Dragonball M, Chapter 4: Kidnapping! Invasion! A new Threat Strikes First!

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

His dragging steps towards Nevanlinna's portal stopped the instant that voice stilled the air with its rancour. When That Man spoke, it was as if expanse filled with a great, noxious weight, carried upon the plumes of that smoke.

That damned smoke! It wound itself throughout the eons of the history of his world. The wyrm burrowed himself into the annals of the Earth, and rendered this mocking, grinning visage from where he'd made the potential of humankind kindling for his ambition.

It was enough that he called it peace, but in the face of all this, to offer this mockery? The lives of his people, nothing more than a farm?

After everything he had put upon the Guardians, he dared to speak her name?!

That day in the Geofront, he saw the Dragon for what he was. He could not confront him, only lift the veil of the spell at best.

This time, things wer different. The wish of a designated peer peeled back the veneer.

More, he had a thing of True Magic in his hand.

Without a single repartee, Ochazuke's form blurred as he channeled the last of his ki through Lord Forger's hammer, and with all speed brought it down on Grinthorn.

OT: Oh my. How very, very interesting.

IC:

Before Ochazuke can move, he sees Grinthorn start to call out to him, eyes flicking briefly to the hammer as if he wanted it.

Then Ochazuke moved, and in that moment the world blurs and Ochazuke feels a rush of energy burn through him. From the distant power Eva had parted unto him he feels a river of Guardians behind the hammer blow, hands gentle and rough combined with his to swing the Artifact down onto the Wyrm. For a moment, he sees almost an endless line of Guardians stand with him, Eva and Fife all the way down to Arthur.

Eva smiles at him and nods.

The hammer falls.

The Lord Forger’s hammer is no mere thing, it is an Artifact crafted from centuries of Darkling magic. To create, to forge, to make new. An object of rebirth. It is also transformative, for he has imbued it with magical qualities of a capsule. Inside the hammer resides his house, and within the house resides a mote of True Magic and one of Grinthorn’s dragonballs.

The blow channels it all. And as it strikes, Ochazuke also sees the Palatines for a moment. All of them, standing against the tide once long, long ago.

The hammer lands, and Darkle trembles as a sound like nothing heard before resonates. Like a hammer to an anvil, but purer and truer than anything else.

A Godly tone.

The blow washes over all, a brilliant beam of sound and energy covers them all and Ochazuke sees for a single moment a look on Eldfen’s face.

Fear.


When the light dies down, Alakazah is gone. Darkle is gone.

Everyone is gone.

—————

Ochazuke, Etrina, Charco, Erosa, Zaofan, Dash, Praxat, and Sasheem all find themselves on what appears to be Earth. Dash at her old home, Etrina and Erosa and Charco at the ruined Lookout. Sasheem, Zaofan, and Ochazuke appear at Samson Balon’s restored Dragon Temple, and Praxat appears in her room at Capsule Corp.

Voyavoda appears on Nevada, near his old house.

Parsley, Sarada, Lantro, and Inanna appear on Reshlan in the throne room near Maiz.

Nevalinna appears on Reshlan, right beside her mother.

Blizzar appears onboard the main GP base, in his office that he almost never uses, surrounded by piles of paperwork yet to be done.

And all seems well to everyone. Wounds are healed, ki stores restored, and a faint but beautiful sound still rings in their ears for a moment.


There is no sign of Grinthorn.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

OT: Oh my. How very, very interesting.

IC:

Before Ochazuke can move, he sees Grinthorn start to call out to him, eyes flicking briefly to the hammer as if he wanted it.

Then Ochazuke moved, and in that moment the world blurs and Ochazuke feels a rush of energy burn through him. From the distant power Eva had parted unto him he feels a river of Guardians behind the hammer blow, hands gentle and rough combined with his to swing the Artifact down onto the Wyrm. For a moment, he sees almost an endless line of Guardians stand with him, Eva and Fife all the way down to Arthur.

Eva smiles at him and nods.

The hammer falls.

The Lord Forger’s hammer is no mere thing, it is an Artifact crafted from centuries of Darkling magic. To create, to forge, to make new. An object of rebirth. It is also transformative, for he has imbued it with magical qualities of a capsule. Inside the hammer resides his house, and within the house resides a mote of True Magic and one of Grinthorn’s dragonballs.

The blow channels it all. And as it strikes, Ochazuke also sees the Palatines for a moment. All of them, standing against the tide once long, long ago.

