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[Naturegirl1999]

((True, but corpses can have ecosystems of their own, this isn’t the case when you destroy everything))

[Yellow Pixel]

((I'm actually at the hospital since I have a pneumonia, but I'm returning home tomorrow, so I should then be able to post something.))

[TricMagic]

((True, but corpses can have ecosystems of their own, this isn’t the case when you destroy everything))

(Everything shall fall into the abyss, and from the abyss are new worlds born, and die. This is the long truth to your short truth.)

(: ) Also, you still in cyocgtcg prep school?)

[Yellow Pixel]

((I'm actually at the hospital since I have a pneumonia, but I'm returning home tomorrow, so I should then be able to post something.))

((Better than that: I will do something simple.))

Without putting himself on the path of the ball of green flame and roast the Last Falcon, Yellow Pixel will send a spell to energize Amon's shield with happiness, thus strengthening it.

[Unraveller]

TURN EIGHTEEN
This battle, no blood be spared,
Lifeforce drained and Throne be paired,
Ascend oh you, heir to nothing,
End this world for thy coming.

- % Amon % - & - Yellow Pixel -

FATES COLLIDE! - STARLIGHT SHIELD AGAINST A CELESTIAL BLAZE -
PIXEL'S AIDE -- 1d10 + 1 (Secondary Aspect) = 7

AMON'S SHIELD -- 1d10 + 3 (Transcendant Aspect) + 1 (Temporary Boon) + 2 (Happiness Enchantment)= 7
CLESYDROS' FLARE = 11

From on high it does descend, an ethereal blaze nigh on signifying the end times of this wretched world. Across this still place, the only light keeping it aloft grows ever dimmer, extinguishing in despair for the struggling powers below. A sense of panic seems to wash over the star-mantled Amon, gathering all the newfound powers of the vastness beyond, he calls them to himself. Whisking the life from distant stars and untapped worlds, unknowable things in the darkness far off, yet little answer's his heed. A thin membrane of magicks manages to shimmer forth, to it, the Beast of Basalt raises both arms, the great basalt stonework shifting along with its chaotic nature, Gazey merely hides behind its master, for moral support.

Before long, the ghostly fire plumed against the barrier, behind it, and even behind BoB's volcanic body, the flames licked and singed. All across the plateau of marble the air-dried to desert's crisp, sapping all the sweat from Amon's body. It looked grim, calling forth such ferocious natural power. Another spell was cast, illuminating the dying shield in a brilliant yellow aura, the Yellow Pixel darted by atop its two-dimensional falcon, passing through just to aide the reality-warping mystic. At the very least, that enchantment filled Amon with a renewed hope, a renewed vigor. He pushed back with all that he could muster. And yet even so, it was not enough. His magicks strained as each of those six arms struggled to control the spell aloft. The blaze whispered to him, madness it heralded, shattering through the astral shield and bathing the Throne in its might.

FATES DESCISION - BOB RESISTS - 1d10 + 6 (Hardiness) = 15!
FATES DESCISION - AMON RESISTS - 1d10 + 1 (Hardiness) + 2 (BoB's Protection) = 13!
FATES DESCISION - GAZEY RESISTS - 1d10 + 3 (Hardiness) + 2 (BoB's Protection) = 15!
((Wow))

The cosmic flames were awash across BoB's body, charring him black, yet difusing the fires, all are unharmed, though what was meant to be a 'permanent barrier shattered in moments after its conception.

- Shapeless Apparition -

FATES DESCISION - CONSUME ORB - 1d10 + 2 (Primary Aspect) = 5
FATES DESCISION - BRANCHING NODES - 1d10 + 2 (Primary Aspect) = 3

You grow, you grow, passively, all your nodes most definitely quicken their pace. The mutations apparent from the surge of magicks is most definite, yet with the clarion call of ascension beyond mortality, beyond this plane, you must have want to be swift. Your contemporaries, they must be amassing power just as you. All manner of earthen mass is converted to yet more nutrient, expanding your body. Shapeless Apparition's wounds become 12/7! Even so, the nodes seem to require more time to branch off further and build properly effective new shoots. You are certain however that in time your rate of growth will most definitely increase provided nothing drastic changes.

