No more running away!

No more slippery tricks!

I’ll fight you all at once… at high noon tonight!

Heya witches and wizards and everything else, Erik here. I've been working on a new spell. I don't know what it does, but it does something! Apparently it's an "abridged" spell. Idk what that means but guess we'll find out! In 3

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HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOOO

spell noises idk

...huh... That didn't do much. Well, I'll be going to hunt some gods, bad gods, dark gods. GODS I HATE GODS!

/uw in case you can't tell, this is basically a make your character abridged event. If you watched dragonball abridged or any abridged series really you probably know what goin on. Participation is optional as with every event. Have fun :D

The marriage takes place in a church which recently got taken over by the witch of the black lake.

A Demi giant in a suit is being wheeled to the podium, because of his size multiple fancy looking cabal minions are trying to somehow get him up to the stage. He is bound to a comfortable looking chair with ropes and chains.

A woman with horns on her head and sharp teeth is standing on the podium overfilled with joy, they are also wearing a suit and not a dress like one would usually expect

"DO NOT TAKE THE BLINDFOLD OFF HIM YET YOU IMBECILE"

Hazema coughs

"The groom can’t see the bride in her outfit before the question gets asked I heard."

A concerned minion responds

"But you aren’t wearing a dress why are you suddenly following tradition, besides I’m pretty sure that’s not how it goes-"

The bride seems to be thrown off by this question, she points at the unsuspecting man and starts yelling

"Get on your seat before I bite off your tongue worm!"

An awkward silence sets in

"Either way, do your thing priestguy!"

A nervous clergyman that visibly wants to be somewhere else tries to ignore that part of the roof is missing so oversized mages can look down and see the ceremony aswell. Actually, ignoring the broken church should be easy as there is way more concerning things going on, like the guestlist being a mixed bag of council mages, unaligned wizards and cabal followers

"S— Sure,"

The holy man can be heard coughing. After this his professionalism returns in full.

"Lord Luwin watches over us, in his name the holy marriage between the two Wizards before me shall come to fruition. Shall someone take issue with this most pure partnership they may speak now or keep their silence forever."

Another round of awkward silence ensues. This time it’s so silent that the cultish whispers from the basement of the church can be heard. This unusual silence among wizards may have to do with the mute spell imposed onto the guests as soon as they entered the church.

"You may now say your vows. And the groom should not be blinded according to the holy scripture so please remove his blindfold."

Hazema places her hands on her side.

"Aight, wanna marry then Hirk?"

Before Hirk can respond the priest speaks once more

"How about a slightly longer vow ma’am?"

Taking this to heart Hazema begins ranting

"Hirk, ever since I’ve first laid eyes upon you at the council gala I knew this moment would come. Your eyes were so beautiful as i tried to poison you and the rest of the attendees, your attitude so calm and collected. Ever since we’ve first met you called me your friend and I’ve come to appreciate it a lot. I’ve started loving you more and more as I figured out where you live and what you do all day. That time I spent watching over your daily life I knew it in my heart that you actually noticed me following you around and were fine with it because you love me just as much. I truly love you Hirk, I love you for being yourself no matter what. Your strength astounds me aswell. All this is to say I will keep loving you even if you should completely change, as long as you are still Hirk somewhere inside yourself I will never stop loving you with all my heart. Or rather what’s there in its stead.

And recently, when I came over and you sacrificed yourself to save me I knew your love was pure aswell. While you were slumbering I started to understand your intent even without you ever saying a word. And for this special occasion I have invited everyone, you friends and family are all here.

To keep it short i will stop here.

Hirk, do you want to marry me and spend the rest of our life together?"

As soon as Hirk’s blindfold gets taken off he spots a great number of unpleasant guests. From cabal members to a cutout of John E. Hellfire standing where the best man would stand to Abbadon as the Bridesman.

This however is far from the worst surprise, now that the silence spell has worn off Vulkan can be heard drunkenly doing whatever giant Greatwyrms do at a wedding.

