The Lizard's Solution

[Anume]

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Myria tells Deimos 'Dont come in here please'

Her attention diverted, Myria's firestorm collapses.

Deimos tells Myria 'I will not go where I am not wanted.'

Myria tells Deimos 'I would enjoy your company'

Myria tells Deimos 'Yet I have set a blaze in this forest that is most dangerous'

Deimos tells Myria 'It is not fire that frightens me.'

Deimos tells Myria 'It is knowing that there are others out there, like me.'

Myria tells Deimos 'In truth I have met you before'

Deimos tells Myria 'Certain are you? Perhaps it was Diemos? Or Deimios? Each of us share similar names.'

Myria tells Deimos 'No, it was Deemos'

Myria tells Deimos 'It was many years from now'

Deimos tells Myria 'A possibility. Even I do not know the existence of us all. '

Myria tells Deimos 'you simple minded fool!'

Deimos tells Myria 'You wanted my company?'

Deimos walks in.

look deimos

His pale and unblemished complexion is a rarity. Yet it is as if you've

seen him before.

His polished head is completely bald and devoid of any hair, it sparkles and

extends above river-blue eyes. Strong bones and pointed ears outline a hard

and clean-shaven face with a rounded nose and twisted lips.

A billowing cape, wavering hues of crimson, is tucked into golden shoulder

plates. Adjoined to these plates is a buffed and polished breastplate of

the same design. Along its edges of the torso and midriff are trimmings of

a bright crimson design and overlay a white and reddish fabric. Furthermore

this fabric is sewn artistically into a loose bodysuit where distinctive

golden greaves meet knee-high black boots and golden vambraces into

fingerless black gloves.

He has just opened up his eyes to the world.

Deimos is in excellent condition.

Deimos is using:

(Magical) (Glowing) a golden sun

(Magical) an opal ring

an onyx ring

(Glowing) a plated steel neckguard

a teeth necklace

a cloth hat

an encased hydra stud

(Magical) a mithril vest

(Glowing) some singed sleeves

camel hide gloves

a pair of raw hide leggings

(Magical) a pair of mithril boots

a bear-skin cloak

(Magical) a mithril girth

(Humming) a titanium bracer

a jade bracer

(Glowing) an icicle

(Glowing) an icicle

(Magical) a violet veil

Deimos now follows Myria.

Myria says 'Look here'

Myria waves her hand.

The sun rises in the east.

Deimos looks at the gnome's hand.

Myria suddenly parts the forest with her staff, like cutting a picture open. A strikingly different forest can be seen through the gap.

You hear the sound of sawing logs nearby.

In the vision, Deimos sits with Myria, eating acorns off the ground. Myria waves her staff and closes the rift.

Myria says 'So you SEE!'

Myria says 'In each plane, a new reality'

Myria says 'Yet you walk here, ignorant of the possibilities'

Myria says 'I have learned to walk among the planes at will'

Myria says 'I posit that you have learned to walk among them quite by accident.'

Myria says 'Which would explain your particular condition.'

Deimos signs, looking dissappointed. 'The use of magic should not be placed in the hands of mortals, it is not for us.

Myria says 'This is simply a tool of the trade.'

The adventurers walk for some time

Deimos sermons ' where do we go?

Myria opens the portal.

The Source

A blindingly-bright light fills the immediate area. It comes from a

spherical thing floating above a stone pedestal which seems more for

decorative purposes than anything else. Your clothes billow as if a strong

wind is passing by, and yet you feel not the slightest breeze. The power

this thing contains is undeniable since Gualorium appears to have been built

around it.

[Exits: north east south west up]

(Magical) (Glowing) (Humming) The Source.

Deimos rides in.

Myria points to the Source.

Myria says 'Here you may meditate on the glory of the origin of all planar anomalies.'

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' the source of these planes?

Myria urges Deimos to focus on the blindingly-bright orb.

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' yet it reeks of magic in itself.

Myria says 'Magic is a term your pitiful mind has created to define this energy'

Deimos smirks, 'The woogie boogie would be another.

Myria says 'Look into the light, what do you see?'

Deimos closes his eyes momentarily, opening them to examine the Source more closely.

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' this energy is blinding.

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' pushing out towards us.

Myria tells Gedilla 'Deimos needs your help'

Gedilla tells Myria 'Then we will come.'

Deimos says 'I would see it closed.'

Myria says 'What do you suppose would happen then?'

Myria feeds Deimos with a magic pig roast.

Deimos eats a magic pig roast.

Deimos shakes his head in disgust. 'I do not want this abominable food.

Gedilla rides in.

Deimos holds his stomach in pain. 'Errgghh.

Deimos drops to his knees and vomits.

Gedilla raises an eyebrow.

Gedilla nods at Myria in agreement.

Gedilla snaps at the sickly elf with it's three heads.

