Aagha knew something had gone horribly wrong. He had felt within his mind, body, and soul the cycles of rebirth and renewal. He had felt what it had once felt like to rise from the depths of the deep water and break the surface pulling in the first breath of air from having held breath in for so long. The feeling of the sun reaching out to gently caress flesh first thing in the morning. These feelings, not that they were fake, but for some odd reason they didn't settle within Aagha correctly as they should have. He didn't live them directly they were almost imprinted upon him. He felt the blast, the searing heat, the concussive force.

Aagha had been sent airborne and his focus and consciousness momentarily torn asunder by his flight through the air that would've been his absolute down fall if not for Boromir and Ignis. He had managed to release ignis from the scroll and boromir had slammed into him and he into the two of them. There was sliding again earth, a bit of a yelp, a groan, and the lion and hellhound digging themselves the best they could into the earth to prevent Aagha from actually making contact with it. They somehow had managed this time but Aagha and Boromir were just shy of spent.

There wasn't anything the two of them could do this time. They could only watch the battle field. Boromir and ignis worked together to get aagha up onto his back, and they began making their way to some sort of tent that seemed to be offering reprieve. Hopefully they could at least try to stay out of harms way from this point on. Aagha wasn't even sure if he would be able to yet again draw his bow for awhile.

The last remaining brittle earth elemental shatters into tiny glistening fragments that sparkle in the rays of sunlight that dot the battlefield as it is blasted and crushed

Then, the sky darkens once more. A cloud, not of ash and smoke, but of water vapor blankets the sky. Vulcadreaus stands out from the clouds like a lighthouse in the fog, its brilliant wings slowly rising and falling with each wingbeat as it surveys the battlefield. 

A pause from the previous chaos is momentary, but enough for the adventurers to find their footing once more and rally what remains of their forces. Healing is done and preparations are made for a final assault on the newly awoken god. 

Vulcadreaus opens its mouth and the plasma-like ooze that makes up its new form stretches and drips as it lets out another earth-shaking roar. The sound is higher pitched than before with an ear-splitting ring to it that carries across the entirety of the Ash Lands as if to make its presence known to all who stand witness to its emergence. 

Then a flurry of chains lash around its jaws, snapping them shut and trapping one snoozing adventurer inside. More chains of ice and water snap around its legs, preventing it from ascending further out of reach. The chains strain to bind the dragon and counteract the radiating heat of its form. 

What strange magic is this to stop the power of the divine? An incarnation of the very primordial energies that define the realm itself, one of the ultimate primordial beings, brought to heel before a handful of tiny mortal souls.

Time...really has changed.

The cumulative effort of the adventurer’s spells copied from Scern drags the dragon down from the sky closer to the ground. Its long whip-like tail sears into the ground and melts through it like a hot knife through butter. The wings sluggishly rise and fall in an attempt to remain airborne, scattering cinders and flames through the air around its body to deter those from getting closer.

A feeble attempt. These mortals would not still be here if they only cared for their own self-preservation.

The newly grown grass and blooms of wildflowers darken and wither before new growth replaces it in a cycle of life and death unending. The primordial energies of destruction and rebirth in a constant push and pull. Give, and take. What would it mean to end such a cycle? Could the cycle even be ended? These were questions that would not be easily answered, especially in the literal heat of battle. 

Vulcadreaus twists and strains against the chains which start to melt and boil. They hold. But not forever.

Even bound by ice and water, the heat radiating off the god is sweltering and unbearable. Each wave threatens to melt the very flesh off any adventurer who dares to get too close. 

But what choice was there? There would not be another opportunity like this again. If the adventurers were waiting for their moment to put all they had left to use, now would be their one and only chance. 

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ROUND SUMMARY

This summary includes the most important information to consider for the next combat round. This includes active threats and information on the boss creature gained as a result of actions taken in the previous round. Use this new information to strategize and coordinate efforts with your fellow players. If you choose to take damage or use hit preventions at any point within your own reply, please include that in your Action Summary.

Damage dealt to PCs and NPCs:
Gwendolyn Mystwud : -1 armor hit prevention (fire) from touching the glowing hotplate

Boss abilities discovered:
Immunity to magical and non-magical fire and earth damage
Immunity to non-magical weapon attacks
Gifts Ungiven appears to have no effect
Exterior can be cooled with ice and water damage
Interior appears to be made out magma or plasma
Tremorsense
Interior does not appear to have any recognizable anatomy
Charm, Fear, and other mind-altering abilities appear to have no effect
INSIDES ARE VERY SPICY
Definitely has no heart
Phase 2 has been activated

Action System is Active

The deadline to get your reply in for this round is September 10th, 11:59 pm ET

As the trio charged past the would-be God, Leandros kept the shield anchored in front of them to cut through the heat wave. He felt the gentle warmth turn to a slight sting as they pushed forward. By the time Astrid returns, the knight is undoing the leather straps and tossing it aside. He flexes his hand and arm, sore from just how long this battle has raged on. Even with his armor and protections, the body still feels it all and weakens slowly, but surely.

Chains tear from the earth to grasp at Vulcadreus' shining form and hold it in place. This really was going to be the best chance Charon had at taking this thing out once and for all....They needed to be sure of these final strikes though, there was no holding back. Leandros looked over the side of the cloud for a moment at the field, many of the inured were starting to get up and move once more thanks to the healing. Perhaps there would be some healing left for him after this if he were lucky.

"You both give me hope for Charon's future. If people like you are around, then there is no evil that can be wrought the good people of this place cannot overcome....We may not have another chance like this......Ulrich can you do what you did before?"

He pauses a moment to look to him and the half-dwarf with an idea.

"This is our chance to prevail. If we are able to use that again like we did to shatter the wing before....in this state we may be able to go clean through the neck....If nothing else we can leave enough of a wound to let Astrid follow in with the finishing blow."

Leandros waits to see if that idea works for both of them before giving them both a nod. Whenever the trio was set, Leandros would ask Ulrich to take them higher. He was going to need plenty of height if this was going to work. He had no mobility in the air like them, he just had to trust that gravity's will and his own would be enough to carry them through to this.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled while they traveled to the apex. "Not too soon to back out Ulrich, I wouldn't blame you, this is about as reckless a thing as we can do."

Admittedly, the knight shouldn't be so surprised the other fighters of this realm would be so brave....or reckless depending on who was asked. When they were set he just gave Ulrich a nod before falling back off the cloud and turning to head towards Vulcadreus. The light from the god bouncing off the armor made the knight look like a star, small in comparison to the massive dragon but fierce and brilliant like the hopes and dreams of everyone below.

As he fell, Leandros couldn't help but think of the people he's met. Ulrich and Astrid, two young and incredibly brilliant people to be around...Del and Cyran, steadfast friends who you can rely, Zarius, the man not afraid to do what needs to be done, Lady Kamille and her boundless talent and knowledge of magic, Javal who also had a fire of positivity burning in his chest....the countless other people he's met with. Then passes the face of his wife...Apogee, the curls of her hair, the way her lips curled when she smiled...the softness of her hands. His face then steeled itself looking down at Vulcadreus.

