Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Westeria City: Little Shintenchi

Tiko

Tiko

Draconic Administrator/Mentor
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as written by Tiko

It was late morning when calamity struck Little Shintenchi, and the streets were already packed with people - both locals going about their daily routines, and tourists visiting the street-side shops. The shadow that swept past overhead didn't immediately raise alarm, given the substantial abundance of flying creatures within the Midlands. The occasional dragon passing overhead was nothing out of the ordinary.

A few instinctively glanced upwards though, and some caught notice of trails of flame as the dragon vanished from view behind the taller buildings of the city.

It was enough to give pause as a few people murmured among themselves.

Their curiosity quickly turned to shock as a flaming ball of fire descended upon a small shop in their midst. The ball blasted through the roofing to leave a gaping hole as flames began to catch rapidly. Some people cleared the streets, or sought shelter inside some of the shops nearby, but this was Westeria City. Many were quick to recover as shouts went out to bring water.

The speed at which the bystanders mobilized to begin a concerted effort to fight the growing flames spoke of a people that had long been harassed by such ills. It would take more than a rampaging dragon to throw them into hysterics.
 
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as written by Emperor Jester

Dorik was asleep. Perhaps that was incorrect. The cultist was in a state of revelry, the flame a sign from his beloved Mammonoth that it was time to begin. Gather follows, acquire loyalty and souls, bloodoaths, sacrifices, this was the point of origin for events to come. He watched this all from his homely little room on the ground floor. His living conditions were small, but lavish. What little he had was of immense worth, both gifted and protected by his fel lord. It was all he could ask for, for now. After all, greed was the mandate of his following.

Dressing in his finest vestments, luxurious cloth of silver with fine cyan and golden filigree and authentic Shintenchi silk. In all of this, Dorik appeared to the public, smiling happily and helping with the protection of the town, the extinguishing of fires. Many people questioned him about why'd he dress as such for dirty, dangerous, ruinous work. He would only smile his perfect smile, and assure them that clothes were of no consequence, when it came to the guardianship of what he called home.

Despite the fact that he was pure Terran, blood and soul...
 
as written by Tiko

As Sun and Talys exited the Ming Dojo and joined the others out on the street, the skies overhead darkened beneath rolling clouds and distant flashes of lightning that seemed to emanate from within their depths.

With a final flash of lightning, the skies split open in a torrential downpour of such intensity that one could scarcely see more than a few feet in front of them as sheets of water pounded upon the pavement.

The storm had come on with an unnatural swiftness but still the flames burned on, rising higher and higher as if they had a life of their own that would not be so easily doused.

As a support beam fell, taking a corner of the building down with it, embers and flickers of flame were already taking light on the roof off the nearby building.

Buckets of water passed from person to person as they sought to combat the flames by hand until the fire-trucks could arrive.
 
as written by Script and Alara

Talys took only a few moments to assess the spread of the fire before he moved into action. As the rain began to pour around them, it sizzled against his skin as small sparks of flame began to dance around him. He sprinted to the line of buckets, before jumping and kicking off the wall of a building to sail straight over them and toward where the blaze had begun to lick at a second building.

As he did so, he brought his arms across in a graceful sweeping motion, catching the flames up in his control and drawing them away from the building and towards him. They trailed after him as he landed, flowing smoothly into a twirl that in turn flowed into the beginning of a dance. With every movement, he began to draw more and more of the fire away from the buildings and towards him.

All seemed to be going well, until Talys started to realize something was very wrong. The fire grew violent with a life of its own, coiling and lashing out against his control. What should have been a graceful dance, became a tempest storm of angry arcs and flares.

His heartbeat quickened, the tempo of the dance rising in tandem as he fought to tame the blaze. This was no ordinary fire. Where at the heart of true flames burned the heat of passion and life, these burned with hatred. They fought against him, transforming a moment of unity into a contest of wills. Though to onlookers unfamiliar with his firedancing, there was little to betray the struggle, those who had witnessed it before may have noted the unusual movements of the flame. In an effort to reassert control, he ceased drawing on more flames from the buildings and intensified his focus on those which already spun around him.

