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[Putting a new core in could graft new abilities, forcibly evolve and improve existing Deep Spawn. otherwise, they all start at a given baseline based on your own soul.]
Angormandius left heading towards Gainer, and I imagine he likely has reached it. As for Korgotyo the Chained, he is currently the guest of a local school of martial arts, the Chaining Calamity school, who seem to be wholly separate of the Tyotworro clan ...Perhaps guest is not the right term: They have open air arenas and gardens in their premise that easily accommodate the gargantuan Rageglut, and I have seen their deferential yet familiar attitude with him. It would seem fairly likely he is a member, and a considerably talented one at that. He has been largely courteous in his interactions with the locals, quite a few of whom seem to know him, including several elderly individuals that speak with far more familiarity than the rest. Korgotyo has nevertheless not spoken with me, or in fact anyone at the Tyotworro clan estate, including Oz. I have noted that Oz would likely be quite pleased if able to have a chat with the titanic warrior, and the degree of notoriety the Rageglut holds intrigues me. Perhaps I could pursue this vein, some time or other.
The Tyotworro estates themselves have a few branch family members who still act somewhat deferential, as apparently Bagrom is from the main family line, which extends over us as his invited guests. There is Edgo Su-Tyotworro (The Su denoting branch family), a man past his prime and tending slightly towards sloth, a receding hairline doing nothing to hide the bull neck and strong jaw beneath, clearly having taken part in martial pursuits in the past. He has a wife, however as a branch family member his status could not confer via marriage, and so his wife and daughters are housed outside of the estate, where he frequently departs to visit them. His sons could not be more different. The youngest, Dano Su-Tyotworro, is studious, obsessed with finance and details, a critical aid to to his father the effective head of the estates. Between the two of them, they largely run and manage the impressive grounds. Then their is Heiryou of the Iron Mustache, the eldest sun. He is assertive, aggressive and exceptionally direct, a contrast to the tactically subdued Edgo and Dano. He left on a great many travels about the land, and now is the commander of the local army of Waltora, and champion of the local judicial system, a position involving defending the courts side when cases go to trial by combat. He is noted to have not lost a single case. Hieryou also has an enormous wolf, so heavily built it seems some primal throwback to a bygone era, a quiet, attentive companion that obeys his master's commands without question. Thus far, Oz has also sought a match with Heiryou, who politely declined due to work. I wonder if I could convince the scion of the branch Tyotworro's to at least hold a light spar, as I imagine this as well would please Oz, and make him more inclined to follow me to Lubu.
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I invite Oz to take a break from his sparring with the other Deep Spawn (Nihilino has told me via Phohn that his erasing abilities cannot effect Oz at all, and Mothbern has had similar complaints) and their manifested spawn, while I heal the two he enjoyed fighting the most. Intrigued, considering both are little more than paste on the ground, feebly struggling to regenerate, he comes to watch, as does Hieryou, drawing with him his younger brother Dano whom he had been speaking with. I put forth my hand as I pluck free two of the forty one cores revolving about my form, and bend my Will towards crafting them. As I do so, I idly speak with Oz.
"So, what exactly is your opinion on Dragons in general, Oz?
I don't think you ever told me more than that you don't wish to serve."
"...Huh, that's right. Well, I respect them as warriors, one and all they can do some amazing things, and no matter how they are now, they had to sweat, bleed and dance with death to get like that, and I can respect that. The thing is thought, that the way they act like they're the best fighters around, like no one else is their equal, that just pisses me off. I have yet to meet a Dragon that wasn't ultimately so pompous that those who served around them were simpering fools, spineless sycophants, crippling their effectiveness as individual soldiers, all to suit some stupid whims. So yeah, I have a problem with Dragons."
>Murhyihal, Concept of RESTORATION, form of TOOLS (For repairing metals) and CRYSTALS (For healing fleshbits)
Murhyihal
The ever giving, of restoration, of recovery. I imagine a being to grow as a mass of crystal and metal, able to give up its own body to replenish others, spines on his metallic portions allowing incredible manipulation, an aid to construction as well. The crystals dotting his form, so similar to the type I forge when I invert Soulfire, hold within them the potential to revert, to unharm, restoring injuries by sacrificing their existence. With spawn that look like nothing more than giant leeches, able to grant passive regeneration to their host, Murhyihal is hardly offensive compared to many of the others... but I imagine I shall find him as useful as I have found Phohn and am now finding Burduko. Oz looks mightily impressed as the first roe simply begins to swell and harden, shards of transparent crystal abounding as a vaguely humanoid shape unwinds itself into a prostrate stance, as a voice like a saw on metal hails me reverentially.
"Murhyihal Serves."
As Oz claps, clearly impressed, Hieryou says nothing, all while Dano wears his astonishment on his sleeve. I continue my dialogue as I set Murhyihal to tending Vandgurd and Zelgoto, collecting my thoughts as my only just recently fully restored soul takes the hit without complaint.
"So, it is a question of attitude?"
"Not.... entirely. If they were actually such godly fighters like they acted, then yes, fine. But really, in all fairness there's a few Dragons I might be able to take, a few others who would have a hell of a time beating me, accounting for every one I have met. You don't get to act that high and mighty without commensurately absurd ability to go with it. Don't talk unless you can back it, that's the way you do it."
>Akeakam embodies the concept of STRENGTHENING, and his form revolves around OIL and NEEDLES.
Akeakam
Power, improvement, acceleration, enrichment. A being not to fight, but to make others fight more ably. Needles and fluids of nebulous power fill my mind, my soul diminishes as Will pours into the seed. It explodes into a bed of spikes, sprouting outward as an oil so dark it eats the light around it flows all about, a towering mass of shifting needles festooning a transparent membrane holding thousands of gallons of that perilously shadowed fluid, radiating a power I can scarce fathom. I see spawn so similar to Murhyihal's, now simple sacks and a single needle, a brilliant red elixir the cargo they carry. Another Support based Deep Spawn, as I swift find myself favoring them. This time Oz roars his laughter as the blob of oil and needles moves to Murhyihal's side, and begins to likewise aid in its work.
