"Fuck you guys! Thoth out!"

Edited posts in Traveler, Mythal and Kylterran Storm threads to reflect my ignorance and the shame of metagaming.

Just remember you do not want to go too far in the along the current post Xy awaken timeline until my adventure is completed. Everything in my adventure happens before these event occur. Unless of course you want a paradox and the core Travelers to have never existed then please continue...

That sounds good let's continue

Where's my Traveler necklace and ring already assholes.

Test 2

"Why did you guys wake up Xy?"

"Hey Kid eat a dick!"

"Fuck you uncle Torate! You should teach me to fight because Seth is a little bitch."

Everyone knows woman can't take or give direction. You probably don't even know how to get to town from your daddy's house.

You forgot Orion on the Gimel Brood

I got a shitload more. I didnt get his background written up yet.

Kid you dirty dog :P

Guys I'm going to update the old The Dark Fortress II game with timeline and what had happened as a reminder since we played last. Will probably take me a few days to actually get things updated and typed up. If you need access again let me know on here with your rpol name and I will re-add you.

Click the link above to find game.
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:46, Mon 18 Sept 2017.

As soon as you rejoin the game and update your character sheets on the website I will award XP for the game session as well as for following GM rules (+2000 XP for character sheet update).

Kylterran population  - what was the last stated amounts we had written down?

I like turtles

I stick turtles in my ass for fun

Morla, The Ancient One and Crom like to play Turtle Head games

"Luk Terran and the Five Green Apes

Once upon a time there was a Crazied boy called Luk Terran. He was on the way to see his Friend Occubus Gimel, when he decided to take a short cut through Hinterlands.

It wasn't long before Luk got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Smokey, but Smokey was nowhere to be found! Luk began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Smokey. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw a Green ape dressed in a Black Cloak disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Luk.

For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed ape. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Luk reached a clearing. He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from Apple, a house made from Candy, a house made from Pork, a house made from Salt, a house made from Rum and a house made from Mead.

Luk could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.

"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Luk looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Luk a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Smokey!

"Smokey!" shouted Luk. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Smokey back!" cried Luk.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Smokey out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, five Green apes rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Luk recognised the one in the Black Cloak that he'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.

"Hello Big Ape," said the witch.

"Good morning." The ape noticed Smokey. "Who is this?"

"That's Smokey," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Smokey would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the ape.

The witch shook her head. "Smokey is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Luk interrupted. "Smokey lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Ape ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Ape looked at the house made from Mead and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from Mead if I wanted to."

"That's nothing," said the next ape. "I could eat two houses."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Smokey."

Luk watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Smokey to Big Ape. He didn't think Smokey would like living with a Green ape, away from his house and all his other toys.

The other four apes watched while Big Ape put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Ape. "Just you watch!"

Big Ape pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Candy. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Ape started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of Candy, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Ape.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Ape never finished eating the front door made from Candy and Smokey remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Average Ape stepped up, and approached the house made from Pork.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Average Ape. "Just you watch!"

Average Ape pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Pork. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After a while, Average Ape started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...

   ...and greener.

A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not a bush, I'm an ape!" said Average Ape.

"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."

"No! Wait!" cried Average Ape, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the ape away under his arm.

Average Ape never finished eating the front door made from Pork and Smokey remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Little Ape stepped up, and approached the house made from Salt.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Little Ape. "Just you watch!"

Little Ape pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Salt. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After five or six platefuls, Little Ape started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.

He stopped eating Salt for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.

But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Ape into the sky.

"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Ape. "I'm scared of heigh..."

Little Ape was never seen again.

Little Ape never finished eating the front door made from Salt and Smokey remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Tiny Ape stepped up, and approached the house made from Rum.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Tiny Ape. "Just you watch!"

Tiny Ape pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Rum. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

However, on the next mouthful, the food fell straight out of Tiny Ape's mouth. She tried to stuff in another forkful of Rum, but once again, the food fell out. There just wasn't enough room left in her belly.

"This is just not fair!" declared Tiny Ape, and stomped off into the forest.

Tiny Ape never finished eating the front door made from Rum and Smokey remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Even-Tinier Ape stepped up, and approached the house made from Mead.
"I'll eat this whole house," said Even-Tinier Ape. "Just you watch!"

Even-Tinier Ape pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from Mead. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Suddenly, Even-Tinier Ape stopped eating and started dancing. While he danced, he sang at the top of his lungs, "Mead! Watch me eat all the Mead!"

"It looks as though the Mead are making you hyperactive," laughed the witch.

"Oh no they're not!" cried Even-Tinier Ape. "I'm always this excited." With that, he walked into a tree.

Bong!

Even-Tinier Ape banged his head and fell backwards onto his bottom. He passed out, exhausted.

Even-Tinier Ape never finished eating the front door made from Mead and Smokey remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Smokey."

"Not so fast," said Luk. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from Apple. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the apes. He won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Luk.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Smokey back."

Luk ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from Apple and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.

Luk sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Luk. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Luk's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from Apple. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Luk was down to the final piece of the door made from Apple. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Luk had eaten the entire front door of the house made from Apple.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Smokey or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Luk hurried over and grabbed Smokey, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Smokey was unharmed.

Luk thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Occubus. It was starting to get dark.

When Luk got to Occubus's house, his Friend threw his arms around him.

"I was so worried!" cried Occubus. "You are very late."

As Luk described his day, he could tell that Occubus didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

"What's that?" asked Occubus.

Luk unwrapped a doorknob made from Candy. "Pudding!" he said.

Occubus almost fell off his chair.

The End

 Children’s book in the making!

Popular kids book sold in Kylterran by unknown author.

I read it to Charli. She said it was good. She changed her pink teddy bears name to Smokey :)

I guess rpol is dead for Palladium games now.

Notes I found on my phone. Last of the Palladium stuff I got so figured I’d throw it on here before deleting. Not even sure what it is all from. Probably shouldn’t have fried my brain with all those drugs over the years.

