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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[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."

[mal_contented]

She blew fire right over his head as she growled again. Understand that, teapot boy?c

[serpentinthegarden]

"Fire-breathing."

He should have expected that! In all those old stories dragons had this ability to breath fire.

"You know... A skill like that could go a long way to dealing with that crowd down there. Few blasts with that fire breath of yours and those imps would dive back through that portal."

[mal_contented]

She growled, hating the idea of taking advice from him... but toasting some imps did seem like fun. That was why she was doing it, of course. Not because he said so or to help anyone, but because it was fun.

Riiiight....

She tucked him up against her chest as she circled and made a strafing run at a line of imps near the portal.

[serpentinthegarden]

The imps dived left and right, trying to get out of the way of the fire raining down on them from above. Many even hopped back through the portal, choosing to escape rather than be destroyed. Those too slow to get out of the way poofed instantly into stardust. Imps didn't have the magical skill or the imagination needed to stay in one piece in that sort of firestorm. Soon there was a sizable gap in the battle right around the portal. It looked large enough for a dragon to land and Crowley did want to get a better look at that portal...

"Oi, think you can land down there?"

[mal_contented]

She growled again and swooped down. She wanted to just drop him, from a dozen feet up, but somehow found herself dropping him just a few inches off the ground. Disgusted with herself she roared at any imps that dared get too close.

[serpentinthegarden]

Knowing her luck if she had dropped him he would have pirouetted safely to the ground and taken a bow. Ten points!

Anyway that was how he acted when he dropped those two inches for obviously that was the coolest dismount from a dragon ever. The imps didn't dare draw near after that roar which was just as well as it gave Crowley the chance to stick his hand into the portal and pull it back out again.

"Two way. I figured it would be."

[mal_contented]

She snarled at him. How stupid could he be?! You don't stick your hands in unknown portals like that!

[serpentinthegarden]

How stupid indeed! She was about to find out as regardless of any danger and without saying anything further he popped right into the portal disappearing easily into it.

[mal_contented]

She roared in frustration, a claw reaching through at him before she stopped herself. She snarled, breathing out a gout of flame, trying to convince herself NOT to go after the idiot and join him in getting himself killed.