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Ribbon Prancer
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>>248212
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>>248436
[You don't know where The Red Comet is, and Phohn has never spoken to him. So you have no way of contacting him.]
>>248489
[Jezebel is the lead for both making the night vision goggles and refitting the four remaining stock golem armors. She has plenty projects, but could be used after the Air Cavalry's founding for further equipment upgrades.]
>>248215
I speak to the expectantly waiting Eisenhardt, starting off with an aggressive lead, in what I hope is a tactical approach to his established personality norms. I do still have issue quantifying mortal existences and their glandularly derived emotional quirks.
"First, I wish to begin by saying I wish to claim the southern front,
As it is claimed led by a Knight Captain I saw friends slay in fair combat,
I even carry his soul within this Soul Grave, he cannot be alive."
"How many fronts?"
"Three."
"...Then fine, you can have it so long as it is not their main force , now tell me about the other two fronts."
"The Eastern front is their main force,
three Knight Captains and the Pure Lady-
"So she's here then."
"Do you know her then?
I admit ignorance on the Disciples."
"...Their prophet. Claims that Soul Grave holds God within it's metal Tomb, and preaches the tenants of survival of the strong and cruel, fanatical worship to the one claimed strongest, their god Domintus The World Reaper."
"She leads through such a folly?"
"...I have come to suspect it is not entirely false. There is.... something in that Soul Grave I do not recall seeing in it prior to the Curse, or in any other Soul Grave, your own included. ...A dark, deep depth, an emptiness that seems alive only in mockery of the word, a fanatically intense and perfect void. .....And in that..... Well, I would say that I have met Lenryt, the one some call the Monster of the Mortal Coil... and while I would certainly not claim her entirely human, he otherness was a speck beside what dwelled in that sea of anti-existence."
"How did you come to see this depth of the Soul Grave?"
"I fought it. It had no runes, no enchantments or abilities associated with resisting or ablating Magnetomancy, how could I fail to best such as that? This was my thought process after.... Well, I attacked, and I was right, I could manipulate and rend its metal with ease-it was not enough. That thing inside just laughed, the ground, air, existence itself rumbling with its cackles as the Soul Grave spewed and grew metal with impossible speeds, gaining mass in such complex detail and quantity in so little time even Legendary Souls could not hope to sustain it. I doubt if even old Father Time, indeed if any save Lenryt could. ...Faced with hundreds of tons of minutely shaped spears, axes, swords, pikes, arms, claws, all manner of metallic sculpture weaponized as self-purging tides, constantly shedding every bit I gained Ownership of. It... scoffed at my attempts. I was only able to escape when I used my favored Ace move.... due to this experience I could not accept that thing as being nothing but her puppet. However great a mage that witch may be, her might was nothing to what she called her god."
"...That sounds suspiciously-"
"Like Anathema, yes. But Castiliathen is busy trying to stay top dog while Athelens thumbs their nose at them with that peaceful religion of theirs and increased prices. So the only nation that would have the scope and power to intervene into the heart of the Warring Nations is too busy to bother with a possible Anathema."
"A valuable bit of information, and I thank you. the Northern force, third of the three, is scattered just outside the States borders, along the mountain's low slopes and the steppes, led by two Knight Captains."
"Which ones?"
"I was told Delfargoth the Despoiler and Therikio the Inspiring."
"Pfft, that pansy Therikio's there? Some convoluted mass revolution/invasion/hit everything forever plan no doubt wedged in that egotistical mind. ...I will deal with the north."
"Anything to do with Weinsho being up there?"
"Finally doing some reconnaissance are you? Good for you old man, finally getting your feet wet. But no, I have no intention of visiting Weinsho... I have an urge to break things. The general geography you gave me is sufficient for me to locate them."
Without another word, the ever-brusque Eisenhardt blurs away, riding his metal platform into the sky at multiple times the speed of sound, thunder startling everyone remotely near us, several clutching their ears. I lose track of his position in less than a second as he moves miles in an instant, having hurled himself towards those distant mountains to the north and already vanishing behind clouds. ...Well there he goes, off to face an army himself. I wonder how the Metal Titan shall fare. My mind now turns towards the here and now, as I consider what to do in the relative flow about me as all sorts of people leap to action on different and interwoven paths.
