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Post by Moe on Feb 1, 2021 14:44:26 GMT -6
And in a flash of magical light, a group of people appeared in a strangely-lit room, with floating images surround them.
"Where are we?" said Mark, unamused.
"The in-between!" Ikuki beamed, gesturing to the images around them. "It's a magical hub-world where you can access any reality you wish! Since nobody could decide on our starting scene, we start here."
"What." Alex said, flatly. "This seems highly illegal in the magic community."
"Only if it's canon." Ikuki grinned.
"So, where do we start?" Alex asked.
"That's up to the next player!" Ikuki looked at something that wasn't there.
"Ikuki, hun, I love you, but you're weird." Mark patted her on the shoulder.
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Post by Banshee on Feb 1, 2021 17:29:13 GMT -6
Jasmine and Tex were having a merry old time just conversing with their group of Scavengers. Suddenly a massive black vortex appeared beside them. Tex and Jasmine weren't sure what sorcery concocted such a strange phenomena but either way, neither one of them wanted to enter it first.
So what happened next?
A massive gloved hand reaches out from the portal. Its goal was to grab whoever it could at first.
Davis was the unfortunate soul to get grabbed at first. He clung onto his pair of twin half-sisters. Both Kyra and Agatha tried to save him from the strange Master hand's grasp. But alas, Davis' gloves slipped off of his hands and he was pulled into the abyss first.
The next victim was caught off guard. Tex was the next sucker to be grabbed. Phantom and Jasmine tried to pull her away. She even tried using her portal abilities to escape. But just like Davis. She was not capable of escaping and the final words that came from her mouth was; "Aw crap!"
The pair of them fell from the dark abyss. Tex landed perfectly on a conveniently placed chair. Davis on the other hand, landed in her lap. He glanced at her and gave her a flirty wink.
Tex was instantly disgusted by him and shoved him onto the floor. "Where are we?"
Davis sat up. "Hey! Look! People I don't know. Or if I do know, I hope I didn't steal anything from you."
Tex glanced up to see massive words that read; "CHOOSE YOUR ADVENTURE"
"HOLY MACARONI! WE LANDED INSIDE OF A D&D CAMPAIGN." Davis said to Mark, Alex, and Ikuki. "I totally call dibs on Bard. And a magical destination would be pretty boss."
"I do not have magic. I am machine..." Tex frowned. "And I refuse to be anything organic."
Then there was another scream. Phantom hollered when he fell from the abyss. He landed in his own chair, upside down. "Hey Tex!"
"...Dang it. I thought I could get away from you..." Tex slapped her hand against her face.
"Yeah! I totally want a magical area with some dragons and adventure! Maybe something like fairy tales coming to life to kill us and we need to save the world from them!? Oh! Or maybe, a space marine battle thing?"
"I have only been here for about 2 minutes and I already have a headache." Tex mumbled.
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Post by Lith on Feb 6, 2021 14:38:27 GMT -6
Another bright flash filled the room and two figures materialized beside each other several feet above the ground. One landed with grace and poise, guns drawn, and with the vigilance of cornered wolf. The other hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.
“Urgh... What the hell?” Enigma groaned, picking himself up in a daze. He wore, oddly enough, a loose bathrobe over his fully costumed body, and a sleeping mask decorated with the winking eyes of Sailor Moon covered his goggles. “Did my belt go on the fritz again? And right in the middle of spa day? Just my luck...” said Enigma, lifting the mask off his face and quickly scanning the room. “Or not? Random assortment of unique individuals, some kind of hub world, confused and disoriented faces all around, yup, seems like magical interference. Oh hey! If it isn’t my favorite werewolf!”
Argaen, meanwhile, hadn’t put down his guns, and a grimace had moved across his face. A grimace of annoyance and not his usual, permanent grimace just to be clear. He’d encountered the dimension hopping Enigma before, and every time had been more irritating than the last.
“You again...” Argaen grumbled, “did you have something to do with this... whatever this is?”
Enigma skipped over to Argaen with what could only be a broad smile hidden beneath his masked face and threw an arm over the other man’s shoulder. “Nope!” Enigma exclaimed, “Not a bit ya catholic sociopath! But hey, look at us!-“ he began chanting with every increasing speed. “Look at us! Look ‘t us! Lookatus! Look look! Look ‘t us! Same outfit? Same color? Obviously I subconsciously picked up on your excellent fashion sense.”
“I am NOT wearing a bathrobe,” Argaen growled, swatting Enigmas arm away.
“Long? White? Extra comfy I’m guessing? Come on man, embrace it!”
