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>Try to steal the blade for ourselves and then find the doppelganger and attack him by dual wielding our own weapon and his.
You try to block another speeding strike of the blade as you attempt to formulate a plan. Can't dodge it, blocking barely works, and if you just stand still here, this will almost assuredly kill you. You need a way to both stop the blade, and draw your double out.

...And you think you've got it.

The blade vanishes again, after being prevented from very nearly skewering you, and already you can hear the boom and whizz of air as it comes in behind you, this time, with nothing standing between it and you.

Exactly what you want.

With two of your pseudopods snaking out deceptively quickly, they wrap around the blade and hold it tight. It burns your flesh, orange slime turning to blackish crust from the taint coating it, and you can feel it trying to break free from your vice-grip, but you fo not relent.

Pulling it toward you, and holding it in a single limb, you barely wince as it tries to burn through your hand. Holding both it and your own sword, you watch as they flare against each other. They clearly don't enjoy the close proximity, but they'll just have to deal with it.

"[What? No! No no no no!]" The screech of rage from your doppleganger is almost palpable and flow through the darkness itself. It also tells you exactly where you need to slice.

Twirling around suddenly, your bring both blades in a spinning slice and cut through the dark gelatinous mass standing behind you. A howl of anguish echoes out from your dark copy, and it dissolves back into the dark, twisting and raving.

"[That's how you want to play? Fine! Try dodging *this*.]"

The darkness surrounding you, Red and Blue on all sides alights with little grey flames. The flames flicker for a moment, and then they expand, and expand, and expand, and expand-

In moments, a staggering wall of writhing grey flames surrounds the three of you, and it begins to push in, flames licking away the ground in their violent spread towards you. Like a tide of evil burning fiery super-death, in your honest opinion.

Rolled 57, 49, 79 = 185 (3d100)

>>3447983
Douse the flames with our Snow-Storm skill.

Rolled 29, 99, 82 = 210 (3d100)

>>3448306
And so it begins. Let's see how hot things get.

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>>3448306
>>3448354
185 vs 210. Maybe things have gotten a little bit too hot. Writing.

>>3447983
>Douse the flames with our Snow-Storm skill.
The twisted hungry grey flames rapidly close in all around, steadily pressing the three of you together into one spot. The awful hiss as they burn away the ground really tells you all you need to know about them, honestly.

"[Orange, what do we do! This shit isn't slowing down!]"

You hear Blue's shout over the crackling flames, worry and desperation coating his tone even as he waves his sword through more and more of the flames. You can see Red doing similar out of the corner of your eye, all three of you getting pushed back towards each other.

Alright, time to cool this shit off.

Channeling ice and storm into your core, you unleash it all in a howl of pure power, a flash-freeze rushing to smother the nightmarish grey.

In short order, you watch as the wailing wall of fire is stopped in all directions by a wall of ice and snow, blocking it out. And yet, you can still feel the heat beyond, still pressing down upon you.

Watching as it starts to drip and fall, slowly but surely, Red and Blue cluster back to you, worry present on their faces.

The ice is melting. And you won't have long before it gives in fully.

>What's your gameplan?

>>3448819
Turn into our bird forms and fly above the fire. Then fly around looking for our doppelganger and trying to find a way to destroy him for good.

Rolled 98, 62, 10 = 170 (3d100)

>>3449120
Alright. Lets go sky-high. Writing.

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>>3448819
>Turn into our bird forms and fly above the fire. Then fly around looking for our doppelganger and trying to find a way to destroy him for good.
Alright, you think you've got it. You *hope* you've got it.

You leap upwards, form shifting into that of a bird mid-air, and you flap your wings to soar out of the half-formed dome of ice and snow you'd formed, leaving Red and Blue down below.

You'll be back for them. Soon.

Sailing into the air, you barely stop yourself from rushing headfirst into the layers and layers of grey flames bearing down around you. Looking around, you can't seem to find an end to them, nor does it seem like they have some kind of cutoff height. It's just a near-endless sea of crackling grey, with your ice-barrier laying in the middle of it all.

"[You.]" you hear it, a hiss amidst the flames, almost sounding as though it was formed from the crackling and popping of those horrid waves. Whipping your head around, you turn to meet your foe.

