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(Solomon's nightmare battle with Magnus)
[Tue Mar 12 2024]
In a lavishly cozy master bedroom
As you step into this opulent space, you are immediately enveloped in a sense of tranquility and warmth. The room is bathed in soft, warm lighting, casting a gentle glow that enhances the natural beauty of the oak furniture. A large oak wardrobe stands tall against one wall, providing ample storage space for clothing and personal belongings. Its smooth finish and elegant handles add a touch of sophistication to the decor. The oak flooring beneath your feet adds a sense of grounding and stability to the interior design, while a soft, plush rug in a complementary shade adds an extra layer of comfort. The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, carefully chosen to complement the natural beauty of the oak furniture. The centerpiece of the lavishly furnished room is a grand oak bed with a headboard intricately carved with delicate motifs, showcasing the craftsmanship that went into its creation. The soft mattress is adorned with plush, sumptuous bedding in rich earth tones, inviting the beholder to sink into its embrace after a long day. To one side of the bed, a cozy seating area next to a fireplace allows you to unwind and relax. A pair of plush armchairs, upholstered in a luxurious fabric are nestled around a small oak coffee table, creating the perfect spot for sipping a cup of tea or indulging in a good book.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Solomon says "Where are you? I hear you there. I can hear your heartbeat."
Magnus says "I am here. This is Magnus Kron. Do you wish to battle?"
Solomon says "There are rules, Kron, to the world. I do not seek violence, but I am not afraid of it. Your power will serve those I serve."
Laughing, Magnus slides his broadsword out of it's sheath and says, "I am beholden to no man, god, or beast. Speak with me on who you serve that I may learn from them. For I am a scholar, not a pawn."
Solomon says, shifting his hand on his own long sword. "I am Solomon Inigo. Those I serve have many names, Kron -- for they are Legion." He scans the nightmare with terrible red eyes, his breathing in and out. "But if you are a scholar? We have knowledge you may desire." Temptation, even here.
"The cult of The Damned may perhaps have knowledge, but it is not without a price. My writings are on the path of Gods and how those of their blood perform Apotheosis, to rise up and become powers that change the world with their whims. For those that come behind, to leave a legacy of good in our wake." Magnus raises his sword and charges forward, giving a slash downwards to put Solomon on guard.
Stepping back, Solomon chants, low -- a brief call as he makes a slash with his hand. As he does, some bloody tear in reality opens. It lingers, even as Solomon raises his sword to prepare to receive Magnus' charge. "All knowledge has a price, Kron -- that is the nature of knowledge. It is the nature of the world," he tells the man.
Pressing the attack as Solomon gives ground, Magnus sets his feet and uses his long reach to come at Solomon from the side, twisting his hips to put power into his swing, "And yet you attack me in my own home? Truly a group with such knowledge can stand not to bully their prospective followers into coming into the fold through talks and books rather than violence. I am listening, but you have put my friends in harm's way. Autumn was just in the Clinic because of your Cult."
Now Solomon is on the assault -- he raises his sword and moves with swift, awful power. It's a step forward, drawing it down across Magnus' body. "The commander of the Temple put a supernatural in the clinic, and you say it is because she is my friend?" he asks, laughing. "No. Think perhaps of the fanatics that want to see you and me collared and caged."
"She told me because He is from The Redeemers." Magnus growls as he throws his sword up to block, then turns the crossguard of his sword to slide off the blade and attempt a stab towards Solomon's chest, "He is also the Commander of The Temple, and these allegiances muddy the water of Truth. Tell me what you are doing to protect our kind, Solomon? What of Bjarne who is rampaging through the town wrecking havoc? What of this Commander who is accosting your own? And here you are fighting with me of all people, a man of Peace!"
"You fight me," Solomon tells Magnus -- he steps back, and with a low chant, a gesture, he pulls the air from the big man's lungs. "I work even now a ritual to turn the wolf's attentions away from the town," he says. "I have hunted him down. When I fought him last, Miles Hull and Meridith Walker set upon me, using it as an ambush to try to take me down. As for the deputy?" Laughter. "Well. There are wheels within wheels," he tells the man, watching him as from the rift he opened a terrible red hound emerges.
His eyes glancing over at the a fire-breathing hellhound, Magnus peers back at Solomon as he presses the attack back at the man, coughing as he huffs out, "Speak...your Truth..." The sword raises as he gasps, losing breath, "..They..will...listen."
A blow -- a terrible slash, then, drawn across Magnus -- as Solomon laughs. "I speak truth," he says, even as the hellhound moves into range. He holds the sword with the practiced ease of a warrior, as steel clashes and then he steps back.
Solomon laughs, his sword held high.
Catching a breath, Magnus steps forward, extending the blade out as he growls, "I have heard the tales of what you have done to those in town. The things you force upon them. Truth? What good have you done for these? You are mad with power, Solomon Inigo. Use it to benefit those beneath you, not to oppress them."
Now it's the sword -- it's held high, above Solomon's head, and then it's brought down in some long, low slash across Magnus' left arm. He's yet to be hit, parrying blow after blow with flashes of black steel.
Bloodied and still fighting, Magnus coughs as he keeps attempting to catch his breath, speaking out has taken most of his energy and he is exhausted, still he raises his sword for one last slash, saying, "There will always be those who oppose evil. They will stand together, and they will defeat that which takes and replace it with that which gives. If you are truly good, then you will persevere, but if you are that which destroys, then we will fight you to the end of time."
Magnus fades out of the nightmare.
"So it is," Solomon tells Magnus.
