As I sit here, poised with my pen and its dribbled ink, I cannot contain my joy. Even now, I remain amazed that it is finally over. Magincia is free!
Allow me to explain and, please, I beg patience, dear reader, for my hand trembles still with the excitement of all that has transpired. My handwriting is in perilous danger of becoming illegible. So I apologize if you end up spending long hours lost in the translation of what may prove to be chicken scratch, instead of my normally well-managed ink-strokes.
It has been nearly a week since Virtuebane was driven back into that most foul gate from whence he came. I apologize, also, for waiting so long to impart this triumph. As Administrator of the Republic of Magincia, I have had my hands full with the directing of our city's rebuilding and supply coordination. I am doubly glad to have been mostly prepared with supplies waiting on the mainland.
So where was I.. ahh yes.. Virtuebane was driven back... I am still somewhat surprised at the outcome of events. It was not the Sword of Humility, nor even some all-powerful incantation which drove him back through that black portal. His undoing was pie. Humble pie, to be more precise. That thief, Ricardo, had been hawking them at the drawbridge of Castle British for some time prior.. and none of us knew exactly why until then.
It was a matter of my regular routine that I happened to be in Magincia that day. I was checking the supplies in our guildhall, located on the isle. I knew the threat of the black rock golems, but I had also grown accustomed to them greeting me as I teleported in.
When I arrived, I noted with relief that there were none about. As I hurried into the basilica, I heard a gravelly roar a bit close behind me. Turning about and craning my head back to look up, I was seized with fright. Virtuebane! I thought to myself, must I face him alone? I swallowed my fear and steeled myself for what was to come. This fiend was responsible for the deaths of many Magincians, my parents included. I would not go out without a fight in their honor.
“What do you want?!” I challenged, but the beast simply roared and stared.
It was then that I chanced to look beyond the pillars to the beach outside. Words cannot express the shock of seeing a second Virtuebane chasing some poor soul across the sand without.
Had I gone mad? Had I actually seen two of them?
Quickly, I snapped from my shocked stupor as the demon brought his claws swinging down toward me. I ran out from the hall then, and when I felt myself to be a safe distance away, I summoned my ethereal steed and together we thundered across the battle-scarred plains of Magincia to determine what exactly was taking place.
Battle was being waged, and soon I recognized with great relief that my fellows from the Crux Ansata were lending their swords and spells. The strong and familiar voice of Bon Iver was calling across the battlefield, issuing tactical suggestions. I soon found myself falling in and casting my healing magic on the warriors. Together, we managed to defeat some of those beasts.
Not before long, we became face to face with the true Virtuebane. His taunting of us gave it away and so we pressed our attack on him across the field. It seemed no matter how hard we hit him, he just would not die. Then Bon Iver was shouting for us to throw pies at him. I admit, I felt a little foolish at first, but as Virtuebane began to react to the pies I knew we had found a special weakness.
Virtuebane was being humiliated and it was too much for him to handle.
He ran back toward the dark portal, vowing that he would return. Then he was gone, back to where he came from, at last. Our beloved lady knight Danica confirmed that he had gone into the gate.
Some of us had found glowing shards of the Crystal of Duplicity, she asked that they be given to her. Once she had enough of them, she used them to close that evil doorway.
“Virtuebane 's portal to our world has been destroyed. Let us hope that is the end of him. It is time for our world to move on,” The lady knight said. “Virtuebane's portal to our world has been sealed. With him on the OTHER side of it. The island may still have remnants of his forces. They must be dispatched.”
She rewarded our valiant efforts with pieces of special armor, though it wasn't necessary. Having my homeland free at last was plenty reward for me.
“Now... For those who wish, we have one more piece of business on Magincia.”
As soon as enough people had gathered, she took us to the eastern part of the island. The crystals were buried then, in a box in the soil of our isle, causing an arcane circle to appear.
“Excellent. Magincia now has it's arcane circle. Rebuilding can now begin,” Danica smiled as the cheers went around.
It's been a week now, since the day of Magincia's independence. The city has begun rebuilding efforts under the name of New Magincia.
Because the supplies had been waiting, we already have an inn, a small tavern, and even a maritime shop. Further inland, you can stroll the sandy paths and view the beginnings of future buildings and shops.
A beautiful gazebo graces the isle.
Our moongate is restored and functioning properly.
People have come from far and wide to plant seeds in the soil to help make the city lovely again. Soon, we shall hold a grand celebration that will last an entire week.
