Post by Grail Brisk on Aug 28, 2017 17:36:04 GMT
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| Base Powerlevel | Transformations | Current Powerlevel | Gain Modifiers | Tags |
| 20,000 | N/A | 20,000 | N/A | TAG PEOPLE HERE |
The ruined home of the Kashvar, their singular fortress. A place of torture and madness, at least according to some. To Grail it had been his unwilling home for a couple decades where he had undergone magical experimentation, eventually binding to him a Nightwalker, a beast of immense magical power and size but little brains. Further experiments had granted that Nightwalker a semblence of sapience, and eventually Grail had managed to stabilize the magics enough himself to have a conversation with the beast, who had decided to name itself Ebonbane. However the magics that kept Grail and Ebonbane tied together, and which kept Ebonbane sapient, were limited.Very limited. Whenever the Celestial Alignment reached a certain point, the Kashvar magics that kept everything working properly weakened and nearly failed, resulting in Ebonbane devolving into an animalistic monstrosity who thought only of its next meal, and at the same time shut down the part of the magic where Ebonbane was locked inside Grail, instead reversing and having Ebonbane take physical form while Grail was locked inside the Nightwalker's form.
Grail of course did not find this situation to be favorable at all, and had since his freedom was granted by Plato murdering all of the Kashvar been reading through their lore and magical tomes of knowledge. He would leave to avoid anyone who wanted to dig through the old fortress, or when the magics weakened, as Ebonbane would destroy the entire fortress in its search for food, ruining any chance Grail ever had to properly perfect the magics he needed. Yet he always ended up returning to search through the forbidden knowledge contained in the sanctums of the Fortress, trying to find the one tome that would have the knowledge he needed. He had spent hundreds of hours reading through tome after tome, many of the magical techniques and abilities described and taught within beyond his current grasp of understanding, but he stored away those for future use, his Kagami heritage shining through and allowing him to memorize more data than any single computer could contain.
The latest tome that Grail had been reading through was one concerning transportation using Shadows, or more properly the concept behind all Shadow magic. Shadows were by their very nature an absence of something; shadow magics often involved forming this absence into a substance of its own, making nothing into something. In mathematical terms it was like taking a zero and forcing it to become a negative one, being both less than zero yet with more effect on reality than a zero. This concept could theoretically be used for transportation purposes by causing the target to be transported to first become a shadow with substance, then turning that shadow back into its original absence state, essentially erasing the target from space and time while still retaining its potential existence. In this state it cost no energy whatsoever to “move” the potential of the target to some other place merely by thinking it, and then once at the new location the target would be given form in the same way as normal shadow magics operated.
It was a complex idea that had Grail absorbed with his entire being, but one in which he felt would have disastrous results if he attempted it with his current skill level. He had gotten up, still keeping the tome with him, his curiosity not allowing him to place it down, and had continued to wander through the Kashvar fortress, unaware of both the time and day. He had done this before, after all, losing himself to his studies, barely remembering to eat or sleep until his body forcibly reminded him. There was still so much to search through, techniques he could learn to increase his powers and stabilize them. If only he could contain Ebonbane properly; there was so much more he could learn to do with its powers! The Kashvar had salivated at the thought of being able to harness the powers of a Nightwalker; which is why they had sacrificed a dozen or more children over the years attempting to harness one.
More tomes were grabbed and read thoroughly, the time ticking away unknown to Grail. It was always so dark in the Fortress anyway, although Grail had no trouble navigating even the darkest corridors, and the restless spirits never troubled him. Eventually his body screamed at him loud enough for him to realize that he needed sleep, and Grail made his way to the chamber he had slept in those decades he was trapped in this fortress, the familiar surroundings letting him fall into sleep.
When he awoke however he was plagued by an alarming voice shouting in his head, the noise in his mind drowning out his dreams and forcing him to consciousness. It was the voice of Ebonbane, and the Nightwalker seemed almost panicked as it shouted warning to Grail. ”..up! Wake up you fool! The magics are weakening; the Alignment must be approaching! Wake up damn you, Grail, or I'll destroy our only chance for us to free ourselves of this damnable weakness!”
His mind full of alarm Grail moved as fast he dared, his form taking on a shadowy quality as he shifted his bodily proportions for easier travel down the narrow corridors and delicate stone halls, at least delicate compared to the power that was threatening to burst out uncontrolled from Grail's body. Yet somewhere he knew that it wasn't going to be enough for him to get free of the confines of the fortress before the magics weakened too much to contain Ebonbane. Already Grail heard the Nightwalker's mental warnings degrading; the grammar and context of the words fading in the mind of the beast, finally merely repeating the words “weakness!” over and over in a mindless mantra.
There wasn't enough time! Grail had just exited the front doors when the first pains began to overtake him, dropping him to his knees from the terrible shock, his lungs beginning to clog with a thick black ichor. He coughed up the horrible substance, unable to move as he desperately tried to breathe. He wouldn't be able to move much farther at all; he was going to destroy the remnants of the fortress along with his chance at stopping this horrible event from happening again.
Wracking his brains, sifting through all the knowledge he had gained from the tomes in a search for an answer, Grail's mind latched onto the transportation theory he had read earlier. It was still fresh in his mind; he understood the workings of the spell, but he wasn't sure he was capable of controlling it enough to aim for any specific place. Yet at this juncture it didn't matter; if Grail didn't leave right now he was going to destroy his best source of magical knowledge.