All this prodigious expansion has only managed to deepen your thirst, a tendril wraps firm and quick about the orb, storms dancing through the glassy sphere. It shocks at your body as you draw it in, but it does not perturb you, you must have it. The artefact of days long gone enters your form, every cell in your body rejects it's magick at once, but you keep on, attempting to incorporate it.

FATES DESCISION - SHOCKING MAGICKS - 1d10 + 4 (Hardiness) = 9

All the nerve receptors across your girth seethe with pain, yet only just so, the orb is resisting convergence, but you are certain your physiology can break it down to its most elemental forms and retain them. You resist any true damage it confers against you.

FATES DESCISION - SNEAKING BUD - 1d10 + 3 (Skill) = 12!

As tunnels are dug and new minor buds are beginning to gestate and be produced by the pulsating factory of your creation, your consciousness focuses upon the little blob high above. It does just as you command with the utmost precision. darting across the land, eastward to the sea, unspotted by the naked eye.

- Dr. Unpleasant -

FATES DESCISION - RAISE SHIPS - 1d10 + 2 (Primary Aspect) = 8 

Emerging from the hot Caldera Temple in a fine suit of bronze and iron, all polished to a shine worthy of your eminence, the eminence of a would-be-god, and with the Ruby-Eyed Staff firmly in your grasp, shimmering with its firey gaze, you look out upon your soldiers. The army of the dead and begotten, the fallen soldiers of millennia ago, the first men to walk the worlds, all risen to the task of carrying their master to a new tomorrow, they work tirelessly shaping blocks of the flash-dried clay into proper fortifications. They dig deeper trenches, and raise the making of a fortress at the mere behest of your thoughts. Through them you stride to the northern shore, the sea ever so gently licks upon the ashes in its stillness.

To the waters, black tendrils of magicks seed with royal purples unspoken by superstitious men lash out, flooding into the ocean depths. The spell traverses the ancient and dead sea-scape, delving for something to grasp hold of. It digs into countless years of sediments, plumbing ever deeper. The surfaces of the waters begin to bubble, the sea swells, waves begin to crash against the shore then all at once the blue opens up. A trio of sundered longships emerge from the wastes, waterlogged and petrified wood like stone is reformed and sealed under your magicks. To the decks, the Hateful Dead, newly emerged skeletons, their bones first made ash before their demise, all ready to crew for their thankless lord.

Not long after, you notice something, for the last moments few, a strange creature has kept watch over you. Its composition is that of a massive fleshy eyeball and little more. Once it realizes you've spotted it, it darts by rolling beyond a pile of stones.

Population: Hateful Dead -- Numerous (4) -> Many (5)

- Clesydros -

FATES DESCISION - EXCAVATION - 1d10 + 4 (Skill) = 10!
FATES DESCISION - TRENCHES - 1d10 + 4 (Might) = 10!

At least thoughts begin to clear in your mind, the Kosmites, the Razorwings, and Anassa herself appear to relax just as well, at least as much as they can 'midst their solid forms of crystal. This Nameless World, such a strange place. Such a strange happening that the moment you had chosen to set foot across its ancient ashes, so too had seven other mystics of immense power, seven others whom you'd never come across before in your long years of travel. Seven others. . . From seven other worlds, seven of eight amongst the roots the tree. . . You feel as if there is knowledge here, now stricken somewhere in that head of yours. It's difficult to catch, always managing to slip just beyond the next corner of your thoughts, yet present nonetheless. How. . . You are left wondering again, perhaps the reverberations of your complex mind against the simplicity of your childrens', how, how, how. . . Have you all come to be here in treaty with the greatest being of all who is vanished from this place just as well.

Such musings will wait, you are certain that they will return, as if to push you to understand even should you not pursue it yourself, perhaps this is the purpose of that spark imbued within you whence you returned the Throne to its full and original state, having thieved one of its slabs through time and space.

