Lords of Creation (New Story Thread)

[Mik_Hael]

Juggler: Well that was over pretty quickly. A bit boring if you ask me.

Acrobat: Hey, he tried right? I thought he did pretty well.

Archiver: He didn't. He had a prime opportunity to win, but he didn't take the chance.

Juggler: What are you talking about?

Archiver: He was able to change the arena into a liquidic state, he could have used that to his advantage. If he had first blinded his foe with the light magic, and then disrupted his movements by turning the surrounding area into mud, he could have easily finished him of by pinpointing his location with the heat magic and trapping him inside of the ground once the mud dried back into a solid state. His super speed wouldn't have helped if he was unable to find sure footing.

Acrobat: I guess but isn't that not fighting fair?

Archiver: No, you must exploit your enemies weakness before they have a chance to find yours.

4: She's right you know, 2, Archiver, we need to come up with battle strategies for everyone if one of us is going to win this, even if we have to fight against each other later on.

Juggler: Are you saying that I can't come up with an idea on my own?

4: Of course not, Juggler, but we must still be careful, you are a great fighter, but you tend to be rash when it comes to the battlefield, you might miss something and make a mistake in your haste.

2. He's right, we need to work together in order to give our numbers the greatest advantage.

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"Ah, look at them go, makes you proud doesn't it." I say looking towards Grace and Dephos.

"I honestly don't know what your talking about." Grace said absorbing some of the ambient energy of the arena as a snack, "I'm just glad that I don't have to take care of the little monsters anymore."

"Whatever, What do you think Dephos."

" هم في الواقع مقاتلون كبير، وقد تم تدريبهم بشكل جيد ... بالمناسبة، ما هو هذا الاستهلاك؟" She murdered as she held a small container of large kernels.

"It's called popped corn, It's made from baking dried grain kernels of over an open flame. Other worlds use it as a snack to eat while observing events."

"  أوه، انه لامر جيد جدا  "

"...but you haven't eaten any of it...never mind. Let's just enjoy the show for now."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Aox was getting nervous. The first fight had left him with an impression of the power he was up against. How could he compete with such ferocious competitors?

[Philote]

I call out over the arena "The first match goes to Bo the Quick." Spirits of Healing enter the arena to take the two heroes off for treatment.

The fighting had put me into a good mood. All four of my domains were at their peak potential due to the tournament.

"The next match will be in ten minutes. The hero Revei the Brave against a non-hero competitor."

During the intermission I would name my heroes as my avatars. The ability to see through their eyes would make their matches even more enjoyable for me.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Uburra-Namall clasped her hands together, as a proud mother. She was pleased to see that her warriors were off to a good start. Not only had Bo been quick, he had been quick-witted, and it served him well.

She, Jassi, Jissei and the other heroes couldn't wait to see how the rest of the fights would go. And as the battle announcements finished, Revei stood.

"Welp", he straightened his shirt and picked up the sack that held his armor, "Guess it's my turn next. Wish me good fortune."

"Do well!" Mina waved as he left.

"Be your best." Zai mused.

"Kick his behind, show no mercy." Tyran punched his fist into the open palm of his other hand, ready to see more violence.

Their deities voiced similar sentiments, and Revei the Brave was off.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(4 motes previously +6 motes (2 days), Total: 10 motes)

Mikoto watches as the two new combatants walk out into the arena and hopes that they don't hurt each other to badly. At the same time, she wonders when Lady Mina will arrive.

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Mina continues flying with Gravas, Magnas, and Kyuuketsu by her side. She takes out the Heart of Gravity and turns it into a bracelet that turns into a broadsword (0 motes, Inherent Miracle). She slips the bracelet onto her wrist, then does the same with the Heart of Magnetism, and continues on to the tournament (0 motes, Inherent Miracle).

