⭗ REDIRECTIONS XIII⭗
⭗ SPELLS FROM THE WINDLASH ⭗
“You’ve never told us what you saw at the end of the Azure Age,” Past-Tense said. There was something in the golem’s electric eyes, a haze, something like apprehension, like worry, like barely restrained rage.
“I was dreaming,” the Blue Oracle responded, crouching down and stirring her finger in the sand.
“Then show me your dreams,” Past-Tense pushed, sounding breathless, terrified. “I want to know what you dreamed at the end of the age.”
“I dreamed the end itself,” the Blue Oracle stated simply, and as she rose, the sand became a glassy wand in her hand, infused with gently glowing magic. “I will show you. Witness the end that I dreamed.”
⭗ INFRARED ASHLAR ⭗
Fire From The Sky
Power: 4 - Range: Line Of Sight - Target: An Individual - Duration: Fifteen Minutes
Invoke the cataclysmic dance of celestial energies. Move with the rhythm of the warming wind and cry out to the fastest stars above. The skies tremble. The clouds fracture. A lance of light carves down through the heavens. A singular touch is all it takes. Matter yields. Reality wavers. There is a flash, blinding, then nothing. Where the target once stood, nothing. Only ash and echoes. Only the charcoal memory of what was, scattered in the first breath of wind to pass in its wake.
⭗ DISSOBREAKER ⭗
To Make Peace, No Matter The Cost
Power: 5 - Range: 1 Meter - Target: Area of Effect - Duration: Instant
Shut out the chaos. Shut out the screams. Shut out everything that is red and replace it with blue. Let the crimson fire within every hardened hard burst forth. Let it seek the sky. Let the earth open and swallow everything that is red. The battle is over, and every soldier on every side is slain by their own hate and hand. Nothing remains but the memory, and even the memory is soon gone. Everything that was red, everything that drove the hateful sides to try to slaughter each other is blue, now. In their wake, only azure ruins remain.
Overcharged: Double the radius of effect.
Overcharged Again: Double the above again. May be overcharged up to five times, with the doubling taking effect each time.
⭗ SELENITE STASIS ⭗
And In Pillars Of Salt, Bind Them
Power: 6 - Range: 1 Meter - Target: Area of Effect - Duration: Instant
To protect, to save, to bind, to enslave. A single whispered chant, a single quiet word, a single pinch of arsenic dust sprinkled in the sand. The crowd around you turns to selenium salt, crystalline and columnar, but this is only bondage, only stasis. Immobilized but still conscious, the salt-bound mind stirs slowly. Weeks become moments. Years become minutes. Only when the caster returns to break the spell, or dies, or the spell is dispelled by a stronger caster, will the bound be freed. If someone else comes along before then and chips away at the salt column, well, that is another matter entirely. Soul salts, as the ground-up crystals of the columns are called, can be sold to many hues of magic practitioner, but especially, they are preferred by Phlogist-Constructors, who use them to power their ka-machinery.
Overcharged: Double the radius of effect.
Overcharged Again: Double the above again. May be overcharged up to five times, with the doubling taking effect each time.
"It was you," Past-Tense said, her eyes glowing as she stared into the Blue Oracle like she could stare through her. "All along, it was you. You ended the Azure Age with fire, with wind and salt."
"Was it me, or was it all of the dreams that I made manifest?" The Blue Oracle asked. There was no malice in her tone, no irony, only a somber and sober delivery of carefully chosen words. "The people of Azure dreamed themselves into oblivion."
"Surely there must still be some who have survived," Charred-Hand looked between the Blue Oracle and Past-Tense. The golem's knuckles squeaked with rust as she tightened her fists, maybe in frustration, maybe only finding and hardening her resolve. "Those that were turned into salt, surely some of them still exist somewhere."
"In a vault, far beneath the ruins of Azure," the Blue Oracle said, gesturing vaguely to the East. "Thousands wait bound, dreaming their own world into being."
"Then I will go to them," Past-Tense rumbled, her words as hard as her steely hide. "I will wake them, and together we will rebuild what was."
"Spoken like a servant," the Blue Oracle stated.
"Better to be a servant than a destroyer of worlds," the golem quipped back.
"In the end, we are, all of us, only dreams," came the Blue Oracle's passive response.
"Anyone who wishes to join me will be welcome to do so," the golem announced, spreading her rusty arms. Neither Charred-Hand nor the polybody pilgrim seemed keen to take her up on the offer.
"I serve the Blue God," Coda-2 said enigmatically, her eyes unwavering, even as her two other bodies eyed the Oracle uneasily.
⭗ OUR PARTY (SO FAR) ⭗
"Past-Tense", a golem from the Azure Age.
"Charred-Hand" a perfectly ordinary and unassuming wastelander
The Blue Oracle, Dreamer of Dreams
Coda-1, Coda-2 and Coda-3, a bluelander polybody pilgrim, allegedly.
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