Post by The Librarian on Apr 25, 2010 17:16:01 GMT -7
Tenishna :: His reality here manifested simply. The metallic rendering of Satan himself would emerge from this manifest, a behemoth of dark and twisted steel warped in agonizing contortions to render the visage of the satanic and occult. A sextuplet of eyes mounted on the countenance of Cerberus itself masked the head, giving way to devilish workings of metal tortured into skeletal wings. A mighty torso worked towards satyrs hoofs, trailing behind the monstrosity a sick tail finished with deadly barbs. The dark manifestation carried on its form a tower of mammoth proportions, a wall impressively close to the height and girth of the Reaver itself. A sheath latched vertically on the left thigh prophesized a cutting edge. Thusly the Reaver placed itself in the pit, humming and aglow with the life of himself. ::
[Ka`Thul] ~Ravaging winds of the highest deception billow forth in a turbulent storm of rising obliteration. These winds blow forth not from the horizons, but from the immaterium. Small ripples, barely larger than baseballs begin to form on the surface of reality, tiny dimples on the ever-stretched surface of space and time. These tiny ripples produce further breaches into the immaterium, tiny axiomatic entry points from the Warp. Ambigous darkness leaks forth, forming a substance of nightmares yet holding no solid, physical form. The mass of obscurity writhes and boils upon the sands of the coliseum, gathering energy from the breaches in reality. With a force of will-power, the breaches are torn open and the ghastly, barren plains of the immaterium are laid bare. Being a realm of nearly pure energy, the dark and twisting reflection of reality, The Warp churns and bubbles with images that would drive even the most stout man mad. Amongst this insanity comes forth the further power of Ka`Thul, the chosen champions of the four Daemon Gods. The darkness grows as a solid form becomes visible within the blanketing sheet of obscurity. The form twists and grows larger as muscles are given strength through hatred and the desire for blood lust. The first part of Ka`Thul bursts from the writing mass, crimson and bronze limbs laden with the armor of the blood god, Khorne. Wrapping this incomplete shell with the power of lust and overabundance comes the great god Slaanesh's gift to Ka`Thul. Beauty beyond mortal comprehension is given facial features and long, raven hair. The power of ravaging claws are hooked onto each of the powerful arms of the creature, slimming it down to just slightly larger than man. The toxic breath of Nurgle is breathed out upon the visage, a swarm of flies that wraps itself about the newly created PlagueBearer. Great sores find themselves upon the flesh of the beast, sores that quickly heal. Finally, great wings are given to its back from the great Weaver of Fate, the boon of Tzeentch. His wisdom power flow into the being that is Ka`Thul, the four boons of the gods merging into his very core. The power of the Warp floods into him, granting him further control over the falshoods of reality, the hypocritical methods of physics becoming prey to the dining fangs of Chaos. The portal behind him feeds him a constant stream of energy, the darkness flowing away and revealing powerful legs. The creature stands about ten feet tall, surely not as massive as the great being of Satan before him! But that is of no matter. A hooked sword is held in the great right arm of the beast, a sword glowing with the blood-thirst of Khorne. Upon his brass armor a small sigil glows, the sigil of his remaining humanity. In the left arm the creatures holds a blue-tipped rod, the rod of Tzeentch. He smirks, taking a great step forward that shakes the earth. His impossibly beautiful face sums up the power of Tenishna, gathering the probabilities of chaotic deception that would soon fall upon his opponent. The rod burns with sapphire hatred, releasing forth a burst of energy into the air. The blue-ish energy ignites the powers of the FateWeaver, creating a bond between reality and the powerful "minds" of Ka`Thul. One of his individual minds begins to read the fabric of reality as if it were nothing more than a complex code hidden within a tapestry. This grants him the ability to be more aware of changes, of the world, and of Tenishna. Raising the great blade, he billows flames forth from his great maw igniting it to temperatures well beyond te threshold of mortals. He stands, prepared for combat and awaiting the first strike from Tenishna against a foe that cannot be defeated.~
