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Post by The Exanimate King on Jun 8, 2024 20:23:01 GMT -5
The neutral zone that sat in the awkward no man’s land between the Saiyan-dominated Salada region and the areas around Hatchi City, was quiet, aside from the rampaging beasts and the occasional band of Saibas. It felt familiar. The worlds he had awoken on in past lives had goblins and dragons, witches and wyverns, beholders and bandersnatches. But this land had dinosaurs and saibas. Of course, it could not be neglected that each of these worlds had humanoids seeking lonely travellers to rob, mug or murder.
But none of these reasons drove Drathyr to the wastes this day. If he was to create and pursue his plan, he would need to create a monument, a show of his power. Or a place for his flock to travel to. He recalled in some of his past iterations, the grand temples, castles and palaces he could create with his power over magic. Now was the time to do so here.
He took a deep, strained and croaky breath. It was not needed for the King to breathe, but the forced regularity helped summon focus. His mind flitted between creations, both of his own past and those he had seen whilst exploring Plant. Until he summoned a vision. A fortress, of tall stone, reinforced by the metals found here, deep under the surface.
Purple magic raced across the earth as he crafted more details, tall spires, burning braziers, tall dark and intimidating. The ground trembled under his whims, the skies summoning dark clouds. He gritted his teeth and raised his hands above his head, outstretched to the pools of shadow he had created. He demanded the ground to rise, the stone to form and the metal to bend under his will.
Great spouts of shadow raced into the sky, forming tall pillars of swirling darkness, he grinned within his helm. ‘Yes, just like old times.’ he thought, the vision had become clear. The ground was obeying, until he felt weakness, rupture his mind asunder. Breathing became a painful chore and his vision blurred. The magic fell to the ground, as the stone that had raised to the sky, grumbled and groaned as it fell back to it is resting place. ‘No…’ he complained to the barren wastes.
Stumbling to a knee he punched the ground, the magic returned to his physical form and his strength returned piece by piece. Weak, he was too weak for this. It pained him to admit, that this form was possibly the strongest he had awoken in, but the connection to magic was faulty, unnatural. Something to work on, and quickly. He had just made a very big display of magic for it all to mean nothing, the Saibas who had paused to watch now were tempted by the seemingly exhausted metal man.
But none of these reasons drove Drathyr to the wastes this day. If he was to create and pursue his plan, he would need to create a monument, a show of his power. Or a place for his flock to travel to. He recalled in some of his past iterations, the grand temples, castles and palaces he could create with his power over magic. Now was the time to do so here.
He took a deep, strained and croaky breath. It was not needed for the King to breathe, but the forced regularity helped summon focus. His mind flitted between creations, both of his own past and those he had seen whilst exploring Plant. Until he summoned a vision. A fortress, of tall stone, reinforced by the metals found here, deep under the surface.
Purple magic raced across the earth as he crafted more details, tall spires, burning braziers, tall dark and intimidating. The ground trembled under his whims, the skies summoning dark clouds. He gritted his teeth and raised his hands above his head, outstretched to the pools of shadow he had created. He demanded the ground to rise, the stone to form and the metal to bend under his will.
Great spouts of shadow raced into the sky, forming tall pillars of swirling darkness, he grinned within his helm. ‘Yes, just like old times.’ he thought, the vision had become clear. The ground was obeying, until he felt weakness, rupture his mind asunder. Breathing became a painful chore and his vision blurred. The magic fell to the ground, as the stone that had raised to the sky, grumbled and groaned as it fell back to it is resting place. ‘No…’ he complained to the barren wastes.
Stumbling to a knee he punched the ground, the magic returned to his physical form and his strength returned piece by piece. Weak, he was too weak for this. It pained him to admit, that this form was possibly the strongest he had awoken in, but the connection to magic was faulty, unnatural. Something to work on, and quickly. He had just made a very big display of magic for it all to mean nothing, the Saibas who had paused to watch now were tempted by the seemingly exhausted metal man.
Thread PL: 10000
KP: 6
MP: 0
HP: 290
Resources: Extraterrestrial (2/2), Galaxy Brain, Vampiric, Tenacious
WC:465 