"Well Deep-damn, I've never seen anything like that, just making beings just like that. One fancy trick you got there, never-mind that I have no idea how you do it."
>[Hierou]"It appears the prayer-bead like orbs revolving about him are proto-souls of some form, and that by binding a piece of soul to them, he forces them to sprout, bound to his will."
"No shit? That is one sharp as sin Eye you got there, reading workings that deeply. Hah, to send a piece of your soul over distance and out of a fake body like that, one impressive trick, no doubt. That, or you're completely off, and its something else, HAH!"
>"...I would not have spoke were I not certain. Now pray excuse me, a serial killer is having a verdict rendered tonight, and will likely demand trial by combat."
With a glance to me, and a whistle for his wolf, Hieryou of the Iron Mustache, as ever barbed in his stylized armor, bows and leaves. Dano returns to his work on the estate accounts, while Oz spends a bit longer watching Vandgurd and Zelgoto be treated, before he rejoins the other Deep Spawn in his one-sided beat-down, looking happy as a child while his strikes topple giants that keep getting back up. As the night wears on, my two defenders finally arise, and return to the brawl without my need to ask after giving their report. They note that while Jioga was polite when he first arrived, upon learning that the pagoda was a ruse he struck out in anger, leaving them wounded so, with a simple metal sword, carrying the oppressive weight of his soul. They both note that while he entered the Fruit Orchard, Jioga and his retinue, some three hundred in number and all officers, was not following any trail, so I likely do not have as much cause for concern as I could. I watch the two restored Deep Spawn, clearly enjoying their fights against a human they simply cannot seem to harm, who extends the courtesy of not threatening their souls. Despite their support status, Phohn, Burduko, Murhyihal and Akeakam all likewise fight, their regeneration and innate strength making them excellent at keeping the pressure up on their laughing foe.
[DAY 140: DAY 10 OF WEEK 2 OF MONTH 4:]
[Randiday of the Second Cycle of Praeclarum (Summer)]
With even Dulu now having given in and finally joining the fray against Oz, likewise being beaten down like a child by burlier foe even as magic slowly grants him limbs and height alike, I have been occupied feigning some weariness, soon to cease moving and pretend to sleep, when a servant comes to speak with me, giving me reason to resurge in apparent alertness.
"Honored Golem User Mordre, Master Bagrom Tyotworro and a guest have arrived, and would like to meet you and guest Master Oz in the main hall presently."
As the servant departs without waiting to hears my response, I call out to Oz, apprising him of the situation, as he springs free of the fight while several Deep Spawn simply take a knee, letting their bodies finish regenerating as Dulu likewise watches our departure. As we take up residence in the roomy main hall, Bagrom and a young man puffing on Keddic's pipe who I presume is Senth stand before us. Both take part in giving us a recounting of the tournament, Oz seeming to be pleased with Bagrom's performance, having bested a past champion and three veterans before finally having to withdraw, but it is the recounting by Senth, that of the final match, that interests me most. Oz likewise is enthralled by that tail, and as we are fully brought up to date, Oz slaps his knee with a sound like thunder.
"Well GOOD FOR HIM! Got to have a personal moment it sounds like, and running into your master right after? Ah, serendipitous stuff, that. And that Jeeba fellow, I met him a few times... actually killed him twice, now that I think about it. First time didn't know he had three hearts and a backup mind, so technically didn't really kill him... but I pasted him the second time around, and still I run into him later. Guy has multiple copies of his body, or some crazy thing like that. Decent fighter, no mistake, but more than a bit loopy, and a violent arse. But taking a RageSphere... whooo, that takes balls. Even your soul gets warped by that. Makes your fellow... Keddic, that's it, makes Keddic's victory all the more impressive. AND SENTH!"
Without warning or hesitation Oz's right hand exudes a ghostly hand as large as a wall that rushes towards the wiry redhead at the speed of thought-and meets nothing, Senth having slipped away by some use of Tractomancy. ...A valuable skill, that. Yet instead of continuing, Oz laughs, walking forward and offering his hand to Senth.
"Well squirt, haven't seen you for a few years. Still a no-good waste of space, bothering your betters?"
>[Senth]"Haha, you know it!"
"And I note you use that Keddic's pipe..."
>"Yup, having a bit of fun with him."
"Ah-hah..."
With Bagrom moving to leave, likely seeking a wash and sleep, Senth and Oz chat, catching up since their last encounter (apparently two years ago, with Oz mocking Senth's new patch of chin-hair mercilessly), I look out of the main entrance, towards the vibrant night life of Waltora, a city large enough to hold scores of thousands I see Korgotyo's massive form illuminated by enormous bonfires as he leads nocturnal instruction for the Chaining Calamity school, his enormous chains dancing to his whims as they flick over building tops. I also note the four story courthouse is fully lit, and packed with throngs of people, likely interested in the sentencing of that serial killer. I see Hieryou vanishing into the courthouse. Dulu has engaged the Deep Spawn, asking that they spar with him as well, and they now continue their violence, the support Deep Spawn no longer taking part as pairs of warriors face Dulu. I briefly consider my soul, only slightly strained from the crafting of so few Deep Spawn.
What should I say or do?
Should I bring up Jioga's impending approach, and discuss potentially relocating?
Or should I try to speak directly with Bagrom, Dulu or Oz and Senth about anything?
Or perhaps should I venture out into Waltora proper, and seek to meet with Korgotyo or Hieryou?
Or should I simply stay and feign sleep?
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