Your weapon blazes to life, and you sense it nearly dragging you forward, eager to kill this creature. You feel invisible furious claws attempting to breach your flesh as you cast your physique altering magics, but they do nothing to you except momentarily force you to the ground before you leave the cave. Power flares out of the cavern, and the dragon looks curiously as you emerge with your blazing weapon.

The dragon leaps backwards away from you, keeping some distance on you as it lands, lowers its head, and begins sizing you up as a threat. You realize the two things you thought were yellow eyes are vestigial. It has one central yellow eye in the skull, and it is focused on you.

I crouch down and charge my legs with physics defying power. My legs explode into a leap that sends me sailing by the dragon's neck which I slash as I pass.

Your attack is poorly aimed due to the speed of approach, but it is caught off guard by your speed and you see and hear some of its scales fly off like broken bricks. A lingering trail of fire cracks a few more under the heat of your weapon's passing.

It delivers a vicious set of claw swipes, moving with physics defying speed to attempt to kill you, but your training allows you to evade the worst of it as you land just behind it, your fire running out as you land. You deflect one strike into the ground, the claws turning the soil upwards. You see the crackle of electricity spark in the dragon's maw, as its eye tracks you balefully.

As for what your chi sense notices about it, it is less a physical being and more like an elemental embodiment of stone and storm, like a large, red, lightning struck mountain.

After I deflect the claws into the soil, I'll slash though the joints connecting it's claws to it's hand.

I'll continue to slash at it and dodge it's physical attacks waiting for it to breath lighting at me.

I'll warp probability  so that the sword does a higher percentage of what is possible and force my body to hit harder and faster.

When it does, I'm going to take a page from Star Wars and deflect the lighting back at it with my sword.(I really need to come up with a name for it...)
The sword is made of Elemental Iron so magic doesn't affect it and it is practically indestructible.
I'll block the Lighting and then bend it back to the dragon
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Your spell does something you (and the universe as a whole) didn't expect it to do, with the side effects of your magic making your spell stranger.

It fires a powerful spray of lightning at you, and your blade turns into a lightning rod for the breath it is emitting. At this point you feel your own breath being drawn into the ozone around you, and you see its own eye go wide as the lightning intensifies, the spell now pulling the lightning out of your opponent's maw.

Your weapon discharges the power back into the creature, blasting its scales apart, and scattering the remains of half of your ship in a flash of white light. Your vision is a blur, and your every breath is a gasp. Running is not possible right now, and standing is a challenge.

At least the dragon, scorched and damaged, with several dozen of its scales blown off, is also trying desperately to recover from what you just did. Your sword is glowing from heat, and you realize it did take quite a bit of stress from that. Another hit like that, and your weapon will shatter.

Naturally, it wants your tired meaty body to resume killing it.
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Well obviously I need to make my tired meaty body move and Kill this dragon.

I'll force myself to leap up impossibly high with my sword raised above my head.

Then I'll fall down like a meteor with my sword opening up the dragon's neck like a fish.

You less "fly" up to the dragon, and more propel yourself. At this point, the sword itself is doing all the fighting.

And alas, you succeed, knocking yourself unconscious in the process. You plummet into the dragon at sword point and it ruptures with electricity as it does so, causing you to forget pretty much all concerns about being awake.

You awaken to the sensation of being carried. You get the vague impression of being carried by knights clad in silver armor, marching towards a fortress of some kind that your still blurry vision is trying to make out. You chi sense detects an uptick in stability, calm, order, and law trying to stand above a force that would undo all of that.

I'll try to wake up and ask
"What's going on?"

Do I sense the other versers around me?

They are with you, in various directions.

You realize you are on a stretcher. One of the helmeted men speaks. "You recover quickly for a man who just experienced what you did. Can you walk? We are almost to the gates of Anor Lando, the seat of the gods. Lord Gwyn has expressed a desire to speak with you, and your strange companions."

You can limp, and slowly, should you choose to do so.

I assume I'm fairly crispy at the moment. Do to killing a lighting elemental dragon in melee.

"Huh? I'm still alive in this universe... I guess I managed to kill that dragon. Or it ran away after I passed out... But that doesn't make sense. It would just kill me while I am unconscious. I can walk slowly I think. I guess I'll go ahead and meet Lord Gwyn."

I'll limp with them to this Lord Gwyn.

You stand from the stretcher, which they systemically and quickly fold up. They return to marching order, and head towards an impressive wooden gate, one that must be over one hundred feet tall. The silver knight in front blasts a horn, one that delivers a deep and sonorous tone.

The gates open, and the procession marches in. Anthony and Thirteen are present. Lucian you can sense, but he is not with this group. He is close, though.