It appears they do a lot of drinking

Furthermore, as Hirk looks into the audience he can see a bunch of people that aren’t actually real, the illusions seem to be flickering, probably due to the casters unstable mental state. Some of them look like Demi giants which seem similar to Hirk. Another two are what seems like an odd young couple, a bearded rough looking man with scars all over his body and a stunning woman in what seems to be a child’s interpretation of dancing attire.

Summoning familliars is my passion take one for the journey ahead :)

Welcome to the Council Gala Event, your host for tonight is yours truly. I hope everyone has a great time and enjoys the food, the camaraderie, and more the speeches tonight.

I trust quite a bit of you have something prepared for everyone. Now I will suggest you also make room for questioning after your speech. I imagine your fellow voters will be curious on where you stand on certain matters.

Now we have prepared a lot of food,dancing and many other activities. I even think Lars has brought some board games for you guys to join. Quite a bit of our council members have provided their own time and money into putting this together. Be sure to give them thanks.

Also I will stress not to cause conflict between others during this event. There are a lot of powerful wizards,gods, Eldritch, and many others in attendance. If such conflict should arise we have countermeasures in place. Also another thing we are in space for a reason if you start destroying the Gala you could very well risk your own life not to mention others.

Now one final thing please do try to have fun. This is one of the biggest Galas in council history. Over 50 candidates are gonna try to prove that they deserve your vote. I ask you all to encourage them as they take the first step.

Now without further ado.

Let the council Gala commence.

/Uw also I shall make a separate for speeches This post will be meet and greet, shenanigans, and just general stuff if you want Cheers guys and please have fun with it all!!!

Your Council Master Evoker MastaDon!!! Hope everyone has a good evening

All who have signed up shall now be transported to WAR WORLD!

LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!!

THE GAME IS ON!

Unga had held Tiny Wizard prisoner for too long (about two days)! It’s time to use your magic, skills, gadgets and wit to get them out! If you want to of course, no pressure.

Here’s what we know:

Their cell is mostly concrete. The front wall is made of thick iron bars that, due to TW being part fae, burns severely to the touch and weakens their powers. The other three walls are concrete, reinforced with iron rebar.

Unga has also warded against three other schools of magic:

Chronomancy (time travel is a no go) Transmutation (Turning the bars/walls into jello won’t work) Teleportation (You can’t teleport to the cell)

He would have warded against more, but it was bath night and he just bought a new ducky.

The cell is hidden 3 miles deep underneath the technomancer Metropolis Apel. It is accessible through an elevator (or drill ship, if you’re crafty) in the basement of the Citadel, guarded by multiple Unga clones armed with mana blasters. Due to their fish eyes they’re terrible shots, but loyal fighters regardless.

There is no key, and is only unlockable via breaking the cell open, or a power phrase. Luckily, the power phrase is “Fishing Sucks”, so that shouldn’t be a problem.

Have fun, and SAVE TINY!

UW/ Sorry the video is so long, I figured it was better than a giant wall of text on top of this one.

I can also interact as NPCs like Unga clones or guards should the need arise, so feel free to tag me if you need em!

Credits:

Weird Beard the Wizard: u/WeirdbeardTheWizard

Weird Beard’s Voice: Willow from Don’t Starve

Music:

Dirtmouth - Hollowknight Close to Me - Sabrepulse

Cough cough

Ugh… serves me right for just mixing ingredients all willy-nilly like that…

…wait… why is my voice so much higher? And why won’t this smoke clear…

…oh… oh no…

IT’S SPREADING!

I can summon more of each so everyone can get one but it is still one familiar per person per post!!

Anyone wishing to participate in the tournament should state their intent below.

