October Event Log

[magicademymods]

October Event Log Visitors Visitors from other Magicademies aren't uncommon, of course. Diatu is home not only to the Sundered and their arrival, but also a dragon, the legacies of Anastara Diatu, Headmaster Birony, and that place that serves chili. It is uncommon for them to all show up in matching black robes like they just stalked out of a warlock convention, but then again, Diatu Magicademy has long since lost any idea of what normal behavior is. They bring an artifact, which apparently is draconic in nature, and to that extent, they ask to speak to Professor Ire regarding it. Naturally, the good Professor agrees, joining them on the Walk. Within one second of his arrival, golden chains of magic lash around his neck -- one from each of the visitors, who then begin to tighten them. Warcry Ire's roar is not subtle, nor is the way it chokes off. Within moments, pandemonium reins. For those brave souls who wish to engage the foreign wizards, know this: they are powerful, strangely so, with an odd force behind their spells and defenses that explains how they are strong enough to corral a dragon. They show no emotion, they feel no pain, and they will not let their attack on Ire fade for a second. But this is their weakness: much of their power is bound up in that attack. Their focus is primarily on the dragon, and so they do not defend themselves by simply slaying all who oppose them. They have one mission and one mission only. They have assistance, though. One of them has opened a portal, allowing hordes of devilish imps to run loose, heedless of the damage they might cause. These imps are sharp-toothed, sharp-clawed, and terribly quick, and they desire only to hurt and kill. Of course, the students of Diatu Magicademy are no cowards, and no pushovers; spells fly in response, explosions fill the air and singe hair off those too close, and the battle is sudden chaos worsening every minute as more imps pour out of the portal and more students race from every corner of the campus to join the fray. Tilt Where the hell is Headmaster Birony? Shouldn't she be deus ex machina-ing these situation like the absurdly-powerful wizard that she is, all evidence aside? That question receives a partial answer when the entire island of Ascelion drops six feet straight down. The drop is faster than gravity, as if something is in fact trying to pull the island down -- which means all people and all things upon it fall slower than it descends. The impact that comes when the island suddenly stops, and stops its inhabitants a moment later, is bone-jarring. Items shatter and snap across the island, canals overtop their channels and pour water onto the streets, bruises and sprains and breaks from the sudden blow are not the worst injuries inflicted. Then the island begins to lurch about like a Valhudor student after five straight days of partying, spinning and twisting and jerking around in midair. Students tumble to the ground in droves, exposing themselves to the imps as the tide of battle suddenly shifts. And shifts somewhat back, as the Professors arrive on scene, their powerful magics making up for the loss of support from the students. Tumbling, pitching, tilting, whirling, but the battle rages on still. Run away or fight, or simply try to help however you can... Slow and Steady Victory The dragon wizard Grieve accounted for almost everything. His magic, which humans would call Dictation, has rendered his human puppets strong and powerful. His scheme to unleash imps on the grounds has kept the students and faculty from focusing on freeing his victim. His assault on Ascelion itself keeps that meddling Headmaster occupied. Yes, the resistance has proven stronger than expected, but he is certain he will win! Grieve did not account for two things. First, Diatu is a ridiculous place. And second, he forgot that the Magicademy has one more sets of defenders. First one imp dies, cut in half by a sword stroke too swift for the eye. Then another, impaled by a spear which withdraws like the flick of an eyelash. Then a third, smashed ruthlessly as if by a giant's fist. Three allies arrive, to turn the tide: Ballet the Land Whale, wielding her sword; Tango the Land Dolphin, master of the spear; and Waltz the Land Wholphin, coming into her own as a student of the warhammer. With their ability to swim through the ground effortlessly, the cetaceans can strike at the imps from surprise and safety, which is all the forces of Diatu Magicademy need to begin pushing back! If you want to take out a wizard, close the portal, or sever the spells that bind Ire, now is the time to do it! Recovery The battle is won. Not without cost. The wizards have been taken into custody, though it's probably futile; when the dragon's magic released their minds, they were only confused and baffled at their situations. They likely remember nothing. Ire is all right. Despite the pain of the attack, he's honestly touched that the school rallied to his defense. But the students, the Magicademy, the city -- all of them have suffered from being shaken like the fruit pieces inside a gelatin getting slapped. Injuries, some critical, and property damage, often extensive, spread out in waves. That was a pretty rough time of it. But at least now you can breathe. Right? RIGHT?!

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[serpentinthegarden]

Visitors

The visitors seemed cool at first. The matching outfits were a little kitschy but they were basic black and who could go wrong with that?

Crowley watched them parade past, leaning on the side of his Not!Bentley until he caught the briefest of glimpses at the artifact they had brought along with them. Just a glimmer of... maybe gold, or something that sparkled in the sunlight, brought him slithering over to see if he could get a better look.

"Wazzit? Is that some kind of trophy... Best Synchronized Robed Marching?"
He spoke very quickly as the object was snatched from it's bearer's hands, not to be stolen really, but... all Hell broke loose anyway.


