Alfheimr (After War)

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The Tyranophant hovered out of a Dimension Gate from the Veritas into a random place on Alfheim that had some energy readings to it. He gave it a once over as the Dimension Gate closed behind him and he noticed that he was in a park. He'd not yet been to all of the places in Hearic, but he was interested in the world. He spotted Jol reading a book by the fire and decided he might wanna make friendly with her to show that there were no hard feelings between them all. "Heya," he said to her, "Nice Book You Got There. What's It About?"

The Tyranophant was in the middle of trying to break apart bergbui when his hand was grazed by an arrow. "Oi, Shit!" he yelped, shaking his hand. "Yeah, Yeah, I Get It. Sorry." By this time, he was shrinking, anyway. "Oh, Damn... Looks Like My Power Is Waning..." He couldn't do a lot of the things that usually came natural-like to him. He couldn't maintain his giant form for very long, and instead returned to his normal size, which was smaller than the bergbui. "Damnation," he said. "Oh Well, That's What Super Strength Is For." The Grand Panda enlarged his arm and swatted three of the bergbui away. "I Can't Get All Of Em With My Powers Failing Me!" He said, turning to any of the others to try to cover him. That goblome was pretty sharp. So was Tiressa.

The Tyranophant was doing his best trying not to destroy the bergbui, but he had no idea why. He was just the muscle of this situation, not the head. He had no clue what the deeper side of this situation was... But at least he knew what a bergbui was now. "Yeah, I Gotcha," the Grand Panda said as he looked at his own paw, which had returned to normal size against his will. "... Dammit... Even This Much...?" He wasn't sure WHY Alfheim had this effect on him... Yet... But the little 1% of power he did have was also unstable, much like when he first got there. He lowered his paw. "... At Least I Can Maintain My Elemental Forms," he muttered to himself. "I'll Just Have To Hope I Don't Get Into Something Thinking I've Got More Power Than I Have... And Get Hurt."

The Tyranophant nodded his panda bear head and closed his eyes, shifting back into his normal form as The Tyranophant. He didn't exactly know where to look for healers, nor what they looked like in Hearic, but he was able to find them by warping to the energy signatures that they gave off. He flashed around the city, explaining to people what was going on and gathering them up to go to the mountain, or letting them run off for themselves. When he was done warping around, he steadily floated before the other healers and said, "Let's Go!" He darted ahead of them, but he didn't fly too far or too fast -- just enough to make haste of the critical situation at hand.

The Tyranophant waved Thorgerdr off as she passed by. "Nice Workin With Ya," he said to her as she left. Though the situation was still grim, everyone did their best. Ty was sorry that the goblome was injured so badly, but his life was not forfeit, so that was a blessing. Ty was about to hover off to Tiressa when he spotted Ljos riding in on her trusty steed. He took the liberty of explaining what was going on as best he could. "Ljos! Thank Goodness. The Bergbui Were Fighting Us, But Suddenly Stopped And Stood Down, Being Of No Threat To You Anymore... However, An Explosion Occurred In The Goblin Town And Many Have Lost What Was Precious To Them. Tiressa And Thorgerdr Got The Fires Under Control, And I Got The Healers, But I'm Not Sure What We'll Do Next..."

The Tyranophant wanted to be more part of this, as he would finally understand what this 'Ian' person was up to and why he was the bane of their existence, but he was actually feeling pretty worn out from using his powers to strenuously and having them fail on him somewhat. He was more tired in his heart than in his mind or body, not really pleased with the fact that he lost more and more power each time he came. He wanted to know why. He'd take things slowly in Alfheim for now and keep his normally natural use of his powers to a minimum. "I'll Have To Catch Up With You All About This Another Time," The Tyranophant said to the all, especially Ljos, adding, "If You Need The Veritas... Don't Hesitate To Ask." He opened a Dimension Gate and passed through.