"Enough of this madness! This cycle of yours is built on a foundation of corpses and tears, it ends now!"

He pulled together his strength and readied himself for what would be his final strike most likely. The Lion fell from the sky like a meteor aiming to cut through the neck and leave as deep a wound as possible if he can't get clean through it.

"FOR CHAAAAAARRRRRRROOOOOONNNNNN"

Muscles strain and burn as he works to push through the pain. He braces himself for the follow through from Ulrich, he remembered the sensation from before and how it shook his hands. When they passed beyond the neck, Leandros would turn and toss the teleporting dart back up to Ulrich before coming with it to land back on the cloud. That was it, he hoped it was enough.

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SUMMARY:
Leandros falls from the sky and attempts to cut off Vulcadreus' head before using the teleporting dart to rejoin Ulrich on the cloud and not fall all the way to his death and go boom.

Actions:

Offensive Action - Titanic Reach

Support Action - Teleporting Dart


Passives:
8/8 Armor Hit Preventions
4/8 Devoted spirits Hit Preventions
Holy Damage on Halberd
Heat and Earth Treated Shield (both used)
Lion's Strength Tattoo and Baloth Muscles

It was too soon to tell if it was a poignant or ham-fisted metaphor that it was Scern’s Godkiller that grounded the dragon. A spell from a man who’d kickstarted all this instability, the pariah who believed he was Charon’s savior. He’d helped them, once upon a time. But it was also because of him, in a roundabout way, that they’d ended up in Ziev’s domain in the first place. One could not deny his power was useful, though the man himself was a danger. And yet, here they were, countless others weaving magic in the air, trappings of water and ice rather than their original fire, all with one unified goal.

To fell a god, once more.

Perhaps it was not a metaphor. Perhaps it was just life.

Cyran was just so tired of thinking himself in circles. Justifying everything, continuing the cycle anew. He’d professed, earlier today, such circular motion was not useless, spinning around and around and around, because it meant that one had still moved. But it had to come to an end at some point… didn’t it?

Eventually, a circle would have to be broken.

This, too, was just life.

But miraculously, the combined efforts from the Godkiller spell had created some sort of opening. Vulcadreus was grounded… sort of, and he was still too hot to the touch, but that didn’t matter. Now was not the time to be careful; the beast was stilled, and they had to strike now. Though Cyran’s wings had long since faded away, Del had fashioned some sort of parachute for the two of them - just enough to keep them from plummeting to the ground. Cyran waited until they were back on terra firma to whirl around and give his fiancé one last adoring look, the love in his eyes betrayed by pinches of worry. How much longer would they have to fight? What if she got hurt? He could not afford to lose her, on top of everything that happened today.

Was this what love was? Was this horrid, twisting feeling that this could go horribly wrong all just the darkened shadow cast over his heart from the light of this great overwhelming affection? Del’s soul, or at least a piece of it, resided in him. And in turn, his with hers. It was a strange connection between two entities, and he had the feeling that if she died - if she were to lose her life, part of him would wither and die, too. Such an all-consuming fear… but so, utterly worth it.

They did not have time but, well, Cyran had always been a bit of a sentimental old fool. In the last moments of death and rebirth, Cyran would carve out the time, stretch this second into eternity just to get one last look at her face and commit it to memory. He squeezed her wrist once, the only touch he could hear to give while his throat still felt thick with the remnants of ash and unshed tears and panic and joy and triumphs and relief. He swallowed, unsure what to say.

“It’s all going to be okay.”

He would do anything to keep that promise. Anything.

He just hoped Del would not be angry with him in the aftermath.

“It’s going to be okay.” He whispered again. Convincing who? It didn’t matter. It was one last shred of sentimentality before he steeled himself with layers of ice and cold, hard determination. Cyran may not have liked it, but he was quite good at what he did. Friend or foe alike would meet the ends of his blades with sure hands and precision. That was what he was good for. He’d fostered a natural talent for killing, even if his heart was not right for it, years of practice until it was made perfect. So many lives he’d taken, in the name of his own survival. Now, was that worth it? Why had he walked down this path? Because it was the easy one? No matter how much he tried to justify it, he’d only become an assassin because he’d known, deep down, there was nothing better for him. That he deserved to be this awful, twisted thing of his own design. Perhaps that would justify all of this horrible unplaced self-pity.

But the truth was this. Cyran did not truly belong in either world, did he? He was not so honest and good that he could call himself an upstanding person; not when he was wholly willing to commit himself to horrible, unspeakable things for the sake of his loved ones. But he was not so heartless that it did not affect him. He existed in this awkward space, the dusk between day and night. A man who ought to have died years ago. Where did it end? How much more would he have to endure before those shadows finally tightened the hangman’s coil around his neck?

“It ends now.” Cyran hummed.

The admission, ironically, was a weight off of his shoulders.

“It’s over. I’m done.”

There was no one close enough to hear the cracked whisper, save perhaps Del, but Cyran knew in his heart that it was the right choice. It ended now. With just one last life left to take.

He pulled Wraithsbane from its sheath on his hip - still, now, entire body coiled and prepared, adrenaline giving away to a single moment of clarity. He knew what he needed to do. He would not miss.

Inhale, exhale.

And Cyran darted for Vulcadreus, putting his hand against the smoldering flesh - it burned, but Cyran grit his teeth and wove his spell, pulling the sickly arcane energy in the air and forcing it to follow his command, until it wrapped around Vulcadreus, and himself. A bond, forged.^[1] The pain from Godkiller immediately flooded him, and Cyran knew he was on his last legs here. He only had a few seconds to act. That was all he needed.

All he needed to take Wraithsbane and plunge it into his chest.^[2]

His hands, as sure as ever. They always were when he ended a life.

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ROUND SUMMARY

Cyran creates a link between himself and Vulcadreus with SOUL SHACKLE before using GERHART’S FINAL STRIKE on his heart, hoping that the link will cause an equivalent wound on a god. HOPEFULLY FALLING UNCONSCIOUS WILL END THE SPELL EARLY LOL.

1. SUPPORT- Casting Soul Shackle link between Cyran and Vulcadreus

SPOILER: Click to show

You bind yourself to another target, causing a thin beam of energy to connect you and that person. This binds your souls together, and shackles the target to you. This bond causes you all to share damage, meaning if you take damage, so will the person on the other end of the shackle. This also works in reverse, meaning you will take any damage the other target takes. This last 2 post.

2. ATTACK- Performing Gerhart’s Final Strike on Cyran’s own heart to render an equivalent wound on Vulcadreus.

SPOILER: Click to show

Skilled fighters know how to use the weight of their weapon to deliver devastating wounds. If a martial weapon (Sword, Axe, Hammer, Staff) would deal damage to its target, the wound will become severe, bleeding out and unable to be healed by Novice or Master level healing effects. This ability can only be used once per topic and must be applied to an attack as it is being used.

