((Dum de dum, guess everyone's off doing Christmas stuff.))
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
((That's where I've been. I'm also writing up a bit for this, as well as brainstorming a story... I figured I'd ask if you guys might want to read it over as I work it out, give a bit of input. Keep in mind that its rare that I keep on one train of thought so long (I have about 20 stories that are all in pieces), but if I actually get feedback for once, it may help :P
It isn't a superhero-related story,its more magical and mysterious and junk... all depends on how the ideas take shape.))
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
((Wow, I need to catch up...))
Lord H'taed simply reached out with his hand, and placed it on the carbon clone's forehead. It slowly spasmed and faded, the static haze that composed it roiling and writhing up H'taed's armored arm.
"...Refreashing...But where is Syne...?"
"Hey IDIOT. Just because Syne stole it in the first place doesn't mean she still has it! That other freak still has the box!" Noitpeced's condescending voice said in his ear.
"...I'm really not in the mood right now Noitpeced. Just rift me to where ever they are right now."
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A long time ago, Lord Diov had visited Praetorian Earth for unknown reasons. However, whilst there, he had forged a compact with Tyrant. All the denizens of the world had to be loyal to Lord Diov. Tyrant hadn't exactly liked this compact, but after being blasted halfway across his own capital city, he was a bit more accepting.
However, this did not mean he had to AID Lord Diov in any way. Merely being loyal to him was sufficient.
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Lord H'taed materialized out of thin air in Tyrant's lair. The big bad man himself was standing not a few feet away.
"YOU. You're guests have been tearing up my city. Go. Now. GET. OUT." He hissed.
"Fine by me." H'taed said cheerfully, and headed for the exit. He paused to smelt one of Tyrant's many statues of himself before leaving.
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H'taed watched the fight unfold from his hiding spot. Then he saw Aoleleb form his dimensional energy sword. Lord H'taed saw his chance.
Lord Diov was a tenth dimensional being, although he had influence and control way beyond that.
"Noitpeced. Get me the specs on that blade." H'taed whispered.
"Fifth dimensional. He's obviously an amatuer...And we finally have some info on him as well. Aoleleb, self proclaimed gaurdian of dimensional stability and balance."
Lord H'taed raised an invisible eyebrow.
"Well he's not doing a very good job of it. Lord Diov has oblitered HOW MANY universes now due to extreme boredom?"
"Give the poor guy some credit. He can only save one dimension, one time, one alternate reality in order. For someone with that many restrictions, he's doing a good job. So don't blame him, blame the organization he works for."
"Look, we're branching off topic. Do something about the sword."
~Your wish is my command.~
Lord H'taed turned to see no one other then Lord Diov standing in the shadows.
~I am not actually here. I am simply your...Familier...I can aid you somewhat in your battle using my manipulative powers over dimensional potential and capability. For example. Aoleleb's dimensional sword there...~
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Suddenly the sword in Aoleleb's sputtered...
The patron effectively cut off the source of power flow for Aoleleb. He closed down the dimensional links and paths to the dimension Aoleleb was connected to.
The sword vanished.
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~Now let us wait for the opprotune moment to strike. Remember, I am not actually here. I am more of a patron, guiding and protecting you, then an actual fighter. I am limited to a certain degree, since I'm not actually here. For one thing, aside from my dimensional manipulation, I cannot interact with the physical, mental, spiritual, or any other plane whilst here. Also, my patron form only lasts for about an hour before dispersing.~
Lord H'taed narrowed his eyes.
"You're not even the real Lord Diov are you? You're one of his husk clones...You're Mr. Diov. The real Lord Diov wouldn't have any limitations, he would simply show up and flux shift the entire dimension."
The patron nodded.
~Yes and no. I am more of an inherit ability unlocked by you. Lord Diov is your patron. As of such, you may conjure a represenative of him to aid you in battle.~
"So you're a bit like Ghost Widow?"
~Yes, only instead of possessing the subject's body and manifesting my powers through them, I simply...Float around...A bit like one of your voltaic sentinels.~
"Ah...Well, le us continue to watch and wait my...Patron...whatever you are. We shall strike soon."
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((The above pretty much explains everything. If you've read Lord Diov's backround in "the Void Eclipse" that should explain just about everything. He can manipulate Dimensional potential and capability on an unparalleled scale. Of course, since this is only a measly representative of him, the patron is nowhere near as powerful of course. Just treat his attacks as Gravity/Darkness. Also, all these attacks are generated into Lord H'taed, so he is the one using the actual powers.
