You manage to grab his foot and nock him off balance but he does something strange in response. He once more grabs the edge but this time he flings himself off it at a strange downward angle.

I know I said lazy GM time, but give me a perception check.

I instinctively feel that being here is a bad idea. So I jump down to follow him. I'm going to try to land on him to break my fall.

You fall for a bit and eventually see a familiar sight namely a ledge exactly like the one you just jumped off of, and your opponent just recovering from his fall. Which goes poorly as you shift your weight so you land on him. While defiantly hurt by that he manages to shove you off of him.


He is attempting to send you over the ledge.

I note the accumulated strangeness. The strange disembodied voice, the cave with the moving platform. the Foxman made of fire. The Looping closed space that the cave is in and The fact that the foxman did something impossible and threw me off of him from the ground with enough force to send me over the ledge again. All of that cause me to realize that this is a dream. So as I fly through the air I try to assume Direct Control of the dream. But... Something stops me. and I fall down the hole and loop through again. This time landing on the side opposing the Foxman.

"... What the hell is this? I know this is a dream. And what the hell are you suppose to be Foxman?"

You feel a definite shutter go through the place, the orange pulsing light comes back with it. "Ascended One there is only one in this place. As you have realized if it is anything it is you." You start to hear the opening of Guren Lagan's Fight the Power which is immediately interrupted "NO! No, stop we aren't doing that right now." as if obeying the voice command the music immediately stops.

The fox man's torso seems to dissipate momentarily possibly from the blow (your previous landing), maybe from the realization or voice speaking. but once it is again consistent flames it assumes a more boxing stance and shifts very close to you for a 1-2 jab.

"pfff... of course my unconsciousness flows like that... Now I need to determine what you are Foxman. Some Aggressive part of me?"

The Firefox closes with me. I get into stance again and instinctively parry just enough that the strikes glance off of me.
While he is close I will try to knee him in the gut then back off.

"Ok. You are connected to my Aggression, Anger or Rage somehow. What happens if I force myself to calm down?"

I deliberately void my mind and not think of anything.  Only defending myself with instinctive parries and dodges.

Fox-man looks frighted and tries to pump its chest when it sees you are still ignoring it, he makes a haymaker swing. In your state of calm you easily dodge. He flickers slightly but your allowance of aggression permits him to keep existing, he does shrink a bit but other ways seems fine. After a moment to adjust to his new size he leaps for your head.

I grap him out of the air by the neck and then slam his smaller body on the ground while holding him there.

I'll Channel my aggression into being as scary as possible so that the Foxman can understand my words.

"Listen up Foxman and listen Well. I can kill you whenever I feel like it. But I like your Spirit. So I am going to offer you a deal and you can take it or fade back to nothing when I Wake up. Serve me and I will call you to fight what I wish to fight. I will give you a mind to Express our anger with more than your fists. And I will make it so that you don't fade to nothing when I am not feeling aggression.

Now. Will you Serve me?"

He looks up to you and points to the fire that birthed him. As he dissipates back to the fire you gain an intuitive understanding that as something always apart of you, all you lack is the power to summon him.

"hmmm... I guess I will need to come up with a name for you and figure out how to summon you."

I look around at the glass smooth walls and the opening that is out of reach above me.

Then I go down the hole and slide down the wall to the opening. Keeping myself slow enough with friction to be able to grap the ledge of the opening as I pass and then pull myself inside.

     The slide down is faster that you intended but you manage to catch the edge anyway and pull yourself in. As you stand up the previous room dissipates into nothing. You weave and wound through ever smaller corridors every turn seems to increase the frequency of the orange outline/breathing. Finally you come to a blocked corridor, at first all you see is a pair of glowing eyes, but as you approach the figure you see a human face whose size takes up the entire corridor with exception to the very edges which are filled with shadows. It  appears to be male shaggy but smooth hair is mostly obscured in stubborn shadows that refuse to move even for the illuminating breath coming from the face’s flattened aquiline nose.

     *Sharp Breath* “Ascended One…“ The words are drawn out, and despite the calm expression of the face the pin prick eyes fixate on you with great intensity.

I stare down the big face and Simply ask

"Ok. So what are you suppose to represent? The Angry Foxman was connected to my Aggression, Anger and Wrath somehow."

"Aggression...is merely a single aspect..." He snorts. "I am closer to a reflection, a united state of being. What is power unguided by the mind? What is a mind without the power to act? I ask these things of you, Ascended  One."

"... That would depend on how much power or lack of power we are talking about.

If the power without a mind is within the range humans can oppose then it is simply a wild animal. More that that, Then it is a Disaster that destroyes what it passes through.  Alternatively,  if you are being literal with the No Mind aspect then it's power doesn't matter because it can't think to act.

As for the mind with out power. If the power is comparable to most human then they are just a powerless as everyone.
If the mind has no power to act at all. Then they are effectively imprisoned. And there is very few people that I would wish that fate on.

Why do you ask, Reflection?"

