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Lord Andolen Thatcher

A man stands before you, regal and dire. His countenance is that of an emperor, and it leaves little doubt that he is nobility.

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

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The Kingdom of Asylia functions as an empire, though their people find the distinction to be very important. To an Asylian, an Empire is something to be hated and fought against, but a Kingdom is respectable. Noble Even.
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Lord Andolen Thatcher, the leader of an army of mages and magic users organized and gathered together against the abuse and injustice inflicted upon their kind by the many different governments of the multiverse.

Andolen wields an ancient magic based on the primal forces of existence. By inscribing glyphs and channeling power into the inscriptions, he can imbue any object with primal energies and spells capable of warping the fabric of reality itself.

Lord Andolen Thatcher's armament has grown since the beginning of his campaign to topple the governments that cage and punish the mages within their borders. Three swords, enchanted to act upon his will when drawn so that his hands are freed to wield his magic. His armor is inscribed with arcane constructs that protect him from dangers physical, magical, mental and much else. His left gauntlet is inscribed with spells for the breaking and controlling of minds.

His powers are not limited there. Andolen is a genius, creating magic and spells at a whim to suit any situation he may find himself in, and he excels in maneuvering around his opponents and enemies, circumventing their capabilities and striking at their weaknesses.

Ambition, Will, and Power

Andolen Thatcher was born to a lower class elvish family that lived on the planet of Misrana, having come from a darker place where they were not welcome and not asked for. For the first decade of his life, he was happy. His family was not rich, but they did not suffer for food. They lived among friends, and they helped and were helped. It was a comfortable life, a happy one, they were content. At a young age he showed prowess with magic and all things arcane. And when this was discovered, he became the pride of his parents their friends.

Such was their woe, that a handful of people who lived as their neighbors were fearful of magic and it's implications. Out of that fear was born hate, and from that hatred was an unforgivable sin wrought. In the dead of night, Andolen's family and friends were murdered, to the very last. He alone survived, a child, left for dead beneath the corpse of the mother who had died to protect him. It would be no less than a day before he was able to force himself to crawl out from under her body and leave the bloodsoaked home where his happiness, and innocence, would be lost.

Being only a child, and knowing nothing of the ways of the world, Andolen went to those who's purpose it was to protect the innocent, only to find himself shunned for no other reason than because he was an elf. Even worse was that he was an orphan, and from a family with no money. He quickly realized that those virtues, justice and honor, meant nothing to those who had power. He was wroth with anger at their derliction, that they would take up false emblems and proclaim themselves keepers of peace and justice, yet turn a blind eye to the suffering of a child, no matter where that child may come from.

So Andolen was left to fend for himself in a place where no one wanted him or would help him. He was alone, and would have perished if not for his great mind and his greater power. For with his gift of magic, and his clever guile, he was able to steal what he needed to survive, escape from those who would chase him for it, and fight off those who would seek to take it from him.

In time, Andolen secured a name for himself in criminal circles, and he rose to prominence in the underworld, which suited him, having been shunned by the light. But though he had survived, he never forgot the injustice of his childhood, stolen in a moment by those filled with hatred. In time, he became a beacon for all who were abandoned and shunned. He accrued a following of lost and broken souls, and he gave them purpose, and fixed them. He became to them a true leader, a true protector, and they named him their lord and master.

Now, Lord Andolen Thatcher, he who was nothing, seeks to claim, by force if necessary, the rule of whole worlds.

"I do not care what anyone else may say or believe, injustice is NOT a natural part of the world. If you cannot protect those you rule over, then you have no right to rule over them."

So begins...

Lord Andolen Thatcher's Story

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The waves lapping at the shores of the caverns only just hide the crunching sound of the sand being stepped upon. This barely audible sound the only mark of the lone mans passing.

Hooded, covered in a cloak that fully obscures the entities features, the man or woman walks forth towards the caverns with a haste that can only be described as angry. They storm into the caverns and, once assured they are beyond sight, cast aside their cloak, revealing the pointed ears and noble features of Lord Andolen Thatcher.