The click of Argaen’s gun caused the masked man to raise both hands with a laugh, “sense of humor still impeccable I see! But hey, I think I know something that might make you crack a smile!” said Enigma, pointing daintily behind Argaen.
Turning slowly, argaen blinked in surprise, “Alex?”
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Post by Madaraki on Feb 8, 2021 0:18:54 GMT -6
Several Hours Ago
The hot winds generated by the whirling lake near the fortress buffeted the towers and set their banners flapping wildly. Occasionally the churning fluids of the caldera known as the Wyrmwound would change in composition and react violently, causing a bursting torrent of sludge that would arc up onto the shore. Dragons in the area scampered away to avoid the toxic substance as it hit, but quickly scampered back to take notes and collect samples for later study.
Standing on the balcony of the highest tower at the center of the stronghold, two scaled and feathered dragons watched the activities within their domain. One of them was a dark color, nearly obsidian but tinged with enough blue to make her resemble a midnight sky given shape and form. The other was a deep red color with pale golden spikes along the sides of his face and a matching underside that glimmered in the hazy light.
"I'm taking a vacation," the crimson one said. "There's an anomaly rippling through the Blind Eternities and while it's probably nothing, I'd rather not leave it unattended."
His mate turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "A vacation this time? Not looking to pack everyone up and move?"
"Not this time," he sighed. "This world has enough challenges for us, but also enough opportunity. So much time spent preserving our kind across the Multiverse, it has been a relief to find a world where we not only thrive, but rule."
"This sounds dangerously like retirement," she said in a teasing voice.
"Four incursions by the Stormcatcher's forces and a Snapper battalion within the past month is not retirement," he answered with a roll of his eyes.
"Oh don't pretend you couldn't have incinerated all of them in an instant, my light," she said with a smile.
"And don't pretend you weren't tempted to drive them all incurably mad, my shadow," he answered.
They stood a while longer, staring down at the gatehouse to the stronghold. A dragon had attempted to pass the main gate, which had been left open. He was a Guardian; large, armored, and arrayed in the manner of a warrior from the Sea of a Thousand Currents. He appeared formidable, and several of the guards looked nervously towards their captain. The captain was a Mirror dragon of lean build, only half the size of the Guardian, but covered in armor made from bones and scavenged shards of metal. Scratching at the ground with one foreleg, he reared and drew a rusted cleaver from a clasp at his side and pointed it towards the Guardian.
A ringing shriek rang out from his throat as he charged. The Guardian stepped back and whirled, bringing its massive tail around in a whipping motion and smashing the captain head over tail. He landed on three legs with a snarl, refusing to let go of his weapon. Flapping his wings once, he began circling, slowly curling his tail tight. The Guardian advanced and began turning as well, lowering his head and baring his fangs.
Suddenly the Guardian's legs began shaking. He looked confused for a moment before he collapsed, twitching and struggling to breathe. He stared up in confusion at the Mirror, who looked equally confused. There was a sound of thudding footfalls and the smaller dragon turned to look up as two other dragons approached; one was another Guardian, red-scaled and wearing a kilt that seemed to be made from beads of still-burning magma. A sword and axe were thrust through a belt at her side. The other was a Ridgeback; similarly red-scaled, kilted, and carrying a variety of weapons of his own, not that he needed them as the spikes protruding from his head, back, tail, and shoulders seemed weapons enough.
The Mirror looked to his cleaver, then up at them. "I didn't ask you to coat my weapons in poison, Thagomizer," he snarled.
"That thing was an intruder, Vorachax," the Ridgeback growled, pointing at the now-dead water Guardian. "If you want to play with your food, do it beyond the borders of this fortress.
"You poisoned my weapons," Vorachax snarled again. "If you so much as touch my cleaver again, I will have my wife slip a toxin in your chalice that will make those butterknives in your head fall o-"
"You know the rules," the kilted Guardian said quietly. Vorachax immediately fell silent. He would argue with Thagomizer all he liked regarding the interference in his fights, but he knew better than to argue with Zirilana. "You are permitted to fight as you please with anyone and everyone you encounter beyond the Stronghold's borders, but any intruders into my father's domain must be dealt with swiftly and efficiently."
Above, Pentarax and Cyrannea watched as the back-and-forth continued. Other sentries removed the Guardian dragon's body from the gatehouse area. Cyrannea sighed, deep in thought about what her mate had said earlier.
"You should take Mirrax with you," she said suddenly. "Unlike Zirilana, he's not been outside this world yet. It would do him good to see other realms, to learn that there is more to existence than just one world."
"I'd have to take Haxaraedes along too, you know. They're practically inseparable these days. How well do you think a dragon native to this world would react to anything beyond his comprehension?"