Tenishna :: The Reaver rolled its shoulders backwards, forwards, as if testing the movement of those joints, or perhaps to relieve the stress of fighting against a polytheistic creation. He had no appreciation for the supposed beauty of the other, no reverence for the grace of its steps. They were useless commodities, a waste of purpose and a conflict of desire. Presently the Reaver drew his own blade, a sick cutting edge dripping with the multitudinous ether it ripped through. It would be no coincidence that at intervals along the ghastly trail of that edge as it pressed through the atmosphere fine and seething slits would manifest, gateways subjected to his influence by the liquidy material left behind. From his back he would remove that tower, and hold it at his side almost uncaringly, no doubt registering no threat from that which stood before him. Concurrently the Reaver coaxed the enigmatic machines of his being into a more splendid life, driving them outwards from their concealment within the batteries of himself. Terrible red points, chains of insignia imperceptibly small and perplexingly complex, a veritable army of capability issued from himself like millions of hairs. The Reaver stood deeply enveloped in the folds of his ability, the algorithms of his security masking multiple fold the nature of that which was inside. The Reaver took a step of his own forwards, a perhaps intentional impact of his gait to make the Earth rumble in return. There was no mistake in the periodic rip torn by the edge of that blade as it pressed and idled within that palm, and conversely no surprise that particular threads of those insignia should wander through these tears into a yet determinable hub. The Reaver would, with cliché formality, take that last step so that his place, once swung just so from his lower right side upwards and left, would clash with the form of the other, as at once his own shield presented itself before him, perhaps more to shield himself from the catastrophic implications of that swing than anything else. From that action the Omnisis which otherwise leaked and stuck to the fringes of those punctures in space would react violently, spraying itself from the blade explosively. The energy was no doubt of a myriad natures, deceit within deception within feint of its recesses, imbued as it were by particular strains of the Reaver’s manifold. The energy, metaphorically, was intelligent, and would react with the stuff of its reception cleverly. Though, being as it was partially reactionary, the trick of it would not be exposed until it was acted upon. Presently, though, it would contain all of those things which one may expect from such an issuance: horrible catastrophic force, supernatural enzymes with which to break down the very being of Ka’Thul, to seep through all the planes and dimensions of its registry (massive as it were) to target all the conceivable corners of life and latching itself life pestilence to those bits of character and identity it could determine. Such should come to be expected from every thrust of that blade. The blade itself was a veteran predator, to say nothing of the hand which wielded it, but such would be the simplicity of the opening act. ::
[Ka`Thul] ~Intelligence was the key of the immaterium. This massive spread, this realm of energy was more than just a dark reflection of the Material Realm, it was utter chaos. Chaos that was strewn across the stars by intelligence, by the minds and desires of those who possessed those. Entire races forged damning storms of Chaos into their world simply by igniting the flames of chaos with their own, pathetic lives. Every cereberal existence, every thought, every mind held an opposite upon the dark reflection of the immaterium. This signature, this mark upon the immaterium would be easily exposed to the powerful, calculating mind of the Tzeentch entity that was latched so solidly in Ka`thul's mind. A pulse of energy upon the immaterium would cause a raven-wing like shadow to descend upon the intelligence of the attack. For what was full of deceit would be easily read on the realm of The Warp. The lies were truths, self-evident axioms upon the existence of reality. Here the great Lord of Change would branch forth a mere fraction of his intelligence. Chaos would stretch through the strands of energy, altering their function and changing them entirely into tools of Tzeentch, into the Greatest Deceiver there ever would be. The energy would be transformed sheerly into positive energy of extreme force, however it was noted that this much positive energy streaming out from the orifices of the Reaver would undoubtedly be unaffective. The Positive energy that ranged forward would find itself manipulated by the Web of Fate that surrounded Ka`thul. The energy would divide and form a cloud-like structure about the form of Ka`Thul. As for the seeming crash into the beast that was Ka`Thul, the motion would trigger ripples along the Web of Fate that surrounded him, triggering motions upon the Warp that would give him a prediction sensory system of immense proportions. With impossible speed, he blurred along reality as he quite simply dodged the collision. Raising