Not him. Anything but him. Arcana could only stand to look at the rotted face of her late husband so many times. Yet now here she finds herself face to face with the litch once more. He hardly even ac... View MoreNot him. Anything but him. Arcana could only stand to look at the rotted face of her late husband so many times. Yet now here she finds herself face to face with the litch once more. He hardly even acknowledges her when she arrives at the scene. Jonathan's servants keep a cordon around their master as he shouts his challenge throughout the streets of Las Pegasus.
"Unicorn Killer! Come out! Face me!"
As Jonathan roams the streets with his mob of undead, Arcana trails him, and reports his position to dispatch to help organize evacuations in his route. She'd already found two officers tied up next to their squad car. She didn't want to risk anything worse happening to someone else. Arcana begins to cast sending to call her team members for backup when a voice breaks her concentration.
"I'm here litch. What are you screaming about?"
When Arcana turns to see who's spoken, she's frozen with an unnatural fear. For the first time in her life, Arcana sees him. The man she'd been tracking for her whole career. The man who'd killed countless innocents. The man who took her husband from her. The Unicorn Killer.
She can hardly hear what the two stallions say to each other, but she averts her eyes, and attempts to cast sending to Buffley once more.
'Buffely. He's here. I need backup on 14th and Broad.'
The response is swift.
'We're on our way. Avoid direct confrontation until we get there.'
Arcana's focus is ripped away from the message as the air in front of her is lit by near-blinding lights. 4 rays of pure radiant energy tear through Jonathan's servants, and bathe the necromance in light. This is bad. VERY bad. Arcana radios to dispatch to evacuate the area within 3 miles of the site. A duel among powerful casters was not to be underestimated. #rp
It had been so long since Jonathan Mithrum had walked the streets Las Pegasus. He'd forgotten all about just how bright the city could get. After spending so long in the dark, it took time for his eye... View MoreIt had been so long since Jonathan Mithrum had walked the streets Las Pegasus. He'd forgotten all about just how bright the city could get. After spending so long in the dark, it took time for his eyes to adjust. He believed his eyes would likely be in pain if it wasn't for his current condition.
Behind Jonathan shambled a crowd of undead. Some possibly hundreds of years passed, and others far more recent. He could hear the panic of the city's denizens long before he saw them. It was only natural. After all, it wasn't a common occurrence for a litch to lead his army personally. Though they didn't know it, they needn't worry. He wasn't here to take over, or enslave. No. He had a far less sinister goal in mind.
Jonathan watches as a police squad car pulls up a block away from his procession. He lifts a hoof, and his servants lurch forwards towards the poor officers. Shots ring out, and 2 of his servants fall, but the others are able to reach the car. After desperate struggling by the two officers Jonathan's undead servants manage to disarm the officers, and render them unconscious. The two are then tied up, and left by their car. There would be others to pick them up later. For now, Jonathan had much bigger things to deal with. Namely, the bastard who took his life. #rp
Ever since her sudden return to the Material Plane Dreaming Aegis had been kept almost exclusively in the library her team used as a base of operations. Today was different. For the first time in mont... View MoreEver since her sudden return to the Material Plane Dreaming Aegis had been kept almost exclusively in the library her team used as a base of operations. Today was different. For the first time in months Aegis was back out on the streets running patrols. Her team mates were busy tracking down a serial killer, and out of the team she was the best suited to respond to emergency situations.
While passing by a crowded casino Aegis' radio crackles to life to inform her of a rapidly developing situation in another casino 4 blocks away. She informs the dispatcher of her location, and that she'll be responding to the call. She arrives rather quickly to find a blockade set up around said casino by police units. Before she can even ask about the situation a Sargent approaches her. "Sargent. We've got a rapidly developing hostage situation on our hands. Four suspects have taken around 40 civilians hostage in a vault inside the building. Through communication we figure they can see us from inside the vault. Possibly through security cameras."
