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Wen Myrkul

Myrkul's Vein set to the defense of mankind.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lil_kreen

Description

Given Title: Wen

Race: Ascended hairworm, satellite being.

Age: Not applicable

Gender: Asexual, appears neuter

Eye color: Grey

Overbeing/Faction: Myrkul's Vein

Birthplace: Genesis.

Religion: Apatheist

Identifying characteristics: 2.5 meter tall burly biped bearing pale cyan armor all over its body except for the red-colored eye that signifies a Jinhai inhabits. Its surface is covered in plates of psi-armor of various sizes and densities. The Wen has two smaller claws at its midsection for manipulating objects and interacting with mankind.

Physical Condition: Newly furnished, wholly immune to the environmental problems other Ascended Hairworms experience in conventional space.

Languages: Common, English, Draconic, Dethek. A native Wen's language capabilities are extremely poor.

Current residence: Itinerant

Occupation: Inkwell

Personality: A largely docile animalistic intelligence that does not speak but protective of mankind and suspicious of nonhumans. If the Wen has a Jinhai inhabiting it the creature has a sapient intellect even if the Jinhai is not written into an independent body. Should the Jinhai leave the Wen returns to a largely docile animalistic intelligence that speaks rarely. It otherwise shares many of an Ascended Hairworm's curt characteristics but exhibits a great deal more interest in the well being of mankind around it.

Background: Wen are created for the defense of mankind as they can be inhabited by more sapient ascended hairworms or psionic humans to armor them far better against powerful threats. This Wen was created in Genesis in response to a Jinhai returning to request reinforcement of man to demonic threat. As they represent an allegory to mechanized infantry in conventional armies they are equipped with psi-plate capable of regenerating battle damage.

Equipment: Carries cognizance core to use for marshaling its power. It's otherwise equipped with several manifestation slots for psi-blades suitable for human use against demonic or psionic threats causing damage to the attacker. It also has its own larger ferroplasm gladius suitable for close combat with demons. Thick ferroplasm shields are also often used.

Limitations: Wen have a limited mobility compared to Jinhai. They have no worm form and thus cannot fly. They also cannot disincorporate due to the psi-plate and have concerns of accessibility than their more corporeal human counterparts would have. Its central diamond-shaped eye has a very high acuity and through psionics have a much more volumetric sense of the area which would otherwise make their sight monocular. Due to the psi-plate covering its body Wen has a much smaller field of vision and must turn to look at things.

Powers:
  1. Throne of Mind - One may control the seat of the Wen but other hairworms can fit inside. A Wen can eject the one that inhabits it if required though losing a great deal of its sapience. It nonetheless will not permit a being to enter if a Jinhai does not allow it. This partly dematerializes the being inhabited into self-bonded psimass if not a hairworm. Punctures to the Wen that do not incapacitate it or cause explosions in its interior do not pose a significant direct threat to the occupant. If the occupant breathes the Wen must have access to oxygen or use its own reserves of power to manifest a breathable atmosphere. Punctures are less important if that occupant is a Jinhai that has no integrity of organs maintaining dematerialization. A human that inhabits the Wen has full use of their own powers as their latent self-image directs the use of their abilities. Psionics will find the Wen a prodigious fount as the cognizance core of the Wen supports their mind with its pale wellspring of power. Wen are poorly suited to emotional bases of power and will be sluggish to such efforts. Wen must first be breached psionically before the inhabitant on the throne is exposed. While within the throne the dematerialized inhabitant does not need to engage in physical needs if it has to as biological needs are sustained by the Wen's exceedingly tolerant consumption of organics to feed the dematerialized body.
  2. The Throne's Eye - As Wen sight is partly psionic, in the same arc as the eye's visual range, that makes it preternaturally aware of psionic energies in its vicinity. Camouflage or technological cloaking may hide from the inhabitant however depending on its own capacities employed through venue of the throne's eye. The inhabitant will have monoclular vision and volumetric psionic awareness at least.
  3. Psi Armor - Unmarred psi-armor's natural affinity prevents demonic presences from ethereally reaching into its confines to touch the inhabitant on the throne. The armor is strong though predominantly built to resist demonic powers than physical attacks. It is regenerated using eaten metals and its own energy and composed of ferroplasm with a psi-stone scale on its outer layer to resist the passage of metaphysical energies. The Wen must commune with the throne to repair at any speed and in any case mutes its defensive powers to repair and re-weave the armor. The armor can be worn in the absence of pressure or at fairly high pressures but the inhabitant would be wise to bring any protection it needs if it intends to leave the throne.
  4. Hand of the Throne - At the end of its arms are two projectors of the inhabitant's psionic or magical energies. A Jinhai's disintegration beam or other self-destructive powers do not cause the occupant nearly as much damage when projected through a Wen. The projectors can turn to large four fingered hands for use with the ferroplasm gladius and conduct energies through the weapon to those capable. The two smaller three fingered claws on long arms can be controlled by the inhabitant of the throne and are generally used to interact with humans and their constructs at that height.
  5. All-consuming - Wen can eat nearly anything with its large toothed mouth and uses that material to repair its armor.
  6. (Jinhai inhabitant only) Call of the Throne - When it carries a Jinhai upon the throne a Wen can reassemble an instance of mankind at range as long as enough intact parts exist nearby and the head is undamaged. This leaves the person vulnerable but resurrected as their mind must fully inhabit the new parts to employ them with any strength. Often even the memories or psionic power from the bodies used comes with them. It's frequent that those raised by the touch of a Wen have a hodgepodge of memories from the differing parts used. Wen cannot allow a a person it raised to inhabit as that will dismantle its efforts until the person has fully manifested into their body.