    Hightower convenes upper echelon meeting to consolidate power. Admits mistake in declaring an military emergency . Gave gelmirk access to powers he should t have and stalls it’s end with inquiry briefings during this meeting the western empire attacks


Will go 10,000 years into future meet descendants of the Mythal the Terrans in space on a ship the size of a moon. High tech powered by PPE in a fashion but no individual has magic. Some don’t even believe in it. All conventional magic was eradicated when Xy was killed, the gods died and Palladium was destroyed. The Terran city ship and accompanying fleet is all that is left. The fact that characters are there is proof that Mythal is failing or trying to save itself. Our attack does stand a very good chance we will destabilize Endlessness and unravel the timelines of all existences. The plan was designed by the man who killed Xy and that took out mother Palladia. will initiate combat if surprised. Ask if they are there to stop them. No? Good then they can get what they came for if?. Plus trade dragon helms. Old school for shiny Tony stark version. Helm will react to mythal purity in percentage relative to power accessible. or gimel blood which unlocks whole thing. They are astounded and use party to access STUFF they never could. Maybe exert some power over the Mythal. Which now controls everything in a deep state sort of way. The whole thing is a weapon a living spell with a city of willing sacrifices living in it to fuel the magic when the time comes. In a gigantic nature chamber is a millennium tree. It’s branches mostly bare and


   Start of the mission Tysaara has the goods on the kids. Catches them running away to save brother. Chides them for spoiled brats. Will not sell them down the river if they help her with a simulator project and clean out some lab space for her. She will apologize as they leave saying that there is a high probability this man is who he says he is says and will keep his word. It has to bl. She does not tell them it is in response to a distress call from endlessness. It’s coordinates in time and space using the transit outer lands network portal to endlessness. Tysaara has gone batshit crazy much like her mentor and has no problem risking the lives of the kids. They call for one of Gimel blood for the answer of how to kill Xy so she sends the most likely candidate.

On the ship... The Daughter of Tysaara and Smarty pants Gimel kills Xy 1213 years after he wakes up. Tells stories jovial up until you reach the garden. He mentions trading helmets with Paul. Collectors item, will make him envy of the entire Alliance. He mentions helmets again and says if love to trade really but his is actually permanent kind of. He removes a patch of the black metal from the back of his neck. It jellies up. All built into this. Say we are family I forget old customs. May I offer you an embrace my distant ancestor .He awkwardly hugs Seth and dips head from one side to the other as if kissing his cheeks. He whispers “If you and your friends want to live repeat these words as soon as you feel the connection. “Override Gimel-Yin-Odin. Initiate complete system shutdown authorization Alpha-Omega.
 When they reveal their true form(drop the Mythal matrix) it is a mind warping experience. So vastly alien        How do we know Tysaara isn’t just fucking with us and this

 Peeping PB 1st time at mythal kid training. “So we left the Mythal to watch children train? This is obviously some secret stuff if it’s way out here like this. Why are they letting us watch?”

“Bitch what’s my name! Specifically my last name. I exploit every opportunity and privelege afforded to me.  Besides the creation of this team is of upmost importance. I’m not fucking around here

Our parents are 1st generation wealth raising us as twisted version of aristocracy and they were straight up rogues, murderers and thieves.

Grizzly human prisoner bald old man raggedy pants no shirt muscled torso scar covered. Refuses to take off wrist and ankle chains and manacles. Can slip them at will and can utilize them expertly as weapons and a tool.  Ancient master.


 Occubus takes tower up into  city sized spaceship on the dark side of the moon. This ship is controlled by Shiola the machine man. He has his own legions. It is the dead body of an ancient. A smaller but still gargantuan ancient is underneath Kylterran and being studied by Tysaara and company.

Royal blood will awaken Lord Paltron. He is from the future/past it’s all the same to him. Most badass merc time Traveler ever From world where elder alloy originated. (Lizard Mage Metal is their “fossil fuel” What’s left of the bodies they inhabited the “sword” is what’s left of their soul)Destroyed by power behind king in Crimson Birthed the old ones with the death of both powers in their timeless clash. Made a Traveler by Occubus on Silvek Prime 10,000 or so years from now. Trapped by Lictalon in this forsaken prison of Xy and his closest cronies. “You look like him.” Trapped in this pitiful sleeve forever by that accursed weapon. (See hands) Last of the elder race not that any of these elves believe it. Or their ancestors by the looks of them. How long has it been since the truce of slumber?

  Shabbala, Koregidor. Tarsee


Tysaaras “computer” connected to ring in fancy case. Plane of Transit Outerlands. Integrated into elder panel. Tendrils/conduits giger style extend down through floor into chamber below where the connect with elder ship.

As Kid walks down the stairs surprised at his own concern more than anything a couple of things occur to him. One all the minor accounting and day to day details of running the black market in an inter dimensional trade port is fucking boring. Sure he is a multi billionaire from his business alone but this is about to be the first potentially legit fight he has had in a long while. Looking around at the smirks on some of the Gimel brood he finds himself hoping it’s a good fight. While somewhat amusing these little shits blew in and overwhelmed security in a very public way. The last thought that occurs to him is a serious one and that is the realization that an example has to be made.


  I can’t call you Kid cause you’re an old man. Not gonna go with dad either that feels weird. If you train me we can settle on sir or teacher. If you do a good job maybe even master but I’m pretty sure I’ll pass you up as soon as I hit puberty. I’ve studied every fight you’ve ever had. Seen all of em’ all the ones all the Travelers ever had. Even better I’ve lived them from most of the Travelers own points of view. I rode inside your bodies and felt it all. The pain and fear and excitement, even what you’re thinking. grandpa Occubus built the ansible to back up copies of himself and all the rest of you Travelers and disguised it as a training simulator. The stuff Ben has done with it has been wizard-shit. He has been the one teaching me to get the most out of it. Normally I guess your not supposed to be able to have full access to people’s memories and stuff but he is a sneaky fucker. He even tapped into the Mythal but then Tysaara showed up and checked his ass. Now they are working together doing some crazy evil shit. At least if you can believe Seth. He’s always spying on people and he was telling it to his elf boyfriend like he believed it. I was chameleoned on the ceiling because fuck them am I right?

