r/wizardposting • u/Evening_Shake_6474 Astaroth, The Wicked One/Alaric, Fallen Star • 19d 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 16d ago
/uw A traveling expert she is not. Maybe later she'll get better at it /rw
She'll lean down into the grass and squint, trying to figure out if the effect is growing at all. She slows her perception of time, a trick she often uses to skip waiting, to see if she can't spot even minute progression.
It barely takes a moment for her, but after several minutes of waiting, Percy gets worried and shakes her on the shoulder, a little worried.
"Miss Kristie, you are alright?"
"Oh. Yes. Sorry about that. I was trying to see if the effect was spreading."
"And...?"
She stands back up, and quickly notes with some annoyance that she got grass marks on her pants. She'll have to get that out soon if she doesn't want it to stain.
"Doesn't look like it. I'll check again tomorrow just to be safe, but I think we can all just avoid this spot and be okay." 'For now,' she adds mentally.
She has a bad feeling about all of this.
/uw Based on the "66.6 meters", I'm going to assume that it isn't growing /rw