Journey to the Netherworld ((Open RP))

The reduce inertia kicked in and Rotten leaped up grabbing one of the dragons and getting on it's back. That was where he went a bit off as he Bit into the wing. He was thinking really that the thin membrane was sensitive and once he got a hole made he ripped it wider sending the dragon crashing to the ground because it couldn't fly anymore.

The result was as expected and showed he didn't really have a plan as the Dragon crashed he crashed as well slamming into the ground. He rose back up his arm hanging at an odd angle. Rushing at the Dragon as it started to stand he slammed his fist into it's forehead with such force a loud crack sound was heard and it fell back down.

He didn't know if it was unconscious or dead but he didn't care. "Meat..." It seems that Rotten's mind was now running on minimal power reducing his mental ability. The Dragons blood still on his lips he stood there a minor thought flashing in his mind about trying to eat the beast.

This ended when another dragon caught his attention by landing on him driving him into the ground once again.

Typhon felt a surge of power rush through him as the illusionist cast his spell

"ok you ugly reptiles playtime iis OVER!"

Typhon spread his legs shoulder width and closed his eyes

he felt the waves of heat wafting off the pools of magma, he heard the sounds of the battle and he smelled the reek of sulfur the dragons put off and began to form a picture in his head. He saw the magma around him solidifying and the black flame that surrounded him turning orange and then yellow and then almost pure white. He imagined the temperature around him skyrocketing. The world around him began to change to portray what he saw, then he opened his eyes

"everyone should probably duck cuz its about to get realy hot in there" said Typhon, then he picked up his sword

Illusionist tried to get up but found that he couldn't. His whole body felt like it was asleep and trying to move sent pins and needles throughout it. The dragon that had charged at him was preocuppied with his phantom army, even if the phantoms were now a bit on the weird side. The world around him began to change, the Netherworld was a place shaped by powerful thoughts. Apparently this Typhon fellow had enough power to shape this level of it.

"everyone should probably duck cuz its about to get realy hot in there", came the warning. "Way ahead of you." went the weak , telepathic reply. Illusionist rolled over onto his stomach so he could look away from the dragon. He still felt unready to get up. He saw Rotten fighting a downed dragon, he hadn't even noticed that one of the dragons fell. However something seemed wrong with the mummy, like he wasn't fully there.

Illusionist reached into the phantoms, he realized that they wouldn't last long enought to destroy the dragon. He pulled at a strand of energy in one of the fake Rottens, it binked out of existence for a second but was otherwise unharmed. Bending light around himself he made himself more inconspicious, if one of the dragons came at him it would all be over. Then he reached towards the dragon the real Rotten was fighting and pulled at its life and strength. He took the energy strand from the phantom, the same one he had taken from Rotten Luck when they first met and copyed it onto the strength he stole from the dragon. Then he sent a bolt of negative energy straight towards Rotten.

He felt a surge of power rush into him and he rose up from under the dragon that struck him. "um.. Guess I didn't eat anyone so that's good. Right follow Midnighters." Dazed but in control of himself again he went off wanting to get away from the Dragons.

"Yeah lets get out of here I have no desire if I can regenerate from becoming dragon dung." He started moving "And I'm sure none of you want the same."

Snaerr looked down at the Illusionist, who was clearly struggling to get off the ground, then at the growing waves of sweltering heat. Snaerr was even hot, and he never felt hot or cold since the... incident. Clearly this was some intense flame Typhon was whipping up, and

"Right. Time to go play rescue, I guess."

He flew down to the Illusionist, and quickly began encasing them both in a sphere of ice, making the walls thicker and thicker.

"Thanks Snaerr,I owe you one." said Illusionist. Encased in a sphere of ice, Illusionist was more or less cut off from the Netherworld. His mind was clearing, feeling was returning to his body, he felt cold. He sat up."My head's been a bit off since we got here, my magic doesn't like this place."

He put a gloved hand on the ice wall and a thin hand print began to melt into it. Strength flowed from one of the dragons into his phantoms. One phantom plunged its ice sword into the dragon's mouth and wounded its insides. Whatever Typhon was doing would finish the beast off. The phantoms turned to Illusionists and faded out of existence. He'd miss them, strange mummy things that they were.

