Lords of Creation (Story Thread 3)

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"Everything is funny. It ate me. It ate me." he says, shallowly, voices all starting and stopping at different point. "Oh, I think I'm so clever. This is what I get, oh yes. Clever clever meddlesome..." he trails off into incorruptible murmurs, like a ballroom lounge filled with patrons.
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Pantheo swung his second blade, letting his overflowing power seep into it, bleed into it. The sword became more than pure energy, it became pure Domain of Power. The attack swung up through the ocean, cutting away at the very bonds that held the matter together between him and the beast. The entirety of the attack sank into the Dragon's flesh.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?

1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
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The previous roars had shook the earth.

This one shook the heavens. Stars came shrieking from the sky, small and firey darts nailing into the earth.

Desperately, the dragon raked it's claws against the vast God.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather
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 It ate most of him. I'm trying to fill the void before he collapses inward.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather
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Uburra-Namall recoiled, put a hand to her mouth in horror. She was ashamed of herself, that she hadn't caught onto her friend's condition sooner.

"I...you..." The goddess' voice wavered, as the Watchman's voices faded and obscured, "Oh, no!"

Her eyes burned now, and welled up with tears. Her wrath was shaken, and nearly disappeared just as quick as it had come. She rushed up to the Watchman, and grabbed him up in her warm embrace, as though she hoped her love alone would hold him together.

"This thing!" she choked back tears, "This vile monster! It cannot be allowed to live! It shall not be allowed to live! Zaya!" she turned now to her, eyes desperate with anger, but not letting go of her dear friend, "It must die. Now!"
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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 I don't think that will be an issue.  Zaya said as she nudged her horse to side step a falling star.

Carefully, she snatched it as it rocketed past.  It burned cold, a living fire in her hand.

 Here you go, Watchie. Eat up.  She proffered the stellar remnant to him
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather
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Pantheo's armor was perfect. Its base was the Golden Dragonscale Armor which was brought to the fullest of its potential with the infusion of the pure energy of Pantheo's domains. On top of this, the Sentinels of Void had weaved their very essence into its scales to drain away any energy that dared attack Pantheo before it had the chance to even test its might against his armor.

Even against this perfect, the Dragon's claws sliced through, dismembering the Divine energy. Pantheo's blood was thrown into the sea and splattered against the walls of his kingdom. The base materials of the armor rushed back to fill the hole and Pantheo's over pouring energy stitched together his wound. Pantheo would not be halted though, as even his blood, filled with Divine energy, rises up to fight his foes. (Create Mythical Being, Philosopher’s Stone Slime (Pantheo’s blood))

The armor of Pantheo's helmet opens, revealing a metal grate to allow flames to exit Pantheo's breath. Flames do not pour out of Pantheo though, an invisible energy escapes his core as he warps the very space the Dragon hangs in to flame.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?

1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
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Divine fire fills him, the power of creation, pure divine life. Pure power, all the power, he could do ANYTHING!

He almost snaps back to life, like a puppet carefully re-stringed and manipulated again. He head flies around wildly. "Where am I? What happened? Where's the dragons?"

"Oh hello Uburra-Namall, I didn't see you there."

How one doesn't notice being embraced by the worlds most beautiful woman is a mystery, whose answer is known only by sever workaholics.

He looks over at the red clad knight for a moment. "And Zaya, I see you're all dressed up for the occasion."
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 Oooooo. Quite pretty.

Slime boiled as it touched the monster, but stood resolute. It would endure. As coils of vast heat baked the Dragon, is shrieked and bellowed, clawing and biting wildly around it.

 I don't think there's anything we can do that Gil hasn't already got covered. However, there are some.. other things. I assume your Centaurs are good with medicine? 
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather
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 All gussied up. The armor is the most potent I have. However, it does exert something of an.. effect on me. It carries a portion of War within in.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather
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"Oh, indeed! Most indubitably!" Uburra-Namall exclaimed, and grabbed the Watchman into another tight bear hug with a deep, hearty laugh; her tears were now tears of joy, "And you'd better believe it! Zaya isn't the only one all dressed up with no place to go!"

She stepped back a bit, and her armor glowed once again with a fiery fierceness, to reflect the furnace raging in her heart. She gripped Heartbreaker tight, and the pulsating glow of its deep red heartbeat became more audible.

She hoped it would fill all her comrades with the same joy that she felt in that instant. She hope it would fill them with her same passion, or more, if that were even possible. Now, more even than before, she was fired up and ready to go.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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It didn't float. It lay draped across the ground, long tatters torn in it's form, mask propped up against a corner and scared out of it's mind.

The Dog was much the same, sleek, sinewy form leaking off-blue ichor from a dozen wounds. The low reverberations that made up it's speech weaker, almost whimpering.

The Dwarf woman, lay between them, clothing torn and bleeding from less wounds than the dog, though not many.

The three stared up at her from the floor, the one who had destroyed their attackers effortlessly. The Girl, Wave, who they had cared for for months. None of them said a word, either to weak or struck dumb by the sudden turn of events.
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Uburra-Namall blinked; again, she was embarrassed to have forgotten her priorities, "My Centaurs...Oh, most certainly, Zaya, they far excel in it. We should get to them, and the skilled of my Elves and Boquabians."
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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"You're both so fancy, I feel under-dressed." He started laughing, the kind of relived laughter that could only come from those who had tried something suicidal and succeeded. He still didn't understand exactly what had happened, but he'd lived through it.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Not the time, so much to-"

It was at that moment he saw what can only be described as a holy combined god savior abomination lay into the remaining dragon. The laughter started again. This was to rich. This was amazing. Miraculous!
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 They shall harm you no more!

The huge shark-man, Pike, bowed before her.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather
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"Well," The Watcher thought, at a loss for words. "Thank you. Thank you so much. We need to-" he started, tearing himself out of the corner before collapsing into the dirt.
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Pantheo matched claw with sword. Slashing away relentlessly. The swords sank as pure power into the dragon and Pantheo reforms them to attack again. Scales and flesh rip away as the Dragon's attacks push past any defense Pantheo can put up, only to filled back in to Pantheo's form as he power flows out. All the while, Pantheo roars out, sending the formless flames as he strikes faster and wilder, focusing only on his assault.
Romans 8:31 What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?

1 Corinthians 13:1-3 If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
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 Good. Because as lovely as the current debacle is, there is still the matter of the undead hordes. I assume that between myself and your centaurs, a cure can be found. With heavy divine tampering, of course.

“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather
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"Right.", the love goddess looked to Zaya, "So, let's be off, then. If we're not needed here any longer, I feel foolish--even negligent--simply idling here."
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Waverider walked, unsteadily towards them. A spark of the divine surged through the air and the healing poweress of water was invoked.

The time as a mortal had not dimmed her emotions.. but they had matured them. Compassion was a new potent force in her soul.

"The water. I must aid my children." She said, the moment of sensitivity swiftly hidden, "Do you want to come? I-I don't think staying is a good idea."
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather
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