Describe a typical day in your character's life. No other rules at this point.

As a young talented wizard in his teens, Jack has been attending the Osguld School of the Arcane Arts in the capital of his homeland, Wysteria. Giving up his life as the son of a local weather-master, he had traveled to the school and was accepted with very little in the way of hiccups due to his natural talent and capacity.

Every day begins dawn with a brief trip into the enchanted shower in the shared dormitory, he usually only needs to wait a few minutes as everyone is in a hurry. He quickly washes and then heads to breakfast where he almost always has eggs and toast.

After that is a series of classes in various arcane fundamentals, spell casting and even a class in combat casting which is mostly just dueling with a partner in a controlled environment to prevent death.

Lunch is whatever is served after his combat casting class, as he's usually quite tired and needs the energy to keep going.

After lunch is a period of self-study where he clears up any private-study/homework required by the instructors in the earlier periods, and initial bits of work are done on the larger projects.

Evening class is for his focused studies as a oombat mage, focusing on his ability to throw around lightning, hand to hand combat if they get too close, and the work necessary to become a Mage Knight.

Once again, he retires for a small touch of self-study in the library before spending a small amount of time socializing.

  Glitch fasenned the thinmawatsit to the shaft heavy bolt caster she had scavenged off the whirlyjig. The fact one had crashed into the hole she lived in was lucky, it carried lots of usefull parts but to have a weapon like this was even more useful. It had a human name, something to do with a forge god, but all rat spirits in her head made it hard to think about such things.... who cared what names the weaver gave it's toys the rats only cared about taring them apart, or her making better use of them.

  This one she modified for single fire and imbued a spirit of shadows into it, it would share it's gifts through the weapon. At least she hoped so, she had to drag the damn thing here while fending off z0mb13s, damn things where a pain and they where to nasty to eat unless she was desperate and the parts in them where often in to bad of a shape to be much good scavenge.... they where seldom worth the trouble of dealing with. Which was why she was building her guard dog.... or gaurd rat... porcupine.. scorpion ... thingy?  Ya probably just best go to with guard rat.  Ok maybe the high caliber gun mounted to a prehensile tail was a bit much and she hadn't built the tail to well... it could use some work and some armor but it's not like the z0mb13s could get to it easly.

   She liked the desine, a large rat body, metallic spikes that could be lifted up electrified over it's back (she had thought of making them shoot out), and multiple legs for stability. She had even though of smaller gun points on the leg joints.... but for now she just used the whirlamajigs blades to weaponize the legs. A large chunk of the roof of the massive skyscraper they lived in fell from the sky above long ago and made quite the sizable hole into the substrate layers bellow, sense then it was used as a garbage dump by the people living in the dying sector. She wouldn't need move it out of the pit to get any parts.

   No time like the present right? Though there was quite a few arguments from the many rats in her mind the majority loved the idea of summoning a servant of Rat into such a body to fight in his/her name (few could really agree on Rats gender).  When she tried though she never thought to take into account the necrotic energies from the not to far off nectropipelse that was constructed deep in the maintenance tunnels between floors that the calapse into the substrate had unbarred, and the sorce of so many z0mb13s in the pit. When she tried to practice arts of spark, calling on the wyld she instead found the rust and the wyrm answering. A twisted and corrupted porcupine spirit inhabited the metal before she could stop the ritual and the machine came to life.

  Along with one human expletive and several dozen rodent ones she was skittering across the trash heaps using her tail to fling things at it's sensors/eyes. The machine brought one of it's rotter blades down on her though and with a burst of fera speed she dove out of the way and started moving faster, Rats blood pumping harder through her vaines the rust and rage burning under her skin. She typed in come comands into the keys on her wrist and tried to summon up a mirror through her hack of the magic mirror system, however the system down here was iffy as it was and when the rathog-bug thing brought it's legs down on the sputtering ball of mercury as it tried to form it splattered about into pools of malfunctioning nano-machines. Then she hurd the barrels on the Vulcan cannon spin up, oh hey that's what it was called.... wait who carred it was going to fire on her!

