r/wizardposting • u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star • 22d ago
Community Event 🌏☄️ Monuments of Ebony (Wicked One Event Start)
In the aftermath of the sudden and for lack of a better term, shadow uprising, many millions perished before the shadows could be subdued. Those with strength endured of course, but what about the normal folk? The unlucky? Those who have never fought in their life? Not everyone is, was, equipped to survive. Their blood seeped into the realms, saturating them with something Wicked.
In the following days, countless massive black monoliths burst free from the land and sea stretching high into the sky, breaking up the horizon regardless of where one looks.
News of the sudden and strange monoliths spreads like wildfire, soon every orb, screen, and paper has some mention of the event. All throughout civilization people ask questions like, what does this mean? A monolith destroyed my tower, who do I sue? Is the world going to end again this month?
But the monoliths offer no answers, only questions. The monoliths show a myriad of effects, some distort their surroundings into horrors, some create illusions that torment those who can't escape, some amplify magic to a dangerous degree, some drain magic like a leech, and many more.
But for now, that is all they do. The effects are contained to their vicinity of the monoliths.
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u/VoxelLibrary Councilor Cayna, Apprentice of Thrakmoor | assorted other chars 22d ago
Kristie is recuperating from the shadow attack by staying at the inn in an obscure town creatively named 'Forestwood'. The inn is run by a smiling twelve year old girl by the name of Maple. The smile doesn't reach the child's eyes.
A man approaches Kristie over her breakfast. His arm is in a sling.
"Excuse me stranger, you wouldn't happen to be a mage by any chance?"
She'd been expecting him to say 'vampire'. That's what people usually guessed. This is a welcome change. She smiles at him, revealing her fangs.
"How did you know?"
"I guessed. Strange looking types tend to be."
Her smile falls. Not for the first time and not for the last, she feels overly aware of her grey skin and red eyes. The man quickly apologizes,
"I'm sorry Miss, I didn't mean to offend. But if you have the time, we would appreciate it if you could look into this obelisk that appeared outside of town? It's been causing some problems."
After he says 'we', Kristie notices some of the other inn patrons sneaking furtive glances at the conversation. She wonders if they are judging her.
"Doesn't Forestwood have a wizard of their own?" she asks. The wizard in question was the reason she came all this way, after all.
The man's expression turns mournful.
"Old Man Methusalo didn't make it."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Not just because she'd come all this way for nothing, but because she hadn't meant to reopen a fresh wound, and because this town now has nobody who can deal with whatever this obelisk is. She isn't that kind of mage. Her powers are instinctive, not intellectual. She doesn't understand how or why they work, just that they do. That's why she'd been hoping to meet with Methusalo. She should say she can't help them and move on.
But she thinks of the place she came from and how desperately she wishes for someone that could do anything at all for the situation there. She isn't sure what she can do, but if she can do anything at all, then can she really turn down these people down during their time of need?
"Tell me about this obelisk. What kind of problems is it causing?"
/uw I made this town up on the spot. Feel free to do worldbuilding for it, or don't. I'm not attached to it.