ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           Leonard’s realm was a great, majestic city perpetually adrift in an everlasting thunderstorm. The Maelstrom Colosseum, whose architecture was like someone from another dimension drawing inspiration from ancient Greek temples, sat atop of a great tornado and was a breathtaking sight to behold. Gratiana felt incredibly nostalgic and complete as she entered the arena with Lia. The subjects of the realm, consisting of man, dragon, and jabberwock cheered and applauded the return of the Discordant Champion of Lightning. And of course seeing that Rahela had finally picked her champion was also fantastic to see.      Audamar was even more intimidated now given that he was unsure what his magic even was and he knew a thing or two about Gratiana’s past. The pressure of knowing he was being watched by a massive audience also did not help. Out of courtesy he was given the first move of the due...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           The Church of Shadowland was the replacement for The Eternal Church, which had been demolished quite explosively a while ago. It had become a place of reverence of God, free from the stains and clutches of Milosh Proch and his ilk… baring a certain shadow construct who had walked in, uninvited to that day’s congregation. Audamar was incredibly unique in comparison to standard shadow constructs. Superficially he resembled a black and red human made of metal and glass. His body was sleek and streamlined, with glowing light pulsing through the see-through parts. As he leaned his arm on the tall side of the lectern and looked up at the stained glass windows, Audamar found himself feeling empty, but not in a hollow way. There was something special in the grand, holy art of the glass, but he could not figure out what it was. “This is a very nice church,” Audamar said to the priest, who stood off to th...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           “Wow, this is all levels of strange…” Blood-Wraith remarked as he looked around at the abandoned experiments and disheveled cabinets of Warehouse Omicron. It was like peering into a window of the past he was never meant to see. He then picked up a folder full of papers and tapped in on the table to straighten them out. “Any info on me?” “Doubtful, given that you were fairly late to the party.” Gummi answered as he picked up a box of documents off of the floor. Lia wiped her finger across a dusty, glass case and grimaced a little. “Actually we were curious as to whether or not your abilities could have been applied to our research, Blood.” She went to a filing cabinet next to her old desk and pulled out a packet of papers that she then handed to him. “Here you go, if you’re curious.” Blood-Wraith nodded as he skimmed through the report and noticed a curious detail. “Wait, you guys thought I w...