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[Gizogin]

Gizogin found himself back up in the main part of the fortress, just a little ways away from the kitchen, where there seemed to be a lot of commotion.  He'd just been wandering around the safe area, when he'd smelled something cooking (Gizogin apparently has a really good nose).  He'd followed his nose for a while, and now he was here.

"Hello?" he called out.  "Anyone in there?"  He really was quite hungry.  He couldn't actually remember the last time he'd eaten; that happened to him occasionally, when he really got down to work.  He'd just lose track of time and forget to eat or sleep.  As a doctor, he knew what that could do to his overall health, but he just couldn't help it.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

"I'd be careful with your jedi mind tricks if I were you, Eric. Zanzetkuken mentioned something about a coup to me earlier, so I think these guys might be from that interdimensional citadel he used to rule. I don't know what they're capable of, so let's make sure they haven't put any kind of protection before you try something like that."

I stepped down, and the only coup to happen was one of the masters' minds by the unknown force.

"It's possible, I guess, if they had been blessed or the commander himself also knows the secrets. I'll test him, first, for sure, in a way that would not be offensive."

Zanzetkuken slowed as he heard speaking coming from the kitchen, walked up behind Eric silently, and said, "The dragons of the citadel speak through usage of their minds, and have put spells stronger than your mental thralldom that allow them to hear what you are commanding, but cannot be affected by it.  Those same spells also limit what others around them can hear from their minds."

[WillowLuman]

"Good of you to join us. You're just in time for dinner! Zanz, I need to talk about our arrangement. If I'm still alive when this is over, I'd like to change it up, what with you being gone so often from this dimension.

[wierd]

He was a bit miffed with eric and zanz. Blowing him off without even a thought.

He raised the pot of soup up a notch above the coals to reduce the heat, then returned to the ball of bread dough, working it smooth and even again.  It had the desired pockets of gas forming in the structure of the dough, and the kitchen was certainly warm enough for a good rise.  One more and it would be time to divide loaves for the oven.

He started muttering under his breath.  He spooned up a large plate of the now done beef and dnoodles for Hugo, and sliced him some cake, before realizing that hugo didn't have hands... then discretely decanted the plate's contents into a large bowl instead, and providing a pigtail napkin.

Eric was still going on about mindcontrolling the dragons outside. Weird reached under the counter where he had left the eggs when making egg noodles, and scooped out a chicken egg.

Mumbling under his breath, and mocking eric, zanz and roead's conversations because they were completey ignoring his input, he muttered inaudibly and sardonically, "oh, they can't be mind controlled, the dragons are just too awesome!" He scowled. "Yeah, if they're so awesome, can they handle something like this?"

He squeezed the egg in his left hand firmly, but not enough to break it, then flooded it with as much malign intent as he could channel, mingled with Thari's perverse healing and mutagenic magics he had been reading earlier.  The egg jostled, and a deformed, bloody, and puss oozing chick leg shot out the side, before the contents of the egg died.  Realizing what he had done, he discretely disposed of it into the fire pit.

[Eric Blank]

"I'd be careful with your jedi mind tricks if I were you, Eric. Zanzetkuken mentioned something about a coup to me earlier, so I think these guys might be from that interdimensional citadel he used to rule. I don't know what they're capable of, so let's make sure they haven't put any kind of protection before you try something like that."

I stepped down, and the only coup to happen was one of the masters' minds by the unknown force.

"It's possible, I guess, if they had been blessed or the commander himself also knows the secrets. I'll test him, first, for sure, in a way that would not be offensive."

Zanzetkuken slowed as he heard speaking coming from the kitchen, walked up behind Eric silently, and said, "The dragons of the citadel speak through usage of their minds, and have put spells stronger than your mental thralldom that allow them to hear what you are commanding, but cannot be affected by it.  Those same spells also limit what others around them can hear from their minds."

Eric, having no manners whatsoever in conversation, had to interrupt Hugo before he could finish his dialogue.
"Even if I trust your judgement when dealing with them, I can't say that I believe for one second that they are deities in and of themselves. Even if they were blessed directly by a god, as is necessary to stop divine magics like necromancy or the secret I learned, as they are the magic of the gods given purpose through us, and my spell rings hollow, I don't intend to speak hollow words or rely on magic. I've bought off uglier beggars with fewer coins, and this commander isn't the wisest to step out infront of his lines and pace in front of the gates of a dwarven fortress, no matter how confident he is in his power. Dwarven machinations are known to strike the unwary down in an instant. My worst fear is that he's too much of an idiot to care what I say, and Cog can pull the lever before I make it back inside. If you want to go out there ahead of me, be my guest." He finished with a grimmace. It was him they were after, and since he'd finally shown up for the party, Eric now ran the risk of being caught lying if he told them he had no idea where the former Emperor had run off to during the emergency evacuation, and he was a terrible liar. It was either beating around the bush, or admitting that Zanzetkuken was waiting inside for good news.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

"You must remember that when you have used the ability in the past, it was with weaker entities.  I am certain that it is limited by your strength, therefore, your ability to use it on dragons, who number the most out there, would be impossible."

