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>>307884
...I wonder, if but one tribe is... sufficient to my needs.
>>307885
I idly turn back to the one I call Silverpelt, Mar the Wise, and begin asking questions.
"||So-how many tribes are there in need of unification?||"
>[Silverpelt]"||Ten more, War God.||"
"||Ah, catchy title-but don't forget my name-further, anything of note you could mention about the other tribes would be useful.||"
Still treating my 'flesh' body as my primary, I am lucky enough to see the comparatively towering Morgren bowing double in genuflection as he offers words.
>[Silverpelt]"||Of course... War God Mordre. Of the tribes nearest to us, only one is truly a threat: The Iron Head Clan, lead by Gorth the Unyielding, is one of the strongest clans. It's absentee leader, Gorth the One-Named, is the greatest warrior to walk these planes.||"
"||Is that a fact? And where can I find this Gorth?||"
>[Silverpelt]"As is oft the case, he is not present-he travelled south two years ago, leaving his whelp, [b][u][i]Gorr Rup Mar The Destroyer. Even a shadow of the fighter his father is.. none can match him. His power, and that of his fathers, has crushed countless plans over the years.||"
This I am finding more and more intriguing-Mar Grun Ram Mag Mon has struck me from the start as one to lead with his mind, not his arm-whereas this Iron Head clan sounds quite the opposite. ...Two tribes, one lead by cunning, one lead by brawn... two complementary clans against nine.... yes, I could see this working.
>>307895
I flit about the camp, asking questions as I don't bother walking, simply floating from place to place on amounts of magic that would ignite the fat of a mortal mage.... organics, they are just not built to last...
Quite possibly the most important thing I learn is the clan's history-truncated or no. One of the oldest clans, Silverpelt has been leading them since the fall of the empire. Originally they were part of military forces in the swamps south of where the Empire once was-when the last Mosmordren fell, they eventually found their way west, settling here. A few years passed-and those contingents of Morgren on the eastern front made their way here as well, following talk of other Morgren. Marmon, Sporth and Calro were the first three tribes to form. From there... nothing but constant faction friction, squabbles, clashes and strife.
I take a seat atop a worn stone in the center of the camp, presumable the leader's seat of authority as I muse on a couple subjects, watching the Morgren slowly start to warm to Kyorto-who seems to be genuinely enjoying demonstrating the fact she is no longer human.
"||This Iron Head clan.... does it share a border with you?||"
>[Silverpelt]"||The Iron Head Clan is at the heart of this land, bordered on all sides by foes-yes, they share a border with us, as they do with everyone. They are the hub of the Morgren wheel.||"
"||I see-and which direction are they?||"
>[Silverpelt]"||West and South, War God Mordre.||"
"||I find it interesting you call me War God when I didn't kill any of the tribe members. In fact I haven't killed anyone today...directly.||"
>[Silverpelt]"||Even were it not for the.... the death I can feel about your metal guardian, I would know you as what you are.||"
"||How? Several have commented on this but I do not know what they are percieving.||"
"||...Life-it holds meaning to everyone and everything that draws breath-all share the fear of eternal sleep, of never acting again-but for you, life.... does not seem the same. Looking in your eyes is like looking in the eyes of a mountain after it crushes those who lived on it: It does not matter to the mountain that some mourn an event, the mountain simply does what its purpose dictates it should do.||"
"||An interesting description-so I don't value life the same way as mortals... makes sense, all things considered.... well-||"
>>308016
"||A question, then: Should Gorr be removed from the picture absent his father, could you conquer the Iron Head tribe?||"
>[Silverpelt]"||In half a day, if I knew when he was to be removed. If we did not know in advance, so as to strike hard and fast... I do not know. Perhaps.||"
"||Capital!||"
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>>308248
I check with Phohn-blast, Bang is back in the Ark Ascendant now-had I acted ten seconds earlier... ah, well, no point now, he'd be suspicious if I asked him to vacate. ...My Deep Spawn are likewise restored to their earlier posts. I leave Kyorto... and my Soul Eden with the Stone Knuckles clan, and pop into the air with forceful application of Kinetomancy and Gravimancy-who needs to use Aeromancy for flight when you have enough magic force to scoff at your own total mass? Besides, I would presume most anti-flier wards and magics to target Aeromancy-not using it could turn out most beneficial.
