August Event Log

[magicademymods]

August Event Log Speed of Lightning, Roar of Thunder The latest rage in Diatu: portable lightning generators! These little spheres, compact enough to be held in the hand, can launch a miniature bolt of electricity out with flair and pizzazz and surprisingly nonlethal effects. Getting zapped is like getting bit by a horsefly, not much worse. Naturally, all sorts of sports and pastimes have grown up overnight. The new sports of Lightning Tag, Lightningball, and Zap Each Other With Lightning Till Someone Collapses Because We're Tough Guys Dammit routinely break out on campus, while people who think they're funny can't go ten seconds without bolting someone's posterior. So what's your role in this? Eager participant? Sportsman? Buttzapper? Or is your idea totally new and wild? And Break the Laws That They Should Fear A rash of thefts plagues Anastara and the Magicademy both. Nothing huge, nothing heavy -- little things, like food, jewelry, trinkets and knickknacks... because the perpetrators are rats. Large and obviously clever rats, who have somehow wormed their way through defensive enchantments and mundane security both with the fearsome tenacity of their species. Look around at just the right time, and you might spot a rat scrambling for the safety of the caverns, something clutched in its jaws. Maybe something of yours? The Cry Goes Up Both Far and Near Finals draw ever-closer, and right about now students start realizing that maybe they don't understand this or that; maybe they could do with some outside material; maybe a second viewpoint would come in handy. Thus this week brings the Diatu Book Exchange! Outside of the Great Hall, students of all sorts brings books they no longer need and exchange them for books they do. The Book Exchange goes past merely scholarly works, though; time has grown it to encompass books of all sorts, from genre fiction and unlikely stories about seemingly ordinary kids attending an engineering boarding school to comics to philosophical works and more. Come to trade, browse, or lust -- there's something here for everyone! Research on the SUNDERDOG! (Sunderdog!) SUNDERDOG! (Sunderdog!) The research team has learned one important thing: Conflict is the key. The Codification of Sundering is the door. Somehow, of late, something has changed the nature of Sundering magic. They do not know why or how, but the very existence of the concept of Sundering magic now causes summoning anomalies that focus on other worlds, resulting in the transport of the Sundered here. This is, well, bad. The Codifications should not be slipping, not unless something has the power to completely overwhelm the entirety of human thought and will... To test theory more deeply, this month's Research has the Sundered locked in a room with another Sundered, a pair of chairs, and nothing else. The goal is to observe the warp and weft of magic around them with minimal interference from any other source save perhaps each other. So who did you get shut in with, and how long can you just sit and talk without going crazy?

Comments

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Hey, it was true. Cliff did respect Hel, who'd never given him a real reason not to. Oh, she was haughty, it was true, but it wasn't as if he'd met a dozen other girls who were like that, where he came from--and they were putting on airs. At least in her own realm, he figured Hel had the power to back it up. And Monarchs respected that sort of thing. Not silly, vapid chits who thought they had temporal power. On Cliff's world, magic was what mattered.

"Like I said, I don't have to push him. Hopefully he'll judge me by my actions." Cliff gave another slight bow to Garm, at that. It didn't take him being in Gekronus Maius to know etiquette and be polite. Even if his mother hadn't pounded that into his thick skull, Cliff liked being polite and courteous to people, so it wasn't difficult to judge that his words were honest.

Even if he did smell like dirt.

[paradoxical_personality]

Cliff had been awfully understanding about the whole "Ymir"/cloth of infinity thing........ His assessment of Hel was correct. In her own realm she would be a veritable force to be reckoned with should one get on her bad side, or threaten her people. She even had a curse in her arsenal that was capable of killing a fellow Aesir... who were nearly immortal in their own respects. Using it on a human would be nearly instantaneous demise, but an Aesir would suffer for a spell as their energy was depleted. It wasn't a power she used hastily. COUGH.... usually. There was that one time but the Valkyrie, Skuld, had been very understanding too and thanks to the rune knife wielder she survived.

Garm had no response to her follow up question, as she'd expected. The earthen smell, though peculiar to this beast was not alarming in anyway to his mistress. It would be perfectly normal for Cliff.

Ru-ruff!
(You just watch your step!)

With that last incomprehensible warning to it's intended target Garm tried his best to comply with his orders. Still keeping close to Hel he stifled his yipping and growling. Hel for her part rolled her eyes and shook her head, secretly it did make her feel pleased to have her dog with her again.

"He should be settled down now." Letting Cliff know there was no longer an immediate threat. ".. I get the feeling he's going to be a handful though..."