ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           “...and that’s all we know at the moment, EP,” Leif concluded as he paced back and forth across the center of his office over the soft, burgundy carpet. A rune-engraved stone sitting on Leif’s intricate, walnut desk projected the image of a hooded figure, and this man paused to reflect on the situation with Blood-Wraith. “Nosmirc, know that I don’t say this lightly, but you have legitimately put the entire Cosmos in danger…” Nosmirc felt his adrenaline surge, gripped in panic as he stuttered over his words. “You think I don’t realize that by now?!” he replied, trying to salvage his bruised honor. “Nosmirc, we are running out of time here,” Tiberius warned. “Remember–we sent Desislav Robles to The Iron City and pushed Dragoslava to return so she could be there for Blood-Wraith. She’s developed a rapport with Mr. Robles, but we have no idea how long she will stay there. She misses her home, b...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           Blood-Wraith was a little nervous heading to Earth World as he flapped his mighty wings through the Unlight’s void of space as Golden Dragon. The four elemental planets caused him no anxiety, rather it was the fact that Ludwig and Quasar were with him. Ludwig needed to go on his first proper mission and Quasar was still relatively new to the guild. Truthfully Blood-Wraith was unsure how it was going to go, so Gummi and Barry volunteered to tag along as well. As for the mission, two allies of Morrigan had been spotted around the ruins of The Temple of The Rock God, and Chief Fire-Rock was quick to call on the guild for assistance. Touching down on the sunny, arid planes gave Blood-Wraith a feeling of nostalgia, with a winged dog demon and ball of light joining him, who reverted back to Ludwig and Quasar respectively. “Well shoot, Blood,” Gummi said as he got off of Blood-Wraith's back with Barry...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           “Hold on, Buster,” Odo said as he indicated for the group to stop as they entered a hall decorated with carvings of flames and ceilings ordained with paintings of the stars. He then ran over to a nook, with the death rattle of a rat being heard after a good whack. It was then tossed out into the open. “I knew I smelled something foul…” Lia was about to compliment him, but noticed another devious rat clinging to the ceiling and was perched in the perfect position for a sneak attack. “ODO, LOOK OUT!” The knight dodged instinctively, with Lia whipping out her black-gloved hand. A shiny, thin barb extended from her index and middle fingers that struck the rat without mess. It then fell to the floor with a lifeless thud, an odorous substance oozing from the wound that was a far cry from blood. “Nasty…” Tusk remarked as he took up position to protect Buster. “I should probably leave out the part w...