Though normally Lord Andolen could be called handsome, on this day his normally serene and peaceful appearance is marred by a fury that creases his brow and burns in his eyes. A corner of his lip curls over his teeth, revealing the three pointed canines that mark him as a member of a unique race of elves known for being vicious and cruel barbarians, yet another falsehood perpetuated by those who despise their kind.

"Ithnir valentorthus thornya atra valien, Stenr un grindr haln" He spits his words, a hand tracing symbols in the air. As each symbol is traced, a light flares and the nearby stone and rock of the caverns becomes marked by his glyphs, giving substance to his spell.

After it is done he turns to the cavern itself, and speaks aloud. "I call to you, brothers and sisters, leaders and mentors, guardians and keepers. Come, come and let us speak freely and without fear, for I have granted us protection from the prying eyes of those who would be our downfall.. Come and hear what I have to say!" His voice, imperious and terrible, echoes in the cavern, and in the minds of mighty mages throughout the realms.

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A burst of white light. A change in surroundings.

Quinn arrived in the cavern in a flash of warm light. She fell a short distance toward the ground, landing ungracefully on her side. The large backpack which she carried hit the ground next to her - she felt briefly grateful that the rift didn't cause it to fall on top of her.

She muttered a four-lettered word as she lay there, feeling the pain. Her hand traced her side; at first she swore she had dislocated her leg, only to find a bruise. Baby, she thought. She placed a hand on the ground and pushed herself to a sitting position, grunting through the pain.

She gazed at the man chanting incantations. Her hand reached to her bag, pulling it close. She eyed the metal baseball bat in her bag for a moment, an item so large that the handle protruded from the top, contemplating whether or not she would need it. Her mouth spoke the first words that came to her mind.

"The fuck is this place?"

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Another shrouded boot in soft footfall struck the cavern floor of a being attracted by the words of a mage whatever his ancestry. It was a portal through the shadow realm easiest to reach from where he had been. The pyroclasm of a human was interesting but too undirected. A lack of focus singularly not useful. He left the human in the shadow plane. It was best, neither the supervolcano nor the human could destabilize one another from the dark lands.

The faintly embossed shadow metal armor made little noise as it left cloying shadow but for one like the rub of soft stone. What betrayed Hashim's presence as he crossed out of the dark was the acrid smell of weapon oil, gunpowder, and incense. The air carried from the transiting mage shadowy recollections of a violent memory. When he fully crossed from the umbral layer it was then made clear.

A burning orange glow came from a wall near Quinn. As he approached, Hashim, that smelled like a burning battlefield was just as alit. Bent down to her his voice crackled to Quinn in Loross, the netherese noble tongue, from the violence of magical fire that burnt in his helmet, "This place is interesting. Is that not enough? And you, I think, are surprisingly mundane to make such a call."

Hashim stood tall an imposing figure of over 2m and looked at the other mage in the room and chose to speak in common, "And there are so very many prying eyes. So that leaves you. How much more interesting. I have enough interest to listen to the pleas of the powerful. Ones that shout from my doorstep."

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"Even from the depths of the Warp...I could hear this 'message'" A figure spoke, voice as soft as velvet. And full of malice. A sorcerer of Chaos, in his suit of Power Armor appeared in a red mist. His sword lay by his side, curiosity was in his mind.

To go along and yell to the universe about a meeting of mages. This was a calculated risk, he could have brought a legion with him. Perhaps others would have tried to kill everyone here. So many possibilities...but quite frankly this meeting was far more interesting to listen to than try and interrupt. "Taking a risk with that message...you have gained my attention at least...

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In a moment of scatter-brained panic, Quinn recoiled away from the man standing above her. An old instinct took over; not two seconds went by before she was on her feet, the bat in her hands, drawing it from her bag and brandishing it as a knight would unsheath a blade for battle. Her haste almost caused her to lose her grip, yet she clung to it tight, holding it out in front of her in an act of intimidation. Her other hand found her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Her eyes bounced between the figures in the room, slowly backing away as she did; after all, she didn't wish to engage them.

