02-07-2016, 08:42 PM
Magus eyed the machine creature for a moment, before offering it the slightest of nods.
“If you can promise that no harm shall come to me or my new allies, I shall help you,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. It was then that he locked eyes with a man over the machine’s equivalent of a shoulder.
Tony Redgrave. The mage betrayed no reaction to the appearance of his former adversary, but internally he was careful to note the strength of this man. Perhaps even more powerful than the bandit who had brutally and agonizingly murdered him, Tony could be a very real threat.
But none of this mattered as, in a flash, they were gone.
He stood engulfed by a forest of mighty, ancient trees. The faint rustling of activity whispered at him from every direction – birds, rodents. Predators.
Prey.
This Island was teeming with life, and Magus alone. To make matters worse, he didn’t even need to raise a finger to know he was sharply reduced on power – he could feel something restricting his access to his well of the supernatural.
But, he realized as his eyes glanced down at the savage weapon at his feet, he wasn’t left totally defenseless.
Magus knelt down and hoisted the weapon into his arms, staggering under its awkward bulk. It gleamed in what little of the dappled sunlight pierced through the foliage above. The thing was hardly his style, but it would suit him just fine.
The weapon came with a convenient carrying strap which allowed the Demon King to sling it over his shoulder. A small mercy afforded him by the narcissistic ghoul who had brought him here. Still, if there truly was power here worth claiming, Magus might consider overlooking the colossal arrogance of the Spirit who had temporarily enslaved him.
The wizard crept silently through the undergrowth, suppressing the mounting suspicion that burgeoned within him, but found himself fighting a losing battle. He looked at the pristine forest all around him. At the almost carefully positioned clusters of wildflowers, all with blazes of color in vivid relief against their surrounded.
He, too, was a splash of wild color fiercely juxtaposed against a calming backdrop of greens and browns, but just like the too-perfect wildflowers, he didn’t belong here. He was beginning to feel that nothing did.
Exactly what kind of a prisoner lives in an idyllic forest-island cut off from all realities? The whole thing reeked of some lesser immortal’s plaything: a microcosm of the Omniverse, with Teucer as this place’s Omni.
And if that were true, if Teucer was playing some kind of game beyond what he had told them – and he most certainly was – Magus needed to find out what, and quickly.
Before any of that could be sorted, however, the groan of a much more primal need rumbled from the pit of his stomach. Food was going to be an issue here, he realized, somehow instinctively aware of the fact he couldn’t simply summon something delicious to eat.
Magus sighed. How frustrating.
“If you can promise that no harm shall come to me or my new allies, I shall help you,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper. It was then that he locked eyes with a man over the machine’s equivalent of a shoulder.
Tony Redgrave. The mage betrayed no reaction to the appearance of his former adversary, but internally he was careful to note the strength of this man. Perhaps even more powerful than the bandit who had brutally and agonizingly murdered him, Tony could be a very real threat.
But none of this mattered as, in a flash, they were gone.
He stood engulfed by a forest of mighty, ancient trees. The faint rustling of activity whispered at him from every direction – birds, rodents. Predators.
Prey.
This Island was teeming with life, and Magus alone. To make matters worse, he didn’t even need to raise a finger to know he was sharply reduced on power – he could feel something restricting his access to his well of the supernatural.
But, he realized as his eyes glanced down at the savage weapon at his feet, he wasn’t left totally defenseless.
Magus knelt down and hoisted the weapon into his arms, staggering under its awkward bulk. It gleamed in what little of the dappled sunlight pierced through the foliage above. The thing was hardly his style, but it would suit him just fine.
The weapon came with a convenient carrying strap which allowed the Demon King to sling it over his shoulder. A small mercy afforded him by the narcissistic ghoul who had brought him here. Still, if there truly was power here worth claiming, Magus might consider overlooking the colossal arrogance of the Spirit who had temporarily enslaved him.
The wizard crept silently through the undergrowth, suppressing the mounting suspicion that burgeoned within him, but found himself fighting a losing battle. He looked at the pristine forest all around him. At the almost carefully positioned clusters of wildflowers, all with blazes of color in vivid relief against their surrounded.
He, too, was a splash of wild color fiercely juxtaposed against a calming backdrop of greens and browns, but just like the too-perfect wildflowers, he didn’t belong here. He was beginning to feel that nothing did.
Exactly what kind of a prisoner lives in an idyllic forest-island cut off from all realities? The whole thing reeked of some lesser immortal’s plaything: a microcosm of the Omniverse, with Teucer as this place’s Omni.
And if that were true, if Teucer was playing some kind of game beyond what he had told them – and he most certainly was – Magus needed to find out what, and quickly.
Before any of that could be sorted, however, the groan of a much more primal need rumbled from the pit of his stomach. Food was going to be an issue here, he realized, somehow instinctively aware of the fact he couldn’t simply summon something delicious to eat.
Magus sighed. How frustrating.
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