Anassa does just as you wish, she and the Razorwings take flight, casting a pleasant breeze against you where the air was stagnant and musty. You can feel a question within her and the others, as if to ask if they should activate your spatial warp gifted to them to hasten the flight.

Regardless, the Kosmites begin to excavate just as they had on the island you'd stitched back together, here while there is ashes just as before, the fossilized grounds are much nearer so. It wouldn't be long before the industrious crystalline men have more than a few masoned stones to work with. Just as well your mighty honor guard of golems continue their meager laboring as they have since their creation, using their broad, sharp arms to cut swaths into the earth at pace. Then you set your mind to the vast continent for which you stand, the Razorwings darting overhead managing to pick out the vaguest senses of movement, thoughts returned to you, images of little eyeballs coated in stone, purposelessly rolling about. No more than three of such beings.

FATES DESCISION - MAGICKAL SCANNING - 1d10 + 2 (Primary Aspect) + 1 (Origin of Englightenment) = 10!

It's more than enough already to tell you that one of the mystics have touched this land, and so to it you put magicks upon a knobby finger. Then trace that finger suspended in the air before you, through it is seen time overlapping in a constant and precise motion. The spatial distortions overlayed upon themselves reveal something. Such a quick passage of activity, before vanishing into the still earth. You cannot be certain of what the image was by any means, only that something not long ago descended below the ground neathe your feet.

- ? -

FATES DESCISION - EXTEND THE VOID - 1d10 + 2 (Primary Aspect) = 3

Your magicks fail to impress the impressionless void, the endless nothing that bears no will of its own yet still chooses not to react to your own, at least not notably so. Your spell follows through into the inky black, tracing the western spindle, which it only manages to unfurl a few lengths more, dredging just a bit deeper into the sea, it does not heed you, yet its touch sends images of beasts emerging from the deep. Monsterous amalgamations of the world you lost, those calm sea breezes devoured by the darkness, now vile and malicious, twisted by their years across the void. They dart in and out of a labyrinth of mirrors that had been seeded in the furthest reaches of the bedrock.

You retire within the keep from its balcony, still weakened from your prior struggle as your few compatriots arrive, resting just as well across the velvets and suede formed from the nothingness. Your voice piques the soldier whom had only just begin to seat herself.

She does not fuss, she does not bear an eye of frustration, merely responding, "Yes, of course. We cannot possibly hope to meet another threat like that one without more allies." She nods her head in a slight bow and begins at once, the Beastkin follow her lead. Moments later the Golem of Cantlin seas them off, giving the Abyssal Sailor a gentle hurl to speed their arrival. Let down by the remaining chrome bits, the Beastkin descend once again upon the quarry to continue their work, while the Abyssal Sailor flies on. As it crested the airspace above Woe's Den, the soldier spotted something on the horizon. It was a great beast, the colour of the sea and of vibrant life. It's immense wings had it soaring toward the Continent of Monsters with purpose and haste. ? could feel her trepidation, yet she remained resolute, calling for the spheres of marble to come to the defense of the ship, ready for the next conflict.

- Hood -

FATES DESCISION - DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL - 1d10 = 6

Seemingly disappointed by the lack of space to work with here in this invisible box suspended across the streams of chaos, Hood manages himself to stand firm, calling upon magicks he had not deigned to use since their days as a young apprentice. Perhaps his thoughts were to the folly of this existence, this strange world in which powerful mystics seek little more than to destroy one another, an endeavor without purpose. Strange thoughts perhaps for once aspected towards death and destruction both, but his body was sundered, and his resolve shakey. Should he truly desire that ascendence, then he shall be smart and return later. . . He weaves spatial magicks to connect this pocket with another world, any world beyond this one -- Knowing that he does, no planes are truly empty, save the void, should he wish to plunge himself in the seas of nothingness that he last opponent controls.

A portal shimmers to life, thinly, just extent enough to step through and little more. On the other side he sees endless groves of green, and all manner of beasts filtering through, a perfect world to escape into, quite unlike his own. Yet as his fingers reach out to grasp it, they are flung back, shocked and wracked with pain by a strange spell. A spell that should not exist in this place. A spell that demands his presence remain. No matter how it seems he tries to enter the portal of his creation, he is sent back and exhausted with little of gain. . .