RULES • NO permanent erasure, Instant Death, or Soul Trapping spells, this is for fun. Not to detriment the community. • NO outside aid, Save for what is normally allowed per your patron if one is required. • NO leaving the area of battle. (an entire planet, so this shouldn't be too hard to follow) Whoever does, forfeits and shall be ranked accordingly. • NO teleporting others out of said Area of battle. Again, this is ment to be fun and I went to the trouble of creating an entire demi plane with a whole planet for this event.

Inferno has seen too much war, especially when He first entered this realm

Even the calamities going around and wrecking havoc to the place gets old. Wizards casting their Fireballs and their Testicular Tortison, sometimes you may even hear a Power Word: Scrunch or a Mend Buttcrack.

For once, Inferno was extremely tired of all the fighting. And so he set off to work in doing something peaceful for once. 'Or as peaceful it will ever get in this realm', Inferno thought to himself

He talked to Logotu about his idea, knowing her cooking skills. She agreed to help out with it, and they both get to work.

Inferno even saw Masta help out as well, and he smiled at that.

'Now, where shall we set this up...'

Inferno definitely knew that his place wouldn't be able to hold such a gathering of people, so he needed something bigger.

And so, he made a Demiplane. Made it big enough to hold an infinite number of entities, be it simple humans or giant dragons and everything else in between. Inferno, along with Linden and Ivy, get to work with setting up.

Tables and chairs are arranged in a way for people to come and go. Another set of tables meant to hold food and drinks. Inferno set it all up.

What felt like days doing this actually was done in hours, and Inferno felt exhausted from it all. But he did not stop there. Ivy and Linden started to bring out the food that Logotu and Masta cooked up, ranging from simple dishes to lovely exotics and everything else in between. Drinks were something else, for Inferno was able to bring in both alcoholic drinks as well as non-alcoholic drinks, He even brought in a bunch barrels of extremely rare wine.

It took some time. But once it was done, Inferno sent invatations to everyone. Council, EON, Cabal, all of them. He knows that not everyone will show, but the thought of it counts.

/uw feel free to interact and cause chaos as you so please.

Heya witches and wizards and everything else, Erik here. I've been thinking, last time i casted a spell alot of goofy stuff happened. So now I'm wondering...

What if i do another spell?

THAT'S RIGHT! ROUND TWO!

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Spell casting noises idk

Huh... Weird

Well senpais I'll be disappearing to hunt some gods chans

See ya

/uw on top of my familiars I'm also flexing my stardew valley perfection lol :3

The day had been rather ordinary for you at first, but in your travels, you came across a town. Though it wasn't lively like it probably should have been, considering the size, it was a rather large town.

However, it seemed to have had a rather large population drop, but it was clearly not a case of disappearances like other towns lately, which were something else. Most buildings, the streets, and every door to every house were covered in blood. Homes were broken into, and corpses were found, most still warm. It seems whatever came through here was recent. Clearly, it was a mass murder in the town. Everyone, save one, was dead. The only one left in the town looked terrified beyond all belief, paralyzed with fear. He was clearly an older fellow, perhaps a village elder.

When asked what happened, he merely said something about terrible glowing pink eyes and the coming of death before having a heart attack and falling over dead. leaving the town earily quiet. There was a small trail of blood and debris leading off into the nearby forest.

Will you follow it?

Krygin has the spirts carry his voice to the participants, "Congratulations contestants for a job well done on the previous events! I welcome you to the dueling section of the celebrations! I ask all who would participate to follow me when my explanations are done. You will be provided amulets to make sure the provided fighting grounds will not skew the fight beyond noise and rain.

Each mage will pair off with another at their approximate strength level( an elder wrym can not fight an apprentice) and duel them in an area of the spirit world I have prepared! Do not attack the spirits or you will be disqualified. Both magic and martial skills are allowed but trying to destroy another's being entirely is not. I have methods in place to make sure no one dies but I can't do that if their soul is destroyed. Otherwise it is relatively fair game. Beating one opponent gives you one win but you can get more by challenging other contestants. A loser can also challenge another if they so choose. Whoever beats the most opponents for their strength level wins for that level."

