ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           In celebration of their victory and defeating the last of the Audoan Knights, a feast was held and the majority of the guild was in attendance. Prior to the arrival of Scotty, things had been quiet and calm, leading to the guild never really having a cause for celebration like the one they had been presented with. The members were easy going and laid back, but now they felt truly rallied and united. The Eternal Order was not going to be content with going after The Unlight. Leif’s heroism and persistence told them that not only can they rise to meet the challenge, but that they can also thrive and keep rolling with the punches no matter what happens. They would valiantly hold the line until the next ULTRAMagic Guild rose, and the Dark Divers would continue to be by their side for the foreseeable future. Despite the merry and triumphant attitude of the guild, Leif had a knot in his stomach that ...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           “I don’t like waking up to those activist nutcases causing trouble,” Blood-Wraith said with a yawn as he entered the main hall. “Jeez, first my printer quits on me, then my trading card order gets lost… How in the blue blazes did those nimrod activists even get to the Northern Living Ocean in the first place? It took Drago and I ages in Unlight time to get there even with Leif the first time around.” “We’re not sure,” Tiberius answered as he studied a magical map of the area at one of the tables. There was a red, blinking dot that indicated the intruders at the shores of the ocean. “Well I’d dare say we’re about to find out,” Desislav commented as he tapped the shoreline on the map. “Weaver, you want to come with us this time?” “Sure, as it’d give me a chance to stretch my legs a bit,” he said as finished his toast, then got up to stretch. “Besides, Proteus told me about some rare ores he s...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           That night’s dinner in the luxurious, Victorian-Greek dining hall felt like a true victory lap for the group. While it was true that Gudrun had gotten away, Valdemaras had failed spectacularly, with Lia and Buster happily enjoying their scrumptious food. And if The Vermilion King was to be believed, everything was going according to plan. Ozymandias and Tereza were simply upbeat in every possible regard, recalling their past adventures (that did not involve them enabling The Sepulcher God). It was surprising to see Ozymandias so jovial despite the slaying of The Vulture God a couple of days prior. And of course The Vermilion King also had his fair share of stories to tell. Truthfully Lia, Buster, and Odo were hoping the night would last forever, as it was vastly preferable to the conflicts that waited far outside the tower. The next day saw the group at Ozymandias’ living space so he could tell ...