Jagrerox's Performance

Tremula

After realising that only Marcella had been doing it for a while, I decided a Cacophonist should really get around to doing this. So after gathering some bones, influencing some archaeologists, and gathering some essence, I had to kill some skeletons. Then this happened.

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You have recovered equilibrium. (3.25)
play ironchord skeleton
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You play a harsh chord on a violin of serrated bones and tendons and direct the notes towards a skeletal worker.
A skeletal worker's skin writhes as if worms are crawling beneath the surface.
You have scored a CRUSHING CRITICAL hit!
A skeletal worker's skin cracks as black hissing tendrils burst forth, instantly killing him.
You have slain a skeletal worker.
The remains of a skeletal worker crumble before your eyes.
Your avarice compels you to reach down and hoard 589 gold for yourself.
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(-76e) (+852 essence)

You bleed 65 health.
clot 1
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(-65h)
ql
Before a giant boulder.
A heavy downpour soaks the area. Shrouded in a redolent lavender mist, a hooded figure of polished lapis lazuli venerates a massive white copper censer held above its head. Smoke curling from her nostrils, a pure black nightmare paws impatiently at the jet black clouds roiling beneath her hooves. Tendrils of energy lash around the form of the Great Tyrant as she looms suspended in the air.
You see exits leading north, east, and southwest.
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(-50m)
Your karma falls to keep up the karmic blessing of beauty.
You have recovered equilibrium. (3.22)

The Great Tyrant exclaims, "Bah! No matter... nothing can stop me now!"
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(+368h) (+235m) (+76e)

The Great Tyrant clutches the boulder blocking the cavern wall and rips it out of the crevice, casting it aside effortlessly.
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Robes billowing about her slender form, the Great Tyrant floats to the in upon currents of seething energy.
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An indoor amphitheatre.
Riotous screams and melodies of pure anger rage about a seething prism formed from dark matter which floats here. Tendrils of energy lash around the form of the Great Tyrant as she looms suspended in the air.
You see a single exit leading out.
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The Great Tyrant peers over at the prism in the centre of the amphitheatre.
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(+125m)

The Great Tyrant exclaims, "Aha! I have you now... you bastard! It is time that vengeance was reaped in the name of the Gylleulox Empire! You will pay for leaving us to rot!"
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(-125m)

The air sizzles with a palpable energy as the Great Tyrant rises upwards further before slamming downwards into the prism in the blink of an eye.
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Gibberish laughs begin to echo about the chamber, becoming increasingly insane as time passes.
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(+125m)

A distinct voice booms out from within the prism, "You have the audacity to think you can defeat the Darkening Scream?! Hilarious!"
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(-75m)

The Great Tyrant's eyes widen in panic as the prism speaks.
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(-50m)

The Great Tyrant exclaims, "Jagre?! You won't have the chance to betray me again!"
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(+125m)

"Haha. Some things never change do they Tyria? Pathetic. You have no idea what you're dealing with, I'm more than just a weapon for you to use when you wish!"
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(-125m)

The Great Tyrant lets out a blood-curdling scream as she dives towards the prism once again, only to be repelled violently into the floor.
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(-50m)

"Enough of these silly games, it seems my lure worked perfectly. I had a great time killing people for you, but remember it was My choice, and Mine alone."
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(+100m)

An unseen force grabs the Great Tyrant's body and suspends it midair, her eyes widening further with shock.
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(-50m)

"Only you would be foolish enough to provoke the Voice of a God, but don't worry, I have plans for you. Death would be too good for you, you shall remain here as My thrall."
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(+125m)

The Great Tyrant exclaims, "Argh! No! You can't do this! My power will destroy you, Jagre!"
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(-125m)

"Ah yes, I never did truly introduce Myself... I am Jagrerox, the Darkening Scream, the Destroyer of Eardrums, the Bearer of Blight. You bore Me, Tyria."
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An unseen force bends the Great Tyrant's body backwards with an amused laugh before placing her upright once again.
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(+125m)