So begins...

Wen Myrkul's Story

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Nebulas pour as a collapsing sea of reality floods into the vessel of Crane's consciousness. The random test firings of connection to the interior conduit now finding purchase. New supernovas of information points fire as the sheer density of clouds takes on a more familiar shape. It then finds depth with Rick's mouthing of her name playing from some point in the past. The colors dart around in a fit of temporal shift as time plays back into the present. The connection to the present moment jerks to a stop in her mind as the Wen becomes aware of her. It leans on her mind to refine its own thoughts one of which a proper modus to interface with her self-image.

It found a silver minivan. The Wen certainly did dutifully try to occupy that self-image but found it abhorrent to the nature of its founding structures. They were engines of transfiguration... not transportation. The owlbear's white feathers matted down to glossy white paint. The discolored feathers around its face disappear into an angular black ferroplasm grill and two small headlights. The glossy white angular arms and legs lost their claws as the attempt to produce tires on them caused too much internal dissonance to maintain the Wen's connection with the Conduit.

The mass of pipes and attempts at producing an undercarriage on its chest split open with a discordant metal shear. The iridescent Psimass thread sarcophagous pours out what is still crane with rivulets of translucent fluid. It pools to halfway then advances until her face is seen. Solidifying into flesh and possessions all at once it ejects her and her spirit pearls back to a heavy body. Crane is summarily kicked out from its inner heavens.

The Wen's voice returns as its shape returns to the default configuration to dissipate discordance from the failed modus, "Bad modus, Conduit. Cannot wield modus. I sit."

Gigantic still its arms retain their hand-morph clasped across its knees patiently waiting for the last conduit to recover.

The setting changes from Lady Une Drive to Wing City Main Entrance

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Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Kinara Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Akio the Wanderer Character Portrait: Ean Falcor Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul
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A massive shift in the Force knocked Kinara from her Meditative state. The Presence of Gaia, the Goddess, and he actions, changed the will of the Force. Those people were meant to die, but they lived. Kinara's eyes snapped open, her body drenched in sweat from her concentration on stopping the vortex of energies. However, it seemed that it had subsided enough to no longer be a threat.

The evacuations of those able to walk were still well under way, her dropships bringing the survivors to the hangar of the Silver Eagle, where tents and other amenities were being set up to tend to the wounded. Upon finding a bunker filled with Guardsmen and civilians, Kinara's dropships would broadcast a signal, requesting for any who could walk to be let outside to be evacuated to a safer area. She hoped to the Force that the native defenders of Imperium would listen to her, and cooperate.

She quickly moved to a bathroom and showered herself, rinsing off the sweat accumulated from her meditation and strain, before changing into a fresh set of Jedi Robes, her lightsabers on her hip and small of her back accordingly.

Moving to the Hangar, she surveyed the area, the Force told her that it was going to be alright for now. She smiled, these people had endured so much in the past few years. Invasion after invasion, occupation, attacks, terrorism, disease, and now this....she pitied them, but only to the point of offering what aid she could. She couldn't keep these people on her ship; she lacked the resources to do so for longer than a week at most.