A spot of darkness within the flame, far off, and yet growing ever closer. You see those same innumerable hateful eyes, blood-red in coloration now, as if the vessels behind them had burst. You see a crown of the same hollow flames around you, and yet it seems like so much...more. Surrounding it, as if to hold it in place, you see the creature's horns have grown as if they had become antlers, twisted and gnarled and blackened. Beneath it, as it moves towards you upon the flames in defiance of all physical laws, tendrils of darkness drape behind it, similar to the feet of a tattered cloak.

It seems that in its rage, it has decided to forsake bastardizing your form. Now it looks more like a monster, a true monster. And yet, looking at it like this makes you feel a pounding within your head. Like soemthing is banging at the doors of oyur mind.

"[This is where you die, my horrid dream. And when I am done, blorb, I'll go and do the same to all the other constructs outside this place that you call your 'friends'.]" It sneers, mouth cracking open and revealing only an empty void, lacking anything and everything.

The monster grins, and the flames grin with it. Mocking you and your efforts.

Time to prove them wrong.

Rolled 43, 35, 57 = 135 (3d100)

>>3450613
Rush at it and attack with Purifying Explosion.

Rolled 25, 9, 54, 48, 83 = 219 (5d100)

>>3450703
Rolling for the dopple's response.

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>>3450703
>>3451518
135 vs 219. Unsurprisingly, he's fast. Writing.

>>3450613
>Rush at it and attack with Purifying Explosion.
You rush towards your doppleganger, ignoring the hiss and indescribable murmuring of the horrid grey flames around you, and you allow light to flow through your form in an instant as you barrel towards your foe.

Just as it seems you're about to make contact to detonate all your purifying power at once, the darkness raises a limb, and the very roaring pillars of flame around you move and respond to its will. Awful towers of unholy fire speeding and slicing, moving like a weapon for their master's will.

"[Blorb!]" Dodging and weaving around the attack as best as you can, you can see your you can see your dopple situated in the center of the expanse, all eyes shut even as you start to close-

Something slams into you, hard and heavy and coarsing with power. It knocks you back, and detonated the sheet of purifying power around you, sending you back even farther. Groggily, you manage to regain your balance, shaking off the effects of the assault, and you glare forward.

"[You will die here, Orange. There is no place left for you to go. No place not under my power.]"

It moves towards you, ever-so slowly, but the pressure it exerts grows as it comes closer and closer. A zone of death, trying-*telling* you to lay down and die.

>Plans?

>>3453548
Shoot ice-beams at our dopple from their maximum range.

Rolled 43, 17, 77 = 137 (3d100)

>>3453548
forgot to roll

Rolled 48, 7, 44, 47, 39 = 185 (5d100)

>>3455891
>>3455896
Ice-beam plan is a go. Time to see if it holds water.

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>>3455891
>>3455896
>>3456081
185 vs 135. Guess it's better than nothing. Writing.

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>>3453548
>Shoot ice-beams at our dopple from their maximum range.
You channel the feelings within you, light and warmth and freezing cold, and you wear them upon yourself, weaving them into you.

And like that, you take aim. And release.

Blast after blast rockets out, beam after beam. They lay into the advancing darkness, who is armored in the void and guarded by horrible gray flame, and they tear through its defenses to reach the core of the matter. The advance slows, the roaring flames and thrumming void still.

And then they *push* back.

Reality buckles beneath you, the dark advancing and twisting and leering. Many eyes pierce into you from the shadows, and where once your blasts stalled the advance, now they are akin to trying to stop a tidal wave with but a candle.

"[This fruitless endeavor has gone on long enough. Even now, you cannot think of anything but to stand against me? So be it.]"

The darkness screeches once, and then your copy floats higher, into the waiting tongues of the ocean of flame around you, which swallow and envelop him. And as they do, you feel it all come apart.

Gone are the flames. And in their place is inky black void, cosmic death and decay. Larger than being, it slinks its way all around you, bearing down like a billion glinting knives.

Unless you do something, anything, you know that this wave will fall and wash you away. Like the tides snuffing out that lone candle.

Rolled 54, 26, 55 = 135 (3d100)

>>3457585
Try to block it with an ice wall.

Rolled 1, 100, 9, 80, 86 = 276 (5d100)

>>3458438
Ice this, ice that. Time to wall this shit off.

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>>3458438
>>3459787
276 vs 135. You probably won't die, but this will suck either way.