Her composure began to return. How foolish she must look to these people right now; clad in a jean jacket emblazoned with patches, her faded jeans ripped at the knees (moreso out of negligence than as a fashion statement). Black combat boots adorned her feet, and a thick black belt was fastened tight around her waist. Brandishing a weapon almost reflexively - What are you, Quinn, a cop? - at people that had not done her any harm. Her hands slowly lowered the bat, letting it rest at her side. Her body remained tense, unsure of whether or not the others intended harm. She forced out a brief chuckle in an effort to seem less hostile, laughing at the impulsiveness of her actions as if their pointlessness was somehow humorous.

"Don't mind me. I don't want any trouble."

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Andolen raised a hand, and the baseball bat in quinn's hand flashed brilliantly white for a moment, before it vanished and was replaced by a slip of paper with a handful of marks on it.

"This is a peaceful meeting between great minds, great mages. I apologise for the inconvenience, but your weapons will be confiscated until we are adjourned." He said, his eyes looking down upon Quinn in a clear expression of distaste. "If that is not agreeable to you, then you are welcome to remove yourself from this space."

With that out of the way, Lord Andolen went back to waiting for the others to arrive.

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Andolen raised a hand, and the baseball bat in quinn's hand flashed brilliantly white for a moment, before it vanished and was replaced by a slip of paper with a handful of marks on it.

"This is a peaceful meeting between great minds, great mages. I apologise for the inconvenience, but your weapons will be confiscated until we are adjourned." He said, his eyes looking down upon Quinn in a clear expression of distaste. "If that is not agreeable to you, then you are welcome to remove yourself from this space."

With that out of the way, Lord Andolen went back to waiting for the others to arrive.

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After waiting for several minutes, Andolen Raised an eyebrow and sighed. "It would seem I overestimated the abilities of those who dwell in this sector. I had hoped for a couple of people in particular, but It would seem that they are otherwise occupied."

The Elf Princeling then turned back to those who had gathered, looking between the chaos sorcerer and the entity of flame. He nodded and began.

"I have called for a single purpose. The Downfall of the current Regime. The Imperium of Man, the Aschen Empire, The Taiyou, and many others besides, have seen fit to cast down we who wield powers of the mind. Those of us capable of bending the very nature of the world to our will. They fear us, and so they hate us. This is natural, as any strong being should rightfully be feared and respected by lesser entities, however.." And here he paused with a grimace. "Instead of being respected, our kind are being punished merely for existing. This is more apparent in the Aschen Empire than in the Imperium, where our kind are tolerated at best. However, recent events have come to light that prove that those in power have no respect for the sanctity of life. A drug has been created that, to normal beings it is little more than an irritant. But to those of us with magic in our blood, it is a singularly evil concoction, that turns our own power into our demise. Once introduced to our system, we are left with only two options, to constantly release the surging power within us, a path that causes mass destruction and loss of life..."

Andolen sighed, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. "And then there is the other option.... To avoid.. to avoid being the source of mass destruction and mayhem, a mage afflicted by the drug elysium must constrain the overwhelming power within their bodies. Doing so causes severe and overwhelming pain, and death. It is a horrible way to die."

Lord Andolen shook his head and sighed. "You may have heard of a recent incident in wing city. A young girl, a geomancer if I understand the implications correctly, was dosed with this drug this... elysium. The result was... incalculable. But that is not what makes this inexcusable. The creator of the drug, the true perpetrator of this heinous act, has vanished and is not even being sought after. Meanwhile, the girl who... somehow survived the overwhelming influx of energies in her system, is being hunted as a criminal by the imperium for the destruction. She has been blamed for something she had no control over, for no other reason than because she is a wielder of magic."

