Sinegard Academy for the Wayward

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Wonderful,” M’Kael sighed as blades made of the stuff of shadows formed in his hands.

“Not soon enough,” Magdalena as her spear began to glow. “They’re evil.” She added with a smile.

“I need a minute,” Ravyn said as she started a rapid summoning. She couldn’t bind or do much, but the damned thing would fight for her.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Battle Against the Shades​

“Some light, please,” Angela called to Gem, her voice steady despite the encroaching darkness.

“Alright then… LIGHT ’EM UP!” Gem roared, flinging her hands skyward. A burst of magic flared, but in this strange plane the brilliance was swallowed, dulled into a muted glow. The dim radiance spread across the clearing—just enough to reveal the shifting silhouettes of the shades. Callo and M’Kael exhaled in relief; blinding light was never their ally.

The pale shimmer painted the battlefield in ghostly hues. Angela’s eyes narrowed as the shadows slithered closer. A wicked grin curved across her lips.

“Come and get it,” she taunted, springing into the air. Her blade descended in a gleaming arc, cleaving a shade cleanly in two. The weapon pulsed, drinking in the creature’s essence, its glow intensifying as if hungering for more.

Gem faltered for a heartbeat, mesmerized by the sword’s eerie brilliance. Then she snapped back into action, hurling a fireball into the advancing horde. The explosion ripped through them—shades shrieked, their forms unraveling in the blaze.

Callo remained in human form, her twin short swords flashing. She carved through the first two shades that lunged at her, their shadowy ichor spraying in dark arcs across the dim landscape.

Angela laughed, even as she parried another strike. “I don’t have a favorite shade—it’s kind of a gray area for me.”

Her sword clashed against the reaching arms of two more foes, and a bone-deep chill surged down the blade into her hands. She shivered violently.

“BRRRR—that is fucking cold!” she shouted.

Gem’s voice rang out, urgent. “A shade’s touch drains the very life from you!”

Angela shot her a glare. “Now you tell me!”

Angus barreled past, his great axe swinging with brutal force. Two shades were crushed beneath its weight, their forms scattering like torn smoke.

The clearing was chaos—muted light, fire’s afterglow, steel flashing, and shadows screaming as the companions fought to hold their ground against the shades.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“This is my kinda place,” M’Kael said as he moved, blending with the darkness. “Not as nice as the plane of Shadows, but you get the drift.”

In the darkness Magdalena’s spear flashed as it spun and speared the doomed undead, each strike and slice elicited moans and screams as they were destroyed.

Ravyn finished her casting as a bright white entity materialized. This elegantly armored sentinel stands alert, her eyes radiating divine light and her noble blade crackling with power. Solidifying the summoned being moved towards the Shades. A burning light emanating from her eyes as her blade sang.

Slicing through a shade Magdalena paused for a brief moment as her eyes widened as she looked at the newcomer.

Taking a deep breath Ravyn began casting another spell, her lips and fingers dancing rapidly as she tried to get it out as fast as possible.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Shades of Victory
Gem’s heart pounded as the shades surged faster than she could cut them down. The tide of battle seemed ready to drown her—until the bright white entity arrived. Its radiance tore through the gloom like a blade, and the shadows recoiled, cowering before its brilliance. The light didn’t just illuminate; it pierced the dimness, unraveling the darkness itself.

Sensing the moment had come, Gem raised her voice above the chaos.“PRESS THE ATTACK!”

Her command was punctuated by twin fireballs that roared from her hands, exploding among the shades. The blasts annihilated scores of them, hurling others backward in shrieking disarray. Angus and Angela seized the opening, carving into the staggered enemy. Their strikes ripped through the shades, each death echoing with the tortured scream from the undead.

Angela’s blade drank from the shadows it felled. Gem couldn’t fathom how, but with every kill the weapon grew stronger. Its dull gray sheen had transformed into a gleaming silver, and Angela herself seemed transformed—her movements sharper, her focus absolute, her presence unstoppable.

Callo broke from Angela’s side, positioning himself near Gem to guard her flank. Her short swords flashed as she cut down a shade that lunged too close.“Whatever that sword is doing,” she muttered grimly, “it can’t be good for a shadow dragon.”

The battle’s momentum shifted. The shades faltered, their ranks wavering as fear gnawed at them. Ravyn, Magdalena, and M’Kael pressed harder, their renewed assault driving the enemy to the brink of collapse. The darkness itself seemed ready to shatter.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Finishing her latest spell Ravyn cast it, targeting Angus with Enlarge. Essentially it would double his size and increase his Health and the damage he’d deal.

Moving back she started casting smaller spells, though she was fighting stay awake after the massive energy drain from the summoning. She hated the quick summons. As she stepped back one of the undead brushed her, illiciting a scream of pain as it sapped her life energy with a touch that was like a spear of ice driving into her heart.

As she began to fall the Entity with in roared to the fore her skin darkening and peeling as Hellfire ripped forth. Reaching out Ashmadae grabbed ethereal chains dragged by the dead and damned. Igniting them with Hellfire he pulled, whipping the undead around like toys.

Screaming as the Hellfire consumed them the undead perished for once and for all. Their souls Discorporated by Ashmadae’s rage. As the souls vaporized Ashmadae held onto the chains using them as whips as she stepped forwards slicing the undead and damned with precision born of hell. Snapping one of the chains like a whip it shattered, sending thousands of hell-forged links through the wave of the damned, ripping them to shreds.​