The hammer lands, and Darkle trembles as a sound like nothing heard before resonates. Like a hammer to an anvil, but purer and truer than anything else.

A Godly tone.

The blow washes over all, a brilliant beam of sound and energy covers them all and Ochazuke sees for a single moment a look on Eldfen’s face.

Fear.


When the light dies down, Alakazah is gone. Darkle is gone.

Everyone is gone.

—————

Ochazuke, Etrina, Charco, Erosa, Zaofan, Dash, Praxat, and Sasheem all find themselves on what appears to be Earth. Dash at her old home, Etrina and Erosa and Charco at the ruined Lookout. Sasheem, Zaofan, and Ochazuke appear at Samson Balon’s restored Dragon Temple, and Praxat appears in her room at Capsule Corp.

Parsley, Sarada, Lantro, and Inanna appear on Reshlan in the throne room near Maiz.

Nevalinna appears on Reshlan, right beside her mother.

Blizzar appears onboard the main GP base, in his office that he almost never uses, surrounded by piles of paperwork yet to be done.

And all seems well to everyone. Wounds are healed, ki stores restored, and a faint but beautiful sound still rings in their ears for a moment.


There is no sign of Grinthorn.

OOC:

Voyavoda: *floating in the blank void where the previous reality that Ochazuke broke used to be*

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC:

Voyavoda: *floating in the blank void where the previous reality that Ochazuke broke used to be*

Dang it, I knew I forgot someone.

One moment please........

[Sub-Zero MKA]

OT: Oh my. How very, very interesting.

IC:

Before Ochazuke can move, he sees Grinthorn start to call out to him, eyes flicking briefly to the hammer as if he wanted it.

Then Ochazuke moved, and in that moment the world blurs and Ochazuke feels a rush of energy burn through him. From the distant power Eva had parted unto him he feels a river of Guardians behind the hammer blow, hands gentle and rough combined with his to swing the Artifact down onto the Wyrm. For a moment, he sees almost an endless line of Guardians stand with him, Eva and Fife all the way down to Arthur.

Eva smiles at him and nods.

The hammer falls.

The Lord Forger’s hammer is no mere thing, it is an Artifact crafted from centuries of Darkling magic. To create, to forge, to make new. An object of rebirth. It is also transformative, for he has imbued it with magical qualities of a capsule. Inside the hammer resides his house, and within the house resides a mote of True Magic and one of Grinthorn’s dragonballs.

The blow channels it all. And as it strikes, Ochazuke also sees the Palatines for a moment. All of them, standing against the tide once long, long ago.

The hammer lands, and Darkle trembles as a sound like nothing heard before resonates. Like a hammer to an anvil, but purer and truer than anything else.

A Godly tone.

The blow washes over all, a brilliant beam of sound and energy covers them all and Ochazuke sees for a single moment a look on Eldfen’s face.

Fear.


When the light dies down, Alakazah is gone. Darkle is gone.

Everyone is gone.

—————

Parsley, Sarada, Lantro, and Inanna appear on Reshlan in the throne room near Maiz.

Something happened.

One moment, Ochazuke stupidly charged at the most powerful being in the universe with a hammer, then... this. Suddenly, she, Sarada, the half-breed, and Inanna were back on Reshlan. Maiz was nearby. No one else from their group was. While that was good, Parsley wished she was somewhere else. Even floating in the void where Vocado used to be was better than where she was.

Beyond that, something wasn't right. Maybe it was the suddenness of the entire affair ending. Maybe it was them suddenly being whisked light years away in a blink by no will of their own. Maybe it was the faint hymn in her ears, one that put her at peace. Whatever it was, Parsley didn't trust the current situation.

Observational Focus

Maiz looked up from the book she was reading, eyes widened from surprise. "Oh, welcome back." She glanced at Inanna and smiled. "I see it all worked out for the best. Nicely done."

"Yeah," Sarada said shortly.

"Is... something wrong?"

She sighed heavily. "Yeah, but it's not important."

Parsley was thinking as Sarada and Maiz conversed. She recalled Banespell telling her he had an ace-in-the-hole planned for Eldfen if he ever became free from the rest of his restraints. He never came clean about what it was, but she just realized what it was.

The hammer.

That was it. "Is he really dead?" she mumbled.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Something happened.