Andolen grimaced and looked at the group. "This is the final straw. If they are so ignorant and Arrogant as to blame us for their own crimes, then they have not the right to rule. I seek assistance, for I intend to take down their seats of power, and remove them from their false thrones."

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"Oho...I heard of this 'Elysium' before. My fellow brothers decided to partake in blood which had traces of the drug. It was rather interesting to see how both the immatirial beings and how mortal men handle such a thing in their system. Although it is indeed and irritant apparently it can also cause some to become...more powerful to simply put it...Just like any drug if taken in extreme doses it has some side effect, for us however just a small dose would cause us and everything nearby to suffer..."

"Such a thing is indeed dangerious, but as for removing those that sit comfortably with power and force us to hide in the shadows...I have...something...planned but as for the moment you have the help of Chaos for now, we wish for the Imperium to be destroyed and you wish to dethrone all the petty nations that ridicule people with power. I wonder though...You would try and dethrone a nation that causes more good than harm...at least not morally of course. The Imperium...you want to dethrone them? I have nothing against your decision but indulge me...Would you cause more damage in the future with them out of the picture? Or do you believe their end will bring good upon all?..." The sorcerer chuckled to himself.

"Wing City, that miserable place engulfed in endless strife. Ever since the Imperium arrived they have been regarded as the cities saviors, every invasion...they are always the first to respond, the first to save lives, always acting...The man who made Elysium was supposedly apprehended by them, only for them and him to be taken away into a void...they save lives...they are one of the few to inspire 'hope' in people...As long as those who use magic are kept under watch there is no need for them to worry...but despite all this you still want to destroy them?...I like that...Bloodshed begits bloodshed, the never ending cycle of war...You truly have our help..."

Oh the day that the Imperium with all their righteous justice would attract people to stop them. Truly this universe was strange indeed, but it was very...interesting...But in the end this would prove to be very favorable to the Dark Gods. In the end, revenge with gain revenge until it becomes an eternal rivalry. And with that, that means more blood that can be shed...and he was glad to assist.

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A pungent odor came from the side of the room, like that of a skunk. Quinn stood with something like a roll of paper in her mouth. She exhaled a white cloud, before putting the joint out against the floor and returning it to her pocket.

"Sorry. It's medicinal."

There it was. Zen. Level head, body ready to spring. Her body became loose as the effects of the sativa took effect. Panic vanished, replaced by an intoxicating calm.

A sense of insecurity came from being unarmed. Her only defense if the men proved to be hostile would be to run - granted, that should prove no challenge. Her legs had carried her away from from rivals, security guards, riot cops; a few heavily encumbered men were no threat to her. The realization gave her a sense of reassurance.

"I would politely appreciate knowing where the fuck I am right now."

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Hashim turned to the demon then to Andolen, "As I am less dogmatic than some I am inclined to agree with the demonkind in that it is unwise to create such a power vacuum. I have no heart in me nor does any of Myrkul's own by the mada elysium is of no direct concern. However, if you are inclined to replace the power with rule by mages of one stripe or another as the rightful holders of all power I have no objection."

With a swipe of his hand gestured widely, "Those mired in banal normalcy have no business ruling humankind. They are inferior and wholly unfit but to be directed by their betters."

He slowly turned to put a gauntleted hand on Quinn's head using the lilting voice one would use on a cat or dog instead of looking at her, "And you are with your betters, mundane. Empty your mind of foreign utility and be calm. We may give purpose to your blank slate when it is needed of you."

Hashim continued to the demon and mage, "I am in a position to be made aware of the activities and state of the Imperium. It is unstable and fanatical taken on a dogmatic view as their emperor as aetherkind. It weakens them greatly. I suggest you act before the risen Primarchs and the "Living Emperor" break down the chains of divine fanaticism. Empowered as mundane men you may find them with more allies than their current xenophobic habits."

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Andolen nodded in turn to the chaos sorcerer and to Hashim as they each gave voice to their own position in the matter. He responded in particular to Hashim saying "I know well the window closes, which is why I called this meeting now, rather than at the date I had originally intended."