Once more the flames seemed to have a mind of their own. Though he ceased drawing more in, they continued to come none-the-less. Warring against the one who sought to tame them, the coils of fire spinning around Talys turned into a flaming inferno that bore down upon him. The torrent of fire sapped the oxygen from the air around him and licked hungrily at his skin with almost finger like tendrils that were struggling to overwhelm his control so as to immolate him.

Though he danced on for several seconds longer, his speed increasing with every step till he became a blur of motion, Talys quickly came to the conclusion that he was fighting a losing battle. This was not a fire that could be tamed through a gentle hand. He had learned to dance with fire by allowing it to flow with him - to embrace, and guide it. To fight it for dominance was to be consumed. This fire, as he was rapidly learning, refused to be guided.

Maintaining his dance in this way as the very oxygen around him was consumed would only lead to the fire devouring him as soon as he missed a step. He would have to play by its rules.

On the next beat of motion, his form changed. Flowing movements became rushes of motion as he thrust an arm up and around towards the sky. The next step led into a kick, and another, as the dance became more like a battle against an invisible foe. He focused his will on seizing the fire and forcing it upwards and away. In that instant, the flames collapsed inwards towards him in an angry rush, obscuring him entirely from view in a roaring cocoon. Another breath and it would devour him. Every ounce of his willpower went into a final upwards thrust of his palm, and the flames all but exploded up in a towering conflagration. The infernal fire licked at his flesh hungrily, but he forced it away to scatter in the storm.

When the smoke cleared, Talys was left on his knees, gasping for air. Harsh red patches on his skin, and portions of burned-away clothes marked the closeness of the battle that many of the bystanders would likely be entirely unaware of.

And still the inferno continued. Despite his efforts, he had barely dented the blaze that sought to consume the neighbourhood. He cursed under his breath as the raindrops stung his burns and matted his hair to his face. His heartbeat continued to thump rapidly in his chest as it dawned on him just how close he'd come to death. It was a mistake he wasn't going to forget any time soon.
 
as written by Emperor Jester

A pillar, a flaming tower of Babel roared into the smoke filled sky somewhere ahead in his vision, along the east bank of the great blaze. Dorik's attention was had, fervent from the moment its eruption came into being. A portent, an omen, a sign? His lord said to watch for any and all things, for Mammonoth spoke in subtle and crafty ways, so fel was his cunning. The cleric would drop his designated bucket, life and structure saving water sizzling against the hot asphalt around him. And he began to walk away, no longer caring to feign an interest for his neighbor's well-beings.

He knew naught of Talys, of his injuries or struggles against the loathsome flame, and he ignored the gasps and darting hands that pulled at him when we walked into the fire. A word of suppression floored the one man who physically tried to pull him back, the already unfortunate store and home owner a broken heap of whimpering and pain, wracked by dark energies which pulled at his soul. No one heard the words, and those around assumed only it was a heart attack, an ill-timed medical emergency in the wake of stress and adrenaline.

Still, Dorik only continued, the flames licking at his face and clothes, his exposed skin, the fine silk around him, and with a blessing of his savior, the burning embers of malice singed not a hair, or a stray fabric, did not boil or burn the skin, did not ignite the air in his lungs even as he breathed deep the cloying fires.

He'd make a beeline east, hoping to fine the source of control over the flames. Though they raged on and spread even further, he knew he'd find a champion for his attempt. A master of flames would be highly sought for, after all.
 
as written by Lobos

Relief and pain both flickered through the Butcher's mind as his headlong flight finished weaving through the city, a final push sending him sailing low over the roofs of Little Shintenchi. The blaze of his form was settling again to the raging hue of an inferno, as he scuttled low, keeping low enough that strikes against him were bound to hammer into the extremely dense press of civilians that populated the buildings below. Slowing his pace slightly to shift his energies around, he used the threat of unspeakable collateral damage to prepare for the final stretch of his escape.

