"I am quite sure we will meet again." Yharim turns around, and from the portal that has been looming above for a while now emerges a huge feathered dragon
that thumps down beside Yharon. He leaps onto its back, and without a further word, the dragon carries him back through the portal, which closes behind them.
Kakarotto is struck by the firebolts and takes minor damage. He decides to counter with his own Energy Blast Barrage.
"AtatatatatatatatATATA!"
His gi catches on fire a little. He's a bit more focused on pumping out the barrage of yellow plasma bolts like a machine-gun tho.
Edited by Rbade on May 18th 2020 at 4:13:21 AM
/\。。/\Astil Subterranean — Unmapped Cavern System
Megan slid under the lung of the Wyrm she had been tracking, narrowly avoiding its ridged ventral scales, and backed herself against the opposite corner. Her scales were actually dimly glowing, something that the lack of natural light down here helped make abundantly clear. Her eyes darted around the chamber, scanning for the threat. Her ears told her to the left... no, to the right?
She froze. There were two now. The new one must have been the nestmate of the first — which meant the nest was also nearby. She steadied herself, and withdrew a vile, black potion, which bubbled a lucent, smoky crimson. She downed it, refusing to think long on the flavor as her entire body kicked into a state beyond what normal adrenaline would have been able to take her to. She barely held on to her lucidity as she lunged forward, screaming like a mad warrior as she went...
Some time later...
"... and let me tell you, the look on his face was priceless," Megan said to Terlette and Crank, grinning despite how much her arms and legs and entire body still ached.
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous"So of course, then I - oh... hold on a moment..."
Megan's scales flared up, but... something was wrong. They were losing their color. Some looked chipped, or partially eroded. One even fell out at that very moment.
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous"Just a headache, nothing to... worr..." Megan slumped forward and fell face-first on the table, losing consciousness.
Some Time Later... Again...
Syana-42, professional Mage/Crafter (let's just blanket that under Artisan), stood over Megan's comatose body, laid to rest on a makeshift operation table.
"Mm, affirmative... Given the state of the subject's body and the eyewitness testimonies, it would appear Megan has contracted Magia Mors - Alchemist's Rot. As a spellcaster — or more generally, a frequent user of advanced magical forces — the bacterial infection targets her brain, aiming to destroy the very nervous system that conducts magic into the world around her."
She put up a hand to Terlette, as if expecting a hasty reaction. "No magical ability can relieve this disease. Preventative medicinal remedies may have sufficed, but not once this stage is reached. Fortunately for you all, I have had an idea I meant to try, and this situation provides a drum of oil to firebolt — so to speak."
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous"Megan!" Terlette jumps to her feet.
Post-Timeskip
Terlette starts to step forward as Syana explains the disease, only to be preemptively held back. She casts a nervous look at Crank. "Do... you know anything about this?"
Crank pauses tuning his hurdy-gurdy. "As a master-class spellcaster, I'm obligated to. Alchemist's Rot is a bacterial infection contracted from a potion whose ingredients contain an artifact that has lost its magical properties and, in its inert state, begun aging."
"Like an expired ingredient... in my world, such potions would simply detonate as soon as you mixed them, like grenades."
"Your world sounds hellish."
"My world doesn't have flesh-eating bacteria that specifically targets the magical parts of the victim's body!"
"Touché. So..." Crank turns to Syana. "What's this 'idea' you had in mind, and should we consider contacting Megan's scientific friend... the strange one?"
"Oca?"
"Oca."
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.""Your potions explode when you use expired ingredients? Fascinating... you must live a hazardous, yet exciting life."
Syana nodded. "If this 'Oca' is a man of science, he should be a viable assistant in perfecting my prototype dimensional door."
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous"Ah, you must be Oca, then. She's suffering from the effects of a magical ailment know as Alchemist's Rot, I'm afraid. As I mentioned to the others, normal and even magical cures would be entirely ineffective against such a disease... but I believe that I have a device that may be of aid."
She snapped her fingers a few times, almost as if she was beckoning to... something, before sighing, stepping back, and performing a full-body summoning stance. With a supernatural shimmer and a burst of magical energy, the gate in question appeared — inactive, but present. Syana moved to activate it, and said, "Now, I do find one especially... troublesome stone in our river's course — I've not tried to link this door to someone's cellular microcosm before."
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalousSyana paused, examining a cord on her conjured contraption.
"In simpler terms, we're going to try and cure her disease by connecting this door as a portal to... well, it's a bit complicated. But there should be a pocket dimension tied to and mirroring her cellular happenings, which will be easier for whoever has to go in to visually process and understand. The only problem being that I've never tried that before with this particular gateway, and I'm very much going to need help."
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalousSyana withdrew an alarming amount of cabling from beneath her robes as she spoke.
"If by 'simple' you mean 'kill her and revive her'... well, I do not believe it will work. I'm no doctor, not exactly, but the Oath still applies, no? 'First, do no harm'? Even if we did, there's still a not insignificant chance that she doesn't heal, or that we somehow make things worse — or even more damning, that she doesn't revive at all."
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous"What do you mean by...? Oh. Yeah, let's not do that."
"Megan is a friend of mine. Even if she did come back, I would feel very rude and guilty being compliant in what is essentially her murder. Just get the door working, Oca. Please."
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."He grumbles about nobody but him ever using the simple solution, but aight's it.
"What oath? The only oath I ever had to take was 'you better not pawn off anything you take from the lab'."
"Anyways... is this door necessary? I'll go through with it if you want, but you could just hand me the coordinates and I can just bawoop y'all there." He points to his chest, "Inter-univer-whatsit teleporter in here after all."
/\。。/\Syana got zapped a bit — repeatedly— as she installed one part, causing her to give an understated, "Owe," each time.
"Aye," she said after finishing zapping herself. "With this set up, others would have a more free access to alternate dimensions — if they know how to operate it of course. I should still have the instruction cheat-sheet with me. Just a moment..."
Syana rifled through her robe-pockets again for a small piece of thin, folded metal, which unfurled into a three-hinged holoprojector, displaying the aforementioned instruction sheet. Thanks to the Arena's effects, the Common script it was written in would be understandable to anyone.
Edited by OmegaShadowcry on May 18th 2020 at 10:07:39 AM
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous

Yharim takes the keyblade, inspecting its various spikes and bits. "Menacing. I quite like it." He dispels the blade, turning his attention back to Skippy. "Consider yourself on my good side, Skippy. You have been quite helpful."