Celestial Quest Log: The Voidal Tear in the Korvassa

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The sky near and distant to the voidal tear was growing ever filled with gloom as a rage of arcanic energy torrented into the surrounding areas. Band after band of adventurers, soldiers, and magic users marched into the abyssal landscape but each were routed. Within the coming weeks the Celestial Order organized their own raiding party. Members of countless backgrounds were drafted including a mixture of adventurers, those in the Celestial Order, the people of Llyria, the Sillumir, the Vira’ker, the Ascended, and at the time of the rallying call over thirty brave souls stepped forth to weather the abyssal tide.

 

In front of the allied forces, there blew an eerie breeze from the desert landscape and beyond the scarred anomaly. It had been warped by the seeping rot of the abyss, a putrid scent lingering in the air. The towering tendril of thick voidal energy loomed over them as Ithrendas lead the strategy meeting and Iatrilemar settled the forces into their groupings. Together they paced the group towards the voidal tear taking careful consideration that their forces were enacting the set plan; The mages would move together in a central column, to either side a flank of elite fighters, and a team of support medics, engineers, and rangers at the rearguard. Upon reaching the tear all the mages would need to accomplish is a successfully cast abjuration brought about by a circle of mages.

 

 

As the magi drew close to the seething tendril jutting out of the scorched landscape, it began emitting a sickening energy. The bands of warriors at their flanks faced a host of odious voidal horrors, each growing larger and more tenacious as one their brethren fell to the cold iron steel that met their unnatural flesh. One by one the servants of whatever twisted master that conjured them into existence faced the ire of a single-minded and determined force, though seemingly with each push another descendant met their unfortunate demise. Berserkers of a twisted amalgamation of parts met blades without any given thought, the hacking and slashing of their twisted forms only serving to send them into a deeper blood-boiling frenzy. Shadowed wolves with gaping maws tore into flesh, eventually only being subdued by sheer numbers and willpower, allowing the band of magi to make their steady approach.

 

Together they traversed the center of the sloping ravine, flanked by stout and driven warriors covering their ascent, aberrant lightning rained down upon them and wreaked havoc among their ranks. But the descendants had a supernatural creature of their own; an ethereal she-wolf of noble gait padded alongside the Oracle of the Celestial Order, streaks of energy coursing through the antlers crowning her celestial head, feeding a mass encircling itself at the epicenter of her horns. A glassy and translucent arcanic shield of multicolored hues sprouted forth from the antlers, protecting the center column during their climb while the shield was battered and violently shaken from the attacks raining from the abyssal-hued sky, bolstered by the greater melding of several driven arcanists.

 

 

The group continued forward, inspired by their ability to block the destructive calldown, but were blind to the trap set beneath them. In a sudden wave of crashing energy and the upheaval of earth, the central column of casters was scattered in each direction. From the ground rose a sickly, flesh-melded abomination which gave no mercy as it quickly disposed of the nearest master mage, sending a divided spear into the abdomen of Eliza. Ithrendas, and his personal guard, having been knocked forward and within range of the rift, began casting his mass abjuration. However, his power alone was not great enough despite the voidal empowerment felt from the land. He needed more.

 

With carnage, glancing blows, and devastating blasts of energy splitting up the core group of mages, Iatrilemar called out to them; he tethered to them and one by one recollected their willpower and pools of mana towards the abjuration. Ceaseless in their objective the Celestialists control of melding helped to weave a mana web able to empower the spell to unleash devastating results without rendering its main caster, Ithrendas, incapacitated. The flanking sides rushed to the aid of the melding casters and initiated on the abomination.

 

 

The battered, close-combat fighters struck down each beast allowing the circle of mages to pour even more concentration into the heightened abjuration. Many of them had studied this very field of work, and through their collective work in rifts, tears, and hollows, let alone the knowledge stored in those Celestialists, the reversal of the tear would at least prove possible. The group moved forward towards the tendril sprouting up from the epicenter.