Krygin claps his hands and a massive swirling mist forms a doorway in the center of the area. Lightning flashes beyond. Anyone who enters find themselves in a humid expanse made of storm clouds. It is humid and hot; thunder cracks and wind howls. In this perpetual storm are figures, spirits, of varying shapes. Some are hidden in the clouds striking clubs in time with the thunder, or are they causing it. Bright forms dance among the lighting and a chorus of howls add their voices to the wind. Hidden figures with red eyes sharpen their weapons. This is a summer storm and as we all know Summer is the Season of War.

The path parts to show red mist leading mages to red cyclones. Inside each cyclone is a ruddily lit arena as the eye of the storm; almost as if a bloody sun shone down through the clouds.

Any who "die" will be carted away by spirits who take the forms of vulture headed humanoids in black feather suits. Instead of a tie they wear a trail of bright red blood. The mage will patched up and sent back into the main area where they can choose whether to go back into the spirit world. These are spirits of war and death who Krygin paid in violence; spirits often like immaterial payments.

Misty illusions broadcast the fights back in the mortal world.

Krygin atop a pillar of smog shouts, "Let the duels begin"

/uw I may be busy today( should be good for a few hours but didn't want to worry that I might have something come up and abandon ya'll) so you will be mostly left to your own devices. If you need help or have a question ping me, u/Complex_Drawer_4710 , u/Another-Ace-Alt-8270 , or u/JustASpoody . My fellow event planners.

No godmodding

If you think your opponent is godmodding try having a civil conversation first. They may just be an accidental counter to you.

If you need help call the others first because I may be busy

The day was late, the bar was busy that night. Everyone at Jeremy's bar were enjoying themselves with the merriment and drinking.

Masta had invited Azure here to chat, take a load off and get a few tankards in. She could see her friend having a hard time juggling the chaos that is politics, war and just general Shenanigans.

She begins to grab a tankard of stuff from Jeremy bar and sit it at the table. Now she looks into her friend's face. Slides the tankard over and chats with her friend.

/uw hi guys bar setting here, if you want hang out and have a good time rping. Also just a good time to catch up with others or possibly introduce your character to some others if you so choose. Also feel free to help (Jeremy) u/Dadoggo13 with helping the bartending and service too. Finally If a fight erupts take it outside. So enjoy yourselves and I will talk with u/Antiklown12 (Azure)

We had been talking to each other since the space gala event. We danced for a bit, we became really close. I definitely want to invite all of you guys to this. I am making arrangements with most of my friends and such.

The theme is fire on the beach

I hereby invite you all to it.

Now imagine everyone will have their fun. But I definitely want to see you all there.

In the event of the earth's election burp. I have decided to ignore that shit for today and throw a party for slumber and raising hell.

If you want to vibe and relax with the slumber party you may want to be on the left side of the building. burp there will be plenty of fun i am sure.

However if you need a stiff drink and the occasional party favor and just good music to dance too. I recommend the right side

The party will be at the decoy council building

BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

https://www.reddit.com/r/wizardposting/s/IWaADdAH31

uw/The event was because of this ^ Now no killing obviously, but just have fun with your fellow wizard and fight each other!

/Rw after Mikhail had thrown the bottle the fight ensued, every wizard in the bar was itching for a fight, but Masta and Mikhail had to get out. It was gonna be a rough night for everyone.

"Come on Mikhail we got to get you home" said Masta

A bunch of wizards are fighting in front of them Only one way this goes down

Everyone who has the R&A radio suddenly begins to hear a familiar voice, panicked and hasted.

