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Tenith'oru vs Agith'tai

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  1. [ Aan'lier comes to make an attempt to take Blu, the Cyrenian Guadian]
  2.  
  3. Aan'lier's head has been chomped off by Patroklos's jack-in-the-box.
  4.  
  5. A shriek of childish panic echoes over Cyrene, the terrified tones resounding of
  6. the looming mountains to create a cacophony of frenzied echoes.
  7.  
  8. [Agith'tai then makes an attempt]
  9.  
  10. A satisfied lullabye lilts over the world.
  11.  
  12. Relief fills you as the somnolent tones of the Litany directed have no effect
  13. upon yourself. In spite of her thrall state, a child's whimper, an extraordinary
  14. act of defiance, can be heard.
  15.  
  16. [ Roughly a hundred people die to Litany]
  17.  
  18. With Agith'tai's repellent act accomplished, the strange song ceases.
  19.  
  20. [Tenith'oru paces within the lab of Cyrene]
  21.  
  22. Tenith'oru paces impatiently back and forth.
  23.  
  24. Tenith'oru says, ".... offering protection."
  25.  
  26. Tenith'oru spits on the ground in disgust.
  27.  
  28. Tenith'oru creases his brow in a frown.
  29.  
  30. Kosuira's scream resounds again, this time as much psychic as sound as the
  31. girl's helpless form is forced beyond a ruby barrier.
  32.  
  33. [ It's discovered that Kosuira has been taken away by Agith'tai, to a place beyond an impenetrable barrier.]
  34.  
  35. The violence of the mental strain shatters the child sorceress' psyche, the
  36. power unleashed submitting all to partake in her torture, ensuring all bear
  37. witness through her tortured eyes.
  38.  
  39. Tenith'oru barely chokes back a gasp, attempting to conceal any emotion.
  40.  
  41. Tenith'oru gives a pained sigh.
  42.  
  43. [Tenith'oru leaves Cyrene, making his way to the lower levels of Azdun]
  44.  
  45. A carnivorous lycopod has plunged the finely shredded remains of Felicia into
  46. its acidic secretions. [Bye Felicia]
  47.  
  48. A scream of anguish reverberates up through the earth from the lower levels of
  49. Azdun dungeon.
  50.  
  51. [Great skittering noise of spiders is heard in the lower Azdun levels as the fog is pushed back]
  52.  
  53. A scream of anguish reverberates up through the earth from the lower levels of
  54. Azdun dungeon. [Second one]
  55.  
  56. Unphased by the ruddy barrier, Tenith'oru steps into the chamber, a scythe of
  57. darkness manifesting in his hand between one step and the next.
  58.  
  59. The Blue Fang seems entirely unconcerned, studying the broken form of Kosuira,
  60. not sparing his elder even the briefest glance.
  61.  
  62. Letting loose a snarl, Tenith'oru closes with Agith'tai, swinging his scythe two-
  63. handed at the Tsol'teth's unguarded head.
  64.  
  65. Agith'tai casually steps aside into a shadow, rematerialising behind Tenith'oru
  66. and sending him sprawling with a savage blow from the haft of his weapon.
  67.  
  68. Grey light flares around Tenith'oru, and he is suddenly on his feet again, blade
  69. coming down in a devastating overhand blow from Agith'tai's blindspot.
  70.  
  71. Contorting his body in an unnatural display of flexibility, Agith'tai allows the
  72. strike to pass scant inches in front of him, the power-wrought blade striking a
  73. shower of sparks from the stone floor of the chamber.
  74.  
  75. The two exchange a flurry of strikes, but Agith'tai is clearly the superior
  76. warrior; his form flawless while Tenith'oru slows moment by moment.
  77.  
  78. Agith'tai is a blur of motion, scythe striking beyond the ability of any mortal
  79. fighter to perceive. There seems almost to be multiple versions of him as he
  80. attacks his adversary from every angle.
  81.  
  82. As Tenith'oru stumbles back under the relentless assault, Agith'tai lashes out
  83. with his free hand, ebon claws of shadow raking twin furrows down the face of
  84. the elderly Tsol'teth. The wounds steam, black smoke rising from the incisions.
  85.  
  86. The harsh whisper of Agith'tai provokes instinctive terror as it glides across
  87. the realm, "Divine Death did die by my design. You, a nameless castoff, thought
  88. yourself my better? You thought to come here and pit yourself against a true
  89. scion of Agith'maal?"
  90.  
  91. Slowly, almost wonderingly, Tenith'oru lifts a pale fingered hand to touch the
  92. blood streaming down his face. A manic gleam enters his eyes, and he steps clear
  93. of his would-be executioner.
  94.  
  95. In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "Your
  96. better?"
  97.  
  98. Tenith'oru contemptuously tosses his scythe to the ground at Agith'tai's feet.
  99.  
  100. In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "You are
  101. insignificant."
  102.  