"If we're retreating we should take the car with us. Sage might want it back." Illusionist looked at the black Lamborghini and it slowly began to float upwards, its density now somewhere between hot air and helium.
"Can someone please give the car a good push?" came the telepathic request. "Car's pretty light now, should be like pushing a shopping cart."

"Hey, this thing was specifically designed to withstand that inferno," Snaerr pointed out. "I vote the best move is to wait for the heat to clear up and then catch them up. If Sage doesn't want his car hurt, he shouldn't leave it laying around."

Damsel took to the skies to rejoin the retreating squad. That's when she noticed the thing approaching.

"Guys, we got a problem. Some kinda spirit-ghost thing up ahead, coming right to us. Not sure if its passive or aggressive."

"Thanks Rotten, but I'm fine, just not used to doing magic here, is all." went the telepathic message. Illusionist put his hand on the floor of the ice sphere and it began to rise slowly into the air."I should be fine as long as I stay in the Ice."

"Guys, we got a problem. Some kinda spirit-ghost thing up ahead, coming right to us. Not sure if its passive or aggressive."

Illusionist began to bend the light around the ice sphere. The frozen orb, now floating above the trapped dragons a seemed to vanish.He put one hand on his forehead. "Ok, me and Snaerr will stay cloaked.I'm not sure what that thing is, but If its hostile Snaerr can snipe it."He looked at Snaerr. "You can snipe from inside here, right?" he said.

"You can snipe from inside here, right?"

Snaerr frowned. "Eehh...."

He looked out of the sphere. "I should be able to conjure and manifest ice outside of the sphere, but I won't be able to directly evoke it, which is pretty much my most powerful gun. Metaphorically speaking, of course."

He paused, considering it again. "Well, the sphere was really just meant to be protective, though. I could probably make small crenelations, for the purpose of attack. Might make the sphere less solid, though."

(Hmm kind of meant it was a far distance away just heading in their direction but oh well. The wayward spirit will show up again but not sure right now be best.))

"I don't know about you guys but I say we try to move around the spook. We aren't 100% yet from those Dragons. If we move fast we should be able to avoid it." Rotten said as he looked at the ghostly figure.

In the west the demonling came to a cavern marked with magical runes. They flashed as he passed under but nothing happened he was recognized and accepted. "MISTRESS! People from other realm! Came in Portal!"

The witch that lived in the cave lifted her head dressed in skins and woven cloths. "A Portal? From another realm hmm. I need to see this for myself." She rose up and started walking "Balam I want you to follow the people see what they are doing here and I go to the Portal location."

"Balam do balam bash them make them talk!" "NO Follow and don't interfere these people might be my only chance to return to the earthly plane"

Balam sighed "No fight will follow."

"Good now tell me where is this Portal located."

The demonling told her all it knew then the two split the Demonling heading off to follow the group as she started hiking her way to the Portal.

Typhon awoke to see Pious's mighty wings beating above him, he was still disoriented from his last attack and he took a moment to figure out where he was. That boost was like a sugar rush and gave him a big crash.

"Did anyone grab my sword?" he asked and looked around, no one had "Ill be right back guys"

Typhon rolled out of Pious's arms and dove downward using his momentum to coast back to the dragons. Most of the dragons were encased in the earth crushed by its weight but one had its head sticking out of the ground and was wimpering, his sword embedded in its jaw, it was a pitiful sight.

Typhon looked back at the group of mortals growing ever smaller, even now they were mere specks in the sky, far enough away they would not see him. He reached down placed his hand on the dragons nose and looked into its eyes

"In life you were a mighty creature noble in its purest form and for that you have received a second chance" The dragon then began to glow with a red light Typhon's sword clattered on the ground and the dragon began to shimmer and shrink into a small infant. Typhon reached down and picked it up "go now and avoid this caravan it will bring nothing but misery to you" he said and thrrew it into the air.