"You are right to say that the imperium is in a state of weakness. They are fanatic, and while their emperor whom they deem so glorious will correct that overzealousness in time, they stand currently in the belief that they are at their greatest moment. Pride has raised them high upon it's mantle...."

And here Andolen looked to Quinn, with a smile in his eye. "And thus now is the time to cast them down, where they shall break the most from the great fall."

Andolen was silent, turning his back to the others as he quickly calculated risks and determined his best course to follow. For a few seconds he said nothing, and then "I've been planning this long, intending to slowly close the trap around the fools while waiting for my forces and influence to grow enough to be sufficient for the means." He turned back to the group. "With you joining me, I need no longer wait, and so I will share with you my plan."


He waved his hand at several walls marked in runes throughout the caves. "Over the past few decades I and my followers have been laboring to create hidden gateways between this place and all other vital locations across this planet, indeed across the sector. Of particular note are those over yonder." he gestured to a series of gates marked with a symbol like a circle within a circle and crossed over with an 'x'. Those gateways lead to Terra's city hall, Police station headquarters, several larger media coverage companies, the star port, and so on."

He nodded to Hashim. "Being of the stature you are, with the power you wield, I would ask of you to take to the Police station headquarters and do what you must to shut them down. Contain them if you can, kill them if you must, but ensure that their armory and all their weapons and tools are beyond their reach."

He then nodded to the Chaos Sorcerer. "I had originally intended to get the space marines focus in a large and open area where my men would be better equipped to take them out. Put them out in the open with no cover, as it were. The space port seemed the best place to do this, but as of yet I had no real idea of how to draw them out." He smiled as he said "I do believe that you would have no trouble finding a way."

And finally to Quinn he said. "All of this must be very confusing for you, but allow me to explain in a way that works best for your mind. I intend to incite riots, instigate revolt, and bring about anarchy. I've invited you to join the party. You can go break whatever you want, destroy whatever you want, and generally do whatever you want. My only request is you keep the body count to a reasonable number."

He paused and then said "And this is an open invitation, so bring your friends, tell all the kids and young folk that, in twenty four hours, they can do whatever they want, and the police won't stop them."

He then turned back to the group and nodded. "I've said my piece, we've deliberated. Are there any final words or suggestions before we begin?"

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"Draw the Space Marines out in the open? That is indeed a good idea, however you just remember they do control the orbit around the planet. Not only are they capable of deep striking your position, many attempts to draw them in the open would instead only have them target orbital batteries in the area to get rid of key targets. Even then if we manage to somehow concentrate their forces at beast we will only gather a few squads out of the 1000 marines per company if they are still sticking to their oh so mandatory doctrine." The Sorcerer started as he began to point out flaws.

"First off...the Imperial Guard forces have possibly finished rebuilding and may have fortified the repaired areas of the city... Chances are they will have access to all kinds of mechanical toys to put chips in the plan. Not to mention their...Emperor...and his sons are gathering as we speak and will no doubt be on Terra. And for the riots and revolts...keep in mind most of the population actually like Imperial rule. No doubt plenty of propaganda to be the cause for this and their actions... And for the police station, the Imperial Guard can just use soldiers as military police to substitute the loss of a police station." The sorcerer went on with small flaws.

"And that is not including any would be 'heros' to help stop your forces. There are many people on Terra which would help the Imperium since in some peoples words 'At least they are not part of the millionth invasion who have come to wreck shit' and I can say that some people do have some power indeed..." The sorcerer continued with more flaws.

"They have dug in well, you should have used the disasters sooner before they could gain a strong foothold for a higher chance at success...Although I can contetrate their forces, I cannot do it in large scale. I can lure in the elites of their first company to the landing pad but other than that you will be up for everything else. It be best to work around all these tid bits if you even want a remote of a cchance to damage the Imperium...Did I also mention that other factions also defend Terra? They may also play their hand in your opposition...The deck seems stacked against you, and with so little elite supporters our plan is bound to fail unless everything can go as planed but much better. These are but my thoughts...nothing more..." The sorcerer said his peace.

