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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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."

[letteropener]

"Oh, now that is an excellent idea!" Wield the environment against them!

Tossing her head back, Celestia channeled power through her horn, then reared back to stomp her forehooves on the ground. Gold light shot out from the points of impact, ripping open cracks in the ground that only grew as they raced towards the wizards.

[serpentinthegarden]

Like an Earthquake from one of those disaster movies the ground the wizards stood on began to shake. Then the cracks arrived, opening under their feet and blinding the wizards with the bright light. They were tumbling into the chasm before they even realized what was going on.

"Got them! You've got great aim, Celestia!"

[letteropener]

"Likely they'll recover momentarily. Be prepared to attack as soon as they emerge, with as much overwhelming force as you can!"

Which was... limited. The mightiest burst of magic would simply spatter off their simplest shields. But something must be possible!