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[Corai]

You mean the new suit, or something else?

-Just wait. Juuuuust wait.....-

[Oliolli]

I need people to advance the in-story time so Oliolli can actually reach the fort... again. He's currently stuck in stasis some distance from the fort.

[Gizogin]

[I'm going to be occupied with family stuff for the next two weeks, and my Internet access will be sporadic at best.  I'll check in when I can, but someone else will likely need to take over Gizogin and Gizo X for a while.  They don't have to be done by the same person.]

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

I need people to advance the in-story time so Oliolli can actually reach the fort... again. He's currently stuck in stasis some distance from the fort.

Not going to run into the titan on your journey back?

[wierd]

Sorry guys,

Things have. Been picking up at work, and I can't goof off enough to really push the plot along.

I will be free over the weekend though.. hopefully.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Sorry guys,

Things have. Been picking up at work, and I can't goof off enough to really push the plot along.

I will be free over the weekend though.. hopefully.

That is understandable.  Work is scarce.

[Corai]

Sorry guys,

Things have. Been picking up at work, and I can't goof off enough to really push the plot along.

I will be free over the weekend though.. hopefully.

That is understandable.  Work is scarce.

-Joykill, if you post again before saturday, I will set your house on fire. Go work now.-

[Gizogin]

Gizogin put down the mirror, his scrying spell finished.  He hadn't been able to see quite as much as he would have liked, but he did at least know generally what was going on outside the hospital.  He was more worried about how quickly his magic reserves had run out.  He either needed to get a bigger core, or he needed to become radically more efficient with his spells.  It was going to take a while for the Core to recharge from the collector, and in the meantime, Gizogin started working on another, bigger Core.  This one, he hoped, would hold enough charge to last him more than two spells at a time.

[Where is everyone?  I thought I was going to have trouble staying active, but there's no one else here.]

The other Gizogin woke up in the bunker.  He stood up slowly off the hard ground.  His back wasn't going to thank him for that.  He looked around at all the dwarves engaged in various idle activities, and realized that the siege must still have been going on.  Even so, he wasn't going to just sit around any longer.  There were too many things to be done, siege or no siege.

[Oliolli]

I need people to advance the in-story time so Oliolli can actually reach the fort... again. He's currently stuck in stasis some distance from the fort.

Not going to run into the titan on your journey back?

Nah, I'll save that one for another occasion. Good minibosses are hard to come by.

[wierd]

Wierd scrunched up the side of his cheek in a sardonic half-sneer, half-smirk.  "That's only in the more horrible sections of her book. It grew out of druidic healing magics, which range from benign to elaborate. So far my favorite in there is just a simple spell to help the body heal itself, doesn't require any dominion, or plant extracts, though most of the more powerful forms for regrowing a lost arm, or covering somebody in boils and such have such requirements. This spell will leave scars if you use it to close a large wound. The more powerful forms don't."

The bite only looked nasty, and was actually pretty shallow. He had seen worse damage from mountain lions on livestock. Hugo's leg scales had offered some natural armor against the bite, and only the dermis was punctured and slightly torn. Enough to be painful, and to bleed real good, but there weren't any open hanging flaps of skin.  The boring healing spell that Thari had included in her compendium of medical horrors "only for completeness" was perfectly up to the task. It would leave a hairline scar, but it wouldn't be noticeable unless you looked really closely.

He withdrew his hand, the nasty glow fading from his fingertips. All healed.

"so, what's the situation with zanz? Has he gotten himself in deeper shit that he expected now or what? and what did you do with corai? He went with you, didnt he?"

[WillowLuman]

"Thanks for that, man. Anyway, Corai said he had to get something from his room when we got back. I made him promise not to do anything to vicious to you for a while, but I'd still watch out if I were you. Zanzetkuken's been called back to help fight a war. Apparently the enemy has biological weapons, namely an extremely deadly pathogen, so I made him promise to keep our dimension out of it. If we're lucky, we shouldn't hear from any interdimensional visitors for a while. This world probably isn't very interesting to that enemy, anyway."

[Interestingly, traditional elven druid healing magic is mostly for healing the wounds of plants, due to their religious obsession with maintaining the forest and shaping plants into useful form. It took Thari a fair bit of work to adapt the techniques for animals, some of which she had done just before her exile, and some saw it as a minor heresy. Of course, there were still several basic spells for healing people before this.]

[wierd]

"Joy." wierd said in a flat, languid tone.  He didnt trust zanz, and there was one thing you could never count on when wars were concerned: containment.  Fighting a serious external threat meant both sides would be willing to engage in guerrilla tactics, and that dirty little backwaters like the one the bay12 forumites had found themselves in made good spots to put insurgent forces... from both factions.  wars had a nasty habit of tracking completely ideologically neutral territories and nations into their bullshit, as the strongmen battled to see who's balls really did hang lower in their trousers.

If the fighting was going to stay out of this world, now that pandora's box had been opened in the figurative sense, it meant hammering the lid of that accursed box shut, and glueing the edges so that nothing could get in or out.  His power over the road of the dead was not up to this task. the dragons and apparently their sworn extradimensional adversaries used different methods of traversing the void.  Perhaps he could discover a way to protect this universe somehow, but he needed to know more information first. So much new stuff to learn, so little time... so much work to do too.