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Back at home, Lily and Kyouko have the Succubi, Incubi, Yukionna, Yukiotoko, Vampires, Lycanthropes, Shadow-Scarred, and Imps build a giant temple to Mina on top of the entrance to the Illusory Labyrinth in order to hide it.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Shay....'ow long d'you suppose thad non-hero's gonna lasht in the battle?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Oh, I wouldn't count him out so soon." Said the Watchman. It was wishful thinking, of course. No normal person could beat a divine hero, but he had always loved the idea.

A Godly being be taken down by a base mortal? That would be a welcome sight...

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"All of them?" The witness asked, slightly perturbed by the request.

"Yeah, all the kids here! Where are they all staying?" Replied the Babysitter. She guessed that she should be at the tournament, that the Watchman expected her to be there. Well, she was still sort of ticked about the name, so he could stuff it. "You must know, right? Knowing things is your whole job."

"I do not believe that I have a list on hand. We could confer and create one, if it would please you."

"Great! Please gather a list of all the children, and where they are staying in Spectropolis."

The Witness bowed, and moved away. With all the people watching the tournament, they had nothing to do. They could abide a simple request like this.

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"So, we're just supposed to wait and see if it does anything troublesome, are we?" Asked one of the watchers to the others.

"That is correct." Replied a witness.

The watcher nodded it's head, then asked another question.

"So, what is it that we're actually supposed to DO if it starts throwing things around?"

The six of them stood, sat, and flouted slightly above the wall, looking at the rock monster Muffin.

"I suppose we go get everyone." Said a different watcher. as opposed to the other one, which sounded like a frightened teenager, this one was the voice of a man who had lived through hundreds of battles and, as such, was quite sure it was unkillable. "Though that really only takes one of us. The rest could fight back."

"Yeah, no thanks," said the teenager, "I've already been in the grip of something half that big. The only reason I still exist is because the Watchman showed up right then. Besides, what could we actually do?" He still shuttered when he remembered that night in Hazet's kingdom. His life had flashed before his eyes. It had been boring, and short.

"Throw the rocks back!" Said  the Veteran in a way that suggested that this was his answer to everything.

"PING?" said the watchdog.

The half a dozen other assorted servitors considered this, then all nodded sagely.

"Well,'' said a witness, "I suppose you would know."

"I suppose he does look sort of friendly." said another.

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"Did you that that last kick?"

"Got it Pessimal, right as it connected to! That's going to come out great!"

Pessimal was glad to hear that. Torbin had been quite a find. The Dwarf was an ace with an Iconograph. He could probably capture the final blows of every single fight. Now though, it was time to do his job.

"Excuse me, excuse me," he called, running up to where the man Bo was being healed up.

"Hello there, Pessimal Tomes, Cravian Daily, I was wondering if I could get a post match interview?"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Revei entered the battle arena, just as Bo was returning to the stands to watch with his comrades and their superiors. Watching his friend was going to be fun. Very little frightened him, and he would give it his all against whatever big baddie had the nerve, the gall and the audacity to cross him. And even if he was scared, he sure wouldn't show it; that was simply his nature. He wasn't called Revei the Brave for nothing.

Mina leaned in, "I can't wait until it's my turn."

"Neither can I." Tyran chuckled, "The wait is killing me."

"So long as your competitor doesn't kill you." Jissei remarked. The others chuckled, then turned to face him and realized his face had not brightened. He was dead serious. Their chuckles left them, and they turned their attentions back down to where the battle would take place.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(10 motes previously +3 motes, Total: 13 motes)


Lily and Kyouko continue to help with and observe the construction of the temple to Lady Mina. When it is complete, they will bless it and make it very difficult to destroy by mortal hands.

