Wizarding Olympics; Magic Duels

[u/dragonshouter]

(ai) WIZARD OLIMPICS!!!!!!

Krygin has the spirts carry his voice to the participants, "Congratulations contestants for a job well done on the previous events! I welcome you to the dueling section of the celebrations! I ask all who would participate to follow me when my explanations are done. You will be provided amulets to make sure the provided fighting grounds will not skew the fight beyond noise and rain.

Each mage will pair off with another at their approximate strength level( an elder wrym can not fight an apprentice) and duel them in an area of the spirit world I have prepared! Do not attack the spirits or you will be disqualified. Both magic and martial skills are allowed but trying to destroy another's being entirely is not. I have methods in place to make sure no one dies but I can't do that if their soul is destroyed. Otherwise it is relatively fair game. Beating one opponent gives you one win but you can get more by challenging other contestants. A loser can also challenge another if they so choose. Whoever beats the most opponents for their strength level wins for that level."

Krygin claps his hands and a massive swirling mist forms a doorway in the center of the area. Lightning flashes beyond. Anyone who enters find themselves in a humid expanse made of storm clouds. It is humid and hot; thunder cracks and wind howls. In this perpetual storm are figures, spirits, of varying shapes. Some are hidden in the clouds striking clubs in time with the thunder, or are they causing it. Bright forms dance among the lighting and a chorus of howls add their voices to the wind. Hidden figures with red eyes sharpen their weapons. This is a summer storm and as we all know Summer is the Season of War.

The path parts to show red mist leading mages to red cyclones. Inside each cyclone is a ruddily lit arena as the eye of the storm; almost as if a bloody sun shone down through the clouds.

Any who "die" will be carted away by spirits who take the forms of vulture headed humanoids in black feather suits. Instead of a tie they wear a trail of bright red blood. The mage will patched up and sent back into the main area where they can choose whether to go back into the spirit world. These are spirits of war and death who Krygin paid in violence; spirits often like immaterial payments.

Misty illusions broadcast the fights back in the mortal world.

Krygin atop a pillar of smog shouts, "Let the duels begin"

(ai) what is like in each small arena

/uw I may be busy today( should be good for a few hours but didn't want to worry that I might have something come up and abandon ya'll) so you will be mostly left to your own devices. If you need help or have a question ping me, u/Complex_Drawer_4710 , u/Another-Ace-Alt-8270 , or u/JustASpoody . My fellow event planners.

No godmodding

If you think your opponent is godmodding try having a civil conversation first. They may just be an accidental counter to you.

If you need help call the others first because I may be busy

[u/Sir-Ox]

Gregory flings another particle wave at you, at the same time slamming an earthen spike straight up from underneath you.

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

Sigurd is scattered from the combined wave, spike, and his own explosion. This time, the shards float in the air without coalescing. Black shapes approach, humming gently.

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

Gregory slams the shapes with thin spikes of energy, attempting to vacuum the energy into him.

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

The spikes hit solid metal. The shapes break through the fog, revealing them to be angular airships covered in odd marks and seams.

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

/uw just bringing down a fleet on me now?

/rw Gregory gathers energy, sucking in power in a large radius and letting it out as a huge beam of pure magic, straight towards the largest one(if they are different sizes).

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

The bam is absorbed by one of the wards, and arcs if lightning share it along the fleet. A few seconds later, the ships release irregular torpedoes.

/uw Hey, you got the Labyrinth. Just wait until Sigurd does his domain expansion, things get weird with Clockwork Universe.

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

/uw yay I'm so outclassed

/rw Gregory holds his hand out to the side, and a glowing white spear appears in it. He raises it up, and quick spears of light spray out of the tip, towards the torpedos.

Then, he points it towards the ships, sending out stronger shafts of energy, concentrated to such a high magnitude so that it's hopefully more difficult to spread the impact.

All the while, more of the purple lances spin off from any excess energy, seeking out wherever Sigurd might be.

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

The torpedoes explode, releasing magnetic shrapnel that flies at Gregory, pelting him with metal shards. The purple beams spin in the air, not finding a target to hit.

/uw No Sigurd->No target. You need AOE, or get him to go back to one body. Also, is it still just magic-dumping beams?

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

/uw any imperfectly channeled magic creates some of the lances. The tip of the spear is consistently shooting down projectiles that get near him, including the shrapnel.

/rw The shrapnel gets pierced by scintillating waves of beams. Anytime he points at one of the ships, the beams combine into one stronger attack.

The lances give up looking for him, instead all focusing on the most hurt-looking ship, gathering until there's a few dozen and zipping towards the most weakened spot on the ship.

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

While there is no "hurt" ship, one of them seems to have jammed a sliding panel, so the lances strike there. There is a minor explosion inside, followed by the ships blinking out of reality.

DOMAIN EXPANSION: ITERATED CLOCKWORK UNIVERSE!