One moment, Ochazuke stupidly charged at the most powerful being in the universe with a hammer, then... this. Suddenly, she, Sarada, the half-breed, and Inanna were back on Reshlan. Maiz was nearby. No one else from their group was. While that was good, Parsley wished she was somewhere else. Even floating in the void where Vocado used to be was better than where she was.

Beyond that, something wasn't right. Maybe it was the suddenness of the entire affair ending. Maybe it was them suddenly being whisked light years away in a blink by no will of their own. Maybe it was the faint hymn in her ears, one that put her at peace. Whatever it was, Parsley didn't trust the current situation.

Observational Focus

Maiz looked up from the book she was reading, eyes widened from surprise. "Oh, welcome back." She glanced at Inanna and smiled. "I see it all worked out for the best. Nicely done."

"Yeah," Sarada said shortly.

"Is... something wrong?"

She sighed heavily. "Yeah, but it's not important."

Parsley was thinking as Sarada and Maiz conversed. She recalled Banespell telling her he had an ace-in-the-hole planned for Eldfen if he ever became free from the rest of his restraints. He never came clean about what it was, but she just realized what it was.

The hammer.

That was it. "Is he really dead?" she mumbled.

All seems normal, aside from being fully healed and full of energy.

You think, and figure the Hammer must have done something. Killed him? The chances seem low. Wounded significantly? Very possibly.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

Dang it, I knew I forgot someone.

One moment please........

OOC: No worries, lol.

IC: Voyavoda had been idly watching the... spat between the Queen Consort, the Saiyan Princess, and the Earthling Martial artist. It was a shame to see fractures form within the group, but considering the circumstances, it was no surprise. And then... a man appeared, exchanged a few words with the group, only for Ochazuke to strike out at him!

The blow struck true, and then he found himself, alone, at his home on Nevada. He blinked.

What? How... what in the hell just!?

...

Voyavoda sighed. Magic, no doubt. Troublesome stuff, that sorcery.

At the very least, it could have conjured up some clothing for him. He was still naked, with no appreciative wife to enjoy the view.

Mm.

Suppressing the pain that thought brought to the surface, Voyavoda entered his house and made his way right for the bedroom. Once there, he deliberated for a bit, then slipped into something comfortable, yet practical. Namely, a Nevadian favorite... business casual. All armored with the (almost) latest in Nevadian personal defense technology.

Now that his dignity was intact, it was time to figure out whether this was reality or simply some trickery. Perhaps he would have been better served doing so before getting dressed, but it was imperative for a Nevadian to look his best when engaging in any sort of business. And as handsome a man as he was, he cut an even more dashing figure suited up.

His eyes shone with a familiar red glow as he activated his shingan and began moving about the house, looking for anything--even the most minute detail--that seemed 'off'.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: No worries, lol.

IC: Voyavoda had been idly watching the... spat between the Queen Consort, the Saiyan Princess, and the Earthling Martial artist. It was a shame to see fractures form within the group, but considering the circumstances, it was no surprise. And then... a man appeared, exchanged a few words with the group, only for Ochazuke to strike out at him!

The blow struck true, and then he found himself, alone, at his home on Nevada. He blinked.

What? How... what in the hell just!?

...

Voyavoda sighed. Magic, no doubt. Troublesome stuff, that sorcery.

At the very least, it could have conjured up some clothing for him. He was still naked, with no appreciative wife to enjoy the view.

Mm.

Suppressing the pain that thought brought to the surface, Voyavoda entered his house and made his way right for the bedroom. Once there, he deliberated for a bit, then slipped into something comfortable, yet practical. Namely, a Nevadian favorite... business casual. All armored with the (almost) latest in Nevadian personal defense technology.

Now that his dignity was intact, it was time to figure out whether this was reality or simply some trickery. Perhaps he would have been better served doing so before getting dressed, but it was imperative for a Nevadian to look his best when engaging in any sort of business. And as handsome a man as he was, he cut an even more dashing figure suited up.

His eyes shone with a familiar red glow as he activated his shingan and began moving about the house, looking for anything--even the most minute detail--that seemed 'off'.

Nope.

It’s his house as he last left it.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

There is no sign of Grinthorn.

In an instant, Ochazuke had gone and proven Inanna right.

An explosion of light, and a cacophony of ethereal chimes sounded, and then everyone was gone. A creature of Hakai, and Godlike Ki balanced precariously with Ruination, the sudden influx of Creation and True Magic had the queer effect... of up ending that balance, a sharp and all encompassing pain ripping through her before the new energy mended the damage in an instant... and by the time she could think to stand, or speak.