Exactly like Patron Powers.))
((Um, maybe I should've mentioned this befor H'taed posted something like above. Aoleleb is not self-proclaimed nor is he one person. GoPC is an entire orginization commited to maintaining balance in the universe, and Aoleleb is one of their top operatives. I have mentioned that GoPC is an entire orginization, back in my first post I believe and when the portal system went down.
Being patched into Omega Alpha 7-3 would make him about three times powerful than he is normally, which is probably enough for him to prevent interference on his powers from Lord Diov.))
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
((Lord Diov has an unlimited power supply. He can destroy multi-universes by sneezing, albeit he is hesitant to do so. Still, this IS only measly rep of him, not the actual guy himself, but he is still able to generate and channel a considerable amount of power into Lord H'taed.
Oh, and he's also a corporate executive of a corp which spans throughout the entire known space of existance, and has existed before the begining of time.
To make things simple, Lord Diov is just short of a god. He himself isn't a god, rather the various artifacts and tech he possesses makes him god-like. I don't care if you are ten times more powerful thanks to that other dimension. Lord Diov could just walk in and blow the whole place up. All he's doing, however, is cutting off the power flow.
Please note that he isn't INTENDED to do stuff on a major scale. Mostly he'll just dispell energy concentrations and POSSIBLY manipulate shadows. As a patron, he is very limited remember?
Don't think of him as an atom bomb...Think of him as an EMP pulse.
If you need precise nit-pick details, PM me, we are clogging posting space.))
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@Kedeawyth
Co-leader of Vae Victus Sinistus (Freedom/Infinity)
Virtue
Exorii: Lvl 50 Kat/Elec Stalker, fully IO'd, T4 Incarnate
SG: Hands of Ashra
((Ok, I can work with that.))
"What the...?"
Aoleleb suddenly felt his connection to Omega Alpha 7-3 get severed, cutting off his energy.
"I really don't have time for this."
Reaching into his Pocket, Aoleleb pulled out his Greater Welkynd Stone. As the portal closed, he noticed H'taed over in the distance.
"YOU!"
The Greater Welkynd Stone flashed and all the power that Aoleleb had stored in it over the centuries flowed into him, effectivel tripling his power. A ball of pure energy formed in his hands.
"I'm tired of you interfering! Begone!"
Aoleleb fired a beam of energy at H'taed.
((It's regular energy, not dimensional or electrical. It's like Energy Blast.))
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
Lord H'taed cooly regarded the beam of energy.
"Right then."
In the blink of an eye, moving at almost the speed of light, H'taed dashed out of the path of the energy beam, then leapt high into the air...
And soared straight at Aoleleb, electrical swords extended forward, ready to impale. The only disadvantage here being was that he couldn't jump forward at the same speed he ran.
Aoleleb saw H'taed jump and conjure his Lightning Swords.
"Apparently it's true," he laughed, "You CAN'T teach an old dog new tricks."
He conjured an energy bubble around himself to block H'taed's attack.
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
And the next second, the H'taed in the air vanished.
"Don't you just love after-images?" Aoleleb heard from behind him.
Lord H'taed stood with his mud mace in hand. He swung it, making direct contact with the force field.
The blow its self might not have done anything to the field, but the mud bomb the mace had automatically conjured and stuck to the field which was about to detonate might do the trick...
"Heh. This is quite enjoyable."
Aoleleb wrapped the forcefield around the mud bomb and threw it at H'ated. The mud bomb itself wouldn't hurt H'ated, but getting hit by a force field would
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
Except that the force field suddenly reversed direction and headed right back for Aoleleb.
"I have polorized control over that mub bomb. So putting that field of force around it is like putting a blanket on top of a toy car. The toy car can still move, independant of that blanket...Oh, and by the way, PSYCH!"
While Aoleleb had turned to deal with that one mub bomb, H'taed hud supersped around the bubble and planted three more mub bombs behind Aoleleb's back on the force field, while maintaining his stand-still position after-image in front of Aoleleb.
The three mud bombs all chose to explode at that one moment...While the force field enwrapped mud bomb was still whizzing right for him.