^ whatever moms name is ghost


Who is this ! Lobel? Tysaara?
Think of Palladium and then outer space the galaxy that lies beyond and the universe beyond that. Enclosed as we are in this Old Ones prison. Consider we are but a blip in a seemingly infinite universe. To conceive exploring that is preposterous. Now consider all of that is just a blip of light connected to a black tapestry that shines like its own universe of stars. All the realms, planes, dimensions, realities, whatever you want to call them all multilayered sheets of infinite reality eternally connected by endlessness. Immediately accessible in any point in time and space by one who can navigate it. Last time I actually saw Occubus the black stuff was swimming around in the whites of his eyes and pulsing in his veins. “We’re always becoming something.” He said before leaving. That was awhile back. He doesn’t come in the mythal much and I don’t leave it. He used to send me instructions and updates all the time but I have not heard from him in over a year as if time has any meaning

Gnome vampires
Seth’s shortlist; PBJ (Paul Bunyan Jr.)
Tymora, Sethalas, Turil’s Daughter Koach’s kid; wereshaman, pick up Orion’s kid.

Skill programming in the simulator. Clips and soundboard


Time distortion cell is like being high. First it’s scary because not expected. Then after you calm down it’s fun and chill. Then you realize it’s not going to stop how long has it been going on. Minutes, days, years? No body functions can’t have been that long. Can’t feel body functions IQ ME checks. Low ME thinks it’s been thousands of years and trapped forever beneath rubble of city maybe a psychic. Jailer will come and see condition make them promise to be good and then take them to a regular cell.

Mr. C visits And sets up business. Slave trade and feed the needy
Gord and Ferret break out the kids. Bribe needed to not take home. 1/2 gold and something magic. Looman is in town with prototype war frigate. Flying the emerald banner with emblazoned gold tree that is the standard of Kylterran in the position of honor on the aft sail. The frigate is low slung and angular yet still massive. It’s three masts rival any warship in the Palladium world in size but in majesty few if any can match them. The sails are ice dragon hides a dull grey blue in color that blends in nicely with most oceans. When full the sails bow out and they are angled back slightly giving the ship a bird of prey appearance. Around 13,000 years ago the Imperial Elven navy had almost exactly the same design of battleship. Only different now because the Kylterran shipwrights and alchemists improved upon the original . The mizzenmast and whatever the other is called are xft tall old growth oak trees harvested from inside the mythal so they are nearly indestructible. The main mast is a monstrous xft and is even closer to indestructible because it’s alive. The mainmast is a branch of the great tree of Epim. It passes through the top deck and all the way to hull where it’s roots extend out into a moss that grows along the entire bottom of the hull. Many sailors sleep down there as do the druids, earth warlocks and the like. It’s comfy and perfect temperature no bad dreams and all that jazz


Ships complement of specialists.

Meet with Kyton?

The first elves from the ehlosa Elfhome ya ken? The center, the how you say true world from which all others are cast shadow.”

Elvensia winken blinken nod. Powers beyond the gods beyond the ancient ones. The great game is afoot. Princess Tarsa, Lord Paltron. Master of the blade. Only creature outside the line of ... to wield... and live. Awakens from slumber inside a gem. Not a morning person. Massive elf nearly 8ft y’all and having a frame like bear with muscles that look like steel cables. His hands and forearms are covered with runes that throb dully with a dark radiance. The skin otherwise from elbow down is a pallid unhealthy color. Costs to do business with that one. Lost say 20% of me hand speed and strength with at. Fookin gollop of a tragedy is what it was but I get by. You boys should stretch

Tarsee
Travel back to elf home war against old ones in land of dreams and shadow. Shadows closer to the center are the deepest and most dangerous. Everything that happens to you there happens to your body in the waking world. Death is permanent. Long trip through the mind of a slumbering Old One. Once quest is over the megalith will sink and old one will impart power on Malakron. Blood must be balanced. Gift must be accepted.

Some elves want to use Sethalas as a politically charged figurehead. Second coming etc.

Sethalas dreams of Turils daughter. Doom without her.
Turils daughter injured in attack by Orcs. Look up trine in NW Turilntake to moonwell The milky water ripples and then spouts up forming into hand that flows over her ruined face and spilled guts beckoning her down into the Moonwell mythal ghost lingering. Even if she had not been losing consciousness she would have went. Disappearing beneath the surface she meets Konshu and offered patronage. Millennium tree above drops leaves and branches along with a seed pod full of gold  that transforms into moon knight suit and pendant. Weapon?

Sethalas must walk the pattern through the shadow of endlessness to inherit his birthright. :Insert name:thevsword that’s not a sword. Must do alone blah blah blah. He is dying and Seth breaks tradition if no others do. He calls Travelers to him. All become linked to Ehlosa even non elves which sparks murder night serious internal strife that only war can solve. Sethalas must lead to war against... king in crimson

Group travels path through shadow, time, dimensions etc. together and apart sometimes as their distant ancestors or alongside them.

Seth wakes groggy body and mentality of five year old. Though extremely intelligent and clever as well as half feral with the survival instinct of a wild animal. “What are you doing in my head? Voice of a young boy scared but forceful. “Your not dead.  I talk to dead ones and beasty ones but your some aht else. The feeling of fear slips quickly to one of hope. It is a strange encompassing sensation as if Seth is both a passenger and actually this person at the same time. He feels as if he could somehow exert control but feels that would be wrong. He is brought back from his musings by a question to from the savage boy that he has become. Can you get me out of this cage? I’ll be good, I won’t destroy worlds like he says. I’ll kill the beasty ones and take their magic! He hisses in a fierce whisper the tone though childlike strikes Seth in a deep familiar way. A small shadowy figure flits to the edge of the cage. Tiny hands clutch the iron bars in a white knuckled grip.

Letter to solarius - who did land belong to? Western Empire. Send them gold and rune weapon. Offer scholarships. They say fuck you

Lobel visits Solarius? Port defense measures, warlock engineers want to go over harbor instructions from Occubus wants to make a mythal.

