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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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"Thought for a minute you wouldn't be awake when I had to leave. The fighting is getting too close. Imps. They would tear this place apart."
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"Fell is not going to know if you didn't hang around. I'm not going to tell him." And then his brain caught up. "Where are you going?"
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Alec was still high on meds, had to be. Crowley's brow knit together briefly, until Alec started making some sense.
"The imps. Some one has to deal with them and who better than a demon?"
He had a plan! One that formed itself brilliantly while waiting for Alec to recover enough to wake up. You find the portal the imps and coming through and go to the other side. Once it was closed, no more imps! Simple! Though he didn't say this out loud. One didn't go around blabbing their plans.
"You look like shit but are you feeling any better?"
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He wasn't going to pursue Fell if Anthony was going to be stubborn about it.
"You're not much of a demon, you know. Or do you expect my soul in return? It's not much of one I have to warn you." A faint smile.
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He wasn't much of a demon...
Crowley kept his expression very schooled, trying to betray himself as little as possible.
"You'll need to hang on to that for a while."
Since Alec wasn't dying anytime soon.
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Not really but as Alec's hand reached out into the distance between them Crowley felt the need to say something shocking. He had seen sick humans before and he had been in situations where humans had reached out for him but... they had never been family.
Alec looked so frail and in need of comforting. The pills the doctor had given him earlier were taken from a pocket and pressed into that outstretched hand but Crowley allowed their fingers to touch and his hand to rest over Alec's.
"The instructions are on the bottle. I've been told that if you will take these then these attacks won't happen like this."
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"What short straw did you pull to have to look after such a wreck. I did this to myself, you know." Or something like that. Or so he thought. Stress lead to it. Stress from a failure of a job badly done. Or maybe something he had done or hadn't in the other world. Whichever was real.
"Still, I've got about a year left if Whitley was right unless I can make it last somehow. Long enough to make a sort of difference."
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Death was an interesting concept. Humans died. Happened all the time, every day in fact. Crowley had even had good friends who were humans 'pass on'. He himself felt a touch detached from the idea. His people didn't die. They could be discorporated or even destroyed, but was that the same thing? You went from being there to being gone...
"You gave yourself a heart arrhythmia?"
They were a little medically backwards here but their magical medicine was able to tell the staff that much. Crowley frowned at the rest, taking it in and not really liking a bit of it.
"Doctor here made it sound like there was a treatment for that."
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"Yeah, people to see, places to go..."
Portals to hop though. He shot a wave over his shoulder as he exited the room.
"Rest up before death day."