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Quinn's head tilted sideways. "Well, now, perhaps I was brought here with a purpose."

She felt confusion turn into purpose. Liberation on her home world had been her lifelong goal; if her talents could be used in this one, this Multiverse might have some potential yet. The how's and why's of how she got here became inconsequential. You know the drill, Quinn.

"Rioting, revolution.... None of these things can happen without awareness. I say that our first step should be to inform the people; they'll do the rest once they know what's up. Then we can rush that police station." She spoke with a newfound sense of comfort; these people now felt like allies.

Her hand reached into her bag and emerged with a metal can. "Rustoleum" was imprinted on the front, along with the words "Spray Paint". She tossed it in the air and caught it as it came down, listening to the familiar rattle inside. A satistfying sound, she thought. She fantasized about painting messages of truth on the walls, covering propaganda messages with a flick of her wrist. Maybe a couple tags, too, who knows.

"But, you know, I'm just the new girl here."

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A well dressed and noble figure stood in the dereliction and decay of the alley, as contrasting an image as could be imagined. He stood, unseen by any who happened to pass by, in a circle of runes and sigils that were the tools of his craft.

He was waiting, his eyes unrelentingly focused on the entryway to the alley. He had sent a message to the man he sought to meet, and had put the full implications and urgency the situation demanded. And yet he was still waiting.

Andolen Thatcher grit his teeth and grimaced, his face twisted in a scowl that was the seemingly permanent expression it wore. It was said that he was a handsome elf, even more so than that kind usually are, but such could only be seen in his sleep, when his face was no longer twisted by thought and concern.

His ears twitched and he tapped his fingers across the pommel of the sword at his right hip. Galacia it was, with it's sister Abnul upon his other hip, and their brother Magoro upon his back. The blades were enchanted to act upon his mere thought and will when drawn, freeing his hands to weave spells. Galacia and Abnul were curved in slight and shallow S shapes, the were short and oddly curved, and the hilts were one sided, with the other in the appearance of a sort of locking mechanism. Both blades were serrated on the outside of their curves, and clearly made with the intent of shredding enemies. Magoro was built with a hilt and long handle made to accommodate a broad sword, yet the blade itself was thin and stout, like a longsword. It was an ensemble Andolen had designed himself, and was proud of. Alone, each of the three blades served unique purposes. Galacia and Abnul were balanced like throwing knives, and designed to act as spinning weapons that would attack and defend according to Andolens will, their structure assisting in their use via magic. Magoro was made for the countering of enemy attacks that Galacia and Abnul could not stop. In addition, all three blades fit together, Galacia and Abnul adjoining to Magoro's hilt to create a single broadsword with three blades, that was only ever used as a final resort.

Such interesting weapons were only one part of Andolen's arsenal. It was apparent from his appearance that he was a man with war in his intent. Two sling pouches crossed over his chest, which was covered by a long tailed coat. His left arm was covered in plates of armor, and a gauntlet in which an large gemstone dully glowed covered his hand. A shirt of crystal mail shimmered from where it could be seen in the small gaps under the coat. Two greaves of strong crystal forged steel served as his boots. Upon the knee of either was a small gemstone, and adorning the ankles were carved wings. A satchel hung in the small of his back from a belt.

He began to tap his armored toe, his patience wearing thin as he awaited his would be charge.

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Clack. Clack.

Walking down the streets to try and find his way about, Cole found himself being called to strange places by strange people once more. He was no stranger to strangeness, however the oddities this situation presented were bountiful. Someone wanted to see him of all people. And judging by the surroundings, this wasn't some interview. In fact, everything about this screamed trap...either that, or meth heads. And meth heads weren't cool either. Remember, don't do drugs. Came to mind as he walked.

On route, the voice of Gray his intelligent sword spoke up within his mind. "Oi, you just gonna dawdle about or are you going to pick up the pace a bit more? This place gives me the creeps, y'know?! Fuckin' awful."

