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Chapter 21: Escalation
White flames danced up and down Kadmon’s right
arm, finally coalescing at his hand. His eyes clenched shut as his mind
and his rune struggled for supremacy. When his eyes opened again, his
emerald glow was gone, replaced instead by a harsh silver flame. Four
of the armors were within striking distance. Kadmon’s bare fist
rocketed through one as it moved to raise its sword. The entire form
evaporated under the force, almost as though it had been violently
ripped from reality. In truth, that wasn’t a far off estimation.
The force behind the punch had, with the aid of the Rune of Portals,
created a rift in space. It wasn’t a wise maneuver, as repeated
uses as such had the potential to create dimensional tears on a scale
far greater than those of Werewolf Earth. The other three armors met a
slightly less horrifying fate, as they were smashed to shards.
Sturm hovered a foot from the paladin’s
shoulder, electricity arcing from it intermittently as it did so. At
the present time, the part of Kadmon that was still in control
wasn’t about to dismiss it in case the need for the sword arose.
The remaining eight armored minions charged the supercharged hero, lead
by Ombra. The dark warrior raised Garm to strike, only to be blasted
away by a right hook. By the time he returned, his remaining eight
armored soldiers had been taken apart piece by piece.
There was no need for elegance when fighting as
Kadmon was now. Ombra, for all of the power he held in his stronghold,
paled in comparison to a wrathful Kadmon. He still did have a few
tricks up his sleeve, though, not the least of which being his own
stealthy nature. Kadmon had many advantages, but his inability to
visually detect an enemy who had shed his visibility was a weakness
that was only heightened by the near-berserker rage induced by the
unbound Rune of Wrath. Ombra was able to easily blend with the shadows
in his stronghold, and with their help moved to strike down his fellow
An enraged construct, he soon found, was somewhat
more durable than anticipated. However, even empowered as he was,
Kadmon wasn’t invulnerable, and a slice from a sword enchanted
similarly to his own still hurt. Though the Rune of Wrath arrested the
function of the Rune of Recovery, it didn’t leave him without
some means of regenerating damaged tissue. Ombra hadn’t yet
vacated his position for a more strategically favorable one, and
quickly paid the price for it. Kadmon’s right hand thundered into
his face, and the damage it caused siphoned back to him, repairing the
damage done by Garm. Prima Ombra, now shy a few teeth, decided it would
be best to strike and move after that.
“Alright people, get moving!” Aidan
yelled, pointing back the way they’d originally come in,
“Kadmon is dealing with Ombra right now, and I don’t think
any of us want to be in here when that fight escalates.” He
turned his back to his fellow heroes, directing the people with him to
the exit while also lethally irradiating a summoner who had been
A nearby wall exploded as a man in a white mask flew
through it. He was quickly followed by a cyborg in a black flack
jacket. His glowing goggles turned to Sera, “Good to see you
again Sera.” His foot crashed into the rising assassin,
“I’ll catch up with you guys shortly, Garlanus and I are
enjoying a game of soccer right now.”
Sera walked to the door, took two steps out and then
doubled over clutching her head. ElectraFlame and Miss Informed were at
her sides almost instantly to help her up. “Kadmon…”
Her eyes had taken on a blue glow again as she looked back to where
there was a battle being fought, “He can’t find Ombra. We
have to do something. I’m going back in!”
“Are you insane or just stupid?” Kryphon
asked, “You just got OUT of there, and you already want to go
back in? Kadmon can take care of himself, we have to get out of
A hand clapped down on Kryphon’s shoulder,
“Looks like you just volunteered yourself to come with me,”
Sera grinned, “Anyone else?” ElectraFlame and Smoke Signal
stepped forward, “Alright, lets go!” Kryphon attempted to
protest, but found himself being dragged by the arm back into the
A large number of Council soldiers exited through
the main entrance after Sera and her small group went back in. Several
of the men who had been carrying bombs in their backpacks before were
leaving with packs still bulging, but with different items entirely.