Everything seemed well; and what's more, she found herself standing on Reshlan.

"..."

That was it. "Is he really dead?" she mumbled.

"Unlikely." Inanna turned to leave. "So good luck with that."

[Sub-Zero MKA]

All seems normal, aside from being fully healed and full of energy.

You think, and figure the Hammer must have done something. Killed him? The chances seem low. Wounded significantly? Very possibly.

It was true. As far as she could tell, there was no deception. Eldfen may not have been killed, but injured by the hammer. In an attempt to escape, he shunted everyone off to... perhaps where they would have felt most comfortable? Parsley didn't know why the four of them were transported to Maiz, yet no one else was. It was their plan, after all, to return to Reshlan right before Eldfen showed up.

Parsley closed her eyes. The obstacle that was Eldfen wasn't overcome, but he had been dealt a humiliating blow. Ochazuke is proving himself more dangerous than his race's station should allow. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Sarada's fist hurtling toward her face at breakneck speeds.

The crack of bone on bone echoed through the quickly hushed throne room. Parsley's head snapped back as she fell back and landed with a thud. Limbs twisted in awkward angles, she was out like a light.

Sarada flexed her left hand and watched her unconscious sister with a passive stare. She heard Maiz exhale heavily and grimaced.

"I actually thought you two were past that," she remarked.

"We are," she answered. "That was something new." She recalled that Ochazuke took that book with him. She wanted to look over it to see what the big deal was, but she supposed it was going to be a while. She turned and looked at Maiz, only to nearly wilt under her disappointed gaze. "When she wakes up, tell her to head to the new colonies. Everything is under attack; they're less able to defend themselves."

With that, and a single glance spared toward Inanna, she headed outside.

[grampagen]

OT: Oh my. How very, very interesting.

IC:

Before Ochazuke can move, he sees Grinthorn start to call out to him, eyes flicking briefly to the hammer as if he wanted it.

Then Ochazuke moved, and in that moment the world blurs and Ochazuke feels a rush of energy burn through him. From the distant power Eva had parted unto him he feels a river of Guardians behind the hammer blow, hands gentle and rough combined with his to swing the Artifact down onto the Wyrm. For a moment, he sees almost an endless line of Guardians stand with him, Eva and Fife all the way down to Arthur.

Eva smiles at him and nods.

The hammer falls.

The Lord Forger’s hammer is no mere thing, it is an Artifact crafted from centuries of Darkling magic. To create, to forge, to make new. An object of rebirth. It is also transformative, for he has imbued it with magical qualities of a capsule. Inside the hammer resides his house, and within the house resides a mote of True Magic and one of Grinthorn’s dragonballs.

The blow channels it all. And as it strikes, Ochazuke also sees the Palatines for a moment. All of them, standing against the tide once long, long ago.

The hammer lands, and Darkle trembles as a sound like nothing heard before resonates. Like a hammer to an anvil, but purer and truer than anything else.

A Godly tone.

The blow washes over all, a brilliant beam of sound and energy covers them all and Ochazuke sees for a single moment a look on Eldfen’s face.

Fear.


When the light dies down, Alakazah is gone. Darkle is gone.

Everyone is gone.

—————

Ochazuke, Etrina, Charco, Erosa, Zaofan, Dash, Praxat, and Sasheem all find themselves on what appears to be Earth. Dash at her old home, Etrina and Erosa and Charco at the ruined Lookout. Sasheem, Zaofan, and Ochazuke appear at Samson Balon’s restored Dragon Temple, and Praxat appears in her room at Capsule Corp.

Voyavoda appears on Nevada, near his old house.

Parsley, Sarada, Lantro, and Inanna appear on Reshlan in the throne room near Maiz.

Nevalinna appears on Reshlan, right beside her mother.

Blizzar appears onboard the main GP base, in his office that he almost never uses, surrounded by piles of paperwork yet to be done.

And all seems well to everyone. Wounds are healed, ki stores restored, and a faint but beautiful sound still rings in their ears for a moment.


There is no sign of Grinthorn.

OOC: Uh...whoops, lol?

IC:

When the light receded and colour returned to the world, it was like waking from a faded dream. The world blurred in that moment. Was this another aspect of the Spark of Creation that took his vision? He saw the vile grin of the President of the World, and lift the weapon of a Palatine to strike out at the Dragon...and then he was gone.