- Maria 'Habitat' Violet -

With the forests taking proper root, and twin ecosystems beginning to connect and thrive, Maria finds it the right time to investigate the disturbances to the southeast. Though now for some time the furious blazes streaking out across the sky had subsided, there was truly no better a time to do so. At the very least she might come across a weakened seed of that destruction, and find it right to stamp it out. She would not know until she arrived. Leaping back atop the Graminaceous Ray, they sore into the skies, with only a few mighty wingbeats, they pass from the isle, over growing armored crabs and blooming algae, it only takes but a few moments for them to approach the nearest island, it having been sundered from its continent under the duress of the battle. Yet on the horizon, as she her mount hover above the sea, a great ship of stone, bearing a sail of space-eating nothingness does just the same, above the mouth of a cavern entrance below. Multiple spheres begin to buzz around it and Maria can make out a single human figure in iron mail standing upon its deck. Both parties are undoubtedly aware of one another. . .



((Wow! It's been a whole week since I posted last. I know I'm going to sound like a broken record, but I apologize. To put it into perspective, essentially I've been promoted, at least in a sense, in my workplace. This has come with a significantly increased need to be present in person at the main office. Something I very much do not like, haha. Regardless that's begun eating up more time and desire, but I definitely won't drop this game by any stretch of the imagination.

As an aside, Yellow Pixel, I hope you are doing well. I've never had pneumonia myself, but I understand it can be quite bad.))

[BlackPaladin99]

He creates a portal to a different world, one just as benign but one he can enter.

[TricMagic]

Following the voidline, enter into the Maze of Mirrors. Raise the strong, the crafty, the imaginable. In service to the abyss shall this new foe know the seas are mine.

(Remember back when I created these that they were for traveling? Well, time to step into the abyss, and out into the Maze. Time is strange there, a hundred years pass quickly, yet one could be trapped for centuries within a minute inside.)
(Just as well for a mystic of the abyss, there is no air there. Not needing air is but a party trick :>)
(Pressure less so, but eh. The Golem shall keep watch of the keep while I'm gone.)

[Strik3r]

|| Clesydros || Δ COLLECTIVE | DELIRIOUS | HUMAN | Time/Space Mystic || ♥ 5/5 | MGT:1 SKL:5 HRD:2 WIL:2 || (++) Time Magic | ((++) Creation Magic / (+) All Magic) | (+) Space Magic ||
   [INV: Robes | 'Enchanted Timepiece']
   [Δ COLLECTIVE CASTES:
      || POP LVL 4 | Kosmites || Δ COLLECTIVE | REVERSE-TIME REGENERATION | HUMAN SIZE | CRYSTAL HUMANOIDS || ♥ 2 | MGT:2 SKL:4 HRD:2 WIL:0 ||
      || Anassa || INTELLIGENT | Δ COLLECTIVE | FLYING | CAPACITY:(POP LVL 5 | HUMAN SIZE) | REVERSE-TIME REGENERATION | COMMERCIAL AIRPLANE SIZE | CRYSTAL DRAGONFLY || ♥ 4/4 | MGT:4 SKL:2 HRD:3 WIL:2 ||
         [INV: ]
      || POP LVL 4 | Razorwings || Δ COLLECTIVE | REVERSE-TIME REGENERATION | FLYING | BACKPACK SIZE | CRYSTAL ARTHROPODS || ♥ 1 | MGT:2 SKL:2 HRD:1 WIL:1 ||]
   [SUBORDINATES:
      || POP LVL 2 | Kruovios || MINDLESS | LIFELESS FORM | 3/2 HUMAN SIZE | DIAMOND HUMANOIDS || ♥ 5 | MGT:4 SKL:0 HRD:6 WIL:0 ||]
"So there indeed is something here. Something. That slunk into the ground. Something is the right word, for humans typically do not do so. It is a cause for some concern that i do not know what that something is. And i suspect that it remains there, beneath our very feet. We must be careful. The Razorwings also sighted some kind of rolling eyeball... I swear i've seen one before. I... I remember! It was near the Throne, it was with the reality-warper! I suspect that they belong to him... Though these ones just seem lost. It might make sense for a Razorwing to capture one and return it, for studying later."

