Griffin's dragon is able to easily heft Stonebeard, and bring the group back to the portal, where Rose, despite cajoling from her alleged companion, proves entirely unable to recognize the unconscious woman or her companions... until she hears the psychic one's 'voice', which is what finally convinces her to put the gun away.
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The dragon follows Warden-3 back to the rendezvous point at a decent pace for an organic creature, but painfully slow for a fighter jet. The two have to dodge several stray beams of yellow lightning along the way, but make it there in one piece.
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Tyra can feel the magic in the sword as she returns to the group. It's got powerful, ancient enchantments worked into it, somehow. When she returns, she's pleased to note that the big steel creature has carried the incapacitated man over to the rest of the group.
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When Captain Morgan's Revenge covers the twitching woman, she smashes some of it between her elbow and knee in her struggles... and abruptly returns to visibility, revealing red hair, a freckled face, and a battered set of dark blue clothes festooned with a mildly absurd amount of empty holsters, bandoliers, and sword frogs. Still, he's able to pick her up without much resistance, and her twitches slowly subside as he carries her back to the others.
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With the group reunited, the purple creature motions everyone back from the crushed woman, and with shaky motions she rises, like a puppet on strings. Her hands thrust forward, uncoordinated, as if under the control of something that's still learning where the joints are at, and a strange, blue symbol evocative of a moon shimmers into being on her forehead. Before her hands, a vertical, white crack appears in the air, and slowly spreads, until a hole in the world manifests, surrounded by white grid lines.
Our base is through the Ultra Wormhole. We can regroup there, and figure out what happened to my friends and comrades, The psychic creature suggests. Behind you, one of the titanic creatures grapples the other, and there is a horrible sucking sensation as the entire world shivers and shakes. We cannot linger, or we will die.
Your last sight before entering the portal is a finally clear image of the two combatants. An immense, three-headed dragon, rose-gold scales gleaming as it emits a cackling, high-pitched screech of triumph. It stands over the cracked, bleached, crumbling remains of what looks a lot like a giant, spiny turtle with a dinosaur head... And an identical shell rests on the back of the victorious monster.
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You emerge from the Ultra Wormhole, and it closes behind you, leaving you standing in a grassy courtyard, with a circular, wooden platform polished and scarred by hundreds of feet and battles in the center. Paths lead off to other places, clearly visible as rooms, buildings, chunks of some technologically advanced construct, even an entire street of houses, floating in an indistinct, grey void.
Most of the people you rescued promptly collapse, if they were on their feet at this point, but the purple psychic and her armored companion hold strong.
I am Skye. My species is called Gothitelle. None of my companions are in immediate medical danger, as I sense their fates far into the future, and so... I will answer your questions if you ask them. As for introductions... My friend here is called Frederick She gestures to the steel-clad creature, The swordsman is Dale, the redhead Amber, the dwarf Stonebeard, the markswoman Rose, and the dragon is called Nergigante. I do not know whether this is his species or personal name. My Trainer and... close friend is Zelda. And we are in the Forgotten Shards. Pieces of dead worlds, things that have fallen into the cracks between realities, some of these have ended up here, and coalesced into this place. It is... relatively safe. The Trespassers, the world-eaters, the thing that nearly killed us all, they have yet to think to look for their enemies in the remains of their past meals.
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Topic: [IC] TMV2GG Main Plot 1: A Shadow of New Despair (Read 5290 times)