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  1. Two young men trudged through the desert, far from the city’s limits. The first, adorned in fur and jewelry, led the second, dressed in flax cloth. “There it is!” The first man pointed to a half-buried obelisk stone. “You brought me here to see a rock?” the second man asked. “Once your family realizes we’re gone—” “We’ll be back before nightfall.” The first man dug into the sand beneath the stone, and pulled out an effigy of a cat, carved from lapis lazuli. “I wanted you to see this.” The second man examined it. “Another rock?” He traced his fingers over the sculpted patches of fur and around the perfectly re-created scar over its left eye. He shook his head and smiled. “Mouser,” he said, “It’s Mouser!” The first man grinned. “I know you loved her very much. I crafted this from my memories of her. Now, she will be the Pharaoh of Mice.” The second man hugged the effigy. “Thank you.” “That’s not all,” the first man said, “I will present it to the Tef-Aabhi, and they will look upon my work and proclaim me a fellow master craftsman. Then, I will bring you with me. We will no longer be master and servant, but guildmates. Your family won’t live in the barracks anymore.” The second man looked at the first, shocked. “You don’t mean that.” The first man put his hands on the shoulders of the second, and looked deeply into his gray eyes. “I do. I will aid you and your family for as long as I live. I promise.” ? ? ? Pert-en-hat opened his eyes and grasped at the leather seats. He took a moment to gather his surroundings. It was 2020, and he sat in one of the self-moving chariots his cult called a “van.” The man sitting at Pert-en-hat’s left reached over and grasped his chest. “Easy there, we just hit a bump.” The mummy grabbed the man’s wrist. “Who said that you could touch me?” “Wait!” The man shouted. “It’s me, Tristian! The thief you hired?” “Pert-en-hat,” the woman to his right said, “He’s telling the truth. Let him go.” He looked at her, stared into her gray eyes, and released the man. “I am sorry,” Pert-en-hat said, “When the relic calls to me, my mind gets…distorted.” He watched Tristian shake his wrist and felt a twinge of shame. A year ago, he would have shattered the thief’s arm in three places and summoned a swarm of beetles to devour him before a single cry of mercy crossed his lips. It would have been wrong to do so, but the power would have come naturally. Now, mustering the strength to grab someone was a challenge. “What did it tell you?” The woman asked. “Its name,” the mummy said, “It is the ‘Pharaoh of Mice.’” “So we’ve got its name and where the bastard’s keeping it,” Tristian said, “That’s all I need to know. I’ll give my people the update.” Tristian got on the phone. As he talked, the woman leaned over to study Pert-en-hat’s face. “You learned something else, didn’t you?” She put a hand on his shoulder. “You can tell me.” “Farah, I saw its creator.” “Was it someone you knew?” “In a sense, yes.” “My lord, I don’t understand. Who is it?” Pert-en-hat sighed. “The relic. It’s mine.” ?? ?? ?? The young man expected to see one of the master craftsmen when he entered the guildhall. Instead, the seven cloaked guildmasters of the Tef-Aabhi beckoned him from the atrium into a private hall, and shut the door behind him. He fell to his hands and knees before them. “Most holy Shan’iatu!” He prostrated. “Forgive me; I did not intend to shirk my labor, only to demonstrate my craft.” He looked up, just for a moment. Their faces were well-hidden by the hoods of their cloaks. One of them spoke in a husky, feminine voice. “We know what you’ve done. Show us what it can do.” “Of course.” The man stood up. He invoked the Pharaoh of Mice, speaking its name and holding it above his head. A mouse poked its head from a crack in the floor. Another squeezed through a crevice in the ceiling. Mice from all over the guildhall poured into the room, crowding the floor and standing at attention. “It controls the weak,” the man said. “As long as you believe you rule them, they cannot disobey. Watch.” He commanded the vermin to leave. They fled the room. The workers outside shrieked and cursed as the rodents ran as one through the guildhall’s exit. The mice continued into the town, and then to the sands beyond. He said, “If it pleases the Shan’iatu, I shall add this treasure to the panoply and take my place as master craftsman.” There was a moment of silence. “No,” said