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[Stran Tannish]

((OOC: Any character who has ever allowed a magical or mental connection with Stran for the purposes of communication actually sees this entire scene in their mind.))

Stran Tannish takes a much needed respite from the recent battles in the Magik Grove. He sits on a log in front of the mystical bonfire in the center of the clearing, his family and friends getting their rest inside the buildings; with the exception of the grey render, who keeps watch behind the archmage. The Godot rests one hand on his spellbook, which in turn rests on his thigh, then bows his head with eyes closed and mutters a string of arcane syllables over and over, concentrating through repetition of the powerful words. An invisible feeling of power emanates from the archmage as he continues to repeat the magical phrases.

He opens his eyes and looks down at himself, his astral form fully separated from his body and floating overhead. Stran looks out over the Grove and sees the beautiful patterns of arcane magic that he has weaved throughout his domain; but also, he sees the dark energies created by the demons with all of their aggressive actions of late. As he remembers all of the tiring confrontations, his mind also recalls his responsibility to the Nexus as a whole, drawing strong parallels between containing the demons in his own domain and continuing to contain the ghost rock in its ritually created prison.

The mage sends his astrally projected consciousness out of his domain at the speed of thought, and travels all the way to that aforementioned prison, the cage constructed of bones with the swirling vapors and debris of ghost rock inside. With his increased mystical senses Stran also sees the aura of corruption, a sickly green glow, surrounding the cage. "What in the Abyss am I missing? What pieces do I still need to figure out for this ritual? I'm quickly running out of time, and so many are counting on me. I've searched everywhere I could possibly think to look, and still my formulas are incomplete. WHY?!" He throws his head back and shouts to the sky, indeed to the very Nexus itself.

Then, something catches his astral eye. He reaches out and grabs hold of the small bit of mystical energy. When he pulls it close, his senses reveal to him what it is: a piece to a ritual formula. The Godot absorbs it into his consciousness, but since it's only a fragment it makes no sense to him. Then he realizes there are more of them, floating around the ritual site. He flies around, gathering each in turn, putting them together in his mind. Even incomplete, it's clear to Stran that this is a containment ritual. In fact, it is a much better and more advanced version of the ritual he's been trying to develop. There are still a bunch of holes in the formula, and no more fragments floating in the astral space around the bone cage.

"Of course, it wouldn't be so simple as all that. It's obvious I have to figure out the rest of it on my own. So that's exactly what I'm going to do." With but a thought, the archmage puts the ritual into action. He taps into his very considerable inner magical power, weaving the energy around the cage, speaking the mystical words in a powerful cadence, floating throughout the area and directing his astral form in the proper movements. His words and motions pick up in rhythm and the energy builds in the area, until he hangs suspended horizontally directly over the cage and directs the final pulse of magic through the ritual and into the bone construct.

The sickly glow around the cage recedes inside, and Stran watches eagerly for a few moments. "I did it...I finally figured it out. It's over." Then his eyes go wide as the glow returns, and gets stronger, throbbing outward with each passing moment, until the entire area is bathed in the green aura. "No, I made a mistake! I couldn't have, but I did! NO!" The Godot projects more power at the cage, but is met by a powerful opposing force; then he screams as the cage blows apart and the concentrated vortex of ghost rock energies explodes outward, engulfing his astral form and invading it, absorbing into his essence and consciousness, and forcing him back across the Nexal miles...

...Stran's eyes, his real eyes, fly open and glow a brilliant gold; but only for a moment before the shine is replaced by a heavy darkness which pulses from his body once, then flares in a black shockwave that encompasses the entirety of the Magik Grove. When the wave passes, a sickly green light illuminates the clearing and its sole resident. The mage looks up at the bonfire, which now burns with a green flame. He looks behind him, and sees empty space where his home and training house used to be. Stran flings his arms out wide and throws his head back to let loose a primal scream, amplified by his magic, that echoes from the Grove and out to Nexus Proper.

And under that scream can be heard the cackle of demonic laughter.

[Jon Stone]

OCC: oh oh oh i want in!!!!  D, enjoy this, feel free to hit me at Lagosicon

Jon Stone frantically gasped for air, his hands pressed against the center of his chest like a dying man trying to keep blood from gushing from an opened wound.  The world spun as he crashed to the floor of Gunsmoke.  As he fought the blackness threatening to envelope him he searched every corner of his shattering mind to find the answer he knew he had, but time was short and the pain was immense.  The strain of trying to hold back the corruption, to keep The Worm under his command, was draining his last reserves of energy.  Jon knew he was going to die.  With a final breath he readies himself, partitioning the core of his mind away to protect it from what he knew was coming, he exhales slowly and relaxes his control on The Poison within him.   

Time seems to stretch on into eternity as the wave of Blue hot pain cascades through his being.  His body erupts with blue crystalline protrusions, the PED implanted in his chest explodes and with a flash a burst of pure Phazon Energy.  Expanding out with a speed to match its malice, the energy sweeps across the Domain searching for its lost twin.  It had been here, The Worm could feel it, this place still wreaked of the energy it had just sensed, but this was not its twin's home anymore.  Hitting the edge of the Domain the energy wave collapses back in on itself, back to the broken body that imprisoned it.

Some time later Jon Stone gains consciousness.  Laying a pool of sweat and liquid Phazon his body aches, but the crystal growths had vanished, leaving nothing but tatter clothes to prove they ever were at all.  Jon had expected to die, what had actually transpired was so much worse.  Through the fraction of his consciousness that linked him and the Phazon in perpetual war, he had traveled out with the energy wave.  It traveled with a purpose, something had caught its attention, an energy just like The Worm.  It had to find it, it had to meet its lost twin.  Jon knew what happened the second he let go and let the pain fade. Somewhere in the Nexus Ghostrock had called out, and Phazon wanted to answer.  Jon shuttered at the thought, a tremor from possibilities more heinous than he cared to imagine.  He was just glad he had managed to keep it from escaping the bounds of Gunsmoke.

Rising to his feet Jon looks around the small and plain room. His gaze settles on the pile of books strewn across the only table in the room.  Scanning the tomes his eyes finally settle on the one that most occupied his time, Lovious' dissertation on Nexul Metaphysics.  Time was running shorter than he ever could have imagined and there was still much to learn before he's ready.  "Nothing's ever easy," he sighs.  He closes his eyes and breaths slowly, the pool of liquid Phazon at his feet slowly absorbed back into Jon, leaving the floor where it had been twisted and deformed.  With the last drops gone Jon opens his eyes, a bright blue radiates out from under a heavy brow, and then slowly fades.  "At least I've learned how to contain it with my MR Node," he thinks.

And somewhere deep in the back on Jon's mind he thinks he hears a whisper,"Of course you have, hehehe."