She came to a realization; she needed troops of her own. An army to use for peace-keeping, for helping, for war. It'd be a source of income, as well, as currently she had none. She could delve down into the under worlds and do more sleazy things for cash; she'd done it before during the Jedi Purge, but she'd prefer not to. A mercenary army, however, and fleet, for that matter, could be useful to anyone. Save the Sith, perhaps.

She returned to the bridge, and quickly found the nearest planet with cloning facilities powerful enough for what she had in mind. Ariel was the name of said planet, and quickly she sent a message that Terra was in dire need of help, as a crisis had arisen in the form of a massive Super-volcanic eruption. She also added that she would soon be placing an order for a Legion of Clones to be made; upon being asked if she had a DNA Template, she said that she would upon arrival. Secretly she sent an order to her medical droids to collect DNA samples from strong civilians, though her purpose was benign, merely to see what could be used for cloning. She'd offer her own DNA as well, if needed.

She cleared her throat and patched herself into the Comm-Network of the Imperium of Man. "Imperium, this is Jedi Knight Kinara of the Obsidian Eagle. My transports currently lie in wait outside of your protective bunkers ready to assist in evacuations of civilians and guardsmen alike, I ask that you let free those who can walk first, that they may be transported to safety.

"Also, I thank you for allowing me to place my fleet in such low-orbit over the city in order to assist, I've heard that you are quite protective of this planet and its people, and I feared you may not let my starships close due to their size and bristling weaponry." she paused as the message was played out over the comms leading to the highest ranking officer in the area, which by her guess was Dorn.

"I must stress however, that my ship only has enough resources enough to help the civilians for a week at best, after which I will have to relocate the civilians back under your care, I can send down builder-Droids from my ships to help you construct camps and other essential buildings in order to get things back up and running. I wish you luck, and May the Force be with you."

With that she cut her end of the communication and moved to sit in her Captain's chair, a mobile thing allowing her to slide around the bridge and survey and give orders at her leisure. She smiled, she felt what she was doing was right, and that her old Masters would be smiling on her. She missed them, the Masters of old, but they were one with the Force now, all she could do was carry on their teachings.

The setting changes from Wing City Main Entrance to Lady Une Drive

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It seemed that saying a word had caused ripples in reality as he knew it. At least, that’s what Rick thought as he watched the huge creature open up like a complicated machine, where energies alien to the ordinary man seemed to radiate in a way that even the hunter could feel, and subsequently feel unnerved.

And then Crane’s body was dumped on a kitchen table. Rick cautiously moved closer, eyeing the huge machine that had burst through the door. Eventually, he determined that the owl-like beast would not do anything else, and he turned his attention to Crane… at least, what was left of her.

Her skin, was varying degrees of blue and purple and pale flesh. Rick wondered how her body hadn’t swollen up to the point of cutting off blood flow, until he saw that a good portion of the blood had already exited from a stab wound under the breast. Her arms seemed unharmed, but he could not say the same for her legs- bending the other way like Crane’s namesake.

Somehow, he felt an urge to say, “I can fix this.” However, he also realised that he would have to work quick, so he didn’t say such things. He rushed to the bathroom and fetched a series of medicines; specifically he got assorted creams and balms meant to help bruises heal. Rick knew healing magic, enough to close up a stab wound like that. Rick had dealt with wounds of this degree before, and going through something a quarter as bad left him exhausted. He needed all the energy he could get, and the bruises would probably need to be dealt with later.

His solution to energy, Rick had already prepared. The hunter grabbed a strip of the beast meat and shoved it in his mouth. He then took off the oven mitts he had been wearing and slipped on the black leather gloves he wore for hunting. After a quick sterilizing of the gloves, Rick prepared a glass of water and got to work.

He decided to start with the torso injuries- that was where the vulnerable bits that made people live were. The stab wound was quite serious, although the blood in that area as black and cold. Rick knew he needed to get healthy cells in place of it, so he began his work there.

He murmured words from an old language, and his gloved hands glowed like warm sunlight. He carefully hoisted Crane into a seated position and touched the glowing fingertips on both hands around the entrance and exit of the stab wound. He had to wrap an arm around Crane in order to keep her upright. Anyone who’d be watching- who’d be too dickish to help- would see a man awkwardly trying to prop up an unconscious woman.