"He'll be fine," she said confidently. "You won't let anything happen to either of them."
Several Hours After Several Hours Ago
Silently, a faint line of fire began tracing its way along the floor in the weird room. It went unnoticed as it didn't produce any sound. Eventually it had crackled -silently- on its merry way and formed a distinctive clawmark of sorts; five points above, one below.
The click of Argaen’s gun caused the masked man to raise both hands with a laugh, “sense of humor still impeccable I see! But hey, I think I know something that might make you crack a smile!” said Enigma, pointing daintily behind Argaen.
Turning slowly, argaen blinked in surprise, “Alex?”
"Doctor Scott!" a voice bellowed as a maelstrom of fire erupted from the clawmark on the floor. "Rocky!" The voice bellowed again as three figures began to materialize from the flames. The first figure to emerge was a dragon, roughly seven feet tall, and covered in red-gold scales. Robes and sashes draped across his frame flapped in the wind generated by the blaze, though they refused to burn themselves. He carried a staff in one clawed hand that was made of gold, and topped by a blade carved in the shape of a dragon's wing.
"C'mon, put the guns away, Fluffy," he said as his two companions emerged from behind him. They were dragons as well, similar in build, though slightly smaller at merely six feet high. One of them was a dark brown color with red eyes, ashen wings and a scaled underside the color of the sun. He seemed to shun the elaborate robes and sashes of his father for jewelry and a delicate looking exoskeleton that possessed its own set of extra wings. He looked around at the others in slight confusion before staring up at the "CHOOSE YOUR ADVENTURE" sign on the ceiling.
"This world seems boring," Mirrax said. "I'm going home."
He turned and immediately collided with third dragon; a gaunt and gray creature clad in form-fitted armor whose entire body was arrayed in white markings that gave him the appearance of a skeleton. They fell and landed in a heap as the fiery portal snuffed itself.
"Well hello, handsome," he said, expression suddenly brightening.
"I have..." the third dragon said in a whispery voice as his eyes darted wildly about the chamber, "many questions. Where, what, who, when, why, and how?"
"Here, a short planeswalk into whatever this place is, I did it, still now, because reasons, and because I can do things like this," Pentarax answered. "Kindly untangle yourselves or get a room?"
"I..think I see then," Haxaraedes answered as he stood and straightened his attire. "This is what Mirrax means when he tells me how you used to go on 'adventures to strange places'."
"You're handling this remarkably well," Mirrax said, standing himself and moving over to Tex where he immediately began poking one of her arms and muttering something about golem constructs.
"Oh no, dear," the skull-faced dragon said. "I'm stating things as bluntly as I can to keep myself from going completely mad at all this."
"Well if you happen to go from a mystic to an insane mystic, you'll get along just fine with Argaen here," Pentarax said happily.
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Post by Moe on Feb 8, 2021 15:48:32 GMT -6
Mark chuckled at Davis' comment; "If this is a D&D campaign, then I-"
"You cannot roll for swag!" Ikuki huffed, poking him in the chest. "That is not a thing! It will never be a thing! And as for you," she turned to Tex. "Magic and machinery is quite compatible, so don't worry, you'll be just fine." she said with a big smile. "In fact, all science was at one point magic, before we fully understood it."
Ikuki's enthusiasm was brought to an abrupt halt, as more entered the scene.
"Oh...oh, no...why did you bring that one..." Mark groaned, noting his brother-in-law.
"I didn't! The burst of magical energy chooses whoever it please." Ikuki shrugged.
"Wait, what?" Alex turned. "Argaen?" after the initial shock wore off, she shook her head and smiled as she made her way over to him to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Glad you're here. I probably would've gone insane, if I had to be stuck here with..." she took a quick glance at the assorted group. "All of this."
"All of this," Ikuki said, her eyes lighting up as the dragons appeared, "is AWESOME!" she giggled, giddily. "There's only one real dragon in our world, and he's not even from our own world! It's so exciting to actually meet one!"
"Magic, dragons, religion..." Mark rolled his eyes. "The only relatable ones around here, are the robot and the jester. Why couldn't this be a science adventure?" he threw his arms up, in annoyance. "I'm gonna hang out with the ones that actually make sense."
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Post by Banshee on Feb 8, 2021 18:32:53 GMT -6
"Wow...It seems like several other folks are being dragged into this world too." Phantom whispered to Tex as he inched over to her side. The fall had messed up a mechanism in his left leg and he limped. But the robot paid no mind to his shortcomings as he was quite intrigued with what was happening before him. "I wonder how many others will show?"
Tex merely shrugged at Phantom as she didn't have the answer nor did she honestly care about how many people would join them on their odd journey to nowhere. But before she could say anything, Davis had say what he thought of the situation.
