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Note: The following will take place on April 25th or 26th.
WHO: Everybody who wants to save the City!
DM: Fateful Encounter
WHEN: APRIL 26, 1PM Pacific
The Sinister Trickster smiled. It had been too long since the Right Hands had known the sting of his machinations. He had felled a few on the way to the skies above the City, but the number would pale soon.
It was time.
He cupped his hands together and breathed out pure magic. From his hands, simulacra sprouted forth one by one, floating, flying imitations of his own form. Soon there were dozens. Hundreds. He ordered them forth, but did not join them. Not yet. He needed to wish his beloved good luck.
It was time.
He cupped his hands together and breathed out pure magic. From his hands, simulacra sprouted forth one by one, floating, flying imitations of his own form. Soon there were dozens. Hundreds. He ordered them forth, but did not join them. Not yet. He needed to wish his beloved good luck.
Severax smiled. Above him, he saw the Trickster's simulacra soar forth from the clouds, dotting the city's skyline in magic. He watched as the remaining Right Hands in the City flew up to meet the interlopers, preparing themselves for war.
It was time.
He landed on the City with his disciples. The chaos had already begun. The peasantry streamed into the city streets, frantic to find safety where none was to be found. He had prepared well. Wearing their old robes, they were indistinguishable from the City's own defenders. No one would bar their way. No one could stop them.
It was time.
He landed on the City with his disciples. The chaos had already begun. The peasantry streamed into the city streets, frantic to find safety where none was to be found. He had prepared well. Wearing their old robes, they were indistinguishable from the City's own defenders. No one would bar their way. No one could stop them.
Edaphriel smiled. She stood alone, atop the cliff overlooking the Legion Barracks at the Sunderer's Gate. The Helmites were still at the Port. The Scholii had long since been compelled to her side. And the Right Hands were busying themselves walking into a trap.
It was time.
She snapped her fingers and watched from afar as Legionnaire after Legionnaire, one by one, each and every soldier guarding the Gate turned to face her. She watched as they fell to their knees, prostrating themselves before her. She smiled, mouth opened wide, tasting impending victory.
It was time.
She snapped her fingers and watched from afar as Legionnaire after Legionnaire, one by one, each and every soldier guarding the Gate turned to face her. She watched as they fell to their knees, prostrating themselves before her. She smiled, mouth opened wide, tasting impending victory.
DM: Fateful Encounter
WHEN: APRIL 26, 1PM Pacific
I'm diggin' the whole World War Z-esque plot going on here.
Unless there are more people who prefer otherwise, this will happen as proposed on Sunday, 1PM Pacific!
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