Roeina drinks the fermented millennium berry and truth serum.
Husband was “blankety snoot of the pooty bloodline”. He was guardian of the sacred grove beyond the valley of mist that leads to Ehlosa ancestral elven homeland.  His son is in the line of ancient kings. And so is Torate if not from as prestigious a house. That’s why Kyton put me here. I wasn’t happy but he created the Porter society and the upper echelon insisted. It felt deceitful then I fell in love then I could never figure out how to tell the truth. Whew glad I got that out this wine is the the most fabulous thing I’ve ever drank. Oh wow you may leave that’s what I’ve been so scared of. I always acted like it never mattered like I was above it. Cool aloof confidence bordering arrogance. It was the same with… Sethalas father…  Truth is I love you more than him. More than anyone ever

About a year ago

You have been doing good here and are much stronger as well. All the better for what comes. In a years time this next spring equinox it will be time to get back to work. There are a couple of tasks I would burden you

Tome of Dark knowledge
Meet king of bizantium work out deal. Work with Kaleb.

Meet Wolfen emperor and work out deal to Ally against old ones promise 1/2 Eastern Territory??


?? Nuke lemeria TAke tower and army to Baalgor Wastelands have fully prepped for invasion of Eastern Territory next spring equinox They’ve been waiting on ya

Be in Kylterran spring equinox. Study this mythal breaking.



Garrett vists Torate in peakview while Seth and Sethalas training. He was about to chew their ass. Seth distracted while normal perfect if unimaginative form. Sethalas lazy by Torates exacting standards. Seth will be a great fighter and is already a good one. Sethalas has the capacity to be one of the greats but does not seem to have the fire in his belly. More interested in poetry and playing the lute lately.

Hey Torate how’s it going? Hopefully one day you might do is the honor of training this one. He will probably be good. To quote my ex m-wife “Samael is sheer genetic perfection and he carries none of your inferior material.”  That’s why I’m here actually. Tysaara has told me to take our child and leave promising she will provide and visit from time to time. It is for the best and it’s what I’m doing. Going to take Sam here up to a new ranger steading about twenty miles northwest of the mythal. I’m pretty exceptional myself the way she remade me. Traveler type shit  but I don’t have it in me to try and be a hero. To hear Tysaara tell it I am programmed to fulfill the exact purpose she intended me for. She isn’t even trying to be mean she is just a stone cold bitch man. She thanked me saying that it was her love of Garret that drove her to push the limits of her magic into unimaginable places. In the end she said I was but a pale reminder of love she had for a long dead boy. A better build in every way but still just a copy. One night she explained academically how she applied what she learned while creating time to create armies of genetically superior clones whatever the fuck that means! Anyway I know you were or are her friend and your a Traveler so I figured you might wanna visit her. There is some freaky shit going on below her happy hospital. The kind of party you and your buddies used to show up to and start murdering folks. Anyway look us up if your ever out our way. Good fishing and hunting. Natural arbolyte territory. I’m gonna claim about five hundred acres along the old dried up river Northwest of here. The way you fucking warlocks meddle with shit it will be prime river front property in no time.

Torate watches as Garrett walks away hand in hand with his son. Parentage highly questionable but still definitely his son for all that truly matters. Torate understands better than most. He watches Seth and Sethalas walking away along the same path the two young men joking good naturedly with young Samael. Torate cannot help but feel a twinge of pride even though he’s pissed at them. After all he knows they are up to something but they are hiding it pretty well. They have definitely hid whatever it is from their mothers. So he turns his mind to Tysaara. It’s true he hasn’t seen her in a few years but his memories of her are nothing like the monster Garrett was describing.


All the magic storm ends. Portal Tysaara and identical from a distance triplets. Armor laminated samurai style but almost like a padded skin tight version with capes and weird headgear. Female olive skinned and slant eyed exotic features like mix of Japanese and Elven. She flies in and zaps fools in half homelander style. Occasionally Superwoman’s the shit out of some for emphasis. The beams cut the double black arms. The game is afoot. Second twin male very unemotional flies down into barbarians who mob his ass into a pile. The pile erupts a second later a writhing serpent with a hide of glittering diamond bursts forth from the pile. The crystalline scales are like razors honed impossibly sharp and they rend flesh everywhere they touch. The serpent coils out twenty feet long and widens to a slender five foot around. Silvery insectile tentacles burst out thirteen in all and they stretch out up to twenty feet. The tentacles lashout with superhuman speed and strength sending their crystalline barbed heads completely through barbarian bodies sometimes two or three of the humans at a time.

third to the face of the third is hard to describe. Porcelain perfection maybe but not in an artificial way. The beauty is so stunning it’s almost offensive and seems genderless. Her hands rest on two hilts thrust into the red sash at her waist. Oddly there are no swords starched to them that is until she draws She has a great wakizashi sword in one hand and a katana in the other. She is over weaponed for her diminutive 5’4 but it doesn’t seem to slow her as she lands near innermost guard surrounding the Wild Lord god. Her armor is identical to her comrades but her cape is a opalescent white with gold trim and sash. She begins whirling her swords in a kata her limbs seem to flex in an odd way maybe elongate but that’s not really the best word for it. They kind of warp and the effect is that the long implements of death in her hands whirl of ridicubulous angles and mind numbing speed. Her form stutters forward and stretches out each step like a stitch in time leaving a mirror image behind. Each step forward another duplicate appears the process repeating six times. All six doppelgängers move forward in a synchronized fashion wakizashi and katana whirling in timed death. It is a frightening display but then it becomes worse depending on ones point of view of course. The sixth blinks out and pops back into existence now in front of the the first. I say blink because it happens that fast and then that rapid succession continues back to front like some kind of infernal machine moving inevitably forward until the it slashes into the barbarian honor guards. The most fierce and accomplished warriors from all the tribes are represented among the ninety-nine honor guards. Most being the personal guard of their various Jarls they are also the most well armed and armored. The silvery runes in the alien alloy of the Wakizashi flare as the blade at the head of murderous line sings towards Rolf Vergensen a seven foot, three hundred pound bulk of flesh and muscle holding massive kite shield almost as tall as he is. The shield reputed to be indestructible once belonged to a frost giant chieftain and has been the prize possession of the Silver Bear tribe for four generations. Rolf  begins a lazy looping overhead swing with his warhammer holding his shield before him to block the blade of the diminutive woman. If the blade of the wakizashi slows upon contact with the four hundred year old shield it is imperceptible to normal senses. The enchanted alien alloy parts the metal of the shield like the proverbial hot knife through butter continuing on through Rolf’s forein the slinging  trails of red and gibbets of flesh.