He continued to murmur, unintentionally close to Crane’s ear, as he kept an eye on the exit wound on her back- the side he was able to see in this awkward position. The skin around the wound seemed to curdle and boil with activity, and blood began to flow around the edges. As Rick muttered and drawled, he felt his own stomach churn in defiance as he saw chunks of dead flesh and tissue spill out not unlike real blood, especially since he felt the same gore spill out on the other side, over the apron he had put on in order to cook. It was, after all, Crane’s apron and not his to cover with black gore.

Red blood soon followed… only for half an inch, where it inexplicably halted in a dome around the openings. Rick’s words continued to pour out as the domes spun around like liquid in a blender. However, just when the domes of red seemed ready to violently burst, they instead flattened out, and rapidly began to shift to the colour of healthy flesh.

“Well that was…” he groaned as his muscles screamed, trying to gently let Crane back down. Rick’s entire body inexplicably burned with fatigue. “less draining… than expected…”

The hunter pulled his leather gloves off and dropped them on the table- one had dropped to the floor shortly afterward from sloppy placement. He then stumbled to the kitchen counter and grabbed at some of the strips. He shoved a couple of strips into his mouth and he began chewing through the meat. He slid down into a seated position on the floor. It was a good specimen, he admitted, although even bad quality meat can make a fine meal with the right preparations.

As his strength slowly returned, Rick stood back up and began applying the assorted bruise medicines and balms over Crane’s bruises… and that was when he felt that certain bones bent when they shouldn’t.

“Broken bones… oh hell,” Rick wiped the sweat from his brow with a sleeve. Fortunately, the time for sterilizing was past, with the stab wound closed. Rick moved to the beast and sliced off another chunk with his knife. He chopped up the meat into strips and threw them into the high-walled pan.

Needless to say, Rick was in for the long haul, and he’d probably need the entire boar.

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A local trash can caught the pale owlbear's eye. It needed materials to repair like the conduit. That of course left it grabbing the trash can and emptying the refuse into a mouth that distended hugely to accommodate. Though it made a continuous loud grinding noise and an odor surprisingly mild for one grinding garbage. The Wen's interior structure repairs torn ferroplasm fibers just like the torqued and torn psi-stone feathers along its outer surface.

After a moment of grinding as Rick worked the Wen's grinding noise stops. Though repairs still go on it spits out a pinky-nail-sized gem at Rick's leg. A milky-white cognizance crystal it contained a small bit of the psionic resources harvested. While it wasn't much it was the best the creature could manage without Jinhai. It crooned at Rick with wide concerned eyes, "Help conduit? Broken conduit, Jinhai?"

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As Rick leaned back on the counter his strength to return, the owl-beast-machine spat a tiny gemstone to him. “Conduits…?” Rick asked, puzzled, “Dunno about people being somethin’ that machine-like, but mending this kinda stuff takes time.”

Soon enough, the strips he had eaten were being converted properly, and Rick felt the aching wane somewhat. Mending bones was somewhat easier to perform than focused rapid regeneration over an in-and-out stab wound, but not significantly so. Regardless, Rick got to work mending the important stuff first- the ones situated in the torso and the head area. More words were droned as Rick placed his gloved hands over different parts of Crane’s body. Had it not been for the sake of doctoring, this would seem uniquely… well, Rick wasn’t blushing in any case. His head couldn’t help but focus as he performed the simple, yet effective magics he had learned.

His hands felt and found places that didn’t feel right. For every part he found, he mended. He lacked X-ray vision, so he would need to get Crane conscious once more if he were to find every little pain there was. That was why he was focused on the torso and head bones first.

Soon enough, Rick could feel his knees quivering, and rearing to buckle. His strength was all but completely sapped once more. At the owl’s apparent suggestion, Rick picked up the tiny gem in quaking hands, and gently (as gently as quaking hands could do) dropped it onto Crane’s chest- closer to the neck than the bosom.

Admittedly, Rick had no idea what he was doing with the gemstone.

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As the gemstone neared the base of Cranes neck it it floated to a halt just before landing, it sparkled brieflty, little jots of light and neerghy danced from it into her skin. briefly where eat zap of energy touched a brief outline was seen of a Pearl. The sheer size of the things made sense, the common pearl wasnt big persei but large enough to be a problem when packing anything

Finally the last jot of energy lanced from the gemstone before the gemstone disappeared in a puff of light. Crane then moved. Rolling over she spat up a mouthful of blood, black oily blood.

But that was reflex

She had vauge memory of being spit out, landing on something, it had to be a table, was she still in her home ? She felt various parts of her broken body repair. She rolled back onto her back with a hard thud on the table. She couldnt move or feel her feet, hell she couldnt even fell her knees to begin with.

