ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Interlude BC ( Introduction ) Master Post - Patreon           All of Hell broke loose as Milosh and his fellow beasts buckled and struggled to stand. Milosh felt his body get hot, he could not breathe, his vision blurred, his limbs went weak, and a pounding headache raged in his head. The others were convulsing on the ground, having incredible seizures. Everything started to become a blur for Milosh as he felt his body failing him, but something caught his attention. Gummi stood there, laughing victoriously. Seeing the last of the cult dying before him was his greatest catharsis possible. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!” Milosh screeched through slurred words as he stumbled about. Gummi took one last large drag of his cigar and exhaled a large plume of smoke. “Claudius helped me whip up that toxic little cocktail you downed. Surprised it took this long to kick in…” He laughed once more and threw the dummy vial on the ground, smashing it...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           Gabriella and Weaver were out shopping on the third day, wanting to take some souvenirs and supplies back to The Unlight. Finding Faolán was going to be a bit of an endeavor after all. Weaver was enjoying the New Paradiso Mall. It was like a small version of The Market District, except cleaner and more organized. The sounds, scents, and stores excited him to no end. Something Weaver loved doing was peering into the outlets from the large, glass walls. He wanted to visit almost every single colorful store, but did not have the time to do so. Out of all the stores, the electronics stores were his favorites. Something about the advanced technology (to him) and the flashy aesthetics of them spoke to his inner child, provoking a desire to purchase a random box of metal and wires so he could play around with it. As the pair took a break at a restaurant, Gabriella realized something. “Oh! Weaver, want ...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           The next day was a busy one for Weaver and Gabriella. They woke up with a spring in their step, getting ready for a conference Gabriella was to attend. Many governing bodies of Inferno were very interested in what had been happening to Shadowland and The Iron City. While this was going on, things were very active back in Shadowland. Trains were coming and going, people headed out on missions to reclaim the kingdom’s resources, and heavy machinery was being brought in from all over. Barna and Gratiana had noticed all of this, going for a walk to observe what they could. “Goodness, Sten’s not wasting any time getting things back in order, is he?” Gratiana pointed out as several military trucks rolled past them on the street. Barna coughed a little over the dust being kicked up. “Can’t say I blame him after all he’s gone through. I’d dare say he might be a little worried over Milosh’s ilk attacki...