The mud bombs exploded in a burst of electrical death ((Hehe). When they cleared Aoleleb was nowehere to be seen.
"Hey H'taed!" Came a voice from above, "Up here!"
Aoleleb fell from the sky wrapped in energy armor. His fists had red pom-poms of death ((I don't like the pink ones)) on the end of them. He threw a punch at Lord H'taed's face.
((He opened a portal inside hismelf aimed above H'taed right before the mud bombs went off.))
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
Only Lord H'taed was no longer even there.
"Yoo-hoo...Up here cheerleader." Said a mocking voice.
Lord H'taed had supersped under the punch, grabbed onto his force field enwrapped mud bomb, and accelerated it into the air. Knowing that Aoleleb would most likely despell the force field, he quickly abandoned his perch and zoomed dowards towards Aoleleb again, electrical swords in hand...
(gawd, what the hell is it with us and all the fancy air-combat? 
)
What H'taed had forgotten was Aoleleb's control over the wind. Calling on what little air was in the Darkness Field, he flew parallel to the ground, away from H'taed, about 5 yards.
He turned to see what H'taed's next move would be.
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
What he saw was H'taed's mud mace descending upon his head.
H'taed had noticed Aoleleb suddenly slide away. He had activated his inherit ability to become GROUNDED, and super accelerated his way back to the ground in the blink of an eye. He had then raced over to Aoleleb while he was still turning around, conjured his mud mace, and swung...
((Wow, just thought I'd say that this is turning into one hell of a fight. If it wasn't for the fact that I was expecting this from the first post I made, I would be pointing fingers right now :P
Anyway, I'm going to go a bit deep with this next one, to get my writing back up to snuff. Like I said before, I have an idea for another story, and this is the perfect place to practice a bit. Also, if you're wondering where I'm coming from with this post, go find and listen to "The Who - Baba O' Reilly." That's what I'm listening to as a write this up, so the post is gonna have a bit of that ethereal-like edge to it... I hope anyway.))
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"You have a hidden power, unknown to you."
The girl shook her head, eyes closed. She mumbled something incoherantly, pink hair ruffling against the hard surface she lay on.
"You may be the only hope to stop dark hands from reaching their goals."
Another shake, another mumble. The girl's leg moved, she was beginning to wake.
"You are no match for them now, but I can help you."
A larger movement now, the girl rolling from her side onto her back, eyes held tightly closed.
"I have a gift for you. It will unlock your true potential. You just have to trust me."
The girl mumbled again and tossed in her sleep.
"Do you?"
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And Alex's eyes snapped open. She pushed herself off the ground, which wasn't anything similar to what she remembered. Not even close. She was laying on a dirt ground, eyes peering up to a pitch black sky. When she sat up she saw that the ground she was resting on was fairly wide, stretching on for miles in every direction, but at the same time there seemed to be islands just floating in the sky around her, so close and yet so far. The entirety of this place was a mystery, everything about it was so very odd. As she rose to her feet she had a moment of vertigo, as some of these islands in the "distance" seemed to shift more than others, and she realized that there were very small ones near her. Walking up to one she peered down, only to jump back in shock, as what she saw was herself standing up only a few moments ago. Another of these small "lands" was grey in color, and she looked down to see herself fighting H'taed in their first battle. She was weaving back and forth dodging his blows, she watched herself get slower and slower and slower... and had to turn away with a wince when the monster's blow struck.
"These are the Lands of the Ages."
Alex spun towards the voice, a tall woman in a pure white dress, which shone with what seemed like its own light, walked towards her. The woman was very beautiful, from her white hair all the way down to her delicate feet, shoeless, an odd sight to see in Alex's time.
"Do not be afraid, I am not here to hurt you. I am the Keeper of Ages. My name is Syne."
When the woman spoke her name, recognition rose in Alex's mind. She had never met this woman in her life, and yet somehow knew who she was. She also could sense the immense amount of power that was within this woman, it was almost overwhelming. Syne walked with a sense of confidence that was very rare, and while obviously able to cause massive destruction she kept it to herself, only using a fraction of what she was capable of. She was a being of great grace and gentleness.
"You are very right. I am capable of much more than some seem to think."
With that Syne waved her hand through the air, one of the smaller lands floating over to Alex. On it was almost a replay of Syne fighting H'taed, but Alex knew what this was. It was the real fight, they were watching it as it happened, just as she had just watched herself stand up a second time only a few moments ago. This wasn't video, it was reality.