"And it seems we have an audience! Well, I couldn't leave within performing something for My loving audience. Touch My prism and get ready to wrack and roll!!!"
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(-125m)

touch prism
You reach out and touch a prism formed from seething dark energies.
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(-50m)

The prism soundlessly flares the most radiant crimson, banishing all shadows from the amphitheatre.
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The distant, repeated strum of a broken chord fills the silence, beating a steady, measured time.
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(+50m)

A quavery whisper breathes indistinct notes over the bare accompaniment, and then focuses into the piping, straight sound of a child's voice, high pitched and off-note but honey sweet in a simple mellifluous hum which weaves its simply melody in complex, unexpected harmonies with the chords beneath.
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(-100m)

The strumming grows in intensity and vigor and the hum widens into a open vowel before forming words:
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(+100m)

                   * * * In halcyon days were we begun * * *
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                    * * * When Jagrerox and I were one * * *
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                * * * Within His creche He felt the thrum * * *
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(-50m)

                     * * * Dynara's Song of Creation * * *
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Ethereal vines and flowers form in the air, each bursting into multi-coloured flowers and blooms of light before fading into a ghostly after-image.
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(+50m)

The constant strumming grows in intensity once more, and a rich but jaunty baritone voice reverberates in the air around you:
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(+75m)

                   * * * No Godly man nor maid took He * * *
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(-50m)

                  * * * Nor thought He much of artistry * * *
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                   * * * The craft of war He did abhor * * *
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(+100m)

                    * * * And all His love was harmony * * *
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(-50m)

The final syllable elongates into a long vowel and, suddenly, the baritone splits into a piping trio of treble voices weaving intricate counterpoint melodies about themselves in bewildering, alien modes and half tones which resonate uneasily upon the ear.
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(-50m)

Piping flutes and distant chimes join the musical texture. Zithers and lutes strum as a bass drum beats a compound rhythm and the trio of voices burst once more into words:
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                    * * * He was a Keeper of that song * * *
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(+100m)

                 * * * Whereof and from all matter sprung * * *
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                   * * * With voice and violin He spun * * *
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(-50m)

                     * * * Embellishments of Creation * * *
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(-50m)

In an endless, parodic round, the voices sing the words over and over each other in mindless repetition, destroying all sense of meaning in a crescendo of rising pitches before a unison shriek which broadens into a single rich soprano tone, laden with a wide oscillating vibratto:
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                  * * * And when Magnora's heralds came * * *
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               * * * Yet still He played and sang the same * * *
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(+100m)

               * * * The skies were rent, the ground aflame * * *
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(-50m)

                  * * * He sang of loss and sorest pain * * *
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Strains of unbearable misery enter the music, as other unidentifiable instruments swell the chorus in a churning fugue of themes and counter-themes whose fast delivered notes form unearthly chords of raw, tangible melancholy rising above subservient scales of angry, jarring notes.
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                   * * * Shordella fell to Zenos' greed * * *
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(-100m)

                * * * Her songs He took, and soorest need * * *
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(+100m)

                   * * * Compelled the weeping Jagrerox * * *
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                * * * To pluck His tongue lest He succumb * * *
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(+25m)

                * * * And hide His voice and be made dumb * * *
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(-75m)

                        * * * And never sing again * * *
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(+50m)

Echoes die away into an empty silence.
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(+50m)

In a belligerent clang and crash of drums, the music surges back into life, and a wide, deep, powerful voice bellows out:
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(-125m)

                   * * * And Jagrerox was next pursued * * *
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(+75m)

                   * * * By Zenos, craving further food * * *
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               * * * Betwixt the blistering planes He fled * * *
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(+25m)

                     * * * And ever after Zenos sped * * *
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(-125m)

             * * * Through smoldering mountains He was traced * * *
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(+150m)

                   * * * And over gaping valleys chased * * *
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(-50m)

Like waves crashing against the shore, chromatic scales of tritones rise and fall, jarring against parallel perfect fifths while cymbols clash and shrieks pierce the maelstrom of noise at random. Overlaying the tumult, a vast, thundering base voice chants upon a single note:
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(+50m)