Passives

Spirit Shroud

SPOILER: Click to show

When the spirit guardian is summoned it creates a spiritual shroud around it, emanating from its body with the spirit being at its center. The shroud has a ten foot diameter and will move around with the spirit. Any ally inside of the shroud will have their elemental abilities enhanced, increasing the speed and size of an elemental spell that is either ranged or a non controllable summon spell aka a wall. (An elemental spell is a spell that deals Fire/Lightning/Ice/Water/Wind/Earth/Light/Dark, only the caster must be within the shroud itself to benefit from this ability, not the effects of the spell being cast, i.e a wall would be larger if it was outside of the aura as long as the caster of the wall was within the aura.) The spell will move twice as fast as it normally would and be twice as big as any spell cast outside of the shroud. This shroud vanishes when the spirit vanishes.

    The protection wears off, and what remains of her armour begins to melt. By a small grace of her patron, she remained unconscious for what followed. Her body pulsed with crystalline energy, all the heat and pressure from within the God of Rebirths maw concentrated within her. A loud CRACK and a massive ball of ice exploded outwards in all directions. (1) It would be her only reprieve from the heat until the spell sealing the gods jaw released, and by then, it could be too late.



    At this point, her sleeping body is little but an arcane conduit for the Archfey of the Mystwud. Alvina opens an eye and covers the burning tongue on which she rests in a frosty web that would do little but cool things down for her pawn. Invaluable assets require extraordinary management it seems, especially with how foolish this one seems to be. Alvina manipulates the womans arms as though a puppeteer controlling their ward. She reachs around to the buttpouch on her back, and unlatches it clumsily. Nobody ever said remote controlling a paladin would be easy did they… With one solid thrust, they throw the entire pack down the gods throat, and wait.



    Moments after the pack exits the icy domain of Divinities Blessing, the entire thing explodes with a brilliant fervor. Ornaments and pebbles both packed with care now exposed to the inner heat of a god. (2)




Free Action (1): Dual Cast Divinities Blessing Elemental Mastery: Ice Part 2, Explosion.
Offensive Action (2): Throw bag full of 3 Exploding Ornaments and 5 Exploding pebbles down the dragons throat (activated when exposed to fire)

Filter Veil - Airborne poison immunity

Arcane Glasses - Magic detection and Identification
Infinite Soul - Age immunity
Overwhelming Magic - Spell Damage ignore resistance/immunity

Blue Raspberry's Energy Drinker - Lightning for Actions

Grand Censer- double speed/+10 to range (3/3)
Dual cast - (1/2)

HP Remaining: Padding

Gwendolyn's Grand Censer: Speed x2, Range +10

Having spent immense amounts of spiritual energy on back to back high level magic, Taki looked around to assess the situation as the charred man went running off. She smiled softly and let out a heavy sigh. The brilliant radiance of the dragon bathed the area as adventurers seized the given opportunity of massive icy chains binding the plasmatic primordial to the earth below. She rose to her feet, bathing in the radiant heat as she took a swig of her canteen and surveyed the battlefield for ideas on how to help others.

Taking a moment to gather her wits, she grinned deviously and let out a deep hissing sound from within as her head lolled back and her arms spread out to their sides. Her body grew¹ long, thick and heavily serpentine as her head and arms stretched out into thick necks of heavy gleaming scales. Spiked ridges ran down each neck as the snake-like heads formed, completing her transformation into a frigid Hydra of immense size with five heads. Each head spit, hissed and bobbed about with it's own intellect as the shaman within gathered the creature's immense power.

Each of the outer maws opened wide, revealing wickedly curved fangs and powerful jaws as a frosty cold built up in their throats. The pair unleashed a frigid blast² of icy shards that sailed across the battlefield and blasted the hovering dragon god.

Bitter cold scoured the scorching surface of the chained deity as other spells and attacks were landing. The Hydra-shaman reared up again, this time the central three heads unleashing their own icy breath attack³. She dropped heavily onto her limbs after the extensive use of magic, ready to meet any further assault head-on.

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Summary: Taki uses Amplified Shapechange to change into a Hydra w/ 5 heads and Elemental Breath [Ice], unleashing a pair of breath attacks from different heads. Her Spirit Guardians are still beside her on the RIGHT FLANK.

1. Amplified Shapechange: Hydra w/ Elemental Breath [Ice]
2. Elemental Breath [Ice]: Two heads fire, buffed by Spirit Shroud
3. Elemental Breath [Ice]: Three heads fire, buffed by Spirit Shroud.

Passives:
Silent Step
Silent Spell
Geomagnetic Sense
Controlled Immunity

    As the chains wrapped around the plasma being, hope surged in his chest as his heart burned brighter than it ever had. They were really doing it, this god-like being was being brought to it's knees, all they needed was one final push to secure the victory. He's got to do something to help the powerhouses chances of felling this newborn star, he craned his neck to gaze up towards the clouded sky above. A manic grin stretched across his face as an insane idea popped into his head, it wasn't wholly original as he had witnessed multiple people this fight do the exact same thing. He couldn't shoot lightning or summon great walls of ice but he knew for a fact this was something he excelled at, hitting hard and hitting fast. He tapped Kamille's shoulder "Miss Kamille, I got a plan. I need y'all to get me waaaaayyyy up there". He seemed way too excited to do what he was about to do, Leandros and Ulrich made it look exhilarating and he had to know what it felt like, to have the wind rush past your face and move faster than he had ever had in his whole life. Before they could ascended they picked up a familiar purple figure.

    As the black drake ascended he counted the seconds until the peak of their ascent. Once at the highest point he stopped at 9 seconds, which meant he roughly that amount of time to come up with something as he fell. The world seemed to small from up here and he locked eyes on his big glowing target, he had to strike true; if he misses he would plummet to his death without taking anything with him. He took a deep breath as he steeled the torrents of doubts that circled in his head, as he exhaled his mind stilled to one thought: drop. He took a long drag of the cigarette hanging from of his lips, this could be the last time so he savored it. Standing tall on the back of the drake he turned his head to Kamille "Guess this my stop, see you on the other side darlin'" He tip his hat with a wink. He then swapped his gaze to Javal "Well shall we get cookin'" clapping his hand into his into a predator handshake. His heart beat like a thousand drums, he couldn't tell if it was his body fearing what was next or the adrenaline pumping in anticipation.

