ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           At the opposite end of the castle entered a man of tall and strong stature. He looked tired and worn, yet refused to stop fighting. He sighed as he brushed his combed, dark brown hair back and was met by a kind-looking woman in a modest dress and blouse from the Celtic islands. She had long, curly, dirty blonde hair with a hint of red to it and smelled of wild flowers, which was pleasant to the senses. Her silver eyes met the man’s ruby red eyes and she could see how exhausted he was in general. She got up from her seat in the hall and went to speak to him, hoping to cheer him up. “Leif, welcome back, dear. How did things go?” The man exhaled and straightened out his vest. “Hello, Carol. It went… Things went about as well as you would expect. The Beast of Old is still under the hysteria spell from The Fear of Old, and he just would not listen to me. On the bright side I was able to find Mal ag...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           “So, Blood, how are we doing on new faces?” Vexation asked with a chuckle as he scratched his goatee. Blood-Wraith leaned back in his chair with a sigh as the other guild members filed into the main hall. “Better, but… well actually Ludwig would be a new face…” “Blood, you’re worrying about all of this too much,” Vexation assured him. “The Epoch guild had a slow start and needed time to get going.” “Rome wasn’t built in a day, sweetie,” Drusa added. “And another thing is that… and I just lost my train of thought again…” Blood-Wraith looked concerned over that as Drusa rubbed her temples. “It’s not that anomaly again, is it?” Vexation rubbed his face like he had a raging headache. “I am going to throttle whoever is messing with our heads, even if I have to break all of reality to do it…” Drusa leaned back, sighed, and brushed her purple hair aside. “It’s just one of those days where… O...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           By the end of the week, Blood-Wraith felt good enough to get his room at the guild all set up. The anxiety caused by Eloise prompted him to avoid the guild hall, but his talk with Dragoslava and Dunja made him feel better, like he could handle it. He was sleeping in on Sunday morning when he felt a soft rumble. At first he thought it was no big deal, as he was comfortable under his blankets. The guild hall made use of impossible space, with his room residing in such a section. Things could have been shifting and tremors were not completely uncommon in the Central Unlight. A second rumble challenged that notion and the third made him realize his ideas did not make sense. Blood-Wraith rushed out in his pajamas (a white tank top and striped pajama pants), making his way to the security room. Other guild members were scrambling to get ready as the rumbles continued. In regards to the security room, ...