Sep 29, 2022 5:01 AM
carissa meets a tyrant
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"We don't know what cast the Dimension Lock and presumably something like a Private Sanctum," the priest responds immediately, still kneeling. "Other than that, it's what you'd expect - couple of vrolikai  that took down the strike teams, a bunch of nabasus and zombies in its wake, some vrocks that landed once they had the smoke for cover, a nalfeshnee that smashed the outer walls in once we had to pull back from them, and then plenty of babaus for cannon fodder."

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Carissa briefly entertains an intense desire to sit here in the bottom of the pit where no demons and no scary devils she just sold herself to are, but then she gets over it because she's not actually a child. She wants her devil to think she is useful and worth keeping alive and worth keeping intact after death. He healed her injuries so she could be useful. She will climb out of the pit. 

 

 

This is kind of difficult but she is not going to annoy her devil by needing help. She will just brace herself against one side and pull herself up.

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He can make some spiral stairs form out of the rim of the pit, actually.

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"Anything with mental powers worth discussing?" he says, sounding like this is merely a petty side-note to his supremely self-confidence.

 

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Okay? She'll climb the stairs and then kneel at the top???? She didn't even see how he did that. Does he have Stone Shape at will. Carissa wants to be that when she grows up. 

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"Both of the vrolikai have used their ability to bind and paralyze all who witness them, assuming it's right that they can do that only once without rest, and assuming they haven't called in further reinforcements. I...would hesitate to guess at the capabilities of whatever trapped us here." He cringes as if expecting to definitely be lit on fire for that. 

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He will be lit on fire for that but it beats being wrong. 

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Sandy doesn't know he's supposed to set anyone on fire!

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"Understood," he says, in a 'that should be interesting' sense.

He pauses for effect.

"Will we need the fort intact?"

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The trembling priest blinks at him. "I, uh, don't see how we'd...defend the position without a fort? My lord?"

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"Understood." He shrugs. "If you have spells to support me, you may as well cast them. If not..." he grins. "I expect I can manage."

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There is an awed silence. 

 

(They're all out of spells.)

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What the fuck did she summon.

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Then the next step is for him to stroll calmly over to the door (they may watch his steps suddenly accelerate halfway through) and Angel it open.

(By transmuting extremely tiny amounts of air adjacent to the bars into extremely compressed high explosive shaped charges, producing an explosion that forces the bars back,  its closed lock into an open lock, then transmuting only slightly greater amounts of the air adjacent to the door on the other side into highly compressed high explosives, which immediately detonate with enough force to slam the doors open) -

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... Because what Sandy is doing while he walks is messing with his biology.

He was, in life, an engineer. He built things, to the limits of his materials, which he carefully studied and understood. Any foundation could only support so much force, any bridge bear only a finite load, and engineers scrawled 'unobtanium' when no material on Earth could bear the force they needed.

Sandy's entire body is made of unobtanium.

Whatever other material it is made of, it is also made of unobtanium.

Because angel biology is goddamn nonsense.

Sandy's body does not exactly look very much like a human body under the skin, any more, and when he floods his brain with a chemical cocktail that bolsters his focus and reaction speed and cuts his need for sleep, his brain can even manage to keep up with it.

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...what effect, then, will a large number of slavering beasts with claws clawing and spearing him, and some more sophisticated beasts casting spells designed to drain his life-energy, have on him?

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That would be 'none', since he can turn them into air and/or TnT (mixture calculated so as not to break his hosts' castle) about as fast as he can look at them! Draining his life energy makes him feel slightly woozy, but he doesn't actually get worse than 'slightly woozy' what with being a daeva and also he is on SO MANY DRUGS.

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In that case they will be fleeing in very short order!

 

 

The black smoke is even thicker, here, but as it clears it's evident this is a proper old-fashioned defensive castle, with bodies both human and distinctly inhuman strewn all around the battlements.

 

 

The castle is surrounded by.....empty, featureless tundra, except over there, where there's a blue forcefield that stretches across the entire horizon. It's partially transparent and on the other side is more empty, featureless tundra. 

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       "What did you summon?"

 

"I don't know, High Priest, I was slowly dying of the cave air! It evidently serves Asmodeus, whatever it is!"

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Right! Well, he can continue clearing the black smoke, heal anyone who needs healing, and disintegrate inhuman slavering monsters, no problem.

After that, he's going to calmly stroll back to where the people were so he can eavesdrop figure out a little more of what's going on.

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The people are in uniform, or at least appear to have been in uniform at the start of the day; some of them are Prestidigitating themselves clean, now that all the demons have been????? exploded????? by the devil???? or possibly not a devil?????? 

Bastrade says he'd in fact assumed Carissa'd somehow summoned an eldritch god of some kind, except for how those really don't go in for looking like terrifying humanoids. 

 

They're sorting the bodies by whether they're Raiseable and worth Raising, and dragging the ones that aren't over to be burned. 

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Oh hi probably not an eldritch god. Carissa should definitely not look scared of him, it's very rarely a good idea to look scared of people.

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Is that better? No, she's pretty sure that's worse. 

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So, known things magic can do (as he tells the ridiculous flood of drugs to leave his system):

- Long-distance communication.

- Summoning things less scary than daeva.

- Cleaning yourself up.

- Mass paralysis.

- Raising dead as unintelligent zombies?

- Blocking long-distance communication and summoning.

And known details of this fantasy setting:

- Vaguely medieval tech.

- Some people who can cast spells, and they can run out of spells.

- Demons attack places and there's a fortress line against them.

- The side that summoned him has SUPER EVIL aesthetics, even if slightly less SUPER EVIL than the demons.

 

And the next question: How long, exactly, can he keep this nonsense going?

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