the husky voice. “You have earned something greater, should you accept it.” The man blinked. “Yes, of course! What is it?” The Shan’iatu looked at him, and for a moment he saw the heads of animals, not people. “You will learn,” the husky voice said, “In due time.” ??? ??? ??? Tristian looked up at the skyscraper, shaking his head. “Robbing a corporate headquarters in broad daylight. You people are my kind of crazy.” “It’s the only way we can get to the relic,” Farah said. “If Pert-en-hat’s visions are right, it’s in Mr. Collins’ personal safe, and we need him to open it up before you move in.” “Right.” He looked over the building’s blueprints. “I’ve gotta say, this is a way better deal than what I thought we were going to get when we robbed his tomb. I could get used to this.” “He recruited you,” Farah said, “because he saw potential. If it had been any other tomb, you and your friends would not be alive right now. Remember that, before you get too comfortable.” She waved over a woman to join them. “This is Emma,” she said. “She’s the eldest of us. She’ll be heading in for an interview with Mr. Collins. Once she gets him to open the safe, she’ll signal your team over the radio.” “Good to meet you, Emma.” Tristian took her in, low-cut dress and all. “You know, for the oldest member, you don’t look a day over 22.” Emma smiled. “Thanks, but she was 26 when I stole her body.” She winked at him and walked into the building. He laughed. “She’s kidding, right? Right?” Farah pulled out a jar of red liquid from her jacket and drew a sigil into the ground. ???? ???? ???? The young man shuffled deeper into the tunnels beneath the city, where the pillars dug into the earth. He moved shoulder-to-shoulder with other workers. He recognized some of his fellow sculptors. Earlier that day, a group of Maa-Kep dragged the grey-eyed young man and his family from his home. The young man, the family’s master, witnessed their arrest and demanded an explanation. They would not tell him why they captured them or where they were going. When he struck one of the secret police to the ground, the rest overpowered him and carried him to his guildhall. There, servants stripped him of his finery and bathed him. They held him down and poured a bitter drink into his throat. They clothed him in robes with hieroglyphics he didn’t recognize and sent him to march with the others. Now, his head swam as he created the end of the corridor. He stumbled and tried to grasp the wall with an unfeeling arm. His grip lost strength, and he slammed face-first into the floor. Two cloaked figures, Shan’iatu, carried him to an altar. Blood from his broken noise stained it. They did not care. “What is this? The young man’s question mingled with the sound of chanting and screaming nearby. One of the Shan’iatu lifted a long, copper spike above the young man’s head. “You earned this.” The man recognized her husky, feminine voice. “You accepted it. Our empire is eternal, and you will be its vessel.” She thrust the spike into his forehead. It was his first death. ????? ????? ????? Pert-en-hat’s cultists assured him the plan would work. With Farah’s sorcery, the body thief as decoy, and the aid of world-class thieves, they would take the Pharaoh of Mice, and he would return to Duat with the relic without lifting a finger. They hadn’t expected their mark to find the body thief’s radio. They couldn’t have imagined that he knew they were coming. They were not prepared for Mr. Collins using the vessel and commanding every employee to hunt down the team. They would need him after all, and he would need to gather all the strength in his dying body. He sprinted into the building, tossing away the glassy-eyed workers trying to tackle him. When he reached the elevator doors, he ripped them from the wall and hurled them into the crowd. He leaped into the empty elevator shaft. His body melted into the concrete floor on impact and he swam through the building like a fish moving upstream. The Pharaoh of Mice shone like a beacon among the skyscraper’s inferior materials and mediocre architecture. He followed its light. He emerged from the floor of Mr. Collins’ office. The relic stood on the businessman’s desk. It radiated warmth that soothed the mummy. Mr. Collins stood between Pert-en-hat and his goal. Beneath him sat Farah and the others, tied together. “So.” Mr. Collins kept his gun trained on the captives. “You’re the man who wants to steal my treasure.” ?????? ?????? ?????? Pert-en-hat