It's here, ladies and gentlemen. The next part to LFTON's saga.
<date unknown>
It is as I feared. Skouro has noticed Spearbreakers. His sights are set there, and his gaze deters migrants. Without migrants, there is no way I can assume control of a Spearbroken; the current residents are too hardened. There are only two ways in which I can aid the Dreamer; I can assume control of an automaton, which would play havoc with my abilities, or I can pass this 'journal' through a Twinning Glass and send one to him. However, the resident uplink would surely attract the attention of the three Voidspawn Scions; the Roamer whom lusts for revenge, the Gemini whom lusts for control, and Skouro himself, who has hunted me for eleven eternities. I fear this will be necessary.
<date unknown>
Still Skouro repels all who attempt to enter Spearbreakers, except the advanced warriors from what appears to be the universe of what he and I know as Hygra'En. It seems as though the expect a foe of great power, yet their weapons obviously target a different foe to the Voidspawn, as the Voidspawn are immune to most kinetics, beams and explosives. It is strange, to say the least.
Either way, I have made my decision. The journal has been passed through the Twinning Glass and is on its way to the Dreamer, LFTON. I pray he receives it soon, there are two important messages for him. Neither he will see coming. Then again, he won't see me coming, either.
22nd Sandstone
...Huh. This thing is back? And these messages... these are cryptic indeed.
"Tell Draconik to prepare seven automatons immediately. Failing that, tell your second-in-command to."
And this one is particularly strange;
"You and Zedo are not alone. See you tonight. ~C"
Exactly who the hell is this... C? And don't they know I avoid 'seeing people'?
22nd Sandstone (Idyllia)
I begin this entry as I did my other; Huh.
I'm in Idyllia. And I'm in Idyllia.
BOTH OF ME ARE IN IDYLLIA.
Kyh looked sheepish from the moment both Zedo and I looked at her, and it was clear that she knew what was happening. She led us to the topmost part of the Eyrie (Note to self, bug Kyh for levitation device), the Nesting Hangar. Each of the Isho were at attention, including little Voltaren, trying to look as puffed up and big as the next Isho. The next Isho being Terra, this did not work. Kyh told us to wait in the centre of the Hangar, and then did something very strange; remained silent and looked at the stars. Why she was soon became apparent; the stars began to fly down.
And if you don't think that's a weird sentence, maybe you should read it again.
The stars descended and flew into the Hangar, and it was clear that they were in the shape of an Isho; a Wyvern, to be exact.
Then it turned into a human.
Correction; SHE turned into a human.
And then there were more of me.
Suddenly the stars flying looked relatively normal.
The starlit newcomer spoke, "Greetings sargeant LFTON, Overlord Zedo, Allkeeper Kyh. My name is Clarity, though you all know me as simply C. Allkeeper, you may remain if you choose, but this concerns the Dreamer and the Reaper."
Kyh looked taken aback. "Uhh... Ok, dragon lady. But I'll stay."
Clarity nodded. "Very well. LFTON, Zedo, I would like you to meet 0009-"
I interjected. "Try-Onin?"
She frowned. "It's Vijhan. Although your pronunciation was close enough. As I was saying, 0009, Nine-"
Kyh's turn. "A.I.? As in, a functioning, metastable Artificial Intelligence?"
One of me laughed as Clarity opened her mouth. "If he were an A.I, I'd be all over him tryin' to see what the hell makes him tick!"
Clarity paused, then continued. "Thank you, Cor'Daz. As I was saying, and if there are no more INTERRUPTIONS, 0009, Nine, Cor'Daz, Rokenzan, and-"
The last me, shrouded in darkness, simply stated, "Lolfail will be fine, Clarity. My alias holds far more power than my true name."
Lolfail turned to us. "LFTON, you are the Dreamer. Zedo is the Reaper. 0009, the Leader. Nine, the Ponderer. Cor'Daz, the Experimentor. Rokenzan, the Mad. I am the Creator. We are all Aspects of each other. And my creations have led to an anti-creation, which you know as Skouro. Skouro holds my ability, but," he grinned, "none of my skill. Skouro will bring the final fight to Spearbreakers. We need all of our strengths to combat him. Kyh will remain here."