[ooc]If you try to test that out on me, I will have no qualms killing your character.[/ooc]

[Gizogin]

[Hey, I'm here too!  I just wandered in, drawn by the scent of food. 

He squeezed the egg in his left hand firmly, but not enough to break it,

It's actually impossible to crush an egg in your hand, unless you dig in with your fingers or something.  Just holding it in your palm and trying to squeeze it, you can't break an egg.  The shape of it distributes force extremely well.  The more you know...]

Gizogin cleared his throat, trying to make his presence known.  Everyone seemed too busy with their respective activities to pay him any mind.  He didn't really care, as long as he got some food.

[wierd]

.....'larger entities'.... he fumed.

He cut a slice of cake, and vulgarly stuffed it in his face, then refilled the plate he had dirtied spooning up food for hugo, and commenced inhaling the noodles.

That oaf zannie, and that megalomaniacal shit-head eric wanted to play with 'larger entities', he'd give them larger entities. 

The bread would take another hour to rise properly the second time, so he covered it gently with a tamp cloth, and took the soup off the fire, then palmed another of the eggs from under the counter.

"I have to use the bathroom!" He shouted.

"Like a fucking care, you lunatic!" Eric roared, resuming his heated discussion with zannie.

Passing hugo, he shot him a slightly crazed look, and shuffled out of the kitchen. On the way, he bumped into gizogen.

"Foods on the stove." He gruffed, hurrying along the dark and deserted corridor.

[Act II, the birth of mega ultra chicken]

[Eric Blank]

[You're not a dragon, you're human. I already know it works on humans perfectly well, and that couldn't even answer the question of whether it would be able to affect other species.]

"Strength of mind, will, and body are negligible; if it has any information processing faculties, I should be able to control it. I'm not aware of any exceptions besides the non-living, immortal in the not-alive sense, deific, or guarded by the deific including those with access to this same power. Since dragons can be slain and have free will of their own, they must be both living and possess appropriate mental faculties to be manipulated. I've used it before on weaker forms of dragon I met with you in control; if they were truly unaffected, then you must have gotten "Highly trained professional spy" confused with "Highly trained professional actor." I'll heed Hugo's warning and be cautious about using it right off the bat or in an offensibve manner, but frankly I find it insulting that you think my will weaker than one of them anyhow. A giant flying lizard needs little willpower to get by, and indeed express little when met with a sufficient challenge that comes out of nowhere, as a black bear runs form a cat in a bush. People like us, after what we've been through; how could you doubt any of us? None of us are here through pure luck and you know it; we fought and bled for it, and were simply more difficult to kill than those that attempted to kill us, through power or cunning. We are not meak in comparison to anything the mortal world can throw at us. Do you have any specific advice as to what would get his attention besides finally finding someone to talk to besides an undead bird? Anyone? Would anyone like to join me besides Roead?"

[Yeah, this plan probably isn't going to hold up...]

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

[You're not a dragon, you're human. I already know it works on humans perfectly well, and that couldn't even answer the question of whether it would be able to affect other species.]

"Strength of mind, will, and body are negligible; if it has any information processing faculties, I should be able to control it. I'm not aware of any exceptions besides the non-living, immortal in the not-alive sense, deific, or guarded by the deific including those with access to this same power. Since dragons can be slain and have free will of their own, they must be both living and possess appropriate mental faculties to be manipulated. I've used it before on weaker forms of dragon I met with you in control; if they were truly unaffected, then you must have gotten "Highly trained professional spy" confused with "Highly trained professional actor." I'll heed Hugo's warning and be cautious about using it right off the bat or in an offensibve manner, but frankly I find it insulting that you think my will weaker than one of them anyhow. A giant flying lizard needs little willpower to get by, and indeed express little when met with a sufficient challenge that comes out of nowhere, as a black bear runs form a cat in a bush. People like us, after what we've been through; how could you doubt any of us? None of us are here through pure luck and you know it; we fought and bled for it, and were simply more difficult to kill than those that attempted to kill us, through power or cunning. We are not meak in comparison to anything the mortal world can throw at us. Do you have any specific advice as to what would get his attention besides finally finding someone to talk to besides an undead bird? Anyone? Would anyone like to join me besides Roead?"

[Yeah, this plan probably isn't going to hold up...]