But as Rick worked, the feeling in her broken body soldly returned. Also as Rick worked, the house repaired itself and even made room for the massive Wen standing guard rather protectively of them both. the Wen she could feel and hear dimly, was concerned for her fate ? How was that possible ?

She heard something being ground up, felt herself get sat up as she felt the worst wound be healed in full. Then not so gently laid back down, apparently the guy healing her was not doing too well off himself. Someone thought it nice to grab a pillow of a sort and slap it under her head before she hit the table a third time.

Finally after what seemed liike an agonising few hours but was only a few moments Crane moaned and a healed hand with to her head which throbbed from the pounding Dorn had given her. She slowly sat up as Rick got back to work on healing her knees, by then the Spirit Pearls had regained almost all their energies and were aiding him in healing her.

"Anyone get the number of the Cruiseliner that hit me ?" She asked out of the blue as she sat on her kitchen table.

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Rick’s eyes met Crane’s, but only for a moment, he still needed to concentrate. He couldn't answer her question, of course; Rick's mouth only moved for the words he mumbled. From the sheer amount of energy he’s spent performing his healing magic, his face had turned gaunt and tired. He slipped another piece of bacon into his mouth, but it didn’t really do much help at this point. “That should stabilize you,” Rick muttered as he stumbled away and subsequently collapsed on a couch. He managed to fix one of Crane’s legs, allowing her some semblance of movement until he got around to the other leg. But Rick was all but dead at this point.

Immediately after pathetically flopping onto a couch, he began to snore. The colour slowly returned to his face as his body went through all of the bacon he had eaten throughout the operation.

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The Wen got up from its haunches for powerful legs to ram upward through a stretched doorframe that crackled under the assault before reconstructing into its correct place. It thumped forward easily able to hover its head over the table on all fours. There were clatters of things it moved about underfoot as the owlbear's face shifted above Crane's. It peered at her for a long moment to gather its thoughts before the beak opened to speak, "Earth Asunder. We feel Aetherkind."


"C̫̙̺͒ͦͭ̒̌̓ȓ̺͚͎̗̝̫͍̅ͤ͐̀͜ḁ̛͕̽̔ͬ͆ͨ́͑ͦ͒n̺̮͓͎̉̄͠e̵̠̩͎̙͛͐̊͟. Soon never Humankind.", it stated matter-of-factly.

The Wen had uncommon perspective on those that wore them. It had to in order to transfigure them at all. They were nonetheless simple creatures of few needs merely to see to their immedate conduit and feed themselves.

Its mind shifted to the latter, "I hunger, Conduit."

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Crane didnt even flinch as the Wen slammed into the doorframe and it crumbled around it before it self repaired, ah she had to thank the one who taught her the self repair runes, all the runes that were in the house actually. Someone was to thank for teaching them to her.

But when the Wen spoke as Rick suddenly slept on her sofa; which honestly she didnt mind one bit, she was thankful he had healed her right leg, her left leg was a absolute mangled mess. That big guy had broken her body pretty darn good beforestabbing her through. Forming from nothing a cane of a sort that looked to be made of roak wood Crane all but fell off the table as the Wen suddenly stood over her looking close at her

When the Wen spoke she stared confused; it was hungry that was true. but what it meant of her... what was it meaning exactly ? But the notion of eating Cran forced herself to her feet and stood on her right leg. She regarded the Wen carefully,. "What... exactly do your kind eat ?" It wasnt as if she had scrap metal or the like it could chow down on without a problem. Far from it.

If she knew exactly what a Wen ate; perhaps she could conjure something ? her gaze went briefly to Rick. Then she turned back to the Wen. A soft smile on her face as she said softly "Thank you" She meant getting her home, to safety

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The wen fidgeted and followed on its haunches as Crane stood up. When she asked what it ate that much it understood. It had to list types of things it ate. Whether Crane would like the answer was beyond its understanding as the Wen's voice intoned, "We eat all. Stone. Dirt. Metal. Rot. Umbralkind. Scourgekind. Celestialkind. Daemonkind. Outerkind. Conduit Humankind so may feed Humankind. Food makes small shines."

She she thanked it the Wen just cocked its head, "I serve Humankind. Does Conduit need inside now? Must have better modus."