Warcry

Literally. A portal to Hell opened up and a flood of imps emptied itself out into the middle of campus.

Crowley wasn't too worried. Imps were annoying but a bit dim overall and he was fully prepared to take control of this situation by showing off his demonic authority and having these creatures swap sides. Imps were hell-bound to follow demonic orders after all. Instead, as he squared his shoulders and prepared for an on the fly amazing army turning speech filled with lies and false promises, he was caught sideways by a blast from the mage whose magical artifact he had captured. Opps... forgot about that guy.


Tilt

It was a fall...

A hell of a long fall...

A fall far longer than it should have been...

And faster...

He shouldn't have been falling this far or this fast...

Where was the groun-- OOOPHF!!

And there it was just as quickly as it had been lost. The ground reached up to smack the demon across the face and automatically drive his wings to appear from the force of the impact... or from the spell that had sent him on his mid-air cartwheeling maneuver through the stratosphere. It hurt... And his wings drifted useless down to cover his discarded body.

Visitors

[phoenixwiz]

“Huh, I guess that they are trying to beat Viktor’s school for being better in synch with their entrance,” Harry shrugs from a corner of the arrival lobby, this is suspiciously reminding him of the time when Beauxbatons and Durmstrang once came to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and how their entrances turned out.

He wasn’t sure if this is from months of training or a hex, but he is still trying not to make any suspicious guesses. Then chaos ensues as the marching got disrupted by the trophy being stolen that Harry soon finds himself watching the whole thing unfold.

[serpentinthegarden]

As Crowley pawed at the artifact the robed kid he had snatched it from jumped up and down at his elbow trying to get it back.

"S'not even gold. I would have expected it to at least be plated." Crowley screwed up his eyes, squinting against the bright reflection from the little figurine he held, "This bronze?"

The kid didn't respond... verbally, he just pulled out his wand, chanted something demonic sounding, and sent a raging purple rhino charging out of a portal and straight at Harry. The darn creature had the turning radius of a semi ok, so while it was summoned to deal with Crowley, Harry just happened to be in the way.

[phoenixwiz]

“What the bloody HELL is that?!?” poor Harry panics upon seeing a wild rhino charging after Crowley and him (for being in the way).

Percy the owl sends out a frantic and long hoot upon seeing the rhino in question too. Realizing that he and Percy have to get out of the way and hopefully try to save Crowley, he quickly teleports the two of them out of the way onto a chandelier for some reason, which was not his idea at all, but he’ll take what he is given with, as long as the rhino doesn’t reach for the chandelier, they should be fine for the time being.

“Hey, that rhino is coming for you as well!” he informs Crowley, “Get out of there as fast as you can.”

[serpentinthegarden]

"That's not a real rhino... It's all magic smoke and flecks of stardust."

Which at the time seemed important to say as the creature looked to him like little more than smoke and mirrors. What sort of danger could a swirling cloud of magical smoke really do?

The creature reared and shook it's head frantically back and forth brushing menacingly a the underside of the chandelier with its large horn. Smoke and mirrors felt very real as it swung the chandelier around.

[phoenixwiz]

Understandably, Harry is starting to have a bad feeling about the rhino as the horn begins to brush against the chandelier’s underside, shaking it, him, and Percy around mercilessly and making the latter two very dizzy.

And he thought that a killer rabbit sharing the same name as him was the weirdest thing that has happened to him so far. With the rhino’s relentless attempt to get him, he soon teleports away onto one of the staircases to see if it would try to follow him up there since apparently someone was trying to target him for just standing there.

[serpentinthegarden]

It was weird that the rhino was so focused on Harry... maybe the creature just focused on whomever it ended up closest too or maybe it had a thing against teleportation. It was frustrating when the person you were trying to impale disappeared!

The rhino roared when Harry disappeared again and dug its foot into the floor several times before it charged across the room straight at Crowley. The demon was forced to drop the item he had snatched from the kid and barrel roll out of the magical creature's charge.

[phoenixwiz]

Meanwhile, Harry is watching the whole scene helplessly, wondering what to do next since the rhino is angry over the fact that he just teleported away from its sight. Either way, maybe he would try to deter its path of destruction by icing the floor it is currently running on.

As soon as he sees Crowley rolling away from the creature, he immediately waits patiently before seeing it within his sight. The he begins to ice down the floor it is on, hoping that it can slow down and spare the demon from getting attacked by it.

[serpentinthegarden]

How surprising it was to find his feet suddenly sliding out from underneath him. The poor magical beast slipped, landing on his shoulder, then tumbled onto his back ending up sliding all feet in the air directly into Harry's stairs much like this poor fellow.

Crowley's smirk couldn't have been any wider.

"Not so tough on ice is he?"

Re: OTA

[mal_contented]

Mal was swooping, seeing someone fall. She caught him neatly around the waist as carefully as she could. As she was pulling back up she realized who she had caught...