I am a planeswalker, in case you haven't looked it up:

The defining trait of planeswalkers is the ability to travel between separate universes with ease, while the vast majority of people throughout the multiverse are not even aware that other worlds beside their own exist.

The new breed of planeswalkers no longer display the near-omnipotence of their predecessors. While they are usually powerful mages, they are still physical beings that in general age normally, can be harmed, and need the same sustenance as other mortals. This is in stark contrast to the earlier planeswalkers. Some of them have managed to suppress or avoid some of these limitation by magical means; however, these are specific to each planeswalker.

The new breed of planeswalker manifested itself for the first time in Venser of Urborg, a Dominarian artificer who participated at the solution of the Dominarian temporal crisis. Teferi's first theory was that the rifts mutated Venser's spark, which affected his ascension.

This new breed of planeswalkers was born during the Mending, when Jeska sacrificed her life and her spark to mend all temporal rifts in the Multiverse (doing so in such a great scale was probably enabled by her former existence as Karona, the embodiment of Dominarian magic, and the fact that Dominaria is the Nexus of the Multiverse.) The Mending caused a change in the very rules of Multiverse and a change in the nature of the planeswalker sparks.

Planeswalkers had incredible magical capabilities, surpassing all but the most powerful mortal wizards. Their lives could last indefinitely, and their physical forms were matters of will as they were energy projections of a center of consciousness. Through intense effort, planeswalkers could create their own artificial planes. Because of planeswalkers' prolonged life spans and immense power, some are worshipped as gods; many end up insane, or, at the very least, they come to regard the lives of mortals in low-esteem, if even at all.

A planeswalker is specifically a being who possesses a planeswalker's spark. There are other beings who, through various means, are able to travel between planes, but those are not technically considered planeswalkers (Marit Lage, the Eldrazi and the Myojin of Night's Reach are the best-known example). Many prerevisionist characters were referred to as planeswalkers but may not technically have been; without any further information, they remain subject to debate.

http://wiki.mtgsalvation.com/article/Planeswalker

"You greatly underestimate the willpower of these dragons.  The masters knew of your ability and chose the strongest willed of all the soldiers, 100 of whom have had thousands of years of experience, far surpassing yours.  They all have a stronger willpower than you, that I can guarantee, since I have fought beside them.  In fact, their general is distracting you.  I know his tactics.  He likely ordered his forces to begin tunneling into the fort, already."

After this fight, I am hoping to build this instead of the plane:
http://wiki.mtgsalvation.com/article/Skyship_Weatherlight

[wierd]

Weird ducked into one of the storage annexes.  Places were junk just naturally seemed to accumulate on its own, so the fortress just designated it for that function officially.

Satisfied that he wasn't being watched, and that nobody knew where he was, he sat quietly against one of the smooth stone walls, and marveled at his prize: the unassuming, white, and featureless chicken egg he had snagged clandestinely.

What Thari hadn't known about the nature of cancers, he did. Cancer was the reslt of improper generic transcoding during cell division, eventually accumulating to a tipping point where cell behavior went apeshit.  Magic that could induce cancer, could also induce forced evolution. None of her spells in that book focused on making new animal species. Perhaps the idea never occured to her. Didn't matter.  This little egg held the promise of new life, new things, and a new future. Philosophers through the ages had revered this fact about eggs, and had even written vast amounts of musings and rhetoric about it.  The ovum represented life, rebirth, change, mystery and hope.

This egg held lots of hope, but absolutely no mystery. He knew what was in an egg, how it worked, and why; something those moldy old philosophers never had a clue of.

Those old coots tried to use these to make the homunculous. What tools.

He held the egg up to get a better look at its smooth, white surface.

He smiled. Funny how such amazing things always seemed to come in such unassuming packages.

[Corai]

Weird Joykill has gone stark raving mad!

[wierd]

[Nono.... he's withdrawn from society! ]

He fumbled in his bag, pulling out the book on demented healing magic. He was really not well practiced, and he wanted whatever experience even a crazed mind had on the control of the magic, because this a serious lesson in fine magical manipulation. A single slipup, and you had dead mutant chicken in your hands.

The book was just as demented, twisted, and wrong as ever. Chapter after chapter on causing unspeakable pain, suffering, and afflictions on living beings filled the pages; rated from 1 to 10.

It was hard filtering all the sadism from the words of the tome, and bending the principles described therein to a new, non-sadistic purpose.

He bit his upper lip, held his breath and took the plunge. A sickly yellow and green aura enveloped the egg in his hand, and he closed his eyes. Magic tickled and poked at DNA molecules, driven by arcane will. Cells inside divided in an accelerated, but controlled manner. Copy errors cropped up, but fatal or cancer inducing ones were purged with more magic.