From below, his fiery form would look as a harbinger of the end, a fell god of flame and smoke.
 
as written by Script

Talys had only just pulled himself to his feet when he was buffeted by a down-draft of heated air. He stared upwards in shock at Butcher's form as it shot by overhead, his singed and tattered clothing fluttering in the gust that followed. "Spirits..." he murmured breathlessly, watching the dragon soar away as a smaller figure followed on with a scream of jets.

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Aiedail remained in hot pursuit of Butcher, her sensors quickly identifying his passage close to the gathered crowds below. She altered her flight path, lowering herself to ensure that she remained as close to directly between Butcher and the civilians of possible in anticipation of him attempting a fly-by. "Positioning to protect civilians from any potential assault! Due to the population density of this area I advise holding fire until the target is clear!" she transmitted to the TAF forces.
 
as written by Temple

Aeson left the Tea shop without tea and any real conversation with the owner, the violence outside was calling to him. His entrance into the Asian style district was met with an uproar as he exited. The fact that not only was this part of the city on fire and in chaos but there seemed to be some sort of fire entity darting about the sky overhead.

"This is already turning into a glorious visit." He muttered to himself, making his way down the street.

Many people seemed injured and there was quite a bit of damage to the buildings. Aeson stopped momentarily to help one store where the entrance was ablaze and covered by a fallen support beam. He did not need to attune to either of his powers as the beam coated in ice and was slipped across the ground away from the entrance freeing the trapped few. Then came the back draft of heat which knocked the hood from his face and breaking the weave of magic that concealed it. Now he stood bare face, long celestial white hair and eyes exposed to those around him. At this point he happened to be close to another man that had recently stood up from being knocked down only to be met with hot air.

"Well isn't this a pain." Aeson muttered out loud partly towards Talys and anyone else in the general area. With his identity now open for all to see he switched back to the light armored set of white robes he so commonly wore. One arm and side of the chest was bared with the other side featuring a long sleeve that billowed at the end. An armored shoulder guard and chest piece were securely strapped in place.
 
as written by Tiko

It was Sun who reached Talys' side first, helping him to his feet as she brought her other arm up to shield her face from the heat and embers of Butcher's passing. More fires lined the street in his wake as his passing left the rooftops alight overhead.

"Are you alright? We need to get these people out of here!" she yelled over the chaos.

The organized efforts to put out the flames were beginning to unravel as the fires grew more rampant and out of control. Not even the rains could seem to stem their spread and the whole street had taken on an angry red hue.
 
as written by Emperor Jester

As the flames swirled around Sun and Talys, a man in glistened white robes lined with gold and silver strolled forth from the heart of the inferno, not a single fabric singed, nor a hair burnt, a single drop of sweat not to be found on his fine features. His eyes fixed upwards towards the demonic presence soaring over head, faithful desire bringing a fiendish light to his otherwise calm features.

Whether it be soundless words, or the roar of the flames overpowering his speech, Dorik would raise a hand towards the pair, eyes glinting once before a pale, golden shield of energy dropped over their bodies, a soft half bubble, non-restricting and shimmering like a field of stars. The immense heat surrounding them would fade inside the half sphere, clothes would be mended, energizing power filling their bodies, healing and protecting them from the hellish fires around them. The man of fel faith would smile at the two of them, kind and warm, before once more turning his eyes to the burning skies.
 
as written by Saarai

An object fell from the sky, crashing down in front of a weakening structure. When the dust cleared, the object was revealed as a person wearing a black jumpsuit and orange armor. Their face was concealed by a gas mask, but some of the people of Westeria would recognize who had just arrived.

The mysterious person shot into the building quickly, pulling flames along with them as they moved. Moments later they were speeding back out onto the street, civilians clinging to their body.

The best description for this person was to call them a real life superhero as they ran back into the building in search of more survivors.
 
as written by Script

"I'm okay," Talys replied somewhat breathlessly, voice croaking somewhat as he raised it, "This fire isn't ... normal fire. It's something darker."