"What H'taed saw was only what was needed to slow him down. He has a purpose in this world that he has not yet fulfilled, and cannot be lost until the time comes when this purpose is completed. All those everywhere have some purpose, as do you."
Alex looked up, still not speaking a word. In this place she felt very calm, unlike at home. She also felt like she knew what had happened during her time unconscious, and what was going to happen soon, and in the future. It was all laid out before her, ready to be read. The land floated away and Syne stepped forward, hands clasped together in front of her as she spoke.
"Your purpose is special, as is their's. You are one of them in a way, a superpower lies within you that is well within bounds of their's, and will grow even more with time. This is a unique event in history, one that only happens once a millenia, if that. Changing the time stream is a dangerous act, one that does not happen often. The extinction of the dinosaurs, the coming of the holy man Jesus, Hitler's reign of terror that, if not for a little push in the wrong direction, would have swept the world. These are things that were an abrupt intervention in your time, in your world."
Both Alex and Syne nodded at the same moment, a glow surrounding the both of them. They were linked down to their souls now, and Alex truly understood what was going on.
"You are a lesser intervention compared to these, but still important. This "package," still unknown to all what form it comes in, ultimately has the power to destroy your world and begin it anew. This is not something that any of us are ready for."
Alex spoke at this moment. "Us?"
Syne nodded, blue figures fading into view in a circle around the two of them. Men and women alike, they were all as beautiful as Syne, and all had a look of wisdom to them.
"This is the Council. The Keepers are immortal, but when we reach a certain level of understanding, we are brought into the Council, and replaced with a new Keeper. It is my time to ascend into the Council."
Alex nods. "So who is to become the Keeper?"
"Keepers who are to ascend look through the ages to find their successor. Some look for a large amount of your time, some very quickly. My search was one of the longest, but it has finally come to a close. Alexendri Drake, you are my choice as the Keeper of the Ages."
Her eyes widened at this. The new Keeper? How? She had been kicked out of her home. She was living on the street, using her powers to steal anything she could just to live. Her life was in shambles, her history full of crime. "How can I? I'm sure I'm not as pure as what you look for. I'm a criminal for God's sake!"
"Outward matters are not a concern. What matters is what is inside you, and deep down you are the purest I have seen in many years. Coddled upbringings often bring spoiled souls, and those of pain and suffering can bring out the best in some. You are one of those."
The Council around them smiled in unison, some lifting staves or swords in salute, others bowing.
"There is only one thing you must do for me. Ultimately the fate of the universe, for the moment, rides on your shoulders. The question may seem "silly" to you, but it is one that has been asked since the very beginning of time. Its answer will be the end to an old life, and the beginning of a new, if it is answered truthfully. Do not consider it something you must think about. The answer must come from your heart."
Alex spoke again. "What is the question?"
"You heard it before, and in time you will be asking it yourself. Do you trust me?"
Alex almost stumbled. The power of those final four words rocked her from the inside out, they carried such power. These feelings were familiar to her; she had felt them before. On her deathbed, her grandmother told a young Alex that words hold great power when they are spoken from the heart. Words spoken in conversation carried little weight, but when something is said that is really MEANT, those words can do amazing and terrible things.
The Council and Syne stood waiting, infinite patience among them. After all, they had all the time in the world, there was no rush here. Alex dug through her own memories, her emotions, and her soul. When she looked up, there was confidence both in her face and her voice.
"I do."
"Then it is done. You are the new Keeper."
With that, Syne faded to a form similar to the Council. There was no flash of light, no rushing feeling of power, in fact the land around them was deathly silent. There was something to this silence, almost a vibration, as if the entirety of the multiverse was holding it's collective breath.
"...That's it? Its over? What do I do now?"
"You must look inward. All of the Keepers before you had a vision of themselves that was their icon, their form during their service. Who are you inside? You must trust your soul, let it change you into who you truly are. Only then will you be able to serve truly as the Keeper of the Ages."
Alex looked worried, tense. She had no idea how to do such a thing. Looking inward sounded like she might need a mirror, to see inside her own body. But her heart corrected her, providing her understanding. Deep down, she was someone else, not contained by this outward shell. She could shed the shell, become who Alex really was inside, not what she saw every morning.