rose from his sarcophagus, confused. He knew Emma, but she was surrounded by strangers. “This is your master,” she said to the others. “Kneel before him!” They did so, save for a woman no older than her late teens. Instead, she moved to him, close enough to get a clear view of her face in the dim torchlight. Her gray eyes seemed alight with wonder. Pert-en-hat stood dumbfounded. “No!” Emma shouted. “You don’t know what he’ll do!” “It’s you,” the young woman said, “from my dreams. My father, and his grandfather, they served you. Do you remember?” The muscles on Pert-en-hat’s skinless face twitched. His mind’s eye saw vague memories of a young man in the desert with eyes like hers, but nothing else. “No.” The woman sighed. “We’ll give it some time, then. I’m Farah.” ??????? ??????? ??????? Mr. Collins stood with a hunch. His eyes were bloodshot and his clothes were soaked in sweat. His body had a corpse’s pallor. “You’re dying,” Pert-en-hat said. “Without the proper invocation, it feeds on you. There’s still time. Give it to me, and I can save you.” “Save me?” Mr. Collins wheezed out a laugh. “When I have the power of a god? No. It’s not me you should worry about.” He shot Farah in the chest. She slumped over. Her blood soaked into the rope. “I have more than enough for the rest of—” Before Mr. Collins finished his sentence, Pert-en-hat leaped on him and smashed his head through his desk, the floor, and several inches into the concrete below both. He convulsed and went still. Emma struggled against the rope. “Farah? Stay with us! Farah!” “She’s not dead,” Tristian said, “Not yet.” Pert-en-hat lifted the Pharaoh of Mice from the ruins of Mr. Collins’ desk. He traced his fingers along the patches in its fur, and the scar on its eye. A husky, feminine voice echoed in his mind. Leave them. They can be replaced. Return it to me. The mummy’s head ached. “I…” “Master, do something. Please!” Emma yanked her body away from Farah. “The police’ll be here any minute!” Return it to me. It’s mine! “No,” Pert-en-hat said. “It’s mine!” He crushed the Pharaoh of Mice in his hands and its power flowed through him. The pain in his body ceased, and he cried to the heavens in joy. He tore the rope binding the cultists. He placed a hand on Farah’s chest, over the bullet wound. “Live!” His life force flooded her body and her wound sealed. She coughed up gold-tinted blood. Pert-en-hat felt a chill spread from his chest to his limbs. His skin shriveled and he fell to the floor. Farah and the others grabbed his body, but their voices sounded far away. Before he returned to the sleep of death, the voice in his head spoke once more. I am very disappointed in you. But I am merciful. We will try again. After all, you are my most beloved servant. ???????? ???????? ???????? Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition is currently on Kickstarter.
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  3. Yes, I'm still playing.
  4. What should have been easily dodged attacks were not, as Chaos was trying to focus on defending against Therion and Ryan. In a moment of hesitation, he was struck by both of Yuuki's attacks, which bound him in vines, letting both Ryan and Therion strike him, the former hitting four times. It was impressive, and any lesser foe would have been blown away and sliced to ribbons. It didn't go that way though. unleashing a blast of magic in a sphere around him, Chaos blew away the vines binding him, sent Therion and Ryan flying, the latter blasted into a tree which splintered into veritable toothpicks afterwards. Ryan was coughing up blood, having not been hit that hard in some time.. "Perhaps I cannot kill you directly with spells, sworddancer, but there's always more than one way to get somebody." Chaos seemed so utterly smug and self-assured with having blasted away the two primary threats. It was then that Vesper chose to unleash her unique power, a blast at the very mind of Chaos itself. She could feel her energy replenish, and Chaos screamed as the shadow creatures faltered momentarily in their battle against the elementals.
  5. Cade's availability Game, Friday- Vignette at the game post-game- likely celebrating at bunnee's with everyone. Saturday morning- Working of Mr. Bannson Saturday Afternoon- free, up for anything Saturday Night- free, up for anything Sunday morning- work for Bannson, Church Sunday Afternoon- Free for anything Sunday night- family movie night maybe.
