ULTRAMagic Alternate

Previous | First | Interlude Master Post - Patreon           “Still bothered by Leif having to reincarnate, Blood?” Dragoslava asked as she ate her sundae. “Yeah… it still bites.” “Well hey, don’t worry about it too much. I know how you feel. At least he’s going out on his own terms.” Blood-Wraith looked over to the others, seeing Leif and Deimos happily recounting their past. “I suppose you’re right, sister.” Dragoslava glanced across from her, noticing Ekaterina was slow to eat her food. “Eka, don’t tell me you're bummed out too…” “Oh, what? Me? Um, no… uh… Yes? I… I just didn’t expect to be here like this.” “Foresight is something you should work on,” Vexation pointed out. “Nothing is set in stone, therefore one must be ready to deal with whatever life puts before them. We could have died or we could have had a change of heart had we won. Furthermore, another thing to keep in mind is how you deal with these issues. Actions mean everyth...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           Tusk found himself weaving and dodging amongst a flurry of attacks as he darted across the desert. He was carrying a bundle of scrolls to his friends, having worked up the courage to join them. “STUPID STUPID STUPID! WHAT AM I EVEN DOING!? AIYEE!” Blood-Wraith peaked his head above a small, obsidian dome. “TEACHER! Over here, hurry!” He bottom-lined it and made it before a series of shockwaves struck the Lich. Under the dome were also Desislav and Dragoslava, looking a bit banged up. “Hey, guys… What did I miss?” “Erm–not much…” Dragoslava replied, trying to catch her breath. “Vlastimir showed up out of nowhere to give us a breather.” “Good thing too,” Desislav moaned. “That power I absorbed is making me feel like dirt…”  Looking towards the battle, Tusk saw Vlastimir unleashing a barrage of wild sword slashes. “Good lord, his power terrifies me. He’s got some kind of ungodly creatu...

Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon           Dragoslava had no idea what was going on when she was freed from her obsidian prison. She looked around, seeing a large court out in the open; but her vision was still adjusting, so it was difficult to make out what was going on. “What the… where am I? Desislav? Blood?” “Drago, here…” Desislav looked a bit roughed up as he sat on a bench lining the stone walls. “Desislav–what happened to you?!” He looked down at his injuries and sighed. “Things got a bit complicated.” “Explain, please?” Desislav rubbed his neck. “So… The Unspeaker proposed a face off between us and The Lich. A best of three contest, with the winner… well we’re not sure what happens next yet. Me, you, and Blood are going up against the Lich’s… erm, elite commanders.” “Excuse me, what!?” “Turns out he ‘created’ three beings to counter us, or so he claims… ha, counter. I’ve been scoping them out and I’ve already beate...