With this understanding came a tearing from inside her, and her body seemed to fade away. She was nothing, she was everything. In that moment she knew all of the past, all of the present, and all of the future. She was in the smallest insect, she was part of the most ancient tree, swaying in the breeze. She saw the busy central streets of the biggest cities, she saw fields of cows simply living. She died in the body of a beloved grandmother, she was born a moment later.
And she returned to the Lands of the Ages, a life began anew. Looking around she understood this whole plane a lot deeper than before. The Council around her smiled wide, all now bowing in respect to the reborn Keeper, the new Alexendri Drake. Looking down at herself, she nodded approvingly. She was in a black jumpsuit, covered head to toe. Fading in around her body were pieces of black armor, dark as the void, smooth and elegant yet holding an air of danger. The helm that drew itself around her head was not unlike that of an Valkyrie's, pitch black in color and with swept back metal wings. Long flowing pink hair extended from her hair to her waist, smooth and shining with the light around her. Her boots were special in themselves, the first Keeper to have greaves in rollerblade form. These were a part of her from the day she had first learned to use them, and they would be with her for all eternity. On her black gauntlets were short wrist blades, her Keeper's weapons. The armor was light, and her movement wasn't inhibited in the least, but it provided great protection.
She was taller now, a little over six feet in Earth measure. Her face was soft, her smile gentle. Her now red colored eyes however still held that old look of rebellion, and reinforcing this the black star tattoo still was across her left eye. She looked similar to Syne in body, and almost a reverse image of her in color.
She knew what power she now held, and she knew the consequences that came with it. She also now understood why Syne had fought so hard to keep order in the time stream, and how to manipulate it without damaging it. This was something larger than anyone could imagine, and it was her job to protect it. Alex nodded to the Council, fixing Syne with a steely look that spoke both of thanks and of her understanding.
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The Council faded, as did the Land of the Ages, and she was returned to the top of the building on which she had been laid. Her eyes shone as she looked around her, gaze finally fixing in a certain direction, and she walked to the edge of the building. Black armor glinting in the sunlight she stepped forward without a second thought, and dropped off the edge, falling at high speeds through the sky. A moment later she was gone.
And within another moment, a crater was smashed into the ground near where Aoleleb and H'taed were fighting, standing up tall from the crouch she had been in as she hit the ground. Her calm attitude was very different from when they had first met her, when she had been riled up and ready to take on the world. She now held a calculating eye, fixing Nether with a steely gaze, then Aoleleb, and finally H'taed. As with Syne before her she waited to be noticed, watching the fine detail of every movement that the three of them made.
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((I've created a beast! Monstrous, but definitely good practice!))
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Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
((Hehehehe
Excelent work.))
Lord H'taed was concious on more then one plane. It was hard to describe. The simplest way to put it is that if you gace him two books, he could read both of them at the same time. One conciousness reading one book, and another conciousness reading the other. An extreme case of multiple personalities, you could say, only on a much more complex level. Previously, both conciousnesses had been focused on Aoleleb. Now, however, one of them was focused on Alex.
'The perfect time to test out the powers of my new patron, I think...' It thought.
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Lord Diov...The real Lord Diov...Watched all the events occuring in the universe he occupied at once. However, at certain times, he would restrict his view to a few key events if he ever felt the need. This was one of those moments.
He watched as his servant fought others over the possession of the mysterious box.
He watched someone be born, live a full life-span of eighty years, then die, while watching Alex be surrounded by after-images.
He watched a hive of bees harvest pollen, while at the same time watching the fight in the storm palace.
He watched a begger rooting through the garbage for food while watching Aoleleb.
Then Syne appeared, and he watched her.
Peering through space and time, he watched everything she did, and everything she would do. He viewed her history like an open book, and watched with a malevolent intelligence of a being who had existed before time held sway over reality.
He watched.
And watched.
And watched.
And watched.
And wa-
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Time suddenly seemed to slow down around Alex. Everything seemed hazy and wax-like. The previously lightning-fast Lord H'taed suddenly moved at the pace of a snail. Aoleleb seemed like a statue in comparison. The noise and sound of the world echoed and oozed, shifting from octave to octave.
The patron appeared before her. The patron of Lord Diov.
"Tell me young one...Do you know what lies beyond the end of time? The begining?" The patron's voice echoed, and rang, synchronized with what seemed like multiple voices.
