The Cerulean Calamity

[Wendigo 786]

 

 

The sun sets on the five hooded figures as they look upon Asul’llir “Any moment now...” one would comment.

 

Suddenly the ground would rumble, the figures stumbling for balance as one falls into the water. Soon after, another force shakes the ground accompanied by an explosion that rips through the air. An arcane pillar, bathed in different shades of cerulean and ivory light, bursts out of the ground as the earth ruptures from the explosion. Any mages would sense a surging flash of voidal power pass them as they go about their daily lives.

 

 

As the ground stills and the figures gather their bearings, they would look upon what they had wrought, a stunned silence hanging over them, before one finally burst out laughing.

 

 

A message had been sent to the Golden Owls.

 

 

[MrSyth 636]

A ghastly smirk remains on the face of one of the perpetrators for days.

 

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Anyone who has any OOC questions about what happened, come to me!

 

[Trips 344]

Yaan watches in awe over the explosion that shines before the small group, painting the sky in hues blue. The ground rumbled beneath the five figures, as they viewed the arcane explosion ripple open the face of the island, possibly grandiose enough to cause a voidal node to form.

"Magnificent! Splendid! A masterpiece!" 

He burst out in shallow laughter, gazing over the cerulean horizon.
"..but this is only the beginning." 

[1 1393]

A masked figure nods, soot covering his attire,

"Destruction is sought."

[Anawkin 247]

Another robed figure seemed to linger around the remains, bearing a wry smile coupled with occasional grumbles.

"As the foundation falls, so does the rest."

[Angmarzku 1251]

Expiravit screeches as it's jaws shift wide open with a loud creak and jumps around as he saw the explosion and flails his arms in the air 

[MonkeyCoffee 516]

Saikaunaah, elder of the Kharajyr, smiled ever so slightly at the destruction; it pleased her in some weird, twisted way.

[whiteoak123 9]

Ahern Ayla would view the remains of the Owl headquarters, silently observing the raging fires for several moments before returning to his work

[Tsuyose 3285]

Bearing in mind this transpired directly after the explosion.

 

Vorroch peered onward, curling his armoured digits taut into his light gauntlet whereas a grin paints his arid lips, the desolate cavern brimming with ash and smoke and the fire roared onward, licking along the cave walls before he'd press onward. Beneath his feet the earth drew lifeless as an opaque mist ran through the soil, clutching 'pon the emerald blades to turn them an ill hue; blotched with ebon spots. Shortly afterward the emaciated visage of Vorroch would twist, carving a scarlet hue into the stone below via eldritch means -- shortly after, the scarlet insignia would burn brightly and he'd promptly depart from the now ruined abode.

 

"Your desolate souls will quake in the midst of Aknu'gul."

 

 

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[Ford 1996]

Archembalt nodded contently. 

 

"This is fine."

[Mephistophelian 977]

Lorien releases a long, slightly maniac laugh as he hears the news. To the bringer of pleasant tidings, he grins.

"I wonder how they feel, getting royally fucked? Knowing them, they probably want more."

Long after the messenger had left, Lorien is seen brooding over old parchments.

"Best not disappoint..."

[Cat Evocation 3728]

"Don't see what's so important about explosions, they happen /all/ the time." Said Sarrion to one of his assistance's telling him the news, suddenly a loud explosion is heard from his lab, windows shattering.

[GDPR 014 48]

Vakruel shrugs upon hearing the news, the masked one gifting the bearer his share of gold, with his distorted, metallic voice, he bid a chuckle.

 

"Needed destruction. What next?"

 

 

[Gone 869]

A druid mutters softly as she climbs down from a tree. "Silly mages and their shenanigans. At least the light was pretty."

[Parkins 550]

Within darkened tunnels, upon a cracked and crumbling throne, the ghoul lord sit ever motionless. Thin fingers wrapped tightly about the arms of the seat, moving only as his breathing requites as he is relayed the information by an informant, it seems to have no effect, though..

 

..A small smirk forms upon his ghastly features.