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Mina and her entourage continue flying to Spectropolis. As they do so Mina thinks of yet another race to create. This new one would be loyal to those who give them needed aid and will be powerful warriors capable of taking down an enemy quickly. However, as she was currently in the air and flying, she couldn't very well create a race only to let it drop to its doom. So, instead she created yet another mythos as an honor guard (-0 motes, Inherent Action, Create Mythos). Out of the air around her appeared Gargoyles. Creatures of rock and flight. They would guard that which they were ordered to even if they had to stay there for years. Mina's entourage continued on only now with an honor guard of gargoyles.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Crav was finally recovering from his alcoholic binge.  His head reeled as he lay sprawled across his seat.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Er...inner view?" Bo scratched his head, "I guess. Which view of me do you like best?" He began turning to all sides, wondering what about his appearance made the reporter want an inner view.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(It's been a couple days; I believe my points are at 21, due to the three points a day; no points will be used here, this is just for reference)

Uburra-Namall turned as Crav sprawled back. He didn't look well.

"Jassi? Would you do Crav a kindness, and purge that stuff from him? The Crafter looks ill."

Jassi looked him over, and was happy to oblige. With just a touch, he became better and stronger. As quickly as it had started to bother him, it had left him.

Crav thanked the two of them kindly, and thought to say something to Jissei about his sister's impressive gift, but, upon catching Jissei's grim demeanor, thought it wise to remain silent. They returned their attention to the battle at hand.

Revei had come up against one of Gilgamesh's race, a tall, broad-shouldered human named Jessex. His hair was black, his chest was wide, and he was powerful, like perhaps he deserved a place among the immortals. But Revei would not be afraid of such a character, despite his height and weight advantage over him. He rather liked his stocky build.

"Hey, Chubby!" The brute yelled across the arena, "You might enjoy your extra helpings of meat, but you'll have to be in tip-top shape to take me down!"

"Shut it, you plain-colored freak!" Revei retorted, "Let's see how much you can run your mouth with a fist in it!" he pulled out the mace, Tereiein, and let the business end hit the ground with an earthy thud.

He couldn't wait until the announcer called for the match to start, so he could add a couple colors to the human's dermal repertoire...particularly black and blue. Even a little red.

[Philote]

Motes Left: 16

"Let the match between Revei the Brave vs. Jessex commence!"

Horns are blown signalling the start.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Hold that pose, would you? No, no, go back to the other one. That one! Torbin!"

The Dwarf flashed a picture of him.

"Now, for the interview, let's start with your name, age, and race. Then, could you tell us about the land you come from? That's very important, It's a complete mystery to most of our readership. Finally, thoughts on your match, your opponent, and your chances, If you wouldn't mind." Pessimal has his notepad in his had, ready to take down all Bo says.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Pessimals pen moved  unconsciously.

Plain colored freak.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Bo looked a bit surprised at first. Then flattered. Then proud.

"Well..." He began matter-of-factly, "My name is Bo. Bo the Quick. I come from the land of the Boquabians-- I guess you could call it Boquabia-- and Uburra-Namall says I am touched by fifteen years."

The interviewer was too busy scribbling notes furiously to even look up. He wanted to catch every word. Bo continued, "If you ask me, the battle was never real a competition. It was quite obvious I was gonna win, what with that glowy, sparky guy using up so much of his energy. Combine that with my speed, I could tell from the start that he was coming in with a disadvantage."

[Mik_Hael]

(Total 18)

"....well Im bored. Grace, Dephos, tell me what events I happen to miss, I'm going to check on the destroyer of civilization."

Grace: "You mean muffin...?"

"Of course." Before she makes a snide remark on the name i leap out of the seat bound off the edge of the higher arrena and continue upward until I"m out of the city's power, and fall, ripping open a hole in time space and falling through as I accellerate. I land on the top of Muffin's head,the creature is still on the outskirts of the city staring towards it...slightly drooling.

"Yo, muffin, has anything interesting occurred?"

Muffin: "Broooaroooooroaaaaaawwrreeeeooooaaarrrreeeooookkcrrraaaarrreeeaaabreeeeasd."

