((we've still got at least one more post for my sidequest. Just wait a little longer and we'll be done. But I'd like to come back to my campaign later to continue helping the Technologists, I need to introduce Ainar to Toricas for the first time.))
*Within mere minutes the remaining Nodes are wired up and ready to go. The Sharp Warrior hovers over the center of the Mesa above the stone Monolith as The Tech Warrior finishes up.*
Everyone! I'M GETTING US THE HELL OUTTA HERE!
*Mists form around everyone, including Wolfz and Tanya ((they may be in warrior form, but I forgot the exact title...)) and the world begins to dissolve. The last thing that can be seen is a huge explosion enveloping the remaining Nodes. The blast if deafening, blinding, silencing, numbing, and mind shattering all at the same time. The human mind simply cannot comprehend what is happening at this moment in time. Six Nodes bneing wiped from existance. There is only one word for this occurence.*
*Annilation*
((compliments to Jans Viper for that last bit, from "The Blast is..." on))
*With the destruction of the Life Node, memories of each person's days come flooding back, images of a childhood, however long ago it may have been, for some it was longer than others. Images of their loved ones and hated enemies. Images of their allies. Images of slain Mages. Images of Ainar carrying them away in great magestic hands of the purest white, and the vilest black.... and then, it was over. All at once the entire group awakened in the Sanctuary, it had been days since the Mages were struck a blow at the Mesa, everyone had returned to their normal forms. Medics and doctors stood over them flabberghasted as they awoke. They had seemed to be in a sort of trance that nothing could reverse, technological or magical, all except for Ainar. He had been standing watch ove rthem all the while, his skin now as molten metal in small patches, almost as if it were alive.*
"We have strucka blow that will force the balance to become closer to the goal we all seek, but the Magi Hand Nation is still out there, and they still long for our extinction. I have seen the future, and I know that this near-balance is still in their favor, and will slowly slip back to them."
*Ainar walks away from the others, a secluded spot, and begins to stare at the Turaman*
~~Back at the Mesa~~
*All that remains is the small shards of Iron and the Monolith, stretching from the ground the where the top of the mesa had been. As the wind blows around it, the sides form into twelve perfect faces and shatter along the edges. The towering Monolith glows from within and the twelve sides fall to the ground, each glowing a different color while the center glows brightest of all. It belongs not to any of the 12 Nodes, but to itself. It glows with a pulsing light of the times to come, it is a new form of Magic, a new beginning.*
~~Back at The Snactuary once more~~
*The patches of living metal across Ainar skin pulse with light as the Monolith had been.*
"Yes... A new beginning, the true balance will reamerge..."
