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| Eternal Eclipse: Apocalypse Now | |
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| Date of Scene: | 23 May 2024 |
| Location: | Apocalypse's Tomb, Egypt |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Magneto, Polaris, Scarlet Witch |
| Tinyplot: | Eternal Eclipse |
- Magneto has posed:
In the dimly lit chamber of an ancient tomb, the air is thick with the scent of incense and the weight of centuries. En Sabah Nur, aka Apocalypse, a figure of immense power and ancient lineage, lies in a stone sarcophagus at the centre of the room. The walls are adorned with faded hieroglyphs and murals depicting the legendary feats of this eternal being. Surrounding the sarcophagus, members of Clan Akkaba stand in silent reverence, their faces obscured by dark hooded robes.
Four members hold a piece of the Sceptre of Eternity, a powerful artefact broken into four distinct parts. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as they prepare for the ritual that will restore the sceptre to its full glory. Candles flicker, casting eerie shadows that dance across the ancient carvings. The clan members begin to chant in a forgotten tongue, their voices rising and falling in a hypnotic cadence.
At the head of the gathering, a high priest steps forward, his robe distinguished by intricate gold embroidery. He raises his hands, and the chanting intensifies, echoing through the cavernous tomb. The pieces of the sceptre glow faintly in the hands of the clan members, pulsating with a mysterious energy. As the ritual reaches its climax, the sarcophagus begins to tremble, and a palpable force fills the room, heralding the imminent restoration of the Sceptre of Eternity and the awakening of En Sabah Nur.
- Magneto has posed:
In the dimly lit chamber of an ancient tomb, the air is thick with the scent of incense and the weight of centuries. En Sabah Nur, aka Apocalypse, a figure of immense power and ancient lineage, lies in a stone sarcophagus at the centre of the room. The walls are adorned with faded hieroglyphs and murals depicting the legendary feats of this eternal being. Surrounding the sarcophagus, members of Clan Akkaba stand in silent reverence, their faces obscured by dark hooded robes.
Four members hold a piece of the Sceptre of Eternity, a powerful artefact broken into four distinct parts. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation as they prepare for the ritual that will restore the sceptre to its full glory. Candles flicker, casting eerie shadows that dance across the ancient carvings. The clan members begin to chant in a forgotten tongue, their voices rising and falling in a hypnotic cadence.
At the head of the gathering, a high priest steps forward, his robe distinguished by intricate gold embroidery. He raises his hands, and the chanting intensifies, echoing through the cavernous tomb. The pieces of the sceptre glow faintly in the hands of the clan members, pulsating with a mysterious energy. As the ritual reaches its climax, the sarcophagus begins to tremble, and a palpable force fills the room, heralding the imminent restoration of the Sceptre of Eternity and the awakening of En Sabah Nur.
- Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane has been tracking the group since the beginning, and after they located and secured the final piece of the sceptre in Genosha no less, it didn't take too long to locate the sarcophagus, the final destination of their evil plot. But did they arrive in time? Lorna can't wait for backup as she hears eerie voices echoing in the nearby chamber. She has to act now and hope for the best. Clenching her hands, she summons a green glowing impulse, blasting open the doors to try and get there attention. "Stop!"
- Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, had sensed the completion of the Sceptre of Eternity from afar, her connection to chaos magic and her nature as a Nexus Being alerting her to the disturbance in the mystical energies. The message from her father, Magneto, had pinpointed the exact location, and without hesitation, she made her way to the ancient tomb. As she flew through the darkened corridors, the echoes of the cult's chants grew louder, urging her to quicken her pace.
Just as Lorna blasted open the doors with a powerful green impulse and shouted for the cult to stop, Wanda soared into the chamber, her form illuminated by a crimson aura of chaotic energy. "Enough of this madness!" she declared, her voice echoing through the tomb as she flew past Lorna. "Father reached out to me, and I'm here to help end this."
With a graceful yet commanding motion, Wanda raised her hands and summoned her chaos magic to lift the remnants of the blasted door. The metal twisted and morphed under her control, transforming into a swarm of iron flechettes. She directed them towards Lorna, the projectiles hovering in the air, ready for her sister to wield. "Lorna, take these and make them regret ever setting foot in this place."<br>The room was now charged with the combined might of the Maximoff sisters, their presence a formidable force against the dark ritual taking place. The cult members paused, their chanting faltering as they faced the unexpected resistance. Wanda's eyes glowed with determination, ready to unleash her full power to ensure the Sceptre of Eternity would not fall into the wrong hands.
- Magneto has posed:
The high priest abruptly halts, his gaze snapping towards the two arriving mutants. His eyes narrow with a mix of recognition and fury, his hand raising imperiously as he shouts, "Seize them!" His voice echoes through the chamber, filled with a commanding authority that sends a shiver through his followers.
Two hooded members of the clan step forward, their movements synchronized and deliberate, cloaks billowing slightly with each step. Their faces remain hidden in shadow, their intentions clear as they close in on their targets. The tension in the air is palpable, a prelude to the imminent clash.