that wand yet again, he would invoke the powers of Tzeentch altering and changing the powers of reality to do his bidding as he saw fit. Tenishna was upon the fabric of the Material thus he would be victim to the laws of the universe, chaos and not. The positive energy would find itself rushing up against Tenishna, again in a useless attempt. Altering the very way the energy reacted with the body of Tenishna, it would form an almost -anti-tenishna- cloud. Aligning itself with the energy of Tenishna's entity and choosing the opposite, it would form an attempt of negation to push Tenishna's very entity from the realms of the physical. However, this was only a pseudo-attempt at annihilation, for the rod of Tzeentch was well at work. The energy from the Warp Breaches would alter the dynamic structure of reality itself, creating a prison that would hold even the most powerful of extraordinary beings. This was the Axiomatic Prism. A re-arrangement of physical dimensions that would bend and alter to not reflect light, but probability. This prism would consume the very energy of a being's body, mind, and soul. Entrapping throughout all of the planal and multi-versal existences. The reflection of this energy would entrap it within it, shifting the balance of entropy within the universe and implying extreme force within the Prism. However, this would not come into effect yet, it was merely a prison that sought to engulf and trap the Reaver's mental, physical, and multi-versal structures within it temporarily. The antics of the Divine would be saved for later, if the Reaver exhibited the skill to invoke such abilities. For now, Ka`Thul would drink upon the emotions and mentallities of the world of the material. For who could say the Warp was the more evil if one had never dined upon the fancies of mortals?~ I feel like I didn't explain that fully: The name Axiomatic Prism comes from the universally accepted ideal that an Axiom is a self-proving fact, or unarguable fact. Which means that its existence in reality is unavoidable. The prison itself is a law, that exists upon the fabric of space/time making it extremely hard to dodge its purpose.
Tenishna :: The Reaver would surely grin. If there was ever one so unfortunate as to be on the ignorant end of the Omnisis, and, indeed, their very own ability, surely this other was them. To assume, firstly, that the –immaterium- possessed some mirror or shadow of every consciousness was false, especially in regards to Tenishna’s own. There was no understandable way for such a thing to obtain a semblance of, let alone retain a working and real-time link to, the mind of the Reaver, let alone the intents of the runes or Omnisis. It would be a wonder for anything to work its way so splendidly swiftly through the many layers of the Reaver’s defenses and proxies to understand what it was that he had done. It would be a wonder, further, if one could pry into the ‘mind’ of a substance without the ability to communicate intent unless one were to expose itself to its reactive side (which would, understandably, then unleash all the affects of that reaction upon the investigator). So to say, again, that the mere manifestation of action and presentation of substance would allow the other to automatically know all of their exact natures was false. It would only be reasonable to say that if one were to reflect the Reaver’s mind, or whatever, onto their ‘dark realm’ they would need in their possession a willing copy to be reflected or a copy which could be coerced, neither of which Tenishna is. Conceding that the Reaver has no foreknowledge of the immaterium and (obviously) no previous encounter with it, it suffices to say that there is nothing there for the god Tzeentch to read. Looking for the story of the Reaver would result in finding blank pages. It should be well known to those opponents of the Reaver that he did not do things so carelessly as to expose himself outwardly. Thusly the raven wing would fall futilely and the mysteries of the attack remain, for the moment, unknown. Now, however, there would come the Chaos (somehow personified) to embark on its mission to disrupt the intention of the attack. What a wonderful idea it would be to say, simply, that Chaos (personified) trumps all, but sadly one cannot say so without doubt. So, there must follow an examination of the nature of the collision between Chaos and the Omnisis and Runes of the attack. The stuff of the attack was, on the surface, destructive, and it would do just that, destroy. It would destroy by consumption and dissipation, obliterate, really, those fragments of existence it could grapple, and it was in no way limited to this physical domain (already noted, yet important to bring up later). The mystery of the attack was, again noted, reactive, and thusly it would react to the Chaos (personified). The Chaos (personified) would touch