    He wouldn't have a chance to answer his own question as he jump and began his descent towards the earth with a war cry shouted from his very core. He laughed as he plummeted, it really was as invigorating as the other two made it look. ¹Soon after his descent began he clicked his feet together, lighting them up with a purple radiant fire, he wasn't sure if light damage would even affect this thing but he would at least look cool doing it. For around 9 seconds the cowboy plummeted, enough time to think of the people that might miss him if this goes poorly. Only three people from his past came to mind, his first love Bellamy, his brother Colt, and his rival/best bud Javal Zarrius; though he knew for a damn fact the first two wouldn't care if he was dead or alive. He shook those faces out of his mind as he fell, if he thought someone would miss him, he wouldn't put his all into this attack. Once the 9th second hit he made contact somewhere on the plasma being, he couldn't tell he had closed his eyes moments prior. Yet he knew he had hit his mark when a heat even more intense than the explosion he had tanked earlier scorched his legs. Despite the pain that wracked through his legs he had to follow through, if he half-assed it now it surely would mean nothing. He grit his teeth and shouted "FALL!" as he put his whole body into it, this would surely kill him. What did it matter anyways, he was a nobody wanderer from the desert no one would mourn him.

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Summary: Flint goes really high into the air onto the back of Kalaf, then drops from that height and dos a burning smite empowered drop kick to somewhere on the dragon. COWBOY AIRSTRIKE

Action 1: Support - cast burning smite on legs
Action2: Cowboy Airstrike makes contact with the plasma being

Passive: Bull Strength

Why is it when a God Like threat comes to the world, that he feels he is there for it and can do nothing? The Minotaur looks over the demolished remains of the elementals at his cloven feet and feels the victory as hollow in comparison to the looming threat in the distance. He could see his friends and fellow adventurers fight tooth and nail against the beast but Shaa knew better.

This creature, like him, was no monster. Look at what it was doing. Life was exploding all around them. It was truly like a volcano. Violent and powerful but in the wake of its power, renewal. This wasn’t like some unfeeling space bastard that barely even noticed them. This dragon saw them, wanted to engage. Of course that engagement came in the form of trying to roast them alive but what do you expect from a volcano? No, as someone so connected to the earth he wasn’t afraid of it. He understood it, respected it.  Was this whole thing….inevitable?

What in hell are you doing!?! The voice of his father rang in his ears. Being able reconnect to his dead parents through what he learned in Soul Gaurdianship had been a blessing and a curse. Learning what happened and that his parents loved him was amazing. Having them constantly there and occasionally reminding him that he was a friggen Minotaur and should act like it was more annoying than he had expected but he would take it. You are sitting around pondering the universe and your “friends” are out there getting barbecued. What is wrong with your brain son? Get your horned head in the game! Dad! Do you not see that we are witnessing a massively world altering event right now? Who cares if you are dead my boy! And, take it from someone who is dead, none of that even matters if that thing up there kills you. Mom? What do you think? What do you mean what do I think? You go up there and kick it’s ass right now! Having Minotaurs for parents was tricky business. Fine fine, I’m going. Bout time. Hey why don’t we go pick some pretty flowers on the way? I got it Dad…. We can braid them and decorate your horns like little flower pixies and dance around the firey pit of death. I SAID I GOT IT MOM. MAN! 

Shaa jumps onto his cloud. Look hon! He’s on his cute fluffy cloud like a glittering ray of light and cuteness. Perhaps we should have a tea party with crumpets. I SAID I FRIGGEN GIT IT BYYGFDRGBBH! Bout time… Now Shaa was just mad again. Not Berzerker mad but mad the only way kids get frustrated at their parents mad. He needed to shut this thing down. Come on Skippy, let’s go mess some stuff up. With that, Shaa activates the dragons tooth and Skippy the Lion Dragon emerges. The cloud automatically spreads to accommodate his massive size….and personality.

Woooo hooo I’m back! Skippy roars excitedly. Where are we? On a cloud? That’s cool, that’s cool. Do we get to jump on things? Or flying or…. Skippy, just chill for a second I’ll.. ohhhh! Do you see that big dragon over there? I’m bigger though… wait… never mind, he’s just far away. Skippy swats at the sky a bit to test it. Skippy! Do you wanna go over to the big dragon and beat it up? What! Of course! It’s pretty big so it might take awhile, but I’ll punch him in the nose and grrr grrrr! Shaa shakes his head a bit and heads for the dragon.

It doesn’t take long but he soon finds himself in the midst of several adventurers casting spells and abilities as the dragon who is slowly but surely melting away his chains. Well that’s not good. What do we do? Hit it? HIT IT! FRIGGEN HIT IT ALREADY! FINE GAWWWW. Ohhh he was going to hit…the Shaa way. Crusing over to its eye so he is sure it can see him, he points his hand at him. I’m Shaa Rhunn. You tried to blast me. I’m here to return the favor. Shaa focuses his considerable Soul energy into ione concentrated blast into the dragons eyes. He may be big, but size meant very little when it came to souls. This was the point. This was a battle for the very soul of Charon, and he wasn’t going down without a fight.

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Moved to in front of dragon


Action One: Support: Activates Lion Dragon

Action Two: Attack: Art of the Soul- Turned immediately into a beam which triggers its ability to prevent any spells or abilities for the next post

Art of the Soul
Some monks ignore the elemental energy of the world around them and instead harness their own raw spirit. You enter a unique trance for the next three post, increasing the range of all your martial attacks by ten feet. When you make an attack with a melee attack, such as a punch or sword slice, a wave of spiritual energy will be released from the attack, allowing the attack to become ranged. Once during this duration, you can channel all of the spiritual energy to fire out a 20 foot long beam of raw energy. This will end the Art early but will prevent any one struck by the beam from using spells or class abilities for their next post.


2 hit prevention- Iron Skin
3/4 hit prevention Mom (Soul Guardian)
3/4 hit prevention Dad (Soul Guardian)
1 hit prevention per limb Iron Fist Turn 2 of 3

Passives
Art of the Iron Fist Coating
Berzerker Rage turn 3 of 3
Bulls Strength
Fighters Sense


Pet
Fire Pixy
Lion Dragon

Mount
Fluffy Cloud

The task was successful, as far as Del could see; the God had been grounded and everyone was beginning to swarm, aiming for a collective coup de grace as they take their best shot. As they land, Del turns to Cyran with a smile, one that evaporates as she sees the expression on his face. The sick sense of dread that had been accumulating with each flicker of Cyran's thoughts throughout the battle pools in her stomach. He reached out to squeeze her hand, delicate, tender... reluctant? "Cyran?"

It's going to be okay?

She freezes; whatever was going on was decidedly NOT okay, but she can feel the peace, the certainty, washing over him. It's terrifying.

"Cyran, what are you-- CYRAN!" She shouts after him, watching him sprint. She starts after him, but Cyran is faster, more nimble than she; she couldn't hope to catch him. Through their bond, she knew he was trying something, doing something dangerous that he thought would work, but it's bad, it doesn't sit right with her the way he runs up to Vulcadreus, casts a spell-- and raises his knife.

A terror that seemed to come from the marrow of her seizes her fully, as she suddenly, fully, understands. "CYRAN!!!"