  She grunted and pulled out a 6volt battery and bit into it and she winced as the acid burnt her face as she guzzled it down and a bullet tore a chunk out of her side spilling her guts across the rusted rebar she ran across. It stung going down but the charge she gave it and the spiritual infusion through it energized her and helped her run even faster than before helping her avoid most of the hail of gunfire. Then she heard it.... the CLUNK as the barrels stopped spinning and locked into place. A mix of chittered curses followed as she knew what was to follow, she had to get rid of that gun, she hated destroying her own work.... but this was the way of rust to end the workings of the weaver to brake the steel and tare it down.

  A bolt of screaming shadow and hatred screeched through the air, but she was gone it it exploded into the trash heap spending up a cloud of debree. Worming her way through the spirit paths she reappeared behind her foe a split second later and landed on the tail warping her legs around it and putting her hands together as every fur on her body stood on end, the massive electrical charge her body stored pouring into her fingers. A discharge of charged ions fired from all of her fingers into the gun as she pushed them down into it, biting down so hard she was drawing blood she pushed harder as the melting metal gave way to her burning hands. She would defiantly have third degree burns from the melting metal and some fingers might not work for a while but that gun would NOT be firing again.

  She leap away from the molten gun frame and shaking the bits of burning flesh and molten metal off her hands and rolled along the scrap, getting a few cuts and scrapes on jagged pieces of metal, before getting up and dashing in the direction of her home. She had to get some help, there where others thought in the way of spark, rust, and steel... she knew rust shamans that might be able to control such a best and draw it from the metal. She was supersized at first to find them when she came to this world, different names for the same things but they where here.

  She punched in commands into the keys on her wrist, she couldn't summon up a mirror in combat like this, the nanite system was not working well enough in her sector for it to be fast enough, but the bit of captured mirror in the device she used to hack it was already stabilized.... sorta. With the commands entered the machine came to life and the mirror formed pair of linked nanite pools creating a wormhole between two parts of the sector. She ran diving into her home skittering underground into the caverns quickly running to the device, she knew she didn't have much time before it could dig it's way down here but she underestimated how little time she had as when she dove into the magic mirror a leg form the metal monster came down into the mirror as well slashing through it and the machine hacking the system and establishing it sending a burst through the system.

  Last thing she saw was the helicopter blade mounted leg coming into the mirror and the pain of the loss part of her leg and most of her tail as it collapsed on the other side and the odd feeling of the fluid like nanites flooding down around her as the wormhole started to collapse.


Her unconscious, and now seemingly human body was spit out in a pool of damaged nanites, wearing nothing but a messy stained and torn up labcoat, a pair of wierd goggled wired into her brain, and very primitive-looking keyboard pitboy like device wired into her arm and a tool belt.  She had a rather sever gunshot wound and several miner ones, acid burns on her face (and down her throat), her fingers and hands where burnt up to the point that some had the muscular burnt off, and one of her lower leggs was .... just.... gone, from where the wormhole collapsed.

And she was laying there in god knows where, in some other world, with that broken mech scorpion leg and bubbling nanites.
This message was last updated by the GM at 04:53, Tue 05 Apr 2022.

(can just replace the name with giberish for now... or   Shiva?)

  In a bubble of pure Order the realms God of creation had created to keep this world from being consumed by the chaos of creation and the void between realms was a small island a few miles wide floating in the voids.... one where all out war had broken out.

   A massive city of an airship floated in the sky as a dragon, nearly the size of the dragon, fought with a machine artifact that was nearlity it's size made up of tanks, submarines, vessiles of war, weapons, homes, and thousands of other structures and machines constantly shifting shapes and taking new forms to attack. It had once been tech-guantlent but it's nature and use had been twisted by it's owner to be something else.  The island was ingulfed in crystal rose structures elemental chaos beams at attackers, and many other artifact based attacks and attackers.

   The old artifact smiths home was in rubble and it was a sad sight to be sure... Salphron had saved this realm once before and was it's chosen, and was chosen as the world sharper master of artifacts to be his apprentice. But a greedy chosen had bribed the goods and worked to steal away and gather as many artifacts and chosen as she could, focusing all her time feeding those artifacts power to grow them in strength... and while Salphron worked to better his people and his clan... she worked to form a corrupt corporation that stripped the lands of there resorces and took all the money they could for themselves.....