Solomons Nightmare Battle With Magnus 240313
(Solomon's nightmare battle with Magnus)
[Tue Mar 12 2024]
In a lavishly cozy master bedroom
As you step into this opulent space, you are immediately enveloped in a sense of tranquility and warmth. The room is bathed in soft, warm lighting, casting a gentle glow that enhances the natural beauty of the oak furniture. A large oak wardrobe stands tall against one wall, providing ample storage space for clothing and personal belongings. Its smooth finish and elegant handles add a touch of sophistication to the decor. The oak flooring beneath your feet adds a sense of grounding and stability to the interior design, while a soft, plush rug in a complementary shade adds an extra layer of comfort. The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, carefully chosen to complement the natural beauty of the oak furniture. The centerpiece of the lavishly furnished room is a grand oak bed with a headboard intricately carved with delicate motifs, showcasing the craftsmanship that went into its creation. The soft mattress is adorned with plush, sumptuous bedding in rich earth tones, inviting the beholder to sink into its embrace after a long day. To one side of the bed, a cozy seating area next to a fireplace allows you to unwind and relax. A pair of plush armchairs, upholstered in a luxurious fabric are nestled around a small oak coffee table, creating the perfect spot for sipping a cup of tea or indulging in a good book.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Solomon says "Where are you? I hear you there. I can hear your heartbeat."
Magnus says "I am here. This is Magnus Kron. Do you wish to battle?"
Solomon says "There are rules, Kron, to the world. I do not seek violence, but I am not afraid of it. Your power will serve those I serve."
Laughing, Magnus slides his broadsword out of it's sheath and says, "I am beholden to no man, god, or beast. Speak with me on who you serve that I may learn from them. For I am a scholar, not a pawn."
Solomon says, shifting his hand on his own long sword. "I am Solomon Inigo. Those I serve have many names, Kron -- for they are Legion." He scans the nightmare with terrible red eyes, his breathing in and out. "But if you are a scholar? We have knowledge you may desire." Temptation, even here.
"The cult of The Damned may perhaps have knowledge, but it is not without a price. My writings are on the path of Gods and how those of their blood perform Apotheosis, to rise up and become powers that change the world with their whims. For those that come behind, to leave a legacy of good in our wake." Magnus raises his sword and charges forward, giving a slash downwards to put Solomon on guard.
Stepping back, Solomon chants, low -- a brief call as he makes a slash with his hand. As he does, some bloody tear in reality opens. It lingers, even as Solomon raises his sword to prepare to receive Magnus' charge. "All knowledge has a price, Kron -- that is the nature of knowledge. It is the nature of the world," he tells the man.
Pressing the attack as Solomon gives ground, Magnus sets his feet and uses his long reach to come at Solomon from the side, twisting his hips to put power into his swing, "And yet you attack me in my own home? Truly a group with such knowledge can stand not to bully their prospective followers into coming into the fold through talks and books rather than violence. I am listening, but you have put my friends in harm's way. Autumn was just in the Clinic because of your Cult."
Now Solomon is on the assault -- he raises his sword and moves with swift, awful power. It's a step forward, drawing it down across Magnus' body. "The commander of the Temple put a supernatural in the clinic, and you say it is because she is my friend?" he asks, laughing. "No. Think perhaps of the fanatics that want to see you and me collared and caged."
"She told me because He is from The Redeemers." Magnus growls as he throws his sword up to block, then turns the crossguard of his sword to slide off the blade and attempt a stab towards Solomon's chest, "He is also the Commander of The Temple, and these allegiances muddy the water of Truth. Tell me what you are doing to protect our kind, Solomon? What of Bjarne who is rampaging through the town wrecking havoc? What of this Commander who is accosting your own? And here you are fighting with me of all people, a man of Peace!"
"You fight me," Solomon tells Magnus -- he steps back, and with a low chant, a gesture, he pulls the air from the big man's lungs. "I work even now a ritual to turn the wolf's attentions away from the town," he says. "I have hunted him down. When I fought him last, Miles Hull and Meridith Walker set upon me, using it as an ambush to try to take me down. As for the deputy?" Laughter. "Well. There are wheels within wheels," he tells the man, watching him as from the rift he opened a terrible red hound emerges.
His eyes glancing over at the a fire-breathing hellhound, Magnus peers back at Solomon as he presses the attack back at the man, coughing as he huffs out, "Speak...your Truth..." The sword raises as he gasps, losing breath, "..They..will...listen."
A blow -- a terrible slash, then, drawn across Magnus -- as Solomon laughs. "I speak truth," he says, even as the hellhound moves into range. He holds the sword with the practiced ease of a warrior, as steel clashes and then he steps back.
Solomon laughs, his sword held high.
Catching a breath, Magnus steps forward, extending the blade out as he growls, "I have heard the tales of what you have done to those in town. The things you force upon them. Truth? What good have you done for these? You are mad with power, Solomon Inigo. Use it to benefit those beneath you, not to oppress them."
Now it's the sword -- it's held high, above Solomon's head, and then it's brought down in some long, low slash across Magnus' left arm. He's yet to be hit, parrying blow after blow with flashes of black steel.
Bloodied and still fighting, Magnus coughs as he keeps attempting to catch his breath, speaking out has taken most of his energy and he is exhausted, still he raises his sword for one last slash, saying, "There will always be those who oppose evil. They will stand together, and they will defeat that which takes and replace it with that which gives. If you are truly good, then you will persevere, but if you are that which destroys, then we will fight you to the end of time."
Magnus fades out of the nightmare.
"So it is," Solomon tells Magnus.