In his desperation Grail decided it was his best option. Even if he ended up someplace completely off target, it would be better than destroying the Kashvar fortress. Struggling to concentrate through his choking, Grail made the complex somatic components of the spell, focusing on a target well away from any civilized place on Konats. He felt the change from substance to shadow hit him, his body melting away into the darkness, and he prayed that he wasn't too far off his mark.
Yet he knew, horribly, that he had misperformed the spell even as he tried to complete it, and his targeting was completely off. He had no idea where he would go...he had no idea that as his shadowy essence traveled outside of existence that he would end up...on Namek...
[Using One-Time Use Spacepod to travel to Namek from Konats]
Grail of course did not find this situation to be favorable at all, and had since his freedom was granted by Plato murdering all of the Kashvar been reading through their lore and magical tomes of knowledge. He would leave to avoid anyone who wanted to dig through the old fortress, or when the magics weakened, as Ebonbane would destroy the entire fortress in its search for food, ruining any chance Grail ever had to properly perfect the magics he needed. Yet he always ended up returning to search through the forbidden knowledge contained in the sanctums of the Fortress, trying to find the one tome that would have the knowledge he needed. He had spent hundreds of hours reading through tome after tome, many of the magical techniques and abilities described and taught within beyond his current grasp of understanding, but he stored away those for future use, his Kagami heritage shining through and allowing him to memorize more data than any single computer could contain.
The latest tome that Grail had been reading through was one concerning transportation using Shadows, or more properly the concept behind all Shadow magic. Shadows were by their very nature an absence of something; shadow magics often involved forming this absence into a substance of its own, making nothing into something. In mathematical terms it was like taking a zero and forcing it to become a negative one, being both less than zero yet with more effect on reality than a zero. This concept could theoretically be used for transportation purposes by causing the target to be transported to first become a shadow with substance, then turning that shadow back into its original absence state, essentially erasing the target from space and time while still retaining its potential existence. In this state it cost no energy whatsoever to “move” the potential of the target to some other place merely by thinking it, and then once at the new location the target would be given form in the same way as normal shadow magics operated.
It was a complex idea that had Grail absorbed with his entire being, but one in which he felt would have disastrous results if he attempted it with his current skill level. He had gotten up, still keeping the tome with him, his curiosity not allowing him to place it down, and had continued to wander through the Kashvar fortress, unaware of both the time and day. He had done this before, after all, losing himself to his studies, barely remembering to eat or sleep until his body forcibly reminded him. There was still so much to search through, techniques he could learn to increase his powers and stabilize them. If only he could contain Ebonbane properly; there was so much more he could learn to do with its powers! The Kashvar had salivated at the thought of being able to harness the powers of a Nightwalker; which is why they had sacrificed a dozen or more children over the years attempting to harness one.
More tomes were grabbed and read thoroughly, the time ticking away unknown to Grail. It was always so dark in the Fortress anyway, although Grail had no trouble navigating even the darkest corridors, and the restless spirits never troubled him. Eventually his body screamed at him loud enough for him to realize that he needed sleep, and Grail made his way to the chamber he had slept in those decades he was trapped in this fortress, the familiar surroundings letting him fall into sleep.
When he awoke however he was plagued by an alarming voice shouting in his head, the noise in his mind drowning out his dreams and forcing him to consciousness. It was the voice of Ebonbane, and the Nightwalker seemed almost panicked as it shouted warning to Grail. ”..up! Wake up you fool! The magics are weakening; the Alignment must be approaching! Wake up damn you, Grail, or I'll destroy our only chance for us to free ourselves of this damnable weakness!”
His mind full of alarm Grail moved as fast he dared, his form taking on a shadowy quality as he shifted his bodily proportions for easier travel down the narrow corridors and delicate stone halls, at least delicate compared to the power that was threatening to burst out uncontrolled from Grail's body. Yet somewhere he knew that it wasn't going to be enough for him to get free of the confines of the fortress before the magics weakened too much to contain Ebonbane. Already Grail heard the Nightwalker's mental warnings degrading; the grammar and context of the words fading in the mind of the beast, finally merely repeating the words “weakness!” over and over in a mindless mantra.
There wasn't enough time! Grail had just exited the front doors when the first pains began to overtake him, dropping him to his knees from the terrible shock, his lungs beginning to clog with a thick black ichor. He coughed up the horrible substance, unable to move as he desperately tried to breathe. He wouldn't be able to move much farther at all; he was going to destroy the remnants of the fortress along with his chance at stopping this horrible event from happening again.
Wracking his brains, sifting through all the knowledge he had gained from the tomes in a search for an answer, Grail's mind latched onto the transportation theory he had read earlier. It was still fresh in his mind; he understood the workings of the spell, but he wasn't sure he was capable of controlling it enough to aim for any specific place. Yet at this juncture it didn't matter; if Grail didn't leave right now he was going to destroy his best source of magical knowledge.
In his desperation Grail decided it was his best option. Even if he ended up someplace completely off target, it would be better than destroying the Kashvar fortress. Struggling to concentrate through his choking, Grail made the complex somatic components of the spell, focusing on a target well away from any civilized place on Konats. He felt the change from substance to shadow hit him, his body melting away into the darkness, and he prayed that he wasn't too far off his mark.
Yet he knew, horribly, that he had misperformed the spell even as he tried to complete it, and his targeting was completely off. He had no idea where he would go...he had no idea that as his shadowy essence traveled outside of existence that he would end up...on Namek...
[Using One-Time Use Spacepod to travel to Namek from Konats]