The Tyranophant opened a Dimension Gate from the Veritas into the mountains of Alfheim, where he'd notice something going on. "A Festival?" he said to himself, "... Right Now?" The only festival he could think of that was had at this time was Thanksgiving on Earth. He wasn't expecting anything like that HERE, where something like that literally meant nothing. "... Meh. Seems Like There's-- OO A BALL PIT!" Ty knew what he was gonna go for when things got started. Apparently, though, people were just arriving. Floating over to them, Ty gave a friendly, "Yo, Guys!" to everyone there, waving his hand lackadaisically. "What Is All This? And Who's Hosting? Kudos To Them!"

The Tyranophant looked around at the goblins doing their thing and nodded his head. "Wow, Our Goblins Are Not Nearly As Fancy." Ty thought. "... I Don't Think. They Be Runnin' 'Round There... Somewhere..." He gestured obscurely with his hand. "Anywho, Nice Setup. Can't Wait For That Ballpit." He gave a light applause at the setup, then hovered over to grab a drink. He wasn't really one to eat too much, the skinny little thing, but he might get the spare turkey leg should he feel it. Ty quickly hovered to a seat and sipped his champagne, elegantly relaxing with his arm hanging over the chair's top behind him. He awaited the special announcement... And the ballpit.

The Tyranophant listened to the serious speech Deg gave and bowed his head solemnly. He was ashamed that he couldn't do more... And because of that, there were many injuries and casualties. Ty closed his eyes for a moment, then lifted his head. The goblins were still giving it their all. That put a light smile on his face. He raised his glass to give a kind 'Cheers' to the Goblin King and Goblintown, and that it was more or less okay. The only words that came out of Ty's mouth were quiet utterances. "Wish I Coulda Done More, Goblin King..." Ty felt a heavy weight on his heart that made him a little more somber, but he'd just down his drink and escort himself to some more afterward. He gave a tender, but sad smile to Deg and the goblins, raising his glass again, then returning to his seat.

The Tyranophant kept his own emotions in check. He was feeling more than he should have, but the memories of the event kept flashing through his head... And his power waning right when they needed it most. He was here to help, not be more of a burden. Sipping some of his champagne lightly and placing it down, he'd quirk a brow at the mention of sumo wrestling. "This, I Gotta See." Hell, he might even just grab a slice of pizza -- which was his favorite food, mind you. Hovering past people in an orderly fashion, he took a single slice of pizza and bit into it, then casually hovered near the ballpit as he gradually consumed his pizza. His boots were off now and he, after making sure Val was out of the way, fell into the ballpit backwards, splashing balls at Val.

The Tyranophant lurked in the balls... Deep. He was watching to see if this sumo thing was going to get as balls deep as he was right now. "If This Is How Goblins Party, I Wanna Come To Every One," Ty said to himself, but loud enough to be heard.

The Tyranophant popped up out of the ballpit and hovered back over to his drink. "I Gotta Be Drunk For This..." he muttered, finishing his champagne and going for the hard stuff now. Whatever was there was getting into his glass and down his throat. With a satisfied, but queasy face from drinking too fast, he almost bet his soul on someone's victory... But wasn't drunk enough to actually start calling out things like that. He had a tolerance for liquor, but he was also on an empty stomach... Just like he liked it. He was like this at pretty much every party with drink -- no food, all drunk. Refilling his glass, he took to his seat to watch events unfold.

The Tyranophant took a gander at Jol's face when she squared up and jumped a bit in his seat. "Oi! Cripes! Scarin' Tha Daylights Outta Me!" he jested, laughing afterward. Ty continued to intake alcohol at a steady, but swift pace, escalating his drunkenness severely in a matter of minutes. He was DEFINITELY that guy. But he also had to make sure he didn't accidentally poison himself and become mortal or some Hercules type shit or whatever. "I Woulda Got Away With It, Too, If It Wasn't For..." He paused. "Wait, I Mean, ON WITH IT! BATTLE TOADS, HO!!"

The Tyranophant winced as he watched Jol get her ass whooped twice in a row and literally explode. "Ooo... That One's Gonna Leave A Mark," Ty said, sobering up real quick when he saw Ljos dominate Jol so devastatingly. "UH, IT'S OKAY, JOL, YOU GOT THE NEXT ONE!!" But there would be no next one, sadly. Ty was just trying to be sympathetic. "Best Two Outta Three!" It already WAS best two outta three. "Uh... Uh...!" Ty thunk. "HOORAY! CHEERS!" He raised his glass and shifted his eyes shadily.

