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diatu2021-10-11 10:34 am
magicademymods) wrote in diatu2021-10-11 10:34 am
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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?! |
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Sparx valiantly continued to stick by the small purple dragon's side, though hovering above in the air and blasting stings of pure energy at any that thinks the dragonfly is an easier target than their (still) young charge.
Eventually, the dragon loses track of where he is from all the headbutting he's doing on imps trying to jump at him from behind. And it's lucky that hamster ball isn't too close to one of the many bursts of flame he spews out here and there. And it's only by chance that Spyro catches a proper glimpse of Vio and it's nice that there's a supersonic hamster to give the two some breathing room within their immediate surroundings.
"Hey, what's someone like you doing in all this without a wand or something?" Spyro asked, frowning at the hylian.
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That is a very good question, Spyro. “I’m not going to turn my back on someone that needs help.” A small glance to one of the imps that almost broke the momentary calm, if it wasn’t for the blur that sent that one flying.
As for the second question? “I don’t have my sword, and my magical skills are…” A small, frustrated groan. “…lacking, unfortunately.” For now.
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Though that one is dispatched by him just as easily as all the others he's taken down.
"You've got some experience with the whole hero thing too, huh?" Spyro finally managed to reply. "It's not going to do much if you can't jump into the fight yourself though."
For coincidental emphasis, he puffed out yet another burst of flame on another approaching imp.
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Another dodge, but at least he could confirm it was Dominic. Or friendly fire, from some distant spell going off. It’s hard to tell.
“If I had a sword…” He mumbled. After a moment, he realized something. “Don’t you have something to shift forms with?”
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The things he's willing to do in the name of being of help... "We'll have to make it back to my suite, that's where I keep it."
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Of course, like Spyro, he didn’t like the idea of retreating for the moment. Vio definitely appreciates the help, and if he can repay it later, he will. “Alright. Lead the way.”