The Flawless Plan (Magic Mass Revolution Post)

*Far above in the void between stars, Alaric sits upon the back of an asteroid.*

*It’s face creases with concentration; it was planning something. Something big.*

*During its time in the material plane, it saw mass-kind be excluded, hunted, shunned and banished from society. That was going to end. For far too long had those with magic for blood have lived in fear, without haven or sanctuary. That was going to change.*

*In its lap, a massive sheet of paper. In its hand, a crayon. By the looks of it , the finishing touches of a grand plan.*

*A plan for victory.*

*With a final flourish of detail, the Star gazes down upon its master piece, chuckling softly to itself. It rolls up the paper and gets to work.*

*Looking down upon the earth, it draws four threads from the orange glow. With all the care of a master artisan, it weaves the threads into cards, invitation bearing both time and location, written with golden fire. The time? Basically right now. The location? The McDonald's on the corner of Arcane Avenue.*

*With one fluid motion, Alaric throws the invitation to the void, sending them along invisible paths to four individuals, the soon to be members of a new revolution.*

*A Magic Mass Revolution.*

*While the cards fly, Alaric stands, stretches, and shoots down to Earth to find a good table.*

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*The first invitation flows beneath the clouds and over the trees, heading towards a large tower. At the top sits a window, currently open. The invitation flies through. Within the room is countless magical magical artifacts and creatures held in stasis. In the centre of the hoard lies something strange.*

*An amorphous shape of unreality, idle and slightly painful to look at. The invitation comes to a halt, then transforms with a loud flare of sunlight, becoming a golden projection of Alaric, waking the creature in the process.*

"Greetings Abelard!"

Wuh!? Who are yo—

"You possess a particular set of skills, skill I need."

Now hold on a se—

"I'm putting together a team of magic masses, a team who will secure the future for our kind!"

I still don't know who—

"Join me, Abelard! Help me bring salvation to magic masses everywhere!"

*The projection transforms again, expanding with golden-orange light into a gateway leading to a McDonald's parking lot. While Abelard still doesn't know what the hell is going on, the gateway pulls it through.*

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*The second invitation sails the clouds and glides along the wind, heading towards a floating island, currently on fire. As the invitation travels over the island, countless corpses of the divine bathe the grasses with spilled ichor. At the island's centre stands a monster, a child wearing a cloak, majestically billowing in the wind, this terrifying creature was the Revolution's leader, Erik the Godhunter.*

*The invitation comes to a halt mid-air before the child, then transforms with a flare of sunlight, becoming a golden projection of Alaric.*

Eh!? Another god!?

The child spins around, ichor stained needle in hand.

"Greetings Erik!"

Alaric!

"You possess a particular set of skills, skills I need."

Done.

"Wait what?"

I'm in.

"I didn't even give the pitch."

Don't care. I'm in!

"Wow okay…”

“…”

“Excellent! Right on then, I suppose."

*The projection transforms in a flare of sunlight, becoming a golden-orange gateway leading to a McDonald's parking lot. Erik stabs a dead god at his feet, then dives through.*

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*The third invitation travels across the earth and through a concrete jungle, heading towards a construction site. Near the centre sits a green blob, assembling a frame in a way no human could.*

*The invitation comes to rest before the blob, and transforms in a flare of sunlight, becoming a golden projection of Alaric.*

"Greetings Blobby!"

Alaric? What are you doing here?

"You possess a particular set of skills, skills I need."

"I'm putting together a team of—"

No.

“What?”

My revolutionary days are over, Alaric! I’m not joining your suicide squad!

"But—“

FINE! I'll join your suicide squad. I’m sick of this place.