ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           With the approach of Karnage’s army of shadow constructs on the horizon, The Iron City was in a panic as the citizens took shelter within the mighty walls. The Singing Storm Tower was in complete uproar, with everyone frantically moving back and forth, trying to get ready to combat the threat they were being faced with. The news of Blood-Wraith’s death had reached them, but there was no time to mourn. Tiberius, Vexation, and Deimos made their way to the throne room, being guided by Octavius, who naturally had all sorts of nervous and scared questions to ask. Karnage’s brazen barbarism was unprecedented and such a conflict had not been seen since the Dragon Wars of the Epoch-Modernity transition era. To say the modern Descendants were not ready for the impending Tyrant War was an understatement.  “...and you are certain the power of The War Machine of Old will activate?” Octavius questioned ...

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           Guinevere was making her way down to the great hall to present a modest proposal to her mother. As she made her way through the halls carrying her folder full of research with golems bowing to her as she passed by, she contemplated pleading to her mother to cease her contest with the ULTRAMagic Guild once more. Guinevere’s desire to join them was mounting and it would have been ideal if Valerie had also joined, but she knew her mother would not listen to reason. If the foolish bout was going to continue, Guinevere could at least get something out of it. Upon entering the great hall, she froze in her tracks. Eloise was standing next to something big under a tarp, with her proud smile screaming to her that her sister had done something rash. Of course Eloise saw Guinevere walk up with her signature frown and went a little smug. “Hey, Guinevere…” “Sister, what’s under the tarp?” “Oh, just a lit...