Aegis gives a simple nod, but she's not so sure about the security camera idea. She approaches the building, stopping 20 feet from the entrance. A negotiator calls out to her from behind a squad car. The suspects know she's making her way towards the building. Any closer, and they'll kill a civilian. Aegis calmly kneels as she begins to cast a spell. The negotiator once again calls out to warn her, but she doesn't respond. Instead Aegis stands after 30 seconds, and backs away from the casino. She'd cast Detect Magic, and from what she'd seen there was divination magic surrounding the whole casino. So the suspects were scrying on them hm? A simple fix. After returning to the blockade Aegis shares her finding with the other Sargent.
Upon the arrival of a tactical team Aegis gathers them together, and casts nondetection on the team, as well as herself. Now the suspects wouldn't be able to scry on them. To test if the spell worked Aegis walks up to the front door. No warning from the negotiator. She then motions to the team to prepare. Once they were ready, they'd be entering the building. #rp
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The sound of the grandfather clock has been distracting Arcana for quite some time now. She's been trying to study in the RMRT's library for a few hours now, but her mind kee... View MoreTick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The sound of the grandfather clock has been distracting Arcana for quite some time now. She's been trying to study in the RMRT's library for a few hours now, but her mind keeps wandering off to the ticking. Maybe she's just tired. After all, it's been a long few months. When you're dealing with cults, litches, and magical serial killers all at once people tend to get tired, and stressed. Her team really needed a vacation, but that clearly wouldn't be happening any time soon.
Gah. If only she could stop focusing on the grandfather clock, and finish her studies.
Tick. Tock. Tock. Tock.
Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.
TickTockTickTock.
Arcana looks up from her book. She swears the clock is starting to tick faster. She listens to the clock as it continues to speed up. She's not sure how long it takes before the bells begin to chime. The clock dings twelve despite it only being 10 PM. On the twelfth chime, the window to the inner workings of the clock opens to reveal a landscape made almost entirely of clockwork. Arcana rubs her eyes. Surely this can't be real.
A hoof emerges from the grandfather clock. Out steps a mare. A large gear hovers above her back, and she emits a noticeable ticking sound. Once she's fully through the clock the landscape fades, as well as the ticking, and gear.
Arcana is stunned. "Aegis?"
"I'm sorry I was gone for so long Master Mithrum. I hope my absence hasn't caused any trouble."
"An average of 235 creatures are killed every year because of improper wand, and staff usage. Please do not add to that statistic by trying to break, or dismantle any wand, or staff you find. It WILL ... View More"An average of 235 creatures are killed every year because of improper wand, and staff usage. Please do not add to that statistic by trying to break, or dismantle any wand, or staff you find. It WILL explode, and you, and anything within 10-300 feet of you are not likely to survive."
Arcana's nightly patrols had been getting more and more mundane as the nights went on. No attacks from the Unicorn Killer, and no evidence to suggest he was planning something big. The Children of the... View MoreArcana's nightly patrols had been getting more and more mundane as the nights went on. No attacks from the Unicorn Killer, and no evidence to suggest he was planning something big. The Children of the Archangel dissolved after their figurehead 'ascended to the heavens', and their leaders willingly turned themselves in. Supposedly their figurehead was disgusted with their actions for an unknown reason. Now every night was just Arcana looking for drunken spell slinging unicorns.
When she saw a stallion having a mental breakdown under a street lamp she almost assumed he was under the influence. The red eyes, and constant stream of tears she saw when he looked up at her said otherwise. The man stumbles over to Arcana, and nearly collapses onto her. His speech is drowned underneath a series of sobs, and wails. "My wife! They took my wife!" Arcana speaks firmly, but does not demand. "Sir. I need you to calm down ever so slightly, and elaborate for me. Who took your wife, and where have they taken her?" The man screams, trying his best to be clear. "The zombies! They took her down Hallaway Street!" Arcana blinks twice. Was this some sort of October joke? If so, he was being very convincing. "The.. zombies?" The man's screams slowly return to sobs. "Yes! They took her! They're going to kill my wife! Please!" Arcana rests a hoof on the man's shoulder. "Don't worry sir. I'll go check it out."