Anthony speaks first, while staying close and providing a shoulder to lean on. "I'm glad you made it. I was pretty sure you were going to be killed by that thing when it exploded! I'm sure glad they were close." He gestures to the knights, which it occurs to you are each eight feet tall.

"They seem to be look-ing for things like that mon-ster. Re-fer: Dra-gon." Thirteen's movements somehow seem even less coordinated then before.

"Thirteen's having a rough time of it, though. His core is constantly on the fritz, he is missing a lot of data, and even moving is difficult for the big guy. He thinks there is some kind of radiation here that is making it so he doesn't function right. If so, it only seems to affect our machines."

"Huh. That's odd. I've never encountered this phenomena affecting technology. In previous worlds, I couldn't do my full range of psionics and magic because the world didn't support them. I don't usually carry that much technology on me so I never noticed it affecting them before...

I have an Idea that might Help Thirteen. But I'll need to do research on the magic here to get it to work without a problem.

...Hmmm... I wonder why all these knights are 8 feet tall... Space Marines Maybe... Or maybe they are Ground Marines. no that would be a dumb name for them."

I'll take a look at their Chi signature. I expect that they will be aligned to white.

They are very much on the side of order, but the feel they give is different is different from the intensity of the First or his Legion, and from the cold ruthlessness of Lucian. They give the impression of being actual agents of hope, fighting an annihilating darkness, a force you would be glad to see.

"Previous worlds?" Anthony is looking around. "Oh, you mean like the other planets you have visited."

He thinks. "Some worlds stop your...magic? I don't know, maybe its really a science you don't understand?"

"Ma-gic: in-con-sist-ent. Ru-mors of Hand Ag-ents pos-sess-ing, un-ver-if-ied."

"You save your energy, Thirteen." Anthony looks at you with concern. "Lucian tried to kill them when they approached you, but his weapon is apparently out of charges. I didn't know that could happen, and the look on his face would have been funny if it wasn't serious. I don't think these guys know what a gun is, but they know a weapon when it is being pointed at them. He nearly got himself killed evading them. Hope he's okay."

You are guided past the gates, and you see people of a large scale moving through this place alongside smaller people. Everything here is built with two scales; one for giants, and one for humans. Some of the beings here are twenty feet high, and dressed in full plate armor.

Cheers erupt around you as they celebrate the return of the knights. It is brief, but quite intense. They go quiet as a tall man, a full head higher than the knights around you makes his way though the crowd. He is dressed in long white robes, with a tall crown on his head. Only his beard seems at odds with his regal appearance, sticking out like an unruly tree.

"So, you are the one who challenged the dragon. And alone, no less? Is this true?" His voice booms with authority, but there is an undertone of concern for you.

In reply to Anthony
"Heh, you would make a good member of the Technocracy. I'll have to explain some things when we get the time."

In reply to Lord Gwyn
"Yes, I had no other choice but to face the dragon. My companions and I sensed the dragon coming so we hide in a cave. But the dragon picked up on our scent and was going to kill us all by breathing lightning down the cave. So I went out to face it alone.

I'm ... new here. I gather that you are Lord Gwyn?
I am called Magnus.
I have a feeling that you and your people are fighting something.
Please tell me about it"

Anthony whispers, "What's a Technocrat?"

Lord Gwyn continues speaking, although he seems a bit surprised at your question. "We are fighting dragons. When they are gone, the age of darkness they bring with them will end, and civilization can flourish. We who are Gods will rule, and man and giant will be safe under us."

"On all fronts are we tested, though. We hold the north, my knights and I. The south is held by the First of the Dead." His face seems to wrinkle at a bad taste, and then he moves on. "To the west, we have the Witch of Izalith, and her seven daughters of Chaos. And to the east, we have our ace in the hole: Seath the Scaleless, who has betrayed his own kind for our cause."

He focuses his intense gaze on you. "You seem to have your own band, and an interest in fighting our foes. You may rest, restock, and then give me an informed decision as to where you wish to go. My eldest son has recently returned, and he will give you more information on our various fronts as you need it. Simply say, 'Praise the sun' and you will be guided to the correct direction. Make haste, though. He is as eager as I am to return to the battle."

His gaze stares into the distance, and you see lightning crackle in his hand. "They mass. I cannot tarry. Farewell." In a flash of red light, he and the guard around you vanish, leaving you alone with a dispersing crowd, Anthony, and a slightly malfunctioning Thirteen. You sense Lucian, but cannot get a fix on him other than close.

After Gwyn Leaves
"Well That sounds interesting. More Dragons like that one to fight...

Anthony, Come with me to somewhere out of the way.

I'll Head to somewhere quiet to talk.

"Well, I was hoping to explain this when Lucian was here. I guess I'll just have to repeat myself then.