Typhon sheathed his sword and walked to the other dragons ending the misery of some and changing the others.

When he was done Typhon leaped into the air beating his wings to gain speed. The sooner they reached their goal the sooner the earthlings would leave.

"Well, the sphere was really just meant to be protective, though. I could probably make small crenelations, for the purpose of attack. Might make the sphere less solid, though."

Illusionist thought for a moment. The invisible ice sphere was really their only defense against attacks. Neither he nor Snaeer were what you would call durable.More importantly it was the only thing standing between him and the rather painful magic of the Netherworld.

"Small crenelations are a good idea. If you can take the ghost thing out of the fight quickly the damage to our shield shouldn't matter. If you can't I should at least be able to slow it down a bit." Unless of course they ran into something that was resistent to their magic. He laughed nervously. "Maybe we'll run into something friendly. Must be plenty of heroes who hang around these parts."

Illusionist reached into the pocket of his coat."Well I think we're supposed to be heading in that direction." He preteneded to pull out what looked like an old Nintendo 64 controller,spray painted gold with the cord ripped out."Now the way I figure it, these police drones have to have some sort of backup controls, right?In case they need to be turned off or something, maybe they run into something AIs can't handle. " Good, this was good, he had to convince the others or this wouldn't work.Magic really is just misdirection. "I'm sure the nice MAGI people won't mind if we commandeer a pair of drones." He pushed an analog stick forward on the controller which was slowly becoming more real, everything would fall apart if someone realized he was lying. To his relief two police drones responed to his control. One flew into the ice sphere and pushed it forward, engulfed in the strange trick of light which made him and Snaerr invisible. The other pushed the Lamborghini towards their destination.

City of Dis

After about an hour of flying through fiery hot air, the team had finally reached the city of demons. A steep-sided gorge eroded by streams of lava separated the city from the volcanic landscape. With the canyon in the way, it seemed impossible to cross over without wings or flight. As the six adventurers came to a landing on the outskirts of the city, a gang of large tattooed and bearded demons could be seen, sitting on strange looking motorbikes, guarding the borders.

A jet-fuelled policebot brought the invisible Snaerr and the Illusionist gently down onto the dust-covered tarmac. Another lowered the beastly Lamborghini that had been driven originally by the demon Kasha. Without warning the four policebots saluted the party then took off into the skies, heading back in the direction of the portal, probably to guard it. Two of the four Midnighter mages stepped forward to address the group. "Lady and Gentlemen, we have reached the eighth circle of hell; the City of Dis. Within these walls are gateways to all the inner circles. If you wish to go further, I would advise you take some form of disguise. We will camp here and set up monitoring and enhancement spells to buff your performance as you go deeper into Hell."

Pious looked to where he thought the Illusionist stood and spoke directly to him.

"We should travel inside the demon thief's car to avoid arousing suspicion" he said. "Illusionist. Disguises... can you do that? Make us appear like demons?"

Snaerr slowly opened the ice sphere, looking around him and frowning. "Hmm. I didn't honestly think that'd work. Guess we lost the dead lady after all, eh?"

He sighed, then turned toward the demons, his eyes glowing slightly blue. He flinched back suddenly.

"Oh wow. These freaks are way less cuddly than the demons that are running all over Pocket D' every Saturday night. Sheesh, and to think one of them was bragging about being the Harbinger of the End of Days..."

Illusionist shook the strange controller. It made a rattling sound, as though some of the old, and entirely vestigial components had come loose through wear and tear. "Didn't tell em to land." He muttered, almost incomprehensible beneath his mask. Truth be told he hadn't really told the policebots anything, which really wouldn't be a problem so long as no one realized that.Snaerr opened up the frozen orb and stepped out. Immediately the heat hit Illusionist. It was like walking out of a freezer into the middle of summer, and with the heat came the overbearing aura of evil. I can handle this he told himself, its only Hell.