  103. The aged Tsol'teth lets his cloak fall to the ground, revealing him in all his
  104. frailty. Near-skeletal thin, bones protrude, casting stark shadows across his
  105. near-translucent skin.
  106.  
  107. Even as the dark cloth flutters to the ground, Tenith'oru reaches his hand to
  108. the side, an oppressive weight descending upon Achaea.
  109.  
  110. In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "You have
  111. taken from me, aberration. Taken what is mine. You are but a mewling sibling
  112. disported in castoffs."
  113.  
  114. In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "I have
  115. burned the world for less."
  116.  
  117. In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "I claim my
  118. birthright. Come to me, my curse. I command it."
  119.  
  120. A golden glow begins to shine within Tenith'oru's empty hand, his face twisting
  121. into a rictus of fury even as he becomes suffused with youth.
  122.  
  123. Agith'tai seems suddenly alarmed, he lunges forward, weapon poised to open
  124. Tenith'oru's throat.
  125.  
  126. In a quiet voice that carries across the globe, Tenith'oru speaks, "Obey!"
  127.  
  128. A hush falls over Achaea as the golden glow coalesces, a long staff of wood
  129. forming in Tenith'oru's grasp. With reflexes far surpassing what he had achieved
  130. previously, the Tsol'teth parries aside Agith'tai's thrust, driving the Blue
  131. Fang away with an almost negligent flick of the Staff of Nicator.
  132.  
  133. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  134. throughout Creation, "I conquered death before your forefathers had even
  135. conceived the notion was possible."
  136.  
  137. Even as Seleucar's Doom spoke, the staff in his grasp changed beneath his hands;
  138. its length twisted and bent, writhing in its summoner's iron grip, striations of
  139. darkness replaced gilded grain, the mottled patches of Tsol'teth power growing
  140. and roiling, even the diamonds at its head exploded, one after another, like
  141. firecrackers.
  142.  
  143. The wielded power blasts away the robes from the ancient Tsol'teth revealing the
  144. features not seen for centuries. His skin is pure grey, like clouds on a sunless
  145. day, his armour is blackened iron, carved in demonic patterns, and his cold red
  146. eyes burn with hatred.
  147.  
  148. The harsh whisper of Agith'tai provokes instinctive terror as it glides across
  149. the realm, "... Morain-doma."
  150.  
  151. The half rajamala lowers his weapon, a mad laughter bubbling up from within his
  152. throat.
  153.  
  154. The harsh whisper of Agith'tai provokes instinctive terror as it glides across
  155. the realm, "It is true! Perfection is within reach!"
  156.  
  157. Parni deSangre raises the Staff of Nicator, levelling it at the exultant
  158. Tsol'teth.
  159.  
  160. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  161. throughout Creation, "End."
  162.  
  163. Without fanfare, Agith'tai disintegrates under the staff's unleashed power, the
  164. only remnant of him the echoes of his laughter that slowly fade from the
  165. underhalls of Azdun.
  166.  
  167. Having done the unthinkable, Parni deSangre has annihilated Agith'tai from
  168. existence, both body and soul alike.
  169.  
  170. The spread of the Tide falters, the flow ebbing to a halt.
  171.  
  172. As the final echoes of Agith'tai's laughter fade, Parni hurries to the broken
  173. form of Kosuira. A mere twitch of the Staff of Nicator turn her shackles to dust,
  174. and he scoops her into his arms.
  175.  
  176. Glancing around Agith'tai's tomb for a final time, Parni makes a cutting motion
  177. with the symbol of his office, the tip of the staff tracing a doorway in mid air
  178. that looks out upon the Sangre Plains.
  179.  
  180. Parni and Kosuira pass through the portal, the gateway sealing behind them
  181. without visible input from its creator.
  182.  
  183. [A handful of people perish at a mere glance from Parni deSangre.]
  184.  
  185. <I did not arrive in time to catch his first words. If you have them, please message me.>
  186.  
  187. Parni deSangre says, "Is it now too late?"
  188.  
  189. Parni deSangre says, "But you were my light among a world of shadows. I would
  190. burn Seleucar twice over to spare you this end."
  191.  
  192.  
  193.  
  194. The Child Sorceress Kosuira has succumbed to her wounds upon the deSangre Plains.
  195.  
  196. Parni pauses, staring down at the corpse in his arms. Slowly, the ancient man
  197. turns his face to the skies.
  198.  
  199. Parni deSangre says, "I believed losing my right to die was the worst the Logos
  200. could curse me with."
  201.  
  202. Parni deSangre says, "I was wrong."
  203.  
  204. You see Parni deSangre shout, "I refuse to be robbed again!"
  205.  
  206. The last spawn of Nicator raises the staff above his head, madness clearly
  207. written upon his face.
  208.  
  209. You see Parni deSangre shout, "Take them, so that she may live! A feast for
  210. Death!"
  211.  
  212. The Staff blazes incandescent in his grasp, a twisting streak of liquid light
  213. that bathes the deSangre Plains in a judgmental glow.
  214.  