  6. With Yuuki summoning a dozen earth Elementals to her side, The fight was becoming abit more even, as they began to wrestle with the summoned Chaos beasts. They were fairly equivalent in power, and Vesper still found it quite difficult to try to wrest control of the chaos beasts. Chaos chuckled at the attempt, though his glowing eyes seemed to take an angered glow. "How would you like it if I took your pet from you. All it would take is a simple touch." Just as Therion swung down, Chaos used his other hand to bring up his sword, blocking the blow, but the awkwardness of the defense was enough to prevent him from stapping Therion with it, as the spirit backed away slightly. That flaming hand disgorged a torrent of flame which Ryan intercepted, bisecting the blast with his sword, Laevatein. The defense left the sword glowing. "Enhanced Hellfire. That was always so much fun to deal with." he grumbled as he swung, and found his own strike parried by the sword. "Enchanted sword too. It defends its master." Chaos sat there looking at him. "I see you're very observant, and a veteran fighter. Die." with that a pillar of red flame engulfed Ryan." When there was no scream, Chaos sighed. "i'd hoped for more from him." The bamboo shielding him was gone now, but he stood unscathed, and smiling. "Oh you'll get more, not just from me, but from all of us." Tori was still busy with the rushed repairs to the banshee, hoping to get it in the air to help handle the chaos beasts.
  7. "Lady Rika is not in in any way. She is unaligned, which is a benefit and burden. There are many who could be of benefit to know, but nothing that's going to show that much interest in someone so inexperienced as Rika. That said the nature of her servants is different too. Others are figures of myth and legend. You three, are not." Ryan snorted "Of course." he looked to Elias. "it was just for me, not for anyone else. it was a real pain for my magic using allies, but it did come in real handy." He smiled "So we're alone. That's fine we can keep our heads down and see who comes sniffing around. We make a plan to work together to show them why we merit respect."
  8. Mega Girl's attack actually cracked the armor of the minotaur, succeeding in knocking it flat on't back with a resounding crash, smashing several teeth. Starsign's blast skewers the hydra's torso like a luminous drill, actually severing a head at the root, which cause it to scream out in pain, and before it could do more, Columbian moved in and finally broke the creature's left leg leaving it on its belly. Elastica tore into the Kraken, and found it's skin to be pliant like hers, but nowhere close to as durable. The Astovik sisters continued their own battles, with Autumn trying to freeze the minotaur to the ground, as Summer blasted the hydra burning off the leg that Columbian had broken. Starsign yelled at Columbian "Finish it off Columbian!" and Leaps to Maga-girl placing a hand on her should and filling her with health, even the damage to her cybernetics starting to mend thanks to the Cosmic nature of Starsign's healing power. "Thanks, SS," Alison replied, shooting off to try and finish the job on the monotaur, but despite its massive size the minotaur reacted fast, dodging the powerful metahuman's aerial punch by sitting up. Elastica was busy sinking her claws deeply into the Kraken, drawing a loud keening wail from the beast, but it still had plenty of fight left. Hex, rising to her feet quickly reestablished her defensive barrier, surprised that something could even knock it down to begin with, but undettered, as she launched a firebolt at the hydra. The minotaur rises to it's feet, shattering the ice binding it with it's vastly enhanced muscles,, even as it backhands Autumn, sending her flying away from it, knocked unconscious. Summer succeeds in fireblasting another head from the Hydra, before her sister is sent sprawling and rendered unconscious. Before Columbian can Finish off the Hydra it manages to bite him with two heads in a lightning quick double strike, dropping him to the ground with a scream as his wounds hiss and burn. Psypher is still locked in mental combat with the Kraken, blood now flowing from his ears and nose under his costume, but he was still upright and fighting. The tentacles of the Kraken had wrapped around Elastica, but failed to do any damage, though it was surprisingly strong. "Oh no you don't. If you're hitting anyone, that's me." Mega girl growls, booming at the robot after her missed strike, anger at herself burning in her blood. Mega-girl's attack was truly one of vengeance, as it literally blew out the back of the minotaur's head in an explosion of metal and soft tissue, causing it to fall to the ground, defeated. Elastica's cut deep into the space squid, cutting rugged slashes in the tapestry engulfing. It entangled the tigrish Elastica in its tentacles, but almost like thick water, she oozed out of the grapple. "You cannot stop me," she said in a chipper growl, "And you are strong, but not as strong as me. You will not resist me." The tentacles couldn't stop her, but they might stop her allies. Elastica reached for the base of one tentacle, claws digging deep into its