"Right, the reality-warper. I cannot be certain what effects the ball of flame i hurled amidst my stupor had, but i strongly suspect he yet lives. And thus will seek to exact revenge upon me, even though i am hardly at fault for has taken place! Still i doubt he sees it like that. I fully expect retaliation... And i know all the tricks of reality-warpers. One needs not be an inquisitor to. One simply needs to be inquisitive. And if i know anything, he'll retaliate in the biggest way he can come up with, with something that tracks itself to me using my magical signature. However, i do not have the luxury of doing nothing. Ergo, i have devised a way to suppress mine:
 
I shall create a magical device, a sort of a reusable magical heatsink that will soak up residual magical energy from spells i cast, thereby shrouding my signature. As well, it will be possible to be discharged, as quickly or slowly as needed.
If all goes exceptionally well, i might be able to use the absorbed magicka to help fuel some more power-hungry spells. But i will be satisfied it can simply hide my magickal signature. But of course such a device has many uses; as a stealth device, as a decoy, as a magical explosive, if discharged rapidly enough."

"Despite the apparent complexity of such a device, i expect it to be a rather simple one magically, and a mere auxiliary to my actual plans. Coming here, and thinking about everything that has transpired has given me a new perspective on the situation in this world. A wisdom that, could i send back into the past, to me that had just arrived here, would change everything. Alas, the past cannot be changed, and the future is not yet determined.

Specifically it concerns the Timecrystals. Their creation itself was nothing short of a spark of genius and i've only improved upon them since. Now it is time to take the next step, this is the one that will change everything, and will herald the coming of the third generation of the collective's children! I truly wish i had thought of this as the very first thing.

I shall create a pool, a lake, as big as i can, of liquid Timecrystal! Or something like it... A caustic substance that will convert any solid substance it contacts, aside from crystal, into solid crystal, promoting it's growth.
However as dangerous as it may seem, i do not fear a runaway effect, as it should form a boundary of solid crystal within the pit. I truly do not know if this new substance will be Timecrystal or not, however from it, a new generation my children shall be born. With true crystalline biology... At least that's my intent. As well of course, such a substance will have numerous other uses.

As well, my conscience keeps nagging me about using the Kruovios for such menial tasks as digging trenches. They shouldn't, and they won't for now. Same is true for Kosmites, i have nothing for you to do for the time being. So do what you want to, what you feel that you want to."

Spoiler: Clesydros (click to show/hide)

Appearance: A pale man in dark green-blue robes. His face is shrouded by a hood, with only a black goatee visible from beneath the hood. Has several novel time-keeping devices and calendars hanging off his robes.
Map Color:#55FFCA
Extra Info/Trivia: He speaks in an assertive, heavy voice and his words have an echo even when they have naught to echo off of. Visually, magic is #55FFCA too.

Primary Mystic Aspect: Time
"The past of our present reality is unalterable, it's distant future indeterminate. The further into past one looks, the harder it is to bring it to present, the further forward, the more difficult it is to scry.
The very nature of time itself restricts magic altering it, to effect only on local scale. The entirety of neither time nor space can be manipulated at once by anyone short of it's creator!
The nature of time is intrinsic to reality. The laws that govern it inviolable. But it does not mean they can't be bent!"

Secondary Mystic Aspect: Space
"With understanding of time and it's mastery, comes a certain equivalent of the physical dimensions. One cannot understand time, without understanding how it and spatial space are intertwined."

Wounds: 5/5 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+1+1=5)
Might: 1
Skill: 5
Hardiness: 2
Willpower: 2
Inventory:

• Hooded Robes
• 'Enchanted Timepiece'
• • Artifact. Created by Clesydros on Turn Nine.
• • Effect: Allows holder to re-roll any 'FATE'S DECISION' from the turn prior within a limited range. The direct outcome of the original effect will be replaced with a newly-rolled effect next turn, as well as all the butterfly effects that occur therein. Counts as a magick action for power-stretching penalties.

