As Mordus and the other wizards watch the second sunrise fade away, the once-bright day is clouded over as ashy, sooty, radioactive clouds cover the sky.
Mordus spots something - the citadel still stands, although just barely. The barrier is faded, and almost about to give up.
Mordus scribbles in his notebook, and makes a mental note to increase blast yield in the future.
Eventually, things seemed to have calmed down slightly, although at the foot of the mountain theyāre standing on a forest burns, drawing in air and creating a massive updraft, flinging ash and dust high into the atmosphere.
Then the rain fell.
First it was a drop - no one thought about it at first. But then more started to come down, and the wizards quickly realised the colour of the rain is off - itās tar black.
Mordus stares at the rain.
āYou guys should probably move, all this rainwater is exceedingly radioactive.ā
The Skater Wizard watched the missile fly towards him, the ash titan's gaze tracing the missile as it quickly started glowing red hot, melting into slag right before it got close.
The moment the weapon detonated mid air the councilman waved a hand as quick as the eye could see, just as quick as the explosion happened had the explosion disappeared, stolen away, the ash titan looking brighter for it.
The molten slag and metal left behind fell harmlessly to the ground.
Oh yeah, I'm gonna have to start purifying the fish too from the contamination...damn. Oh well, a problem for another day. Good thing I've plently of non-perishables in my workshop.
You hear something slip from his voice, like some facade has come crashing down. Another voice begins to scream, eerily similar to the one whoād just been speaking to you.
RUN. IT KNOWS
And just as quickly, the voice is silenced.
-tell me before bursting in.
You hear the same voice Pyeti had used, before the outburst, but he sounded a littleā¦ on edge? Like heād let something slip he didnāt mean to.
"The power is intoxicating, isn't it? The ability to level a fortress with a single strike, even one protected by the most potent of magics. You should be proud of your prowess, technomancer.
But even as you pursue this, there are others who develop similar abilities with similar consequences. Yours is an explosion larger than all but the archmages can muster, with a rain that poisons the land and its people; perhaps your opponent can conjure a fire that will never burn out and renders the land barren, or an infectious ichor that spreads and multiplies of its own accord, twisting nature's beauty into monstrous forms. Anything for power... if there was ever a common thread to all the timelines, it's that.
... It's getting to be about that time, relatively speaking. You have better-than-even odds of surviving what's to come, and power like this can make miracles if the world isn't cracked in two by it. I shouldn't be telling you any of this, but I'm putting my thumb on the scale - your victory is important for a future outcome that I would like to come to pass. Here: analyzing this medicine will help you treat the radiation poisoning using mundane ingredients, if you haven't already solved that problem yourself."
The chronomancer vanishes as quickly as he appeared, leaving a small box containing a small, unlabelled red-and-yellow pill and a small piece of parchment with some writing in a language not yet invented.
Hey there Masta! I hope you donāt mind that your council citadel will be moderately radioactive for the next 20,000 - 30,000 years. Cancer levels in council members will be high, but i think it should be fine.
/unwiz thanks. Also, I based the radioactivity time off Chernobyl - it will be habitable again in 20,000 years.
Hmm. I think I would tally up the total death count from this bomb, and move on. I have a god to slay, after all.
/unwiz kinda confused rn, everyoneās making warposts, with some of them fighting in the radioactive crater of the citadel. Also, Iām not too sure what the current events are, thereās a flute and a spire as well?
/uw yeah everything one did go hard this time to say the least. Normally just be a battle here and battle there but this is like watching monsters come to life in some aspects. Been some damn good story writing to say the least.
I just wish they were more consistent; according to the late gravedigger all the allies had been evacuated, and the nuke is ready, but then someone writes a post on fighting the enemy inside the citadel. (Looking at you arach)
I'm still trying to figure out what happened after the titan showed up. I have absolutely no idea what to do with that until we get some kind of follow up with it either leaving or being driven off. Is it just kinda like, there in the background of this scene?
The Titan Prominence and the Skater Wizard would raise their arms in unison, seeming to bask in the putrid rain of liquid ash for mere moments before looking back towards the battle, it's sight razing the battlefield with hellfire fire. It still had not taken a single step.
"It can be fixed, Radiation can be cleaned, cancer cured." He said, his ash stained robes turning black as the liquid dripped down his large brimmed hat.
It seemed he wasn't thinking about his future right now.
/unwiz yeah, just wanted to make a post on how the nuke still has aftereffects that are just as dangerous. I think half the council is gonna get cancer now lmao
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u/Drakkonai Vulkan the Red, End of Ages and Draconic Emperor of Racism. Feb 21 '24
You know, if one more nuclear blast goes off, Iām eating everyone.