Deimos is hunched over, recovering slowly. 'Such acrid food does not sit right in this body.

Myria says 'Surely your dysentery is not a concern to our consultant'

Gedilla says 'Yesss, do tell.'

Gedilla raises an eyebrow at Deimos's weird actions.

Deimos looks from you to Gedilla. 'Of which part?

Myria says 'The part about thermos.'

Myria says 'And the other one'

Myria says 'And the other one'

Myria counts her little fingers.

Myria says 'And THAT one too.'

Gedilla sways his many heads back and fourth waiting response.

Deimos nods. 'I believe Myria may have met Thermos, or was it Demios. We are all versions of each other.

A brilliant shower of shooting stars streaks across the sky!

Myria looks impatient.

Myria says 'Deimos would like to hire your blade'

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' Twas not I, as I've no memories of this or of this gnome'

Gedilla nods.

Gedilla says 'You know how to hire such services.'

who

[ Hydra ] Gedilla the Bladed Avatar

[ Elf ] Deimos Diemos the Magical Creation, One of Many

[ Elf ] Inslo Meddleton the Archmage

[ Dwarf ] [WATCHER] (WANTED) Groklin Saltbeard the Knight of Fury

[ Gnome Inv] Myria the Creator of the Arcane

[ Ogre ] Dimbrik the Titan

[ Elf ] [KNIGHT] Sir Arthryn Erith the Good Samaritan

[ Thorn ] [WATCHER] Zygnar Tr'kat the Grand Sage of Keigan

[52 Human AVA] [iMM] Morlhach the Ethereal Breaker, Liberator of Souls

[ Half ] [WARMASTER] Enelrem the Doomblade

Players matched: 10

There are 10 characters on, the most on since startup was 25.

Deimos scratches his head. 'Would I?

Deimos attempts to search his memories.

Gedilla says 'If it is something dead you wish, seek the dusty shop in Val Miran.'

Myria says 'There you have it'

Myria says 'Problem solved, Deimos'

Gedilla nods with all three of its heads.

Myria says 'Simply put some coin on the head of Deemos, Thermos, and Diemos.'

Gedilla agrees absolutely.

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' that would be a solution.'

Gedilla says 'Easy enough.'

Gedilla licks his mouth and smiles.

Gedilla draws his weapon.

Gedilla wields a Fire Lance and holds it low.

Myria says 'I have a more elaborate solution, but I have to appreciate practicality.'

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' yet these imitations can be quite elusive.

Myria says 'The simplest means is often the most relevant'

Gedilla says 'Nothing is eluded if its throat is severed.'

Gedilla says 'It is the laboratory's keeper you seek dead Deimos?'

Myria says 'Interesting proposal'

As one of the missing clones, Deimos says. ' Perhaps so. Yet these creations are vile. Capable of evil I cannot even think.

Gedilla says 'I know much of Deimos. Or what once was Deimos.'

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' the keeper, whom calls himself 'The Creator'...

Gedilla says 'Im sure, I am capable of much greater evils.'

Myria says 'Perhaps we should destroy the whole lot of them. This experiment seems to have gotten out of hand'

Gedilla says 'A grand idea.'

Gedilla says 'you gnomes are versed in weapons of mass destruction'

Gedilla says 'Perhaps you could tinker about and find something of use.'

Gedilla's charge attack *** OBLITERATES *** a female faerie!

A female faerie is DEAD!!

You hear a female faerie's death cry.

Gedilla gets 15 gold coins from the corpse of a female faerie.

Gedilla sacrifices the corpse of a female faerie in the name of Chance.

Deimos folds his arms across his chest. 'I have no faith in such means.

Deimos says in a soft voice. ' For as long as this body allows me to live, I wish no part in it.

Myria says 'As you know I have made some lucrative investments, gold is no issue.'

Gedilla says 'Perhaps then you should stir up the collection and finalize the contractual obligations.'

Deimos looks upon Gedilla in question. 'Why would I depend on my Creator for anything when I have the means in my own power?

Deimos thinks deeply. 'I shall consider this Myria...Gedilla.

Gedilla says 'Most questions what is behind the beyond, But few even know what beyond their behind.'

Myria dazzles Gedilla with her crazy smile.

Myria says 'I could not have said it better'

Deimos bows before Gedilla.

Gedilla agrees absolutely.

Myria says 'Thank you once more'

Myria says 'My people will get with your people, when I have more people. All I have is an elf right now, Agrinar, whom is decidedly unhelpful in all aspects'

Gedilla says 'Make your decision, and I shall execute the rest.'

Gedilla raises his heads and screams with a brutal sound!

Gedilla rides up.

Deimos seems lost in thought.

As the adventurers leave the valley, soon the only sound that can be heard is the soft hissing of the spring carrying Fae leaves down the mountain.