Viele Erinnerungen (IX)
Without delay, a large misshapen arm reaches to pull itself through the miasma to reveal the desiccated remnants of Evoroth. Quickly climbing out, the oozing reformed husk of a body utters a guttural proclamation to the party gathered across the way “No matter through which form you manifest, or what magics you theft, your aims will be reduced to nothing! You will still forever fall prey to your own frail psyche.”
“Tell that to them.”
Babaji gestures to his friends below and once more conducts spellwork to this time imbue them with this new power. “My saviors, my three witnesses: Babaji is with you now” as each of the three heroes are surrounded by and infused with a starfall aura of cosmic might.
The battle is joined once again as the three charge to meet the scores of remaining void forces before them. This time, the arena of emptiness is filled with falling stars cascading across the clash as if a torrential rain of light. The army opposed is cleared more fully by each forward footfall. With their concluding techniques, the three carve on final path to the unsightly void manifestation of the enemy commander. Melki throws her shield to dislodge the frontal remaining targets, Sigmandis surges with lightning infused might to cleave them. As the total diminishment of the void threat had reached its capstone moment, Tamarins charges from behind Sigmandis to directly come into facing with Evoroth ahead of the group.
Babaji descends from on high to join his brother a ways beneath the gaping maw of the now-creature. An instinctual glance between them, Tamarins presents his blade as Babaji runs his hand above the weapon, consecrating it with the same boundless cosmic radiance brought to bear earlier from his new being. As Baba had become something more, so too did this blade once known as Quel’serrar.
Without a moment’s pause, Evoroth seizes the opportunity presented by the brothers’ proximity to him to devour them both whole – his mouth encompassing the entire space around them and both disappear into the bite.
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Truly astute, for what is the truest state apart no one?
Viele Erinnerungen (X)
In the dawning of contemplative relief with his victory setting in, a light begins to protrude from Evoroth’s mutated upper back. The shimmering ray of light immediately threads diagonal as a slice through his entire width. Every bit of darkened, misshapen essence that was Evoroth simply dissipates in an explosive flash of blue-white lunar luster. All that becomes visible through the fractaled dispersion of astral essence unleashed are the two elves who had ostensibly been consumed by the monstrosity. Yet, with a strike of the newly-imbued weapon, Bhaimastra, the old rival turned-void-entity they had faced simply ceased to be.
As the prospect of calm began to bloom with certainty, Tamarins and both other witnesses looked upon the back of the one who had appeared to end this engagement: their old friend Babaji. His hair began losing the radiant white hue and returned to its familiar blue. The void realm they were in rapidly makes unmanifest and Tanaris surrounds them as reality bends back into place.
Baba turns to his favored ones, and a new chapter is ready to begin.
The only intelligence utilized in the recounting of this tale was one both cosmic and very human. Never artificial.
Entropy Ultra:
1 : Embodiment of your part, your hand in fate committed so fully to the point of zero, transcending it.
go ahead and mind ya business brother, this isn’t for you
Tanaris, After
Quiet reigned in the desert. The four stood together as if the void realm had been nothing more than a mirage, yet each carried the unmistakable weight of knowing otherwise.
It was Baba who broke the silence. “No explanation is warranted. You felt what you witnessed. That is enough.” Looking at each of them in turn, the way someone looks at something they almost lost. “The power that was invoked did not come from me, nor did I grasp it. I surrendered to it, that is all.”
A pause of allowance for those words to settle.
“Even as I stand here among you, my being is yet untethered. We can remedy that with ritual, at a place I have in mind: a world tree anchored in new beginning. When next we convene, we should make for there together. All of you. In that place of sentiment, amidst those roots, our fates will be woven back into one thread. Your destinies, Azeroth’s, and mine, inseparable once more. I will need you there when it is time.” His gaze settled on Tamarins. “Hold me to that.”
Tamarins met his eyes without hesitation. “It will happen. You have my word.”
The desert wind carried Baba’s voice when he again spoke. “The approaching age will ask more of this world than any before it. Reality is reorganizing itself around the truth that our nation’s on the move, I can feel it. And separately, there are truths She has uncovered that I intend to witness for myself.”
He faced them one last time. “I did not know how much I had missed you. I know it now. That is worth more to me than you understand. Do not let it diminish while I am gone.”
Setting toward the horizon, the sands took him as he walked.