Maskelyne - 30, 2
"I will not be bested in my own realm, beast."
Maskelyne heard the cry emanating from the battlefield and understood implicitly it's meaning. Contest. One of his fellows swung at Aweio'Lkkd, lightning in his grasp, seeking bloody retribution an his single most beloved. In the distance, Niv held Madness between his strong arms, wrapping her like a present for his brother's joyous opening. Nivix would be rewarded, somehow, Maskelyne decided. His brother would share in Maskelyne's joy.
But first, his present would have to be kept from angry arms.
Maskelyne lifted his arms and from the endless plains beneath the horizon, a pearly bird soared high. Its wings sent it lopping like the mightiest steeds of hell toward the battlefield where its immense size could be seen by all. The Dove was four score larger than the grandest of the horrors, its wingspan the breadth of fortress walls. And as it released a soft coo, the dust of corrupted plants life spun lax waltzes into the air. It was perfect.
The gigantic Dove swept madness into it's taloned grasp as the sea might claim a ship. And carefully, paternally, it raged into the emptiness between stars, Aweio'Lkkd in it's grasp.
Maskelyne thanked the bird, Giles, and his brother Nivix with a voice that echoed from shadowy corners. It was detached from his form, the better to remain unseen. Maskelyne's shadowy stroll borught him swiftly to the back of Pentar, lightning still stemming at the rapidly departing madness.
"My fellow." Maskelyne said from his own body now, placing a careful hand of Pentar's shoulder. "Come with me."
A flash of light summoned the onyx finery of the Hell Court, and banished the steely clash of the war outside that realm. Maskelyne surveyed the Demons, painted red and armed with antlers. He decided a from more befitting their kind would be appropriate, and adopted it artfully as a mask hovered before his face.
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He turned on the god who had assaulted his precious, a careful swirl of his cape emphasizing his shift of attention.
"Who are you, and why have you assaulted my Ward?" Maskelyne asked. "Aweio'Lkkd has been claimed; I claim her. When you offer her violence, it is her master you insult. Why do you treat me so dishonorably?"
I'm almost certain I'm not still at 30 and two but I don't know how much the actions cost. So far I've made a swarm of doves and then made them infectious. If someone would tell me how little AP I have left I would be eternally grateful.
"I will not be bested in my own realm, beast."
Maskelyne heard the cry emanating from the battlefield and understood implicitly it's meaning. Contest. One of his fellows swung at Aweio'Lkkd, lightning in his grasp, seeking bloody retribution an his single most beloved. In the distance, Niv held Madness between his strong arms, wrapping her like a present for his brother's joyous opening. Nivix would be rewarded, somehow, Maskelyne decided. His brother would share in Maskelyne's joy.
But first, his present would have to be kept from angry arms.
Maskelyne lifted his arms and from the endless plains beneath the horizon, a pearly bird soared high. Its wings sent it lopping like the mightiest steeds of hell toward the battlefield where its immense size could be seen by all. The Dove was four score larger than the grandest of the horrors, its wingspan the breadth of fortress walls. And as it released a soft coo, the dust of corrupted plants life spun lax waltzes into the air. It was perfect.
The gigantic Dove swept madness into it's taloned grasp as the sea might claim a ship. And carefully, paternally, it raged into the emptiness between stars, Aweio'Lkkd in it's grasp.
Maskelyne thanked the bird, Giles, and his brother Nivix with a voice that echoed from shadowy corners. It was detached from his form, the better to remain unseen. Maskelyne's shadowy stroll borught him swiftly to the back of Pentar, lightning still stemming at the rapidly departing madness.
"My fellow." Maskelyne said from his own body now, placing a careful hand of Pentar's shoulder. "Come with me."
A flash of light summoned the onyx finery of the Hell Court, and banished the steely clash of the war outside that realm. Maskelyne surveyed the Demons, painted red and armed with antlers. He decided a from more befitting their kind would be appropriate, and adopted it artfully as a mask hovered before his face.

He turned on the god who had assaulted his precious, a careful swirl of his cape emphasizing his shift of attention.
"Who are you, and why have you assaulted my Ward?" Maskelyne asked. "Aweio'Lkkd has been claimed; I claim her. When you offer her violence, it is her master you insult. Why do you treat me so dishonorably?"
Creat a giant dove to sweep Madness away. +6[doves] (prior assist from Nivix included I hope.)
Teleport I and one more god, [effortless]
Change my form / wear a mask [effortless]
Teleport I and one more god, [effortless]
Change my form / wear a mask [effortless]