The knife sinks into Cyran's chest and for a moment, Del's vision goes white. It's not the pain of his wound she feels, though that echoes across their bond, the rending of steel through flesh, nerves being sliced as the steel interrupts the beating of his heart; rather, it is an anguish that defies description, surreal. The pain is not hers, but it is hers, because she and Cyran share pieces of their souls in a literal sense. A sundering so profound that Del herself, though some distance away, clutches her chest and sinks to her knees, mouth fixed in a silent scream of horror and agony.

By the time she can breathe again, it is a wracked sob, her vision returning blurred with a veil of tears and panic. Fundamentally, through their connection, she understands her fiance's plan and what he was doing, but gods, that risk, that terrible effort, and now he was at the side of this great, plasmic, burning primordial creature and he was lying on the ground with her engagement knife in his chest..

Conscious thought leaves the equation. Wrapping shadows around her, she twists through the darkness, appearing in Cyran's fallen shadow to reach him, her hands trembling. So much of this didn't make sense. His sudden increase of self-loathing, his callous disregard for his well-being. And there he lay, with blood in the corners of his mouth, struggling to survive around the wound. Her worst nightmare now a startling reality.

It was happening again.

Unconscious, his life's blood sputtering around the blade in his chest, Del feels sick to her stomach. She bends to quickly pick him up, cradling him in one arm gingerly where her arm was looped through the kite they had used to glide to safety, so as not to move the knife where it remained held fast in his sternum, one thought resonating through her mind; "Not without you."

Del turns to the massive Dragon with gold flaring along her limbs and pure hatred in her eyes. Misdirected, perhaps, but if Cyran hadn't thought his was necessary, would he be dying in her arms right now?

Holding part of her constructed kite between Cyran and Vulcadreus, like a shield, Del snarls as light again begins to saturate her limbs. From pale, smoky white, it begins to burn gold, white hot and bright like forge fire as she aims her soul's energy in her open palm at Vulcadreus as she starts to back away. It grows brighter, more vibrant, as Delaela's indominitable soul manifests around her outstretched hand. "You will be NOTHING"

The burgeoning gold light suddenly tenses and focuses, shooting straight out and forward at the side of Vulcadreus, impacting with the sound not unalike the smashing of a hammer on white-hot steel. The recoil of the blast makes Del shoot backwards, allowing her to turn and use the kite made of her own ki to glide her and Cyran further away, smoothly and without jostling him and his injury. The moment the kite can no longer support their weight, she banishes it, using the already forward momentum to run, run as far and as fast as she can, with her dying fiance in her arms, whispering desperate prayers under her ragged breath. "Please, please, stay with me, Cyran. You can't. You can't."

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Summary: With Call Tornado from the last round still active and being used to snuff the flames of Vulcadreus' wings, Del, seeing Cyran Fenastra-Asiliari stab himself as part of a gambit to cause additional damage to the God, uses Shadow Walk to get to him, activates Art of the Soul and blasts Vulcadreus with the full force of the ability, using it to propel her and Cyran back and away from the battle and using the kite from her previous casting of Delaela's Hand of the Crucible to get him to safety. Current position: no longer in close range of Vulcadreus.

The current plan for next turn: she will use the potion at around Cyran's neck to heal him and take Cyran out of the field of battle and to safety.

Wound Count: 0

Action Type

1. Buff Action: Shadow Walk - Shadow Dancer Prestige - Del uses her shadow to be able to get to Cyran for extraction.

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While standing in a shadow, you can instantly teleport to another body of shadows that you have detected in the immediate area. You do not need to see this shadow, but must be aware of its presence and it must be nearby. Your body will sink into the shadow, and rise up in the new shadow, allowing you to move from one location to another. You cannot be injured while moving shadows, but also cannot interact with others either. This can be done as many times as you wish but has a two post cool down in between uses.

2. Offensive Action: Art of the Soul - Monk Prestige Facing Vulcadreus and with a roar of anguish, Del uses this to Blast the the God with pure force/soul energy. The ability is used and now inactive.

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Some monks ignore the elemental energy of the world around them and instead harness their own raw spirit. You enter a unique trance for the next three post, increasing the range of all your martial attacks by ten feet. When you make an attack with a melee attack, such as a punch or sword slice, a wave of spiritual energy will be released from the attack, allowing the attack to become ranged. Once during this duration, you can channel all of the spiritual energy to fire out a 20 foot long beam of raw energy. This will end the Art early but will prevent any one struck by the beam from using spells or class abilities for their next post

Active Items
    - Gauntlets of Ginma - Strength, 1/1 Hit Prevention.

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These gauntlets provide one hit prevention, and allow the wearer to smash through stone as if it were glass, and lift natural boulders more than twice their weight. The abilities of these gauntlets will last as long as they have a hit prevention left.

Active Previous Actions

    - Call Tornado (Storm Chocolate)

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This spell gives the caster the ability to harness the power of the winds, creating a massive vortex that forms in the area. The tornado then begins to rampage through the environment for the next couple of minutes, tearing up vegetation and destroying weak structures. While it is not a full on natural tornado, it has enough power to harm your enemies.
-Deals wind damage-

    - Delaela's Hand of the Crucible 1/2 posts remaining

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Some monks ignore the elemental energy of the world around them and instead harness their own raw spirit. You enter a unique trance for the next three post, increasing the range of all your martial attacks by ten feet. When you make an attack with a melee attack, such as a punch or sword slice, a wave of spiritual energy will be released from the attack, allowing the attack to become ranged. Once during this duration, you can channel all of the spiritual energy to fire out a 20 foot long beam of raw energy. This will end the Art early but will prevent any one struck by the beam from using spells or class abilities for their next post.

Active Passives
    - Bare Hands
        - Enchantment: Deflective Rune

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Can be used to catch ranged or thrown physical attacks, such as arrows or spears. If caught the ranged item can be thrown back and used for its own offense.

        - Enchantment: Magic Blocker

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If this weapon strikes bare flesh (by cutting through fabric or armor) that target can not summon their magical energy for their next post. Active effects will continue to persist, however they can not use new spells.

    - Baloth Muscles x4

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It is now extremely easy for the bearer to use said limb to rip through doors, knock down walls, or break holes in structures such as created walls or blocked door ways. Applied to all four of Del's Limbs

    - Bull's Strength Tattoo

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This tattoo increases your normal strength, making you twice as strong as you normally would. This is a latent tattoo that is always in effect, making you permanently strong. Since Baloth Muscles are a graft, not an item, this stacks with the Baloth Muscles.

    - Heat Gland

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A Warm gland causes you to be be incredibly warm to the touch, giving off a small aura of heat and allowing you to ignore non magical cold.

    - Cat's Grace

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As long as you are moving you can not be knocked over or knocked off of something. If you do fall you will take no damage, landing safely on your feet as long as you have fallen less than two hundred feet.

    - Surface Scaling

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you have gained the unnatural ability to hang onto walls or solid surfaces and climb up vertical surfaces that normal people could not. You have expert knowledge of hand holds and vertical movement, letting you reach higher places than normal.