So were the shadows of Darkle. Ochazuke held a hand to shade his eyes from a crystal blue sky that rose over a gentle sea-breeze that carried with it the call of gulls in the distance.

They were home? How could this be? It was an utterly impossible thing, and yet...

A long breath left him as he felt stone tile beneath his feet, like many a resplendent temple build to in the memory of Zxu'ro, yet for a training ground, it was not quite worn. Slowly, Ochazuke sank to his knees, until he sat upon his heels, the Forger's Hammer still in his hand.

"...what the heck happened here?!"

Zaofan voiced what he'd grown far too weary to think, and as the chef darted back and forth, he couldn't believe his eyes. "The Dragon Temple Gate?! That wasn't here before, it's brand new! We weren't about to risk putting Balon-sensei out in the open until we settled the matter of- of-"

His pacing over the temple grounds halted as he exchanged a look with Ochazuke, and Zaofan faintly prodded the inside of his ear with a finger before cupping his hand around it.

"Say, do you hear that? At first I thought my ears were ringing, like at the end of a banger, you know? But I don't think I've lost anything, something's carrying it, but I just can't place it."

Indeed, this sudden ejection, this change from the sight of the Eldfen, all of it had been preceded by a strange sound in the wind. Ochazuke had felt it course through his arm, his hand moving as if guided by a line of Guardians as it struck out...

He could feel it still. It was everywhere.

What did Banespell possess...? The power to reforge a world...?

The sights of his world after so long had hit him harder than he could imagine; he'd thought it was lost; by all account it hadn't been, save for Grinthorn's continued hegemony.

Ochazuke laid his free hand upon the ground, reaching out with his ki sense into the Earth, following the subtle clarion pulse deep in the matter of this place as Muhen Sekai Keihatsu reached into the Genius Loci of the Leylines.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: Uh...whoops, lol?

IC:

When the light receded and colour returned to the world, it was like waking from a faded dream. The world blurred in that moment. Was this another aspect of the Spark of Creation that took his vision? He saw the vile grin of the President of the World, and lift the weapon of a Palatine to strike out at the Dragon...and then he was gone.

So were the shadows of Darkle. Ochazuke held a hand to shade his eyes from a crystal blue sky that rose over a gentle sea-breeze that carried with it the call of gulls in the distance.

They were home? How could this be? It was an utterly impossible thing, and yet...

A long breath left him as he felt stone tile beneath his feet, like many a resplendent temple build to in the memory of Zxu'ro, yet for a training ground, it was not quite worn. Slowly, Ochazuke sank to his knees, until he sat upon his heels, the Forger's Hammer still in his hand.

"...what the heck happened here?!"

Zaofan voiced what he'd grown far too weary to think, and as the chef darted back and forth, he couldn't believe his eyes. "The Dragon Temple Gate?! That wasn't here before, it's brand new! We weren't about to risk putting Balon-sensei out in the open until we settled the matter of- of-"

His pacing over the temple grounds halted as he exchanged a look with Ochazuke, and Zaofan faintly prodded the inside of his ear with a finger before cupping his hand around it.

"Say, do you hear that? At first I thought my ears were ringing, like at the end of a banger, you know? But I don't think I've lost anything, something's carrying it, but I just can't place it."

Indeed, this sudden ejection, this change from the sight of the Eldfen, all of it had been preceded by a strange sound in the wind. Ochazuke had felt it course through his arm, his hand moving as if guided by a line of Guardians as it struck out...

He could feel it still. It was everywhere.

What did Banespell possess...? The power to reforge a world...?

The sights of his world after so long had hit him harder than he could imagine; he'd thought it was lost; by all account it hadn't been, save for Grinthorn's continued hegemony.

Ochazuke laid his free hand upon the ground, reaching out with his ki sense into the Earth, following the subtle clarion pulse deep in the matter of this place as Muhen Sekai Keihatsu reached into the Genius Loci of the Leylines.

You reach in and all seems...peaceful.

You detect nothing of Grinthorn if that is who you seek.

[KingofPie]

OT: Oh my. How very, very interesting.

IC:

Before Ochazuke can move, he sees Grinthorn start to call out to him, eyes flicking briefly to the hammer as if he wanted it.