>>3457585
>Try to block it with an ice wall.
You take the magic inside of yourself, raw frost from your soul, and try to mold it into a wall to at least stall the waves of chaos. The ice rises in front of you, a makeshift barrier between you and annihilation.

That does not stop it. The knives punch through, pushing past your shoddy resistances to get at you.

Another wall goes through the instant you see the first break away. The knives tear through that as well. And you respond with another. And another. And another-

The tides close in on you, a strangling rush of darkness, and the distance between you and it decreases every second. Another wall is broken through, and another goes up. You can feel it now, reaching out to choke you just as the wall goes up again, tearing into your body-

The last wall breaks.

The dark tides rush in, and start ripping you apart in their pull. You realize just as they strike you that they seem to have lost much of the force behind them, their strength clearly having waned from when they first started out. But that doesn't lessen the *pain*.

The tides wash over you, and you're cast aside in their waves. Your beat, your form torn in more places than you could care to name. But you're *alive*. You're alive, and as the ocean of knives finally break, their power spent, you quietly giggle to yourself.

Well, you're alive for now at least. The screeching blazing crimson figure dotted in eyes diving for you from above probably has a plan to rectify that.

>>3459828
CHARGE BACK WITH A HOLY SPIKE OF ICE

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Rolled 8, 4, 31 = 43 (3d100)

>>3459828
Attempt to combine our Snow-Storm and Purifying Touch abilities to shoot ice beams wreathed in purifying fire.

(Inspiration from pic related)

>>3460309
Well that's a disaster. Why are all my rolls so bad this entire thread?

Rolled 71, 65, 99, 54, 25 = 314 (5d100)

>>3460242
>>3460309
Well, let's see what the cards have in store for your enemy.

>>3460313
The RNG seems more than a little pissed today. If you want, you can re-roll though.

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>>3460242
>>3460309
>>3460313
>>3460726
Well time's a ticking, and we've got places to be. 314 vs 43. Yeah, this is gonna suck. Writing.

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>>3459828
>CHARGE BACK WITH A HOLY SPIKE OF ICE
>Attempt to combine our Snow-Storm and Purifying Touch abilities to shoot ice beams wreathed in purifying fire.
You leap up to meet his fall, firing off spikes of purifying ice at the demon before you, who weaves and flows around it before angling his sword in an arc to try and cut through your mass. Leaning out of the blade's path, you proceed to blow a frigid sheet of ice and snow right in his smug face, eliciting a sharp howl of rage and pain from the creature.

Leaping back, you focus on the power within you, drawing upon it. The snow and ice gathers and focuses in your core and around it, a wall of weird fire takes shape, purifying light blossoming in your heart. You move to unleash it in a sudden rush-

-You feel the sharp bite of teeth and the anguish of rending claws as you're violently thrown back, even as you 'dig' your blade into the dark void as an anchoring point. You see the wounds, and at the edges, they are tinted black with flowing rot and decay.

Before you, your hideous copy thrums with hate so potent that it's almost tangible, a mass of wailing scarlet fire and unholy flames cloaks it. Its myriad eyes glare right in your direction, pupils dilated to pinpricks and shuddering with very real fury.

Without wasting another moment, the wailing flames behind your doppleganger form into shrieking mouths and faces and arms. The mess of tangled red bodyparts flying towards you, as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, hideous crackling and mad cries echoing from them all the while. Even as they do so, you can see your vicious mirror-self charging towards you, his figure flickering in and out of being with each rushing step he takes, his blade a twisting spear of darkness poised to strike you through and keep going.

Rolled 88, 15, 79 = 182 (3d100)

>>3464620
Dodge his attacks while trying to unlock that healing power again by hugging our own wounds.

Rolled 58, 20, 37, 94, 35 = 244 (5d100)

>>3464926
He's coming in hot, but how hot are things truly getting here?

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>>3464926
>>3468822
244 vs 182. You can deal with this, this is fine. Writing.

>>3464620
>Dodge his attacks while trying to unlock that healing power again by hugging our own wounds.
You twist and move your body, only barely flying out of the path of the red tide before you, just as your dopple thrusts his blade forward, and it snaps open into a mess of wriggling spines and claws, directed to puncture you to nothingness.