"Do you know the true secret of existance? Do you know the meaning of power? Of wisdow? Of Balance?"
The patron started to walk around her slowly, like a doctor pacing about his subject.
"Of course you do not know. You are but dust in the wind. You are less then nothing in the great potential of reality. You are worthless. What can you hope to do against forces that are older then even good and evil? That which is BEYOND good and evil? Who are you to judge? Who are you to think? What are you, you foul and cruel, WORTHLESS, PRIMITIVE, BEAST." The paron spat these last words.
"Despair. Despair in the Dark. Embrace the hash, cold, touch of the Void. For in nothingness there is all...Yes...Do you feel that? No, of course you don't..." The patron shook its concealed head, and wagged a hazy finger at Alex like a parent chiding a kid.
"I am warning you. You are very close, but infinitely far. A fold in the Grey. Stop now, while there is still no longer any time left to stop. For time is fleeting, just like darkness, and you have plenty of time to start, and even more time to stop. A end to a paradox of the begining, a reversal in space. Something which is understood with the magnatude of uncounted minds, yet at the same time mis-interpreted, and consumed. Just like all the others. You will be warned. Stop." The patron glared directly into Alex's eyes.
The patron faded. Everything returned to normal, as if the entire event had never happened.
((PSYCH!
What? No, I didn't actually do anything.))
Alex listened calmly to Lord Diov's words, his little speech. When time resumed normal speed, she merely watched the fight as if the whole thing had never happened, save for a thought.
~He may be right, I don't fully understand all of this. But he also doesn't truly know what a Keeper is capable of, something that I am becoming more aware of with every moment. A Keeper is not one with time, they are above it. They manipulate everything involved with it, as well as anything it is involved with. The space outside of the Lands of the Ages is beyond time's bounds, beyond all bounds; it is where the Council is held. He cannot possibly know what the Council decides, none of us do. Only they truly know the workings of all.~
She stepped forward out of the crater, and unlike Syne she didn't leave any afterimages. This was not a sign of insufficient power... no... in fact it was the opposite. Unlike Syne, Alex did not restrain herself, she let the power flow. With greater breaking of ties, she would learn to mend. Larger threads broken, larger knots created. While Syne was so careful to only thread the eye of a small needle, Alex knew she could handle more. She would rip the fabric asunder, and weave a great tapestry from the scraps.
~The Council knows what is to come. I am but their hands...~
Her look changed to a piercing stare as she watched, armor shimmering in the light. The look was one that could be felt even by those so deep in combat.
~...and I will be a legend amongst the Keepers...~
((If anyone is wondering about the personality change, I'm trying to make her a lot more confident. Before she was just a super powered rebel teen, now she's a whole lot more, and she knows it. Also, Syne might reappear, I haven't decided yet, she might step in as one of the Council. And Alex is going to be overpowered in general, but there'll be a lot less time arguments, and a whole lot more of just butt kicking :P))
Server: Virtue
Felis Noctu (50MM Necro/Miasma)
Night Widow Noctu (23SoA)
Toxica Mentis (50Troller Ill/Kin)
Thunder Kiandra (2*Tank WP/SS)
((Well, it seems things are getting more interesting. I've been wanting to introduce a new character, so I think I'm going to take Aoleleb out for a while. The saying that would best describe this person's powers is "Know thine enemy" 
))
Aoleleb had time to get out a word and a half before H'taed's mace hit him full on in the face.
"Oh shi..."
The force of the blow, combined with the power of the mud bomb, blew Aoleleb back a good 40 yards. The device flew from him to land about 10 yards further.
A portal opened below Aoleleb and he fell into it. It was not a portal of his making however. As Aoleleb fell into the portal, H'taed heard clapping behind him.
"Well, I must congratulate you Lord H'taed. You've actually defeated Aoleleb, one of GoPC top operatives. But only one. I am here to succeed where Aoleleb has failed."
She was about 6'4", had hair as white as snow, and armor that was the same color. She opened a portal next to herself at shoulder height, reached in, and pulled out a sword. The sword was very basic. The blade was about 5 feet long, and was unadorned. The hilt was pure gold with a single ruby set in the bottom. Words seemed to flow about the blade with a life of their own, never staying in one place long enough to be read.
"I hope you're ready."
She flew at H'taed, swinging her sword in an arc in front of her.