 

The rift began to emit unsustainable groans while being forcibly shackled back together, plumes of energy crackling and smoking before being sealed and sent back into the ever expanse of the void. As hope kindled in the descendants hearts, a new shadow was cast down upon their illuminated spirits; an incorporeal creature silhouetted in a clouding black mist standing vigilant guard of the outstretching tendril. The sound of reverberating thunder and rolling gusts of gale wind accompanied his appearance, the terror cackling ominously at the assembled guardians before a brave and reckless soul, heedless of his own life, bull rushed with his axe drawn. It was at this exact moment the forcible tethering of voidal tear became too much for the landscape to bear.

 

 

As the rift began to pull itself closed, the rocketing explosion caused from the thunderous wake of the Voidal Terror tore into the surrounding landscape, sending ash, dirt, and stone flying into the air. Shrapnel from the blast scattered and littered the mobilized group of weary guardians. The shockwave from the explosion sent gusts of air and arcane essence out against the stalwart defenders, billowing and rocketing them back far away from the tainted land. Some stragglers landed safely upon the cool and smooth sand of the Korvassa beaches, while others collided with the ocean’s unforgiving waves.

 

For those unlucky enough to tumble into the frigid depths of the Korvassa sea, fortune favoured their boldness before as medics and professionals arrived upon the tainted site to aid and patch the weary travelers. Those who washed beneath the sea were dragged from the depths, administered medical attention, and nursed back to health. The group, weary and weak, traveled together towards one another to reconvene as a strange, wizened old man appeared upon the shore.

 

 

A strange gentlemen we later came to announce as Styxius the Wizard wandered across the coastline towards the recovering defenders. He offered healing aid and floating upon the earth as a petal, his feet never really touching sand. He seemed acutely aware of the voidal anomaly and when asked gave many answers to the possible inner workings of this tear. He congratulated the descendents gathered there and vanished in the same deep purple haze of smoke that he arrived from.

 

Despite the efforts of the Celestial Order and their allies, the landscape was decimated and the tear was blown back open. However, what they achieved was still a considerable victory for no longer did the abyssal tendril stretch itself into the mortal realm, blighting the heavenly sky. The land drew quiet in its phantasmal form, the heightened power the Magi felt dwindling to little more than a memory as no more voidal horrors rose to defend their putrid mantle. The group agreed that they had to regroup and come back to finish what they started before the tear could amass its full power once more. The Order had warded away the corruption of the void and stamped down on its breach through the veil. Guttural pride reverberated through the group’s final rally cry, yet it would take more energy, more mana, more power to close the colossal rift in finality.

 

[!] The following letter is found posted in Cloud Temple:

 

 

With wound and loss we have successfully dealt a vital blow to the voidal tear present in the Korvassa. The Celestial Order led an assorted band of adventurers, some thirty bodies strong, to fight against the abyssal abominations. The land has taken a blow and the tear’s power has greatly diminished. Now is the time for a secondary party to strike forth. You need abjurationists that have dealt with voidal tears, rifts, hollows before and you need fighters protecting them. Druids to heal the lands after if possible, clerics, healers, and archers to support. Watch your back and the ground below you, spread out when you see something charging, and cover the hills to prevent flanks. Be graced by the light, fellow descendents, for the void shall not take our dear Arcas.

 

Signed,

Arcane Mage Iatrilemar Elervathar

Oracle Saeldur Asul’Ailer

Empyrion Ithrendas of Llyria

[MeteorDragon 2822]

Xavis raises his left arm, his right was too injured to raise. “In this time of need, I’ll sacrifice myself again and again until this evil has been defeated!” He grips his staff and does what he is well known for... BOOM! He slams his staff on the ground, the sound rings out!

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Styxius would furiously continue trying to gather all of his notes on the tear for the general public, letting out annoyed grumbles and nervous chuckles as he believes he's taking forever to collect such.

 

(( Very well written post. ❤️ Ill be making a follow up as well later in the evening, currently stuck at work

[MunaZaldrizoti 5742]

Helena of Kal’Omith takes pride in her valiant contributions to the quest, able to claim that she swiftly made an end to one of the voidal creatures that had made an attempt on their party all on her own.

[Farryn 812]

Elvira sips her mocha as she reads the log, nodding in approval. “The first step is often the hardest but you all did well – Celestrials, Llyrians, Ascended, and everyone both. Though we still got more to do... and I do wish I could have been there personally to lend my aid. Perhaps the next time,” the master sage then went back to her reading.