She roared her frustration as she adjusted her position in the sky to follow the land down at her own pace in case she needed to save anyone else. She had another forepaw. She thought she might be able to catch with her feet, but she didn't know how to see to line that up. Same for her tail. But she could try.

And with luck maybe Crowley would never realize who the purple dragon that caught him happened to be....

[serpentinthegarden]

He was limp as a ragdoll in her claws, initially. The magical blast that had sent him tumbling into the air had knocked him briefly senseless. He came to slowly, thinking at first that the world around him was still spinning before it began to dawn on him that he was being carried.

Aziraphale? Nah... he didn't have claws like these.

That Professor then? Nope, not him, he was down there being strangled by that robed dance trope.

So who?

"I thought... this school only had one dragon?"

[mal_contented]

She roared with frustration as she circled, looking for a safe place to put him down.

It was one thing to realize that she could crush him with a single twitch of her hand... and another to actually do it. She didn't do it, of course. She'd come up with a million excuses why, later. For now she just wanted to be rid of the temptation. She wanted to get away from him before she did something she might regret - though she wasn't sure which way that would go, or what exactly she'd regret...

[serpentinthegarden]

He was temptation incarnate, while he wouldn't have enjoyed being killed he would have found it amusing he was such an aggravation... if he actually understood dragon enough to know what that roar meant. Which he didn't. This was actually a quite a peaceful flight. From here he could look down on the battle below and get a better sense of what was going on and best of all he could just kick back and observe.

"Too bad this flight doesn't have mid-air peanuts."

[mal_contented]

She shook him at that comment, angling her wings to take them lower, still looking for a place to set him down.

Very nearly anyone else here, she could have caught very nearly anyone else... but no. She had to go and capture the teapot demon. UGH.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Whoa, hey! Easy on the turbulence."

His wings folded as close to his back as they could over the talons holding him in her grasp, all the better for keeping his feathers on his wings where they were meant to be.

"This your first time flying?"

[mal_contented]

She lifted him to her face and growled. She didn't have to save him, he could at least pretend to be grateful. UGH.

[serpentinthegarden]

What? He shrugged like innocence personified.

"I don't understand dragon."

Warcry

[letteropener]

From out of the blue dropped a pony, slamming into the ground on all four hooves with a surprisingly heavy impact. Wings spread protectively, she lashed out with a bolt of golden light from her horn that sent the wizard backwards at speed.

"Are you all right?" she asked over her shoulder, a nimbus of light still shiting around her.

[serpentinthegarden]

The glass in his shades cracked and fell away even as the frames themselves folded in the middle and tumbled from his nose. The first casualty in this battle it seemed was his sunglasses.

"Yeah. Fine."

The words he spoke were a little harsh as they were being forced out over a bruised ego. The spell he had been hit with was more of your basic tumble through midair spell fortunately than anything resembling a death blow. Still it was rough staggering to one's feet with the world still spinning 'round and 'round like that.

"Never better. Ooff... He could have just said he wanted his bauble back."

[letteropener]

Celestia made a note to fix his glasses later. For now, they had other problems -- like more imps, which she hurriedly blasted with bolts of light to keep them back.

"I am open to solutions!"

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley lifted a wing to see the unfolding battle around them but was nearly tempted to fold it over himself again as a whole horde of imps mounted a charge.

"They aren't fans of the light."

Which was why her magic was so effective against them.

"Try a sunburst? Tons of light, all at once, you might blind them!"

[letteropener]

"Oh, well!"

An easier task couldn't come her way! Celestia reared back, arching her neck to raise her horn high as she could -- then golden sunlight erupted from it, shining over the Walk with brilliance and gentle, comforting warmth.

[serpentinthegarden]

Funny how that had worked out, that a naturally light gifted creature would be here to deal with an invasion of dark aliened imps. If Crowley were of a mind to he might have said it was all part of some 'Great Plan'...

NAH!

He just dived under the nearest bench and covered his own eyes as best as he could. That was a bright light and it sent the imps skittering off for dark places to hide.

"Good job, unicorn. Now what about the people that summoned them in the first place? Got any ideas what to do about them?"

[letteropener]

"Alicorn, but using my name would be more polite," Celestia said, with a brief smile that said she knew exactly what he was doing. It couldn't last, though, quickly wiped away by the reality of the mess they were in. "Those wizards -- they're very good, and my pony magic can't penetrate their wards. Unfortunately, I'm not yet very good at the Curricula..."

[serpentinthegarden]

Polite? He supposed it would be which was why he never thought to call her by her name. Unicorn, it was like a petname anyway, slightly annoying maybe but not especially offensive. Besides they were like two peas in a pod, to use an old and slightly too cute expression, on this occasion as he wasn't too good with the Curricula either.

"If they were speaking Osmarius I might be able to translate but spells..."

He couldn't think up a single spell from this world that would do them any good against those wizards. Course, maybe if they didn't attack the wizards directly?

"Do you know any pony magic that could do something to to ground those guys are standing on? The wizards are shielded but if they were to fall into a hole or something... Doubt their magic could help them with that."