If such were possible the eyes narrow further. "Yes a disaster not unlike what a verser who neglects to think through his actions might impose... Imprisoned?... like a reflection watching as its caster brilliant as he is not implement his mind WITH HIS POWER!?!" His eyes widen with the final three words his once calm visage is quickly turning to one of anger. The room distorts to account for him standing up, his four massive lion paws come into view as the darkness recedes as does his magnificent scarlet mane and wings with colors of dancing fire. His next words are roared. "I asked you these things because I am YOUR reflection Ascended One." He stands in a regal yet aggressive stance as the room expands becoming opal amorphous material that you can see clearly without his interface anymore.


You intuitively know that the substance is safe and that it has some other properties not yet obvious.
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"So you are afraid of what I Might do if given the power of magic? Therefore you are just going to keep it for yourself,  never giving me a chance to learn control and Improve. Nevermind that I could improve things and help people with magic.

Perhaps you could give me a little bit of magic to learn control with and prove myself?"

His response is in growls and roars. "What good are words? PROVE TO ME YOU ARE MORE THAN YOUR CHARACTERS!" He does a massive wing assisted backflip moving several meters away. When his hind feet make contact with the opal substance he flaps his wings. The pressure is barely a breeze to you, but you notice the floor is changing consistency, rising and falling like waves in the wind.

The liquid opal has yet to reach you, how will you respond?

"Fine. I will."

I breath in, filling myself with the breath of the universe, Ki. I let it flow through me and ignite my crimson aura. I ignore the limitation of my physical form and leap as far as I will with the malleability of dreams. I land on the male Sphinx. I don't land on the back of the neck like I was aiming to because the manticore dodged. But I landed on his front leg and Then leap towards his jaw, Punching it as I pass. Then Landing in the Liquid opal.
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For the briefest of moments the Opal substance reflects more of the red spectrum, turning the arena crimson, this effect is very short lived, blink and you miss it short. As you rear back to make your punch the Opal substance assist you, wrapping around your fist and causing you to go fast enough to replicate the hit you envisioned. Enough to force the sphinx to take a step back and stagger him as you fall into the Opal liquid its consistency changes to feel as you imagined it would and you feel the surface underneath change to the roughness you thought would be there.

I realize that the opal substance responnds to my imagination and thoughts... And if that is the case, it gives me an massive advantage. Let's try it out.

I imagine countless chains coming out of the opal and binding the Sphinx's wings, legs tail and head. And anchored securely to the rocks walls and floors of the cave. All this while the Sphinx is stunned from my hit earlier. The chains go taunt and the Sphinx is unable to move.

If that works, I will get up and walk in front of the Sphinx.

"I assume this is my imagination. If that is the case, then I could have done a lot worse. Still not a good way to show you that I have restraint... if we where not here, you would have kicked my ass."

     His claws click in sequence as he glares at you, he gives no further struggle as he recognizes that this is effectively what he asked for. "I am a reflection of you, a challenge is worth more than victory. If I fought you anywhere else as you are now I would have won.....But victory was not the point." A guttural growl escapes his throat. "Dawn is coming, you will awaken soon. Until next time Exalted One, behind your eyes I am always watching..."

     As he trails off, you are jolted awake like your consciousness has been slammed back into your body. As he said it is dawn and it seems the girls are already up and packing it seems they were saving waking you for last.



"G-good morning!" Echo states chearily, despite a slight stutter. "Well your just in time, breakfast is ready."
After breakfast/mild conversation over said meal, they throw the last of the supplies on board and continue on the trail.




I would have liked to have kept the fight going, but I feel I was holding it up. And all thoughts of how to continue it felt cheap. Anywho switch to your Hero character sheet now feels like a good place to transition. Having met your avatar has caused a paradigm shift. Or at least that's how I wanna think about it.

I was admitably in a bit of a rush doing this before getting the kids.

... I don't think that was a dream.

I'll eat and chat and then get into position to guard the supplies.

Sorry for the short reply

With everything and one in position the vehicle revs to life, and of- "Wait I forgot Snuggs!" Echo jumps out of the jalape, and you hear Seth face palm below. Echo returns in short order with a stuffed alien animal that has been well worn over many years. As she is buckling back up you can hear Seth's foot tapping iratably, one gets the impression this may be a common occurrence. After one moment of silence off you go, for reals this time.

After a good 5 hours on the road you can just make out something in the distance like a tiny thin needle poking up from the distance. "You can just about make out the tallest bit of GlassCliffs in the distance, don't let it fool you though we still have three and a half hours, maybe less if we skip lunch." Echo can be heard grumbling at the idea.

I'll Comment.
"I would rather not skip Lunch. What is the GlassCliffs?"

The Jalopy pulls over to the side of the road and the girls pull out a very collapsible umbrella for shade. As the prep the site and lunch, "GlassCliffs is one of the larger port cities on the planet.


I'm just gonna leave it like this on the off chance I actually ever get around to finishing this post, again I don't think I'll ever have the energy to do so. But it feels wrong just to leave this tab open and to just toss out what I was in the middle of.