Exalted Mountains

The rat has arrived, coming from Exalted Mountains (West).

The rat descends into The Last Forge.

The rat has arrived, coming from Dorant Valley.

The rat has left the area, heading east into Whispering Woods.

Smaragdos has left the area, heading east into Whispering Woods.

Ni'Thorne turned his attention to the taunted one as a lightning bolt struck his hand. Ni'Thorne, unable to feel pain, was simply ticked that his favorite finger was plummeting down. No, not the Children's favorite- his was the useful one. The broken finger tumbled down the mountain leaving a drag in the trees.

Sheodin spoke of promises and of Masters. Ni'Thorne paused for a slim second in his movement. Eras broiled with rage at this! How dare! The light in the sky began to grow brighter. The clouds were beginning to shift away. The pink of the sky seemed to have subtly faded as well. So, who did Ni'Thorne serve?

Ni'Thorne didn't really have the time to get existential with the question. Ni'Thorne was fully aware that he lived and breathed through Eras in the beginning. Especially now he owed Eras his life but for what?
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In what might have been slow motion Ni'Thorne reached for the nearest peak to the right. His hand crumbled the peak as it clenched around it, bracing himself for the inevitable. The leg, officially detached, began it's descent to the east. It plummeted towards the mountain, breaking over the tops of them into two massive segments, crushing the border of the Whispering Woods, entombing all who suffered under the fall of Ni'Thorne's leg.

This enraged Eras, and had Ni'Thorne the Colossus version of distraught - berserk. With his free arm he swung for Sheodin. The great mass of mountain rained dirt as it sailed high through the sky. Now, Ni'Thorne was relatively stuck. Gaia's heart pulsed with hope.

Suddenly, a swirling vortex appears to the southwest. You can see something appear in that direction.

Meanwhile, Sheodin also floated amidst the Exalted Mountains. He stared down the great titan Ni’Thorne with swirling arcane energy in one palm and his bristling hammer in the other. The archmage started to charge another spell when the deafening explosion rocked the mountain range.

Wind billowed past Sheodin, but he stood resolute against the shockwave. He watched as the massive stone limb tumbled into the earth, wishing that he could do more to help those unfortunate to be underneath - but his power would be helpful elsewhere.

Sheodin grabbed his robe and spun away from Ni’Thorne’s flailing fist. He transformed into a cloud of billowing mist that reformed on the opposite side of the swing. As he recovered, a tingling sensation made the fur on his neck stand on edge. Static was rapidly building up in the air, and he could feel an inferno of magical power intrude on his senses like a rising sun. Low rolling thunder rumbled from beyond the horizon.

He reached out, grabbing a handful of air, and whispered into his clenched fist. Sheodin cast it away and it sped across the mountain range to any listening ear.

“Whoever hears this message. Flee. Take cover. Do whatever you must to survive. Gaia’s judgment is about to fall upon this titan of stone, and it will shake this land to its foundations. May Ha’Ari have mercy upon you.”

Looking out from his cubby hole at the centre of the great titan's stomach Riak, saw the damage, a soft sigh escaping his lips. shocked back into reality by the voice carried by the winds.
realising and sensing the oppressive presence of magic the Builder cast a simple but powerful spell upon himself. his arm turning to black smooth metal, he checked he could articulate his fingers; nodded when he could and then punched his fist into the rock of the cave, finishing his spell so that the rest of his flesh and form transformed into this same fantastical material he closed his eyes and froze. becoming a near-indestructible statue, but he in no way could interact with the world until the spell wore off but that could take as long as untold centuries.

Sheodin teleported away from Ni’Thorne, his spell leaving a concussive burst of energy in his wake to stun the titan. Time slowed from his perspective, and he saw the flying mountain soar into view. Veins of lightning danced across the molten surface, and a crown of red and white flames shrouded the mountain’s horizontal peak. The air rushed to get out of the missile’s way, but was compressed and heated before being shunted behind like a meteor’s contrail.

A moment passed - like a fraction of a heartbeat. The mountain range held its breath as the sky burned with magic and fire. Sheodin met the eyes of his doppelganger, and they stepped into one another. He slipped into the ethereal just as the uprooted and reforged island struck Ni’Thorne’s chest like the fist of an angry god.

BOOM!

A shockwave tore across the region. Forests were incinerated. Smaller meteors were launched for miles like grapeshot. The floating mountains spun and drifted from the cataclysmic impact. The earth itself trembled from the destructive power brought down upon the titan, and collateral damage swept across the land like a wildfire.

Sheodin’s heart was as heavy as the mutated hammer in his hand, but he hoped the lives lost would be an acceptable sacrifice in order to stop the sure destruction brought about by the Colossus.

Sheodin Thundermane vanishes into nothingness, but you get the feeling they are heading somewhere else.

Braigneth: The White Hand has arrived, coming from Whispering Woods.

Braigneth: The White Hand has left the area, heading northwest into Exalted Mountains (West).

As Sheodin landed his final blow, Eras screamed. Ni'Thorne reached out to the angered god, pleading, begging, to be given more to overcome this wreckening. Eras was not a kind God. Eras yanked from the great mass of Ni'thorne what was left.

Ni'thorne had failed.

A tidal wave of dust and debris cascaded down the form of the once great Titan as it crumbled in on itself. Chest cavity more a hole than anything else, the titan of stone falling to the gravity of Gaia below. A storm of rocks peppered the area surrounding Ni'thorne. The arms of the great titan flopped forward, folding around to hug the base of the newly formed flat topped mountain that moments ago was a Titan.

Ni'Thorne was dead, never to rise again.