pliant, rubbery flesh, and feet braced against the Stellar Kraken's bulk, she began to pull and tear. Starsign spins at Columbian's scream and rushes back to kneel between him and the hydra one hand touch letting her power flow into him healing the damage from the bites as much as possible, but the poison was another matter entirely. Summer, enraged over the injury to her sister, cut loose with a torrent of flame that seared off another head from the hydra, though one of the remaining two bit deeply into her sending poison coursing through her leaving two hissing wounds and intense burning pain. Hex once again cut loose with a powerful eldricth fireball at the hydra, more than a little happy when it connected. The blast incenerated the second to last head which caused the it to scream in pain. The combined assault of Psypher attacking mentally, and elastica physically starting to rip it apart was enough to bring down the Kraken, which landed wetly on the ground, it's tentacles going limp, and it's body simply laying there, ripped open by Elastica. Unceremoniously, Psypher fell backwards, unconscious, but victorious along with his comrade. Starsign moved to heal Columbian further, channeling more of her power into him, but the damage from the poison wasn't something she could stop, though she was keeping it from killing him. Elastica moved to pounce on the Hydra but didn't quite judge the distance right, overshooting, striking only the air and the ground with her fearsome claws. In an Ironic coincidence, MegaGirl came at the hydra from above but also misjudged, likely thanks to being covered in gore from the minotaur, hitting to the other side of it. Hex however was still there, and before anyone else could be harmed, she unleashed a final fireblast, removing the last head, and moments later the rest of the hydra, along with the remains of the other two felled creatures turned to ash and dissipated on unseen winds. In the quiet aftemath, a pillar of blue-white Arclight appeared. Within the pillar was a pedastal with a single red button and a timer that was counting down, with less than an hour remaining. Above it a full body projection of their foe stood, and clapped his hands once. "Very well done heroes, though having three of you unable to continue would normally be horrible, it's a good first effort. I am a man of my word. You have beaten my challenge, and by simply pressing the button, you will release a Counteracting wave that will spare the inhabitants of the city. Until next time brave heroes." with a flourish of his cape, the projection vanished into motes of light, leaving the question of who he was, and if this would really save the city. The issue of questionable time passage was forgotten for now as MG went to check on Autumn. Airway. Breathing. Circulation. Don't move the victim if, say, they got smacked around by a giant robot and might have spinal injuries. Triessa goes to check on her unconscious comrades checking in with the other person who could heal. "How are they doing?" she asks Starsign. Elastica flowed back into her Barbie-esque form, once more wearing a figure-hugging, dark blue bodysuit (or was it just her skin with a different texture?). She joined the others by their fallen comrades. Blank expression shifted into one of concern. She didn't really know how humans fixed themselves other than a vague sense picked up from her once owner. It seemed to involved a lot of laying down or sometimes bedroom athletics with a man. "We might need tot get them to a hospital but we need to shut this down and let the authorities in." came Starsign's reply, followed by Elastica's offer of aid. "Can I help?" Summer knelt by her unconscious sister, as the two male teammates were brought there, as the healers tended the three of them. Triessa stopped to prepare her magic for a curative spell that would remove the poison, knowing they couldn't keep just healing them forever. idly she said quietly "Someone hit that button," she says as she hunkers down to begin. "We need to wrap this up." MegaGirl relinquished her place by Autumn's side soon as Summer arrived, moving to hover next to the proverbial Big Red Button, "So. I'm willing to risk getting zapped pushing the button if no one else has a problem with it." Triessa nods at Mega Girl. "Don't worry. If somethig happens, we've got the tools to keep you alive." With that, MegaGirl hit the button. With the press of the button, the countdown stops, and the pedastal recedes into the floor. A red pulse expands outwards bathing the building, and then the entire city, with no ill effect aside a light tingling sensation. The group of heroes found themselves in the grand lobby before the doors they came in, their comrades gathered there on the floor. Working together they carry them out and no sooner than the door closed, than the entire building began to dissolve into motes of white light, leaving them standing there standing before nothing more than a massive foundation, and before thousands who'd been watching in the square. Their faces were plastered on the screens for a moment longer, and with the roaring cheer of the crowd, the screens went dark. They'd won, the city was safe, for now.
