Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-28358106-20161204070221

In a bolt I am outside. The siege titans are laying waste to everything in their path---walls fall, Armata's soldiers unable to stop them or even slow them down. I pass my hand in front of my face, masking my vision with the sight of life energy. Like distant candles, I see the soldiers snuffed out, one at a time. I can't get there in time. I look over, past the breached wall, to a square tower to my right.

I see candlelights there, too, but they are dim, and arranged in rows. They are not moving. Hundreds of them, unable to move. Unable to escape. Prisoners.

The titan has pushed through the last of the defenses. It lumbers towards the tower...

I arc to the ground before it, so close that its footsteps shake the ground I stand on. It hasn't seen me yet. I gather rippling energy in my hand, holding my telekinesis. I thrust forward.

The lower half of the titan bursts into a flameless explosion, ten thousand fragments flying everywhere. Its upper half begins to fall, but I extend my hands, my fingers splayed. It slows, then stops, before it hits the ground. I lower it gently, the timbers of its structure crunching as it sags under its own weight. I see the crew leap out and rush to safety.

I turn to the tower. Arcanum gathering in my body, the green aura whips around me. Moving my hands apart, the tower begins to come apart, one layer of bricks at a time, until it is stretched into the sky, the entirety of its insides for me to see, held in place my my telekinesis. Even at this distance, the candlelights inside flicker in terror. My mind reaches out to them.

Do not be afraid. Have thoughts of home. Home. It's time to go home...

One by one, the candlelights bolt off in arcs of violet lightning, as my mind reaches to the deepest parts of their hearts, to where they want to go. They go home, and I help them. Some don't remember where home is. I send them to my city, by the Cathedral Ward. Some have no homes, and were born here. I send them to my hospital. Some are dying. I send them to the hospital as well. Soon, one by one, all are gone. For a precious few dozen, light will prevail.

I stare at the floating collection of stones I have created as they hang in the air, held in place by the writhing arcanum. I suddenly become aware of eyes that watch me.

I turn. Order soldiers and the few remaining servants of Armata stare at me in terror. The Order begins to assemble its ranks when they see I have noticed them.