It is a time of restoration and, like the Spring, life begins anew.
Allow me to explain and, please, I beg patience, dear reader, for my hand trembles still with the excitement of all that has transpired. My handwriting is in perilous danger of becoming illegible. So I apologize if you end up spending long hours lost in the translation of what may prove to be chicken scratch, instead of my normally well-managed ink-strokes.
It has been nearly a week since Virtuebane was driven back into that most foul gate from whence he came. I apologize, also, for waiting so long to impart this triumph. As Administrator of the Republic of Magincia, I have had my hands full with the directing of our city's rebuilding and supply coordination. I am doubly glad to have been mostly prepared with supplies waiting on the mainland.
So where was I.. ahh yes.. Virtuebane was driven back... I am still somewhat surprised at the outcome of events. It was not the Sword of Humility, nor even some all-powerful incantation which drove him back through that black portal. His undoing was pie. Humble pie, to be more precise. That thief, Ricardo, had been hawking them at the drawbridge of Castle British for some time prior.. and none of us knew exactly why until then.
It was a matter of my regular routine that I happened to be in Magincia that day. I was checking the supplies in our guildhall, located on the isle. I knew the threat of the black rock golems, but I had also grown accustomed to them greeting me as I teleported in.
When I arrived, I noted with relief that there were none about. As I hurried into the basilica, I heard a gravelly roar a bit close behind me. Turning about and craning my head back to look up, I was seized with fright. Virtuebane! I thought to myself, must I face him alone? I swallowed my fear and steeled myself for what was to come. This fiend was responsible for the deaths of many Magincians, my parents included. I would not go out without a fight in their honor.
“What do you want?!” I challenged, but the beast simply roared and stared.
It was then that I chanced to look beyond the pillars to the beach outside. Words cannot express the shock of seeing a second Virtuebane chasing some poor soul across the sand without.
Had I gone mad? Had I actually seen two of them?
Quickly, I snapped from my shocked stupor as the demon brought his claws swinging down toward me. I ran out from the hall then, and when I felt myself to be a safe distance away, I summoned my ethereal steed and together we thundered across the battle-scarred plains of Magincia to determine what exactly was taking place.
Battle was being waged, and soon I recognized with great relief that my fellows from the Crux Ansata were lending their swords and spells. The strong and familiar voice of Bon Iver was calling across the battlefield, issuing tactical suggestions. I soon found myself falling in and casting my healing magic on the warriors. Together, we managed to defeat some of those beasts.
Not before long, we became face to face with the true Virtuebane. His taunting of us gave it away and so we pressed our attack on him across the field. It seemed no matter how hard we hit him, he just would not die. Then Bon Iver was shouting for us to throw pies at him. I admit, I felt a little foolish at first, but as Virtuebane began to react to the pies I knew we had found a special weakness.
Virtuebane was being humiliated and it was too much for him to handle.
He ran back toward the dark portal, vowing that he would return. Then he was gone, back to where he came from, at last. Our beloved lady knight Danica confirmed that he had gone into the gate.
Some of us had found glowing shards of the Crystal of Duplicity, she asked that they be given to her. Once she had enough of them, she used them to close that evil doorway.
“Virtuebane 's portal to our world has been destroyed. Let us hope that is the end of him. It is time for our world to move on,” The lady knight said. “Virtuebane's portal to our world has been sealed. With him on the OTHER side of it. The island may still have remnants of his forces. They must be dispatched.”
She rewarded our valiant efforts with pieces of special armor, though it wasn't necessary. Having my homeland free at last was plenty reward for me.
“Now... For those who wish, we have one more piece of business on Magincia.”
As soon as enough people had gathered, she took us to the eastern part of the island. The crystals were buried then, in a box in the soil of our isle, causing an arcane circle to appear.
“Excellent. Magincia now has it's arcane circle. Rebuilding can now begin,” Danica smiled as the cheers went around.
It's been a week now, since the day of Magincia's independence. The city has begun rebuilding efforts under the name of New Magincia.
Because the supplies had been waiting, we already have an inn, a small tavern, and even a maritime shop. Further inland, you can stroll the sandy paths and view the beginnings of future buildings and shops.
A beautiful gazebo graces the isle.
Our moongate is restored and functioning properly.
People have come from far and wide to plant seeds in the soil to help make the city lovely again. Soon, we shall hold a grand celebration that will last an entire week.
It is a time of restoration and, like the Spring, life begins anew.
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Only those who had an earlier heads up came pre-equipped with pies.