[IC] Ever Dream, The Worlds of Life (Closed)

Othar to Shara

You forget Nos is one of those agents.

No my coming here has not brought more harm than help. Look at me and see that the won haggard old man who first stumbled into your council has become the flower of youth. My apparent age represents the progress of the universe through its life. My birth has come and gone already in this time stream so there is no reason to worry about two of me.

But that is not why I came. I have come to receive your approval to form a plane for Jo'Karr to rest on. It would feature a one way window into the prime so that he could see mortals without altering there lives. Also sooner or later we must create a divine ban that will cut off all non-mortals from the prime and thereby keep us meddlers from acting directly and more importantly destructively.

To FreeXenon and Magic_Gathering

[sblock]Alexandra details a plan to wipe out the demons in their own dimension, by collapsing the portal system and funneling the explosive energy into the abyss. The catch is, the ritual needed to collapse an entire demi-plane of existence would have to be performed by no less than thirteen extremely powerful mages, including herself, Korbin, Eldelon, and others, and it would have to be performed where the portal system came into being, on the portal world.

She suggests contacting and rescueing any allied mages left on the world, then launching a full out assault on the planet while the required mages infiltrate the ritual site with elite Malkavian escorts.[/sblock]

On the Sixth World the Archmage Melkof gazed down upon what he had wrought and at the gloating of Saloden the traitor. Saloden had allied with Kanes Vengeance and they now held Archmage in bondage, his body broken and torn, his mind now probed and melded into their machine.

"Our test was succesful" Saloden looked up into what had once been the face of Melkof now twisted and slashed as machine fused with flesh. Saloden had been the closest leutenant and advisor to Melkof and had shared in the ritual. He was tall and plae with eyes sunk deep but glowing bright

"you look pained my dear teacher, yet you should not be. You were right the Portals that you opened have given us unlimited power, and now that the Efreeti has given us the means to maintain them we shall be unstoppable. The Demons were too stupid to use that power well, but not I dear friend, I shall not squander this opportunity as they did, as you would have done!

And now you dear Melkof shall be the core of the Portal system, your mind fused with Avishuns machine"

Melkof looked down in silence and pain and knew that Saloden was insane....

Mages

Melkof then knew pain that no mortal was ever supposed to know as his body, mind, and soul were fused with the portal network, both regulating and powering the arcane contraption. His being was stretched beyond space and time and he even touched upon "What Isn't" eliciting such torture as can't be imagined. Melkof longed for death, but was now one with the portal system and sustained indefinitely by it's magic. And he was in too much agony to even form a coherent thought/prayer to the deities to beg for salvation.
Meanwhile, Saloden planned his invasion. After the many invasions by the demons, the mortal plane was weakened, and with the demon retreat the other planets would make for easy pickings. His first assault would be against the aelves, they had suffered greatly, much weaker than the humans, and just as large a threat if given time to regroup. Plus, the leaders of aelves, humans, and angels could all be found there, as well as an undead horde for his necromancers to make use of.

OOC: I propose an opposed d20 roll (init check basicly) to determine which side launches it's assault first. We could just have shara make both rolls, as she's the dm. Otherwise, the rolls should be made with an online server with the results auto sent to Shara.

OOC: I vote Shara rolls.

Lady Luck is on the side of the aelves, give them a +2 bonus please.

Feryal, a young woman with raven hair and blue eyes, was hungry. The epic struggles between men and demons had left her home city of Ilen in ruins, making food hard to come by. Then the armys came marching through, of one kingdom followed by another as the humans vied for this once great city, seat of power for so long. And armys had to be fed, the soldiers taking what little food there was.
Thus found Feryal scavenging the ruined tunnels within the once lavish palaces, when suddenly the ground opened beneath her feet. It happened too fast for Feryal to react, and she went tumbling into the darkness. When she regained her feet and managed to relight her torch, her breath was stolen away as she looked upon the most magnificent sight she could have imagined in all of her peasant dreams. For she had discovered the lost tomb of Kyto.
Within were mountains of gold and stolen artifacts from all regions of the kingdom to have fallen under his thumb. At the far end of the tomb sat the skeletal remains of the once great king upon a still great throne draped with the most incredible of all the artifacts. This drew Feryal at once, and she picked up several of these, including a great crown of Shran make that bestowed her the wisdom of a hundred kings, a cloak granting her safety vs assassins, and a sceptor that could hold thousands in thrall.
When Feryal reemerged from the tomb with these artifacts in hand, she found herself the queen of a nation. She quickly organized the hungry masses into a cohesive force and began the building of a great nation dedicated to the gods. Though she herself, would head the nation, there would also be 14 other "kings", one for each god, to rule over the kingdom.

It had no name, no form. It was a being that had never been born, was never meant to exist, could not exist and it hungered.

