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?!

Comments

Slow and Steady... (for penguin context...noa's familiar is the literal Emperor of all penguins, so)

[noasark]

There is something making it just a bit easier to avoid those imps- specifically, something seems to be disorienting them...a lot. It's a simple instrument, the ocarina, but Noa appears to be channeling Fantastics into the sort of ongoing march and theme that comes in dramatic movies, during great and unchallenged rushes into battle.

The Imps, in turn, are finding themselves simply...unable to get as close as they want.

It's rather...Fantastic actually, not that there's really time to pay attention to that.

...

Nor is there time to pay attention to the penguins charging the imps at the wayside. Don't worry about it.

[whose_son_am_i]

It's incongruent enough that Loki stops and blinks--more at the march, than at the music. He was aware of how Fantastics worked here, even if he hadn't learned them yet. Still preferring his own illusions to create distractions and copies--it was less obvious usually, since he didn't require noise to do so.

It allowed an imp close and it went to bite his ankle. "Ow!" He looked both affronted and annoyed, before kicking it away into the crowd of oncoming Penguins. Head back in the game for now.

[noasark]

Yes, it might just be a better idea to focus on the game so to speak. The penguins for their part are eagerly making use of their horrible fish-spearing beaks, and no imp is having a good time when it gets bitten by one. One in particular seems to be rushing ahead of Loki now however, intent on making sure that sort of tripping ankle biting doesn't repeat. Protect the TALL GUY!

(Really, anyone is tall to these penguins)

[whose_son_am_i]

Well he definitely wasn't going to object. With the penguins occupying the imps, Loki spared a quick moment to gesture and intone, calling up a Thaumaturgic shield in front of Noa. All the protection he could offer right then before he's focusing on casting fire, ice, and raw mage-bolts at the wizard. His own magic, and what Discovery and Thaumaturgy he's managed to master.

Loki's goal is to get closer, so he can try and take out the wizards, but it won't be easy.

[noasark]

There is a wordless nod; not that Loki likely sees the motion, but the shield is much appreciated. Who knows just how quickly the wizard will go down when Loki gets there, or gets in range- probably not very given the magically induced focus upon them- but at the very least Noa's penguins will be keeping the enemy's summons away from him.

He's quite free to wail away, though.

[whose_son_am_i]

It depends, as the closer Loki gets the more the imps target him. They need to find a way to close that portal. Which, if he can get close enough--Loki has no qualms simply killing the caster. The trick will be getting close enough, and seeing if that will be enough to close the portal.

[noasark]

Right- that is the problem, isn't it. While Noa's penguins can certainly try to get close after all, nothing changes the fact that they can't be so close to the portal that they block it. Imps ARE coming out, and they WILL get creamed.

"AWKR!"

Some even are! Man down, man down!