Whoops-a-daisy...

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Faraday
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Whoops-a-daisy...

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It was Evening of day 19 of Hallow Month of the year 532.
This day marks the founding of the Enchanters guild of Frostfall.

Hallow Month was always one of joy for the City of Frostfall and this year was no different. Celebrations erupted in and around all homes, gardens, public places and of course the Adventurer's guild. As Day 19 specifically honoured the founding of the Enchanters guild in Frostall, at a time where it along with the Battlemage's and others had settled there long ago, most of the cities populous had gathered together in groups to celebrate the founding of the Guilds. The Adventurer's Guild was typically where these groups met, as it was seen as a fitting location to allow everyone to celebrate with as many diverse people from Frostfall's rich multi cultural society as possible on this special day.

The Enchanter's Guild also was awash with good will as was to be expected. Whilst some of their number had joined the festivities in the Adventurer's Guild, some had remained behind, conducting a small celebration outside the front of their guild building, as today especially, was a day they deserved to celebrate. Many passers by would wave happily on their way past, with many stopping for a chat, a quick drink or more.

The Battlemage's Guild had secured the luck on this occassion, perhaps to ensure that the city, through their guild's offering, had as much good fortune as it could bring upon them to spread throughout the realms via its members. Many took the opportunity of good favour, if they weren't enjoying the festivities, to venture out in search of good fortune, far from the safety of the guild for the dangers of the Wilderness.

Yes, it was fair to declare that today for the Enchanters, Battlemages and the City of Frostfall in general, was indeed a joyous day.

Until it happened...

Without warning, good fortune left the Battlemages, its Guild and its members. Drinks spilled, banners fell down and those out on adventures found both sword and spell flailing wide.

Now on any normal day, even one as joyous as this, this would simply be seen as a minor inconvenience and life would go on, and indeed it did. The festivities didn't stop, with singing, dancing and other general merriment continuing as it had, albeit with some guests being a little more careful with their drinks than they were. Those out in the wilds similarly took more care with might and magic, though for the most part, things continued without hinderance.

Unfortunately, today was not like any other day.

The moment the luck left its vigil over the Battlemages, a piercing red light lit up the sky seemingly emanating from the direction of Whisperwood Forest. Within a few moments the clouds began to swirl high in the sky around it; a dark red mist coalescing into existence. Without explanation, the light disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, its source now a mystery, leaving only the dark red mist free to slowly descend toward Frostfall.

Drifting effortlessly with the evening breeze it soon found itself above the Battlemage's guild, where it then continued to settle - creeping through open windows, door cracks and even through the very bricks and mortar of the guild itself, with seemingly no escape either, as the dense red mist filled the air, filling the lungs of the people in its grasp with each breath they took.

Tyriana, being quite alarmed at this state of affairs, flung a few choice words into the mist as she grappled for her sword, but with no foe in sight to focus on and the mist slowly filling her lungs, she dropped softly to the floor, quickly falling fast asleep.

As the last of the people in the immediate vicinity crumpled to the floor in slumber, a flash of amber hue erupted from the the mist for the briefest of seconds near to where Tyriana rest peacefully on the ground. Silently, three dark hooded figures stepped out from the mist, which in turn triggered it to start to dissipate quite quickly as they did.

To the average onlooker, would any of them be here left awake to witness it were it not for the enforced slumber, they may well say that these figures appeared to move with a singular purpose. Almost gliding as they moved. The figure nearest to Tyriana bent down and rest their gloved hand over her mouth and nose for a few seconds, then nodded sagely to their companions as they saw the mist of her breath condensate briefly on their hand.

Taking the signal as an indication, the two mumbled a few arcane words and disappeared from view leaving the first behind at the entrance.

The first figure rose quickly to their feet and stretched out their hands. Rotating the left one counter clockwise, the right one clockwise whilst mumbling a few ancient syllables in an old tongue, a burning pentagram started to form in the air above them. Rapidly the flames making up the pentagram built into a fiery crescendo, the pentagram growing exponentially in size. An image of a cloaked figure with a halo fleeted briefly within the centre of the pentagram, before it fell to the ground, setting ablaze everything in its flame-filled wake.

As the fire's started to roar around Etiscauld Street, the two hooded figures emerged from the now thick black smoke, to join their arsonist companion; a large leather tome now protruding from one of their dark black satchels.

With an acknowledging nod to each other they each waved their arms, winked, and vanished in a cloud of purple smoke!

~~~~~~~

>time
It is Evening of day 19 of Hallow Month of the year 532
Marks the founding of the Enchanters guild of Frostfall.
On Earth it is 2019-01-29 16:38:24

>guildluck
You feel that the Battlemages' Guild has luck on its side...
The power of the luck is 50,200

You feel that the luck of the Battlemages' Guild has run out...
You feel that the Warlocks' Guild now has luck on its side...

>guildlog

Recent Guild Luck Purchases in Terris:
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2019-03-30 16:38:29 Faraday buys luck (1,000,201) for the Warlocks' Guild
2019-03-30 12:55:55 Salumas buys luck (100,100) for the Battlemages' Guild

>guildluck
You feel that the Warlocks' Guild has luck on its side...
The power of the luck is 950,001

You feel that the luck of the Warlocks' Guild has run out...
You feel that the Enchanters' Guild now has luck on its side...
Greatness forever shall be found, within the Warlocks' Guild.

>time
In Terris it is Evening of day 21 of Hallow Month of the year 532
On Earth it is 2019-03-30 21:41:07

A disembodied voice says 'Five hours, two minutes and thirty eight seconds of stolen luck time.'
A disembodied voice says 'Had this been a normal steal, it would have been a new record.'

>look
On Etiscauld outside the Battlemages Guild
A large guarded building sits to the northeast of you. Strange shapes
patrol the battlements and you hear the clashing of weapons from within
the walls. This guild is dedicated to the arts of weapon combat and
general magic.
There is a guarded door to the northeast
Obvious Exits: South West NorthWest SouthWest
Items here: Burning Fire Burning Fire Burning Fire
Burning Fire Burning Fire Burning Fire
Tyriana, the Warriorsorceress is offering a quest (use SHOW QUESTS)

A disembodied voice says 'Maybe next time.'
~The Fabulous One

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