Zerrer

Applying Exotic Metaphysics (War, 17.6)

AN: Updated on 8/24/23, since I didn't like the first version. This one's a little different. The same stuff happens, only much better explained. Or explained much more poorly.

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Walk like them until they walk like you.

I was asleep. I was awake. I was both.

My shadow was split. Shadowrend bound us and divided us, h...

Applying Exotic Metaphysics (War, 17.5)

Voryn’s strong voice carried over the screams and noise of our invasion of Lilmoth. His voice was melodical, almost hopeful, as he sung the war-songs of House Dagoth. To punctuate each sentence, a blast of virulent, red-yellow magicka ripped from his hands. For each gesture, an argonian died. A gate disintegrated. It wasn’t just fire. It was...

Applying Exotic Metaphysics (War, 17.4)

A Shiftgate stood wide open, far above me. Through it, the Battlespire. Hovering in the sky, buzzing as it ripped magicka out of the air, feeding it through itself, through Shadowrend, and through me. I focused, pulling the battlespire through, spells being woven not just with my own hands, but with Shadowrend’s. Enchantments, conditional alte...

Applying Exotic Metaphysics (War, 17.3)

The city was cold. Only half the torches were lit, and the streets were nearly empty. Hawkers and traders still tried to sell their wares, but it wasn’t nearly as loud and boisterous as before. It was as if they’d felt wary of raising their voices.

Far above, the Battlespire still loomed. My illusion- the powerful spell clouding the fu...

Applying Exotic Metaphysics (War, 17.2)

Thelen Kaarn and the rest of the Psijics stood before me. Under the purple light of the shield spell surrounding us, I could see the wizards outside, sustaining the spell… But that was all they could do. A shield spell this strong, I knew, would prevent most magicks from working through it.

Which was why Kaarn, and a handful of his mini...

Applying Exotic Metaphysics (War, 17.1)

I walked.

The Hist, now, were gearing up for a fight in the future. Even now, the dreamsleeve was screaming. Encoded, hidden messages. Argonians being called back, new Warspores being dredged up from dreams, assembled in realms of Oblivion that not even Divayth had discovered. Memospores richocheted through time, weaving through the holes ...

Applying Exotic Metaphysics (Revenge, 16.6)

Shadowrend-as-Akulakhan screeched, too-long arms with too many elbows stretching from my manifested shadow. The hist’s spells- cast by the dozen, every moment, ripped away at the flesh of my right arm- as I continued to push down with inexorable purpose. I could feel branches and roots cracking, even as the amber energy reinforced the ancient ...

Applying Exotic Metaphysics (Revenge, 16.5)

Magic raged around me, the world’s magicka focusing. It coiled itself into amorphous bands, coiling roots and vines made of congealed amber energy. Pulling me still, holding me in place. Histmagic.

“I’ve come with shear and axe,” I said, my limbs locked into place. “Knives for carving and fire for burning.”

“Heretic...