When Tom stopped one of them, he obligingly opened the pack and
whispered to him, “Kadmon offered us a sizable sum of money to
‘acquire’ as many of these artifacts as we could for
him.” Tom’s hand clapped to his face in sheer disbelief.
“Alright men, we’ve done what we came to
do. Full retreat!” Requiem pointed in the direction of the portal
they’d entered from. The entire group of Council troops left as
quickly as they’d come, their portal fading from existence
shortly after the last man stepped through.
Chapter 22: More Than a Weapon
Kadmon’s arm swung through the air,
pulverizing a pillar near where Ombra had most recently struck him. His
costume, almost pristine when the battle started, was now sliced,
hacked, and covered in blood that mostly belonged to him. The only
reason he hadn’t died already was because Ombra, he discovered,
didn’t know that the Rune of Wrath could draw regenerative energy
from non-living entities, and so the armors he would summon to distract
the paladin were really serving the exact opposite effect he’d
“Why don’t you just give up and die
already?” Ombra asked, his voice reverberating from the remaining
walls, “Why do you continue to resist when it is obvious that you
can’t defeat me? You’re nothing but a broken weapon, dull
Kadmon looked around the room in a vain attempt to
determine where the voice was coming from. When he finally did answer,
his voice lacked the warmth that normally filled his speech. “Why
give up before I’m beaten?” Anger echoed in his tone,
“Why die before my time?” Rage thundered from his vocal
chords, “Why degrade myself and consider myself nothing more than
a living weapon?” Wrath seethed from him. A pair of Ombra’s
armored minions shattered under the unfathomable force of
Kadmon’s fists. He could sense several of his friends coming
closer. He figured the bombs to have less than ten minutes left, not
nearly enough time for them to get to the battleground and back.
Ombra dropped to the ground quietly, Garm at his
side, “Enough of this, it’s time for you to die, Kadmon.
It’s a shame, though, that you must delude yourself. All we are,
all we’ve ever been, all we ever CAN be, are living weapons,
nothing more.” His stance lowered as he drew his blade back,
“And what does a weapon do?”
A loud, shrill whistle pierced the air, and Kadmon
turned to look directly at Ombra, “An excellent question,”
His fist collided with Sturm, taking the blade’s electricity and
sending away the physical manifestation, “A weapon is designed to
fight, and kill,” An electrically charged punch knocked the dark
swordsman hurtling away, “However, you act like I accept your
views. I’m more than a weapon, Prima Ombra!” The flames
coming from Kadmon’s eyes changed to his distinct shade of green,
“I am Kadmon, I exist to protect!”
Kryphon stepped through into the room first, sword
drawn. He was quickly followed in by Electra, Smoke and Sera. Kadmon
stood there, watching a newly created mound of rubble. “Kad, are
“I wanted you all to get out of here for your
own safety.” His gaze never left the pile of rubble he knew Ombra
to currently be under, “The bombs that Requiem had set are
already too close to their detonation time for you to get back to the
others before this place goes up.”
“Hey, I tried to talk her out of it,
Kad” Kryphon chimed in, “She dragged me by the arm to get
me down here!”
Sera turned to Kryphon, “Hey! If you
hadn’t spoken up in the first place, I probably wouldn’t
have even noticed you there!”
“Would you both kindly be quiet? I don’t
think Ombra is dead yet.” Arcs of electricity moved up and down
Kadmon’s arms, “Thank you for your concern for me, but I
have one favor to ask of you.”
“What would that be, Kad?” Sera asked as she took a step toward him.
Kadmon tossed his apartment keys to her, “If I
don’t come back, give those keys to Jack.” The air cracked
with the sound of a teleportation spell, “Now, leave this place
and return to our earth.” The quartet vanished from the
room, “I have a promise to keep.”
Chapter 23: Keeping Promises
Ombra thrashed out from under the pile, stabbing
Garm into the ground as he stood up. “I will tear you apart,
Kadmon! I will use your skull as a mortar, and your femur as a pestle!
“Shut your mouth and get on with it. Our time
is running out, Ombra, and I want a clear winner before that.”
