The cultists chanted, their candles and chalk laid upon the stone. A circle of magic so large it could rival the diameter of the tower Foli erupted from the earth. Each rune, each sigil lit up with violet energies, transferring to the next. Even without the staff, they would have their result. The end demanded it so. The man in the center released his collected divine energies he absorbed, killing every other cultist within the center, including himself as the sigil lit up with their blood spilled onto the stone.
And then the very world itself cracked nearly in twain.
The explosion was deafening, and the power of its shockwave shattered every piece of glass, both ornamental and functional without a second thought. The very ground around the mountains cracked open like an eggshell, and magma poured out from all sides, decimating any chance of survival that those near the explosion had with them. From Frjalstad to Tyr'Varune, the smoke and flame could be seen as it covered the skies above with ash and soot. Even the Aestatians, the Hanese-all could see what just occurred.
To those near the center that were not instantly vaporized, they would be deaf for the rest of their lives, as the volcanic eruption sent such a sound that the world itself heard it four, no-five times over. Rubble was thrown into the air, going across the...
Fliers waive across the realm, put up by criers who seem as if they had seen the Gods themselves. They cry out in fervor as they also post them across every board in every part of town.
"The great God of Adventure, and the whole of the Pantheon invite you, from across them Multiverse-to come to the grand Banquet of the Gods. Within this banquet lies games, gambling, activities, and the best show across the infinite. The divine blessed pitched in heavy competition against one another in a series of activities created by the Pantheon to test their mettle."
On the bottom of the Fliers, the holy Symbol of Oklamat radiates divine power..and below are a list of the activities to sign up in.
P.S: Any healers that are non-divine are requested to assist in making sure that those wounded do not stay that way for long.
Hi Everyone! This is a bit of an Experiment Event I want to do, and it will be likely the first of many that will happen over the course of the Server's history, focused on the Divinity users and a few others that may hit the roll of the dice to enter, be they mages, shamans or normal people! A suite of Activities will be going on, and Signups will be open to those interested in participating in them.
Hello Everyone! Just wanted to post some information regarding how the Final event will work in general for everyone. This is a big and ambitious project, and a lot of you want to really get in and do your part-and so we're going to do our best to ensure that nobody gets ignored, and everyone does their part.
This is by far our most ambitious campaign event probably ever in scope, and there are a few ground rules for you-as a player, to understand.
They are as follows:
1. This event will be difficult. If you deviate from your plans, things may not end up to be the best outcome imaginable, but it isn't impossible. This does not mean we are out to kill you-merely that it will take everything you have been preparing for the past month to succeed in the goals you have planned for.
2. Day one of the event will be placed into segments. While Icly everything will go on at the same time, we will be doing it in stages of an equal amount of player parties in the 3 stages that will happen. To be explained further in depth below. During day 2 and 3, we will be assembling parties much like Vik'Daldrum, but on the spot more then pre-prepared, and there will be quite a lot of content to go through. The final confrontation will have everyone, though.
3. A Dm's word is law here. We will not and cannot have time to argue with you about something, and attempting to argue a point will not be tolerated, as the Dm's will be on a timetable. Obviously it is fine to point things...
The deity of chaos quietly tapped her fingers upon the cold, alien stone of her stolen throne, resting her face onto an open palm with the other. The battles for the pillars, the mortal deaths and the loss of many lives didn't phase her..much. A tinge of impatience adorned her visage as she sat within the realm of war, countless legions of soldiers under the Goddess of war's command going through portals to the other realms. Though this had been going for a while, some realms were far more resilient then others. It felt like nothing was happening in an infinite amount of time..
And then, progress.
Through two portals-chained down by violet locks were a figure of windy white, and a figure of pure sea blue. Both were tossed harshly onto the ground, their forms scraping against the rough stone and roughing up much like a porcelain floor against the skid mark of a shoe. They said nothing, and didn't even look anywhere but at the ground. A smile curled upon her face.
"Finally. I thought you would never find any of them. We can begin with the third phase with just the two, but I'd rather have the rest."
"That will take a bit more time, the other realms are far more..resistant to my...
The shockwave that spread through the world was not one of anger, or of rash action. It was methodical, prepared-planned far more in advance then anyone could have expected from the Maiden of Chaos. From the edges of Belinard to the distant shores of Bannesiel, all wondered in both fear and silent curiosity just what had been wrought upon this world.
For the past few Years, every so often a strange landmark would rise from the ground, in particular areas that seemed to carry no rhyme or reason, save for that they emboldened a theme of history within the lands they sprouted from. They seemed to appear after some great threat that had come and passed within the regions, or if a small incursion had been properly repelled from their lands. Regardless of how- these "Pillars" have risen, Twelve in all, across the landscape.
And now, they have been activated, their dark deeds coming full circle.
Beams of pure violet light now pierce the skies from each pillar, creating an unseen barrier over the plane of mortals that has had an immediate effect on those connected to the Divine. Terrible feelings have overcome them, of pain wrenching from their very form as if their souls separated from their bodies..and then a feeling of weakness for septs afterwards. Those not connected to...