Traits:
COLLECTIVE INTELLECT: This creature is connected to others bearing this trait (Anessa and Kosmites) mentally. Able to share in their experiences and thoughts.
ORIGIN OF ENLIGHTENMENT: The information buried within the slatestone has left a permenant mark in the mind, granting a +1 on all magickal rolls, double on magicks made aspected towards 'creation'.

"The future is yet to be written, but the past is my domain! I will pluck the realities of aeons past like ripe fruits from trees!"

Castes:

Spoiler: Kruovios (click to show/hide)

Population - Small(2)
Stature - Halfway larger than the average human.
Notes: Formed on Turn One by Clesydros by compacting all the dust and ashes encompassing a small island into humanoid form. They bear little will of their own, and likely could not act without a mystic's influence, but are extremely tough thanks to their bodies which are composed entirely of colourless crystal.

Wounds 5/5
Might - 4
Skill - 0
Hardiness - 6
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creator's rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
LIFELESS FORM: This creature cannot regenerate lost wounds without great magicks set to do so, even then the process is tricky.

Spoiler: Kosmites (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous(4)
Stature - Average Humanoid
Notes: On Turn Seven, the Kosmites were created using the same process as the time crystals by Clesydros. They are crystalline humanoids bearing tails to keep their balance upon sharp pointed limbs.

Wounds - 2/2
Might - 2
Skill - 4
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 0

COLLECTIVE INTELLECT: This creature is connected to others bearing this trait (Anessa and Clesydros) mentally. Able to share in their experiences and thoughts.
REVERSE-TIME REGENERATION: Born of the same material as Time Crystals, these creatures bodies are constantly reiterating into the past and echoing back to the present. In effect, they can regenerate from surprising wounds provided the past remains on their side.

Spoiler: Anassa (click to show/hide)

Population - Solitary(1)
Stature - Commercial Airplane sized.
Notes: Requiring a vessel with which to travel when translocation need not apply, Clesydros and his Kosmites formed the shape of a massive Dragonfly from the Time Crystals. He then imbued it with a will of its own and connected it true to the others.

Wounds - 4/4
Might - 4
Skill - 2
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 2

Inventory:

INTELLIGENT: This is no mere animal.
COLLECTIVE INTELLECT: This creature is connected to others bearing this trait (Kosmites and Clesydros) mentally. Able to share in their experiences and thoughts.
FLYING: This creature can fly!
CAPACITY: This creature can hold within itself a population level of 'Many(5)' for human-sized creatures.

Spoiler: Razorwings (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous (4)
Stature - Backpack-sized
Notes: Molded of the Time Crystals, Clesydros created the Razorwings to assist Anassa as her drones and flight attendents. These creatures bear sharp crystal blades at their forewings, and multiple legs with which to grab hold of cargo or allies alike, granting a small type of flight provided the weight isn't too great.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 2
Skill - 2
Hardiness - 1
Willpower - 1

COLLECTIVE INTELLECT: This creature is connected to others bearing this trait (Kosmites and Clesydros) mentally. Able to share in their experiences and thoughts.
FLYING: This creature can fly!
REVERSE-TIME REGENERATION: Born of the same material as Time Crystals, these creatures bodies are constantly reiterating into the past and echoing back to the present. In effect, they can regenerate from surprising wounds provided the past remains on their side.

[King Zultan]

"Oh good they did have ships saves me the trouble of figuring out how to build some, now I've just gotta....."
Dr. Unpleasant notices something out of the corner of his eye and quickly turns to see the strange eyeball roll behind some rocks.

"What the fuck is that thing and where did that it come from, I know I didn't make and I doubt the squirrel king made it, so wait is this world not dead or are other wizards dropping spies on my island?"
Capture the eyeball and use some magic to see if I can't find out who made it and also kill it before it can tell it's master what I'm doing, while all my soldiers start building a harbor for my newly acquired ships to dock at.

