Tailon
Gryffindork
OoC: You know who you are
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Somewhere deep beneath the earth, a rumble began. It grew, and it grew, like music building, harsh, but melodic. High above the earth, the denizens of the underworld ended their revelry, forced away by the rising sun. As their music, ominous and dark, waned, the earth's rumble reached its crescendo.
From the Bald Mountain, defining feature of the tiny world called "Symphony of Sorcery", Destruction erupted. A spirit of lava and flame burst forth as its magical music gripped the world around it, shaping it into the Phoenix-like form of the Firebird.
The Firebird would rage across the planet for days before word reached a young man named Caesar.
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Caesar had been sleeping, on a world far from the symphonic, a place known as The Land of Departure. He had been staying there for a short time, under the wing of the local Keyblade Master, Master Renwood, as the time approached for his Mark of Mastery Exam.
Word had arrived in the form of a letter, winking into existence without preamble, and handed off to him by one of Renwood's apprentices. Apparently, some kind of disturbance had popped up around a little world called Symphony of Sorcery, and he was to investigate. Caesar scratched at his head in frustration, slightly mussing up the pure white undercut he kept so neatly trimmed. He had liked hanging around doing nothing for a few days.
Caesar stopped off to thank the Master for his hospitality, then headed out to one of the open fields that served as combination training arena/launchpad, and tapped at the smooth, round pauldron attached to the shoulder of his jacket, summoning his full Armor. Like most Keyblade armors it took the basic appearance of his Keyblade's default Keychain, being mostly smooth, rounded, black and blue except for a stylized, six pointed star for a visor, and a circular sun shape attached to the backplate, which were golden yellow.
He summoned the weapon that had been his birthright, handed down to him by his father, the Keyblade. His Keyblade's unique form he had named "Starswirl" a massive, heavy blade with a smooth shaft, a stylized, six pointed ward, and a sunburst for a handguard, despite its cumbersome appearance he wielded it effortlessly, as though it were the finest steel blade, for that was the true gift of his inheritance.
Caesar dropped the blade, perpendicular to the ground, as it transformed, taking a strange shape roughly the size of a motorcycle, a star shaped platform with a large, ornate seat, and a small cockpit surrounding it, which was retracted to allow him to climb into the seat and take up the two mechanical, arm-like structures he used to steer the contraption, closing the cockpit around him.
He pushed forward on the steering arms, activating the throttle, and jetted off into the darkness between worlds. It was going to be a long couple of days.
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Caesar's Glider arrived in a world of fire and devastation. The trail was obvious from the air, a volcano in the distance seemed to erupt continuously, and a wake of destruction flowed smoothly from it in only one direction.
Caesar brought his Glider smoothly around, following the trail of fire and lava as it spread and gathered again, burning through trees, grass, and even stone, until he reached the head of the trail of destruction. A massive flow of lava, wreathed in flames, taking the shape of a massive, horrible bird.
Caesar smirked to himself, it didn't seem like anything a Blizzard spell couldn't deal with, abdcame in for a landing ahead of the incoming creature, though he dared not dispel his Armor until he had cooled things down. His Glider shrink back down and transformed back into its true shape, floating into position ahead of him at his command. With a wave and a gesture, the Keyblade seemed to move of its own accord, creating points of cold which quickly grew into massive ice crystals. Another gesture, and the Keyblade swung at each of the crystals in turn, flinging them at the bird-shaped mass, where they immediately...fizzled, turned to nothing but water vapor against the intense heat and power of it.
Caesar's eyes widened beneath his visor as the entire flow seemed to -notice- him, turning the shape of a head to look at him. The massive bird reared back, wings and body emerging from the undifferentiated lava, and screamed at him, launching a burst of magma from its beak like a beam. It was all Caesar could do to summon a shimmering shield of glassy light, catching and absorbing the attack before shattering, sending the potential energy back out twofold as a burst of light, which managed to turn the bird back for an instant, giving the Keyblade wielder enough time to summon up his Glider and take off full tilt toward the sky. What it did next surprised him even more. Despite being apparently made of molten rock the entire bird-creature reared up further, screamed once, and actually took flight, slowly at first, as it pulled the form of a long, magnificent tail out of the lava, but quickly picking up speed as it gave chase. Quite alarmed, Caesar bolted into the fastest possible Lane Between, appearing on the other side instantly, the bird now far behind him, but still on his tail. Confused and frightened by the day's events, Caesar approached the World nearest the Lane's exit, its most prominent feature an elaborate church embedded in a city split by a sparkling river.
