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October Event Log
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.
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.
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...
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!
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?! |
OTA
An invasion of nasty monsters bent on death and destruction? Now wasn't this an unpleasantly familiar scene. Sylvando would have given quite a bit for a sword just then; he had been planning to buy one- or perhaps even commission Eleven to make him one if he wasn't too busy- but up until now, there hadn't seemed to be any rush. This whole business was going to move it significantly up the priority list.
But the fact remained that he didn't have a sword at the moment, so he had to make do. A quick glance around revealed a good length of sturdy woven leather cord laying on top of a nearby shipping crate; normally it would be used to bind just such crates to a wagon for transport, but it would also serve well enough as a makeshift whip. Snatching it up, he gave it a good crack, striking several imps and sending them stumbling into each other.
"Alright you nasty little things," he said. "Time for the Great Sylvando to teach you a lesson!" And thus, with weapon in hand and magic at the ready, he began fighting his way through the horde of imps towards both the portal that was spawning them and their imperiled draconic professor. On the way though, he kept an eye out for any of his fellow students who seemed to need his help.
Tilt
To say that the ground suddenly dropping out from under them was unexpected would be an understatement. But Sylv was both a trained acrobat and a trained knight, and one of the first things to learn with either acrobatics or dueling? Was how to fall safely, in a way that spread out the force of the impact and minimized the chance of injury. Thus, though his landing wasn't as graceful as he would have liked, Sylv managed to land safely and roll back to his feet in time to avoid too much undue attention from the imps.
But he'd scarcely readied his makeshift whip for another good lashing at the creatures, when everything suddenly lurched in one direction, then the opposite. Then another. Then tilted at a shallow but odd angle before jerking back. Even Sylvando was having trouble keeping his feet amid all that, at least at first.
The good news was that the imps were being tossed around just like everything else. The bad news was that the students and various potentially hazardous objects were being thrown into the imps and into each other, complicating matters further. "I'm all for shaking up the status quo, but this is ridiculous!", Sylvando said. Perhaps he could spin the rather erratic series of jumps and shifts of weight he was having to do to keep up with the lurching and pitching ground into a new dance later, but for now there were still monsters to deal with and a dragon in mortal danger.
Once he realized that treating it like being on a ship's deck in a storm was helpful, the fighting got a bit easier. A Hot Lick drove a nearby group of Imps back into the path of a professor's spell. Another group were mesmerized by a few well chosen notes just in time to be crushed as a stone window-box broke loose from an upper floor of a nearby building and fell on them. Still others might be sent to sleep with a bit of Hypno-whip artistry, only to become projectiles sent tumbling senselessly into their fellows as the city lurched again.
Yes, Sylv was doing reasonably well, all things considered. But that didn't mean he couldn't use some help. Or that he wouldn't be on the lookout for people particularly in need of his help even as the denizens of the Academy began to push back against the invaders.
Recovery
"Ai-yai-yai, what a mess," Sylvando said with a sigh as he surveyed the damage after the battle. 'Mess' was putting it extremely mildly. The whole sections of the city were in shambles and nowhere had escaped entirely unscathed. But more immediate than the property damage, there were injuries that needed tending to.
Thankfully, there was a dance for that. Hustle Dance might not be quite as effective here as it was back home, but it could at least take care of most moderate injuries, and best of all? It could be used on multiple people at once, which was extremely useful given the number of people in need of healing.
And if he wasn't dancing up a healing spell or three, Sylvando was trying to keep morale up as the students, teachers, and citizenry alike set about cleanup and rebuilding. After all, if he couldn't shift debris and lead people in a simple, rhythmic song to make the work seem to go faster at the same time, how could he call himself the Great Sylvando?
Tilt
Re: Tilt
"Here, let me give you a hand!" A wave of his free hand, and Alec would find himself briefly enveloped in soothing green light. There was no immediate effect, but after a moment, he would notice that his injuries and fatigue gradually began to hinder him less and less, thanks to the slow regeneration effect of Remidheal.
Re: Tilt
"What do you make of this shit? What's going on? Is this normal?" He had to duck as an imp threw itself bodily at his head and landed hard on the other side, bouncing a little on the uneven ground.
Recovery
What’s more is that he has also scratches and injuries (thankfully not dangerous) from that fight with the imps and he hasn’t talked much to anyone since the battle with imps has ended.
Re: Recovery
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Merlin, those imps did put up a really tough fight and he still manages to fight back now that he has both his world’s magic and the magic of Avalon together with the magic of Diatu’s world. Though he did use much of his energy to fight them for most of the time.
Tilt
"It seems that for every one we strike, four more appear!" Celestia called to him, as she covered his flank for the moment.
Re: Tilt
"Hey, do you think-" He turned to speak to the woman properly, only to see that she wasn't on horseback; she was a horse. No, a unicorn. A beautiful, snowy-white mare with large, feathery wings as white as the rest of her, and the most stunning mane and tail he'd ever seen. His dear Margarita might be the most fabulous horse in Erdrea, but even he had to admit this mare had her beat by a long way in that department, and despite the situation, he felt the little noise of delighted surprise he made was entirely justified.
But now was no time to stand there admiring her, much as he wanted to. "Ahem... as I was about to say, darling, if we want to see the end of these nasty little things, what we need to do is cut them off at the source. Are those wings of yours as functional as they are lovely?" Another group of imps had been approaching while he talked, but a well placed Woosh sent them tumbling back, and a lurch of the city in that same direction only sped them along.
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"More so, I assure you!" She was, Celestia knew on an objective level, a standard of Equestrian beauty, but she certainly felt herself a beter flyer than a fashion model. "Do you know of a means to close such a portal? My magic simply isn't effective against it."