Anthony. When I say Previous world. I'm not referring to different worlds in the same dimension. I'm referring to Different worlds in different Dimensions. I died and somehow You, Thirteen and Lucian came with me. I can sense that you all are like me now. If you are killed you will wake up in another dimension."

Thirteen lumbers behind at a safe distance. He draws a few stares, but not as many as he should be getting. Anthony simply listens.

"Oh. So, what, you are saying I'm like you, now? That's...kind of scary. Doesn't that bother you that this can happen?" He seems distressed about something. "I mean, you can't die, right?"

"And I think Lucian might know more than you think. He's always been quick about figuring things out."

"I knew that it was possible for people to follow a Verser and become a verser themselves.  But I have no clue about the mechanics of it. Something to do with a substance called scriff. But I have no clue how it transferred to you three. I suppose it is possible that it would transfer to someone that really shouldn't be Immortal. But I'm not seeing how this is scary.

It's a pretty good deal. When you die you get better and you don't age anymore.Plus you get to learn all sorts of things in new worlds. Like magic or new technology.

That is true. Lucian has probably put most of it together on his own.
Well, I'm going to go and see Lord Gwyn's son. What are you planning on doing?"

After I'm done talking to Anthony, I'll Look for Lord Gwyn's son by asking around and 'Praise the Sun' when appropriate.
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The first time you ask, the person rolls their eyes at you and irritably points you to the walls, willing to personally guide you as long as you don't say that to him again. You get the impression he hears it a lot. Anthony has to stifle laughter at the situation. Thirteen does not bother with restraint, and delivers hollow mechanical laughter, earning himself a baleful glare from the man guiding you.

You are led to another large man, a clean shaven individual who is cleaning the scales of a dragon. The two are quite alone, save for the knights in the area wearing a distinct sun symbol on their armor. You realize no knight except these ones has worn any insignia at all.

He looks to you, waves, and returns to his work. His red titanic companion snarls at you, smoke puffing from his nostrils. This one is a more traditional dragon, lacking a central eye like the other one had.

I'll take a look at both this man and his dragon that lacks that third eye with my chi sight.

"Greetings, I am called Magnus.
I assume you are Lord Gwyn's Eldest Son?
He told me to talk to you about The various fronts you are fighting on. so I can make an informed decision on where I would like to fight."

His yellow eyes look at you coldly. "So, my father sent you to fight the dragons and their forces." He sighs. "I wonder if it has ever occurred to my father to ask why anyone fights for the dragons at all. He is so hung up on his crusade, that he can't see peace even the possibility of peace."

Anthony lights up. "So, these dragons can be reasoned with?"

Gwyn's son, who's name you have not acquired, rolls his eyes. "Obviously. The dragon you see is not my servant. It is my friend."

"But, if you are as bloodthirsty as my father is, by all means. All fronts are really being pushed too far, too fast. We cannot consolidate these gains with the forces we have. Just because you can drive the enemy out an area, doesn't mean you can hold it. The only real question is your choice of allies. Or your choice of side."

"I not from around here. You father didn't quite get that.
So why are the dragons fighting you? I don't see how they would care is humans have a civilization."

"They don't care that we have a civilization. That's my point: we have Anor Lando. We don't need more." He seems to be reiterating an old and, to him at least, tiresome argument. "My father, however, believes that it is best for everyone if the influence of the gods was uncontested. So, off he goes on his crusade."

"Since you are not from around here, though...that's strange." He seems to have noticed something, and then dismissed it. "You look human enough. But your kind has always had something off about them. Bugs father endlessly. Thinks your kind needs the gods as well for guidance and prosperity."

"You would be surprised how well we do we do on our own...
Anyway what do you mean by something off about humans?

I'll consider your words and I will defend this place if it comes under attack. But right now I need to recover from my fight with that dragon."

What can I tell about Lord Gwen and his Son's divinity? What can I see about them in my chi sight?

How angry are the pattern spiders at me?

For a while I could see the future backlash from using my magic. What happened to that? I didn't dhow op at all in the last world.

You detect no anger in the world around you, and your chi sight indicates both of them are quite powerful, and they also have a Divine Fire inherit to their nature.

You see nothing, but an absence is more than you were seeing before.

"There is something wrong with your souls. A unique mark from your progenitor, the..." He furrows his eyes, trying to recall something. "...creator of your kind...hmmph."

"If you wish, you may remain and do whatever you want. Anor Lando is open to all who seek safety. I have work to do." He mounts his dragon with one mighty leap, it roars, and his men and him yell as one. "PRAISE THE SUN!"

And with that, he flies off, leaving you behind, and his men cleaning up the straw and scale sheddings from the site.