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Somewhere deep beneath the earth, a rumble began. It grew, and it grew, like music building, harsh, but melodic. High above the earth, the denizens of the underworld ended their revelry, forced away by the rising sun. As their music, ominous and dark, waned, the earth's rumble reached its crescendo.
From the Bald Mountain, defining feature of the tiny world called "Symphony of Sorcery", Destruction erupted. A spirit of lava and flame burst forth as its magical music gripped the world around it, shaping it into the Phoenix-like form of the Firebird.
The Firebird would rage across the planet for days before word reached a young man named Caesar.
---
Caesar had been sleeping, on a world far from the symphonic, a place known as The Land of Departure. He had been staying there for a short time, under the wing of the local Keyblade Master, Master Renwood, as the time approached for his Mark of Mastery Exam.
Word had arrived in the form of a letter, winking into existence without preamble, and handed off to him by one of Renwood's apprentices. Apparently, some kind of disturbance had popped up around a little world called Symphony of Sorcery, and he was to investigate. Caesar scratched at his head in frustration, slightly mussing up the pure white undercut he kept so neatly trimmed. He had liked hanging around doing nothing for a few days.
Caesar stopped off to thank the Master for his hospitality, then headed out to one of the open fields that served as combination training arena/launchpad, and tapped at the smooth, round pauldron attached to the shoulder of his jacket, summoning his full Armor. Like most Keyblade armors it took the basic appearance of his Keyblade's default Keychain, being mostly smooth, rounded, black and blue except for a stylized, six pointed star for a visor, and a circular sun shape attached to the backplate, which were golden yellow.
He summoned the weapon that had been his birthright, handed down to him by his father, the Keyblade. His Keyblade's unique form he had named "Starswirl" a massive, heavy blade with a smooth shaft, a stylized, six pointed ward, and a sunburst for a handguard, despite its cumbersome appearance he wielded it effortlessly, as though it were the finest steel blade, for that was the true gift of his inheritance.
Caesar dropped the blade, perpendicular to the ground, as it transformed, taking a strange shape roughly the size of a motorcycle, a star shaped platform with a large, ornate seat, and a small cockpit surrounding it, which was retracted to allow him to climb into the seat and take up the two mechanical, arm-like structures he used to steer the contraption, closing the cockpit around him.
He pushed forward on the steering arms, activating the throttle, and jetted off into the darkness between worlds. It was going to be a long couple of days.
---
Caesar's Glider arrived in a world of fire and devastation. The trail was obvious from the air, a volcano in the distance seemed to erupt continuously, and a wake of destruction flowed smoothly from it in only one direction.
Caesar brought his Glider smoothly around, following the trail of fire and lava as it spread and gathered again, burning through trees, grass, and even stone, until he reached the head of the trail of destruction. A massive flow of lava, wreathed in flames, taking the shape of a massive, horrible bird.
Caesar smirked to himself, it didn't seem like anything a Blizzard spell couldn't deal with, abdcame in for a landing ahead of the incoming creature, though he dared not dispel his Armor until he had cooled things down. His Glider shrink back down and transformed back into its true shape, floating into position ahead of him at his command. With a wave and a gesture, the Keyblade seemed to move of its own accord, creating points of cold which quickly grew into massive ice crystals. Another gesture, and the Keyblade swung at each of the crystals in turn, flinging them at the bird-shaped mass, where they immediately...fizzled, turned to nothing but water vapor against the intense heat and power of it.
Caesar's eyes widened beneath his visor as the entire flow seemed to -notice- him, turning the shape of a head to look at him. The massive bird reared back, wings and body emerging from the undifferentiated lava, and screamed at him, launching a burst of magma from its beak like a beam. It was all Caesar could do to summon a shimmering shield of glassy light, catching and absorbing the attack before shattering, sending the potential energy back out twofold as a burst of light, which managed to turn the bird back for an instant, giving the Keyblade wielder enough time to summon up his Glider and take off full tilt toward the sky. What it did next surprised him even more. Despite being apparently made of molten rock the entire bird-creature reared up further, screamed once, and actually took flight, slowly at first, as it pulled the form of a long, magnificent tail out of the lava, but quickly picking up speed as it gave chase. Quite alarmed, Caesar bolted into the fastest possible Lane Between, appearing on the other side instantly, the bird now far behind him, but still on his tail. Confused and frightened by the day's events, Caesar approached the World nearest the Lane's exit, its most prominent feature an elaborate church embedded in a city split by a sparkling river.
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