the Omnisis and Runes (somehow with a seemingly very orderly and specific conversion of state which doesn’t appear random at all) and trigger the reaction, not surprisingly a derivative of the standard nature of the attack, except this time more designed, more programmed, wholly non chaotic. For as the first bits would collide and interact a very swift exchange of information would flow on the closed network of those runes and the data acquired allowed the manifestation of that feint to counteract the Chaos (personified) and combat it in a way which it may find unsettling; if the designed nature of the energy could not fulfill its purpose and destroy the oncoming Chaos (personified) it would work to, instead, inhibit it (though the more likely was that the destructive nature of the engineered plague would spread like wild-fire along the tendrils of the Chaos (personified) and obliterate it completely in its present state). No energy is in and of itself perfection, and all, understandably, have some fragility. Now, as the Chaos (personified) was supposedly rendered obsolete by the very orderly tactics of the Omnisis and Runes, the affects of the strike upon the Web of Fate should be duly noted. The intent of the strike, indeed, was not to hit that Web, for surely the Reaver was previously ignorant of it, but like all who prepared for the unexpected he was rather well armed to deal with it. The trick of the Omnisis and Runes worked here, as they were exposed to this Web, registering at once its existence by the fine affects it triggered in both reality and the reaction of the other. The destructive means of the substance would rearm itself and not surprisingly issue itself to end it or inhibit it. These forces had neither care nor consideration for the scale of ‘Fate’ or the decree of the Gods. Here all they knew were anomalies, perfectly susceptible to all the stuff of this philosophy. The idea of the God’s of the other were punitive in the Reaver’s light; petty deities with an incomplete grasp of the universes, too consumed with humanized affairs of mortality and beauty to be truly powerful. Their like have washed ‘pon the Reaver’s tower before, courting suicide. Understandably, all that would follow (the prism, etc) would vanish with the denial of the Chaos (personified) and its conversion. Even so for all that has passed, what of the nature of the Reaver? The other surely could not suggest that they had even a clue as to what lay behind the myriad of defensive matrices, all battle-tested means to masking identity. Supposed “Anti-Tenishna” clouds could be nothing more than “clouds of anti-What is being mistaken for Tenishna”. Not only was the Reaver’s defense compiled of these events, his safety was also derived from the flaw in particular parts of the others offense; namely that of the prison. One could, indeed, move to ‘re-arrange’ the physical dimensions as to pervert their nature and coerce them into control. However, one was matched with ignorance when they believed to strike a probabilistic route founded wholly in these physical dimensions. In order to find the roots of probability one had to shift their attention to the higher-order dimensions, if, indeed, that is how they were attempting to manipulate that phenomenon. The static coercion of these higher order dimensions (let alone the static coercion of the lower order spatial ones) would find the Reaver’s defense resilient even in light of a supposed prism (of a nature certainly questionable, for its power lays in the definition of its name and not within its actual manifestation). ::
[Ka`Thul] ~Ravaging winds of the highest deception billow forth in a turbulent storm of rising obliteration. These winds blow forth not from the horizons, but from the immaterium. Small ripples, barely larger than baseballs begin to form on the surface of reality, tiny dimples on the ever-stretched surface of space and time. These tiny ripples produce further breaches into the immaterium, tiny axiomatic entry points from the Warp. Ambigous darkness leaks forth, forming a substance of nightmares yet holding no solid, physical form. The mass of obscurity writhes and boils upon the sands of the coliseum, gathering energy from the breaches in reality. With a force of will-power, the breaches are torn open and the ghastly, barren plains of the immaterium are laid bare. Being a realm of nearly pure energy, the dark and twisting reflection of reality, The Warp churns and bubbles with images that would drive even the most stout man mad. Amongst this insanity comes forth the further power of Ka`Thul, the chosen champions of the four Daemon Gods. The darkness grows as a solid form becomes visible within the blanketing sheet of obscurity. The form twists and grows larger as muscles are given strength through hatred and the desire for blood lust. The first part of Ka`Thul bursts from the