    - Back Stab

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You are most deadly when unseen, and this skill allows you to strike at the perfect moment. As long as you are striking you enemy in the back or from an unseen position, you deal double damage with your strikes. You enemy must not be able to see you for this ability to work and it must come from behind them. However when these conditions are met, you are able to deal a large amount of damage.

Monk Prestige:
    - Delaela's Hand of the Crucible 1/2 posts remain

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The life-energy within you takes on the ability to create change. Your hands glow with the golden heat and intensity of the Crucible. You can manipulate and mold this energy to take on whatever shape you need it to; for instance, it can be wielded as a weapon, used as a ladder, worn as a shield or armor, or manipulated into the shape of a person. For the next two posts, once per thread, you can use this energy to attack, defend, or use for some utility purpose alongside your normal action. Any object or person that comes into contact with the energy will sustain a moderate amount of fire damage, and can be concentrated to melt or burn through objects.
The user cannot change the shape of the energy once it has been set, and after two posts, it will recede back into the users body.

   - Myriad Barrier (Earth Resistance)

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Tapping into the world around them, monks have learned to balance both the physical and elemental world, adapting their bodies to the energies of the universe. When you use an Art from the listed table, you gain a resistance to the element that correlates to the art used, keeping the resistance until you use a new Art. While resistant you will take half damage from that specific damage type, can not be killed (knocked unconscious) by that elemental type and any effects of that damage type that effect you for more than one post will have the duration of that effect lowered by one.

Shadow Dancer Prestige:
    - One With the Shadows

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You are always aware of any form of shadow or body of darkness in the immediate area, able to passively sense where these shadows are and what is creating the shadow. In addition you can manipulate your own shadow, changing its size, shape and even removing it altogether. While within a shadow you have the effects of the spell Shadow hiding active at all times, but can now move and interact with objects without breaking the effect.

    - Shadow Sight

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While inside of a shadow created by you or another object, you can see perfectly, your vision not hindered by the darkness. You can also see others who would attempt to conceal themselves in the shadows or darkness. You can see the outline of others who are within the shadow or darkness as if you could see them in the daylight however this does not apply to magical means from spells or abilities.

    - Pass Without a Trace

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The shadow dancer has learned to completely conceal themselves while hidden, becoming one with the very shadows. While under the effects of a hiding spell or ability, or while concealed in a shadow, you can no longer be detected by any some of the mortal senses. You can not be smelled or heard, preventing people with increased senses to detect you. For as long as you are concealed they can only find you by physically detecting you or removing you from the shadow. Your tracks also no longer exist, leaving no foot prints or indentations in the ground.

Brawler Prestige:
    - Hands are Weapons

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The skin of your fist have become tougher, ignoring minor damage such as cuts or bruises. You can now use your fist like they were made of metal, able to grab sharp edges without being cut, or blocking a blunt weapon without feeling the impact.

    - Iron Grip

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Their grip is so tight now that they can no longer have things ripped from their grasping, preventing things from knocking or pulling objects out of their hand, regardless of how hard it was hit or how strong the force was. This also makes them excellent grapplers, able to hold onto an enemy without easily being pushed off.

    - Fighters' Sense

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A brawler can feel any enemy or creature within their immediate area, up to 10 feet from their person, gaining a sense of their location. They are able to react to close range melee attacks.

    - Deflecting Palm (Projectile Hit Prevention)

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Not only is the brawler an excellent offensive fighter, but they have also mastered the skill to defend themselves, even at a range. If they are attacked with a ranged physical attack such as an arrow, bolt or spear, they can use their deflecting palm to either knock the projectile out of mid air or even catching it, allowing them to throw it back. If a weapon is caught and thrown back, it can only go half its normal distance and will only deal half its normal damage. This can be used twice per topic.

    - Stunning Blows

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Your strikes have become so quick and so powerful that they no longer just deal damage but also are able to stun an enemy, causing them to feel intense pain for the duration. If your strike hits an enemies body part, such as an arm or a leg, it will stun that body part, causing it to feel numb and be unable to be used. A stunned body part will remain stunned for the next post, preventing the enemy to move that limb or make any offensive actions with it. A stunned leg can not walk and a stunned arm can not swing a sword. If the torso or the head gets stunned, the affected target can not cast spells for its duration.

    - Two-Piece

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Brawlers have learned to combo their attacks, able to deliver quick successful attacks one after another. If a brawler is able to successfully land an attack with just their fist, they can launch another attack with their other fist directly after it as apart of the same attack. This follow up attack follows the outcome of the first, meaning if the first strike lands, the second one will automatically land.

Charging Actions:

n/a

Recharge Tracking

n/a

Minions

    - Thistle (Earth Pixie) (used)

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Once per topic this Pixie can coat its owner in earth magic, which turns all damage the owner would do into earth damage, regardless of the damage type it was before. For the next two post, any source of damage from the owner will be only earth damage, going back to their normal damage types after the duration.

As Blue landed among the others, the big bird coughed up what looked like a wreath of evergreen branches. This... this didn't look helpful at all! When did they even eat this? Maybe it was while they were cleaning up all the Red Rogue decorations around the house. That didn't matter very much though. They just swallowed it again since it wouldn't help with fighting a giant flaming dragon.

"Has anyone seen Gwen? Uh, grey hair with a thing on her face?" Blue asked the nearest person in the crowd, looking around to see if Gwen was among them, but couldn't find her. There wasn't a lot of time for conversation though.

With the dragon bound by chains from multiple spellcasters and everyone at least a little healed who had gotten hurt in the big explosion, it looked like everyone was in agreement. Now was the time to hit the dragon with everything they had. Blue still had no idea where Gwen was, but could feel through the ring that she was still alive.

Parts of the armor plating stuck to them had melted just from getting close to the dragon before. They'd have to apologize to Astrid and have her replace those sections after this, but even so, their strongest attacks were ones they could only make by getting close. They had some ranged attacks, like spitting globs of acidic ooze, but they just couldn't compare to the ooze's shapeshifted claws.

Blue took off, flying through the sky with their lightning-enhanced speed. As they neared the dragon, their form grew larger, the talons growing longer and more deadly-looking. They swooped close to the dragon and raked their acid-laced claws through across the top of its head as deeply as they could as fast as they could in a hit-and-run maneuver.

In the air, Blue made a wide turn to come back around for another attack.

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Action 1
Support Action
Red Rogue's Coat, growing to 12 feet tall.

Action 2
Offensive Action
Claw attack, Eldritch claws adding dark damage
Static Synapses, using 3 charges to paralyze for 3 posts.

Additional Action, Energy Drinker
Offensive / Support Action
Flesh Rend, adding damage and making a weak spot for double damage where they hit.

Active Effects
Armor Hit Preventions+ Stalwart Armor (4/6 remaining)
Energy Drinker (cooldown complete, can gain another action next turn.)
Electrical Surge (0 charges)
Shapeshifter Plate (Mounted Bird)
Bull's Strength

Current Location, Left Flank, in the air.

