THE RIFTBREAKERS ALLIANCE: VICTORY.

[Lord_of_losers 1546]

Spoiler

I just wanted to have a small spoiler section here to say thank you to everyone who participated and made this possible.

 

I hope everyone had fun on both sides, and appreciate you all for taking time out of your day to attend.

 

Apologies to any who couldn't make it due to the player cap, but I'm sure there will be an opportunity for similar stuff in the future :)

 

Thanks!

 

[!] A mass of missives are dispersed across Aevos, so that none would be ignorant of what was done.

 

To the accomplices of the so-called ‘Riftmakers Association’, known consorts of Iblees’ kind; vile warlocks, doomsday necromancers, demonic scourge - those who claw at monstrous power that would stop at nothing to further unsettle the equilibrium of light and dark - know this: You are anathema to morality, and you shall pay the ultimate price for it.

 

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In 1984, an alliance of descendants snuffed out the abominable project of the Riftmakers Association; a tear of immense proportion that if left unchecked would have posed dire consequences for not just the surrounding land, but the continent itself. Rallying together a force of Canonists, Norlanders, Templars, Druids, Nevaehlenites, and Magi of Hohkmat, the tear was obliterated.

 

A years’ worth of effort produced cannon-bores and cannonballs, forges burning from sunset to sundown for spears and steed-armour. Apothecaries laboured tirelessly to concoct boons for every last edge possible in the first step of this war effort. Even the Druii mustered their finest to restore the balance on this day. 

 

The conflict did not last long, owing to the overwhelming firepower levied against the ruinous forces. One-by-one the enemy would be felled as the battlefield was plunged into a sea of fire, spells, crossbow-bolts, and potion-blight. Even with a cameo from the Red Lich himself, alongside an emerging half-formed Horror, our forces persevered, broke through their guard, and slaughtered the routed apostates. The craven amongst them fled only to be cut down like rats.

 

The Druii took point once the battle was over, marshalling their power to cordon off and seal the devastating wave that would follow the tear’s destruction, rendering it all but inert. Once the last of them had moved from the firing line, Norland rolled forth her mighty battery of cannons, unleashing a thunderous rain of ammunition that sent the tear sinking in on itself.

 

What remains is a small, insignificant hollow that will soon follow its predecessor in ceasing to exist. Let the dark smile, jeer and taunt in their immortality. Let them flaunt their lack of humanity. They will scheme, and they will crawl into the light, time and time again, sometimes joined by mortal allies - but it will not matter. They and their masters will share the same damned fate: total and indiscriminate annihilation.

 

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I extend sincere thanks to all who answered the call for aid; to those who set aside their differences to fight harmoniously alongside unexpected allies, under my unexpected leadership. Should the need once more arise to stand against the long dark, I pray that you shall again take up arms in our shared struggle.

 

 

I AM SHE CALLED

Friend of Oblazek's Folk, Sage of Hohkmat, Mistress of Stars.

[tadabug2000 4918]

A young girl had the missive read aloud to her, the second one that day, and found she really, really wanted to aid in such conflicts!

[ToodIes 1575]

The Lich screamed in her mind:

YOU WILL BE KNOWN AS THE FACE OF MAGI AS THEY BRING THE END.

 

----

 

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t considered it. All it would have taken was an unsigned warning. Who would have suspected Razad’s faithful lieutenant?

 

But she said nothing. The storm of death in 1963 went unhindered.

 

Faeryel has a weakness for fairy-tales. The guilty must be punished, even if it makes things worse. She did not tolerate a lesser evil for the greater good. 

 

She is now the Sorceress-Queen as the Void kisses the world.

[Apotolofo 2206]

An undead witch grins at the missive, a twisted, rotted grin of malice. "Victory? Well, if it puts your mind at ease. . ." She cackles.

 

"See you soon, Sarah. . ." 

[greygre 259]

"Hohkmat stays winning!"

Merf smiles at the 'Friend of Oblazek's Folk' title being listed first.

[Cat Evocation 3728]

"Look what the decendents of Aevos can achieve with a unified front."

 

The red wizard basked the news posted, hoping for a more unified future.

[sam33497 7356]

The voidal lich read the missive in an unknown location. He ruminated to himself thereafter.

 

"I hope they do not behave rashly in the future. We have not yet entered the playground of giants. . .

 

". . . No, my thinking is wrong. It won't be my problem even if the important ones die."

 

". . ."

[RockyTheWolf 209]

Gloria read the missive, a small smile on her face due to the fact they had won. 