                * * * And all the while He cried for help * * *
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                * * * But, soundlessly so none could hear * * *
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                 * * * None save for me, His hidden voice * * *
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                     * * * I resonated with His fear * * *
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(+125m)

                   * * * I choked upon His dying curse * * *
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(-50m)

                   * * * As by degrees He was devoured * * *
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(-75m)

                * * * I screamed of endless driving thirst * * *
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              * * * And shrieked as He renounced his choice * * *
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(+125m)

A huge drum roll deafens you as the figure within the prism swells and darkens.
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(-75m)

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(+125m)

The figure within the prism wails a soft lament of despair, death and darkness.
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                                      * * * WRACK AND ROLL AND DEATH AND PAIN * * *
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(-125m)

                                  * * * LET'S FEEL THE FEAR OF DEATH AGAIN * * *
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         * * * WE'LL KILL AND SLAUGHTER, EAT THE SLAIN * * *
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(+125m)

            * * * IN RAVAGING WE'LL ENTERTAIN * * *
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The figure within the prism claps his insubstantial hands together and a sound like a thousand cymbals deafens you.
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(-75m)

The figure within the prism extends insubstantial arms, conducting itself into a terrifying crescendo with a long, ponderous upbeat, before he begins his chorus again:
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                        * * * WRACK AND ROLL AND DEATH AND PAIN * * *
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                 * * * LET'S FEEL THE FEAR OF DEATH AGAIN * * *
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       * * * WE'LL KILL AND SLAUGHTER, EAT THE SLAIN * * *
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(+125m)

                                  * * * IN RAVAGING WE'LL ENTERTAIN * * *
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(-25m)

The figure within the prism gains in colour, gravity and size, swelling with dark power.
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(+75m)

A prism formed from seething dark energies exclaims, "I AM MYSELF AGAIN!"
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(-125m)

With a sound like the clashing of weapons, the figure within the prism bursts with sadistic laughter, bowing constantly.
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A prism formed from seething dark energies exclaims, "You have been a wonderful audience! Gain power from My song and use it to reap destruction!"
You feel your body and spirit empowered by the song of Jagrerox.
 The effects will last approximately one Lusternian month.
You have received the Engines of War ikon as a quest reward!
04:38:09.37|106%h|96%m|109%e|10p|87%en|46%w mBexk-

Lavinya

There was someone recently (I forget who) that we made witness this quest before we inguilded her. Remember? You tried to whisk the novice away and Lavinya rapped your knuckles for it .

If I remember rightly, everyone who is present at the end gets a buff too. We sure could do it more often (and invite the city for buffedness!) I know Llandros used to!

Everiine

Neat!

Marcella

This loses so much being on the forums without all the color of it.

Tremula

Lavinya said:

There was someone recently (I forget who) that we made witness this quest before we inguilded her. Remember? You tried to whisk the novice away and Lavinya rapped your knuckles for it .

If I remember rightly, everyone who is present at the end gets a buff too. We sure could do it more often (and invite the city for buffedness!) I know Llandros used to!

The sad thing is, I was trying to whisk her away to take her to you. Pesky gems of cloaking.

Enadonella

Damn I want to see this.

Akyaevin

Lavinya said:

There was someone recently (I forget who) that we made witness this quest before we inguilded her. Remember? You tried to whisk the novice away and Lavinya rapped your knuckles for it .

If I remember rightly, everyone who is present at the end gets a buff too. We sure could do it more often (and invite the city for buffedness!) I know Llandros used to!

It's 5% health, maybe mana or ego. Doubt it stacks with Throne.

Arcanis

ah, whenever I read this, I cannot help but feel sad for poor Jagre. He is, without a doubt, one of my favorite characters.

Shaddus

I'm reminded of the time we caught Fain eating poor Jagregox, and we had to sacrifice beggars at the altar inside the Cacophony guildhall to get him back.

Qistrel

Enadonella said:

Damn I want to see this.

Done.


It's a really cool quest, I enjoyed it...apart from the jackals running away.

Enadonella

It was awesome. I am going to do it again!

Also, we have a lot of creatures to chase of late. Is there a reason -ALL- Mag creatures bloody run?