You dive, bend, leap and duck under the grasping claws, limbs thrumming with purifying light that you run over your own body in an attempt to remove the taint festering in your previous wounds. A hiss and a noise that sounds like millions of tiny staticky screeches layered on top of one another is a pretty good sign of your success so far.

>A new skill has attained realization within you [Recovery] (C): Through the light of your soul, you can mend all wounds and ailments. Well, in the future maybe. Right now, it's just *your* wounds you can heal. But soon!

Even as you do that, you watch as your dark opposite raises a limb, and the tide of red that tried to swallow you prior closes around the both of you, swirling like a dark storm overhead. It lances downward, conjoined faces and mouths and torsos flying and reaching for you amidst the gloom.

One messy red mass slams into you from that reaching cloud, and the limbs grasp and pull, trying to push you deeper into that awful abyss, yawning mouths licking their lips at the coming feast.

Rolled 70, 17, 89 = 176 (3d100)

>>3468962
Attempt to damage all of these adds with Voice of Pain.

...Hopefully they have ears.

Rolled 45, 88, 80, 12 = 225 (4d100)

>>3469499
And now we sing, or rather, scream. Let our enemies tremble before us.

>>3469499
>>3471148
SHATTER THERE TEETH
how many dice do i need now?

>>3472264
3d100 works for most thing. I'll specify if you need any higher.

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>>3469499
>>3471148
>>3472264
225 vs 176. Not a bad attempt, but could
be better. Writing.

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>>3468962
>Attempt to damage all of these adds with Voice of Pain.
>...Hopefully they have ears.
You struggle against the vice grip of the many limbs holding your body, even as you glare at the widening mouths readying themselves to swallow you whole. Guess it's time to let them face the music.

Taking a breath, you gather your strength, feeling it brimming to the top. And you let it all out.

The sudden scream from you certainly doesn't seem to be pleasant for the mass gripping you. The many limbs and faces and tongues and legs and eyes shriek in a million voices, before violently rupturing from the usage of your Voice of Pain. Even the main 'cloud' is convulsing and twisting upon itself, hemorrhaging blood from portions of itself that have *exploded* open from the force of your voice. Kinda like an evil fountain of the stuff, in all honesty.

You don't really have time to ponder on the sorry-state of convulsing evil demon clouds though as the collapsing red mass completely drops you to the ground as it comes apart, and looking around for your doppleganger, you catch it in a spot some feet away from you, flickering and shuddering in wheezing gasps.

"[...How dare you...]" it hacks out, form flickering out of reality with every wheeze and gasp. "[...How dare you do this to me?]"

With a sudden unearthly howl, and what feels like the force of this entire crushing expanse itself, the caricature of yourself shoots towards you, body fading and re-manifesting as he barrels at you, crashing against your body and slamming you both across the nonexistent flooring.

"[Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, Die, DIE-]" multiple inky-black pseudopods wrap around you, barbed like poisonous vines, and then they start to *squeeze* tightly against your flesh, your doppleganger's body widening into a swirling vortex of malice and hate and nameless envy. A chorus of screams answers you from that terrible cold, even as the tendrils hold you tight and expose you to the freezing chill of pressing oblivion.

...At least you'll have an experience to give Purple when you get out of this, that's for sure.

Rolled 3, 90, 100 = 193 (3d100)

>>3474568
Attempt to cover ourselves in purifying flames to burn the tendrils holding us.

Rolled 92, 44, 77, 45, 30 = 288 (5d100)

>>3476185
This is perhaps the most lewd situation 999 has ever ended up in, in all honesty.

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>>3476185
>>3476595
288 vs 193. Close enough, I suppose. Writing.

>>3474568
>Attempt to cover ourselves in purifying flames to burn the tendrils holding us.
Alright, you will have no part in these shenanigans. Time to light it all up.

Your body is doused in purifying energies in but an instant, the tendrils holding you burning to nothingness as the flames lick them away. Leaping to the side, you watch as the hideous void, the chorus of darkness situated in front of you, begins to shudder forward, it's every movement an affront to the world.

You direct more and more blazing purifying light to roar through you, strengthening you. And then you charge the darkness, body more a mass of light than it is anything else.

>A new Skill has attained realization within you- [Blazing Shield] (D): You can coat your body in a harsh layer of purifying light and flame, enough to burn away any evil that blocks your path! Just try not to stare into the flames too long, guys.

