Dawn of the Third Age/IC Logs/Session 35

Brazen_Sand: "EVERYTHING MOVE AWAY FROM ME. I'M DONE PLAYING GAMES!" Brazen shouted

Nomoe_Hideaki: Somewhere, unseen Nomoe nods. They have taken the measure of their foe, now it is time to show them what Exalts can do when they aren't limited by slavery to the Yozis.

Nomoe_Hideaki: As the Fiend races toward the central control platform probably the last thing she expects as one of the few sighted even within the unnatural gloom is a sudden, unanticipated obstacle. Some invisible force hits her head on, stopping her cold with such strength that the world seems to wobble and turn around her. Then the cause becomes abruptly clear as Nomoe, who had outrun his own image, stands before her, blocking her way. -It's already too late,- his smile says.

~Anshu: The Fiend returns his smile and throws herself to the side, off the walkway, her body and clothes dissolving into a viscous black tar that loops around to cling to the walkway's underside and speedily resumes its course.

Nomoe_Hideaki: Showing no surprise Nomoe is already waiting for her on the underside, blocking her way.

Bright_Snow: Snow lunges out of the scattered pockets of darkness and light that fill the control room, taking this advantage to reach out and grasping hold of the fiend that has thus far managed so many times to slip away.

Bright_Snow: With a hiss she quietly whispers, "Gotcha." The vindictiveness in her voice far different from the calm cold poise she normally holds.

Bright_Snow: er arms begin to glow silver and Nomoe, the fiend and her smell newturned soil and hear the songs of the day for just a moment before the charm rends a chunk out of the Infernal Essence that makes up the fiend.

~Anshu: The Infernal's face, still recognizable atop the column of undifferentiated tar her body is becoming, spins to look at Snow as she leaps out to attack, and Snow is struck by how her physical form reflects the Fiend's true spiritual ugliness - a repulsive, slimy, empty blackness, devoid of any redeeming feature.

~Anshu: For the briefest of moments, Snow's revulsion makes her hesitate before she presses home her attack, but that moment was enough, and the Fiend laughs a burbling, sticky laugh as her liquid body slips between Snow's legs to flee back the way she came.

Nomoe_Hideaki: watches with narrowed eyes, examining the patterns of the disgusting creature's Charms as she tries to evade his mate

~Anshu: Meanwhile with the others, the Malefactor turns to find a new target, and her eyes fasten on Brazen. Her hands still glowing green with Wood essence, she leaps toward him to place her hand over his heart in a twisted parody of a lover's caress.

Brazen_Sand: Brazen stared down at her in fury and grabbed her arm, hard enough to pulverize iron. "Only ONE PERSON GETS TO TOUCH ME LIKE THAT!" He snarled

Brazen_Sand: Then tossed her glowing hand away

Brazen_Sand: "NOW GET BACK, WHORE."

~Anshu: "Not even a goodbye touch for old times' sake?" She affects a pout.

Brazen_Sand: "I'M NOT ORDERING A SPECIAL SHAMPOO LIKE I NEEDED LAST TIME."

faustus21: "I think he has far better taste than to let you touch him" Wandering snarled

~Anshu: A blast of wind on Nomoe's back heralds the approach of the Scourge, her blades seemign to float on the swirling currents of air that keep her aloft as she attacks him on her way past.

Nomoe_Hideaki: also, does the scourge visit Nomoe under the walkway?

Bright_Snow: Recovering from her stumble as the fiend melts away Snow begins to pursue the fiend, following along in Nomoe's footsteps. As the Scourge passes her in a torrent of air, she whirls the Silver Lance she carries plucking the blows from the corrupt winds.

Nomoe_Hideaki: "I seem to be a popular target today," Nomoe Hideaki observes dryly. "I wonder, is it that they underestimate you, Bright Snow, or are they simply not capable enough to even try?"

Bright_Snow: "I keep my skills, like my person, hidden." She manages through the excertation. "I would be unnerved were they to act otherwise."