>>248233
I call Burduko from his current labors to reach each of the three Domintus force's projected immediate destinations , and have him bring me directly to Gialgorra's Manse, from his prior trip with myself and Ugrokk to the inventor. In the dimming evening, I knock on the closed door, and this time when the automated butler greets me it does not do anything save step aside, clearly recalling our past encoutner and the designation I was afforded in its system. Highly impressive, for Gialgorra to have worked such complexity from naught but his understanding of things non-magical. Sofiazza is staffing the front desk, looking decidedly out of place, seeming torn between smiling and scowling at me, nevertheless showing as little respect as possible in her irregular recognition of my presence. Since she simply stares expectantly, I speak without further hesitation from my established persona's mannerisms.
"Hello Sofiazza, is your father available?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"I'd like to discuss renting some land on this island-"
"How much and where?
"West up the coast from the port about two miles, a hundred foot by hundred foot area plus a cliffside cave."
"Five hundred marks a month."
"I'm sorry?"
"For the land, Five hundred marks a month, first AND last payment upon assuming ownership actually, so that's one thousand marks to begin renting."
"... I see, one moment."
Speaking through Phohn to Burduko to transcend the lengthy times needed by organic minds I flicker back to the Arcanoworks even as Phohn explains to Dregas my need for one thousand marks, and as I march to the building he occupies I find him emerging in seconds to hand me a small pouch, the substantial clink of coins from within. I nod to him, and again bid Burduko to transport me back to the Manse, back to where I stood. Ten seconds after disappearing, I reappear before Sofiazza and hand forward what now feels like a paltry sum.
"First and last payment, as stated."
"...DId you just teleport somewhere to get money?"
"Yes?"
"Why the Deep didn't you just teleport the bag to you?"
"...Old habit of doing things myself?"
Without warning or hesitation Sofiazza's blank expression breaks into jubilant laughter, hearty giggles of amusement as she nods her head, lifting the bag in one robotic limb (this time a pair with assorted pressure sensors in them... if the whole island makes rent payments.... as I look past her considerations, I note hundreds of heavy sacks stacked behind her. ...Must be rent due for the end of the Cycle... or the end of the month. That should make it easy to remember when payments are due.
"Can I request ownership be assumed tomorrow?"
"Sure, makes it easier to know when you're due too. ..That's it old guy, you got the land. At some point one of us might come out, see how you're doing. As is, most of us are working on that arm you commissioned. ...Dad's really gone wild with the new inventions and cramming tech in that limb, when it's finished and gets mounted again for the final install in three days-oh yeah because dad got so involved in the project and got us involved it'll be done faster, FYI. So if that was it, I have to finish counting everyone's rent before I can get back to fiddling at that Dynamo frame and all its goodies with everyone else, so... do you mind?"
"Not at all, that was it I desired right now."
Again I disappear again, off on another immediate goal.
I am brought to the islands teleportation box I just began to rent land around, noting Burduko's soul to be waning from the rapid teleportations. I recall his mention the number of souls I carry causes him considerable burden, and I wonder if moving through the boxes would alleviate the strain. But first-
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>>248555
My attention turns inward, as I gaze upon the yeti mage souls I harbor... and how comperatively little I got from them. I know Soul magic was used by several of their number... but I seem to have not breached that initial border of magic yet, that gap betwixt mortal frailty and the implacable demands of my form. With five glimmering whispers of paradoxical souls swimming in my Soul Furnace, untouched and free to roam, I take a gamble, grabbing a pair of them to act as a lubricant of the self as I try to irk something more comprehensive from the bare beginnings of Soul Magic I hold.
[-2 PRISTINE SOUL TOTAL PRISTINE SOULS REMAINING: 03]
Something happens. I fell something previously immovable shifting, yielding, something pulled into my realm, understanding, a knack pervading my being. It clings to the Soul Grave ability to sense souls-
Burduko, visible at my side, is abruptly more concretely defined as a spiritual existence. I know that his soul is depleted to two thirds of its ideal maximum, and that he is perfectly balanced between Chaos and Order. With the realization that I can detect Chaos and Order in souls, the pinnacles of existence and anti-existence becoming understood, in some general way at least, comes a new sense of capability, an aspect of magic I know I have not tapped yet. It is small, it is feeble still, nothing like the fully developed buds of Will, or the corporeally reliant Blood... but I reach out to it nonetheless. Not truly understanding the sensation that comes, I find myself surprised as Ozmand the Hammer appears within my mind, words unspoken yet simply known.