He let out a sigh mixed with a groan.

"do you think that fat-head left anything useful in his quarters?" he asked wearily.

"Corai, --or Zanzetkuken?" asked hugo. His expression was confoundment, mixed with a slight hint of concern.

"Zanzetkuken." he said. 

Hugo was evidently still struggling with the idea of his condition. Though, now that he had thought about it, the almost instinctual urge to kill corai had abated considerably, but totally unnoticed until now.  He had mentioned corai several times since hugo had latched on, and not once did that festering rage beneath the surface threaten to claw itself into the real world in the form of brutal savagery.

"Huh..." He muttered.

"What was that?" hugo asked.
"Nothing. Just noticed something funny. Dont worry about it."
"You've said a lot today that makes me very worried." hugo retorted. "being secretive about it doesn't encourage my confidence."

wierd chuckled.

"I just noticed something that feels a lot like my missing conscience, that's all. I just realized I had thought about Corai without immediately wanting to kill him." He smiled. "I hope it lasts."


He had an idea brewing in the back of his head that might just work, but would be dangerously skirting the line on ethical use of souls. Necromancers that had violated that taboo were something he was contractually obligated to "clean up", but if he could find out exactly how these extradimensional incursions from neighboring realities were being done, maybe he could .... alter... the normal sealing sigil used to can the unholy undead. Perhaps there was a way to wrap up the whole universe in little closed bands of void with banished necromancers swirling around inside like a big, yucky cocoon.... He doubted it would actually work, or even that there were enough evil necromancers in the world to use for raw material in the first place.... First, he needed to know how those dragons, or worse, their enemies, were getting from plane to plane without their physical substance disintegrating, or going stark raving mad. If he could find the hole, then he could devote more thought on plugging it... maybe...

[Oliolli]

Far-away mountain in the middle of a forest, exact location unknown
He stood almost two and a half meters tall, more than enough to see over the fortifications at the top of the tower. He had been scanning the horizon for some time now. He enjoyed it, simply watching the world, and the silence. Almost as much as he did killing. As he heard steps from the stairs leading up to the tower he wagered a guess that the peace wouldn't last long, soon he would be needed somewhere. By the time the hatch in the floor creacked open, he had made four different guesses as to the reason for the disturbance.
"M- Master Horrigan?"
"Yes?"
"I- I have some bad news."
Naturally. As Horrigan turned to face him, he noticed that the messenger was shivering with fear.
"Spit it out."
"Th- th- the cave outpost... it- it has been wiped out."
All four wrong. This was surprising at the least.
"P- please forgive me, master."
"You were not present at the time?"
"N- no, sir."
"Then you have nothng to fear."
The messenger was visibly relieved.
"What happened?"
"It- it would appear that the operatives killed each other. No indication as to why."
"Killed... each other? No reason?"
"Yes, master."
Horrigan turned to look out over the forest again. Operatives killing one another for no apparent reason... This was more welcome news than the messenger had believed it to be.
"Thank you. You may go."
The messenger quickly left.
This was indeed welcome news.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

In your endeavors to do that, you will probably run across the seal I earlier put on this realm.  It is infused with a third-person viewpoint of when it was created, allowing you to see my struggle against Bolas.

Within my room, and your old room, are hidden alcoves with levers leading to labs (fully functional) that I built behind the rooms.  The only things, besides the equipment, are three things within my lab.
1-a note that tells you of the lab behind your old room (Eric would not have known about that one, and would've dug you a different one, the one you are now using)
2-blueprints for a halo forge-bot (was supposed to be a spark duplicator, but it didn't work out that way)
3-my notes upon planeswalker sparks and how to create localized barriers for different areas (only able to work over a 1/4 mile radius- 20 adamantine bars, 15 dragon scales[dragons shed old scales when the scales below remove skin-contact with those above], 10 mana of each type [Hugo can only contribute 4 of the 6 types-Red, Blue, Black, and Colorless])

[wierd]

the idea was not to make a local barrier, but to protect the whole universe.

The circular road that gets made to "contain" an evil necromancer's spiritual essence, (to prevent them becoming something horrible, lifeforce sucking, and lich-like) is completely inside the void between dimensions.

It makes use of a couple noteworthy properties of that extra-planar "space", namely, that size is meaningless, speed is meaningless, and time is meaningless. What matters is total energy for a specific task.

In this case, the size of the "hoolahoop" can be infinitely small like a calabi-yau manifold, (making it able to be bound up inside some physical object, even a single atom.), or infinitely large, and able to circle the whole universe. Since time and speed are moot, the soul's energy could be seen to be distributed along the whole hoop evenly when seen by an outside observer. In this case, the idea is to make use of these properties to create one of 2 things, depending on how many he can get his dirty necromantic hands on.  1) Wrap the whole universe up in an impenetrable web like a caterpillar's cocoon, using infinitely thin, infinitely long "threads".  2) find the exact spot through the void that the insurgents are using, and use the structures he can make to create a booby trap. (Essentially, when they try to open a portal through the crack, instead of opening on our side, it punctures the combined prisons of all the necromantic horrors, and gives them a way out..... Into the invader's realm.)