As he spoke, he felt a strange sensation wash over him as golden light appeared around them, twinkling. He blinked in surprise, casting his eyes around for the source as the light invigorated him, his burns and fatigue fading rapidly. He rose to his feet with renewed health, offering Dorik a returned smile and a bowed head.

"Thank you!" he called, glancing from him to Aeson. It was good to see people stepping up to help where he had failed. As if on cue, another figure dropped down from the sky and rushed into the blaze.

Talys looked to Sun, nodding his head in response to her earlier statement. "You're right. Buckets of water won't help here, it's better if we evacuate them."

He turned towards the crowd, running closer to yell over the din. "Move back! The flames are too much! Help will come, but if you stay so close, you're only putting your lives in danger!"

Some of the crowd seemed to hear him and move back, but others didn't make out his words over the din - or did, but chose to ignore him, determined to save their homes and shops from the fire.
 
as written by Temple

"I don't think I will ever understand these humans. What is the point of saving material possessions from destruction if you become destroyed in the process?" Aeson looked more annoyed at that fact then sad as he followed the other man.

The demi god acted however he did not know if anything he had would work on this magical fire. He had been able to put out various magical creatures in the past but the majority of them still relied on oxygen as a fuel source from their flames. This could be completely different of akin to the Divine White Flames which was and was not a fire. His first action was drawing the luminescent Seal of Phul and then another similiar Seal of Gabriel next to it in mid air. The first first seal he smashed with the palm of his hand, when the seal smashed the air around Aeson become cooler as if a mist hung about him. Now with him being attuned to water he broke the Seal of Gabriel.

Low hanging clouds of celestial white quickly formed over various parts of the fire. They hung much lower then any other clouds around and appeared even more so different. Aeson watched as they formed knowing they would be easy to interrupt in their formation but once formed they would be so easily done away with.
 
as written by Tiko

The raging storm overhead that was already unloading a torrential downpour upon the streets of Westeria City was in itself divine in origins, and Aeson's own actions would be met with much the same result as the rains before his own. The fires were tempered, and their spread subdued to a more manageable rate, but it would take more than celestial rains to tame the inferno.

The storm that had gathered before Aeson's arrival was already such that one could scarcely see more than a few feet through the heavy sheets of rain that fell from the heavens above, and yet the fires burned on. Rooftops lining either side of the street were rapidly catching flame from the embers that had been scattered across them in the wake of the dragon's passing

As the beast winged onward and vanished from view in its departure from the city, the citizens of Westeria were left to combat the spread inferno. As the less able were clearing the street, those more superhuman in nature were fast stepping forward to take their place in an effort to combat the fires on a supernatural level.

Aeson's efforts were matched by elementalists and mages who joined in the battle to salvage their homes and shops.
 
as written by Script

It wasn't long after Butcher's passing that Ari arrived in Little Shintenchi, tailed by what appeared to be a towering wave of water, somehow continuously flowing without breaking on the ground below. Closer inspection would reveal the vague features of eyes and a mouth in the wave - for the wave was in fact a water elemental, conjured by one of his allies in the Vanguard and entrusted to his instruction.

The platinum blonde teen came to a halt in the street beside the blaze, pointing a finger at it, "Put that fire out!" he instructed. In response, the elemental surged forwards, conjuring jets of high-pressure water from its arms to spray at the flames with easily twice the intensity and spread of an average fire-hose. Its efforts joined those of the other spellcasters and Aeson, alongside the downpour. By their combined efforts, it seemed that they were beginning to beat the flames back.

Ari himself stood in the street watching the elemental work, rain-water dripping from his soaked-through hoodie, and sighed. He wished there was more he could do, but aside from taking up a bucket, he had no real means of combating the blaze. He'd have to settle for directing the elemental to high priority locations.

While continuing to get really goddamn wet. If there was one thing divine rains were good at, it was getting you really goddamn wet. Literally, goddamn.

