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Entry tags:
[Event] - Gone
Who: The Asha
When: Friday night, June 3
Where: World Library
Before/After: n/a
Warnings: n/a
In which GIANT PILLAR OF LIGHT EXPLOSION FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD LIBRARY.
That's really the only relevant part of this log.
"We're not going to hurt you."
Lies.
The Asha slid along the wall of his lab, hidden behind the shelves of magical ingredients. He could not control himself. His fingers burned with magic, and the golden eyes gleaming in the darkness of his quarters could sense it. Every ingredient, every eye of a monster, hair of a mermaid, and bone of a lich kept them from singling him out.
They knew. They knew! The Mazda knew. But she did not understand. Hurt, no-- They did not think. Protect him? From himself! It would kill them all.
Their swords were already drawn. Did they think he could not see? The magic sight was not strong with him. He did not, could not understand what spells were prepared along their blades. But there was something.
Only his eyes moved as one passed by the shelves. Keep walking-- no! The spellsword stopped, staring the Asha straight in the eye. Too dark. They could not see. Don't burn, don't burn--!
Not a breath, not a sound. The spellsword left. The Asha thought he could ease his lungs in relief, but a new fear caught him. Fio. The spellsword tore down a shelf of ingredients and yanked the curtain off of the faintly glowing golem.
Too much magic. They saw it. And now they saw her. The Asha kicked down the shelves in front of him, body brimming with heat and fire that flared out around him like serpents. "No!" He screamed so loud it became hoarse instead. "Get back, no!"
All eyes were on him, and then he learned the spells their blades were carrying. Chains, all of them, immbolizing his body and locking it in place with a cold sting. He hit the ground with no time to cry out, struggling against the magic that forced him still. His fire lashed out for the holders, his fire snapping its jaws and blasting one of his attackers over the railing of the loft before a brilliant, blue-sheened shield covered the Asha and trapped him in with his own flame.
"He's mad."
"Focus! He'll run out of mana."
"Eventually."
No, no! He was the Asha. The Mazda was not even here! Even a dozen spellswords-- he was the Asha. More fire, more mana. It pulsed in his body until it threatened to tear him apart. The shield did not crack and his flames went out in his panic.
Even without fire, the chains held tight and the shield loomed around him, staring him down with pale blue light. His breath grew quick and short until he was not sure if he was breathing at all. Yes-- suffocating. They were going to keep him like this. Just like this. Not here, no. The Mazda, the Mazda had prisons for the mages that--
They would die. Everyone would die.
The Asha tried to move his hand against the ground, but only his fingers were free. That would be enough. He could not see as he used to. His eyes had wandered too far, and the fabric of reality, the shape and way of the world, had blurred together with little distinction. It did not matter. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here.
Mana. He needed all he had to break through the chains. The Library began to rumble in a gentle earthquake. The air became hot with fire and light again. Couldn't control, but just enough--
---
The shield around the Asha shattered and his chambers flooded with light from the explosion. With a violent tremor, a pillar of energy shot through the roof of the world library, glowing like a fiery beacon. The night sky was lit as daylight for a few long seconds until the light disappeared into the sky.
It took more than a minute for the spellswords present to recover, finding their consciousness and their footing. Each was accounted for, but the Asha had vanished.
"He warped."
"That shouldn't be possible. Where?"
One of the spellswords brushed his fingers over the place where the Asha once was, squinting for the traces of magic left behind. "I can't see it," he said, looking to his superior.
Annoyed, she shoved him aside to check herself, but her furrowed brow relaxed into a frown. A dead end. "We're reporting back to the Mazda."
When: Friday night, June 3
Where: World Library
Before/After: n/a
Warnings: n/a
In which GIANT PILLAR OF LIGHT EXPLOSION FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD LIBRARY.
That's really the only relevant part of this log.
"We're not going to hurt you."
Lies.
The Asha slid along the wall of his lab, hidden behind the shelves of magical ingredients. He could not control himself. His fingers burned with magic, and the golden eyes gleaming in the darkness of his quarters could sense it. Every ingredient, every eye of a monster, hair of a mermaid, and bone of a lich kept them from singling him out.
They knew. They knew! The Mazda knew. But she did not understand. Hurt, no-- They did not think. Protect him? From himself! It would kill them all.
Their swords were already drawn. Did they think he could not see? The magic sight was not strong with him. He did not, could not understand what spells were prepared along their blades. But there was something.
Only his eyes moved as one passed by the shelves. Keep walking-- no! The spellsword stopped, staring the Asha straight in the eye. Too dark. They could not see. Don't burn, don't burn--!
Not a breath, not a sound. The spellsword left. The Asha thought he could ease his lungs in relief, but a new fear caught him. Fio. The spellsword tore down a shelf of ingredients and yanked the curtain off of the faintly glowing golem.
Too much magic. They saw it. And now they saw her. The Asha kicked down the shelves in front of him, body brimming with heat and fire that flared out around him like serpents. "No!" He screamed so loud it became hoarse instead. "Get back, no!"
All eyes were on him, and then he learned the spells their blades were carrying. Chains, all of them, immbolizing his body and locking it in place with a cold sting. He hit the ground with no time to cry out, struggling against the magic that forced him still. His fire lashed out for the holders, his fire snapping its jaws and blasting one of his attackers over the railing of the loft before a brilliant, blue-sheened shield covered the Asha and trapped him in with his own flame.
"He's mad."
"Focus! He'll run out of mana."
"Eventually."
No, no! He was the Asha. The Mazda was not even here! Even a dozen spellswords-- he was the Asha. More fire, more mana. It pulsed in his body until it threatened to tear him apart. The shield did not crack and his flames went out in his panic.
Even without fire, the chains held tight and the shield loomed around him, staring him down with pale blue light. His breath grew quick and short until he was not sure if he was breathing at all. Yes-- suffocating. They were going to keep him like this. Just like this. Not here, no. The Mazda, the Mazda had prisons for the mages that--
They would die. Everyone would die.
The Asha tried to move his hand against the ground, but only his fingers were free. That would be enough. He could not see as he used to. His eyes had wandered too far, and the fabric of reality, the shape and way of the world, had blurred together with little distinction. It did not matter. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but here.
Mana. He needed all he had to break through the chains. The Library began to rumble in a gentle earthquake. The air became hot with fire and light again. Couldn't control, but just enough--
The shield around the Asha shattered and his chambers flooded with light from the explosion. With a violent tremor, a pillar of energy shot through the roof of the world library, glowing like a fiery beacon. The night sky was lit as daylight for a few long seconds until the light disappeared into the sky.
It took more than a minute for the spellswords present to recover, finding their consciousness and their footing. Each was accounted for, but the Asha had vanished.
"He warped."
"That shouldn't be possible. Where?"
One of the spellswords brushed his fingers over the place where the Asha once was, squinting for the traces of magic left behind. "I can't see it," he said, looking to his superior.
Annoyed, she shoved him aside to check herself, but her furrowed brow relaxed into a frown. A dead end. "We're reporting back to the Mazda."