Nomoe_Hideaki: "Both then," Hideaki nods.

Brazen_Sand: <Wandering, when I attack, I will need you to run. Okay? Run as far from me as possible."

faustus21: <What?> shock courses through the bond <If your sure>

Brazen_Sand: <I'm sure.>

Brazen_Sand: <Besides, I'm sure you'll have something to amuse you in the meantime>

faustus21: <Oh I shall>

~Anshu: The Empress sets herself, drawing herself up. To those who can see her despite the darkness, the air around her shimmers as if she were shedding heat, and she becomes difficult to look at as she readies herself for the next attack to fall.

Brazen_Sand: Brazen had to take a step back as she became somehow more terrifying to look at then before, like the darkness might explode into volcanic fury at any moment

Brazen_Sand: Brazen threw up a claw. "NOW!" He shouted to everyone around him

Brazen_Sand: "You think I'm a tame pet of the Deliberative, don't you, everyone?" He snarled at the Infernals

Brazen_Sand: "Well you have no idea what I've been holding back!" he continued, rising into the air, a nimbus of bent light ACTUAL BENT LIGHT forming around him.

Brazen_Sand: "Now I know, it's better that this place be destroyed then it fall into the hands of the Yozis. Now behold my power, I AM BRAZEN SAND, THE BLAZING LIGHT OF HEROISM!!" He roared

Brazen_Sand: For a long dreadful second, he seemed to be covered in absolute darkness as light rushed into him, torn into a force of gravity from which there was no escape

Brazen_Sand: Then he exploded back into view and a massive gravitational force erupted from him

~Anshu: Some of the Infernals open their mouths to respond, only to have their breath stolen away by the sudden pull of Brazen's might.

Brazen_Sand: Debris was torn from walls and pulled into his orbit, then burnt into slag by his self-fire.

Brazen_Sand: The heat itself was pulled into an orb around Brazen by the gravity

Brazen_Sand: Covering him in a multi-hued sphere of killing thrashing heat.

Brazen_Sand: Even the magical materials were blackened as Brazen floated back near the ground, and cracked under the sheer weight of his unleashed power.

Brazen_Sand: "COME TO ME NOW, EMPRESS."

Brazen_Sand: he called from behind a simultaneously blinding and completely dark outpouring of Primordial might

Brazen_Sand: His face barely visible behind it

Brazen_Sand: Priceless pieces of First-Age artifice were helplessly pulled into Brazen's path, as he barely floated above the ground, like he was the King of Primordials reborn.

~Anshu: The Empress and the two Infernals near Brazen are buffeted by the wind and dragged toward him.

Brazen_Sand: "COME ON, YOU WANTED ME, DIDN'T YOU? COME AND GET ME. COME AND BRING ME HOME TO MALFEAS!"

Brazen_Sand: <You alright, Wandering?>

faustus21: <yeah I escaped just> fear, respect <That ability is something else>

Brazen_Sand: Solemnness, exultation in might <Indeed it is. That's why I don't use it much.>

~Anshu: As the Malefactor is pulled off her feet into the heart of Brazen's, her eyes harden. She can't avoid a collision and knows her death is fast approaching... and so she stretches out her hands, still charged with the power of Sextes Jylis, to brush across Brazen's shoulder before the crushing might of his anima tears her apart.

Brazen_Sand: "I'm sorry." Brazen whispers to her.

Brazen_Sand: before she dies.

Brazen_Sand: The touch crumbles against his sovereign will, although the fact that it almost penetrated his form disturbs him, right down to the bone...but that is quickly discarded.