With a sigh, Ari paced moodily after the elemental. And dripped.
 
as written by Emperor Jester

They were all destroying an essence of his Lord, diminishing his impact on the world. But something told Dorik that this was not the day to ruin his guise, all his hard work to blend in. With a twitching grimace that the cleric somehow managed to turn into a smile, he began to concentrate, pouring profane energies into his spiritual willpower, all of his resolve, contempt, irritation, greed and faith into a single thought; preserving the flames within in his own body, for further destructive force at a later date. They were sent as a gift from Mammonoth, to his most loyal mortal subject. Even if the flames themselves thought against it.

Raising a single hand, scrunched into a claw-like grasp, those attuned to the spirit would would see scintillating black tendrils pouring into the fire, seeming to drain it of its fury. The flames around them, he and the two at his back, seemed to recede and lose much of their earlier momentum. It almost looked as if Dorik was engulfed himself in an eerie pale orange glow, though that could've been a trick of the light, the dancing flames and shadow, some kind of optical illusion.

However, the acolyte felt something...off. The fire began to pull back. Pulling at his own life force. And before he knew it, the flames were beginning to win. He tried to pull back his ethereal tentacles, but the flames at latched on. They'd be toyed with and would not forget this offense. For the first time, Dorik felt afraid of the fires around him, and his magic faltered. For a second. Before he remembered he still had a mission, a holy calling, to spread the will of Mammonoth to any and all those without Him. With a wrenching gesture and a bark of power, the white-robbed man stumbled backwards, almost losing his footing. His heart beating rapidly in his chest, painfully, his vision blurry with dizziness and sweat. But he was free. And a power now his that he wouldn't have ever dared hope for. Dorik smiled before collapsing onto one knee, a nearly thirty yard diameter semi circle cut into the inferno, the flames simply gone.
 
as written by Temple

Aeson still attuned to the seal of Phul lifted his now glowing hands to sign a large seal in the air taking intricate work of both his hands moving in unison. The seal seal was completed rather rapidly and hovered before Aeson nearly as tall as he was. With the glowing seal hovering he drew back sucking air into his lungs before blowing out a frosty breath that shattered the circle upon impact. A new being took form on the other side of the circle the arcane energy and the breath of frost whirling about to form a large humanoid frost golem.

The golem towered above Aeson in both size and height. With his new creation summoned, Aeson merely had to point at the fires as the golem went to work sending out his own frosty winds and hail that licked the flames down. He stood by now recovering the energy he had spent as the ice golem took over the active role of quenching the flames.
 
as written by Script

It took time, but the combined efforts of the people working against the flames prevailed, and after about twenty minutes of battling the blaze, the worst of it was passed. A sense of relief was coming upon those assembled as the last few smouldering areas were tackled - but the blaze had taken its toll.

Almost an entire block of buildings had been caught in the inferno, reduced to ashen husks. The fire had gutted their interiors and left much of their outer structure in risk of collapse.

Ari didn't linger. Once the blaze began to die down, he caught up with his elemental and beckoned to it. "Come on, follow me. There's more fires further into the city to deal with."

Not waiting to acknowledge any of the thankful citizens or other impromptu firefighters, he and the elemental sped off back towards the city.
 
as written by Saarai

The mysterious figure sped back out to the street, dropping off a few more people to safety. They cocked their head to the side, seemingly listening to something only they could hear.

In an instant they shot off into the air, their jump had an arc to it taking them towards the the Aschen side of town. The superhero was clearly trying to be in many places at once.

They couldn't save everyone.
 
as written by Temple

Aeson too left the area as the celestial rains increased in their downpour sapping ambient magic from the air to fuel the need for more water to quench the fire magical fire of it's flames. Those that would get caught in the downpour would find their wounds healing fully and their energy being revitalized in order to keep up the rescue efforts. With his going he waved his hand dismissing the giant of ice as it broke apart and was absorbed into the clouds above that would continue to linger.
 
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