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Stone dirt, metal... Rot? Did it mean trash or compost ? Crane briefly wondered, well it already DID eat all her known trash. A window opened as she waved towards it. The wind and air channeled a good sized pile of ash, composted leaves and what had to have been a bashed up sedan she'd dragged home some time before because of an old hobby of hers to play around with Metal to make stuff thanks to the pearls. "I dont have much metal lately" Making models and otherwise out of a broken down useless car or bus she'd happen to grab from a junkyard for cheap {free, stolen, whatever} brought in a hefty payment.

So for the moment the ash had to do, it was basically dirt and stone anyhow. Little gemstones glittered asshe held her hand out; glittering a deep pink the Shardis sparkled in her hands as the air channeled in the ash for the Wen to have a snack.

Had any of the ash landed in her open hand it turned swiftly to black topsoil, then quickly grew thick green grass before she scattered it away. Sometimes the Pearls were active, too active. She motioned to the filtering ash. as long as the Wen wanted to eat, the ash would filter into a nice neat pile on the table. "Bon appite" She said simply, meaning "Enjoy"

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The wen cocked its head as the material gathered on the table. Dutiful it waited until told that it could consume before it turned to the kitchen table. It looked at Crane with its pale eyes saying, "No metal okay. We will persevere. We eat."

That end to the Wen included the duly gestured table in the pile of food. The interior of its mouth frothed black as the gripping surface of an organic chainsaw and grinder writhed into activity. The beak stretched wide as it put the beak jaw deep onto the table surface with black threads pounding through detritus and wrapping around the metal. Loud cracking is heard as everything on the table and the furniture itself is dragged into the grinding maw. Like draining into a whirlpool the ash rapidly vanishes as layered helical tendrils of motes scurry to locate purchase further on cramming more table inside. Metal creaks and bends as the table cracks slowly folding the 'prey' to consume the whole like some anaconda. The grinding noise was fairly loud as it started consuming fractured table, ash, leaves, and bits of sundered metal.

It likely made one wonder what kind of base creature could order the Wen to do such a thing to the living. Especially with as little compunction against raw destruction as the Wen possessed.

The setting changes from Lady Une Drive to Silver Palace Entrance Hall

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What was odd however was that even though Sazhori, clad in a black skintight jumpsuit, her pale skin glittering under the light of the massive Silver Palace of the Courts of Light, appeared as a Human, she wasnt. She was only appearing as such. Yet. She was mesmerised by the creatre, it just stood there on all four legs

Like a bulldog hit one too many times in the face with with a plank of wood

But that didnt matter. No, Sazhori was now greatly curious of the Wen and what it could do. But it was oddly huge comnpared to what sge really simply nodded. She watched as it opened, moving slightly, it had an opening, it matched.... herself ?

She stared, the shape of the opening was.... her... well sort of; the opening even had space for the feathers on her shoulders and legs!

It also looked rather enticing! Inviting her inside. What she could see was apparently starfields, like when traveling through the portal from the Mythic Realm to the Mortal Realm

Sazhori stepped closer; briefly scared, taking a deep breath she stepped into the opening and instantly saw starscapes spinning around her. Dheer beauty.

She felt...... stronger too, like she had when she had first received Lights' Blessing so long before

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The Wen were engines of transfiguration, the resort of a kingdom of mages limited by the venue of the soul to combat deific power. Human frames were limited by the energies they could conduct. Limited by the energy they could store safely. Limited by the frailty of the human form. The Wen abrogated all these concerns allowing the soul to shape the body into the form inner mind found ideal. Now its only limitations were the focus of the conduit through which the Wen took action and the power that conduit could learn to wield.

The Wen were aetheric power unladen by the weaknesses of the body. Despite infirmity or disease that might curse the flesh the Wen would remain with arms as strong as the will that drove them. The original body would remain, dematerialized, that the conduit could return if it suited them. It prevented them from aging as well as damage save for that which displaced the interior with explosions. It felt almost as if she had the power to sprain her own muscles they twitched with so much strength. The Wen could easily heft a car in their own form. A trained master of combat arts could shoulder the blow of a dragon with their forearm and a stern eye. In the flesh one had to reach for power; in this engine power fought to get in. Woe betide those who shoulder more than their will can take.