The Spear soared through the sky as fast as a lightning bolt, it seemed to go into the primordial, but other than that not much seemed to happen... He still felt insignificant, but that wouldn't stop him, he had become accustomed to that feeling over time, and honestly it was to be expected considering what the group of adventurers... what Charon itself was facing off against... the forces of nature, the earth domain itself... None of them would be able to take on this alone, but together, together they stood a chance.

Arashi Looked around and Spotted Javal on top of a drake together with a powerful Witch, He flew towards them "I got an idea, someone summoned a tornado to one of the wings... I can do the same but I am thinking maybe we could do more damage together." He flew next to the drake "If we add water to the tornado we could create a Waterspout that'll hopefully have more effect than just the wind... I'm thinking once the water's in we can add lightning too" Arashi took a piece of candy out of his pocket eating it he became surrounded by wind as he began to channel the energies of the storm, wind swirling Arashi focused on powering it up, and made a tornado that would go towards the other wing of the Dragon He waited for Javal to start his water spell before sending the tornado out, so that it could grab as much water as possible.

The water began to spin around propelled by the wind, the tornado gained a coating of water that should help damage and cool down the fiery wing, sending the tornado out, Arashi Focused again, and as electric sparks formed he guided them towards his hands and shot a lightning bolt at the waterspout Electrifying it too. hopefully it was enough to cause some damage, and he hoped maybe Javal and the Witch both had either ways to add to it or to deal damage on their own...

He did all he could against such a foe. Arashi could only hope it was enough.

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Mentions Javal Zarrias and Lady Kamille Verlithax

Actions:

1) Call tornado (From Storm Chocolate) Aimed at Vulcadreaus' wing that isn't being targeted by a tornado already

2) Lightning bolt at the tornado, which should hopefully be a waterspout electrifying it and hopefully adding further damage

Passives: 

-Flight

Wounds: 0 ( thanks to Holy Revival (Thank you Taki!!))

This new form carried the sweltering heat from before, felt even as far as they were. Cebu hated it, hiding behind Ube to avoid the heat. However, as the dragon roared, the fellblood watched as the summon chains of ice and water brought the god down. Though the heat still swelled, the monster was brought back down to the earth. 

"Ok Cebu, lets go." Chaos bolts could only do so much. They were a hand to hand fighter. If Ube wanted to actually do a dent, hells, anything at all, there was only one option. 

They held onto Cebu with one hand as she pulled the fellblood through the air to the dragon, moving as fast as she was able to. They watched as their fellow adventurers release a slew of different spells, some opting to join in taking the attack straight to the dragon as well. A smile formed. Everyone here refused to let this thing have its way.

As they drew near, Cebu held Ube over the left wing, this time with a much more reasonable drop height. They let go of their manta friend, falling once more. The fellblood kept their arms and legs close, allowing them to fall with as little resistance. The moment they were in arms reach, Ube flicked out their hands as black claws of a chaotic energy grew from their fingertips. ¹They slashed down, hoping the speed of their fall aided in increasing the force of their attack.

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Ube and Cebu moved from LEFT FLANK to DRAGON


Offensive Action
1. Death Swipe while falling at Vulcadreaus' left wing

Everyone was really pulling their all. While Celeste was lost in all the chaos, she somehow felt sure that those she found friends in would not let her down, and she was mesmerized completely by the god in front of them. How else was she supposed to react, after all? It was a creature, seemingly timeless and assuredly more powerful than all of them combined… Mission driven, determined to ‘begin the cycle anew.’ While her last attempt, last attack, seemed almost unfazing to the God, she was more intent on… Learning more. Knowing.



She would probe into its mind, knowing full well her presence in its conscience was well known to the creature itself at this point. She had very specific questions. Who was he? Why did he want to clean the slate? How has he done it before…? She wanted to see, honestly, if the rag-tag group of adventurers, heroes, and legends alike were faring any better. How could they do better? How could they learn from this?



Celeste could not focus on her surroundings, the images and emotions flooding into her and causing her to lose sight of everything around her. The only thing that would, or even could, pull her out of the trance is the large explosion that almost threw Celeste, and also Keyke, almost off balance. Celeste caught herself, and while she was barely holding herself up now, Celeste stayed, taking note of Keyke and Arashi retreating towards Taki.



Celeste’s eyes met Vulcadreaus’s once more. She, once again, pushed into his mind, pushing for more information. Why was he driven to do this? What would happen afterwards?



This was starting to wrap up. Any information she could gather, she would, and whilst she was still in the creature’s consciousness, she would take a few steps back, stepping on the air as she materialized each step behind her. Half-heartedly, and almost with a distinct sadness for the limited information. But the time was ending, and she would not risk her world. Friends, enemies, and acquaintances alike. The world was worth saving, and she would have her part in making sure it was safe.



She pulled her her hand back, aiming it up towards the creature. A beam of pure light shot towards the dragon aiming towards its face. One last thought was aimed towards it,



“Thank you for your service. It is no longer needed.”

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Summary:
Mind Parasite, essentially entranced and trying to gather information about Vulcadreaus, and why he is doing what he's doing.

Step of the wind: Used to keep herself in mid-air

Chromatic Blast (Light)

You draw forth the energies from the world around you, tapping into the other domains outside of your own. You may choose one of the eight magic domain types ( Fire, Earth, Wind, Ice, Water, Lightning, Light or Dark) then create a medium sized orb of raw magic in your hand. You then fire forth a beam of magical energy, its damage type being the one you chose. This will be a medium sized beam that can be fired at medium ranges.

-Deals damage equal to the type chosen-

A sigh of relief, even if short-lived, escaped her lips as she witnessed the once downed hero come back to his senses. She didn’t know this one, but to think they could avoid a casualty eased her mind, if only for that moment.

No doubt death was as much a part of life as anything else. It was natural. It was the one thing all living beings shared in common, from all walks of life, from all backgrounds. And as natural as it was, as inevitable as it was, so was the urge to fight it.

And then she turned her eyes to Vulcadreaus again. The sheer amount of power the creature emanated was overwhelming, impressive. Inevitable.

But still, a group of heroes were able to land so much damage to it that Vulcadreaus himself was rendered paralized. Now it was the time to act!

Flint's plan still made her head turn so abruptly he could almost hear a snap. Kalaf had thrown so many people around that day he'd start to wonder that was no big deal! What were they thinking?!

Still...

"Don’t you dare die here, Flint! You owe me a drink!"

Blood ran hot in her veins, powered by a spark of lightning that still lingered after her first attack. She could use that, she could grow that-

"KALAF!"

The drake seemed to be fighting the urge of clawing at the great entity once again - even right after being toasted. It felt as if he was going for it again, charging at Vulcadreaus at full speed. But in the last moment, Kalaf made a sharp turn and breathed fire on the dragon's head. Taking advantage of their position, the Witch also extended her arms towards the primordial being.