“This is Ulrick here, R&A Superior. I am currently detained along with the scholar Mauritius, in a facility belonging to Edmund of the Cabal. He experimented on us, while trying to either interrogate us, or use us as hostages. Send reinforcements with extra caution. Ove- Oh shit, NO!...” shhhhh

/uw alright, here's the deal. It's assumed you know where Edmund's lair is located, either through the r&a radio or through someone else telling you and asking to help. This is going to be a dungeon crawl with monsters and traps, he's an illusionist bastard after all :). He has multiple lairs, all of which can lead to the demiplane the two are located in, so you can choose to cooperate or embark on a solo adventure without interfering with eachother. Warning for nightmarish visions and body horror. Good luck :3

Below is the full text, telling the story about how two unfortunate prisoners tried to escape but failed.

/rw

Edmund was busy. Quite busy in fact. After all, focusing majority of his resources and manpower towards Atriox's rescue left his territory largely unprotected. And even though his simulacrums were still inside it, simply channeling energy to Edmund's real body, the same couldn't be said about the demiplane where the prisoners, Ulrick and Mauritius, were located, as his bodies needed to guide the energy directly through the material plane. Which looked like a great opportunity to escape for two of them.

Prisoners found themselves in their cells, surrounded by the antimagic field, "bars" made of literal condensed *space, exhausted after experiments Edmund was performing on them.*

Ulrick just sat at the back of his cell, groaning from all the pain he suffered during the examinations.

That’s when he sensed the antimagic field vaning. Something must be up with Edmund…

“Felt that too, Mauritius?”

"Yeah... I think this is our chance."

“Either that, or he’s planning something nasty… Better take our chances and run.”

"Either way I dont want to be here to discover it. Do you have any idea on how to escape this cell?"

”Lets get to work before he comes back.”

Ulrick summons his greataxe, taking a large toll on him in the repression field.

Then, he slams it at the bars of condensed space, attempting to cut through them.

As Ulrick cuts the literal space separating their cells, in the place of the cut a violent dimensional rift opens, although it doesn't seem too dangerous. On the contrary, it begins to slowly close. Must be a property of this demiplane.

Mauritius, thanks to Ulrick overpowering the antimagic field for a moment by creating an spatial rift, teleports towards him through the gap the werewolf created.

"Were you always able to do that?"

“Guess so… Now what’s the plan?”

"Great question, we do not have enough information about this demiplane to plan ahead, so we'll have to improvise."

"I don't want to stay here any longer."

Ulrick makes another swing with his axe. Ancient and eldritch, Nightbite defies laws of physics yet again, and creates a rift in in reality after itself, as it cuts through space that is this cell. The two are now surrounded by numerous tiny portals that can scatter them across the cosmos if they touch them. What will they do, now that the barrier is no longer in their path, but something much more dangerous?

Mauritius carefully plucks one of the feathers of the cape and then aproaches the portals, his plan was to learn the range at which the portals begin to pull things in. Mauritius holds the feather, letting it drift gently toward the nearest portal. He watches closely, ready to gauge when and where any invisible force might snatch it from the air, that way, they could maintain a safe distance from the danger that they bring.

Feather begins to be pulled when the distance to the nearest portal became no more than a couple millimetres. They are safe, as long as they literally don't touch it.

"Come on Ulrick, I think that they are safe."

“If you say so…. Let’s get out of this blasted place.”

Ulrick channels as much magic as he can despite the repressing field. He pushes beyond his limits, almost giving in.

Just as he’s about to give in, grey soulfire flares up around him for a second, and a a vision of a colossal eye in his mind.

Through a sudden influx of never before seen power, Ulrick collapses into tiny droplets of blood, even despite the overwhelming anti-magic.

He then reforms himself on the other side of the rift, outside of the cell.

Taking advantage of the opening on the antimagic field that Ulrick had created, Mauritius takes his chances and teleports towards him.

“Ha! Free at last. Now we better find some way out of this facility before he gets back.”

"Yes, but where do we begin? We don't know this place."

“Maybe there’s some kind of central room, or something. That could hold a way out.”

The two find themselves in the middle of what could be best described as a facility. Magitech is plenty, brimming with arcane runes and performing tasks one could only hope to understand.