>"Woah now, you can talk to me now? Hey that's great! I've been wanting to say that was an awesome ride in the shell you shot at that dragon, WHOO I went fast. ...At some point, I would like to talk to you about the whole 'you're a Sapient Soul Grave' and all that baggage you have with you, but I know you got a BUNCH on your plate, so I'll leave that for when you're ready."
Ozmand's individuated existence flutters away, my grasp of the infantile Soul magic wavering as I consider the things I am coming to understand resulted from my manipulations.
-I gained the passive ability to sense the Chaos and Order of souls, which will likely prove more useful on mortals than on crafted beings like Burduko.
-I can speak with the Heroic Souls within me. I believe I must focus intently to speak with them of my own will.
-I can manipulate the Chaos/Order balancing of a Soul whom is unresisting.
-If I gain the compliance of a consumed Hero soul, I can alter their Chaos/Order balance, and as purely existences of the soul, this could have considerable range to its application.
With my mind still filing away this new knowledge, this understanding forcibly claimed from the few yeti Soul mages within my system, I have Burduko teleport me back to the Arcanoworks via the box, observing his soul barely disturbed in any way at all in transit-the Sameness does seem to help, I shall note that. I exit the intricately carved teleportation chamber and intterrupt Arkus in his administrative work on the second floor. With but a glance, I clear the area of any others, freeing myself from prying ears within the buffer afforded each level of the tower, sonic dampening preventing anyone outside the room hearing what's spoken within.
"I know you have much on your plate right now-"
"Actually not really, not compared to before. Oh, I had forgotten to mention, got the Skyfall cannons installed on each tower. Just one per each of the five wall turrets, but hey, plenty of ammunition. Anyway, what's up?"
"I shall be leaving my sword with you, I wish you to analyze the runes, and tell me how they have changed from before. Seek counsel from Del Rogo, in joint considerations how the object as a whole could be improved. You recall that trick I pulled before, inverting its spatial and temporal stasis, I wish that to be its primary focus."
"Yeah sure I can maybe do that. Uh, what else?"
"Recall those aeromantic wands from Balboa's belongings?"
"Is THAT what they are? I hadn't yet had time to inspect them."
"I desire those analyzed, their runes duplicated to arm each Air Cavalry member with on.
The spawn they ride on, and the dragon herself, Nidhogg, all have innate command of Aeromancy,
As a Combat Magic, somewhat an Arcane magic for Nidhogg alone.
Could you make the items network with one another and with the mounts, to form a collective spell?
It wrought shields formed of dense air,
Surely that much power could make a considerably potent and amply sized deflector."
"Okay first wow why was I not told the wands could do that, and second since when did you know that much about the mechanics behind the more involved and advanced applications of magic as a conceptual subject? I mean I am only just getting a handle on some of the runes involved with that! Also what's up with those creatures you got?"
"Arkus-"
"Yes yes I'll do it obviously, and yes that should work, and yes the usual 'this will take a bit yadda yadda' That... that should make the Air Cavalry pretty devastating... especially if I can tweak it to just be one-way, so that it pushes all air down, so attacks from the ground are repelled, shots from above are accelerated in passing... yeah that would make the Air Cavalry some beasts. Speaking of which, come on, what are they, the beasts and fabricated people?"
"They are Deep Spawn forged from fragments of my soul using these cores that orbit me even now, which I gained from Deep Spawn in the northern mountains when speaking with the area Administrator."
"...Deep Spawn being what, exactly?"
"Immortal existences forged to care for part of the worlds function as the root of their existence, "
"..Ah ha. So yeah, I'll get on those. ..Ah, also I'm a bit worried, and I can't really think of anyone to talk to about it but you. Ah, I'm, well... generating World Magic. I don't know why, or how, but in addition to being able to tap World magic from, you know, the world, I find my body innately generating it around my veins and nerves... it's a fair bit disconcerting, even if handy for runework, since I have more magical stamina now, but.... what do you think? Should I be concerned?"