writing mass, crimson and bronze limbs laden with the armor of the blood god, Khorne. Wrapping this incomplete shell with the power of lust and overabundance comes the great god Slaanesh's gift to Ka`Thul. Beauty beyond mortal comprehension is given facial features and long, raven hair. The power of ravaging claws are hooked onto each of the powerful arms of the creature, slimming it down to just slightly larger than man. The toxic breath of Nurgle is breathed out upon the visage, a swarm of flies that wraps itself about the newly created PlagueBearer. Great sores find themselves upon the flesh of the beast, sores that quickly heal. Finally, great wings are given to its back from the great Weaver of Fate, the boon of Tzeentch. His wisdom power flow into the being that is Ka`Thul, the four boons of the gods merging into his very core. The power of the Warp floods into him, granting him further control over the falshoods of reality, the hypocritical methods of physics becoming prey to the dining fangs of Chaos. The portal behind him feeds him a constant stream of energy, the darkness flowing away and revealing powerful legs. The creature stands about ten feet tall, surely not as massive as the great being of Satan before him! But that is of no matter. A hooked sword is held in the great right arm of the beast, a sword glowing with the blood-thirst of Khorne. Upon his brass armor a small sigil glows, the sigil of his remaining humanity. In the left arm the creatures holds a blue-tipped rod, the rod of Tzeentch. He smirks, taking a great step forward that shakes the earth. His impossibly beautiful face sums up the power of Tenishna, gathering the probabilities of chaotic deception that would soon fall upon his opponent. The rod burns with sapphire hatred, releasing forth a burst of energy into the air. The blue-ish energy ignites the powers of the FateWeaver, creating a bond between reality and the powerful "minds" of Ka`Thul. One of his individual minds begins to read the fabric of reality as if it were nothing more than a complex code hidden within a tapestry. This grants him the ability to be more aware of changes, of the world, and of Tenishna. Raising the great blade, he billows flames forth from his great maw igniting it to temperatures well beyond te threshold of mortals. He stands, prepared for combat and awaiting the first strike from Tenishna against a foe that cannot be defeated.~
Tenishna :: The Reaver rolled its shoulders backwards, forwards, as if testing the movement of those joints, or perhaps to relieve the stress of fighting against a polytheistic creation. He had no appreciation for the supposed beauty of the other, no reverence for the grace of its steps. They were useless commodities, a waste of purpose and a conflict of desire. Presently the Reaver drew his own blade, a sick cutting edge dripping with the multitudinous ether it ripped through. It would be no coincidence that at intervals along the ghastly trail of that edge as it pressed through the atmosphere fine and seething slits would manifest, gateways subjected to his influence by the liquidy material left behind. From his back he would remove that tower, and hold it at his side almost uncaringly, no doubt registering no threat from that which stood before him. Concurrently the Reaver coaxed the enigmatic machines of his being into a more splendid life, driving them outwards from their concealment within the batteries of himself. Terrible red points, chains of insignia imperceptibly small and perplexingly complex, a veritable army of capability issued from himself like millions of hairs. The Reaver stood deeply enveloped in the folds of his ability, the algorithms of his security masking multiple fold the nature of that which was inside. The Reaver took a step of his own forwards, a perhaps intentional impact of his gait to make the Earth rumble in return. There was no mistake in the periodic rip torn by the edge of that blade as it pressed and idled within that palm, and conversely no surprise that particular threads of those insignia should wander through these tears into a yet determinable hub. The Reaver would, with cliché formality, take that last step so that his place, once swung just so from his lower right side upwards and left, would clash with the form of the other, as at once his own shield presented itself before him, perhaps more to shield himself from the catastrophic implications of that swing than anything else. From that action the Omnisis which otherwise leaked and stuck to the fringes of those punctures in space would react violently, spraying itself from the blade explosively. The energy was no doubt of a myriad natures, deceit within deception within feint of its recesses, imbued as it were by particular strains of the Reaver’s manifold. The energy, metaphorically, was intelligent, and would react with the stuff of its