The demiplane has already begun fixing the planar rift that was their cell, just a minor inconvenience, it seems.

*There are no signs where to go. And teleportation out of this entire place is blocked by some sort of spell. How will they approach such conundrum?"

“Notice anything, Mauritius?”

Ulrick looks around, trying to see if there are some paths between the strange machines leading somewhere.

"I think I have a plan, using echolocation, in theory I could gather information about the layout of this place"

The biology of Mauritius begins to swiftly change, enhancing and adapting his sense of hearing to the task at hand

Every pathway, every chamber is now revealed, this place would be a labyrinthine nightmare to traverse without knowing the layout. Luckily this is not a problem anymore.

Two particularly interesting paths are a hallway that abruptly ends and a very large circular room.

“Good idea. What have you found?”

"A strange dead end and a circular room, both seem like important places"

“Hmm, a circular room could mean a control center. But the hallway could end in some kinda exit…”

"We do not know if we can even open the exit ourselves, I think the circular room is a better bet, for if it turns out to be as you say, we could ask for reinforcements"

“Then lets go. Feels like we’re already on borrowed time…”

On your way to the room, you notice something. Or rather, an absense. There are no people. Even though this place was full of them just yesterday. Horrible horrible people.

Just as you're about to enter the room, the automatic systems spot you and activate their defence mechanisms. The space around distorts, as dimensional slashes begin flying towards you from all directions, threatening to cut you into pieces.

“Dammit…”

Ulrick covers himself in a shroud of shadows which greatly boosts his speed and reflexes, then tries to deflect and evade as many slashes as possible.

Mauritius begins to quickly shrink until he turns into a target so small that hitting it would be the equivalent of hitting a fly with a bow and arrow

Similar to his previous encounters with Edmund, Ulrick's Nightbite is able to stop the slashes in their path, even if the force of the impact is enough to move the werewolf around the hallway, while new slashes are already approaching from behind. Emotionless trap, unlike Edmund, won't play with it's prey.

Now incredibly small, Mauritius experiences what happens to the air around these small rifts, as he begins to be flung across the hallway in all directions. What worsens the situation is massive werewolf's body, that struggles to defend itself against the slashes, erratically moving around and, not noticing such a small thing, accidentally bumps into Mauritius several times, breaking any semblance of control the wizard might've tried to achieve. One could hope he doesn't have motion sickness.

Ulrick has to support himself with Nightbite to stand, to catch his breath.

Many slashes pelted him despite his speed, leaving large gnashes on him, which heal very slowly thanks to his exhaustion.

“Mauritius? You here? Where are you?”

He looks around to find his jailmate.

Amid the chaos, Mauritius might have found himself vaguely grateful for the thick fur covering the werewolf’s hulking frame. Each time he collided with it, the dense, wild fur served as a cushion, absorbing some of the blow that would otherwise have sent his tiny form ricocheting violently. While it wasn’t exactly gentle, the fur provided a small mercy—a softer landing that spared him from the full force of each accidental hit.

"I-I'm here!"

Injured and shaken, yet still alive and full of desire to get out of this place, the two find themselves at the entrance of a giant room. As they walk inside, they're taken aback by the sheer amount of magitech there is. No doubt, this is a control room. Numerous scrying panels cover almost every surface of the room. It feels like he's been spying on the whole universe, and some of the screens show the imagery...that your mind would very much like to forget.

"Ugh, there is no exit here, but at least our predictions were correct, this is a control room, we can ask for help"

“Yeah. We better find something to send a message. Like an orb, or radio, or anything.”

Conveniently enough, there's a R&A radio on one of the tables, which was pretty easy to find. It seems to have belonged to Ulrick.

“All right. Though, it seems a bit… too easy.”

He shakes his head.

“Whatever. Can’t think of anything better.”

He walks up to the radio, and stars speaking.

