"So, your next tale begins here? You must think it important to be this detailed."

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While being reconstituted from having his vision taken out, Magnus's jumbled vision had enough time to register a green ball of what would have been magical terror to anyone else, but was simply one of Magnus's bigger spells to him. Even so, this one was pure power, even by his metric.

His unconstituted form was battered and destroyed, his reforming vision blackened out once more before turning into a swirl of silver and argent light, attempting to forcibly reconstitute him into a horrid construct of bone, metal and glass. The nature of Sol synergized with the demonic radiation engaged in a push and pull on his very essence, and his verser nature proved to be the tipping point in the debate of what Magnus was going to become.

Magnus was reborn, his birth cry being a spreading corona of aquatic, watery flames that birthed an alien oasis, washing out from him to the surrounding black glass that made up the ground, crushing it into soil, and causing oddly geometric flowers to bloom forth.

His vision stabilized. His avatar was gone. Tariel was no longer a companion, but now a part of him, an extension of his own will.

Only Magnus was left, with only his own thoughts about what had just happened and the glare of the clear aqua sky above.

I blink a few times and look around noting any land marks or other features of note.
He finds Unfettered in his hand And The Hoarfrost Giant's sword on his back along with the Karnstein sheath for unfettered is also on his back. the sack with his few possessions hangs on his belt. How is this stuff still here?

He checks the bit of his soul that stores the blueprints for Last Citadel and notes that He manage to get Faithful Avenger. Perhaps he manage to defeat Lucian with that Final Strike?...

He then feels the Link he has with Tariel and asks him
How are you feeling? Did that hurt you?

After talking with Tariel to make sure he is ok. Magnus starts taking off his armor to make the ritual to examine himself easier. He sits down to meditate for a bit and focus on the flows of power within himself. Feeling out the power that ...Rebuilt? him.
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:56, Wed 01 Jan 2020.

Of course I am okay. Tariel sounded a bit...off, even through a psychic connection. However, it seems you have been altered, and myself with it. This is strangely empowering, and I believe I have grown beyond normal limits.

Unfettered is no longer in its sheath, although he senses that one could simply reach sideways and get it, just by reaching back to the sheath. Indeed, all of those weapons are there, along with the feeling of having an infinite forge of anything he wants within his reach, a factory that has yet to be fully restored to its rightful glory, a field filled with army destroying weapons meant to be given in turn to an army that will annihilate all who oppose it under the Green Sun and the supplies to field them. The giant's weapon is gone - obliterated by the energies that had just rebuilt him.

That said, there are ice crystals sprouting from the ground amidst the flowers and grass. How long they will last under this sun is another story. The weapon will not be missed for long.

He feels the magic around him, but it is unresponsive. The harsh techniques of dark magic could simply tear the power out of the air around him at a cost, but there otherwise seems to be some kind of strange ritual either required or encouraged before power can be tapped into here - a lock barring it, with a key of unknown yet somehow simple nature. Inside of himself, he feels a strange ionic storm and a zigzag series of power circuits that his body has rewritten itself to move energy along.

And right now, those power circuits have a lot of conduits that end at the joints of his limbs, shoulders, elbows, knees, fingers, toes, and the heels, oddly enough. His head feels clearer than ever - an understanding that no one is perfect, all must beware falling victim to the self, and all must simply strive to do their best, whatever the personal cost. He's pretty sure this idea makes sense...alien though it is.

Maybe Tariel's just rubbing off.

Either way, Magnus feels like a living weapon that can make more weapons.

The wind simply howls as the air returns here, blowing debris and sand around him up and into the sky. The sky goes dark, and the sun is momentarily blotted out. Magnus, and his oasis, are a strange calm in this sandstorm as a mushroom cloud announces the arrival of a verser and the change they wrought.

He swears he hears the faint sound of cheers and engines, but he cannot pinpoint where.
This message was last edited by the GM at 09:40, Sun 12 Jan 2020.

I am glad you are ok, Tariel. How have you grown beyond your normal limits?


Magnus feels the thing sideways from him and gets the impression that he can draw things from there. But can he put things there?

He takes his helmet and pushes it sideways into the space that he feels connected to him. If this work he will pull it back out and store it again to get the feel of doing this. Then He will store everything he has besides the cloths on his back.


