I have a fever. The fever is giving me crazy ideas. I must write them down!
Here are a couple of spells I don't know how to write mechanics for while I'm hopped up on anti-fever drugs. @.@
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Burn Down The Sky
I stood here, upon this green world, where the blue sky stretched from horizon to horizon, and the earthwhales grazed upon the golden fruit of the savannah, and I condemned it to death.
Through my firmament armor, I gazed up, and spread my arms, and began the chant, feeling the blood begin to rise up from my feet to my fingertips from the power I was calling. Lightning danced over my armor, and shattered the trees near me to charcoal tears.
I closed my eyes and the spell was cast. The crimson unBolt erupted from me towards the crown of the sky, and in it's wake the air was parted with enough force to turn the sky red, to strip the skin from the earthwhales, to shrivel the golden fruit of the savannah to ashes.
When it struck the barrier between sky and star, it burned, and a fire was upon the world. Like blood it spread, faster than history. In it's wake, no air was left, only wisping shreds of unbreathable noble gasses.
I looked upon this gray-green world, trapped dessicated in this moment, never decaying, never again to live, and found it good.
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To The End Of The River
It had burned down my world, and I chased it from star to star on wings of wrath until I found it, light-years away, on a dark but vibrant planet in the shadow of a gas giant swirling with heart-stoppingly beautiful color. There it stood, upon the crest of the craggy mountains of that place. There it stood, with his trophies laid out at it's feet like a funeral shroud.
It stood, shrouded in firmament, gazing at this world through timeless eyes from its foremost face. The three other faces around it's head searched the horizon for prey, prey that I would soon become, when I rose to my feet from my hiding place two miles away and raised my spear in challenge.
In ten heartbeats, it was before me, godlike in its undying form. A Mobiatrius, running rampant over the universe, holding time itself hostage - for if it were to die, the paradox would perhaps unravel the world.
I wasn't here to kill him.
It nodded in greeting, even as the blistering energies that scraped the air clean from my world gathered at its forty-nine fingertips, but before it could raise a hand I had closed the distance between us and stopped time for a few heartbeats - enough time for me to draw the circle with seven stars and seven spheres about it on the ground, and prepare to face it.
Its first blow shattered my bracers, which were carved from the eyeteeth of voidserpents hundreds of miles long, in to splinters. The second broke my arm, which was inscribed with tattoos of protection taken from the Monks of the High Castle hiding in their ice-clad fortress above the gas giant Amayurnus. The third blow tore my arm from it's socket, but by then it had already lost. The fourth blow bit deep in to my chest, and the five blow drove me to my knees.
But it was alright, I threw back my head and laughed, and it hesitated, and when it looked up at the sky it wailed in dismay. The circle I had drawn allowed me to use my greatest power, the one that had drawn me from the history of my planet to its demise, to avenge it, to bring justice to it. Time is like a river, ending at the ocean. Like quicksilver salmon we had flashed down it under the power of my enchantment, and as he had battered apart my strongest defense I had watched the star behind him bulge and swell and collapse, thousands of stars winking out, and then hurtle together, and even now, now as he wailed, the pulsing infra-black deathlight of the end of time engulfed us both.
He blew away in it like a dandelion seed, to drift back to the beginning, to begin again, and do what he had done and was doing and would do. And I?
I wound up here....