  215. You feel your life draining from you, age encroaching at a terrifying rate. Your
  216. muscles grow weak and your thoughts clouded even as Kosuira draws breath once
  217. more.
  218.  
  219. [ People start getting younger as their life is drained by Parni's spell.]
  220.  
  221. A ragged scream of loss tears from Parni's time-ravaged throat as he casts
  222. caution aside and throws open his own mind.
  223.  
  224. A jolt of power wracks your body as you are thrown into a torrent of memory and
  225. sensation. All is clouded with an agonising grief and an utter grey of
  226. loneliness, lit only by a gleaming strand of ice blue hope.
  227.  
  228. Inept at the meld you bear mute witness as the telltale threads of Kosuira and
  229. Parni deSangre finally share. Without pride or shame you witness all, the fall
  230. of Seleucar, a child's relief at being rescued in the snow, lives shared in
  231. lessons, in cold caves.
  232.  
  233. Kosuira's tiny hand shifts, pale knuckles whitening as she briefly squeezes
  234. Parni's slender fingers.
  235.  
  236. As the stolen life is expended, Kosuira once again slips into death, leaving the
  237. mad Emperor without a kingdom to grieve alone upon his namesake's plains.
  238.  
  239.  
  240.  
  241. You feel your life draining from you, age encroaching at a terrifying rate. Your
  242. muscles grow weak and your thoughts clouded even as Kosuira draws breath once
  243. more.
  244.  
  245. The Child Sorceress Kosuira has slipped into death eternal.
  246.  
  247. Leaning heavily on the Staff of Nicator, Parni stands and stares down at the
  248. corpse of his apprentice.
  249.  
  250. Parni deSangre says, "They have played us well indeed."
  251.  
  252. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  253. throughout Creation, "Hear me, Tsol'teth!"
  254.  
  255. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  256. throughout Creation, "No-one ever accused Parni deSangre of not understanding
  257. spite."
  258.  
  259. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  260. throughout Creation, "You struck at me for daring to teach mine the arts that I
  261. have more right to than your bastard amalgamations."
  262.  
  263. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  264. throughout Creation, "You left me to live in the light, scorned by and absent of
  265. the melds you share."
  266.  
  267. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  268. throughout Creation, "And yet I am your blueprint?"
  269.  
  270. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  271. throughout Creation, "I think not."
  272.  
  273. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  274. throughout Creation, "I shall unwind all you have accomplished. I will share
  275. your secrets. You too will feel the glaring light of loss."
  276.  
  277. As the grieving wielder raises the Staff of Nicator, you feel a great pressure
  278. weighing down upon your mind. For a single, terrible instant, Parni deSangre
  279. holds the entirety of Achaea in a meld, their minds linked to his in a steely
  280. vice.
  281.  
  282. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  283. throughout Creation, "I gift you knowledge, Achaea. Do with it what you will."
  284.  
  285. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  286. throughout Creation, "Take command of the shadows. The forbidden arts of bending
  287. time to one's will. The lost art of Terminus."
  288.  
  289. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  290. throughout Creation, "The arts of the Depthswalker, as passed down by the
  291. Overlords three."
  292.  
  293. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  294. throughout Creation, "Maybe one of you will survive."
  295.  
  296.  
  297. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  298. throughout Creation, "As for you, my abhorrent kin..."
  299.  
  300. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  301. throughout Creation, "Enjoy these, your final days of mortality."
  302.  
  303. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  304. throughout Creation, "I shall tear down all that you have built."
  305.  
  306. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  307. throughout Creation, "From your greatest warriors to the lowliest child."
  308.  
  309. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  310. throughout Creation, "As before, so it will be again, naught but rubble will
  311. remain."
  312.  
  313. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  314. throughout Creation, "Achaea, your ignorance will not frustrate my vengeance."
  315.  
  316. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  317. throughout Creation, "These Tsol'teth are driven not by rage or madness."
  318.  
  319. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  320. throughout Creation, "Clear purpose and calculated risk incite their every move.
  321. "
  322.  
  323. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  324. throughout Creation, "The Blue Fang spoke of the Endbringer's doom through his
  325. determined plots."
  326.  
  327. Like steel on stone, the preternatural tones of Parni deSangre thunder
  328. throughout Creation, "The Blue Fang spoke of the Endbringer's doom through his
  329. determined plots."
  330.  
  331. You look on in astonishment as the corpse of Kosuira, the child sorceress fades
  332. away into the ether.
  333.  
  334. With a sweeping gesture of his Staff, Parni deSangre creates a mausoleum of ice
  335. to entomb the frail remains of his protege.
  336.  
  337. Parni deSangre says, "I have no more stomach for this parade. I shall go home,
  338. and then, into the dark."
  339.  
  340. With a weary sigh, Parni deSangre releases the Staff of Nicator, allowing it to fall to the ground.
  341.  
  342. Drawing himself up to his full height, Parni deSangre speaks a terrible word of
  343. power and fades from existence.
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