  9. Rika just stared at the other four people, and shook her head. "This can't be real." Ryan sighed, and an actual portal into another world appeared. He reached within and drew forth a sword, and looked at her. "It is Rika. it sucks that you didn't have a choice, and neither did we. Our very best option is to survive and fight to the end so you can have your life back, and we can gone home." "As for us sticking together, I'd suggest Aoi here, partner with Rika, as one of us will not be able to go to some places the same way. Beyond that, I'm betting she can use a Master's crest to summon us to her from anywhere." Lucian nodded. "Yes, and it doesn't even use a crest, it's a simple privelage." Ryan nodded. "Okay, at least that means she can call on us as she needs to then." Lucian nodded. "The ten clans are as I said ten families of magi who have always lived here in Japan. They tend to specialize in their magics but the most powerful use several variety of magic. To become a member, Rika would have to prove blood ties to one of the 10 Clans, marry a member of one of the families, or in special circumstances, be adopted into one of the families." "What would that entail?" "Defeating a large magical threat, and have a member in good standing vouch for you to the family head. They would then decide if you merited admittance, and where in the heirarchy you'd fit."
  10. Ryan sighed. "How the hell did you even get this to work on me?" Lucian just smiled. "You were much more powerful, and with that unique power, Mr. Cross, you'd have been the most powerful Servant ever. I'm not privy as to how it was done, but your special power has been lessened. Since you've been sent and summoned before, it allowed you to be summoned here, though it has placed some limitations on your power." Ryan nodded, but looked annoyed. "I guess it would." He looked to the others. "Before coming here, i'd developed a particular power that rendered me utterly impervious to magical effects. In a war focused on magical combat, I would be virtually unstoppable. I don't have that immunity anymore though, which will take some adjustment time for me." He looked to Elias. "A friendly spar later would be welcome, to see just how far that immunity was reduced, if you don't mind." Lucian nodded. "I have put in the customary three days grace period, starting from the moment she formally contracted all three of you. No one will attack you, or interfere within that timeframe, though after that, well A non-initiated neophyte who managed to contract three powerful Servants all at once isn't something many will ignore." He looked to Anne, and smiled. "There are three great factions, The Helost Collective, which is mostly based in Europe, focusing on true magic as you would think of it. They have the greatest numbers, and most overall power. The Alaran Alliance, Based in the Americas. Their leader is the third most powerful mage alive, Arthur Dendan. He specializes in Cognitive and lightning magic. The final Faction is the smallest of the three, The Ten Clans. They are ten hereditary mage families here in Asia, based out of Tokyo. you are in the heart of their territory, but they're mostly hands-off, so long as public order is undisturbed. The two most powerful magi are Arnhem Bauer, and Chigusa Manami, and they hold to no affiliation or faction, fighting alone, with a dozen Servants each." Lucian looked at them and sighed. "Honestly, there are more factions, dozens really but most have less than ten members, and barely qualify for the Registry. More than that, there are more unaffiliated Magi than not. Thanks to one of the Primal laws, Magi cannot be compelled by magic to join a faction, but there is something to be said for strength in numbers. Still such strength and security is not without cost, as the factions expect their members obedience and fealty."
  11. Rika was somewhat alarmed when two other students showed up, Ryan was still down, though he was awake and whatever that weird pulse was, she didn't have a clue. As soon as Elias came in, he was in pain, and she made to steady him, and accidentally brushed against Aoi as well. and the pulse rippled out again, which sent them both down like Ryan, in debilitating pain, and Rika herself began to glow. "What's going on?" Soon it was over, and instantly the pain was gone. On the back of her left hand were a trio of marks, a stylized cross, a sword, and a starburst. They shown with a near rainbow-like of light, and then faded. The pain vanished instantly and Ryan opened his eyes. "Holy hell you're a mage." Rika looked at him and cocked her head "What are you talking about? I'm just a student, and magic is not real.." "That isn't true, Miss Ajima. Magic is very real, and now that you have claimed your Servants, you are now involved in the Great War. Mages in this world have fought via proxy Servants for all of humanity's history, and you are a part of it." There was a man in the the doorway of the alcove, that now stood there when he'd been nowhere close before. He had light grey hair but looked somewhat young, with steel-grey eyes. "I am your Observer, Lucian. I will chronicle your battles, and while I cannot directly interfere, I am permitted to tell you the general history of the War, and the factions within. Ryan held up his hand, which was marked with the sword crest, though it had more parts and layers. "Master Seal?" Lucian nodded. "Affirmative. She may command you 3 times to do anything, or use her crest to restore you without fail. A master without crests is no longer a master, so Miss Ajima use them sparingly, as you could still be a target, even without Servants now." "I don't want to fight." She said quietly. "I detest violence of any kind. I just won't do it." Lucian shook his head. "Then you will die. That is the nature of the Great War for Magi. You fight, or die. Victory, or death. There are some Magi who've been in the war for centuries now. Their servants are powerful beyond words. Still it is not all doom and gloom. It is a rule that Elder Magi may not attack neophytes unless they're attacked first. More than that. The number of servants that can be used in a formal duel of Magi is the choice of the younger Mage."
