- Event Info:
It was a relatively quiet day for Johann von Weiss, one of the three Vice Presidents to the West Fiore Trading Company on Tolgalen. Since the CEO had helped in taking some measures to ensure that paperwork would be dealt with more ... efficiently in the future, and so now even Johann who would normally be flooded with all manners of forms, letters and other forms of paper work to sign, stamp or write, had a surprising amount of spare time recently, which the man started using to experiment with some of his relatively new found powers, more specifically, the enormous understanding of runes and the arts connected to them. Deciphering them, inscribing them, manipulating them to his will using the flow of magic was a simple task for the man, but he went deeper, starting to play around with the runes that covered his body since his awakening, altering the effects they had on his physical form and changing things such as strength, speed, reactions et cetera all while gradually deepening his knowledge of runes greatly. So much so in fact that he started to notice the patterns on the items he had retrieved from his trip back to Amber Island, the place he had called his home until the events of a day that would shape his existence to this day. One of them, and intricately decorated blue rapier covered with both dark black and purple as well as white runes seemed to contain not just a blessing, but also a curse. The other one, the small silver amulet on a chain with a small runed amber in it's middle seemed to contain a seal of sort, though the old man hadn't figured out what exactly it was and how it could be used.
Thus he spent his days, including this one, sitting in the comfortable leather seat before his desk in his office and scribbling runes into a notebook, then on paper and into circles, only pausing for the occasional break or snack every other hour up until the early evening hours, the sun starting to set with the last bright orange and red hues finding their way through the large window behind him. Johann closed the book and stored the rest in a drawer in his desk, the chair behind him creaking a little as he stood up before stretching. A relatively quiet day, indeed. Johann had gotten used to carrying around all the stuff he needed, the two sheathed rapiers dangling on each side of his belt, the two amulets, the amber and the black silver and wood cross, around his neck and the white runed gloves on the man's hands. Johann sighed as his gaze shifted from the ceiling to the window behind him, turning around to see the woodlands around the HQ stretching out as far as the eye could see outside, the orange and red of the evening sun making the treetops seem like a sea of raging fire as the light was reflected by their leaves. It would have been a truly idyllic moment, had it not been for the fanatic knocking on the door. "For the gods sake stop that infernal tumult !" he exclaimed loudly as he rushed to the door, opening it hastily to see before him a blonde, relatively tall young man, maybe 20 years of age, in a white uniform with brown decorations, wearing a distinct, white hat. A WFTC Sailor, the Navy to e exact. The man opened his mouth, but, severely out of breath, all he could muster was a stutter and broken syllables, Johann raising and eyebrow at the figure who desperately tried to articulate.
"Easy, friend. What's wrong ?" the Vice President asked with a concerned tone, placing his hand on the other's shoulder as he seemed to catch his breath again "S-s-Sir, we *cough* we are being invaded ! T-The trading docks ... have already been overrun and we are unable to muster a response ...". "WHAT. How is that even ... nevermind. Who and how many ?" "W-we don't know ... It's a horde, Sir, and too many to even count ..." "Make sure everyone knows ! I'll take a look at this myself.", with that pushing aside the man and rushing down the stairs of the entrance hall. It seems like most people of the HQ had already caught wind of the attack, people were shouting past each other, running around wildly and seemingly in disarray. This situation was more than a surprise. The security measures in Tolgalen had be increased dramatically, and yet somehow someone had still managed to slip through the cracks. Johann bit his lip as he pushed open the huge mahogany front doors of the HQ building, storming off toward the coast at speeds barely faster than 3 times that of sound, the air behind him cracking in a characteristic boom. It took him a couple of seconds to reach the docks and as he came to a stop, he saw it. On the cold grey cobble of the stones below was a mass, no, a horde of creatures, covering the ground entirely and growing by the second, streams of monsters pouring out of a large, blue magicseal on one of the various docking areas. The sailor wasn't lying when he called this an invasion, Johanns eyes wandering over the tide of enemies that flooded the space between buildings like a wave of destruction before drawing his two blades.
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