>[Silverpelt]"||..War God Mordre, do you wish us to start marching on the Iron Head clan?||"
"||Immediately-I shall deal with Gorr-have fun with his followers, would you?||"
>[Silverpelt]"||The Stone Hands clan will not let this chance fall from our grasp.||"
As I fly into the air, I watch the camp exploding into motion, Silverpelt issuing orders like a stage master cracking his whip, disorder becoming functional mayhem in seconds. I smile at the sight, at more living weapons slaved to my name as I turn to face South-West-
And continue on my way.
Through my Soul Eden, I inform Kyorto that we both are there only as support, not as fighters or offensive mages-this is to assess the clan's competence, not our own-something she seems to have already puzzled out.
I enjoy my moment of solitude, inhabiting this body that outwardly looks so.... [i]fleshy[i/], beard streaming out over my shoulders like a massive salt and pepper scarf-as I see the lean-tos and tents beneath me begin to shift. Gone are the rock clusters I now recognize as symbols of the Stone Knuckles Clan-and in their place, are lumps of iron-some even passably shaped into skulls. I would venture a guess I am over the Iron Skull's territory now.
I scan the landscape below, watching, seeking.... if I were a strength based leader of a Morgren clan, where would I-
I see a Morgren head and shoulders taller than any other present, so laden with muscle he's bulkier than my Soul Eden even WITH overarmor on-he looks as big as an Alchemical giant!
That would be Gorr, then.
From slightly about a mile about ground level, I climb. Two... three.... four miles up, I stop and consider.
I lash together my magic, wishing I could replicate the impressive Blood Magic of my Soul Eden in this form, weaving Pyromancy, Gravimancy and Kinetomancy together. I script a column of fire to burn away the air before me-I script a gravimantic weight to bring me earthward faster-and I script a Kinetomancy net to push me down even as I am pulled. My magic finalized, I link it all to a single restriction-
As I begin my descent.
Four miles.
I cover it in one second.
Yet instead of charging straight into battle with the massive Gorr-or even using that incredible force to leave a smoking crater in his camp, every bit of magical and kinetic energy simpy vanishes the moment I touch down-so that to any eyes but those, perhaps, of Bang, I appear to have simple materialized.
In the middle of their camp.
Ten feat before their leader.
I see Gorr thinking, mouth opening to react to my presence-and I speak over him, counting down. Fifteen...
"||I have come here to challenge the Iron Skulls chieftain to a trial by combat, to determine who is strong enough to lead.||"
Seven seconds....
"||Do you accept?||"
Five seconds...
Instead of words, a consonent-less roar rattles out from his barrel chest, as Gorr throws a fist larger than Keddic my way, with all the finality of an executioner's axe.
The fist closes.
One.....
And the trigger is met, my hand rising to meet his.
From an outside perspective, unversed or unaware of the intricacies of magic, I'm certain this looked quite impressive. The diminuitive, frail-seeming old man, standing to face the towering titan of muscle-and doing what I do.
The moment our flesh makes contact, the second of two Restrictions is met.
1-Fifteen seconds after touching the ground is the only point at which the stored magic can be discharged.
2-The discharge can only be made body-to-body, and as such the spell has a touch-range.
Pretty persnickety Restrictions... and when you pile them on top of all that magical energy I built up-
Instead of being crushed by a fist several times my size (the result most were expecting) the crisp, salty air is filled with a cacophony of resouning cracks and creaks-
As Gorr's arm twists and breaks and implodes in on itself, hit with such a vicious force his own formidable strength is ignored-
And the multiton leader of the Iron Hands clan, who rules by strength-
Is overpowered and sent flying by a puny 'human', twirling and tumbling viciously through the air to crash into his own tent.
With but one finger.
....Why was it that I did not use Restrictions on my magic before, I no longer recall.
In any event, as Gorr, now pulling himself free of the wreckage of his own tent, stares at me, I note I have the eyes and ears of every Morgren within eyeshot.
Now.... what to say, given at this very moment the Stone Knuckles tribe is invading with everything they've got?
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