Once anti-magic cloud hits Tysaara hits the ground gracefully. Sneers and strolls forward she gestures her arms back and forth gracefully in wide arcs as if conducting a symphony. The oncoming waves of black armed berserkers are are all stopped short as they fall in heaps and dissolve in agonizing fashion. Her minions take care of the rest and god boy stands inside a circle of heaped death. The god before her takes the spray, thats what it is actually a fine mist spray of really bad juju from a galaxy far far away, in the chest with merely a snarl. The triplet with the phenomenal eye beam blasts said beam into the things side. It flinches but doesn’t split in half or even seem overly wounded like the mere mortals. Tysaara cocks her head and raises an eyebrow. The pupil quickly bows her head in obeisance and turns her deadly beams to the barbarians that actually make it past her sisters. Godboy let’s loose with a torrent of deific fire that doesn’t seem to mind the anti-magic cloud much. Tysaara is engulfed in the giant swath of flame that continues to flow out of the hands of godboy with no sign of stopping. Something begins glowing and pulsing inside the river of flame. The god fire is being sucked into something like a portal into the vacuum of space. The fire is completely extinguished by a three foot glowing black rune floating in the air before Tysaara. It crackles with pulsing silver energy and seems in conflict with the anti-magic cloud as tendrils of lightning fork down and fizzle into it. It actually seems in conflict with existence as it draws in even the light around it. Tysaara brows knitted in concentration shouts a slur of mystic mumbo like a kiyah and the rune shatters like glass. The shards streak forth striking godboy in the chest. The illusion drops . The pulsing black shards slowly sink into god flesh and bocephus roars in agony. The wail of a dying god is something to make even dragons shudder and no one on that battlefield or wall that day will ever forget it. Bocephus claws at his flesh which comes off in chunks as the black matter invaded him from the inside out. Within seconds he is a writhing mass of black goo that shrinks down smaller and smaller until it pops in silver flash and is gone. Tysaara wipes at her brow and flicks away the sweat as she spins on her high heeled boot and strolls back towards the border of the Mythal. Her triplets join her and as soon as they hit the line they vanish.

Support: General Hightower (check) bombards with TK artillery strike. I know I wrote this. Anyway a party favor, campfire in a can and then drop the big metal dick on that right flank for the crazy lady they look strong there and about to make a push.” He winks at the commander showing him he has a sense of humor. The Elven commander merely nods as an affirmation. He might as well wear the faceplate down on his lizard mage armor for all the expression he typically shows.  Turning he barks out in a firm professional clip. “Artillery teams 14-16 make ready!” Though there is no way they could have heard his verbal order over the thousands of feet distance atop the megalithic 300ft wall. Nevertheless the black clad troops scramble to action across the three massive firing platforms closest to the enemy host. In the center of each platform is a 75ft monstrosity of modern art made of lizard mage metal. The main structure looks like a large hexagonal pillar flanked by two 25ft triangular ones. The ugly statues begin to move revealing their true beauty. The main pillar swings down pivoting on the smaller ones showing it to be  convenes upper echelon meeting to consolidate power. Admits mistake in declaring an military emergency . Gave gelmirk access to powers he should t have and stalls it’s end with inquiry briefings during this meeting the western empire attacks


Will go 10,000 years into future meet descendants of the Mythal the Terrans in space on a ship the size of a moon. High tech powered by PPE in a fashion but no individual has magic. Some don’t even believe in it. All conventional magic was eradicated when Xy was killed, the gods died and Palladium was destroyed. The Terran city ship and accompanying fleet is all that is left. The fact that characters are there is proof that Mythal is failing or trying to save itself. Our attack does stand a very good chance we will destabilize Endlessness and unravel the timelines of all existences. The plan was designed by the man who killed Xy and that took out mother Palladia. will initiate combat if surprised. Ask if they are there to stop them. No? Good then they can get what they came for if?. Plus trade dragon helms. Old school for shiny Tony stark version. Helm will react to mythal purity in percentage relative to power accessible. or gimel blood which unlocks whole thing. They are astounded and use party to access STUFF they never could. Maybe exert some power over the Mythal. Which now controls everything in a deep state sort of way. The whole thing is a weapon a living spell with a city of willing sacrifices living in it to fuel the magic when the time comes. In a gigantic nature chamber is a millennium tree. It’s branches mostly bare and


   Start of the mission Tysaara has the goods on the kids. Catches them running away to save brother. Chides them for spoiled brats. Will not sell them down the river if they help her with a simulator project and clean out some lab space for her. She will apologize as they leave saying that there is a high probability this man is who he says he is says and will keep his word. It has to bl. She does not tell them it is in response to a distress call from endlessness. It’s coordinates in time and space using the transit outer lands network portal to endlessness. Tysaara has gone batshit crazy much like her mentor and has no problem risking the lives of the kids. They call for one of Gimel blood for the answer of how to kill Xy so she sends the most likely candidate.

On the ship... The Daughter of Tysaara and Smarty pants Gimel kills Xy 1213 years after he wakes up. Tells stories jovial up until you reach the garden. He mentions trading helmets with Paul. Collectors item, will make him envy of the entire Alliance. He mentions helmets again and says if love to trade really but his is actually permanent kind of. He removes a patch of the black metal from the back of his neck. It jellies up. All built into this. Say we are family I forget old customs. May I offer you an embrace my distant ancestor .He awkwardly hugs Seth and dips head from one side to the other as if kissing his cheeks. He whispers “If you and your friends want to live repeat these words as soon as you feel the connection. “Override Gimel-Yin-Odin. Initiate complete system shutdown authorization Alpha-Omega.
 When they reveal their true form(drop the Mythal matrix) it is a mind warping experience. So vastly alien        How do we know Tysaara isn’t just fucking with us and this

 Peeping PB 1st time at mythal kid training. “So we left the Mythal to watch children train? This is obviously some secret stuff if it’s way out here like this. Why are they letting us watch?”

“Bitch what’s my name! Specifically my last name. I exploit every opportunity and privelege afforded to me.  Besides the creation of this team is of upmost importance. I’m not fucking around here

Our parents are 1st generation wealth raising us as twisted version of aristocracy and they were straight up rogues, murderers and thieves.

