ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           The following day, a majestic, four-winged, avian dragon landed in the main courtyard, catching any guild members present off guard. Once the dragon’s passenger hopped off, it reverted back into a beautiful woman in an elegant coat who was accompanied by a quirky man in formal attire. Aava Janzen-Caden and Mind-Wraith Caden had returned from their journey to the border of The Deep Realm of Chaos after needing to assist the Discordant Gods Nacht and Paradoxos with something that concerned the two in regards to the Lost Era. As they made their way inside they were greeted by their fellow guild mates, and while things seemed to be fairly jovial, the two could sense that the guild was abuzz with excitement. Given the news they had received while away it was to be expected and had their interest peaked. It was lunch time when they entered the sconce and chandelier-lit great hall and they immediately ...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           Returning to the guild hall the next day after a relaxing night with the Rock People, Blood-Wraith and his team were greeted by the sight of Schwarzes hovering up in the air with his wings out. He appeared to be shooting strange, whale-like clouds of sparkling gas with his Starlight Bow & Arrow. Blood-Wraith face palmed once his passengers were off of his back and he was back to normal. Some days he wished and assumed everything had gone back to normal, only for his current circumstances to drag him kicking and screaming back to reality. Barry and Gummi felt similar to Blood-Wraith (albeit not as intensely as he did) and sighed as they entered the gates. Blood-Wraith and Ludwig then noticed Desislav and David observing Schwarzes work from the courtyard and went to speak to them. “Jeez, more Void Feeders?” said Blood-Wraith. “Yup, looks like we’re still in the thick of it,” Desislav replied...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           “Ruckus–nothing but ruckus these days,” Séamus complained as he stepped out of the rattling, metal lift. His face was wrinkled and his hair was gray, but his green eyes were just as sharp as they were the day he entered the tower. His voice was a little raspy and old, but its tone indicated that the man had seen it all and then some. “Lia, what are you doing back here so soon? “Aisde from running from Valdemaras, we’ve come to activate the beacon.” “Really now?” he replied as he set some books aside. “What would you youngsters need with that?” “Orders from Ozymandias,” Angus answered. “I assume you got the note I sent you?” “Give me one second.” Séamus quickly checked his vest pockets, got out a folded piece of paper, and held a scratched monocle up to his eye. “Ah-ha, I see… bad winds afoot, no two ways about it–but we’ll drive those sodding, dirty rats out one way or another.” “Ha, Val...