The Tyranophant shook his head, chuckling darkly. "Yeh, I Think Exploding Was Against The Rules." He downed his drink, thoroughly drunk now. "Great Party Game, Goblin King! Maybe Next Time I Might... Wanna..." Whup, Ty was about to become a mortal for a second. "HRK!" He choked it down, not letting anything up. He was definitely at his drink limit... Which was lower whilst he was here. Damn, did everything about him downgrade? Didn't matter, he didn't puke everywhere. "Hey," he said with a drunken idea, "Maybe I Should Give It A Swig... I Mean Swing." Ty was just drunk enough to try it out.

The Tyranophant dreamily watched as the next set of sumo wrestlers made their rounds. "YEAH, GO LJOL!!" he screamed out, vision blurred. All he could see now was something waddling with vigor vehemently toward the other and succeed in doing something or other to defeat the enemy in combat. "Yaaaay," Ty said, clapping loudly. "Let's See Some More Explosions!" Ty was always ready for something to explode.

The Tyranophant was drunk. He was feeling spirited, even if he could barely make out what he was doing and saying. He didn't realize that his intake had gotten so high, but that was the fun part about being drunk! However... Ty was also sleepy, and being drunk and sleepy made for a different sort of combination. He tuckered himself out in the ballpit. And screaming. Definitely screaming. "Ay, I Uh... I'm Kinda... A Lil... Drunk. And, Uh, The Veritas Needs... Tyranophanting, So I'mma Just..." He opened a Dimension Gate. "Happy Goblin Festival...! I Had A Blast. Real Good Party. Def Comin' To The Next One." Ty yawned, rubbing his eyes cutely. "... Ty Sweepy. Ty Go To Veritas Now." Hovering slowly, Ty went into the Dimension Gate and it closed behind him.

The Tyranophant appeared from out of a Dimension Gate from the Veritas, as usual, but this time in a place that was more foreign to him than the city of Hearic was. "The Hell?" He looked around for a moment, observing the area, then turned to see Ljos and company coming to a halt. That's where he greeted them. "Eh, Sup Guys? You... Uh... Busy?" He couldn't help but notice the differences between Hearic and the Hinderlands, finding the change to be rather drastic. "Where In The Hell Are We? What Are You All Doing?" Ty asked curiously.

The Tyranophant crossed his arms. "Ah, The Daughter Told Me About Your Endeavors When She Last Visited," Ty said. He knew he had no business being with them as they conducted their political war affairs, so when Red said that he would keep watch, Ty would say, "I'll Stay With Red. Keep Him Company." He looked at his fellow dragon-man and gave a crooked smile, hovering over to him. Perhaps now would be a good chance to bond? "I Hope You Don't Mind, Red," Ty said as he waved at everyone as they greeted him and also departed.

The Tyranophant casually chatted with Red, finding the fellow to be quite the interesting type. He was a Daedra, yet he didn't pose many personal qualities befitting of those of that world that Ty had seen in his video games. Not to mention, Ty noticed that Red was the only one to call him 'Ty' instead of 'Tyrant', which made big ups on the homie list. "Yeah, Well, I Wouldn't Want Ya To Stop Me From Havin' A Friendly Chat," Ty said with a light chuckle. "Passes The Time." Ty did, however, notice the alfar near the barn, but thought nothing of them. He quite slightly heard himself introduced as a Tyrant and facepalmed. He wasn't trying to just be known for half his title, which was Tyranophant. Either way, he let it go. "You Don't Hold Grudges, Huh, Red?"

The Tyranophant was a quirky one. Sometimes he was ill-tempered and impetuous, other times he was calm and composed. It seemed like he went through the spectrum of emotions more in a day than most people in a week. But that was because of his Seven Spirits, the Elemental Gods that comprised his form, which gave his personality a pinch of literally everything from loud and obnoxious to solemn and humble. As probably had been seen. But, not dwelling on that, Ty was privied up to Red's words and gave an emotionless stare at the alfar that were looking his way. At times, he could even lack emotion, which was more a sign to his full nature. "I Doubt It Will Be Long Before The Others Finish. If They Bring It To Us, We Have The Peeps Inside To Vouch."