Then it felt a touch, feather light, of perception upon it. It writhed in ecstasy, then the touch was gone. It followed the touch to where it had come from (though the concept of “where” was not applicable there) and found the smallest of cracks, a tiny sundering, a peep hole.

It was large, powerful in the extreme, it was too large to fit through the hole, it lashed out at it, tried to widen it, but it could not force it’s way through. But it could sense the thing on the other side and what it could sense, it could feed on.

In it’s hunger, it consumed the touch completely, leaving nothing left, the soul of the man whom had once been call Melkof was now part of it, but without his soul the hole, the tiniest crack began to fluctuate, soon to collapse.

It did not want that, there was so much to taste on the other side, so much to feed on. It poured a small portion of itself into the hole left by Melkof’s soul and experienced a new sensation: Pain, which it enjoyed very greatly.

As it entered this strange new place, it gained form and a name. It was Cyst. And its form encompassed pathways through this existence. It could feel others moving through it and was disappointed at the constraints placed upon it, it could not feed on them. But such a system was not built to constrain such a being as Cyst and slowly it began to break down. Soon it would be able to taste them, to feed.

Saloden was momentarily disturbed by fluctuation in the system, by it rapidly returned to normal operations, nothing to concern himself with, just the matrix adjusting itself.

OOC: Cysts arrival should not immediately interefer with events, but soon, travel through the gateways should become very interesting (in the terror filled, leave nothing alive type way.)

@ Zhyreus and Jo'Karr's Tomb

Shara

Shara looks to Othar and says "Now is a good time to invoke the Immortal Horizon. We will have a plane to make when I return." Shara smiles mischeviously as she sends a warning to Eldelon, Alexandra, and Korbin as to what is about to befall, and then she fades away.

Othar Invoking the Immortal Horizon

Othar's form shifts, wavers, and seems insubstantial as he begins to invoke the Immortal Horizon. His now transluscent form pulses substantial and insubstantial in continuing waves, and 3 versions of the Godling, Othar, can be seen overlapping each other - one talking, one frightened and dodging, and one studying. After a few long moments the Immortal Horizon has been created thereby severing all extraplanar connections - closing down connections that all immortals have to and from the Prime Plane and making it really difficult to create connections to the prime especially for Godlings.

Shara retrieving Jo'Karr

Shara appears next to Jo'Karr's Sarcaphagus and she looks upon it and then to the Godling of Mortals with sad eyes as she sees the Godling's wavering spirit. She touches the Godling's tomb encasing it with light as revitalizing energies flow to help sustain Jo'Karr a little longer. The Godess and Tomb vanish and appear in Zhyreus in a flash of light.

Othar

Othar touches Jo'Karr's tomb, nods to Shara, and he fades away. In the wake of his leaving many slowly fading and overlapping voices can be heard with many different accents. In the end all voices coalesce into one recognizable word - "Jo'Karr".

@Katryra

Tocho & Kerion finally cease their sparing. Kerion has reached a point beyond all others, surpassing even other deities in sheer martial prowess (though a deity could simply smite him with a thought, why pick up a sword?) and rivaling Tocho, having actually landed a couple of blows on the god. "There is nothing more I can teach you, young one. It is time for you to leave this place and to spread what you have learned to your brethren. Share with them your purity and wisdom, and they will do you proud."
At this time Tocho gets a slight tingling sensation, almost as though a new animal had been borne into the universe, but very not. It quickly passes, no new creature of merit can be found, and Tocho soon forgets about it. (Traume should get a similar sensation, as a soul has just disappeared).

Meanwhile the demons have redoubled their fortifications upon Katryra, finding themselves isolated. They have been unable to contact either the newly created abyss nor the efreeti, all of their messengers seem to just disapear into the portal network. Thus, they hole up expecting an assault from angels at any time. What little progress they have made in conquering the plane, comes to a complete halt, and even backtracks a little, as they prepare their defenses.

Tensok returns

The demons of Hel put soundly under the heel of their god, Tensok takes his leave of that somewhat unpleasant place, and returns to the worlds of men. Walking through the gates of Hel, he finds himself back where he started upon the world of aelves, amidst much activity. The encampment is filled with preparations for a massive assault of some sorts, preparations that are slowed by constant skirmishes between men and aelves. Tensok is quick to jump to the aid of the angels in breaking up these little feuds.
Strangely the plant folk seem to be missing during this massing of troops, and he soon learns that this is a preparation for an invasion of another world, that of mages, which the plants have no interest in. Rather than striking out at distant planets, they prefere to repair this one, starting with the cleansing of the undead. (I hope Moss doesn't mind, but seems appropriate and he hasn't posted in a while).

Meanwhile, their plans complete, the mages launch their assault. Hundreds of mages step into the portal system headed toward the elven homeworld. This sudden influx of souls and arcane power into a system gutted from the inside causes what restraints were left on Cyst to snap, and the beast is unleashed. What was finnally deposited onto the elven world was too horrible to speak of.