   And now they had come for his artifacts, and his clan's claims to be chosen.... they couldn't share power... they wanted it all.

   She was on the fringes in her giant fighting off the attackers, trying to hold the gates. She had already broken there portal, but they some how had created here own into the world... did they have the creator Gods help? Had he too been bribed, or did they betray them because of there undeath... or because they knew of his failer to save his last creation from the void between? Because they knew of the horrors outside reality? Ether way they had help that could brake HIS Protection on there portals. So she had to destroy them as they appeared to stop the flow of reinforcements.

   Then came the call to return to the necropolis.... they where falling back?!? She started her retreat but was assaulted by one of the enemy chosen.  She was the canident of ice, so she had some of the power of a chosen.... and Salphron had lent her some of his powers and artifacts so she was not unable to protect herself.

   The fight was still rather one sided thankfully thought the giants shield, a large sea shell, was surprisingly durable for something that wasn't an artifact. But the fight keep her on the tiny islands orbiting the main where the portals where forming and when the machine inside the necropolis powered up drawing in the souls of the dead and draining the crystals powering the island and the shield went up around the island... followed by a pulse of necrotic energy killing most of the attackers inside it and drawing more souls to fuel the machine.... she found herself on the outside.

   The fighting stopped for a second as the horrific sound echoed through the space as it powered up and with a flash of light it was gone, and the Godly barrier around the space was shattered, the chaos and void pooring in.

   And then the screams started.

   Including her own.

   Her mind shattered and pulled itself together all at once, she was herself once more the magics that subjugated her mind so long ago where gone with the one she was to serve no longer in the universe and her no longer in any universe. Though it was not what it once was, she was once a thing of life and spring, now she was death and winter. It sickened her... though not because of what she had become, it was her nature, but because one had twisted her and dominated her so at all. It was such a great insult! But the void was closing in consuming everything left behind.

   She could barely remember her own name her memories were so messed up S.... something... it started with an S... sliphy, saline, silna, Shiva? Shiva didn't quite sound right but it would work... a stolen name was better than no name. Least she remembered what the bastard that claimed her tought his 'pupil'. She assessed her knowledge and resources quickly... she had her belongings stashed away with her in the skull... books, nick-nacks, money, elemental crystals, bed, mostly useless stuff....  The crystal regalia, and crystal staff she had where crumbling with out the rose to sustain them...  She discarded them for the robes of the candidate of ice, not as powerful as a chosen's or the roses regalia but least they where still stable. The giant had an artifact but it was a sword... massa... or was it mumma... it was one of the two, commpleatly useless hunk of steel right now, what was it going to do cut the void?  Then there was the Giant itself..... that..... that could help.

  She stripped away the control on the giant causing it to fall apart slowly as it was mindless undead, and then starting striping away all the reinforcements on the body drawing in all the wards and spells shifting them to the skull. She grew the bone sealing the one eye left open shut closing off the skull air tight and hopefully void tight. She used all the energy and wards to reinforce the durability of the skull. Draining all the stats of the giant and focusing them all onto the constitution of the skull and skull alone.. Then she weaved the bones around the skull bringing them in, and the large powerfull shell shield, and started draining there calcium and compacting it into a super dense shell around the skull. She used what knowlage she had learned from crafting for Salphon and from learning from the World Fordger too.... she didn't think this could create an artifact but it would create a powerful item combining the remains of the remains of the giant and the shell shield. To that she drew in a darkness crystal and shattered it into smaller crystals and flung them into orbit around a chaos crystal... into that orbit she pulled in the fadding remains of the crystal fragments of the rose's power and she pumped as much choas into them as she could lighting them up like fire of creation to hold back the darkness of the void.

  And so she made a little refuge... an island of bone, chaos, and death in sea of nothingness with the water rising around her. But at least the screaming had stopped... it was so distracting.

  She when to the books in the small library she had and started to poor through them. She didn't think she had enough of anything to create a portal into reality here but maybe there was something to get her out of this situation.
This message was last updated by the player at 08:53, Sat 23 Apr 2022.