Post by Admin on Mar 11, 2013 10:18:27 GMT -5
Swirls of Magic
A very small hushed word and the winds begin to stir. The wind flows over the Dragon Spine mountains as large groups of trolls seem to be feeding of hundreds of dead trolls as they are getting plinked by dwarven crossbow wielders all wearing the insignia of Stone Helm. The dwarves seem to be faring better than they had been as there seems to be many less troll than there were before. It seems with a bit more push they might be able to retake their homes.
The wind shifts and in an open field orcs can be seen reassembling what huge wyvern bones and shamans can be seen chanting magic and the bones are beginning to take shape again as a bony wyvern. And as each piece gets added in the orcs seem to be working themselves into greater frenzies as they all have the look of battle lust.
The wind shifts again and lightly touches a swirling pool of colored energy as it dips into the pool the wind becomes much more forceful and eyes appear in the swirling misty winds along with a mouth that silently cries out. It pulls up and beings to blink. It looks at the pool and then breaks into thousands of small breezes.
Those breezes rush out into every direction as speed off as it slams into a hobbling smoking a pipe. The hobbling wordlessly cries out and his back arches and you can hear his bones snap and crackle and his skin splits apart and in his place a Half Orge is seen covered in blood and twitchy and panting hard. The breezes shift about and the view swings to another breeze that hits a Sarr in the middle of practicing some sword katas when a breeze strikes her in the chest. She soundlessly screams and her back arches and all of her fur falls off in clumps and patches and she blinks in utter surprise as she looks at her pink skin. And the view shifts again this time to hundreds of breezes striking all sorts of different races with different effects. Some the breeze strikes and it doesn’t appear to affect them at all but a lot of varied races all seem to be losing their fur or scales or beards and looking like regular humans.
Your view shifts again and you can see winged creatures looking on all the happenings. Your eyes sting for a bit and then a lot more creatures shift into view. From brown skinned and long nose to wide mouth grinning creatures with deep red caps, to tall creatures covered in vines with antlers coming out of their heads appear. Some of them look on in horror and shock and others look on with smiles and glee.
You then see a small group of both folk and fades dancing in a large mushroom circle chanting over and over again.
“They got what they wished”
“They got what they wanted”
“They whined and whinnied”
“They wanted no boundaries”
“They wanted no Price”
“Now they must make the ultimate sacrifice!”
The longer they chant the more colored the pool becomes and the faster the breezes that touch it spring out and slam into creatures from all over Tyra. Then out of the corner of your eye you see a couple of the folk wink at each other and begin to weave baskets made of grass and put candies of all sorts into them and hand them to squirrels and bunnies and they rush off and being hiding them all over the land at least one basket per person touched by the breeze.
What does this all mean? Come find out for yourself at the Next Nero Kalamazoo event “The Swirls of Magic!”
Don’t miss it as it will be an event to remember! Remember to get those IBGA’s in. And bring your friends this is an awesome event for new players! It will be one to remember. Unless of course you don’t like huge prop monsters and fantastic adventures!
Can’t wait to see you all at our next event !!!!
A very small hushed word and the winds begin to stir. The wind flows over the Dragon Spine mountains as large groups of trolls seem to be feeding of hundreds of dead trolls as they are getting plinked by dwarven crossbow wielders all wearing the insignia of Stone Helm. The dwarves seem to be faring better than they had been as there seems to be many less troll than there were before. It seems with a bit more push they might be able to retake their homes.
The wind shifts and in an open field orcs can be seen reassembling what huge wyvern bones and shamans can be seen chanting magic and the bones are beginning to take shape again as a bony wyvern. And as each piece gets added in the orcs seem to be working themselves into greater frenzies as they all have the look of battle lust.
The wind shifts again and lightly touches a swirling pool of colored energy as it dips into the pool the wind becomes much more forceful and eyes appear in the swirling misty winds along with a mouth that silently cries out. It pulls up and beings to blink. It looks at the pool and then breaks into thousands of small breezes.
Those breezes rush out into every direction as speed off as it slams into a hobbling smoking a pipe. The hobbling wordlessly cries out and his back arches and you can hear his bones snap and crackle and his skin splits apart and in his place a Half Orge is seen covered in blood and twitchy and panting hard. The breezes shift about and the view swings to another breeze that hits a Sarr in the middle of practicing some sword katas when a breeze strikes her in the chest. She soundlessly screams and her back arches and all of her fur falls off in clumps and patches and she blinks in utter surprise as she looks at her pink skin. And the view shifts again this time to hundreds of breezes striking all sorts of different races with different effects. Some the breeze strikes and it doesn’t appear to affect them at all but a lot of varied races all seem to be losing their fur or scales or beards and looking like regular humans.
Your view shifts again and you can see winged creatures looking on all the happenings. Your eyes sting for a bit and then a lot more creatures shift into view. From brown skinned and long nose to wide mouth grinning creatures with deep red caps, to tall creatures covered in vines with antlers coming out of their heads appear. Some of them look on in horror and shock and others look on with smiles and glee.
You then see a small group of both folk and fades dancing in a large mushroom circle chanting over and over again.
“They got what they wished”
“They got what they wanted”
“They whined and whinnied”
“They wanted no boundaries”
“They wanted no Price”
“Now they must make the ultimate sacrifice!”
The longer they chant the more colored the pool becomes and the faster the breezes that touch it spring out and slam into creatures from all over Tyra. Then out of the corner of your eye you see a couple of the folk wink at each other and begin to weave baskets made of grass and put candies of all sorts into them and hand them to squirrels and bunnies and they rush off and being hiding them all over the land at least one basket per person touched by the breeze.
What does this all mean? Come find out for yourself at the Next Nero Kalamazoo event “The Swirls of Magic!”
Don’t miss it as it will be an event to remember! Remember to get those IBGA’s in. And bring your friends this is an awesome event for new players! It will be one to remember. Unless of course you don’t like huge prop monsters and fantastic adventures!
Can’t wait to see you all at our next event !!!!