"I see a harmony of Chaos and Order in your system, the two artfully interwoven in what at first looks a chaotic scrawl but when looked at more deeply reveals hidden complexities.
I see the harmony of your soul, nothing foreign intruding on your existence. I think you should simply count it as the blessing it seems to be, and make full use of it."
"I.... see. ...Thanks. ....Uh, back to work, or...?"
"Yes. I have much to attend to while the Air Cavalry is formed."
"Okay, I think we got it here, I mean we have everything we need to work with."
Without further comment, I make my way back down the steps, the workers flooding back in to resume attending to Arkus, taking orders and missives about the camp as he eyes the sword and rings alike.
>>248232
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[The Blue Knight is the rebel resisting the invasion, what with his noted presence to the South and possession of multiple bases and a comprehensive setup. So.... he's kinda busy for a visit, unless you can bring some muscle. Plus Nidhogg is engaged while the Air Cavalry initial training and final refitting is underway, so Burduko to places past is what you have outside of foot.]
I have Burduko bring me via the teleportation box to the Land of Dragons, nodding to a few workers laboring to fix yet another broken window, as I feel Lubu's immense soul several buildings away. I track down Senth once Phohn informs me of his location, and I explain in the next day or so he shall be earning pay as part of a riading party against an army in the Land of Dragons. He says nothing and only continues to shoot me that dopey grin as he puffs away on Old Bessie, yet he follows me to the box all the same, and just as the sun sets Senth is in the Arcanoworks, his smile thinning for a moment as he appraises our surroundings. I give him no time to gawk at being so much closer to his homeland as I gather up Bang, and seek out Dame Valiria.
"Dame, I mean to travel to your father's land.
Would you like to come along?"
"Yes, I would. I find myself of little use in forming this.. Air Cavalry of yours. Truly, they shall be magnificent when ready. ....Oh, do you mean to leave now?"
"I mean to be there before midday tomorrow."
"Ah?"
"Fear not, I have a way to transport you smoothly and safely at such speeds.
Shall we go?"
"...Yes, I suppose we should."
I gently float down a metal disk, gently taking command of Valiria's armor and firmly seating her on my fanged replica of Eisenhardt's platform, as I slave the joined magnetic fields to my own, unlocking the Disjoining rune. I turn Nimble Nitro to active, and drive Magnetomancy into myself, tossing a last remark over my shoulder to Bang and Senth.
"Do try to keep up."
WIthout further comment I take off, miles vanishing beneath me as I swiftly climb to one hundred and fifty miles an hour, en route south to the lands of the Blue Knight. I note Senth idly teleporting along at Burduko's side, having taken a clear liking to him, while Bang continues to fire himself like a rocked with every one-legged leap of his immense stride. Hours pass without incident and as the land whips by one day becomes another.
[DAY 150: DAY 10 OF WEEK 3 OF MONTH 4:]
[Randiday of the Third Cycle of Praeclarum (Summer)]
[-1 soul upkeep. 2,998 souls remaining.]
Before the sun has rightly risen, I am in the southlands, passing the place I met Valiria, mere hours later finding something I did not expect:
I see a red human-sized Life Golem, its soul possessing such depth without breadth that it feels out of place in existence itself, is alone against a force of thousands, warriors in plate and chain wearing black tabards showing a man made of weapons as their sigil.
The Life Golemis winning. The soldiers are dying.
Blades and spurs erupt like lightning unending from the golem's flesh, slicing through all in their path with not a trace of resistance. Nothing survives to even get within thirty feet of the life golem, who seems almost bored as he walks through the slaughter he creates, the sword in his right hand not once being raised. Senth pulls up short to frown speculatively at the sight, Valiria looks worried and Bang looks ready to rumble, a manic grin painting his face.
What should I say or do?
Now that I am in the southlands, where specifically should I go? To the mine I met Vonjeen? Or should I ask Valiria where to go?
Or should I attend to the exchange I stumbled upon?
>[Roll for next day passing [in next post] please. 1d100 roll.]
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