As soon as he stepped out of the Sphere it, and the car began to float gently into the air as some semblance of physics began to reassert itself. It couldn't have begun to rise earlier, that would have been inconvenient. He reached a hand out to restore the demon's car's density. "I'm going to just leave the Ice sphere, it’ll melt on its own." He wondered how long his magic would last without him, whether a giant floating ball of ice would appear to reveal his presence to the city, or whether the demons would bathe in invisible rain.

"We should travel inside the demon thief's car to avoid arousing suspicion. Illusionist. Disguises... can you do that? Make us appear like demons?"

"Well most of you look like demons to me already, but here, go nuts." Illusionist raised his hands and a rainbow of bright, colorful string shot out of them. They mixed and melded with the magic in the air until they became dull and brown and muddied with ambient demonic evil. Then the bloody strings enveloped the party in their bizarre cocoons. Illusionist emerged as a tall muscular man with crimson skin. Fire burned in his eyes and he wore a crown of dull bone horns. His hands were long, his fingers claws, adorned with metal edges. He wore no shirt but his tattoos showed horrific stories of foes he had (supposedly) vanquished. His leather pants had a hole in them for his forked tail and his feet were cloven hooves. He looked around to see what sort of beasts his friends had turned themselves into.

Rotten blinked and looked at his hands seeing black bone like groaths and then there was the horns on his head. "Um... Okay so I'm a Demon now. At the very least looks like one."



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Balam scurried across the road to another hiding spot trying to get a better view. "Oh they disguised themselves."

Pious watched on as his wife took the shape of a red-skinned succubus. His own wings lost its feathers and bore nothing but charred bone. His slender and shadowed frame remained the same but two large horns sprouted from his sandy hair.

"Yeah. This aught about do it" he said, climbing into the beastly Lamborghini. "Inside the car when you're all ready guys. Who wants the wheel?"

Illusionsist looked around. Typhon and Snaeer were still in their cocoons. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw something move. Probably nothing. He looked at his claws, he always envied claws scrappers. Then a horrible thought dawned on him. The car wasn't actually meant for demons, or at least, the sort of demons he, Rotten and Pious were. He pulled at the magic in one arm with his fingers. The claws made in difficult to hold things. It felt like his arm was encased in hot, sticky rubber. The demonic magic had done more then disguise his own spell, if had empowered it. The illusion didn't want to change and it certainly didn't want to let him go. He managed to pull a blood red string of magic loose. Wrapping it around his claws he extended it towards the car."Sage's car doesn't look very demonic, we should probably disguise it before we enter the city." Weird even his telepathic voice sounded odd, it was lower, growlier. The red strings tried to enter the car but they bounced of its black surface with a zapping sound. The car's unholy motor growled. "Ok so I can't actually make the car bigger. Seriously where did Sage find this thing?" He decided to just wrap his magic around the car. The thread wove into cloth and the cloth became a pair of hot rod flames. A cow's skull with burning eyes and a nose ring appeared on the front of the car and skulls appeared on its rims. "I know this all looks ridiculous but it should help us blend in." He sat down in the shotgun seat. "Can someone with hands please get the wheel?"

Snaerr blinked and shuddered slightly. "I would, but they appear to be huge bony claws now, I'm pretty sure I can't grip anything thinner than a telephone pole."

Perhaps it was a slight exaggeration, but not much. His illusory demonic form resembled nothing, he thought, as much as the Nevra Daemons that the Circle of Thorns were so fond of summoning, though he was still basically humanoid. Pale, bony, with claws and bony spurs, and with a constant aura of ice crystals and chilling mists falling from him, to say nothing of the massive, ragged wings now sprouting from his back- which, he suspected, would make sitting in the car a right pain in the-

"Um, anyway, I guess I'll just have to sit in the back. Unless you want me to be the hood ornament."

Typhon looked down at his hands, or what used to be his hands. They were now covered with thick soft gray fur and had short black claws the palms now had pink pads

"oh boy" said Typhon he closed his eyes and looked at his back "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed and hopped over to the car trying to look in one of the mirrors "You turned me into a BUNNY???" looking around for the illusionist "Do you know how scared of bunnys I am? I'm probably going to faint every time I see my own reflection"

Typhon sat down with a loud thump "Today sucks" he sighed