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Magic in the Park

Asuras mentioned somewhere that it would be up tomorrow.

Magic in the Park

Every Asher gangsta until the US of A introduces them to the power of tactical nukes and bullion dollar military hardware.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Holy shit. I just kept scrolling. Y'all did a lotta work, eh?

Anyways, yeah, that thing slipped my mind.

Magic in the Park

Dang, Ashers bring it to Realspace?

Guess the people who jumped them was the terrorism unit then.

Magic in the Park

Wait, Est, isn't Macaron's entire family like, almost entirely wiped out? She's basically been a hobo for the last eight years.

Magic in the Park

>everyone is stunningly pretty except me
>literally five minutes of shaving after



Yeah, I dunno. I think I've seen his face before somewhere...

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Naw, think Rhinecliff would just shrug and be like “Can’t beat a dragon, after all.”

Iris Ascendis

What's the difference? kekek

Anyways, its clearly more for the three who can stand rather than the one who can't.

Iris Ascendis

Aaaand there's a post.

Anyways, if anyone actually drinks it, the potion is basically just made from opium, for the purposes of being a painkiller. Ciara herself got a stronger dose though, enough to basically turn her limbs into noodles.

Iris Ascendis

_{@Nanaya@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@AThousandCurses}

Interesting.

So one could simply walk into a Leyline Overcharge without issue? Or was this a special quality of this particular transformation into Ascendia? It was worthwhile to consider as well, whether or not a Leyline was truly being drained here, considering how...lacking the capabilities of the Umbralist proved to be, if a handful of already-fatigued students could ward off their advances. They could claim mercy, a small compassion afforded to children who knew not what they were getting into, but only the results mattered. And in this case?

The results were that they all managed to buy enough time for the Undermage to arrive. Enough, perhaps, that they could escape entirely.

Otis stood up from his chair, shooting off one last message to Nicole: "I'll bring them to the clinic."

No need to get the guards involved, not when Ciara was still an active threat in their eyes. And Davil's situation was dangerous as well, not the sort of work that first aid would benefit too greatly. The Strigidae would have preferred if Iraleth had enough strength left to simply carry and fly his roommate over, but well, no one was perfect. He set his Adapa to record the battle raging within the cathedral, made sure his gun was loaded, and finally entered the scene.

...

The Door opened, and Otis stepped out to the stairwell, his nose wrinkling slightly at the stench of blood and sweat that had seemed to congeal here. Unlike the others, he had remained spotless throughout all this, his amber eyes showing no particular strain. It had been a beneficial venture for him, after all, getting access to so much information, from the structure of the Iris Record to the capacity of its guards to the curious spellwork utilized by the Undermage to how Umbralists seemed capable of Leyline Overcharge despite how advanced and novel the technique was to the simple limits in capacity that his classmates had.

And now, though his holstered firearm was loaded, the Strigidae offered a vial each to the bloodied students. It was a dark liquid, a crafted potion that smelled bitter.

"Drink. It'll help with the pain and the adrenal dump. I'll bring you four to the hospital proper."

A screen of light illuminated the dark stairwell; in the corner of his eye, Otis was still watching the frenzied battle between Umbralist and Undermage.