Then Ochazuke moved, and in that moment the world blurs and Ochazuke feels a rush of energy burn through him. From the distant power Eva had parted unto him he feels a river of Guardians behind the hammer blow, hands gentle and rough combined with his to swing the Artifact down onto the Wyrm. For a moment, he sees almost an endless line of Guardians stand with him, Eva and Fife all the way down to Arthur.

Eva smiles at him and nods.

The hammer falls.

The Lord Forger’s hammer is no mere thing, it is an Artifact crafted from centuries of Darkling magic. To create, to forge, to make new. An object of rebirth. It is also transformative, for he has imbued it with magical qualities of a capsule. Inside the hammer resides his house, and within the house resides a mote of True Magic and one of Grinthorn’s dragonballs.

The blow channels it all. And as it strikes, Ochazuke also sees the Palatines for a moment. All of them, standing against the tide once long, long ago.

The hammer lands, and Darkle trembles as a sound like nothing heard before resonates. Like a hammer to an anvil, but purer and truer than anything else.

A Godly tone.

The blow washes over all, a brilliant beam of sound and energy covers them all and Ochazuke sees for a single moment a look on Eldfen’s face.

Fear.


When the light dies down, Alakazah is gone. Darkle is gone.

Everyone is gone.

—————

Ochazuke, Etrina, Charco, Erosa, Zaofan, Dash, Praxat, and Sasheem all find themselves on what appears to be Earth. Dash at her old home, Etrina and Erosa and Charco at the ruined Lookout. Sasheem, Zaofan, and Ochazuke appear at Samson Balon’s restored Dragon Temple, and Praxat appears in her room at Capsule Corp.

Voyavoda appears on Nevada, near his old house.

Parsley, Sarada, Lantro, and Inanna appear on Reshlan in the throne room near Maiz.

Nevalinna appears on Reshlan, right beside her mother.

Blizzar appears onboard the main GP base, in his office that he almost never uses, surrounded by piles of paperwork yet to be done.

And all seems well to everyone. Wounds are healed, ki stores restored, and a faint but beautiful sound still rings in their ears for a moment.


There is no sign of Grinthorn.

OOC: Uh...whoops, lol?

IC:

When the light receded and colour returned to the world, it was like waking from a faded dream. The world blurred in that moment. Was this another aspect of the Spark of Creation that took his vision? He saw the vile grin of the President of the World, and lift the weapon of a Palatine to strike out at the Dragon...and then he was gone.

So were the shadows of Darkle. Ochazuke held a hand to shade his eyes from a crystal blue sky that rose over a gentle sea-breeze that carried with it the call of gulls in the distance.

They were home? How could this be? It was an utterly impossible thing, and yet...

A long breath left him as he felt stone tile beneath his feet, like many a resplendent temple build to in the memory of Zxu'ro, yet for a training ground, it was not quite worn. Slowly, Ochazuke sank to his knees, until he sat upon his heels, the Forger's Hammer still in his hand.

"...what the heck happened here?!"

Zaofan voiced what he'd grown far too weary to think, and as the chef darted back and forth, he couldn't believe his eyes. "The Dragon Temple Gate?! That wasn't here before, it's brand new! We weren't about to risk putting Balon-sensei out in the open until we settled the matter of- of-"

His pacing over the temple grounds halted as he exchanged a look with Ochazuke, and Zaofan faintly prodded the inside of his ear with a finger before cupping his hand around it.

"Say, do you hear that? At first I thought my ears were ringing, like at the end of a banger, you know? But I don't think I've lost anything, something's carrying it, but I just can't place it."

Indeed, this sudden ejection, this change from the sight of the Eldfen, all of it had been preceded by a strange sound in the wind. Ochazuke had felt it course through his arm, his hand moving as if guided by a line of Guardians as it struck out...

He could feel it still. It was everywhere.

What did Banespell possess...? The power to reforge a world...?

The sights of his world after so long had hit him harder than he could imagine; he'd thought it was lost; by all account it hadn't been, save for Grinthorn's continued hegemony.

Ochazuke laid his free hand upon the ground, reaching out with his ki sense into the Earth, following the subtle clarion pulse deep in the matter of this place as Muhen Sekai Keihatsu reached into the Genius Loci of the Leylines.

"Sasheem genuinely can't tell if you fucked up or not," the Majin folded his arms, glancing over at Ochazuke. He didn't even recall being at Balon's temple when he last was on Earth. not too long ago. So why now? And with these two clowns, no less! It was like someone lifted them up and placed them into an approximation of where they were supposed to be. Was the ****-Grin really that strong to just...move them all around? "**** seems...calm. Quiet. Kinda hate it."