His electricity began arcing to the ground and walls around him.
“Fine then! Let’s end this here and
now!” Ombra rushed his double bringing Garm down like an
avalanche. The blade was caught and the attack countered with a
precision jab to his ribs. He staggered back then quickly slashed
again, only to have the blade caught again and another charged punch to
his ribs, “Damn you Kadmon! Stop playing around!”
His burning glow brightened as a grin crossed the
paladin’s face, “Very well, you will have the honor of
seeing first-hand what my Rune of Wrath is capable of.”
Ombra’s Garm screeched through the air once more, only to once
again be caught. Kadmon wrenched the blade from his hand and looked at
it, “Your weapon is a fine one indeed. I might just keep
Ombra leapt back growling, “I’ll shred
you, you worthless flea!” His right hand shot skyward,
“Rune of Blades-“
“Stay your terrible fury!” Prima Ombra
looked at Kadmon. His eyes widened when he was what was in his
enemy’s hand. “And be sealed away from this time
forward!” The limiter armor that had once held his own Rune of
Wrath at bay vanished from the hero’s hand, appearing instead
over the Praetorian’s right arm. “Does that feel like an
Ombra’s face reshaped into what was decidedly
viewed as panic, which became clearly evident in his actions. Without
even thinking, he attempted to break Kadmon’s jaw with a left
hook. This, it turned out, was a grand mistake. His fist was caught
easily and the smile on Kadmon’s face turned malicious.
“Ahhh, so THAT is the rune on your left hand.
The Soul Catcher. That would explain where your minions came
from.” His visage darkened as he wrapped around and
hyper-extended the arm, “I don’t think you deserve to keep
this one,” Kadmon kicked Ombra to the ground, planting a foot on
his left elbow, “I don’t expect this will feel pleasant,
and allow me to assure you, I don’t intend for it to be a good
feeling.” There was a sound like a tree trunk snapping as Prima
Ombra’s arm bent the wrong way, accompanied by his terrified and
anguished cries, “Exactly as I expected,” The broken arm
tore loose with little more effort, then vanished from physical space
as Kadmon set it adrift between dimensions.
Ombra crawled away, placing a fair distance between
himself and the man who’d just disarmed him. When he felt that
Kadmon likely wasn’t looking at him, he took to the skies trying
to flee fate. The paladin’s eyes darted to the black spot rapidly
moving away. Less than a minute left on the bomb timer, there was no
way he was letting him escape now. Within an instant Kadmon closed the
distance, then passed the fleeing dark knight.
His fist crashed into Ombra’s face, dragging
him back in the direction of his doomed citadel. “Ombra, I am
going to tell you a little story before we crash into those accursed
halls of Oranbega you call home. A week ago, I made a promise.”
Fifteen seconds left.
“I promised one Ms. Serafina Dalton that I
would make you pay for what you did. You see, you killed two of her
best friends, and more of her fans than I cared to count.”
Kadmon’s hat flew from his head, and the wind rushed through his
“I promised that I would make you regret ever
even hearing about magic” The walls grew closer, “That
I’d do it through whatever means necessary.”
Kadmon’s eyes glowed with an emerald fury,
“I’ve kept my promise.” Both constructs crashed
through the remaining roof of the building as the bombs went off,
turning the entire structure into a blazing hell.
The heroes assembled near the portal watched the
pair as they crashed into certain destruction. “Oh God…
Kadmon… He can’t…” Sera’s eyes began to
tear up as she watched the inferno, “Kadmon can survive that,
can’t he?” She turned to the other people gathered. The
sight of Jack and other heroes taking off their hats and still other
heroes staring in shock weren’t exactly reassuring.
Kadmon’s hat drifted to the ground near
Sera’s feet. Picking it up only served to elicit more tears from
the already wet-eyed singer. Max’s large robotic hand came to a
rest on her shoulder, “Come on, we should get out of here.
