Supreme magestrate Olin

As the day bore on the celebrations grew more extravagant and loud, more of the population was drunk and unaware that to the north a violent arcanic storm was brewing. The citadel tasked their arcane forces with retaliation, giving the order to attack the capitol La'velle, and the fortress as well. Leave no person alive in the city, not a man woman or child. La'velle was full of Arcana bastards and leaving even one alive, one with a claim to Thre'a could result in a problem later. The supreme magestrate had resolved to solidify the new governments power by being sure there was no one left to challenge its rule.

Ivan Arcana was a fair king, a timid ruler who didn't revel in cruelty, and did not have the disposition to command men. He had always made merry where ever he was, taking the nobleman's daughter to bed or wife, sometimes both; being famously a drunk and even more famously a womanizer. Leaving bastards in all of the grand cities as well as across the sea of horrors, the removal of the house root and stem was the main mission of the citadel.

The mages began to chant and then began warping their bodies into purple smoke and rising high above the mountains. Five or six at first, then dozens more across the courtyards and plazas of the citadels base city. Smoke came from the one hundred thousand windows that spiraled around the spire that was the actual citadel itself. All the great mages had volunteered themselves to the cause, to strike back at the murderous king, the slayer of thirty thousand mages mothers fathers and children. Ivan the Butcher rang out from the magical community and their cries gave the Magestrate a righteous cause to defend. An excuse to overthrow this monarchy and take over the protection and governing of this realm. For this was the real reason behind this great facade, this sacrifice of lives was for the good of the people.

The sly fox sitting in the supreme chair of the Magestrate had plans to step out of the dark and become the new ruler of the civilized continent of Thre'a and lord of the surrounding isles, he would long last finish the great battle the government before started and expand the realm to the edges of the savage lands coastlines and enslave the great orc clans to fight for the Magestrate. The noble houses would lose their ranks and titles, lands and possessions would be stripped away and their private forces assimilated. Unifying the great provinces under one military force, one government that allowed mages to thrive outside of the magical cities and common folk to elevate their status no matter their birthright.

The supreme Magestrate stood in the center of a large stadium, surrounded by the faces of mages sitting in bleacher style desks that ascended close to the ceiling. Their voices rang out for blood, for the removal of the blood king Ivan the butcher. Olin stood prepared to speak to the restless mages, he had a large table covered in scrolls in front of him and a large map of the realm magically suspended behind him. " My fellow mages, witches, wizards and Autumn blessed, a great wound has been dealt to us. The blood king has murdered children, innocent blood fills the streets of out once beautiful city. He ransacked and stole the treasures of that city, he did so without provocation!" The stadium filled with cries for blood once again, he lifted his hand to quiet the room and began to speak again " i am your Supreme Magestrate, your voice and i am full of your righteous anger which is why i have called our Battle mages to war! We've sent ten thousand mages to the steps of La'Velle to dispose of this royal family. No longer will blood be a factor in the governing of Thre'a. We will destroy the capitol and rebuild Autumnveil as the new capitol. These things will come to pass, the age of magic is upon Thre'a!" The room cheered, drowning out even his own thoughts. He smiled as the crowd demanded the magestrate govern and Ivan the blood king, the butcher of Autumnveil be beheaded and his family line snuffed out like a low burning candle.

The purple clouds began to rumble above the citadel as arcane lightning crackled, a few stray clouds would make its way to the large cloud, crackling more violently as is grew with each new addition. " the arcane storm", formed from the souls of over a thousand mages, rumbling with anger bolts of lightning would arc and let loose leave the air filled with the smell of death. This spell has been forbidden since its inception; created to fight back against black pheonixes, great black fire birds born in black fire volcanos. Malicious blood thirsty birds with human intellect, greedy and hungry the horrid creatures would beset upon a city and take its treasures tossing them into their black volcanos. Its wings were over a hundred feet long on each side . Its body was covered in jet black feathers, deadly themselves the feathers were coveted by sword-smiths. Sharp and harder than standard steel it was a great prize to have a black Phoenix blade in your hilt. Once more, the rarity of these blades were mostly connected with the fact the bird emanated black fire, the hottest fire known the mages. Able to melt stone and flesh and steel without issue, the giant horrors were known to descend upon the civilized Thre'a and cause chaos. There had been a decrease in sightings of Black Phoenix over the last century, and their nests the black volcanos have all but turned to cold mountains.

One of the first succession of power ever given to the Magestrate was during the age of great monsters. Given the right to put together its own force to help with conflicts against the realm the Magestrate agreed to help keep the threat of the black phoenixes at bay. The arcane cloud amassed the arcane of the caster and unleashes it magnified one hundred times against its commanded foe. There's a legend that the first autumn witches could ride the phoenixes, and many tales were spun of the great phoenix riders during that time, though no proof had ever been given for those tales to be true and no autumn witch had tamed a black phoenix in the history of the standing citadel.

"The order has been given for our mages to ascend upon the city of La'Velle! We shall have justice for our city and her people!" Cheering throughout the citadel boomed, the cloud began to move south and the sun began to set. The cloud passed over the white woods, and the plague swamps towards the La'Velle, its shadow left those beneath it to feel all the joy in their hearts leave to be replaced by fear and despair. A dark feeling spread throughout the realm, the castles and cities seemed to quiver and creak in anticipation for the clouds release. Where would it go, who would receive it ire; oblivious as the common folk below were, continuing their celebrations un bothered by the drifting arcane cloud above. Fire works popped and cracked against the cloud exposing beautiful colors and reflections. The cloud crackled angrily but passed over the city of Aridtown, the city nestled by the south eastern coast famed for its shellfish markets and musicians and poets. In the distance the black walls of the La'Velle and her city came into view. After a short distance the celebrations could be heard through lands surrounding her. The cloud flickered violently its lightning bolts crackled and snapped leveling the trees below to ash and smoldering stumps. The force of the mages anger pushed the clouds speed, the sun was setting causing the cloud to move in unnoticed against the fire works and extravagant stunts done by the performers who gathered to gain coin for their craft from the generous drunk patrons who would stop to be dazzled.

Even the king had decided it best to join in the festivities of his court and had ordered many barrels of wine and over a dozen roasted pigs to be served, as well as fools and whores to entertain his guests. The bare breasts of the young low born girls and the drink only helped to distract the king from his windows but not the war he knew he had just set in motion. He took two of the prettiest whores with him to his chambers, a brunette with porcelain skin named Janine, and a black haired beauty with skin as honey named Vetta. Their supple breasts and firm backsides left the other men disappointed with the women they had been left to share. Each man taking turns on the remaining whores until their cocks could no longer hold its strength.

The cloud stopped at the walls perimeter and began to grow, slowly at first twisting and spiraling outward until the stars in the night sky were blocked out by the purple storm brewing above. For a brief moment all of the city became quiet, like the walls themselves were holding their breathe and closing their eyes in anticipation of death.