Arcana notifies dispatch of the stallion so an ambulance can pick him up, and heads west to Hallaway Street. It doesn't take long before she can hear screams. "NO! LET ME GO! HELP!" A mare screams in desperation. Arcana can't hear any sort of struggling from her current location. She begins to sprint, taking a sharp left onto Hallaway street. She sees a few figures standing in front of another. 4 appear to be pinning the screaming mare to the street, with the 5th figure dressed in fine robes holding a spellbook in the air. She can see bits of the figure's skull barely holding pockets of old flesh. "Do not be afraid. I do not wish to harm you. I'm going to free you from your fear of mortality." The figure speaks softly, but his voice is decrepit, and ghastly.
Arcana prepares a spell, and shouts. "Halt! Las Pegasus Police!" This elicits screams for help from the mare on the ground. The robed figure pauses, and turns. His one eye swiveling to meet Arana's two. The visage sends a chill down Arcana's spine. She'd heard the stories of litches before, but never had she thought she'd see one in person. The litch almost seems to smile.
"Ah, Arcana my sweet. We can finally be re-united."
Heggan was certain he was listening to the ramblings of a madman. The unicorn standing behind the pulpit in the front of the building was supposed to be welcoming him, and the 32 other ponies in the b... View MoreHeggan was certain he was listening to the ramblings of a madman. The unicorn standing behind the pulpit in the front of the building was supposed to be welcoming him, and the 32 other ponies in the building to their 'program' for 'spiritual rehabilitation.' Heggan had heard of the program through a friend who was a part of it. He'd told him it was an eye opening experience, and that he'd come out of the program a new man.
The incessant rambling of the 'preacher' was starting to make Heggan think otherwise.
"Lo! Through him your soul will be set free! Free from the bindings of society! Free from the burdens of life! You will be reborn in his image! The Archangel will show you your true self!"
Yep. This guy was nuts, and if he didn't think so now what was about to happen would certainly change his mind.
Multiple doors into the building open at the same time. Groups of ponies wearing body armor, and black uniforms rush into the buildings with weapons raised. "Police!" They bark. "Put your hooves up, and get on the ground!" Most of the confused newbies are quick to comply. Others attempt to flee, only to be caught by the officers. The preacher stands defiant for a moment, but when a rifle is aimed at his chest he quickly cowers, and surrenders.
One building down. Only 7 more, and 3 whole sub levels to go.
Voices echo through the library that functions as the RMRT's office. Sitting at one of the large rectangular tables are 5 unicorns. Buffley, and Augury sit on one side while a set of three unicorns si... View MoreVoices echo through the library that functions as the RMRT's office. Sitting at one of the large rectangular tables are 5 unicorns. Buffley, and Augury sit on one side while a set of three unicorns sits across from them. Arcana stands at the head of the table using an illusion projector to project an image of an expansive compound in a desert.
"Our target is the head of the so called 'Children of the Archangel.' She is considered to be highly skilled in the arcane arts, and is suspected to have potential ties with an otherworldly patron. This means we may possibly be dealing with a warlock, and not a wizard." The illusion changes to display a blurry photo of a mare dressed in a fine cloak.
"The target is suspected to reside in the third sub-level of the facility. Undercover agents claim each level of the facility corresponds to a level of arcane proficiency those who dwell within it possess. Police units will aid in the initial infiltration of the ground level of the facility. Tactical teams will aid us in the first sub-level, but after that we're on our own." Arcana looks to the three new unicorns before speaking again. "Once we clear the second sub-level you three will contact tactical teams to help secure the sub-level, and escort suspects to the surface. The RMRT will enter the third sub-level alone." Arcana pauses for a moment before asking "Are there any questions?"
One of the three unicorns speaks up. He's an artificer, with a mechanical front right leg. "Yeah. Why just you guys after the second sub-level?" Arcana responds "You were sent to us by the Society to Protect Magic, but you are not certified police officers. The inherent risk of loosing three of Equestria's best spell casters that are not alicorns is too great to allow you to accompany us to the lowest sub-level."