Grizzly human prisoner bald old man raggedy pants no shirt muscled torso scar covered. Refuses to take off wrist and ankle chains and manacles. Can slip them at will and can utilize them expertly as weapons and a tool.  Ancient master.


 Occubus takes tower up into  city sized spaceship on the dark side of the moon. This ship is controlled by Shiola the machine man. He has his own legions. It is the dead body of an ancient. A smaller but still gargantuan ancient is underneath Kylterran and being studied by Tysaara and company.

Royal blood will awaken Lord Paltron. He is from the future/past it’s all the same to him. Most badass merc time Traveler ever From world where elder alloy originated. (Lizard Mage Metal is their “fossil fuel” What’s left of the bodies they inhabited the “sword” is what’s left of their soul)Destroyed by power behind king in Crimson Birthed the old ones with the death of both powers in their timeless clash. Made a Traveler by Occubus on Silvek Prime 10,000 or so years from now. Trapped by Lictalon in this forsaken prison of Xy and his closest cronies. “You look like him.” Trapped in this pitiful sleeve forever by that accursed weapon. (See hands) Last of the elder race not that any of these elves believe it. Or their ancestors by the looks of them. How long has it been since the truce of slumber?

  Shabbala, Koregidor. Tarsee


Tysaaras “computer” connected to ring in fancy case. Plane of Transit Outerlands. Integrated into elder panel. Tendrils/conduits giger style extend down through floor into chamber below where the connect with elder ship.

As Kid walks down the stairs surprised at his own concern more than anything a couple of things occur to him. One all the minor accounting and day to day details of running the black market in an inter dimensional trade port is fucking boring. Sure he is a multi billionaire from his business alone but this is about to be the first potentially legit fight he has had in a long while. Looking around at the smirks on some of the Gimel brood he finds himself hoping it’s a good fight. While somewhat amusing these little shits blew in and overwhelmed security in a very public way. The last thought that occurs to him is a serious one and that is the realization that an example has to be made.


  I can’t call you Kid cause you’re an old man. Not gonna go with dad either that feels weird. If you train me we can settle on sir or teacher. If you do a good job maybe even master but I’m pretty sure I’ll pass you up as soon as I hit puberty. I’ve studied every fight you’ve ever had. Seen all of em’ all the ones all the Travelers ever had. Even better I’ve lived them from most of the Travelers own points of view. I rode inside your bodies and felt it all. The pain and fear and excitement, even what you’re thinking. grandpa Occubus built the ansible to back up copies of himself and all the rest of you Travelers and disguised it as a training simulator. The stuff Ben has done with it has been wizard-shit. He has been the one teaching me to get the most out of it. Normally I guess your not supposed to be able to have full access to people’s memories and stuff but he is a sneaky fucker. He even tapped into the Mythal but then Tysaara showed up and checked his ass. Now they are working together doing some crazy evil shit. At least if you can believe Seth. He’s always spying on people and he was telling it to his elf boyfriend like he believed it. I was chameleoned on the ceiling because fuck them am I right?

^ whatever moms name is ghost


Who is this ! Lobel? Tysaara?
Think of Palladium and then outer space the galaxy that lies beyond and the universe beyond that. Enclosed as we are in this Old Ones prison. Consider we are but a blip in a seemingly infinite universe. To conceive exploring that is preposterous. Now consider all of that is just a blip of light connected to a black tapestry that shines like its own universe of stars. All the realms, planes, dimensions, realities, whatever you want to call them all multilayered sheets of infinite reality eternally connected by endlessness. Immediately accessible in any point in time and space by one who can navigate it. Last time I actually saw Occubus the black stuff was swimming around in the whites of his eyes and pulsing in his veins. “We’re always becoming something.” He said before leaving. That was awhile back. He doesn’t come in the mythal much and I don’t leave it. He used to send me instructions and updates all the time but I have not heard from him in over a year as if time has any meaning

Gnome vampires
Seth’s shortlist; PBJ (Paul Bunyan Jr.)
Tymora, Sethalas, Turil’s Daughter Koach’s kid; wereshaman, pick up Orion’s kid.

Skill programming in the simulator. Clips and soundboard


Time distortion cell is like being high. First it’s scary because not expected. Then after you calm down it’s fun and chill. Then you realize it’s not going to stop how long has it been going on. Minutes, days, years? No body functions can’t have been that long. Can’t feel body functions IQ ME checks. Low ME thinks it’s been thousands of years and trapped forever beneath rubble of city maybe a psychic. Jailer will come and see condition make them promise to be good and then take them to a regular cell.

Mr. C visits And sets up business. Slave trade and feed the needy
Gord and Ferret break out the kids. Bribe needed to not take home. 1/2 gold and something magic. Looman is in town with prototype war frigate. Flying the emerald banner with emblazoned gold tree that is the standard of Kylterran in the position of honor on the aft sail. The frigate is low slung and angular yet still massive. It’s three masts rival any warship in the Palladium world in size but in majesty few if any can match them. The sails are ice dragon hides a dull grey blue in color that blends in nicely with most oceans. When full the sails bow out and they are angled back slightly giving the ship a bird of prey appearance. Around 13,000 years ago the Imperial Elven navy had almost exactly the same design of battleship. Only different now because the Kylterran shipwrights and alchemists improved upon the original . The mizzenmast and whatever the other is called are xft tall old growth oak trees harvested from inside the mythal so they are nearly indestructible. The main mast is a monstrous xft and is even closer to indestructible because it’s alive. The mainmast is a branch of the great tree of Epim. It passes through the top deck and all the way to hull where it’s roots extend out into a moss that grows along the entire bottom of the hull. Many sailors sleep down there as do the druids, earth warlocks and the like. It’s comfy and perfect temperature no bad dreams and all that jazz


Ships complement of specialists.

Meet with Kyton?

The first elves from the ehlosa Elfhome ya ken? The center, the how you say true world from which all others are cast shadow.”