"Well, the cool thing is. I am not alone. The bad thing is, I don't really like being stuck with you Tex."
"If you avoid trying to steal my belongings or alter anything, then you will be fine." She frowned at him.
"Well--Unlike you, I shall greet them all!" Davis turned to everyone who joined the crew after his batch did. "Hello folks! Glad to see we aren't the only poor saps being thrown into a random place, eh?"
Tex turned to Ikuki and nodded. "Oddly enough, I wasn't quite worried about that. But it is nice--"
"Tex's core has been blessed by an old Dwarf and a guy that could probably pass off as a Guardian angel!" Davis blurted out.
Tex's eye twitched as Davis went on blabbering about her secret. "Phantom, remind me to mute him when we get back."
"Yeah!" Davis wandered over to Ikuki. "They got into some serious crap back at home and like...Tex's core was about to go KABOOM! So then this old Dwarf guy--who we didn't know much about, had been watching us and like, right before Tex was going to go kaboom, he told Jasmine that he would fix her! And like-somehow stuff happened and Guardian angel guy--"
"Please don't bore her to death with trivial story telling. What has been done, has been done. We really need-"
"Turns out! Jasmine is part DWARF! It totally explains why she's pint sized and full of anger." Davis laughed. Then it dawned onto him that Tex was standing right beside him. "...Though it also explains why Tex is angry too but I am confused as to why Stephanie and Kiki aren't tiny...."
Tex went to go say something to Davis--or rather, punch him in the back of the head and hope he'd fall into a knock out. But someone began to gently poke at her arm. Being annoyed by this, she snapped her attention away from the bumbling idiot pirate to Mirrax. He clearly wasn't meaning any harm and was mostly curious about her...and some golem construct.
"Oh! Don't do that! Tex hates it when people poke her!" Phantom flailed, trying to warn Mirrax of the sudden possible doom that he may face. He remembered the first time he did that to Tex. She had turned around from whatever she was doing, and sucker punched him into the ground. It hurt...a lot.
"May I help you?" Tex asked. But for some reason, she had a weird feeling that she recognized him from somewhere. However, she was unsure if it was just an odd presence that he carried, or if they had met at some point and that portion of her memory had been wiped.
"I like magic and dragons...We actually know a dragon back at home." Phantom said.
"He's a jerk." Davis bluntly said.
"You only say that because he caught you trying to steal his belongings and he locked you up in a cell where you couldn't escape from." Phantom frowned.
"It's not my fault that I like shiny things." Davis pouted.
"Most important question is, where exactly are we? Then the next best thing that I can think of is; we should all probably put our heads together and try to figure this place out." Tex suggested.
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Post by Lith on Feb 19, 2021 0:02:36 GMT -6
Argaen's face cracked with the barest hint of a smile as Alex came to his side. As heinous as it was to prove Enigma right, seeing his wife was one of the very few earthly thing that brought him joy. "Alex, I'm glad that by the grace of God you've been pulled into this devilry with me. What chance does evil have with the two of us together?"
The sound of his in-laws jabbering about nonsensical things like dragons and dungeons quickly brought his characteristic grimace back to his face; of course Mark had to be there. Before he could berate his brother in-law for being so nonchalant about their predicament, fire erupted from the ground and from it, dragons. Argaen's hands were on his weapons in a flash as he took a small step to put himself between Alex and this possible new threat. He knew his wife could handle herself, but the Argaen couldn't risk it, not without knowing what was going on.
But the dragons seemed more preoccupied with themselves, chitchatting amongst each other as casually as the others in this realm. Was nothing about this being taken seriously? Were these circumstances really that trifling?
"Well if you happen to go from a mystic to an insane mystic, you'll get along just fine with Argaen here," Pentarax said happily.
"Beast!" Argaen shouted, "How do you know me? What do you have to do with this!"
Enigma, meanwhile, was positively overjoyed. From the moment the flames had revealed the dragons he quickly bound over, bathrobe flowing behind him like a majestic cape, and began running his hands over the largest ones scales. "Fascinating! Absolutely Fascinating!" He exclaimed, unable to keep to excitement from his voice. "That was some of the most efficient dimension hopping I've ever seen! Not a drop of energy wasted! And with such dramatic flair! Even my belt needs a recharge every couple jumps, but THIS-- Planeswalking was it? This is a masterful craft! You must tell me how this works. I know magic has all this mumbo jumbo attached to it, but even if you just describe the feeling, the hoops that are jumped through, I can quantify this. Just think... this morning I was preparing a day of self love but could end up breaking new ground in spatial travel! Lucky day, Luh. Key. Day!"
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