016 4:42:12 GMT
Okay, no one was answering the door while she was knocking, but the crash she heard was definitely not good. For a moment, Thalia had horrifying visions of some old lady from a Life Alert commercial falling to the bathroom floor and wiggling there like an overturned beetle, unable to get back up.
In a highly unnecessary move, she decided to drop her shoulder and crash through the front door herself, already offering up a mental wish that the hotel would just accept her credit card and not press charges or kick her out. It was kind of a shitty hotel, she remembered. Maybe they'd be understanding. This sort of thing had to have happened here before.
Her momentum carried her into the room another few steps, before she turned towards the sound of the crash and--yeah, she was not expecting that. A man sat in the wreckage of what had once been the bathroom door and beyond that was what looked like a large piece of glass. Only that had to be wrong, because she could see through it into some sort of forest scene from which a monster was rapidly retreating.
"You're not an old lady who needs Life Alert," she informed the man, although he was probably already aware of that.
GRAND MAGUS
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Jul 30, 2016 18:14:18 GMT
Post by GRAND MAGUS on Jul 30, 2016 18:14:18 GMT
Normally he’d be able to sense if someone with any psychic or telepathic ability would be nearby. It’s an inherent trait him and his esoteric lot share. Lucas was preoccupied though.
Once his room’s door crashed open, he instinctively raised a palm towards it. Then he just raised a brow, astonished to what he set his eyes upon instead. He didn’t appreciate the intrusion, and her comment didn’t make the situation better too. “And you’re too young to be a party’s surprise stripper.” was his retort. It’s not well thought of considering it can be taken as a compliment too. He managed to gain access of his psychic conscience once again. Lucas started to dust his coat off, unaware of the other’s gift just yet. At least until he said ‘Maybe I should get a fedora, that’ll make me look more reliable and mysterious.’ in his head. Normally his mind is his haven, but he heard his thoughts echo back to him, realizing the other’s gift.
“You.. you didn’t hear that. Go home, I got this covered.” he enunciated, slowly first then showing a bit temper on the latter part of his statement. The appointed realm’s protector stood up, conjuring a total of four orbs of different colors that idly floated around his hands. He rushed back in the portal, and as soon as he did, he shot the orbs towards the first four trolls he encountered. The red one burned, the blue one froze, the black one caused decay, and the white one completely disintegrated its target.
He scanned his front for a few, carefully spotting if there’s anyone he missed. Once Lucas deemed it clear, he clapped his hand twice, showing a bit of swagger before getting pinned by a gigantic direwolf. “Oof!” was the only noise he could make. The beast snarled and pressed its paw against his back, baring its teeth as it closed in Lucas’ neck. It looks like the grand magus is in dire need of help.
[attr="class","urnotes"]333 ▲ VALKYRIE ▲ he could be u dk | [attr="class","urimg"] [attr="class","urlyric"]inside i've been shaken, my sanity taken Our broken halves they intertwine from once was yours and once was mine I'm unbreakable |
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Post by VALKYRIE on Aug 1, 2016 2:15:35 GMT
Thalia had never been in the habit of listening to strange men, and she wasn't going to start now. She followed on his heels through the portal, just in time to miss his excellent take down of the trolls. She did, however, get a front-row view of his excellent take down, in turn, by the direwolf.
She wished she were the kind of person to milk the situation a little bit more, but instead she stretched out her telekinetic muscles like a cat after a long nap and lifted up the direwolf. It hung in the air twenty feet above their heads, trying to look like an overgrown puppy instead of a slavering, furry engine of murder.
"A fedora," she said to the man, "Is possibly the only thing that could have made what I just saw more lame."
GRAND MAGUS
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Post by GRAND MAGUS on Aug 2, 2016 6:49:24 GMT
Having the pressure lifted from his back was gratifying. He was grateful even, until he realized who’s responsible for it. Her voice made him furrow his brows and grit his teeth. Lucas acknowledged that she made him irascible with all the brusqueness. He wasn’t going to let himself lose, so he gathered everything holy and sneered towards her instead. “Says the girl with the failed child actress hair color.”
He raised his head towards the creature above them, entering its psyche to try and make it docile. It’s not like he couldn’t kill it entirely, but it’s often best to free the beast back into the wilds. Lucas was barred out of its head however, similar to how a powerful psionic protects their own. He’s certain that dire wolf is no powerful psionic though. Something’s amidst.
Screams then echoed out of the Ironwoods. Not of pain or peril, but battle. A war cry blasted out. The grand magus is all too familiar with it. He clicked his tongue, dismissing his thoughts for now. “You decide on that mongrel’s fate.” he told her before quickly closing the portal. He can’t afford to be careless again. “I’m not burying you here on Midgard, so.. Tell me who you are and where do you live?” Did he underestimate her? Vocally, yes. But really, Lucas has a feeling she’s competent enough.
At the distance; right towards the gigantic trees of Ironwoods, massed a multiplying image of green and black.
[attr="class","urnotes"]245 ▲ VALKYRIE ▲ --- | [attr="class","urimg"] [attr="class","urlyric"]inside i've been shaken, my sanity taken Our broken halves they intertwine from once was yours and once was mine I'm unbreakable |
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