The world outside melted away. There was only the egg, being poked and prodded, shaped, sculpted, and molded into a new form of life. He breathed his will into the tiny white prison of calcium phosphate and protien, and the flesh obeyed.

Little by little, that which should have been a fuzzy, cute baby chick morphed and twisted into a creature with scales, socketed sharp teeth, talons, long spurs and a nasty disposition.

The egg jostled in his hands. Almost done....

[Eric Blank]

[I also wanted to build an airship at some point, actually. Probably need a fleet of 'em...

And no, I never bothered to look up Planeswalkers or anything regarding that game. I actually meant that I would have no reason to test it on you in order to determine whether it would work on dragons, as by all reasonable logic available to me they're completely different things.]
"Again, willpower isn't going to be a factor in the least. One doesn't simply shrug off deities; they dominate us all, and no mortal could overcome them. I am directly calling on a deity to circumvent other's control over their own bodies and decisions as much as Wierd calls upon divine powers to reanimate any deceased tissues. Experience or not, they would need direct intervention, as would any dead need direct intervention to avoid resurrection by a necromancer, should the body still exist. If they are tunneling into the fort, they'll be rather dissappointed to find it empty of anything worth sacking or anyone worth killing besides maybe you, entirely undefended in the first place except for a militia too caught up in their own pride to find a decent location to station themselves. I don't suppose you gave away all our defensive secrets, in the event you needed to rely on them, did you?" By this time he was absolutely seething with rage, as he had been once before when this dragon-lover decided he had a say in the affairs of foreigners, "If you think you've got a better idea than talking to him, then by all means go act on it, as I'm done with your distractions. This isn't getting us anywhere; there's still a siege outside. Go kill their sappers if you're sure of their presence. If you need me, I'll be blocking the gates to hell, just so you don't have to visit quite yet."

With that, he made his way out of the room and towards the ramps.

[Yes, I'm a dick like that. If you want to make a good argument, then know that letting it appear to be an argument in the first place is the worst way to negotiate with me and will cause me to rapidly develop symptoms usually associated with rabies.]

Weird ducked into one of the storage annexes.  Places were junk just naturally seemed to accumulate on its own, so the fortress just designated it for that function officially.

Satisfied that he wasn't being watched, and that nobody knew where he was, he sat quietly against one of the smooth stone walls, and marveled at his prize: the unassuming, white, and featureless chicken egg he had snagged clandestinely.

What Thari hadn't known about the nature of cancers, he did. Cancer was the reslt of improper generic transcoding during cell division, eventually accumulating to a tipping point where cell behavior went apeshit.  Magic that could induce cancer, could also induce forced evolution. None of her spells in that book focused on making new animal species. Perhaps the idea never occured to her. Didn't matter.  This little egg held the promise of new life, new things, and a new future. Philosophers through the ages had revered this fact about eggs, and had even written vast amounts of musings and rhetoric about it.  The ovum represented life, rebirth, change, mystery and hope.

This egg held lots of hope, but absolutely no mystery. He knew what was in an egg, how it worked, and why; something those moldy old philosophers never had a clue of.

Those old coots tried to use these to make the homunculous. What tools.

He held the egg up to get a better look at its smooth, white surface.

He smiled. Funny how such amazing things always seemed to come in such unassuming packages.

[You should totally make a little velociraptor. Not those totally-not-scary Jurassic Park ones either. The feathery chicken-sized menace would simply be awesome. And not that much different from a chicken, in terms of size and body covering, but a raptor nonetheless.

Honestly, I thought of a similar idea when you talked about the cancer-spell, and I was hoping you'd do it. ]

[Corai]

Corai- Smug and disconnected from the world mostly. Greedy and murderous with little sense of right or wrong. Kobold-overseer, kobold/forumite

Eric-"Fuse to make an 11th grade English teacher look like a calm, complacent human being with no concept of being respectful to anyone that pissed him off, and also a smug bastard that everybody hates" -Eric Blank, Forumite

Weird-Intelligent and insane. A master of basicly anything that has atoms or chemicals. Forumite

Splint-Easy to scare and no form of anger management. Has a lover, his copper pike. Forumite

Hugoluman-Friendly and OVAR 9000 anger management. A dragon and planeswalker.

Zanzetkuken-Smug and prideful, all-mighty and former ruler of the draconian people. Planeswalker

Gizogin-Insane, thats all. Robotic human.

Olloli- Is completly and utterly messed up, and has a arch-foe with the same name. Ghostly robot thing.

Saurinae - "Has perverse interspecies lust for a kobold maiden."-Hugoluman, Forumite.

-Thats my take on the people RPing right now, in a nutshell.-

-Edit to had Olloliloliloliololii HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT.-