I’m no expert, but I’m betting an explosion of that size
probably got Tyrant’s attention, and the last thing we’d
want right now would be a couple hundred of his soldiers breathing down
our necks.” An aura of sadness filled the air as the heroes
walked back through the portal they’d originally entered.
Two weeks later…
“We’re here today to mourn the passing
of a friend and comrade.” Jala said to the assembled heroes and
heroines from the podium. To her left, a casket with a slightly damaged
hat and a brown cape draped over it. To her right sat several other
heroes, including Stampead, Laser Jesus, Mjolnir, Statesman, and a
rather depressed new hero calling herself Masked Shrike. “Kadmon
lived and died a true hero. Since he arrived here a year ago, his only
concern has been the safety of the city and its people. He will be
sorely missed, by us and by all.” Jala looked down at the podium
as she stepped away.
Stampead stepped up to take her place. “I
remember when Kadmon first arrived here in Paragon City. Only my
violence could surpass his, I couldn’t help but respect him. Not
only that, but I’ve never seen a man who could send another man
flying with the pure awesome that he could.” He scratched his
head through his extremely long and pointy hair, “And there was
that one time, when he woke up on top of Atlas’ globe and he
jumped down without a second thought. Pure unadulterated awesome. And
he… well, I’m not really too good at this whole eulogizing
thing, so I’ll let States pick it up from here.”
People were still filing into the hall, both heroes
and citizens, young and old alike. One of them, dressed in a brown
suit, tapped Smoke Signal on the shoulder. “’Scuse me,
whose funeral is this?” He rubbed his chin, “I feel a bit
bad, not knowing who we’re committing to the earth here, so if
you could tell me without raising too much of a fuss that would be
Smoke didn’t turn around to see whom he was
talking to and just said, “I thought everyone in the city knew.
We got this hall for Kadmon’s funeral. He died fighting Prima
Ombra a couple weeks ago.” He turned to see why the man was
growling a bit, and quickly discovered the reason.
“For the love of God!” The man in brown
yelled, interrupting Statesman’s brief speech, “I disappear
for two weeks, TWO FREAKING WEEKS, and you have me pronounced
dead?!” Everyone in the hall turned to see who was yelling,
“Jeez, remind me to cancel my vacation plans for this May!
I’ll be half-decomposed in the minds of everyone by the time I
get back!” A luminous green glow appeared from behind his
sunglasses, “Honestly, what’s the legal amount of time
until someone is legally declared dead, seven years? Yeah, you guys
were about three hundred sixty four weeks early.”
The look in the eyes of everyone was clearly one of
shock. No one really had anything to say past his or her gaping jaws.
“What? Not a single, ‘Welcome back
Kadmon!’ or, ‘Nice to see you again Kad!’ or even,
‘Where have you been for the past two weeks?’” A vein
was protruding in his forehead, “I certainly hope you guys
haven’t already divided up my things, or even worse, turned them
over to MAGI. God only knows what might happen if Azuria even so much
as laid a finger on them.” No one said a word, “Alright,
fine then, if you ladies and gents are going to be like that I’m
out of here. You’ll find me at the bar.”
“Wait a minute!” Thor’s Assassin
yelled, “How, exactly, did you survive that? I mean, the Council
rigged that place with-“
“More megatons of explosives than any person
deserves to survive sitting through,” He tipped his sunglasses
down, revealing his bright green eyes to the amassed people, “But
then, we all know I’m no normal person. I’m Kadmon, I exist
in direct defiance of death. Now then, if you want the whole story,
I’ll be at the bar. I always found funerals to be a bit too
depressing for me, especially when it’s my funeral.” Kadmon
didn’t go two feet out of the building before stepping back in,
“One more thing, I can’t be forgetting my hat,” The
beat-up brown duster vanished from the coffin lid, appearing a moment
later in his hand, “Sera would have my head if I left this
somewhere.” After he left, the people assembled looked at each
other for a moment before filing out of the hall, leaving behind an
empty coffin draped with a brown cape.