Shaking his head, Cole pointed to their destination: approaching the turn that would lead the two of them into the dead end. "Nah, see? No need to hurry, we're already here." This was spoken out loud while Gray spoke through telepathy. An odd pair, making him seem even more odd than the situation they were currently in. His voice would be clearly heard by the Elven man who was waiting with Cole turning the corner with his blade in hand, looking down to it and speaking out loud before looking up with a small nod. "Yo, sir...?"

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Andolen's grimace grew even tighter at the sight of the would be mayor. "About time. I would have thought a prospective government overseer would move with a bit more urgency, or is such a thing simply not in your mind at the moment?"

He waved his hand, not bothering to wait for a reply. "Understandable, considering the state of things. But I digress. My name is Lord Andolen Thatcher. You may refer to me as Lord Thatcher, or if you prefer, as "my Benafactor" from this point forward."

"I will get straight to the point with as little dawdling as possible. You hope to become mayor of this city. And that hope is failing, which I intend to correct. Before you ask any stupid questions, I am not doing this out of the kindness of my heart. You taking control of this city suits my ends, and your own, though that's not my concern. Be not a fool, I do not do anything for you, regardless however you may benefit. I do not tell you this seeking to dissuade or upset you, I only intend to make my motives clear from the beginning."

"This city has suffered for decades, this planet has suffered. In the last year alone it has been invaded by no less than three armies, suffered mutiple cataclysmic magical disruptions, and been used as a battle ground for over enthusiastic gods and goddesses. Despite this, It's people, YOUR people, have always shown pride in their ability to withstand whatever storm they must weather, an admirable quality to be sure."

Andolen sighed, and rubs his brow. "But the latest of these calamities has been, perhaps, the final straw. This city now lies all but completely under the control of the xenophobic governing rule of the Imperium of Man. Furthermore, the unfortunate circumstance that brought about that calamity involved a mage, who has suffered greatly because of the event. Despite the obvious extenuating circumstances, mages are now more than ever held quite a poor light and I fear that it may lead to... desperate measures being taken against them. With the imperium in control, such measures are quite a strong possibility."

"I cannot allow all I have worked for fail. And that is where you come in..."

Andolen's tone of voice and imperious presence gave few chances to respond to him, and even though it gave the impression of arrogance and vanity, there was also the underlying key of passion and commitment. The man obviously had flaws, anyone could see that. But few would also see the sincerity that drove him.

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Character Portrait: Cole Maibara Character Portrait: Lord Andolen Thatcher

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All manner of goofiness and strangeness left Cole's demeanor as he listened to the man, sheathing his blade and running mate with his arms now crossed, staring towards Andolen. Though this man spoke of his concerns, and was rather passionate in voicing his opinion, Cole's expression remained unchanged as he watched and listened. Seems this was about the election after all, but it wasn't a trap. That was good...

Once he stopped to say 『that's where you come in』 he spoke up. 「My hope of becoming mayor is failing...the imperium...and mages being held in a poor light...」 Cole rubbed his chin and examined the man carefully before raising an eyebrow. 「I think I have a general idea of where this is going, and I'm going to have to say - I'm not making any moves against any of the other candidates if that's what this is about. That includes the Imperium, the rebellious Terrans, and the TNG. As much as I may not like the Imperium's policies right now, they're not in power.」 He adjusted his position with a raised eyebrow now to the man. 「Unless this is about something else...in which case, I'm listening.」

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Andolen laughed, he honestly laughed at Cole's naivete. "Not in power? Have you looked around you lately? They have over ten thousand soldiers stationed in this city alone, who knows what else they're hiding in orbit or in the darker parts of the planet. For all intents and purposes, you fool, they ARE in power. Given the slightest provocation, the tiniest reason, they will happily, and I do mean happily, take full charge of this planet. It is a damn miracle that they haven't ordered an exterminatus based solely on the number of alien and magical entities that reside on this planet. They have the capability, and they are most definitely in a position to take control by force if they so desire."

