ROUND THREE! The round of introversion. Time to dish out some rewards and penalties.
BloodShadow, for dancing on the edge of godmodding all game, shall not be allowed to choose his challenge, and instead must write in a situation disgustingly horrible for his character. This would be the "on the moon" I promised.
Helios, for the same crimes to a lesser extent, and for ignoring the fact that a message was intercepted, also gets less control over his actions.
Essence, for remaining in character despite being unable to control the plotline do to godmoding on other players parts, will be rewarded by being allowed to choose his own trial.
"My Emperor, everything is in place for the next round," said Sir Bonavich, "I suggest we move quickly so that the trap may be sprung."
"I see, just let me put Abbadon back in his cage"
The fighters watched in perpetual fear as the great Sol Invictus shone brightly in the world. This impressive display of strength was eclipsed by a gigantic hand grabbing Abbadon, and lifting him through dimensions.
"Wha' the HELL?!" said a Troll, when darts began to rain down from the sky.
The fighters fell to the ground, unconscious. But Abbadon's attack was not without casualties. Big Bob lay on the ground, his life gone, and his dog whimpering over him, all alone.
Sol Invictus' unconscious awoke in a dream world. Known as "Eclipsiea" the entire solar system consisted of one gas giant, it's giant moon, and one planet they orbited around. Two suns proceeded to orbit around this planet. It was a fascinating phenomenon, the planet was pulled equally by all gravitational forces, making it stay in place. As consequence, the surface of the planet was constantly in both lunar and solar eclipse. And as Jonathan's unconscious lay there, figments of his imagination were inserted by the fear based neurotoxin. There was Jennifer, her inner demons released by the lunar eclipse, there was Abbadon, fighting beside her, fighting beside him. And the three of them, ravaged uncontrollably through the Temple of Solaris, the galaxian pantheon looking in horror as they were massacred. Of course, Jonathan was actually lying unconscious in a desert, but his mind was cut off from all outside contact by powerful impish magic, and he had no way of possibly realizing the world wasn't real. And the demons within him were very, very, real.
Arcterael's subconscious sent him to similarly horrible depths. There, in the council of heaven, it was deathly silent. It was empty. Heaven was empty. He was alone. The dead bodies of everyone he'd ever known lay around him.
"Who... who did this?" he asked, desperately.
"Y-y-y-you did..." whimpered a little girl, the last one left. Suddenly, her eyes glowed red, her tears became a wicked smile, and before Arcterael stood the arch nemesis of all heaven. "...as per my orders".
In fact, all of the warriors were sent into a spiraling dream of horror and despair, their most horrible memories and fears twisting into one freak of a horror story, and they were powerless to help.
"Sir," said Sir Bonavich, "the trap has been set. Arctereal's intercepted message will be delivered as soon as he wakes up. Abbadon will be released when Jonathan does the same. And look who we have here."
The young imp squeaked in delight. Jennifer, in all her beauty, lay chained in front of the emperor.
"Who... what are you?!" she asked. She couldn't be chained, not like this. Nothing should be able to do this.
"We are Imps" said the Emperor, "inter-dimensional manipulative persons". We have savaged your world, and worlds stronger, learning their secrets. We hold the collective power of everything that is, could be, and couldn't be. If it were possible to be stronger, we find, learn, and destroy that knowledge."
Jennifer looked flabbergasted, such beings were unheard of. They couldn't exist! ...could they?
"Yes," said Sir Bonavich, "we can. And we can read minds, so don't bother trying to call your friend. We can stop such things from happening."
"What do you want from me?" asked Jennifer, trying to remain calm.
Sir Bonavich looked at the Emperor. The Emperor thought for a moment, remembered he didn't like doing that, and then smiled.
"Well... this round is boring... so for now? You can start by stripping."
Wellllp, that should significantly piss people off, and hopefully balance some stuff. Have fun being furious
