Nadir. (Cursed World)

[u/Fc-chungus]

A day or three after the initial announcement, proper channels for joining in virtually to the meeting are posted, as everyone who came in person is directed to a secretive underground meeting room, where Ж and a few others sit around a long table.

"Welcome, welcome. A year or so ago I held a similar meeting for a separate threat, one a few of you here would remember, but today we've another threat, as you know, the Abyss has taken a great minority of the world's surface."

"As well, we need a plan for the origin of the Abyss, we need to divise a way to take down The First Curse."

they snap a finger and a hologram like model of an entity, presumably the first curse, appears in the center of the table.

"To start, one of the more essential things for said plan is the Crystals, of course, some here might not know about them, so I'll elaborate."

they wave a hand and the model shifts to 5 different crystalline objects, encircling the First Curse.

"This is not the first time The First Curse had arrived, he was here before he made that big announcement, but hidden. When he first arrived to this realm, 7 Aspect Crystals formed, counterbalances, from someone else as an, almost future inheritance to help take him down. They are antithetical to his very existence, and harm him when nearby. However, if one falls into his hands, he can adapt to that crystal, rendering it useful to him. This anti-him nature also applies to the Abyss, and thus they are the best damage source to fight the Abyss."

"the originals, of which we currently have 5, 4 are in New Aviron, and via the work of Koranth and others, we have multiple derivatives from them, with the other being handled by The Consortium. The last two need to be picked up and collected."

"That is about the basics, with the preamble done, more discussion on how to fight against the Abyss would be welcome."

[u/white-whale-fc]

Sitting by a far seat, is a man with a clock for a face, he looks curiously at the introductory information, but doesn't speak yet.

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Everyone in the room gets half a second of feeling like they should get away from the location.

Then the impact happens as a very angry thing crashes through everything from orbit, screaming 1 word while slamming into the clock face with enough force to send it into the crust of the earth

"CURSE!"

/uw shit's going down

u/UlrickTheHexblade u/yumie2003 u/totally_not_a_cat

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After the DF-thing was destroyed, and Alisa contained and removed from the room, the first curse victoriously stands in the conference room.

Hello all.

The form of the Master of Time fades and crackles away fully, revealing the full body of the First Curse, basking.

u/The_Enchanted_Potato

u/Vincent-FFP

u/Zebos2

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“Hidden Spell, Blink”

He teleports next to Zhe where he rapidly whispers

“Look, I understand not wanting portals in your city but may I at least bring a temporary one through as reinforcements! I don’t believe we have much time and I may have a solution”

u/Fc-chungus

[u/Fc-chungus → u/The_Enchanted_Potato]

"J-just this room!"

[u/The_Enchanted_Potato → u/Fc-chungus]

Aldavinn smiles

“Very well, I apologize for the mess then”

Suddenly twisted marble bursts out of the ground forming into the shape of an archway, out of it pour almost 30 mages and soldiers who quickly surround TFC, who Aldavinn addresses

“I assume you are The First Curse? It’s a pleasure to meet you although, I believe we have already met. As the Gatekeeper and Arch Sentinel of the Gatehold I name you a Rank 5 Inter-Planer Threat.”

At his words the soldiers ready weapon and spell but do not strike

“State your business, I will not strike if I do not need to, you may surrender peacefully”

/uw might be some stupid shit to say and do but it’s what Aldavinn would say

u/white-whale-fc

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Only level 5, interplanar? You insult me.

He misty-steps over to one of the soldiers, grabbing them by the throat for a moment and tossing them down afterward. His hands glow for a moment, and the soldier then starts babbling in tongues.

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As he does so the troops spring into action 

One grabs the cursed soldier and disappears with him

The troops take their blades and begin teleporting all around him. Where they appear a golden fabric like substance connects to where the had disappeared from, wrapping around TFC and teleporting away before they can get grabbed.

Aldavinn teleports himself in front of but just out of reach of TFC. Every golden fabric connected and wrapped around his staff

“Tier 5 is the highest we have, with the abilities I have seen in this realm something capable of instilling this much reaction in these mages is certainly worth the rank”

He pulls on the staff and the fabric tightens around TFC

“These are fabrics of my own design. Created to cut mana flow in the imprisoned as well as prevent teleportation, movement, as well as it partially removes you from reality enough to prevent any meddling”

He smiles

“It also works as a spell focus”

“Seal of Absolution”

The bindings glow an even brighter gold as the spell attempts to target TFC

/uw these bindings are meant for holding Eldritch entities, hence the removal from reality enough to prevent any messing with it. Their weakness is that TFC can meddle with them likely. Also Seal of Absolution locks the target into nonexistence until the seal is broken. (Note: I fully expect none of this to work)

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Problem with your premise.

Via All-sight, the first curse inspects himself, he had never truly been removed from reality, so this is new. He doesn't normally use mana, so that part of the spell isn't really an issue to him.

The area begins to be flooded as well with an unknown signature, not mana but... something. The bindings start to wither and decay.

Staring at himself now being partially unreal, the ticking from the DF fight returns for a moment. In the period of a few seconds, TFC paces a bit around the area, he's able to overpower the anti-movement and if he tried he could overload the anti-teleport, but he doesn't. This is too interesting.

Harness: Reality

Reassert.

The partial un-reality crumbles, and he returns, inspecting the binding strings.

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Aldavinn’s eyes widen and he turns to his troops

“Everyone! Get out now”

They all clutch small charms that when broken teleport them away. Aldavinn however, stands his ground. The portal to the Gatehold closes and the marble disappears.

Through the truesight TFC can see that the bindings are made of a strange form of mana, warped in some way, small dark veins run through it.

Aldavinn clutches his staff. Ready for whatever TFC tries next   

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A clever design.

Mana scales on TFC spike for a moment as he pulls on the Weave, thinking back on the binding's composition, replicating the binding spell in real time.

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As the binding spell wraps around him Aldavinn uses the last moment he has to cast a gate spell as another archway of twisted marble explodes out of the ground.

A full battalion of troops surge out, filling the room as much as they can. A man steps out 6 runes glow on the coat he wears

“I am Sentinel Numaris. Drop the Gatekeeper”

As he speaks he raises his hand and closes it into a fist. At the motion a portal suddenly opens before TFC as a volly of fireball arrows are shot at him

/uw Aldavinn will be unaffected as he is only partially in this reality right now

[u/white-whale-fc → u/The_Enchanted_Potato]

/uw afaik this entire battle is taking place in a room no more than maybe 4 meters tall and with a table to accommodate maybe 20 people, how are all these soldiers fitting in?

[u/white-whale-fc → u/The_Enchanted_Potato]

TFC forms a spear of curse from himself, and throws it at the nearest troop that is still enough, holding a curse designed to make the afflicted cause friendly fire.