In that starfield came a flood of nebula as the Wen itself awoke and mustered its power in Sazhori's name. Inside it a groggy wriggling voice squirming around her own, the Wen itself. With Myrkul again focused the Wen's own Mind awoke along the colors with a view of the world that took shape as Sazhori saw it. Any etheric sight she could use now a flick of the mind as the Wen's own power sustained it. She had an innate sense of its internal capacity as well as the Id of Myrkul that loomed translucently above the horizon a vestige of its presence in the Wen's mind. If she did not regard Myrkul the mountain writ into and above the sky would not perceive her. There was also at her disposal the Way that served as the network of communication among Myrkul's subbeings. It even could reach out to Light if Sazhori called her name.

At the touch of the Way it would become apparent the call to arms the Living Emperor had sent to defend the Crystal Palace. That the skies above had erupted into wrath. If the ideal being the engine of transfiguration had undertaken for Sazori had wings they would feel ready to take her into the sky. The Wen's anxious mind if nothing else ready to pound its way up the castle walls.

It called her from somewhere indistinct inside her mind, "Conduit. Wen serves. Wen hears you. Wen becomes you. Now, conduit is more."

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Zhou watched with glowing eager eyes straining to see what the first transfiguration he'd seen in the depths of time would become. In that moment just the whistling concordant notes from his fluted body issued from his form.

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Crane still smiled as she watched the Wen eat, scarfing down both te ash and table, well, that was unsepected. nevertheless, it could feed off ash. It was after all, dirt, in another form at least. She smiled, the table was going to return on its own, there wasnt any problems there.

Crane limped over to Rick, she shook him, but he only snored loudly, She sprang back a bit, her hand waving in frpont of her face at the scent. Man what the heck did he eat ? She stumbled as her can reformed for support around her busted leg. Seeing the Wen eat reminded herof certain animals and how they ate; this was most interesting to observe.

The fact it made gemstones of various sizes upon finishing eating made it much more interesting to watch. Any man in his greed would want a wen to eat pretty much whatever in order to make rare gemstones. The mere fact it sounded forlorn when she didnt have any metal it could eat made her remember briefly the nextdoor building, a tested hulk of rebar and stonework.

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The rest was the best he ever had. Rick's fatigue was still immense, but he was no longer physically struggling to keep his legs from buckling from the sheer lack of energy. The nap had allowed the bacon strips he made to digest properly and replenish his energy.

"Urgh," Rick groaned as he shifted himself into a seated position on the sofa. "Haven't ached this much since I volunteered at the clinic during some invasion," he said, "Alright then," He then stood up and headed to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. Once refreshed, Rick returned to Crane and began work on fixing her last leg. The words returned in the droning hum as his hands glowed with energy. Though he still ached, he had enough energy to continue his work, maybe enough to apply finishing touches, but absolutely enough to allow her to walk again.

Soon enough, he was finally done, and Rick once more dropped onto the sofa.

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Dextra and Herold had finished their mission to retrieve The Necklace of Fiedre, a necklace said to hold power within each of it's rubies. One of the many clans in the south had made their way to a small village a long ways from here, where it was hidden for 300 years. The village had sent out an urgent call for the Chinese Zodiac Clan. Dextra and Herold took the job.


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Now they were on their way back to the clan, necklace safe in tow. It wasn't like them to walk, but on the way to the bar where they were told one of the southern clan member was going to go to sell the necklace, they saw the Silver Palace. Dextra really wanted to check it out before they left for home, despite Herold's stern no's and it would get them in trouble. Now, by the entrance were a few people she hadn't seen before.

Herold walked behind her, he always did, and sternly warned, "We need to get this necklace back to Leader Jaw-long." His hand ruffled the back of his head, "You know how he gets when we get off cou-." It was no use though, she had already made her way to the entrance and peeked around them.


"What's going on over here? Need any help?" Dextra asked with a smile.

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The Wen finished eating the table as Rick woke up and perked to look toward the living room. It could sense the movement nearby and was staring at Rick as he walked into the kitchen. Its insides sound much like a distant blender gurgling on something too thick as Rick worked. After a fashion the Wen spat out two new gemstones that skitter across the floor. The first was a concretion of leftover repair bindings from the house deemed too foreign to digest safely. Neither were opals, per se, as much as fibrous psimass concretions which lent a fibrous asterism much like that found in many star opals. The other was partly clear as an ejection of a tainted geomancy leftover in volcanic ash and meat. Both were around 100 carat each. The compacted magic in them squirms seeking a viable resting state or it would slowly discharge into the earth.

The Wen simply ignored them as the Owlbear-lookalike padded over to Rick and plunked its feathered behind on the carpeted floor. It stared protectively at the inert Humankind.

