(I believe they would, at that. I have yet to make a character based off of them, though. Probably they'd fit best in a modern or futuristic setting.)
Just an idea. Zai murmurs.
Yes! The screams, the flickering of the flames and the shadows the people cast as they tried to run! It was glorious. I have a portrait of it, as a matter of fact.
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(Ah. That would be neat. Then they could meet my cyborg, Malcolm, lol)
Goldergon shrugged casually.
She laughed at the description. Yes, indeed! Ooh… you do? That would be neat to see. She grinned.
(Malcolm? He sounds evil, lol. Jk XD)
(If I was right though, uh… laughs slightly that would be hilarious!)
(Wait- fuck it, you want to do a futuristic magic/technology RP?)
Zai chuckles. I could bring it right now, if you wish.
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(Lmao! He is one of my few sci-fi characters, and he is very evil. As in, Malcolm singlehandedly caused a nuclear holocaust. And he’s also an old grouchy bastard to the core)
(Ooh, lol! Sure! Malcolm is a true sci-fi character, but I love science fantasy [which is the actual name of the sci-fi with magic genre])
That would be lovely. Though, I don’t care if you bring it, or we go to it. She snickered.
(Lol, I was right? I must have some sort of… I dunno… psychic powers?)
(Grins Gimme a sec… OxO, or 3 people including us??)
There is more fun to be had here, so I shall bring it to us. Zai laughs.
The next moment, a metal sheet is hovering in the air in front of them, depicting a citadel howling with demonfire and people jumping out windows to save themselves.
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(Lmao!)
(Ooh… hard call. I’m casual either way, though it’d probably be simpler doing a OxO, shrug)
Goldergon laughed as well. Good point.
Her eyes widened in awe at the sight of the painting. She stared for a long time, mesmerized.
(Grins Aight, hopefully this OxO works out, lmao! 3… 2… 1… let's go!)
(And if pronouns reffering to Zai aren't consistent, sorry! Very difficult to keep track, lmao!)
Zai himself watches Goldergon-Ehvara, a small smile tugging at his lips.
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(Evil grin)
(You’re good. I have the same issue, lol)
(And you can just refer to him as Goldergon. That’s technically his real name. Ehvara is, more or less, an alias)
Goldergon wasn’t aware that Zai was watching her because she was so engrossed. The detail, the accuracy, the realistic depictions. It was like looking into a portal that went back in time, and he had seen portals like that!
(Lol, okay.)
(Aight, I'll keep that in mind, lmao!)
Eventually, Zai politely coughs, not wanting to invoke Goldergon's wrath.
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Goldergon turned at Zai’s cough, her eyes bright.
Pardon me. Paintings of death fascinate me. One can almost smell the blaze radiating from this citadel. It’s like I’ve gone back in time.
Goldergon giggled.
Zai nods. Indeed, that is the point.
He waves a hand, and it vanishes. Now… where to next, avenging angel mine?
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Goldergon giggled, watching as the painting vanished.
Avenging angel? Goldergon laughed. That’s a good one. Hmm… hard call. Do you wish to see a desolate world I found, one that is apparently ruled by the Horseman of Pestilence?
Zai giggles suddenly, for no other reason than that all of this was just so . . . absurd.
Do you like it? she asks, out of mere curiosity.
Also, yes I would. Who knows? Maybe we can take him down. she giggles.
(Boop)
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Goldergon glanced over. The painting or the nickname? I believe it’s quite obvious that I adore the painting.
Ah, but one must remember. The Horsemen serve Death, and one is wise not to piss off the great one. Goldergon chuckled.
Zai shrugs. Both, I suppose, although it is quite obvious thatyou adore the painting.
Ah, yes. . . I suppose you have a point. he grins. But then again, what can Death do to us? We have no soul to take, nor do we have a life in us that we have not taken from someone else.
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Goldergon snickered. Indeed. The nickname I am not sure of. I would typically not consider myself as ‘avenging’, but I can see how it fits. I am indecisive. She hummed in thought.
Hmm… we might have no soul, but we are not above Death. Never above Death. Immortality does not mean invincibility.
Zai laughs. You are avenging when someone does something to make you feel vengeant. And you have unwittingly avenged the deaths of millions, though a mere side effect of what we want to do.
"True, I suppose. Ah, well. I still would like to visit.* she murmurs.
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Hmm… She shrugged. I suppose. Though, I have never truly been vengeful, unless the individual attacked me specifically.
Goldergon chuckled. Very well. She then grabbed Zai’s arm, teleporting them to a desolate world that was mostly foul-smelling wastelands, deserts, and bogs. The only surviving habitants existed in between the ‘arms’ of a star-shaped mountain. Goldergon, who was now back in his customary form, grinned at the sight of that very mountain.
Welcome to Entakor’attle.
(Fun, probably obvious, fact: Entakor’attle is one of my own worlds. It’s fucked, lol)
Exactly what I meant. Zai chuckles.
Grinning in anticipation, Zai prepares himself for the rushing sensation of teleporting through the veil between the worlds. She inhales deeply, then exhales, her form back to its usual shape. "Ah, what a wonderful place. Lord Pestilence has truly done a number on this plane."
(Yeah, I figured as much, lol.)
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I see. Goldergon snorted in amusement.
“Indeed. And, ‘world’. We are back in the Material Plane, on one of the many worlds within. Besides that, there is something intriguing about the mountain before us. Can you tell what it is? Shall I give you a hint?”Goldergon asked, grinning mischievously.
"It seems to be home to the only life here." Zai chuckles.
"Would that be it, dear?" she adds.
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“True. The valleys between the mountain’s arms are the only habitable place on this world. Yet, that is not it. You were close though. Here’s the hint… It moves.”
Goldergon kept grinning.
Zai thinks, then looks closely. She looks at Goldergon in surprise.
"Is that-?" she asks, not feeling the need to finish the question.
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Goldergon chuckled.
“The mountain is alive. In fact, this mountain was once a man. He was the wizard K’rattle, and he called Lord Pestilence here, thinking he could become godly. He thought wrong,”Goldergon explained with a cruel grin.
Zai grins. "Wow. I thought I sensed rather more life here than there should have been. Nice to know it's the mountain."
She has a thought. "Could we possibly make him suffer more?"
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Goldergon chuckled,“I cannot help but admire the irony of this scene. K’rattle wanted to be a god, and mountains can appear quite godly themselves.”
He then hummed in deep thought.
“I am not quite sure. The mountain is only somewhat sentient, barely more than a shell,”he said.
Zai tilts her head. "It is indeed ironic. And yet, the ourae were spirits, divine beings in their own right. So I suppose that he is as a god now."
"Very well." she sighs.
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Goldergon hummed in thought, then conceded with a shrug.
“Absolutely hilarious, is it not? The fool got his wish, but not as intended,”he said with a snicker.
Goldergon shrugged,”There is likely a way, but I simply do not know it. Semi-sentient creatures can be so tricky to judge sometimes.”
Zai chuckles. "Indeed."
She sighs once more. "That is true."