He feels the circuits and the ionic storm within himself.
Magic Circuits like Fate Stay Night? This will require examination.
But not now. I could force the issue. But it is not worth annoying reality just yet. Let's see if I can figure out what hoops the world wants me to go through for magic.



hmmmmmmm... Does the other space control the temperature?

He breaks off a few ice crystals and stores them to see what happens to them later.

He thinks some more.
I felt my Avatar get Destroyed or... Eaten By me. Yet. I feel that I can still do magic if I wanted to. Was this fusing with my Avatar like Chang told me about? This is incredibly weird. I am literally standing under a mushroom cloud as it forms.

Object could enter and leave easily. It was a subspace set within himself.

Around Magnus, the ground rumbled one more time, the skies cleared, and he had enough time to realize that he had somehow caused some kind of chain reaction simply by coming into existence here. The ground began to buckle and reform, with the flat lands around him rupturing forward into hills. A mountain emerges from in front of him, and part of it cracks to pour water out from it.

He knows this is not his power, but something he did jump started something else. The technical power that flowed through the ground screamed in objection as another system pushed it out. His oasis was turning into the bottom of a valley.

Green, strangely geometric blades of grass emerged from the ground. Everything here had the quality of being created, and yet it had all the impressions of being life otherwise.

After five minutes, and he was pretty sure the shaking was simply in his mind at that point, actual rumbling was felt in the ground as part of the mountain blasted free. Lights, technological in nature, beamed out from the sides of the mountains as a fairly large group was apparently driving out of the mountain side in his direction.

A group of about fifteen on stylized motorcycles made it to him first, led by some wiry woman with a busted, heavily scarred face, and keeping up with them was a heavily modified bulldozer with cannons mounted on its front.

The woman yelled something to him, clearly a challenge as she drew what was unmistakably a submachine gun, but there was a sound like an engine rumbling very, very loudly all around him, drowning out all other sounds. The others with her were well armored for people who were clearly either finding or scavenging their own stuff, and looking at him with war-hungry eyes.

Master, I cannot hear what this savage is saying. It seems to be something rude with unwise intent. We must show them mercy - they know not what they are trifling with.

Behind them was a slower convoy of vehicles of much larger size. There looked to be around one hundred vehicles with aggressive signs on them, followed by other vehicles of a more distinctive nature, all with trailers that had slabs and various construction materials on them.

I Stand to my full height and Shout back over the idling of their engines.
"I am New here. So you Don't know who you are Dealing With. Therefore, I will allow you to take back your challenge. Otherwise I will have to knock you out."

I stand there obviously fearless. I don't regard their group as a threat.

Honestly, I don't expect that they will back down. If they try to shoot me, I will dodge towards their leader then charge with a restrained Strike.

Magnus witnesses the woman get a confused look on her face. She turns to one of the others next to her and starts yelling, looking back and forth as she gestures them to turn their bikes off. As they do so, she seems to yell something at the makeshift tank, and the smoke stops rising from it.

The rumbling doesn't stop, and it drowns out what appears to be an amused question, which looks to him like "what was that?" She has a twisted smile on her face, although the scarring really wouldn't allow any other type. Her firearm is pointing to Magnus, but she's disguising like it is a casual action, propped up on the bars of her chopper.

At this point, Magnus hears a screeching noise like a radio, and the engine noises go silent as he hears a woman's deep voice. Okay, so this thing actually does work on you. Keep T-Bone busy for a bit. That's the fucked up looking lady with the two souls...or man. I don't know what you see her as. She says she's a she, and we don't argue here.

Stall them. I am on my way. We are well armed, and my guys are fucking psycho. Don't panic.

"Hey!" The scarred woman the voice called T-Bone yells out, and discharges three rounds from her weapon into the ground next to Magnus. "I'm talking to you, asswipe! What the fuck did you just say to me?!"

I don't react to the bullets striking the ground near me.

"I told you to back down from your challenge. You and your men wouldn't survive If I fought you Seriously... But you wouldn't believe that.
How about this? How about you come off that motorcycle and fight me? I'll even allow you to use your gun and your armor to make it as fair as possible. "