Kyh took this as an insult, and stormed off. Unpertubed, Lolfail continued. "LFTON, you are a master of swordplay, and your blades are sonorous when drawn across each other in their true state. Zedo, your scythes when awakened are hollow, and sound melodies true. 0009, with his sword, can produce the sound of any instrument requiring strings being struck or strummed. Nine's gauntlets can generate the notes of technology at his will when activated. Cor'Daz's cannons can compress anything at their mouths and rapidly expand them, producing an array of percussion notes. Rokenzan's pikes are also hollow, but produce much more jarring, spectral notes than your scythes, Zedo. As for me," His eyes began to glow turqoise, and he shouted, "SCINDITE! SARCIRENT! KAISHI!" At this command, two flails descended out of his shadowy sleeves and grew to the size of a man's chest. He grinned again, and began his sentence again. "And as for me, my twin flails produce the purest sound of Audiomancy, the bell's ring." At this, he swung the flails on a wide arc and they collided above him, producing the most beautiful note I had ever heard. Even the Isho, who had been paying various levels of attention to the goings-on, turned their heads to the flails.
He turned to all of us. "Now, you try."
I started, eyes wide. "Try what? What the hell was that all about? And come to think of it... What do you mean, my swords' true state? Zedo's scythes are solid, as are Rokenzan's pikes! Try-Onin's sword doesn't even have a blade, it's just a hilt! Aey-Aye's gauntlets are fancy, I grant you, but they don't hold any power! Cor'Daz doesn't even have anything! So what the hell are you on about?" Zedo, Nine and Rokenzan shouted their approval, Cor'Daz laughed in derision, 0009 shifted uncomfortably and Clarity looked thunderous. But Lolfail remained resolute.
Calmly, he responded, every word level, "Call Scindite and Sarcirent, as I did. The call is 'Scindite, Sarcirent, Kaishi.' Each of you, do it."
We all looked at each other, some with disbelief, others with total seriousness. Then as one, in a mighty chorus, we all shouted, "SCINDITE! SARCIRENT! KAISHI!" And then what can only be described as magic happened.
0009's hilt sprouted not one, but two identical blades as the garnet embedded in it glowed scarlet. Nine's gauntlets became hypercharged with electricity, arcing between the fingers. Cor'Daz's arms literally RIPPED THEMSELVES OPEN, revealing impregnated cannons pulsing with energy. Rokenzan's pikes indeed grew hollow, as well as longer and began to twist with shades and geists. Zedo's scythes also hollowed out, but the blades both transformed diferently; one into a perfect Fibonurist spiral, the other becoming more axelike in shape, with edges on bothe sides. My blades literally transmuted from adamantine into a black metal similar to all the other weapons, and then from the coedge sides sprouted protrusions facing toward the tip on one sword and away on the other, and in the pommels grew a gem apiece. I almost wept with joy; The gems were a rare blood garnet, and a rarer star sapphire. Even more decisive, the protrusions were undoubtedly bone from a certain Sibrekugog Okab Kob, Defeated Scourge of Angelbane. Darklight was back. Lolfail nodded. "Indeed," he said. "Your old blade was infused with Scindite and Sarcirent, and now they have returned to you in their true forms. Draw the edges across each other."
I complied, and a pure note rang out across Idyllia. Lolfail turned. "Zedo. Rokenzan."
Understanding, they both raised one of their weapons to their mouths and blew, and two notes sang in perfect harmony. Again, Lolfail turned. "Nine. Cor'Daz."
A thumping beat and a high drop. Once more, Lolfail pivoted. "0009."
0009 flipped his sword around, grasping it as an assassin would a dagger. He crossed it in front of his chest, and strummed. No stanger sound have I ever heard, I must admit. Like a harp, but more... metal, somehow.
Lolfail briefly addressed us all again. "Tomorrow, LFTON, you will get the automatons constructed. You will call Scindite and Sarcirent, and play this melody." A quick little trill followed. "That is when we will join you, in Spearbreakers. And chances are, we won't be the only ones, so be prepared. We may need to go to war directly." And with that he left, disappearing into a shadow. The Isho lay their heads down and slept, and one by one the others left as well, until it was just me and Zedo left. I turned to face him, and asked, "So do you believe him? That Skouro will come to my world?" He faced me, and responded, "We will find out soon. See you... in the morning." With that, he withdrew into his room in the Eyrie, and I was left alone until the morning drums sounded and I was back in Spearbreakers, the only sign that the whole exchanged had even happened a slight red glow in the pommel of my blades that slowly winked out.
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