Dépaysement; Into The Nexus.
The 'fake' Gyogi, somewhere above, pulling some scheme.
Gyogi floated about the almost forgotten apothecary store room. If he still had a corporeal stomach he'd had aches and cramps from the knots he felt. He tried not to think on the flash backs of the last months in his mind.
The attack of Drakko and his interdimensional and time minions, he, Gyogi being cast into this 'dungeon ' of sorts.
It was absolute torture for the monk spirit whom was a devoted servant to the Daimyo. a cross between what third earthers would call a King's Steward. Or a Butler. And a good friend to the once power wizard who had ruled the Nexus. A world in the space between worlds, and it's creatures. Fairies, Elves, dragon lands, orks and other assorted beings. Some of the fiefdoms rulers in open fielty to Drakko and his overthrowing the Daimyo, like the Orcs and Goblins and some mixed races from places where all sorts of interdimensional and even alien beings came to live.
Others in rebellion, war was everywhere.
And the Daimyo? he had been sick with the grief of lose of his son for months, fading his powers leeching from him. Gyogi had tried to bolster and encourage to give hope, but the powerful ruler had been in no state of mind to refuse the once revered dragon warrior Drago, now Drakko. On the plus side the spectral monk mused, his hoping had been right the Daimyo's son was not dead, but he had somehow merged witht he dragon, the two now Drakko.
Gyogi felt power above and feared. He could not know it was the warrior Leonardo being coaxed and teased by the fake Gyogi into tryng to scry and pull his brothers into the Nexux. But the real gyogi did feel the powers at play and instead fearing the worse.
He floated past the desk and shelves of old portions ingredients and other arcane artefacts. He'd paced like this for long days now wishing he was not caught in here. but it was on the what had to be the some hundredth breeze past the shelves, that rattled and the jars, pots and tins filled with all sorts of contents chinked or jiggled and or clanked that he paused -
There was that power again - and he just spied. Shells! Turtles shells, four in a open pot - dried out and old and it didn't matter he could tap into some of that power he felt. Get the Daimyo warriors who would help!
The Turtles!
Yes! zipping back to the desk in a poof of cloud the spirit the spirit swept a rather blank looking world map onto the floor not caring how it landed as long as it was facing up! and then in a rush of cold wind he hurried back to the shelves reaching for and with his own energies limited using just enough to shove the jar of turtle shells over, spilling the four shells towards the map spread on the floor, chanting a summoning chant picturing the four turtle warriors who had taken part of their tournament, the orange banded one who had won, pulling on the building powers about channelling everything into the little shells, some local terrapins hatchlings that never made it, the pretty little shells tinkling and clattering as they rolled from the pot and clattered - a couple with little bounces off the edge of shelf.
Gyogi felt a stab of unease when the the falling shells broke upon the map and the four became several pieces spread evenly over places on the map below but he tried not to focus on this summoning... summoning, somewhere above he though he could barely make out Drakko's excited and loud braying boast he was going to make splinter, Leonardo, the Daimyo and even Usagi the samurai rabbit pay! but it was becoming fuzzie as his own incantation began to take effect.
As his conciousness and spiritual bodie faded - using so much of his own energy to pull at the magics to summon the ninja turtles! he though he heard above a angered roar yowl from the evil creature that had once been two separate entities and other shouts or yells - he couldn't make out those as well as he seemed to melt into a puddle that vanished. As he did so hoping his gambit worked. It would be a while before he could rematerialize and possibly learn what if anything happened with his spell.
Where the spiritual referee of the Battle Nexus tournament faded the map cripsed and curled and holes appeared where the pieces of turtle shells were, smoking and charring. Summoning not the intended four but more ninja turtles and unexpected spares! From more than one dimension and time!
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