The Tyranophant's initial expression was lifeless and distant as he looked to the young lady that presented herself before him and Red. His mind calculated the probable and possible outcomes of whatever decision was made beforehand and his emotions were kept at bay. Eventually, he did smile -- though softly -- and speak in a gentle tone toward the girl. "That Is A Lovely Flower," Ty said gingerly, but making no moves at all besides hovering, "Is That Something Precious To You?" He didn't want to bother to introduce himself, since his name was probably just something people couldn't pronounce, but gave the short version anyway. "I Am Ty. My Associate And I Are Here With The Jarl." He figured mentioning that was worth something to the girl, maybe.

The Tyranophant wasn't sure how close he was to anyone in Alfheim, to be honest, and kept his formal distance in order to keep from further offense or overstepping of boundaries. They said they accepted him, but there were times where he wondered if they really had in their hearts. So to keep things leveled, he practiced emotional social distancing to keep from hurting feelings accidentally... Or having feelings hurt accidentally in return. Wouldn't want another war. In spite of any of that, Ty saw that the girl was here for Red, giving him a commemorative present. It warmed Ty's heart, but he kept it to himself this time. He could sense that if he felt too much and started glowing, it might attract unnecessary attention. So he stood by silently.

The Tyranophant was happy on the inside from Red and this girl, which only showed from a slight curl of a smile unto his face. But still his eyes seemed distant. What could he be thinking about? Many things crossed his mind, some that made his eyes quiver with vehemence, and others that soothed them to a close. His deep thought was broken by Red's offering of his drink. Ty's eyes suddenly snapped back to reality and gained a myriad of colors as he took to the wine jug, smiling and nodding with acceptance. He took a swig with regards to Red, only to be met with Ljos with some more beverages. Returning Red his wine, Ty took his drink and nodded to Ljos. "Thank You..." he said, voice echoing and eyes still shifting colors. A lot was on his mind, apparently.

The Tyranophant's eyes radiated with color as the color faded from his truly crystalline form. He looked like nothing more than a translucent construct now, save for his eyes, still sifting between the colors of the spectrum. "... I..." Ty tried to say, suddenly realizing that Ljos called him 'Ty' for once. All of his emotion was concentrated in his eyes now. "... I Think You Just Called My 'Ty' For Once..." he answered, voice still echoing, "... That Makes Me Happier Than I Can Express." His face seemed chiseled in a perpetual somber smile, but his eyes spoke a different story. "This Area Is... Quaint. I Would Hope To See More Of It One Day. Maybe The People Will Warm Up To Outsiders." He laughed lightly, the echo carrying on a bit. "I Hope All Went Well Today," he said.

The Tyranophant continued to drink his drink as Ljos explained to him more about Alfheim, saying afterward, "Maybe One Day You Will Be Visiting The Veritas The Same Way." If they maintained good relations, their worlds would be connected officially, and then that could happen readily. Ty was pleased with that thought. When Red made it a note to call him 'Ty', he closed his eyes and the color within them returned to his entire body, filling the crystalline form to the brim with his normal appearance. "Thank You..." he said again to Red; to everyone. "... I'm Glad That I Came." But now, it was time to depart. "I Must Go Now. But Remember That I'm Here For You... You Are My Allies." He opened up a Dimension Gate. "... And Friends..." Then, he floated through, and it closed.

The Tyranophant floated through a Dimension Gate that opened up at the top of the mountain, seeing a group of people that he knew gathered about. He looked a bit tired, eyes sunken with a waning smile. "Hello... Friends..." Could he really call them that? He wanted to, obviously, but he was still uncertain, even after all of this time spent with them. He was fond of Red and Ljos, who saw him as more than just a Tyrant these days -- which he was, hence why his name was 'The Tyranophant' -- but Heidr, he wasn't so sure about. "What's The Word Today?" Hands in his pockets, he looked around and saw a new face that he didn't know. "... Um, Hi There," he said to her, "I'm The Tyranophant Of The Veritas." He took a hand out of his pocket and waved slowly.