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
"Hehehehe...So that's who you all are? The GoPC? How's that whole balance of the universe thing going for you? Last I checked, you were hopelessly struggling to repair all the damage my master has caused in your precious balance. Go ahead. Send ALL your pathetic agents after me. I'll destroy them all."
"But I'll stick to you, for now."
And like that, Lord H'taed vanished in a burst of static as his lightning reflexes kicked in. The next second, he had scooped up the device, and tucked it into his armor.
"Ah well. Looks like I have what I want. Normally I would stick around, but well...I need to get this thing open. I'll leave you with a few of my attendants. Farewell."
And suddenly the air bent.
A rip in the fabric of time and space opened. Lord H'taed leaped through it, and he was gone. However, he had left a little present behind.
It was a shower of carbon sparks. They were flying in every direction, homing in on their targets like heat seeking missiles.
Or electrical-field seeking missiles, but that's beside the point.
Three of the carbon sparks headed for Nether. Five headed straight for the mysterious new fighter.
And there were several more incoming from behind those...
The rift in space and time slowly closed.
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Dimension of Mists...
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Lord H'taed reappeared, on a single large stone platform floating in an infinite expanse of mist.
"Well then. I'd better get started. Noitpeced, is it nearby?"
"Indeed it is, my lord, and we are standing by." Noitpeced said in his ear.
"Right then. In the meantime..."
He pulled out the device.
"How do I get that damn box out of this...?"
He began to examine the device.
"These people never learn."
She opened a portal next to herself and stepped into her Pocket.
"Krystell! What the HELL do you think you're doing!?"
"Geez, calm down Aoleleb. You looked like you needed some help. Besides, I haven't seen anyone who can fight this good in centuries."
"Fine. I thought you said the portal system was down though."
"We got it back up. Speaking of which, can you find where H'taed went for me."
"Sure, gimme a second...Um....It looks like he went to some place called the Dimension of Mists. Do you have any idea where that is?"
"Yea. It's a infinite expanse of mist. The only solid surface in it is a large stone platform near the center of the dimension. Open me a portal about a mile away from it."
"Ok, have fun and be careful."
"Like you were?"
She stepped through the newly opened portal next to her and came out in the Dimension of Mists. She gathered the moisture in the mist around her and froze it, giving her a solid surface to stand on.
"Now to see what H'taed's up to."
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
But before she could find out...
"GROOOOOOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!!"
A giant whale-shaped creature easily over a mile wide, colored purple, making it hard to spot amongst the mist, and caked with some sort of bone exo-skeleton, the huge creature plunged towards Krystell's platform at frightening speed, its gigantic teeth looming...
The dimension of mists.
It was created by Lord Diov at one point. He put all his failed experiments here.
Most of them were usually bio-engines of destruction, like this whale behemoth, but the entire dimension was filled with several other...things as well.
"Hm, this place might be an interesting place to fight."
Krystell pulled her sword out of her Pocket and flew toward the whale. In a few swift motions the whale was nothing but a convulsing, headless lump.
"I hope there aren't any more of those things."
She formed another ice platform below her while willing the other one away.
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne
Aoleleb looked around, darkness extended as far as he could see. From Nether's look, she wasn't Nether anymore.
"Oh man, this is bad. Krystell, I need your help."
"What do you think I can do?"
"Can you channel the dimensional energies from Omega Alpha 7-3 into my belt?"
"ARE YOU INSANE?! That's never been even attempted before! It would most likely destrroy you!"
"That's why I need you to channel it into my belt, I should be ok."
"I'll try."
"I don't know who you are," Aoleleb said to what used to be Nether, "But I do know this is where your story comes to an end!"
That said, Aoleleb's belt started glowing a very light blue, so light it was almost white. The glow extended until it encompassed Aoleleb's entire body. His eyes started glowing entirely white, and his robe turned white too. His voice resonated with incredible power.
"I will destroy you!"
A sword of pure dimensional energy formed in his hands. He flew toward Nether, ready to strike.
((Like my new trick? The GoPC Portal System is up enough for them to patch his belt into that dimesnion. The dimension is entirely made up, I don't even know if it's in the game. Anyway, it's a dimension of pure energy. If you were to enter it, it would tear you to shreds, but channeling it into something gives the wielder tremendous power.))
"Life is hard; it's harder if you're stupid." - John Wayne