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When she stepped into the opening, she felt a rush of energy, blinking rapidly she felt... no pain reqally, just something holding her like in a gentle embrace. Finally she had wings! Yay wings, wait... Oh good they werent too large or cumbersom, but they were also black as her own feathers too!

The Wen spoke, she felt it more than heard it. A soft gentle feeling to be sure as it formed around her body to match what she was envisioning. her hematite eyes she felt briefly blinded before she could see anew, and somehow in brighter clearity. She never really wore silver, but she felt pinpricks on her shoulders, her feathers almost always hurt when she was younger after getting Lights blessing years before. QWhicxh allowed her to use her feathers like throwing knives and daggers. But they always veruy quickly regrew upon her shoulders or hips when she used them, never remaining in her fallen enemies bodies for more than scant seconds.

So, with that, with the coloration of the Wen in question it couldnt exactly go to black so it instead kept her feswthers on the shoulders, with long very graceful wings upon her back, silver feathers quicjkly formed upon her shoulders and like a belt. She felt taller too, she turned to Zhou, almost as if asking how she looked when she heard the two newcomers arrive.

"Oh hello!" Sazhori waved, almost wondering briefly who Dezxtra was before remembering briefly, though not clearly enouh as she may have been drunk but then remembering the face, had she met the woman before. "Do I know you from somewhere ? You look oddly familar" Sazhori never forgot a face. But somehow she forgot Dextra's name

Of course with the feathers on her shoulders, and the wings on her back thanks to the Wen molding with her, she felt oddly at peace, everything seemed.... well, correct in her body at that point, she didnt feel old, but she didnt feel any younger either. At that point the Wen felt more like a suit of armor.

Normally Sazhori wore a thin almost latex like catsuit without shoulders because of her feathers, but it was leather, thin like latex, yet strong and very beautiful combined with her feather skirt of a sort made her appear almost as if a model or even better. A beautiful young lady to be sure after Light blessed her. And now with the Wen, it made her even prettier.

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Zhou looked on with his lantern eyes as the Wen compressed inward according to the design of a new modus. Further than many had gone before and some for wise reasons. The compression of a Wen to such densities could safely conduct immense power though perhaps a poor container of energy. Even what seemed flesh would be difficult for even Zhou to pierce with his claws. It was an idea made real a perfect symmetry from what the soul demanded for a perfect body. Even the flesh of the modus body though soft, smooth, and tactile the skin may feel was no less a network of ferroplasm and psimass than the armor-looking flesh around it. The core contained the dematerialized fleshy parts and not an eyeball of flesh remained as long as Sazhori was safely ensconced inside the sarcophagus. A tingling awareness spread up the wings as the Wen's quiet consciousness affixed the limb to her physical mind as one that felt and moved as one quite real.

The Wen moved along her memories like a shadow just out of eyesight. Certainly but a mere shadow of the new modus now and passive servant the Wen's internal aspect rifled through memories looking for the Dextra's face and an attached name like a dog rooting in the cupboard for treats.

Zhou relaxed the shell of its body the metal dragon-souled Zhou the size of a two story house slowly lost his metallic lustre. The holes shrank as did his height now well pleased by the first Humankind taken a Wen in many years.

His voice was no less choral as the metal dragon had a quiet dreamy air to his whistling, ♫Her skin now Wen made humankind again. How much of Aetherkind shall she spill? Does she know to gird her strength to control a weapon formed from its rage? Time will tell if the power enable or consume.♫

The eyes now were in a smooth crinkling metal housing the size of a large truck though the saddle once clamped to his back now remained a massive backpack. It didn't do to threaten new humankind he met. It simply wasn't polite. The Zhou did stare at Dextra and Herold as the purple lantern-eyes blinked out for a moment to refresh themselves at that distance.

Zhou just made a fluted perking note as Zhou rose to clomp his way over, ♫*Hhhreen* New humankind come to see a Zhou of Myrkul's Vein at their destination's door. One of familiar type banished from valuable things, now. Still a dragon can't help but retain a certain fascination.♫

Zhou made his best friendly grin while unabashedly craning his long neck to look them over for the shiny bit of 'necklace'. Zhou had a very keen senses the air swirled in and out of his body. It was easy to tell close up to a keen arcane eye elemental powers of multiple types burned within the muscular brushed-steel grey chest. Just beyond some veil of planar network.