"A group of odd bodiless clothes have been watching you from inside the city and have contemplated playing a game of catch with you?....Fair enough. I think I'm going to stay out here fr a while...but first I've got to find something to do..."I rip open a hole space and poke my hand through to the interior of my continent, under the tree of the Endreakians I hold my palm out, and a small segment of wood breaks off of the great tree, before quickly regrowing. The shard of the tree falls towards my hand and I catch it easily, pulling it thorough back to my location. "This'll be good enough, I've needed a walking staff I suppose, Either way it'll burn time to infuse it with power at least..."

Muffin: "Broooarraooora."

"right, okay then, how about this," I snap my fingers and a localized rainstorm appears in the area. "Play with the sand, when it's wet like this it  can be used to make constructs."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Jessex, despite his lack of some external superhuman power, would not be easy to defeat. He was strong and fast, and well armored. His strikes were unrelenting, his reflexes frightening and Revei could barely stave him off at the start. His first attempts, naturally, relied on him using his flight as leverage to rush the big brute, but it simply wouldn't be so. He had trained for weeks, and lived even longer the kind of life required to get that kind of physique in the first place.

"WHY...WON'T...YOU...DIE?!?!?!" Revei pounded away with his mallet, at the large man who found Revei's smaller frame quite easy--and fun-- to catch mid-flight, and toss about as he pleased.

Jessex cared not even to respond. He was having far too much time kicking the tar out of the boy. He had waited to long, trained too hard to let petty conversation be his undoing.

And Revei soon realized that. It took a few fists to the head, and a near kick to the groin by Jessex's armor-clad boot, but he realized it. This "hue-man", despite having no true "hue", seemed to have all the color of a hero. it would take for Revei to get serious, and show HIS true colors, to reach victory.

The human's shield clashed to the ground, nearly missing Revei's head.

"WHOA!" He stumbled back, falling on his behind. He scrambled backward, and tried to get his footing before the brute could strike again.

And Jessex wouldn't give him long. Strike after strike, he wanted to hard for the colored twerp in front of him to stumble only a second, only falter an instant, and victory would be his. As Revei charged, he only met with the man's knee, barely tall enough to reach much higher. And flying was barely an option anymore, what with being left no room to stretch out in flight formation.

So he did all there was left to do.

He knelt, crouching down. Jessex stopped, and the crowd loomed in, almost struck breathless. Including Uburra-Namall and his comrades. What in all the infernal depths of perdition was he doing?

Only Jassi and Jissei remained confident. They remembered seeing exactly this before.

They watched as he remained still. Remained silent, except for what could be heard by the closest-sitting spectators as the clatter of armor, brought about by fearful shivering. Jessex rose his sword, and spoke at last.

"I hope you're just the first of that tacky-colored race to go. Goodbye to rainbow-colored rubbish."

And, indeed, as he'd feared, when he spoke at last, it would come to his detriment. When the sword came down, it hit nothing but earth, kicking up a puff of dust. Jessex bent down, looking between his legs, only to see that Revei, as planned, had kicked himself through, full-power, past the big brute, and was about to take flight.

With a great burst of aerodynamic power, he took off into the air, and decided that Jessex, no matter how hard to beat, was certainly worth beating. Higher and higher into the air he climbed, until...

The other young heroes rushed to the banisters to get as close as they could. He was going to do. He was really going to do it!

He closed his eyes and, reaching about twenty feet above the arena's highest point...dropped.

Dropped like some fallen angel descended from the height. Dropped with all of his might. Dropped with knowledge that he would have no more fight left in him after this, and so he had better make it good.

Jessex could do no more than sit back and watch in horror as Revei the Brave drew nearer and nearer...his doom...his demise...his angel of death. Fifty feet short of the ground, Revei cocked back his trusty weapon, the mallet Geranfeit'r, and slung it downward with all the power left in him.

And when the deed was done, the two fell simultaneously. But it was more than clear who had won.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Ugh, remind me to remove the wine from my personal quarters. I have no need for it anymore."

[Philote]

"The second match goes to Revei the Brave. The next match will be the first of my heroes, Emere, versus Zai the Thinker. It will begin once the current combatants are treated and the heroes arrive."