Suddenly, one of the hooded figures casts off his robe with a dramatic flourish. The fabric falls away to reveal Magneto, standing tall and imposing, his eyes alight with resolve. His sudden revelation sends a ripple of shock through the onlookers, the high priest?s expression shifting to one of stunned disbelief.
With a swift, powerful motion, Magneto lifts into the air, his magnetic abilities propelling him effortlessly. The air hums with energy as he ascends, his presence now fully revealed and commanding. He flies over to join his daughters, the three of them now united against the threat, their combined strength a formidable sight. The clan members hesitate, their confidence shaken by Magneto?s bold move, as the true battle is about to begin.
- Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane nods to Wanda, a slight smile tugging at her lips in thanks for the assistance. But with everything else going on, she doesn't miss a beat. Of course leave it to Magneto to arrive in dramatic style and she smirks a bit, glad that the odds are tipped a bit more fairly now. Still she is cautious, uncertain of what these acolytes are capable of.
The flechettes circle slowly around her, green eyes glowing with fury at the fools and their intended objective. "You fools, what did you think might happen when you revive such a monster? This ends now!" Focusing on the nearest Acolyte, she sends a handful of flechettes flying his way, not with the intention of harming so much as hoping to pin him by his cloak to the nearby wall so he can't move, assuming she is successful.
- Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, nodded in acknowledgment of Magneto's dramatic entrance, a subtle smile of appreciation flickering across her lips. She felt a surge of reassurance seeing her father join the fray, his presence amplifying their collective strength. "Father, your timing is impeccable," she said, her voice steady and resolute. "Lorna, I'll back you both up in any way I can, but for now, I'm going to see if I can do something about the scepter."<br><br>With a determined expression, Wanda hovered slightly above the ground, her hands gracefully moving in intricate patterns as she summoned her chaos magic. Her crimson aura intensified, casting an eerie yet mesmerizing glow around her. She began to chant in an archaic mystical language, her words resonating with ancient power. The incantation flowed effortlessly from her lips, a melodic yet haunting sequence of sounds that seemed to vibrate through the very air.<br><br>Wanda's eyes narrowed in concentration as she reached out with her magic, attempting to connect with the Sceptre of Eternity. See if she could sense the potent protective spells woven around the artifact. Undeterred, she'll delved deeper, probing the mystical defenses, seeking a way to subvert and neutralize them.<br><br>As the incantation reaches a crescendo, Wanda's aura pulsed with intensity, trying to connect deeply with the artifact. She persists, her will unwavering, determined to unravel the spells and gain control over the powerful artifact. Whether she would succeed or not remained to be seen, the outcome hanging in the balance as the battle raged on around her.
- Magneto has posed:
As Lorna fires the flechettes at the clan member, they pierce his robes with precision, embedding into the ground and pinning him in place. He struggles furiously, grappling with the fabric that ensnares him, his movements becoming increasingly frantic as he fights to free himself.
Meanwhile, Magneto handles another assailant with a swift, decisive move. He sends a concussive blast of electromagnetic energy towards the attacker, the air crackling with power. The force of the blast propels the assailant through the air, slamming him against the wall with a bone-jarring impact. He slumps to the ground, dazed and incapacitated.
Nearby, Wanda grapples with the Sceptre of Eternity, which seems to resist her magic with a fierce, almost sentient defiance. Her brow furrows in concentration as she channels her powers, trying to subdue the relic. Suddenly, a winged woman swoops down at her, emitting a large glob of acid from her mouth.
In the midst of the chaos, the high priest barks out orders, commanding more cult members to launch their attacks. He then turns his attention back to the ritual, his focus unbroken, determined to complete it despite the fierce resistance from the mutants. The tension escalates, each moment
- Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane narrows her eyes, gaze darting around take in her next target, the winged guy headed for Wanda. "Leave her alone!" she barks, trying to get his attention as she hurls more flachettes at him, again each carefully angled to try and pin his wings or robes or anything else she can get ahold of to the wall. Failing that, hopefully she can at least use them to push him away from Wanda who seems focused on that darned sceptre?
- Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda Maximoff maintains her unwavering concentration, her crimson aura pulsating with raw, chaotic energy. She feels the immense power emanating from the Sceptre of Eternity, realizing that her initial attempts to destroy it will take too long and might not even succeed. Determined to find another way, she shifts her focus. Her Scarlet magic extends like a vicious claw, reaching out not to the scepter itself, but to the high priest who seeks to control it.<br><br>Her eyes narrow with fierce determination as her magic wraps around the mystical will of the priest, engaging in a dangerous, mystical game of tug-o-war. Every fiber of her being strains against the priest's control, their powers clashing in a brutal struggle for dominance over the artifact. The air crackles with tension, the very atmosphere vibrating with the force of their conflict.<br><br>Sweat beads on her brow as she channels more of her chaotic energy into the struggle. Gritting her teeth, Wanda calls out, her voice both commanding and urgent, "Father, I need your help! We must wrest control from him!"<br><br>Her focus remains unbroken, her will unyielding. The Scarlet Witch's magic surges, her connection to the chaotic energies of the universe fueling her efforts. She knows that with her father's assistance, their combined strength can tip the balance and secure the scepter. The intense struggle continues, every moment bringing them closer to either triumph or peril.