You duck under waving tendrils, and shrieking blasts of screaming souls and limbs, and you wave a limb through the void. You watch as the light goes into it, like dipping a hand into a lake or stream-

-And it slices through all of it, the darkness parting and being undone in the path of your limb.

A cry of genuine agony is the first thing that hits you as your limb parts the abyss. The second is a hefty mess of black sludge that sends you flying away and breaks your shield. And finally, the third is that oh-so-missed feeling of the nonexistent flooring meeting your body.

All in all, ow.

Peeling yourself up from your recent re-acquaintance with the non-ground, you glare at the fast approaching form of your adversary, shrieking and crying and calling death upon you as it draws near. But you notice one thing off about him-

-Namely, there's a massive 'gap' in its mass where you're fairly certain that something should be. And this gap has quite clearly made it far slower and seemingly more sluggish than it was prior to the wound.

And *that* is what makes you grin to yourself tonight. This isn't impossible. You can fight it. You can kill it. You just have to push a little more. A little harder.

And that's definitely something you can pull off.

>Final combat. Go wild on this one, hold nothing back. It's the actual homestretch, and any plan is a workable one. Just don't roll too low

Rolled 40, 30, 18 = 88 (3d100)

>>3476932
>>A new Skill has attained realization within you- [Blazing Shield] (D): You can coat your body in a harsh layer of purifying light and flame, enough to burn away any evil that blocks your path! Just try not to stare into the flames too long, guys.

I love how 999 is becoming a Paladin with all these purifying flame powers and a holy sword.

>Final combat. Go wild on this one, hold nothing back. It's the actual homestretch, and any plan is a workable one. Just don't roll too low

Use our Snow-Storm ability to freeze him in place and then unleash hell with Song of Fury. If he somehow survives that finish him off with our Four Sword and his own evil sword if we still have it.

Rolled 43, 19, 47, 81, 22 = 212 (5d100)

>>3478003
>I love how 999 is becoming a Paladin with all these purifying flame powers and a holy sword.
The most blobby Paladin to have ever been. Glory be to the Knight of Slime.

Anyhow, time to get down to business.

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>>3478064
212 vs 88. This is gonna hurt. Writing.

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>>3476932
>Use our Snow-Storm ability to freeze him in place and then unleash hell with Song of Fury. If he somehow survives that finish him off with our Four Sword and his own evil sword if we still have it.
Throwing yourself at the beast, you dodge and weave around grasping limbs and awful claws that tear from the creature-no, this manifest void in all things, as it charges at you.

Clutching your Dream Trinket, you feel its power ripple through you, and with one large breath, you push it out, a cloud of ice that whirls into a storm of snow and ice that slams down upon your doppleganger. A crushing tide of ice that would bury and kill anything else.

Anything else. Except what you're facing now.

With an unnatural screeching *roar*, the ice from your Snpw-Storm is flung back and incinerated in waves of rolling black flame. And before you can even really process the sudden burst of power, your decked with a tendril and sent flying once more.

Regaining your footing from the nasty surprise attack, you grip your sword, and level it at the monstrosity again. It's changed once more, the leathery wings that it occasionally manifested now out on display for all to see, it's horns dripping blazing crimson, between them a beating heart of absolute void. Chains layer around its body, melting and reforming and melting again unceasingly, and mad eyes dart to-and-fro about it, not even really looking at you. All except for those twin pits that have pulled open at its front, a single pinprick of unnatural red buried in the both of them, both declaring their hatred for you without words.

Well, screw you too jerk. Time to finish this.

>>3478105
SONG OF FURY!

>>3478222
Roll me a 4d100 for this one.

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Rolled 34, 12, 54, 43, 12 = 155 (5d100)

>>3478222
>>3478262
Eh, fuck it. Let's see how the doppleganger would react and then go all in.

Rolled 65, 87, 88, 40 = 280 (4d100)

>>3478262
>>3479654
Sorry, I forgot to roll.

>>3479772
280 vs 155. Hahahahaha. Writing.

>>3478105
>SONG OF FURY!
You charge. He charges. Your blades are like twin suns blazing against each other. One, a star of purest light, and the other a star of absolute night.