reception cleverly. Though, being as it was partially reactionary, the trick of it would not be exposed until it was acted upon. Presently, though, it would contain all of those things which one may expect from such an issuance: horrible catastrophic force, supernatural enzymes with which to break down the very being of Ka’Thul, to seep through all the planes and dimensions of its registry (massive as it were) to target all the conceivable corners of life and latching itself life pestilence to those bits of character and identity it could determine. Such should come to be expected from every thrust of that blade. The blade itself was a veteran predator, to say nothing of the hand which wielded it, but such would be the simplicity of the opening act. ::
[Ka`Thul] ~Intelligence was the key of the immaterium. This massive spread, this realm of energy was more than just a dark reflection of the Material Realm, it was utter chaos. Chaos that was strewn across the stars by intelligence, by the minds and desires of those who possessed those. Entire races forged damning storms of Chaos into their world simply by igniting the flames of chaos with their own, pathetic lives. Every cereberal existence, every thought, every mind held an opposite upon the dark reflection of the immaterium. This signature, this mark upon the immaterium would be easily exposed to the powerful, calculating mind of the Tzeentch entity that was latched so solidly in Ka`thul's mind. A pulse of energy upon the immaterium would cause a raven-wing like shadow to descend upon the intelligence of the attack. For what was full of deceit would be easily read on the realm of The Warp. The lies were truths, self-evident axioms upon the existence of reality. Here the great Lord of Change would branch forth a mere fraction of his intelligence. Chaos would stretch through the strands of energy, altering their function and changing them entirely into tools of Tzeentch, into the Greatest Deceiver there ever would be. The energy would be transformed sheerly into positive energy of extreme force, however it was noted that this much positive energy streaming out from the orifices of the Reaver would undoubtedly be unaffective. The Positive energy that ranged forward would find itself manipulated by the Web of Fate that surrounded Ka`thul. The energy would divide and form a cloud-like structure about the form of Ka`Thul. As for the seeming crash into the beast that was Ka`Thul, the motion would trigger ripples along the Web of Fate that surrounded him, triggering motions upon the Warp that would give him a prediction sensory system of immense proportions. With impossible speed, he blurred along reality as he quite simply dodged the collision. Raising that wand yet again, he would invoke the powers of Tzeentch altering and changing the powers of reality to do his bidding as he saw fit. Tenishna was upon the fabric of the Material thus he would be victim to the laws of the universe, chaos and not. The positive energy would find itself rushing up against Tenishna, again in a useless attempt. Altering the very way the energy reacted with the body of Tenishna, it would form an almost -anti-tenishna- cloud. Aligning itself with the energy of Tenishna's entity and choosing the opposite, it would form an attempt of negation to push Tenishna's very entity from the realms of the physical. However, this was only a pseudo-attempt at annihilation, for the rod of Tzeentch was well at work. The energy from the Warp Breaches would alter the dynamic structure of reality itself, creating a prison that would hold even the most powerful of extraordinary beings. This was the Axiomatic Prism. A re-arrangement of physical dimensions that would bend and alter to not reflect light, but probability. This prism would consume the very energy of a being's body, mind, and soul. Entrapping throughout all of the planal and multi-versal existences. The reflection of this energy would entrap it within it, shifting the balance of entropy within the universe and implying extreme force within the Prism. However, this would not come into effect yet, it was merely a prison that sought to engulf and trap the Reaver's mental, physical, and multi-versal structures within it temporarily. The antics of the Divine would be saved for later, if the Reaver exhibited the skill to invoke such abilities. For now, Ka`Thul would drink upon the emotions and mentallities of the world of the material. For who could say the Warp was the more evil if one had never dined upon the fancies of mortals?~ I feel like I didn't explain that fully: The name Axiomatic Prism comes from the universally accepted ideal that an Axiom is a self-proving fact, or unarguable fact. Which means that its existence in reality is unavoidable. The prison itself is a law, that exists upon the fabric of space/time making it extremely hard to dodge its purpose.