Elvensia winken blinken nod. Powers beyond the gods beyond the ancient ones. The great game is afoot. Princess Tarsa, Lord Paltron. Master of the blade. Only creature outside the line of ... to wield... and live. Awakens from slumber inside a gem. Not a morning person. Massive elf nearly 8ft y’all and having a frame like bear with muscles that look like steel cables. His hands and forearms are covered with runes that throb dully with a dark radiance. The skin otherwise from elbow down is a pallid unhealthy color. Costs to do business with that one. Lost say 20% of me hand speed and strength with at. Fookin gollop of a tragedy is what it was but I get by. You boys should stretch

Tarsee
Travel back to elf home war against old ones in land of dreams and shadow. Shadows closer to the center are the deepest and most dangerous. Everything that happens to you there happens to your body in the waking world. Death is permanent. Long trip through the mind of a slumbering Old One. Once quest is over the megalith will sink and old one will impart power on Malakron. Blood must be balanced. Gift must be accepted.

Some elves want to use Sethalas as a politically charged figurehead. Second coming etc.

Sethalas dreams of Turils daughter. Doom without her.
Turils daughter injured in attack by Orcs. Look up trine in NW Turilntake to moonwell The milky water ripples and then spouts up forming into hand that flows over her ruined face and spilled guts beckoning her down into the Moonwell mythal ghost lingering. Even if she had not been losing consciousness she would have went. Disappearing beneath the surface she meets Konshu and offered patronage. Millennium tree above drops leaves and branches along with a seed pod full of gold  that transforms into moon knight suit and pendant. Weapon?

Sethalas must walk the pattern through the shadow of endlessness to inherit his birthright. :Insert name:thevsword that’s not a sword. Must do alone blah blah blah. He is dying and Seth breaks tradition if no others do. He calls Travelers to him. All become linked to Ehlosa even non elves which sparks murder night serious internal strife that only war can solve. Sethalas must lead to war against... king in crimson

Group travels path through shadow, time, dimensions etc. together and apart sometimes as their distant ancestors or alongside them.

Seth wakes groggy body and mentality of five year old. Though extremely intelligent and clever as well as half feral with the survival instinct of a wild animal. “What are you doing in my head? Voice of a young boy scared but forceful. “Your not dead.  I talk to dead ones and beasty ones but your some aht else. The feeling of fear slips quickly to one of hope. It is a strange encompassing sensation as if Seth is both a passenger and actually this person at the same time. He feels as if he could somehow exert control but feels that would be wrong. He is brought back from his musings by a question to from the savage boy that he has become. Can you get me out of this cage? I’ll be good, I won’t destroy worlds like he says. I’ll kill the beasty ones and take their magic! He hisses in a fierce whisper the tone though childlike strikes Seth in a deep familiar way. A small shadowy figure flits to the edge of the cage. Tiny hands clutch the iron bars in a white knuckled grip.

Letter to solarius - who did land belong to? Western Empire. Send them gold and rune weapon. Offer scholarships. They say fuck you

Lobel visits Solarius? Port defense measures, warlock engineers want to go over harbor instructions from Occubus wants to make a mythal.

Roeina drinks the fermented millennium berry and truth serum.
Husband was “blankety snoot of the pooty bloodline”. He was guardian of the sacred grove beyond the valley of mist that leads to Ehlosa ancestral elven homeland.  His son is in the line of ancient kings. And so is Torate if not from as prestigious a house. That’s why Kyton put me here. I wasn’t happy but he created the Porter society and the upper echelon insisted. It felt deceitful then I fell in love then I could never figure out how to tell the truth. Whew glad I got that out this wine is the the most fabulous thing I’ve ever drank. Oh wow you may leave that’s what I’ve been so scared of. I always acted like it never mattered like I was above it. Cool aloof confidence bordering arrogance. It was the same with… Sethalas father…  Truth is I love you more than him. More than anyone ever

About a year ago

You have been doing good here and are much stronger as well. All the better for what comes. In a years time this next spring equinox it will be time to get back to work. There are a couple of tasks I would burden you

Tome of Dark knowledge
Meet king of bizantium work out deal. Work with Kaleb.

Meet Wolfen emperor and work out deal to Ally against old ones promise 1/2 Eastern Territory??


?? Nuke lemeria TAke tower and army to Baalgor Wastelands have fully prepped for invasion of Eastern Territory next spring equinox They’ve been waiting on ya

Be in Kylterran spring equinox. Study this mythal breaking.



Garrett vists Torate in peakview while Seth and Sethalas training. He was about to chew their ass. Seth distracted while normal perfect if unimaginative form. Sethalas lazy by Torates exacting standards. Seth will be a great fighter and is already a good one. Sethalas has the capacity to be one of the greats but does not seem to have the fire in his belly. More interested in poetry and playing the lute lately.

Hey Torate how’s it going? Hopefully one day you might do is the honor of training this one. He will probably be good. To quote my ex m-wife “Samael is sheer genetic perfection and he carries none of your inferior material.”  That’s why I’m here actually. Tysaara has told me to take our child and leave promising she will provide and visit from time to time. It is for the best and it’s what I’m doing. Going to take Sam here up to a new ranger steading about twenty miles northwest of the mythal. I’m pretty exceptional myself the way she remade me. Traveler type shit  but I don’t have it in me to try and be a hero. To hear Tysaara tell it I am programmed to fulfill the exact purpose she intended me for. She isn’t even trying to be mean she is just a stone cold bitch man. She thanked me saying that it was her love of Garret that drove her to push the limits of her magic into unimaginable places. In the end she said I was but a pale reminder of love she had for a long dead boy. A better build in every way but still just a copy. One night she explained academically how she applied what she learned while creating time to create armies of genetically superior clones whatever the fuck that means! Anyway I know you were or are her friend and your a Traveler so I figured you might wanna visit her. There is some freaky shit going on below her happy hospital. The kind of party you and your buddies used to show up to and start murdering folks. Anyway look us up if your ever out our way. Good fishing and hunting. Natural arbolyte territory. I’m gonna claim about five hundred acres along the old dried up river Northwest of here. The way you fucking warlocks meddle with shit it will be prime river front property in no time.

Torate watches as Garrett walks away hand in hand with his son. Parentage highly questionable but still definitely his son for all that truly matters. Torate understands better than most. He watches Seth and Sethalas walking away along the same path the two young men joking good naturedly with young Samael. Torate cannot help but feel a twinge of pride even though he’s pissed at them. After all he knows they are up to something but they are hiding it pretty well. They have definitely hid whatever it is from their mothers. So he turns his mind to Tysaara. It’s true he hasn’t seen her in a few years but his memories of her are nothing like the monster Garrett was describing.