Andolen sighed, leaning against a grimy wall, oblivious to the ruin it did to his clothes. "Ironic isn't it? We managed to fight of invasion after invasion after invasion, facing each new threat with stoic determination, and more often than not grudging indifference. And yet, the one invasion that succeeded was the one where no shots were fired." He shook his head then. "And now, if shots are fired, it could result in the greatest act of bloodshed ever found, so much so that even the chaos god of blood may sicken of over indulgence."

He ruminated for a bit, before saying. "To be frank, I don't absolutely require you to be mayor, I just have to insure that the imperium does NOT take that control. It'd certainly help me if you did become mayor, yes indeed, but so long as the imperium is removed and quickly." He nodded at Cole there "As to what this is about, you need more support. I'm here to provide it. Funds, labor, anything you need, I can give you. The only reason your meeting me here and not in better company is because I don't want my involvement known. While the imperium may not officially have control here, they most certainly have a lot of guns, and if they knew I was on the planet, then they would most certainly come after me. So, I trust your discretion in this."

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Over the course of several weeks, over three hundred men and women had gathered in secret camps along the stretch of the beach. It had taken months of preparation, but now everything was ready.

The three hundred acolytes gathered and formed into groups, and these groups began the ritual summonings to open portals to another realm. Within a few hours, the portals would be complete, and the conquest would begin.

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As the camp had gathered together to unleash their conquest, a long figure would soon take to the scene armed with little more than a sword and a black cloth hakama. He stood in the face of this rather large force. "Halt! I do not know what intentions you all have however I will warn you all. Go back from whence you came, this planet is peaceful. And in order to protect that peace I will stop you." The man spoke without fear.

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A few of the acolytes paused, only to hasten back to work at the call of a nearby woman. "Keep going.. I'll take care of this." She said, as she strode forth.

She walked with the assured, arrogant gait of a woman used to getting her way, and the forceful method of one who was usually the cause of her getting her way. Her garments consisted of long cotton pants and a fitted cotton tunic, over which she wore a leather jacket studded with iron. The muscles in her body were clear and evident, almost unseemly they were in a woman. Her arms were bare save for a pair of gauntlets, and even as the lone man watched those gauntlets shimmered, as magic waved over them, they increased in size from the dainty hands of a woman, to the massive fists of a gorilla.

She rotated her hands, inspecting the work and making sure it was complete, before she clapped them together. Immediatly, magic arced across them, and she seperated her hands with effort, and in between them energy and power arced, as a gravity singularity formed.

Without warning or preamble she proceeded to throw this singularity at the man. It pulled everything towards it as it flew, rocks and dirt and small plant matter all were pulled towards it and crushed into it's center, forming a mass of matter that eventually became a medium sized boulder, hurtling towards it's target.

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"Hostile then...so be it..." The man spoke to himself as he held the handle of his blade with his hand. Gravity Singularity, cutting the stone would do no good, he would be dragged along with it from the singularity. The best option for him was...

Dodge...Despite his normal appearance his speed was much quicker that what he seemed capable of. Running to the side at a safe distance where he would not be dragged close enough to the gravity singularity. The man would soon charge forward keeping his guard up. Mages...its was gonna be a tough fight...

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Even as he had dodged the attack, the woman had anticipated his action and was positioned to meet him, a fist cocked back and ready to strike, gravitational energy surging to enhance her attack. "Take THIS!" She shouted, throwing a punch that could shatter stone and crater the earth!

The other acolytes continued, albeit with slightly more haste than before. The gates had to be ready for the army to come through, otherwise the conquest would be dead before it even began!

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The man was alredy prepared to engage in close combat. With the sound of steel being unsheathed, the man would arc backward as the fist was about to hit him. Using his momentum to slide forward he would swing his blade at the woman's midsection. "Right back at you!" He called out as his blade, sharp enough to cut a tank in half.