288 Far Future, Chapter One – Making a Difference, Or, Whatever Happened to that Sama Person?... (1/2)

I would like to say that I was having the time of my life.

Seriously, I would.

I had been blown into the Warp after it cracked the main line connecting it to reality. However, there was now a border there, and it had been crossed.

Forces of all nine Alignments were there on that Wall, little starpoints of interest, immovable, watching, waiting... and oh so slowly drawing off the powers and souls that belonged to them, bringing them back into Creation.

It probably wasn't any faster then they Warp was accumulating power by psychic resonance and people dying and living, but what it meant was... the Warp would no longer grow in power.

That was not a small thing.

Neither was having all those horrifically powerful outside forces looking in on them. Yeah, mommy and daddy are watching you little fellows...

On top of that, things were coming in through that gaping weakness in the Veil. The Warp didn't want the Veil intruding on it and subjecting it to Creation's Laws, so the Veil wasn't blocking as it might... and so things from Outside Creation were coming in, looking around, and finding new and fun things to explore. Given how they messed with Time, they were soon spread out over millennia, and really starting to mess things up.

After all, Yog-Sothoth was the Gate and the Key. What did he give a fig about Warp Gods? Although I think jRaztl and Nyarlothetep sat down and started playing six-dimensional chess with glee...

Whatever, lots of Elder Gods and Old Ones with interests here suddenly, their servant races with them, and their activities started to wake up a lot of other entities that were suppressed in the Warp.

The Big Four were certainly busy, weren't they? Hee hee hee...

Me, I tumbled through that void of Eaten Warp/Serene Warp that had been sucked away by Creation, moving at the speed of plot; when I got there, I got there... and not incidentally I was digesting a Whole Lot of Karma in the meantime.

Very not incidentally. As in, I had no choice in the matter.

Yeah, cracking open a barred universe back into Creation done won me ALL Da Karma, thank you, and it was all freaking seething to be used. As a matter of fact, given how psychoactive the Warp was, I couldn't actually stop it from going off on anything and everything it could.

I may have been somewhat overzealous in the past...

Few things magical were left on me. The Amulet with the connection to Mithar that Estemar had made for me, preserved only by His Grace, was one... and giving Him the werewithal to look around inside the Warp, and make some plans accordingly. He couldn't act, or it might trip a planet-wipe in reaction, but looking quietly from my viewpoint, who knew what the General of Gods could do? The Crawling Chaos didn't like playing chess against Him, after all...

The second was my hair itself. Yeah, I'd been working on my hair.

Last was Chalice, sitting there in bodyphase atop my heart. Mwahahahaha, I'd kept a Sword. It had been a good Call.

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My connection with Markspace was gone, eroded away by universes streaming by in two directions, and a whole lot of hostile magical power and Rules. Expected, and while I really missed having a link to my homies, all ten thousand-plus of them, I finally had my head to myself for the first time in a subjective few years.

Given how many thought streams I had, I certainly wasn't lonely. I could form my own little chorus line inside my head, and the arguments between myselves were hilarious.

But this place was psi-active, hugely responsive to sensitive differences, and was not liking my Tats and Soul Magic. Or should I say, it was liking them all too much.

Oops.

I had been very enthusiastic for that six months of power-leveling, grinding, and map-wiping back in Yle Tyorm. Everything there was going to die, and if it wasn't going to die, it deserved to die. As a result, I seldom had a problem killing most of the stuff there, and as for the innocent, well, they had passed when Time had reclaimed and reallocated itself everywhere, consigning the living back to Dream, or to getting reborn elsewhere, elsewhen.

Being the opportunist I was, I'd Templated a lot of creatures into my Marks, for use with the shape-changing Set Power I got from having the three Physical Marks. Now, that power technically wasn't able to morph into anything that wasn't basically humanoid, but the key part was that it formed the foundation for taking Racial Levels in said creatures, and maaaaaaybe being able to acquire some of their Stats and passive magical abilities.

I had not been intending to take those Racial Levels. I'd been hoping to finish out the Racial Levels that I had started, and then shoot them all done and through, letting me end up with my Seventeen in Succubus, a full Lillitu buy-up, and then take my ExLite Elixir to cap everything.

Unfortunately for me, this weird ass magic/psi combo thing they had working here starting invading my Marks through my Soul Tats, which meant I needed to make some adjustments, and all that Karma started coming in right along with them.

Yeah, it started taking ALL the Racial Levels. Holy shiznit, Batman!

So, here I am, drifting through the void, time passing, ruminating on how long its going to take me to get to solid ground ahead, and in the meanwhile, oh, is my body changing...

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have fed a marilith to my Tats. I swear, I wasn't planning on taking those Levels.