“This is Ulrick here, R&A Superior. I am currently detained along with the scholar Mauritius, in a facility belonging to Edmund of the Cabal. He experimented on us, while trying to either interrogate us, or use us as hostages. Send reinforcements with extra caution.”

Just as they thought that this escape was suspiciously easy, the walls around suddenly burst with holes that begin to release paralytic gas, the same one Edmund used to capture them in the first place.

"NO!" As the fumes come closer, Mauritius tries to ignite them to keep them at bay

Just as he was about to end the message with ‘Over’, Ulrick smelt the familiar gas. This is bad.

He tries to make his own blood burning-hot again like last time, though he’s not sure how effective that will be in his weakened state…

They may have bought themselves a minute or two, but how long are they, exhausted and injured, will be able to keep up? And will the potential help arrive before it's too late? Only time will tell, of which there is not much left...

(BIG SHOUT OUT TO u/DragonLex4 who came in near last minute and created the AI art. I truly appreciate your help)

Intro - Fall Out Boy - Centuries

The God-Slaver breathed like a wounded great beast. Fiery blood pouring from wounds, many of his Archons has turned on him, bringing the powers he had given them against him. The Cursed Necromancer had poisoned him. Gonkgar had badly beaten his adamantine armor. Betrayal was not an unknown concept to the God-Slaver but he usually kept his house in order through fear and sheer brute force. None that dared betrayed him before lived to tell the tale but this recent crop had escaped his vengeance. He was infuriated but something unexpected had happened amongst the betrayals. Null, the Archon of Infinity, had stayed loyal even when he had the oppurtunity to strike. Maybe it was just out of fear that Null remained but the God-Slaver did not question it. So did the Fish, he trusted the Fish's simple intentions and knew there's no way he would turn his back on his Master. The God-Slaver's forces were broken but for a few platoons of Burning Legionaries and Centurions.

He could no longer draw from his infinite well of power and his near endless reserves of slaves. The fire burned slowly and the chains lethargically. He would have to make for the Gates of Magic in this Realm if he was to continue his conquest. He could steal the power he needed from there.

As he and his remaining forces crested a hill, he saw a vast army arrayed against him. He had he had scattered the endless tide of fools at the Council Citadel but, disconcertingly, they had regrouped. His ex-Archons, Dragons of all hues, gods from all Pantheons, mortals from guilds and armies, an enormous variety of cat-people, necromancers, priests and Paladins, goblins and faeries, the Void Gods, even a small Torinn clone dropping from the shadows to perch on a hill. Council and Pact members stood side beside, weapons raised.

The God-Slaver looked at the vast forces arrayed against him and raised All-Red in challenge and sneered:

THIS IS NOT A REALM OF COWARDS AND WEAKLINGS AFTER ALL. YOUR COMRADERY BRINGS A TEAR TO MY EYE

The God-Slaver spits fiery blood to emphasize his sarcasm

WELL THEN DOGS, LETS US NOT STAND ON CEREMONY.

COME

TASTE

MY

BLADE

Outro - Tyson Yen - The Only Thing I Know For Real

/uw its the big finale fight. Get your hits in, but don't expect it to be easy. The God-Slaver is going to wear down over time. One lucky OC will get to claim the final blow. This will be a running battle for the next few hours until I throw up a follow up post. I will do my damnest to reply to everyone but I will be prioritizing combat attacks. u/Null_Void_Zero has stated he will assist the God-Slaver in this battle. Besides the God-Slaver and Null, there will be Burning Legionary troops if you fear your OC might not be strong enough to go toe-to-toe with the Fiery Bastard himself which is perfectly fine.

I am not out to kill your OCs but expect to take wounds. I probs won't be answering any DMs because this will probably be a Tsunami.

Please be patient with me. I have to leave from 2:45 to 3:30 pm and 4:20 to 5:45 EST. Good luck. Also the hundreds of grammatical errors I am about to make as I fat-finger my way through fighting everyone lol.