The only person still in the hall after a couple of
minutes was a dumbfounded Masked Shrike. She was completely and totally
at a loss for words, which made it somewhat fortunate that there was no
one trying to talk to her. She looked down at her watch after a couple
minutes alone in the hall then decided that she didn’t want to
miss Kadmon’s story. Shrike snapped her fingers, changing from
her costume over to her civilian clothes. She grabbed Kadmon’s
cape off of the coffin as she ran out the door.
Fifteen minutes later, at a bar in King’s Row
“So, like I was saying, I had Ombra by the
face, and we were going headlong back into a soon-to-be exploding
building,” Kadmon semi-pantomimed the event using his hands,
“And I say to him ‘I’ve kept my promise,’ and I
swear to you, that guy must’ve wet himself then and there. Of
course, we crashed into the building right after that.”
Stampead smacked Kadmon on the back, “You
still didn’t tell us how you survived the explosion!”
Kadmon gave his younger friend a stern gaze, then
laughed and shook his head, “Patience, Stamp, patience. I’m
getting to it!” He quaffed a pint before continuing, “It
was really just a simple matter of using that Rune of Portals to get
myself out of there before the whole place blew. Nothing that
“If you were out of there before it blew up,
why did it take you two weeks to get back here?” Sera asked,
holding onto the hero’s left arm, “I mean, even if you fell
off target, you probably should’ve been able to get back easily
“That’s true, except for the fact that I
used three different teleport vectors. Because I was holding onto Ombra
when I made the portals, I knew he would also teleport when I
did.” His normal wry grin crossed his face, “One of them
was to Portal Court, that was the one I was aiming for. The second was
for Faathim’s Chantry. I was trying to drop the Rune of Portals
there, and I figured that if Ombra got dropped there Faathim could deal
with him as necessary.” He coughed a bit as his grin disappeared,
“The… ah… third vector was inside of an iceberg in
Antarctica. That was where I was aiming to leave Ombra.” Kadmon
scratched his head, “Well, everything got a bit mixed up in
transport. Ombra landed on a Police Drone and the Rune of Portals got
where it was supposed to go.”
Everyone looked at him for a few seconds before
bursting into laughter. “Let’s get this straight,”
Aidan said, “You got yourself lodged in an iceberg, after
ditching the Rune of Portals, and THAT is why it took you so long to
get back here?”
“More or less. Took me two days to break out
of the damn thing, another day and a half to get my bearings,” He
looked around to make sure everyone was paying attention.
Self-deprecating humor is only funny, after all, when you have an
audience who is paying enough attention to laugh at your misfortune,
“And the rest of the time to fly back here after pointing myself
in the exact wrong direction.” This, too, caused quite a bit of
A day that had begun steeped in grief and depression
ended on a high note, and as the party that had started off as a
funeral dispersed, Kadmon returned to his apartment with a lovely
red-haired young woman in tow. “I kinda figured that you
would’ve gone back on tour after everything was settled with
Ombra.” He turned to Sera, “Not that I mind sharing the
apartment, but it can get a bit cramped what with all of the artifacts
“I retired about three or four days after we
came back.” She smiled as she looked into his eyes, “I
think the fans will get over it. Since then, I’ve been-“
“Super-heroing it up, Masked Shrike?”
Sera looked like she was about to say something when Kadmon pointed to
his head, “Regeneration isn’t my only trick. Don’t
worry, your secret is safe with me.”
Sera shrugged, “I figure people will figure
out pretty quick who I really am anyway if I’m working with
you,” She retrieved the door key, “Anyway, while you were
gone I moved some of my stuff in here, and you’re right, it is
crowded in there. I was looking at an apartment on Talos Island, much
more room in there, and one of those trophy-room things. I figure you
could probably fill that with artifacts in no time flat.”
The pair stepped into the main room, still every bit
as messy, with piles upon piles of books, mystical artifacts sitting at
angles that they probably shouldn’t, several Council standard
issue backpacks full of books and artifacts that were also sitting at
angles they probably shouldn’t, and a few boxes of Sera’s
things. There was noise coming from the kitchen, so Kadmon summoned
Sturm and took a few steps toward the door. Peeking around the corner,
he saw a man in a red and blue costume with a white design on the front
of it. “Synapse! Why are- no, more importantly, how the hell did
you get in here?”
