OMNIA: Chapter 8: Three Unwise Men

[Askia]

"Let's take a closer look?"

[Travosh]

Could ask your resident terrible idea god if maybe he could have them think a celebrity is flipping them off from the windows of the capitol. Every window. But how would you go about it?!

[flyingBrick]

- "Maybe we could fashion some sort of primitive bomb? I've just gotten some new words of power that might be useful for that."

[thetoastking]

SITRAH: "Let's take a closer look?"
GRIMOIR OM: "Good thinking. I shall obtain an Arial view, and broadcast the results here, in this relative safety."
A giant screen appears as grimoir Om flies off. It appears to be a first person view, from the outside of the book. The courtyard is massive. Large enough to hold an army, at least. There is a massive mob of what appears to be angry shootan standing outside. There are two statues guarding the only entrances into the CAPITOL BUILDING.




Grimoir om returns a minute later.
GRIMOIR OM: "Well. I certainly did not expect there to be such... interesting defenses at the entrance. If anything, I give our villain of the day some style points. Statues are creative, to say the least. But... How are we going to get in? Those statues seem to vaporize anything attempting entry."

[Saint Game]

If they're only guarding the only way in, we could always make one of our own. or, of course, we could destroy this sphinxes gate, but that would let all the riff-raff in.

[Travosh]

Angry mob charge! Long as you're in the middle of it, they can't fry you all!

[DS Piron]

> Is there a way to see if they'll retaliate when attacked long range?

...

> @ Random Shootan: LAUNCH ALL MISSILES!

...Worth a shot?

[Askia]

"how about just making a hole in the wall?"
"out of sight"

[thetoastking]

> Is there a way to see if they'll retaliate when attacked long range?
...
> @ Random Shootan: LAUNCH ALL MISSILES!

SHOOTAN: "Guys wait! I have an idea! Why don't we just shoot the statues to death?"
SHOOTAN: "Are you fucking crazy?!"
SHOOTAN: "No, I'm fucking sydney."

SHOOTAN: "SYDNEY IS MY WIFE YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

The mob begins an all out assault... On itself. if you were aiming to thin their numbers, you've done it. Every single shootan have single handedly killed themselves via supercharged blasts.

GOOD JOB. I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELVES. THERE'S CORPSES EVERYWHERE NOW.
GRIMOIR OM: "... Holy biscuits. What the hell did your gods do to them?!"

[Travosh]

I feel disappointed in myself. Proud of the other guy though!

[Xander]

"Uh... Wow."

[DS Piron]

> ...What have I done?

> ...There's less crowd to deal wi-

> SHUT UP!

[Adept]

Welp. Uhhh, so much for them breaking through those statues then. Guess we're going to have to deal with them ourselves somehow then, though at least you guys wont be murdered by a crowd of angry shootan.

[Sinjin]

"Gods. Please don't do that again. Hey Om. What do you think those statues are made of? Besides the essence of you know who."

[Saint Game]

Jedi mind trick, heroes, and we'll do it again if we see fit. Now that the mob's gone, maybe we should look for a way in that doesn't result in horrible disintegration.

[thetoastking]

Welp. Uhhh, so much for them breaking through those statues then. Guess we're going to have to deal with them ourselves somehow then, though at least you guys wont be murdered by a crowd of angry shootan.

GRIMOIR OM: "No... They aren't going to deal with this. I am. Follow me."

CASSIUS: "Gods. Please don't do that again. Hey Om. What do you think those statues are made of? Besides the essence of you know who."
GRIMOIR OM: "I have a working theory based on what I am able to sense from these... Statues. They are primitive world anchors. Conduits, crafted from the unbridled hatred of an entire city and given form as invincible statues, sent to guard this building... They are unbreakable by any shootan magic, and as such, would serve as the perfect conduits to allow Him to poison the populous. I have had enough. For far too long have I sat in this warzone, pondering non-violent solutions. I'm going to take in an army's worth of blood... and let out a decade's worth of frustrations."

GRIMOIR OM: "I shall only say this once, as I have never quite taken in this much blood at once...

Stay Still."

The ground begins to rumble as torrents of blood begin to lift off corpses, bolts of energy arcing in-between their peaks.

The sky darkens...

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With this, the arms finally fade back into words, their whispering cries of revenge and pain lessened somewhat, but still managing to float elegantly through the breeze... into Om, the Grimoir of Blood.
GRIMOIR OM: "The path is open."

[Xander]

"And why are we the heroes again? Oh, right."

[Sinjin]

"O-Okay."

[Saint Game]

You sure you're doing ok Om? That looked decidedly evil.

[Askia]

"why so flashy?"
"i mean you would have to be blind and deaf not to have noticed that"

[flyingBrick]

- "That sure was neat. Now, in we go."

[Travosh]

Well, what are you all gawking at? Get inside!

[Adept]

Damn, that's one way to do it. Hopefully there isn't anything worse in there though, because I'd say everything knows you're there now.

[thetoastking]

You sure you're doing ok Om? That looked decidedly evil.

GRIMOIR OM: "That is blood magic. It is not a magic you would consider... Good. Many have used it, and perished for it. Werewolves. Vampires. I am the only practitioner left in the entire world, and it is the most powerful tool I have. Do not blame me for the tools I use, but for how I use them."
SITRAH: "why so flashy? i mean you would have to be blind and deaf not to have noticed that."
GRIMOIR OM: "Yes...

That was the point. Lesson one about being a hero: Get Noticed. Now. Let us enter."
They pushed open the dusty hallway. Inside, was silence. No warriors, no nothing. They wandered through the halls until...

GRIMOIR OM: "He's... He's been de-masked! That... That's unbelievably cruel... And I only know one person who could not only do that, but have the guts to do it as well..."
The halls were littered with guard corpses, all de-masked. Their identities, completely gone. What was left... Was only blood. They approached the grand chamber....

And burst in, revealing a large, circular room, used for council meetings. It seems oddly featureless, save for the balcony, the pillars on the sides, and the many cauldrons full of fire. Wait! What's that on the other side?!

KARIN: "Your reign of terror is over, tyrant! I'm going to put you down for the good of the rebellion cause! For justice! For glory! For Freedom!"
???: "Heh... Heh... Heh. I was wondering when you would arrive... Karin."
KARIN: "Y-You?! No! There's no way! That's impossible!"

[Travosh]

Welp. You did want to get noticed. CHARGE!