The second newcomer, a female divination wizard, then speaks. "Are you sure it will be safe to go in by yourselves?" Arcana shakes her head. "It's quite possible there will be other casters just as skilled as our target in the third sub-level. More than likely we will not be able to avoid casualties." The third speaks up. The paladin in his heavy armor nearly springs up from his seat. "Please allow us to aid you further! Our assistance could only increase the chances of success!"
"And possibly lead to the loss of greatly powerful, and influential casters. Without you, Equestria would suffer. I assure you my team is more than capable of carrying out our task." The room falls silent. After some time Arcana dismisses the meeting.
"We'll meet back here in three days. We'll set out to the compound then."
As the paladin stands he clutches his holy symbol, and mutters a prayer.
"May Pholtus' light guide us."
At last. He has done it. His entire life's work, culminating in his grand, crowning achievement. Jonathan Mithrum had attained immortality. Unstable, and still subject to necrosis, and decay, but immo... View MoreAt last. He has done it. His entire life's work, culminating in his grand, crowning achievement. Jonathan Mithrum had attained immortality. Unstable, and still subject to necrosis, and decay, but immortality none the less. Jonathan's decrepit eyes swerve back and forth inside of his skull. What remains of his fur patches over his right eye, and jaw. The rest has fallen off, or decayed. He is pleased with himself.
His body still wears the robes he wore before he had died. Scorched, tattered, and barely holding together. It was time for a new robe. Though Jonathan couldn't just go out and buy new robes. No one was going to let a Litch into their store. Let alone into any populated area. So, Jonathan sends a familiar out to fetch him a new robe. One it returned, Jonathan's work would begin.
Arcana slowly rouses to lift her head. With her drowsy eyes Arcana surveys her surroundings. Row after row of book cases filled with books, and tomes. A large rectangular table of which she's sitting ... View MoreArcana slowly rouses to lift her head. With her drowsy eyes Arcana surveys her surroundings. Row after row of book cases filled with books, and tomes. A large rectangular table of which she's sitting at, and a roof made to look like the Aurora Boriallis in the night sky. She's in the library, but how? Just a minute ago Arcana swears she was at Fortune Square responding to an attack. The open book in front of her gave her an idea. She must have passed out, and been dreaming.
The sound of hooves against the library's wooden floor quickly draws Arcana's attention elsewhere. After rubbing her eyes Asuka can see Dreaming Aegis pacing back and forth in front of the Divination section. Her mane is unkempt, there are bags under her eyes, and she seems to be shaking quite a bit. Arcana forces herself onto her hooves, and begins to approach the Abjurer.
"Journeyman." Arcana speaks. "Journeyman?" Aegis continues to pace. "Journeyman Aegis!" Nothing. "Aegis!" Arcana's final shout catches the abjurers attention. She quickly turns towards Arcana, and hurriedly shuffles over. "Arcana! They're coming!" Arcana's face contorts. "What? Who's coming Journeyman?" The abjurer continues to shout frantically. "Them! The mechanical ones!" Arcana has no idea how to react.
The library is filled with Aegis' voice as she begins to scream. "I'VE TOILED IN THE DOMAIN OF A GOD ARCANA! I WENT WHERE I SHOULDN'T HAVE, AND IT SAW ME! IT SAW ME! I RAN, AND HID, BUT IT'S FOUND ME!" Aegis' screaming rapidly becomes incoherent. Arcana wants to do something, but she's still processing all of this information.
Then she sees it. A small metallic object, no larger than a basketball peering from behind a bookcase. It's watching them with it's one eye. Once Aegis spots the creature her screaming ceases. "It's here." Arcana steps forwards only for a second mechanical figure to appear from behind the bookcase. This one is the shape of a square, and is twice the size of the first figure. It has four limbs, two human-like eyes, and an unnervingly large mouth. "It's time to go."
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