“Oh… uh… The window wasn’t
locked.” Synapse looked around for a moment before continuing,
“I heard you were dead… So… umm…
Congratulations on… not dying… and… bye!”
Before Kadmon could even move his sword to stop the speedster, he was
out the window and well down the road.
“So, you said you were looking at an apartment
on Talos? I won’t ask why you were looking for one when everyone
thought I was dead, but I think it would be a good idea to move.”
Kadmon walked over, closed, and locked the window, “The sooner
Sera put her arms around Kadmon’s shoulders,
“So, that story you told earlier. Was it true?”
“Every word of it,” The swordsman took
off his sunglasses, “From the beginning to end.” His right
arm, unencumbered by the limiter armor, wrapped around her waist,
“I also got a souvenir out of the whole experience.”
With a smile, she rested her head on his shoulder,
“I see, so this is something you intend to remember
“Indeed I do,” With a smile, Kadmon
said, “I’ll remember this whole adventure as one I like to
call ‘The Children of Mu.’”
THE SCIENCE OF KADMON!!!
– Explanations of how Kadmon works, which is all nice information
to have, but not exactly necessary to the enjoyment of the story.
His lower body is capable of moving independent of the upper half. The
first time he managed to get himself sliced in half (By a Rikti Chief
Soldier), he found himself in a bit of a predicament because he
couldn't actually get his lower body to stand up and reconnect itself.
It actually took the assistance of two random passerbys to get his
lower body to stand long enough to reform. Since then, he worked on
some magic to get the costume to perform that role for him.
If part of Kadmon is totally destroyed (I.E. Blasted to atoms by an
energy cannon), he will use ambient elements and life forms to reform
what he's lost. Plants, wildlife, inanimate objects, you name it, he'll
break it down and reconstruct himself with it.
Kadmon, being a Muvian construct, is somewhat modular. As said before,
if part of him is destroyed completely, he'll use ambient nature to
reconstruct himself. Runes can be added and removed on the fly for a
more varied fighter, with the exceptions of his two sentient runes, the
Rune of Recovery, and the Rune of Wrath (Not Kahn's).
The Rune of Recovery, as one might expect, provides the lion's share of
his regenerative powers, and is kept on the one part of his body that
can't really be removed (his chest). It is sentient, and doesn't have
any qualms about trying to tell Kadmon what to do. When his mind is set
on something, though, it is much easier for him to drown it out.
The Rune of Wrath is a source of untamed physical strength, and is
stored under the black armor on Kadmon's right arm. It, too, is
sentient, and is much more pushy than the Rune of Recovery. When one is
activated to full capacity, the other deactivates, so a heavily
regenerating Kadmon's strength is only superhuman (as opposed to
transfinite), and a really, REALLY angry Kadmon isn't really
regenerating very much. When active, the Rune of Wrath allows him to
recover his health by pounding the living daylights out of anything
that gets in his way. Understandably, Kadmon doesn't really like this
aspect, which is why he keeps it under the limiter armor.
The other runes on his body include, but are not limited to, the Rune
of Shadows (Stealth and Dark powers), the Rune of Calling (enables him
to summon Sturm and other items from The Void. He hasn't summoned the
Hover Box from there yet), the Rune of Shielding (enables him to fly at
supersonic speeds without all that nasty ripping to shreds by g-force
[Not seen in game because of the slow flight speed cap]; also enables
the Resilience power from the Regeneration set), the Rune of Portals
(Enables Teleport, not in game because I don't want to give up the
Presence pool; Allows Kadmon to break the dimensional barrier by
himself), and a few dozen other runes that I've yet to actually name
and/or discern a purpose for.
While Kadmon does cook and bake well, he sings poorly. Don't let him near a Karaoke machine.