Lightning shot out from her extended hands in a massive ball - and just like before, a spark of it lingered, contained in a heart-racing pressure, begging to be released. Kalaf beat his wings faster, his muzzle pointing upwards as he led them high above.

"Meet me at the Rookery, Flint! If you start a tavern brawl there, I'll be the one paying the drinks!"

Hopeful. Wishful. Eager.

This was not the end.

"Kalaf...!"

Words were not needed as the bond they shared linked their minds. The drake saw the intention in her heart, and jumped at the opportunity without hesitation. The mortals have already showed him their determination could split open seas and move mountains.

Kill gods.

Leathery wings closed around her, and his scaly neck turned downwards, rider and beast plummeting, cutting through the air without hesitation. And as Kalaf took care of the ride, Kamille weaved the spell, gathering all the sparks and threads of power that still lingered, pushing it to her fingertips, charging up a ball of lightning so condensed, the pressure of holding it back felt unbearable.

As Kalaf approached the gigantic primordial, rendered still by the combined action of so many brave adventurers and heroes and people at the right place at the right time, he unfolded his wings to stop the fall. A strong pull downwards, and they leveled with Vulcadreaus' chest

The end.

Black wings leveled down, as to unravel the sight of the Witch with her hands stretched outwards, fingers charged with lightning in its purest form. Power rushed through her veins in a deafening explosion, a jolt that would otherwise unsaddle a less experienced rider. Condensed lightning, pure energy shot out from her hands, directly towards Vulcadreaus chest, enormously enhanced by the prior spells cast.

And upon contact, the thunder.

Sumary:

After taking Arashi and Javal to Taki, Kalaf flies off again with Kamille and Flint, using a breath attack to Vulcadreaus face. Mayhem charges against Vulcadreaus, trying to body slam it. (Action 1) Kamille shots another Massive Fireball turned lightning towards Vulcadreaus back of the head, adding 2 stacks of Electrical Surge, totalizing 4 stacks (the other stacks come from her first lightning ball, right at the start of the battle). (Action 2) With another Massive Fireball turned lightning, Kamille spends all 4 stacks of Electrical surge on this one + Sound of Thunder, aiming at Vulcadreaus chest.

The light, the sound, and the pain coalesce into something indescribable and abstract; it is not that he has gone numb, but that he feels so much; hears so much; and sees so much in the few moments that pass. Caedes wipes the corner of his lips, pale lashes lifting; he offers a fleeting apology to Allan without looking the man in the eye before turning away, the taste of iron lingering on his tongue.

Despite all that he feels, it is such a dreadful, empty, and hopeless feeling that ultimately gnaws at him as he stares into the light of Mount Drakolt. The beast is bound; writhing in a flaming mass against the same chains that Scern himself had used to bind the killer of the pantheons.

It is a strange feeling for the world to move so quickly that it slows altogether; but it does.

Adventurers flock to the spirit of the dragon; to take advantage of that which restrains it to this plane. He is no different, but his physical wounds— still prominent despite attempts to remedy— keep him from making any further risky maneuvers. He wants so desperately to see this creature fall— but at the same time, he wants so desperately to see it all burn.

It’s unsettling; he does not know what is his, and what is hers.

Caedes lift a shadow-stained claw where he stands illuminated in the light of its plasmic form, in order to bind Vulcadreus to yet another wave of fragility as spells, weapons, and bindings are brought down upon it in mass ^{(Desperation 2/2)}. With Askr safe, the aspect withdraws from the young man; departing in a formless shape back to where Caedes stands.

Like a snake, it coils beneath the changeling’s feet, swirling in swaths of web-like shadows; the tendrils of them grasp at his ankles, as if beckoning him down.

CYRAN!!!

Time falls back into place. 

Caedes lowers his pale gaze; and for the briefest of moments, he sees Del’s silhouette cradling him. Something bitter and cold rises in his throat; an ugly, spiteful feeling.

“Ever the martyr.”

The words are drowned by sound.

They’re caught in his throat, barely choked out; their sharp edges softened by grief, hurt, and perhaps regret; in a joyless, smile-less laugh laden with shame. He grits his teeth no sooner has it been said, fighting back the burning sensation behind his eyes.

Now is not the time.

He looks back at Vulcadreus, angling the complicated maelstrom at the origin.

The dark gradient of his hands infects his pale skin past his wrist; the shadows bleed into his forearms, biting into his shoulders as he gathers what energy he can from the surrounding area. It coalesces as an orb in the palm of his hand, raw energy licking out in jagged lightning; but as he pushes it forwards, it pulses into a beam. ^{(Chromatic Blast, Dark)}

The aspect follows it, choking out one last pulse of energy to join it, before it hisses into the light of the dragon god. ^{(Chaos Bolt, 3/3)}

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Post Overview (Caedes):

Location: Right Flank

Wound Count: 1 Major Wound, 1 Minor Wound

One With the Shadows

PASSIVE. You are always aware of any form of shadow or body of darkness in the immediate area, able to passively sense where these shadows are and what is creating the shadow. In addition you can manipulate your own shadow, changing its size, shape and even removing it altogether. While within a shadow you have the effects of the spell Shadow hiding active at all times, but can now move and interact with objects without breaking the effect.

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Desperation (2/2)

ACTION (DEBUFF). (Used to weaken Vulcadreus as much as possible for the attacks coming in.) By pointing at a target, Your target suddenly feels starving, badly dehydrated, mana-deprived and fatigued, as though they are on their last legs. They will struggle with normal everyday functions and will find it incredibly hard to focus, ignoring their ability to cast spells or even make offensive attacks. Lasts for a post, at which point they are returned to the condition they started in before Desperation was cast. Can only be used twice per topic.

Chromatic Blast (DARK)

ACTION (OFFENSIVE). (Used to deal damage to Vulcadreus.) You draw forth the energies from the world around you, tapping into the other domains outside of your own. You may choose one of the eight magic domain types: DARK, then create a medium sized orb of raw magic in your hand. You then fire forth a beam of magical energy, its damage type being the one you chose. This will be a medium sized beam that can be fired at medium ranges. Deals damage equal to the type chosen. Dark exclusive for thematic reasons.

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Post Overview (Aspect of the Shadowweaver, Dark Elemental Summon):

Location: Dragon, Last Post (Disappears)

Wound Count: 1 Major Wounds

Dark Elemental (Summon)

You summon forth a massive creature from the dark domain. This creature will be transparent and its form will be one of smoky darkness. It will appear as a large winged bat, circling around your person and attempting to defend you or attack your enemies. This elemental will remain for three post and can fire the spell chaos bolt from its mouth. Deals dark damage, May only have one at a time, Received from Fiend Class.

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Chaos Bolt

ACTION (Offensive). (Used to deal damage to Vulcadreus; following Chromatic Blast in an attempt to hit it at closer range.) This spell allows you to fire a bright purple bolt of energy from your finger. This bolt will crackle like lightning, twisting and arching through the air. This bolt of energy can be fired up to long distances and deals a moderate amount of damage. Deals dark damage.