 

"Hohkmat wins again" she said to herself smiling... though the arcane journal on her hip looked up with its painted golden eye. "{We won one... battle... not a war...}" the tome said to its creator. The girl sighed.. nodding. She didn't want to believe the journal, but she knew it was right, that this was a war that was not over. She had been in the battle but contributed very little.

 

She slowly walked within her tavern, going up to the top floor. A messy house conjoined with her messy lab, alchemical supplies and magical equipment scattered around. She picked some of it up, starting to work. Using magic to make enchantments, to force metal to work itself, to create bottles. She gathered the herbs she had, grinding them, burning them, mixing them into various potions. 

 

"If I wander into battle again" she finished a potion of will o wisp, as well as a air purifier mask. "I shall hopefully be more helpful. But despite it, Hohkmat shall win against Lanre, always" said the golden eyed mage. 

 

 

 

 

[Lmcfc 515]

"wooo!! sarah!" a certain reheaded mage cheerd as she read the missive. "one less tear"

[Beholder 372]

Briga would read the missive, allowing herself a small smile. Sarah could be surprisingly subtle when wanted - The Dwarfess didn't miss the skewing of some details to make siege upon the rift seem like an overwhelming victory to the Riftbreakers.

 

While the day ended in victory, there were more than a few unexpected factors and scares before they'd gotten to destroying the tear. That was all par for the course when it came to victory announcements such as this, she understood.

 

Still, it'd been fun to get out onto the battlefield after so long. Briga didn't crave the heat of battle like many of her kin, but it had been nice to help her friends.

[MeteorDragon 3441]

"Where will you take us next." Sulieronn muttered to himself as he sat in his home, leaning back in his seat. A sigh rolled out of him. "You need a lot to make something so large."

[Rhettthecoldone 252]

The Local Moon Mage of Hohkmat lingered in the Ixmaten arena pit, hurling a wide array of spells so that he may refine his skills for the inevitable. Training dummies wrought of straw and logs had been lined on the walls, a good half of them suffering from agonizing scorches from the Moonflame of Faeran.

 

As much as he wanted his dear friend, Sarah’s claims of victory to be true, Faeran couldn’t help but sense a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. No war like this was ever truly over, even the sealing of giant, supermassive scars in reality. There was always an aftermath, or a cause and effect.

 

And so, he searched for ways to grow his magicks, in hopes that he could attain an even more helpful variety of abilities for the alliance of Riftsealers.

 

 

[ScoutTheWitch 520]

The Oracle of the Void brought a hand to her chin in contemplation as she read over the missive; something about it seemed not to bring her any ease or comfort. Much the opposite, as word of the Tear's closing seemed to unsettle her, not solely by the mention of an incursion of a hollow within the Veil. A great battle had transpired to see such would occur, and yet it seemed quite certain that this war for the sanctity of the Veil was not over, perhaps simply just beginning.

 

She turned her gaze to the sill of her office and upon the flock of crows gathered, their vacuous eyes of starry orange and yellow nebulae glancing every which way until she beckoned one over with a curl of one of her crooked digits. When they landed upon her forearm, she scribed a short note in that mana infused ink of indigo hue, setting raven feather pen aside as she tied it with a ribbon just above her messenger's claw. A wave of her hand she sent them off, flying out above the roofs of Hohkmat.

 

Turning back to her desk, she folded her hands before her face, staring across to the other side of the room. “I fear t'e worst 'as yet to come . . . portents of doom lie 'pon t'e 'orizon. I usually try not to meddle in fate's plans but . . . per'aps t'at ought to change.” A heavy sigh escaped her before she drew open one of her desk drawers, removing from it a blunt and a box of matches. One end in the corner of her mouth, striking a match to light the other, she drew into her lungs a moment before releasing a puff of smoke into the cool evening air. “So mote it be.”

[mmjinae 131]

While every other mage seemed to entertain themselves with dramatic monologues and solitary observations of the inevitable, Viviana Ximena Vilac - Viscountess of Valio, and the apprentice of the illustrious Sarah Artenin - took the time to do what really mattered after winning a great battle: she rolled up a blunt, lit it with a click of her fingers and a spark of the Void, and celebrated her victory. Still, she couldn't help but wonder. . . 

 

"What is that lich up to next," she mused, before pulling out an old, yet unassuming tome, and beginning to read.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

An Inferi reads the missive once over. Glancing back up with a wide grin on its putrid maw.

"We clearly weren't at the same fight."