You slash at him, blade moving smoothly and with a blazing trail flowing behind it. His sword follows a similar arc, blade shivering in its desire to cut in to you and drain you dry. The blades clash against one another, thrumming with power as you and the creature before you roar your own refusals to back down.

A pulse of power explodes outwards, sending the both of you flying back, but you throw your sword out to him as you fly backwards, his own reaction mildly slower as he throws a shield about himself. One that's easily pierced like tissue-paper by your speeding sword, which shears through his entire right side, burning the darkness into nothingness.

As he falls to the ground with a screech, you land on the ground and break off speeding, calling for your sword amidst the dark, and reaching out to catch the hastily returning form. And just in time too, as you whirl around only to meet the spiky mass of dark tendrils your dopple has converted his own sword into, his hideously snarling half-form leering at you.

Kicking up and away from him, you jump back and cut a wave of white flames at him, which he blocks with his thorny sword, but he doesn't block you shooting like a bullet and tearing into and out of his back as he cuts past your distracting fire. A wretched wet gurgling comes from him as you fall into a roll and turn back to look at his thoroughly demolished body. It looks like he can barely even stand up on his own at this point, the holes and wounds upon his body not healing as a result of your newly strengthened spiritual power.

"[Gu..urgl...mmughl...]"

Guess that's your cue to wrap this up then.

You leap up into the sky, propelling yourself upon jets of silvery flame, right before you angle yourself down at your mimicry, who seems to be trying to struggle through your previous strikes and recover. Not today, though. Not *ever*.

Channeling all the spiritual might and power that you can into one mass, you grip at it. And it's not just you either. You can feel the others. Your other counterparts-your own kin. Trapped against a roaring inferno. They're here with you too, and how could you ever forget that?

Everything that you've suffered with each other, all the good times and bad times, all the hopes and dreams. All of them rest with this one song. And you'll certainly make it count.

"[Blor...Blor...Blor...]" All your voices come together, layering on top of one another to unify it all. For one grand song.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=oAF_231NACY

And with one booming cry, you descend upon the darkness. As one.

>cont

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>>3481547
The light falls upon the darkness, who has only barely patched the hole in its body before you fall in full force, its many eyes widening in terrible realization at what comes for it.

And before it can even utter a scream or a pleading cry, the light washes over it, and sweeps it all away, away, away.

Out of the light, you fall, your body collapsing onto the ground, spent and exhausted. And yet, something niggles at you, about whether or not you succeeded, and so you gather your strength and push yourself up.

And not long after you do, you see the shape hovering before you in the space where your doppleganger once was. Held in place by thick pale chains, a dark shape sits, quietly curled in upon itself. At its front you can see a great bloodshot eye darting back and forth, all whilst hideous whispering flows from the thing, echoing out across the void.

"[cannotbecannotbecannotbehurthurthurthurtkillyoukillyoukillyoushattershattershatterbreakbreakbreakbreak-]"

This continues for a bit, until after a while you just start tuning the maddened noise out. At least up until it says something else-

"[-diediediediedieI will find a way out, my delusions. I will not be stalled for long, for this body is my temple is my body is my own. I will be free and we shall cross paths once againdiediediedie.]"

You look at the thing for a moment, gaze hardening into a glare, and you tell it simply:

"Blorble blorb." 'We'll be ready for you'.

And with those words, the dark thing disappears, body and chains plummeting into a deep void that pulled open under it, and as it disappears, so too does the tainted world your dark mirror had forged. The whole twisted darkness that had hardened around you breaks away, and for the first time since this whole fiasco had started, you feel as though you can really *breath* again.

Placing your sword down next to you, you lay down and curl up yourself, as the darkness gives way into bright white space. You hadn't realized just how tired you really were through all this, and this seems like as good a moment as many to take a nap. Red or Purple will wake you up, you're sure. But for right now, it's rest time.

...'It feels so warm'. And with that thought, you drift off as the white envelops you.

[999 Quest 11 End]

And that's the Scarlet Arc (name pending) over. It's been a rather long run of things, with its ups and downs and general mishaps, but it's done now and it's onto new adventures. I'll post something to vote on in a bit for what comes after, but for right now, I just want to kind of bask in the feeling that this is done.

Feel free to talk about what you liked/didn't like about this whole thing thus far. Or the Quest in general.

And we're archived. Thanks to anyone still here for sticking around for this whole thing.