the sky is falling.

[baedalites]

Who: Everyone.
What: Part two begins.
When: Evening, a few hours before the end of the 24-hour siege period.
Notes: Feel free to thread in comments here or make your own posts! NPC your own monsters, team up in locations anywhere you like, and feel free to plot things at the plotting post, which has the relevant details. Remember that this is city-wide, so you are free to do what you like with locations.

Just after dark, the air of Baedal seems to change. While it was tense before, with the stand-off in Mafaton, a new kind of electrical energy begins to spread through the city, leaking from the sky itself. The horizon is clear tonight, even starry where the city lights don't obscure the view, but soon enough it begins to blur with color, and at an alarmingly rapid pace. Bright streaks of pink and green begin to spiral across the sky, in an approximation of the auroras, though it is much nearer and brighter than any common demonstration of an aurora should be. The geomagnetic storm swirls and dances, initially beautiful, but its intensity is ominous.

It's also growing. Most geomagnetic storms stay to one corner, but this spreads across the entire sky, green-purple-pink-red illuminated and inching further into the dark, leaving the city of Baedal tinted with a dim, eerie glow. This continues for about a half an hour, until that tension reaches its breaking point.

The magical boundaries holding Mafaton crack and then completely shatter. It is audible, and the backlash sends flying many of the Candlelighters trying frantically to preserve the borders of their siege. A few of them are killed by the backlash of their spell's combustion, but more are simply shaken; having one's magic work so thoroughly broken is not a pleasant experience. The sound covers another tearing, this time a metaphysical one that rips the heavens open in places the common eye can't see. Those whose vision allows them to observe different layers of reality will notice, but others will only see the incoming flood of creatures from other universes.

One siege has ended, but another has just begun, and this time, it's not just Mafaton at risk.

Comments

[studious_snake]

Jay watched the bloody fight in awe and horror, amazed by the ferocity of the skeleton creature and glad that he hadn't tried to face it himself, as he doubted he'd have survived such an attack, but also surprised by the ferocity of his savior, and her incredible ability to recover from things that would have probably killed him. Like the loss of an arm.

His stomach knotted up when he saw the blood drip to the ground, certain she was going to die, and he was going to be left relying on the skeletal dragon's inability to notice him for his survival, but she didn't. Not only didn't she die, she managed to destroy the dragon, then put herself back together.

In awe, he slithered out, shifting at that point so his upper half was somewhat human, though his lower half remained entirely serpentine.

"Those abilities must be amazingly useful! I'd likely have died if I'd tried to fight that thing. There's not much I can do against the undead."

[23rd]

Laura glances over at him supremely calmly in the face of the fact that one of her arms is severed and she's talking to a half-snake-man. Welcome to Baedal, shit's weird. "Remove the head." That's her best advice, yes. Beheading tends to kill everything. Tends to, because some of these damn things are doggedly persistent and keep reanimating. She's starting to learn when it's wise to go fetch a magic-user. "Can you use a sword?"

No, Laura, most people don't just happen to know how to use deadly weapons.

[studious_snake]

Looking at her severed arm was disturbing, but after what he'd seen with the healing hole before, he wasn't too worried about it since he was sure it would heal, especially since she seemed so calm about the whole situation.

"I'm not sure I can remove the head, and I know I can't use a sword."

The only way he knew how to fight was to strike and bite, like a snake. It was only by his serpentine instincts and venom that he could do anything against any opponent at all, since learning to fight had never been necessary in his life.