Kadmon can't get drunk. Period. He isn't happy about it, but enjoys the
beverages enough to continue drinking them in spite of the lack of
Kadmon is a naturally daunting being, made so by his creators, and has nothing against using this to frighten his enemies.
His telepathic abilities are the remnants of the communications system
for his type of construct. As such, he has a great deal of control over
it, having been the original and a commander of others. The Praetorian
version of the construct was believed to not need to communicate with
others of its kind, and as such doesn't have the communications system
that the Primal versions did. Without other constructs to communicate
with, Kadmon has divided his mental prowess into what was once just
Telepathy into both Telepathy and Telekinesis.
Q&A – Some questions from the City of Heroes community, and my answers.
Q: Why Kadmon?
A: Kadmon is a name I've used in online games for about two years now.
It's sort of the easiest way for people I've played with in the past to
identify me (Case in point, a couple of friends from a previous MMO
started playing on Justice a while ago, though they've since moved on.
I flew past one of them in Talos after hitting Level 50 and they
Q: Has Kadmon ever wanted to give up his immortality and just accept a
natural death? I mean... with everyone leaving his life all the time...
it would be horrible.
A: To be truthful, he hasn't been conscious long enough to trouble have
many people leave him. Prior to being reawakened in Rome back in the
1100s, he had been sealed away because he refused to follow an order.
At present, he isn't of any mind to try to end himself without a good
Q: Has he ever had a love in his life, or can he at all?
A: He has, for the better portion of his conscious existence, kept
somewhat distant from people, not wanting to read minds where it wasn't
welcome and all that. However, if you're asking if he CAN... well, he
may be an artificial life form, but he's no Ken doll. That extends to
all of the different types of Ken dolls I've seen on commercials,
including that beard-growing one. He doesn't get facial hair.
Q: What was the first rune Kadmon acquired and how did he come across it?
A: The first rune he ever had was the Rune of Shadows, which he was
outfitted with. That one is inside of his right eye, and allows him to
use his Dark Mastery powers, along with his stealth abilities. The Rune
of Wrath was designed with him in mind, but when he was sealed off the
Rune was sealed away as well. The Rune of Recovery was tailor-made for
him also, without knowledge of the Rune of Wrath, hence why they became
Q: How big is Kadmon’s hat?
A: His hat is roughly six inches tall and eighteen inches across.
Q: Would he bathe in bacon grease?
A: Oh dear God! Of course not! What on Earth were you thinking when you asked that one?!
Q: What about pie filling?
Q: Does Kadmon like bacon with his pancakes?
A: On the rare occasions that he actually eats, yes, he does like bacon
with pancakes. I have to ask you a question though – What is with
all the bacon/food-related questions? I don’t actually expect an
answer to that.
Q: I would like to know Kadmon and Sera's positions on the
congressional oversight committee’s investigation into the Bacon
A: We have no comment on this at this time.
Q: What are Kadmon’s feelings about Bob?
A: Quite frankly, he frightens me.
A: See the questions about food above.
Q: Would Kadmon let Bob cook him bacon?
A: No. Bob frightens him.
Q: Why do Kadmon’s eyes glow green?
A: It was a matter of matching auras. When I created the character,
Regeneration auras were this bright shade of green that could, at the
time, be seen from outer space. So, I picked a matching color for his
Q: Does Kadmon mind Impact Blue following him around giving him the Speed Boost Kidney Punch of Doom™?
A: Not at all! The more speed the better! *thinks about that* Don’t quote me on that…
Q: Why is Sera an opera singer?
A: She isn’t… At least, I don’t remember her being one…
Q: How many characters used in the story are actually characters you’ve made in-game?
A: Well, let me check… Kadmon, Sera, 90, Tom, Max, Garlanus,
Ombra… So… Seven? Five of them are heroes, two are
Q: Does Kadmon have a birthday?
A: I would have to guess so, but he was created thousands of years ago,
so it’s a safe bet he doesn’t remember when it is. Beyond
that, the whole converting of dates from BC months to AD reckoning is a
little past headache-inducing confusion for me, so we’ll just
leave it at a resounding “Maybe.”
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