(How do I mark on my sheets that I've got these long ships?)

-- Dr. Unpleasant --
| Dr. Unpleasant | Death/Creation Mystic |
| ♥ 5/6 | MGT:2 SKL:2 HRD:2 WIL:4 |
| (++) Death Magic | (++) Fire Magic(CD:1) | (+) Creation Magic | MOUNTED |

Spoiler: Dr. Unpleasant (click to show/hide)

Appearance: An older man with a mustache that always looks angry.
Map Color: Black
Extra Info/Trivia: Not a pleasant person to be near as he hates everyone and everything and he lets everyone know it.

Primary Mystic Aspect: Death
Secondary Mystic Aspect: Creation

Wounds: 5/6 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+1+2= 6)
Might: 2
Skill: 2
Hardiness: 2
Willpower: 4

Inventory:

• Robes
• goodly suit of mail
• Stone Horse
• Ruby-Eyed Staff
• • Notes: Created by  Dr. Unpleasant on Turn Nine by combining the ruby-eye orb with a bronze spear.
• • Effect: Grants a +2 bonus to Fire Magic, with a one turn cooldown.

Minions:
| POP LVL 3 | Ashen Idols | HUMAN SIZE | ASH HUMANOID |
| ♥ 1 | MGT:2 SKL:1 HRD:3 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS | WATER SOLUBLE | LIFELESS FORM | EQUIPMENT | MOUNTED |

Spoiler: Ashen Idols (click to show/hide)

Population - Some
Stature - Average Humanoid
Notes: Perfectly sculpted men of ash and soot. While they are little more than puppets, their danger and use is made certain in large enough numbers. Given a false life by Dr. Unpleasant on Turn Zero. They bear arms and armour of obsidian and dacite.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 2
Skill - 1
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creator's rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
WATER SOLUBLE: These creatures' construction is disrupted by sufficient enough water.
LIFELESS FORM: This creature cannot regenerate lost wounds without great magicks set to do so, even then the process is tricky.
EQUIPMENT: These creatures are equipped with heavy armaments of stone that may slow them down, however under durress will often protect them from physical wounds 30% of the time. Their swords and spears of obsidian are incredibly sharp, though somewhat brittle, no doubt they can rend flesh and cloth with ease.
MOUNTED: This created sits upon a steed, [Gray Horses]. They gain the ability to traverse land quickly, as well as bonuses to battling units who stand smaller than the stature of their steed. - In this case, large horses.

| POP LVL 6 | Enkindled Ones | 1/2 HUMAN SIZE | EMBER HUMANOID |
| ♥ 1 | MGT:2 SKL:0 HRD:2 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS | EMBER BODIES | LIFELESS FORM | EQUIPMENT |

Spoiler: Enkindled Ones (click to show/hide)

Population - Abundant
Stature - Half the size of an average man, yet broad.
Notes: On Turn Four, Dr Unpleasant raised the perfectly perserved ashen bodies of small men whom perished in a great blaze long ago. They still crackle with heat, like embers, and act little more than like zombies now.

Wounds - 2/2
Might - 2
Skill - 0
Hardiness - 2
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creators rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
EMBER BODIES:  These creatures emenate a permenant heat below their soot-skin, just enough to set tinder alight and cause burns to those who come in contact with them for long enough. Heat continuously pours from their skin.
EQUIPMENT: These creatures are equipped with ancient mail and armaments of bronze.

| POP LVL 5 | The Hateful Dead | VARIOUS |
| ♥ 1 | MGT:2 SKL:1 HRD:3 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS |

Spoiler: The Hateful Dead (click to show/hide)

Population - Many
Stature - Varies from humanoids to beasts.
Notes: In retaliation for Yellow Pixel raining on their parade, Dr. Unpleasant raised all manner of skeletal and perserved corpses from deep below the earth to dig into the Banana Castle and destroy it. These creatures are various undead with destruction as their sole purpose. Recreated after the first batch was killed by Yellow Pixel.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 2
Skill - 1
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creators rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
EQUIPMENT: Bone Greatbows.