Tenishna :: The Reaver would surely grin. If there was ever one so unfortunate as to be on the ignorant end of the Omnisis, and, indeed, their very own ability, surely this other was them. To assume, firstly, that the –immaterium- possessed some mirror or shadow of every consciousness was false, especially in regards to Tenishna’s own. There was no understandable way for such a thing to obtain a semblance of, let alone retain a working and real-time link to, the mind of the Reaver, let alone the intents of the runes or Omnisis. It would be a wonder for anything to work its way so splendidly swiftly through the many layers of the Reaver’s defenses and proxies to understand what it was that he had done. It would be a wonder, further, if one could pry into the ‘mind’ of a substance without the ability to communicate intent unless one were to expose itself to its reactive side (which would, understandably, then unleash all the affects of that reaction upon the investigator). So to say, again, that the mere manifestation of action and presentation of substance would allow the other to automatically know all of their exact natures was false. It would only be reasonable to say that if one were to reflect the Reaver’s mind, or whatever, onto their ‘dark realm’ they would need in their possession a willing copy to be reflected or a copy which could be coerced, neither of which Tenishna is. Conceding that the Reaver has no foreknowledge of the immaterium and (obviously) no previous encounter with it, it suffices to say that there is nothing there for the god Tzeentch to read. Looking for the story of the Reaver would result in finding blank pages. It should be well known to those opponents of the Reaver that he did not do things so carelessly as to expose himself outwardly. Thusly the raven wing would fall futilely and the mysteries of the attack remain, for the moment, unknown. Now, however, there would come the Chaos (somehow personified) to embark on its mission to disrupt the intention of the attack. What a wonderful idea it would be to say, simply, that Chaos (personified) trumps all, but sadly one cannot say so without doubt. So, there must follow an examination of the nature of the collision between Chaos and the Omnisis and Runes of the attack. The stuff of the attack was, on the surface, destructive, and it would do just that, destroy. It would destroy by consumption and dissipation, obliterate, really, those fragments of existence it could grapple, and it was in no way limited to this physical domain (already noted, yet important to bring up later). The mystery of the attack was, again noted, reactive, and thusly it would react to the Chaos (personified). The Chaos (personified) would touch the Omnisis and Runes (somehow with a seemingly very orderly and specific conversion of state which doesn’t appear random at all) and trigger the reaction, not surprisingly a derivative of the standard nature of the attack, except this time more designed, more programmed, wholly non chaotic. For as the first bits would collide and interact a very swift exchange of information would flow on the closed network of those runes and the data acquired allowed the manifestation of that feint to counteract the Chaos (personified) and combat it in a way which it may find unsettling; if the designed nature of the energy could not fulfill its purpose and destroy the oncoming Chaos (personified) it would work to, instead, inhibit it (though the more likely was that the destructive nature of the engineered plague would spread like wild-fire along the tendrils of the Chaos (personified) and obliterate it completely in its present state). No energy is in and of itself perfection, and all, understandably, have some fragility. Now, as the Chaos (personified) was supposedly rendered obsolete by the very orderly tactics of the Omnisis and Runes, the affects of the strike upon the Web of Fate should be duly noted. The intent of the strike, indeed, was not to hit that Web, for surely the Reaver was previously ignorant of it, but like all who prepared for the unexpected he was rather well armed to deal with it. The trick of the Omnisis and Runes worked here, as they were exposed to this Web, registering at once its existence by the fine affects it triggered in both reality and the reaction of the other. The destructive means of the substance would rearm itself and not surprisingly issue itself to end it or inhibit it. These forces had neither care nor consideration for the scale of ‘Fate’ or the decree of the Gods. Here all they knew were anomalies, perfectly susceptible to all the stuff of this philosophy. The idea of the God’s of the other were punitive in the Reaver’s light; petty deities with an incomplete grasp of the universes, too consumed with humanized affairs of mortality and beauty to be truly powerful. Their like have washed ‘pon the Reaver’s tower before, courting suicide. Understandably, all that would follow (the prism, etc) would vanish with the denial of the Chaos (personified) and its conversion. Even so for all that has passed, what of the nature of the Reaver? The other surely could not suggest that they had even a clue as to what lay behind the myriad of defensive matrices, all battle-tested means to masking identity. Supposed “Anti-Tenishna” clouds could be nothing more than “clouds of anti-What is being mistaken for Tenishna”. Not only was the Reaver’s defense compiled of these events, his safety was also derived from the flaw in particular parts of the others offense; namely that of the prison. One could, indeed, move to ‘re-arrange’ the physical dimensions as to pervert their nature and coerce them into control. However, one was matched with ignorance when they believed to strike a probabilistic route founded wholly in these physical dimensions. In order to find the roots of probability one had to shift their attention to the higher-order dimensions, if, indeed, that is how they were attempting to manipulate that phenomenon. The static coercion of these higher order dimensions (let alone the static coercion of the lower order spatial ones) would find the Reaver’s defense resilient even in light of a supposed prism (of a nature certainly questionable, for its power lays in the definition of its name and not within its actual manifestation). ::