OoC: This is a battle between myself, Zorolo, Ti-Link, and CourageWielder. Anyone else is free to read along, but please refrain from posting.
BiC: A shriek echoing through the ether shattered the Dark's concentration. The complex spell he had been weaving flew apart, the incredible energies bound within it's depths erupting into a spectacular display of destructive power. The effects broke through the boundaries of the Heavens and spilled into the mortal world, scouring the slopes of a mountain of all life.
Snarling, the Dark
willed himself away, to the side of the Light, his friend, partner, sister. Her own powers were at full, questing and probing at the tapestry that showed the path of the Races; she was concentrating so hard on her task that she barely noticed the Dark's arrival. The ancient being took an eternal moment to gather his scattered thoughts.
The Light spared her brother a fraction of her attention.
We have a crisis, beloved. The Pattern will not settle!
Will
not or can
not, sister? Show me where.
Everywhere, brother! Something has gone wrong, and nothing is certain!
The Dark spat out a word older than time itself, a phrase that existed when the Creators were young. His sister's light dimmed for a moment as the Great Pattern was frozen in place, it's fluctuations halted while the spell was in place.
Shuddering, the Dark's sister turned away from their work.
You should not have done that, she whispered.
I am the Dark, he replied.
It is my task, my right, and my power. Now - where is the disturbance?
The Light studied the frozen fate of their world - of
all worlds they had seen, and some they hadn't - and jabbed her head towards a small, seemingly insignificant knot far outside their own realm.
Here. That is where we must send him.
Without another word, the Dark sped from the Heavens, to contact the champion of Balance.
* * *
CAESAR!
The bellow startled Chetarren out of his slumber. The aging centaur jerked to his feet and whirled around, his spear instantly appearing in his hand. He froze in place at the sight of the god that stood before him for a moment before lowering his body in a respectful bow.
No time for that, Caesar. The fate of Creation hangs in the balance, and the solution lies outside our realm.
The centaur straightened. "Tell me where, my Lord, and I will go."
A portal appeared beside the Dark, growing up out of the floor of the great Dome. Fierce winds blew out of it and sent the leaves of the garden flying past the Moon-Gods' champion, bringing a chill that had little to do with the temperature.
It is here, Caesar, and it is in the realm of another. My sister and I can only offer the most basic help in this battle, so you must take care. Do not fail us!
Chetarren gave his god a tight grin. "Despite what humans may say, Lord, there
is no first time for some things. I shall not rest until the task is done." The warrior snatched his hammer from where it lay on the ground and leapt towards the portal the Dark had opened for him, letting it transport him to another place, another realm.
It was a
cold realm, but not the coldness of winter. A bleakness settled upon Chetarren's soul before he was even consciously aware he had arrived, attempting to crush the old warrior's spirit. There was power here, but it was not the benign forces of a god; neither was it the wholly evil, malevolent presence of undead or demonic beings. It was...disquieting.
His tracker's instincts coming into play, Chetarren quickly took stock of his surroundings. Tall, human-stlye buildings of stone ringed him on every side, almost entirely enclosing the space the centaur stood in. Alleys and streets almost too narrow for him to pass through led away, into what was evidently a town of some kind, while the warrior's hooves clattered on uneven cobblestones.
This was obviously a town of some kind, yet there appeared to be no inhabitants of any kind - no humans, no elves, not even the usual vermin that followed so-called civilisation.
Then,
he walked into the square.
The human youth had a sword that seemed too big for his body resting on one shoulder, but his movements warned the centaur that this newcomer was neither too weak in stature to use it or unskilled in melee combat. Perhaps he would not be at Chetarren's level of expertise, but this was a veteran of many battles.
Already put on edge by the unnatural atmosphere of the deserted town, Chetarren wasted no time on words or questions - he spun towards the human and leapt, hammer raised for a crushing blow.
OoC: Okay, there's the opening. This is going to be me and CourageWielder against Ti-Link and Zorolo. Ti, you can see that i've already got your entrance, but feel free to backtrack and explain what the heck Vitros is doing here, and feel free to clear up where
here is as well. Zorolo and CW, I'm afraid you'll have to make your own entrances. Try not to be
too flashy.
