Lords of Creation (Story Thread 2)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"What happened?"

It was the only question asked. The Babysitter was to busy staring at her own feet to say anything.

[Mik_Hael]

four: "We don't know."

3: "Dephos found him passed out on the borders of Spectropolis....it's weird, can god's even become unconscious?"

Archiver: "Normally know, they shouldn't...something had to ave dealt him a massive shock for this to have happened...... What happened after we left?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"We don't know. Spectropois was enclosed in Miks Crystal and 4 other Muffins attacked the city. Now, no one was hurt, but you must understand how this lo-"

"Did he have a mirror when you found him?" The Babysitter interrupted. The Reasonable stopped. She pointed at the form in the crystal. "Because me and Grace made a mirror, a big one, not something you would lose easy, and that's the guy who kicked our asses and stole it. So, if he didn't have that mirror, that means he's innocent."

[Mik_Hael]

Archiver: "No, he didn't have one when we..."

Dephos: The god quickly rose, and urned towards them, her usual blank expression was contorted with rage and grief. "דער איינער וואס דיפיטאַד איר ... וואס האט ער קוקן ווי!?"

Grace: "...he looked like Mik Hael...but different."

[Philote]

Motes Left: 28

The guards around the cave react as Sonia reveals herself and approaches the cave.

Two ghostly figures appear around her, their glowing green eyes starring closely at her. Though Sonia can not see it, she feels a knife close to her neck and a second next to her side. The knives tap her, signalling for her to walk inside.

[Zaleramancer]

"You realize, of course, that this means war?"

Sonia allowed them to lead her into the cave.

[Philote]

The Dragonborn lead her inside without answering, they had orders to follow. Pairs of green eyes followed their movements from the shadows.

[Zaleramancer]

The woman decided to merely wait until the reached wherever they were going.

Darkness would only insure that her sight would not distract her other senses in tracking the movement of these bandits.

[Philote]

The Dragonborn lead her deep within the cave, passing by multiple chambers. Several sets of the glowing eyes followed behind them. Eventually they reached an open chamber that had loot stored around the edges. The guards around her pressed their daggers, signalling for her to kneel as a large pair of green eyes stared at her.

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(1 mote previously +3 motes, Total: 4 motes)

Kagehana: "You're the Goddess of Architecture, eh? What's your name? I'm Kagehana, a hero participating in this tournament, by the way."

[Zaleramancer]

It was time.

Sonia moved.

In one fluid motion she ducked downwards, knives barely slicing her skin. Her leg struck out to trip the dragonborn on her right as she snatched his knife, using it to stab at the exposed torso of the dragonborn on her left.

[Philote]

Balasar opened his mouth as Sonia made her move, and the three Dragonborn at the exit mirrored his actions. This action was only visible to Sonia though due to the green light shining out of their throat.

One bonus of the band all being Poison Breath Dragonborn was that they had a natural resistance to their own poison, and thus had no fear of firing at Sonia and the two guards standing next to her.

[Zaleramancer]

A new noise filtered through over the sounds of the crowd. It was flapping wings. Another flying person descended from the sky to sit next to Mela.

"Howzit going?" Asked Hazet Jr as he stretched languorously across the two chairs next to Mela.

Mela nearly took flight herself.

"I-i was not expecting you, young lord."

"Really Mela, You don't have to be so formal all the time. Loosen up a little." He replied with an eye-roll. "The Boss is wondering how the fights are going."

The secretary goddess shuffled her notes before composing an answer.

"Well.. Thram lost horribly, Pike appears to have won by default, and neither Drav nor Amalia have fought yet."

Hazet Jr nodded and then turned to watch the fight with detached interest.

"Who's up now?"

"Erm.." Mela picked through her notes, "Atlas, an Endreakian, and Mina, a Boquabian. Atlas appears to hold the advantage."

[Zaleramancer]

A strange and slightly tart odor was the first sign of the toxic attack, followed by the slight burning sensation on Sonia's skin.

The woman just held her breath as she drew her swords. A longer one handed broadsword and a smaller parrying sword, barely bigger than a dagger.

She snapped the two together and moved with the air of a professional who enjoys their work. The two Dragonborn nearest to her were the first to taste her blades as she sliced towards the large eyes before her.

[Philote]

The guard Sonia had stabbed earlier was struck by the blade, but the other dodged away before the second attack.

Balasar drew two large daggers of his own, but Sonia would have no way of seeing this. He moved forward to pin the woman down. A few slices to the knees would make her less trouble. The guards at the exit would take turns replenishing the poisonous attack while their leader moved in to fight.

[Zaleramancer]

This was not a good situation.

Well, you know what they say. When the going gets tough, the tough start cheating.

Sonia closed her eyes as both her swords flashed with light of vision stealing intensity. The woman continued her advance blindly, swords moving with practiced precision towards where she had last seen the eyes.

[Philote]

The Dragonborn shielded their eyes, they would both be fighting blind now. This would not leave the Drabonborn defenseless though, they did some of their best work in the dark.

The guards at the door fired blindly while Balasar tried to land a blow against Sonia. The other guard in the room that Sonia had tried to slice earlier attempted to block her range of movement, while the guard that had been cut tried to crawl away, bleeding heavily.

More guards had already been alerted and were on their way. One way or the other, they would overwhelm this intruder.

[Zaleramancer]

Movement to the right!

Sonia's blades moved automatically, in a trained reflex. Her parrying blade glanced to deflect the blows of the dragon born, while the larger thrust forward.

[Philote]

The blade sliced across Balasar's arm. Whoever this person was, she was no ordinary mortal. Three more Dragonborn slipped in past the guards, with more coming behind them.

By now, the group was fighting in a heavy smoke from the breadth attacks.

[Zaleramancer]

Trying to ignore the distant call of her body for air, Sonia let her parrying sword dim slightly.

It began to change color, turning a pale green as the toxic fog in the room faded slightly.

Sonia smiled and lunged again towards the nearest enemy.