| POP LVL 4 | The Pixelated Dead | SQUIRRELS AND LARGE SPIDERS|
| ♥ 1 | MGT:2 SKL:1 HRD:3 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS | TWO DIMENSIONAL |

Spoiler: The Pixelated Dead (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous
Stature - Squirrels and large spiders
Notes: Risen dead of Yellow Pixel's orginal creations, both the .squirrels and Jumping Spiders have an aura of warped happiness as they return to feast on their living comrades.
Wounds - 1/1
Might - 2
Skill - 1
Hardiness - 3
Willpower - 0

MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creators rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
TWO DIMENSIONAL: This creature only exists in two dimensions, bearing just height and length!

[Magmacube_tr]

"Oh my mass! Why can't I spread? I am already so far beyond this schedule! I need another way. I keep failing all the time." Apparition throws a little tantrum.

"Okay, lets try something else, as I wait for the nodes to be fully fed." Apparition orders the servants to continue digging and feeding the nodes as ordered previously.

"Lets give this orb one last push!" Apparition concentrates all of its magical energy into this one singular task at hand, meaning to absorb the orb for good.

As for the lone Bud above, Apparition orders it to swim across this sea, to see if it can spot any new land or gather information about the other Mystics.

Throw a tantrum.

Order the buds underground to continue doing what they do.

Eat the orb.

Tell the explorer Bud to swim across the sea.

| The Shapeless Apparition | Assimilation/Change Mystic |
| ♥ 12/7 | MGT:1 SKL:1 HRD:4 WIL:4 |
| (++) Assimilation Magic | (+) Change Magic |

Spoiler:  The Shapeless Apparition (click to show/hide)

Appearance: A shapeless grey being.
Map color: Dark grey
Extra Info/Trivia: Though it may seem like a simple being, It is sapient and has a formidable level of intelligence. It squirms and fidgets.

Primary Mystic Aspect: Assimilation
Secondary Mystic Aspect: Change

Wounds: 9/7 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+2+2= 7)
Might: 1
Skill: 1
Hardiness: 4
Willpower: 4

Inventory:

• Nothing.

| The Buds |
| SMALL SIZE | BLOB | ♥ 1 | MGT:0 SKL:3 HRD:0 WIL:0 | ANIMALISTIC |

Spoiler:  The Buds (click to show/hide)

Population - Numerous
Stature - About the size of The Apparition before its growth.
Notes: Small rollying blobs of grey matter that listen to the commands of their parent body. While they possess no will on their own, they can still work out basic solutions to problems they encounter.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 0
Skill - 3
Hardiness - 0
Willpower - 0

ANIMALISTIC: This creature bears the intelligence of a common beast, and often acts on instinct. However, it may learn to obey a master.

| The Major Buds |
| MEDIUM SIZE | BLOB | ♥ 2 | MGT:1 SKL:1 HRD:0 WIL:1 | ANIMALISTIC |

Spoiler:  The Major Buds (click to show/hide)

Population - Some
Stature - A bit larger than a standart humanoid.
Notes: Rollying blobs of grey matter that listen to the commands of their parent body. But unlike their dumber lessers, they do have a rudimentary will and mind, and may order them around to do its own bidding.

Wounds - 1/1
Might - 0
Skill - 3
Hardiness - 0
Willpower - 0

ANIMALISTIC: This creature bears the intelligence of a common beast, and often acts on instinct. However, it may learn to obey a master.

[Knightwing64]

Bump?

[Magmacube_tr]

Bump?

Bump.

[Unraveller]

(( I'll make a post as soon as I'm finished with my time sensitive engagement. :V ))

[Knightwing64]

(( I'll make a post as soon as I'm finished with my time sensitive engagement. :V ))

YAY

[Unraveller]

(( Worth noting that Knightwing, Naturegirl, and Yellow Pixel have not posted any actions. This is likely do to the slow down of updates I've caused. But I'll put it out there that I am writing the next post. Should you three wish to continue playing still, would you please make an action? ))