[Sub-Zero MKA]

When Sarada reached outside, she started scrolling through her PDD. She had to catch up with Pois and see if she managed to catch Sellerie . Hopefully, she had and it wouldn't be much longer until they could head out.

"Kami," she muttered. "How long were we on that dust ball?" She checked her watch to see how long it had been since the attack on the Lookout.

[KingofPie]

OT: Oh my. How very, very interesting.

IC:

Before Ochazuke can move, he sees Grinthorn start to call out to him, eyes flicking briefly to the hammer as if he wanted it.

Then Ochazuke moved, and in that moment the world blurs and Ochazuke feels a rush of energy burn through him. From the distant power Eva had parted unto him he feels a river of Guardians behind the hammer blow, hands gentle and rough combined with his to swing the Artifact down onto the Wyrm. For a moment, he sees almost an endless line of Guardians stand with him, Eva and Fife all the way down to Arthur.

Eva smiles at him and nods.

The hammer falls.

The Lord Forger’s hammer is no mere thing, it is an Artifact crafted from centuries of Darkling magic. To create, to forge, to make new. An object of rebirth. It is also transformative, for he has imbued it with magical qualities of a capsule. Inside the hammer resides his house, and within the house resides a mote of True Magic and one of Grinthorn’s dragonballs.

The blow channels it all. And as it strikes, Ochazuke also sees the Palatines for a moment. All of them, standing against the tide once long, long ago.

The hammer lands, and Darkle trembles as a sound like nothing heard before resonates. Like a hammer to an anvil, but purer and truer than anything else.

A Godly tone.

The blow washes over all, a brilliant beam of sound and energy covers them all and Ochazuke sees for a single moment a look on Eldfen’s face.

Fear.


When the light dies down, Alakazah is gone. Darkle is gone.

Everyone is gone.

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Ochazuke, Etrina, Charco, Erosa, Zaofan, Dash, Praxat, and Sasheem all find themselves on what appears to be Earth. Dash at her old home, Etrina and Erosa and Charco at the ruined Lookout. Sasheem, Zaofan, and Ochazuke appear at Samson Balon’s restored Dragon Temple, and Praxat appears in her room at Capsule Corp.

Voyavoda appears on Nevada, near his old house.

Parsley, Sarada, Lantro, and Inanna appear on Reshlan in the throne room near Maiz.

Nevalinna appears on Reshlan, right beside her mother.

Blizzar appears onboard the main GP base, in his office that he almost never uses, surrounded by piles of paperwork yet to be done.

And all seems well to everyone. Wounds are healed, ki stores restored, and a faint but beautiful sound still rings in their ears for a moment.


There is no sign of Grinthorn.

OOC: Would this be the MAIN main GP base or the station orbiting Earth?

IC: Blizzar immediately sat up at his desk, files and a glass of water knocked over towards the floor. "This...this can't be right?" he questioned, flexing his injured hand somewhat. It appeared fine now, saving any trip to the healing chambers he would've had to take. But the question was how...and why exactly. Ochazulke struck Eldfen with a deific hammer. Any event following the white flash were a complete unknown to him.

Quickly, he tossed out a disk from his desk, a holographic screen and keyboard emitting from it. He opened up several tabs, pulling up any information that was uploaded into the GP databases regarding Grinthorn/Eldfen/Alkazah. Most of the reports were his own, but surely anyone monitoring the Earth and it's potential threats had some sort of update by now.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: Would this be the MAIN main GP base or the station orbiting Earth?

IC: Blizzar immediately sat up at his desk, files and a glass of water knocked over towards the floor. "This...this can't be right?" he questioned, flexing his injured hand somewhat. It appeared fine now, saving any trip to the healing chambers he would've had to take. But the question was how...and why exactly. Ochazulke struck Eldfen with a deific hammer. Any event following the white flash were a complete unknown to him.

Quickly, he tossed out a disk from his desk, a holographic screen and keyboard emitting from it. He opened up several tabs, pulling up any information that was uploaded into the GP databases regarding Grinthorn/Eldfen/Alkazah. Most of the reports were his own, but surely anyone monitoring the Earth and it's potential threats had some sort of update by now.

OT: Main office.

IC:

Miras Thane has reported that the leader of Earth vanished some three days ago, location currently unknown.