12th July 2012
18:06 GMT -3
It is quiet, when I fly like this.
12th July 2012
17:06 GMT -4
I have been told by the scholars of this era that it is because I am flying faster than the sound my flight generates.
12th July 2012
16:06 GMT -5
It is almost poetic. I questioned them as to why I could see myself, and they told me that light is far faster than sound.
12th July 2012
15:06 GMT -6
I had suspected, but it was still pleasant that the people of this era could measure such things; that the understanding is so widespread that it is common knowledge.
A world of scholars. A pleasing idea.
12th July 2012
14:06 GMT -7
Lord Atum, grant me the power to strike down my enemies.
12th July 2012
13:06 GMT -8
My fists strike what even to my eyes appears to be empty air, shards of colour, pressure and broken magics exploding away from the point of impact! For an instant the chaotic one is visible, surprise and
fear clear on his face. I reach to grasp him, but fast as thought he calls his magics about him and vanishes once more.
Frustrating.
I look down at the damage he has wrought to the home of my ally, the strange living head called 'Cranius'. The towers of his vassals and merchants are torn and broken, though fortunately the homes of his people appear mostly unharmed. There is a woman in dark clothing running across-. Ah, Grayven's champion Iname. It is still strange to see others moving when I move with Lord Aker's blessing. She is.. carrying a wounded person. Swift though she is, she has no particular skill in fighting evil magicians.
Still, that should have unmade any spells he had active over the area.
I feel-. The wizard-!? No. No, an altogether more pleasant sight. Circe and her apprentice Sunset Shimmer stepping slowly out of thin air. Their spell must be near-instant for me to be able to notice it.
Lord Zehuti, clear my mind. Reveal to me my enemy's magic.
I look around, trying to discern his location or where he may attack again. The style of the magic is somewhat familiar to me; the similarity to Queen Gamemnae's magic marks it unmistakably as Atlantean.
Old Atlantean. But why would an Atlantean attack Cranius's demesne? He does not threaten their territory, their people or their trade. Has he offended their gods, perhaps? That seems more likely. When I asked him about his gods he claimed to only acknowledge a
fertility goddess, and I do not think that he was being entirely serious.
But when I look beyond the traces of Atlantean magic, I see… I do not recognise it, but smaller amounts of magic almost everywhere that has been damaged. Did the Atlantean find his magic offensive, then?
I descend, pushing Lord Aker's blessing away far enough that I can meaningfully interact with people who move at normal speeds.
"Madam Circe. Madam Shimmer."
Circe smiles warmly, and I-. I find myself responding. She is an interesting woman.
"Teth Adom, have you won already? That would be most discourteous after we came all this way."
Sunset Shimmer looks around at the damage that the magician has wrought.
"Yeah, I don't think this is
over. Not unless you hit him so hard he just
exploded."
"I regret that I did not. My blow neutralised his magics, but he appeared to have prepared for such a thing occurring."
"By
punching-? No, that's not important right now. Grayven!"
Something approaches, and I draw upon Lord Aker's blessing in preparation for an attack. But no, it is just Iname, carrying a creature wearing an ill-fitting-.
"
Giovanni!"
Ill-fitting suit. I frown as Iname lays him on the ground and Sunset Shimmer rushes to examine him. Giovanni.. Zatara? The clothing matches, but the figure's lower legs are those of some manner of great insect and have torn through his trousers.
"Oh my." Circe regards him with concerned interest as Sunset Shimmer calls her magic to her. "I seldom used
insect transformation on my subjects. But the core principles of the metamorphosis should be the same. Anton Arcane
did study transformative magic as well as biomancy."
"
It's still going it's still going it's still going…"
Sunset Shimmer pulls his shirt apart with a strength I did not know that she possessed, revealing his bare chest-. It is still mostly human, though it is as if chitin were climbing up his flesh, covering his skin. A transformation curse, then. I have seen such things before.
"
Adom, can you..? Fix this? Punch him?"
"Sunset,
focus. Even if Adom could remove all of the magic used in this transformation, it's only-."
"Only partially magical, because Arcane used biotechnology and that wouldn't be affected. Yes, yes."
Sunset Shimmer is a brilliant and powerful young woman, but she is clearly unseasoned if she forgot herself like that.
"Adom, would you be a dear and check on Grayven? Sunset and I can handle this."
My pride
bridles at being dismissed in such a manner. But she is an ally, and she is not wrong. To remove such a curse requires speed and skill with magic that I lack, and with no visible enemy there is little I can do to help them.
"Mister Teth Adom?" Iname smiles brightly at me, her expression entirely at odds with our surroundings. Why is she happy? "Master is in the Uncorporation building."
'Master'? No, no, not a slave. A devoted servant. There are such among the people of Khandaq, who foolishly call me a god. I had never thought to give them power, but she is clearly dutiful in his service.
I nod, calling upon Lord Aker's blessings in full.
"Show me."
She
runs, and I run after her. I usually do not like to touch the ground, but if these are to be my peers in this new world, I can lower myself that much. The broken streets pass in less than the blink of a mortal eye, the slighted wall around Cranius's school an instant later. Inside the building Grayven is wrestling with a bizarre monster that looks like a giant mosquito, both locked in place as statues due to the difference in our speeds. The monster looks as though it could kill a great many mortal men, though I cannot see why one so strong as Grayven is having difficulty in slaying it.
I draw back my left fist-.
"No!"
Iname's hand is on my forearm. Such
impertinence! I am not some dog to be pulled up by their collar-!
"They were people before they were transformed! Most of them were soldiers!"
And at once my anger departs me. Of course. A king would hear of monsters and send soldiers, assuming that even if the monsters were stronger individually the cohort would still be able to slay them. But if the wounded soldiers were transformed, he would simply be increasing the threat. By the time someone contained them, the original monster would be the least of his concerns.
"How has Grayven commanded you to fight them?"
"Don't get infected. Every part of their body can transform you. Hit them into a boom tube and we can send them back to their cells."
I nod.
"Call upon the boom tubes. I am more resilient than you, and it would be best for us to resolve this
quickly."