All the magic storm ends. Portal Tysaara and identical from a distance triplets. Armor laminated samurai style but almost like a padded skin tight version with capes and weird headgear. Female olive skinned and slant eyed exotic features like mix of Japanese and Elven. She flies in and zaps fools in half homelander style. Occasionally Superwoman’s the shit out of some for emphasis. The beams cut the double black arms. The game is afoot. Second twin male very unemotional flies down into barbarians who mob his ass into a pile. The pile erupts a second later a writhing serpent with a hide of glittering diamond bursts forth from the pile. The crystalline scales are like razors honed impossibly sharp and they rend flesh everywhere they touch. The serpent coils out twenty feet long and widens to a slender five foot around. Silvery insectile tentacles burst out thirteen in all and they stretch out up to twenty feet. The tentacles lashout with superhuman speed and strength sending their crystalline barbed heads completely through barbarian bodies sometimes two or three of the humans at a time.

third to the face of the third is hard to describe. Porcelain perfection maybe but not in an artificial way. The beauty is so stunning it’s almost offensive and seems genderless. Her hands rest on two hilts thrust into the red sash at her waist. Oddly there are no swords starched to them that is until she draws She has a great wakizashi sword in one hand and a katana in the other. She is over weaponed for her diminutive 5’4 but it doesn’t seem to slow her as she lands near innermost guard surrounding the Wild Lord god. Her armor is identical to her comrades but her cape is a opalescent white with gold trim and sash. She begins whirling her swords in a kata her limbs seem to flex in an odd way maybe elongate but that’s not really the best word for it. They kind of warp and the effect is that the long implements of death in her hands whirl of ridicubulous angles and mind numbing speed. Her form stutters forward and stretches out each step like a stitch in time leaving a mirror image behind. Each step forward another duplicate appears the process repeating six times. All six doppelgängers move forward in a synchronized fashion wakizashi and katana whirling in timed death. It is a frightening display but then it becomes worse depending on ones point of view of course. The sixth blinks out and pops back into existence now in front of the the first. I say blink because it happens that fast and then that rapid succession continues back to front like some kind of infernal machine moving inevitably forward until the it slashes into the barbarian honor guards. The most fierce and accomplished warriors from all the tribes are represented among the ninety-nine honor guards. Most being the personal guard of their various Jarls they are also the most well armed and armored. The silvery runes in the alien alloy of the Wakizashi flare as the blade at the head of murderous line sings towards Rolf Vergensen a seven foot, three hundred pound bulk of flesh and muscle holding massive kite shield almost as tall as he is. The shield reputed to be indestructible once belonged to a frost giant chieftain and has been the prize possession of the Silver Bear tribe for four generations. Rolf  begins a lazy looping overhead swing with his warhammer holding his shield before him to block the blade of the diminutive woman. If the blade of the wakizashi slows upon contact with the four hundred year old shield it is imperceptible to normal senses. The enchanted alien alloy parts the metal of the shield like the proverbial hot knife through butter continuing on through Rolf’s forein the slinging  trails of red and gibbets of flesh.

Once anti-magic cloud hits Tysaara hits the ground gracefully. Sneers and strolls forward she gestures her arms back and forth gracefully in wide arcs as if conducting a symphony. The oncoming waves of black armed berserkers are are all stopped short as they fall in heaps and dissolve in agonizing fashion. Her minions take care of the rest and god boy stands inside a circle of heaped death. The god before her takes the spray, thats what it is actually a fine mist spray of really bad juju from a galaxy far far away, in the chest with merely a snarl. The triplet with the phenomenal eye beam blasts said beam into the things side. It flinches but doesn’t split in half or even seem overly wounded like the mere mortals. Tysaara cocks her head and raises an eyebrow. The pupil quickly bows her head in obeisance and turns her deadly beams to the barbarians that actually make it past her sisters. Godboy let’s loose with a torrent of deific fire that doesn’t seem to mind the anti-magic cloud much. Tysaara is engulfed in the giant swath of flame that continues to flow out of the hands of godboy with no sign of stopping. Something begins glowing and pulsing inside the river of flame. The god fire is being sucked into something like a portal into the vacuum of space. The fire is completely extinguished by a three foot glowing black rune floating in the air before Tysaara. It crackles with pulsing silver energy and seems in conflict with the anti-magic cloud as tendrils of lightning fork down and fizzle into it. It actually seems in conflict with existence as it draws in even the light around it. Tysaara brows knitted in concentration shouts a slur of mystic mumbo like a kiyah and the rune shatters like glass. The shards streak forth striking godboy in the chest. The illusion drops . The pulsing black shards slowly sink into god flesh and bocephus roars in agony. The wail of a dying god is something to make even dragons shudder and no one on that battlefield or wall that day will ever forget it. Bocephus claws at his flesh which comes off in chunks as the black matter invaded him from the inside out. Within seconds he is a writhing mass of black goo that shrinks down smaller and smaller until it pops in silver flash and is gone. Tysaara wipes at her brow and flicks away the sweat as she spins on her high heeled boot and strolls back towards the border of the Mythal. Her triplets join her and as soon as they hit the line they vanish.

Support: General Hightower (check) bombards with TK artillery strike. I know I wrote this. Anyway a party favor, campfire in a can and then drop the big metal dick on that right flank for the crazy lady they look strong there and about to make a push.” He winks at the commander showing him he has a sense of humor. The Elven commander merely nods as an affirmation. He might as well wear the faceplate down on his lizard mage armor for all the expression he typically shows.  Turning he barks out in a firm professional clip. “Artillery teams 14-16 make ready!” Though there is no way they could have heard his verbal order over the thousands of feet distance atop the megalithic 300ft wall. Nevertheless the black clad troops scramble to action across the three massive firing platforms closest to the enemy host. In the center of each platform is a 75ft monstrosity of modern art made of lizard mage metal. The main structure looks like a large hexagonal pillar flanked by two 25ft triangular ones. The ugly statues begin to move revealing their true beauty. The main pillar swings down pivoting on the smaller ones showing it to be