ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | (Before) Prelude Master Post - Patreon           The Crimson God was sitting around in Karnage’s Tower, relaxing as he read through The Scathing Codex, waiting for a certain group of individuals to return. Taking it easy in his recliner, he blew his wild, purple hair out of his face as his striking, orange eyes continued to scan the eldritch knowledge of the codex. He knew how everything had gone with The Tyrant war, as it was all according to his plan. With a chuckle at the strange ritual he read about to trick the Lost Gods themselves into doing whatever the caster wanted, he glanced up to see Sanguine standing next to his chair. “Yes, son?” The Crimson God asked as he closed the book. “Volf, Gudrun, and Anne are about to return, father,” he said in a plain tone. The Crimson God checked an imaginary watch and stretched his arms with a yawn. “Ha, about time they dragged their butts back here…” “Father, I’m certain you’re aware...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           Blood-Wraith was utterly exhausted upon returning home. Seeing his friends, family, and guild mates altogether in the lit up square would have been a joyous occasion if it did not feel like he was about to pass out for the night. Through half-awake greetings and hugs, he made his way home, headed right up the stairs to his bedroom, and immediately fell asleep as soon as he made contact with his comfortable bed–which felt truly heavenly in its bliss after everything he had just gone through. Everyone understood Blood-Wraith’s desire to rest and planned to hold a meeting at The Grand Storm Castle the next day instead of trying to keep him up. Blood-Wraith woke up in the morning with sore limbs and a slight backache, but he expected as much. Since it was not debilitating, he made his way down to the dining room to make himself some breakfast. It was nine in the morning and the aroma of eggs, bacon,...