  12. For Ryan Church, who came from a world like this initially, it was just one more reminder that he wasn't home. He'd finally made it back, but now, here he was again, in another world, though this time he had no clue how he was to get back, only some vague sense guiding him here. He was at school, heading to the library. His history teacher had assigned a project, and since he didn't know this world's history, he knew he needed to learn more. As he entered he began to have a headache, and the strange force told him he needed to continue. He made his way to the history section next to the Literature section and fought through the pain to peruse and find a concise account of Oda Nobunaga, the focus of the project he'd chosen. As he was going to the small alcove with chairs and a table, he noticed a young woman already there. She was reading already, and he shrugged. sitting by someone wasn't liable to be an issue, so he quietly made his way to a chair there, and took a seat to start reading. As he cracked open the book, she looked up and smiled. "That's a good one you know. They only used established facts about him, and his life." Her voice resonated with him, and the sense seemed to go haywire. his head was pounding like a drum now, and unfortunately for him, his legs gave out. He fell over into the chair and Rika let out an alarmed cry. She quickly moved to help him up, and when she touched him they both felt a pulse ripple out through reality. Elsewhere, Aoi and Elias Felt the ripple in reality and knew something was up. More than that, they knew they had to get to the school library, immediately.
  13. I have not forgotten this game, simply put things on hold. Saturday 8-31 at 6pm EST we will get together in the IC discord chat and finish this fight then
  14. For Anne Mistral, life was largely hell. Coming from a world of incredible technology, This world was boring, banal, and mundane. Topping it off she was young, which meant she had to be in school, and she was stuck here, at least that's what she'd thought. She knew of Keys, Gates and how they worked, and among all the abilities she'd gained, one was to sense when a key near. This was useful and had lead her to Tokyo Jindai High School. For Eilos Apollon It was somewhat different. Having come from a world of myth and magic, he was in a strange world with no real common ground, aside from the existence of magic. Using his own mystical power, he'd forged himself a quiet life as a student, a residual effect of being summoned here. With no way to go home, he settled in, only to be guided by a mystical force to Tokyo Jindai high school. Here he knew there was someone who could help him go home. Ryan Church was a survivor. Having lived the last six years of his life across half a dozen worlds, he was only slightly irked at being summoned to this one. It was always like this, the summoning, always in the middle of things with damn little information to go on. He quickly found that he'd been provided a life as was normal when summoned, something he never really got, but went with it. The now eighteen year old man letting out a grunt of annoyance when he saw he was once again a highschool student. "Dammit, just once, I'd rather not have to go to some sort of school. Still he knew that the way to move on was there at the school, that was how this always worked, so he set about preparing himself. That was a month ago. In that time the Trio of "students" had taken to attending classes, all the while searching out their ticket home. It was only natural that the three of them found each other, as they did all stand out in their own way. After that they began to work together, hunting for who or whatever it was that would let them go back home. In the Library, Rika Ajima sat doing what she loved most, reading. As the president of the Literature club, she thought the written word the turning point of mankind's history. She studied extensively, and was ranked among the top students at the entire school. Her Literature club however was among the smallest clubs, and in danger of being shut down. More than that as of late she'd had some strange pains, and visions of other worlds, like dreams, but they were impossibly vivid. Something within her lurked, coiled tightly, but it shifted ever so slightly, and the words she read as she began her newest book seemed to resonate with her. "Our Story begins...."
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