Brazen_Sand: There is a feeling of regret over teh Bond.

faustus21: <regreat later beloved for now we must fight> a slight hint of worry and maybe jealously

Brazen_Sand: <Anguish and regret at knowledge>

Brazen_Sand: <I...I know.>

faustus21: Wandering scuttles along the walkway towards oozing form of the fiend stalking it with a single minded deterimantion even in the inky blackness that the Empress had created, closing on the postion of the fiend still relying on on Brazens 3rd eye for sight in the darkness. As she closes she grabs the railing of the walkway and throws herself over grabbing with her claws

faustus21: There is a tormented screech of metal as the claws bite into the walkway to arrest her decent "Going somewhere?"

~Anshu: "Hmmm, perhaps, perhaps not. It looks like we're not going to win this one."

~Anshu: "Would you believe me if I said I surrender?"

faustus21: "And why should I?" Wandering said carefully "After all your ilk don't have a good reputation with my circle mates"

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faustus21: Wandering puts the tip of her finger in the fiends mouth and milks a liquid from it "Drink it" she commands

~Anshu: The Fiend sucks obediently, a wicked grin in her eyes.

~Anshu: And soon falls into unconsciousness.

~Anshu: The Scourge is riding her vortex of winds in a wide arc, trying to circumvent Nomoe and reach the central control platform.

~Anshu: The Empress glares at Brazen and digs in her heels and the butt of her spear, stopping the sucking wind from pulling her closer, even as her jeweled headdress pulls away, releasing her mass of flame-red hair to join the Mantle of Brigid as it whips around her.

Bright_Snow: Having listened to Wanderings discussion, Snow moves over in a blurr, still moving silently and quietly.

Bright_Snow: Her strike to finish the fiend is the same, silent and without malice. Exoediency is what she serves here. The fiend has proven her ability to shake capture and so needs to find the finality that only death can provide.

Bright_Snow: The touch is delecate and burns with silver fire. "May life treat you better in your next incarnation." She says with conviction, as the pool melts away from the divine leaving naught a trace. "Both of them."

Nomoe_Hideaki: Seeing the combination of Wandering's honesty and Bright Snow's efficiency bring down the Fiend who has been such a thorn in his and everyone else's sides Nomoe smiles. "A painless death. Far more than she deserved. Let no one say we cannot be merciful on occasion."

faustus21: "What are you doing? she'd surrundered!" Wandering said in shock

Bright_Snow: */ Melancoly/ She is no more, deal with the Scourge my... / the thought cuts off as she turns reflective./*

Nomoe_Hideaki: In the distance a bolt of silvery lightning comes down upon the Scourge from high above, followed by thunder rumbling through the enormous room. Those who would fly even if they command the winds would do well to beware the living powers of the sky.

Nomoe_Hideaki: In this place of Solar power and ingenuity, where the very presence of an Infernal offends the genius loci, a swift punishment for such presumption is only to be expected.

~Anshu: As she glares at Brazen, the Empress raises her free hand and forms a fist, firing a bolt of fire at the Heretic Infernal.

Brazen_Sand: The bolt disappeared into the sphere of Brazen's power...and flashed against his luminous body for a second before disappearing

Brazen_Sand: "It's hopeless. Traitor."

~Anshu: Peals of innocent laughter echo around the chamber from the Scourge as Nomoe comes to play with her in the sky, and she tries to slip around him.

Nomoe_Hideaki: */As you wish, it is done./* Without further comment Nomoe re-appears before the command consoles at the center of the chamber and begins powering up systems.

~Anshu: But despite all her speed, Nomoe's blows find their mark. In a flash of gold, the cord of her life is severed, and she starts to fall the many hundreds of feet to the floor, her body limp.

~Anshu: The Slayer too manages to arrest his seemingly inevitable slide into the destructive core of Brazen's anima and pulls himself back to the Empress's side.

Brazen_Sand: Brazen moved towards the Slayer and the Empress, whilst lights played around his blurrily visible fist. "It's over. This is your last chance to surrender." He offered as he neared them, the weight growing more and more unbearable.

~Anshu: The Slayer looks to the Empress, who shakes her head. "We still have cards left to play. If we cannot win, we cann at least deny you a victory."