A recipe for Disaster!-mage RP, maybe multi-guild?

[Lord Hayati]

It was very late at night at the mage manor. Not a single sound could be heard around the place, except for the kitchen. Krisseh, the guild's cook, was hard at work for preparing a meal beyond epic proportions. Her magic had run out days ago. Although the manor itself helped, she needed a true resource of magic. Due to her material, it was hard for her to generate the mana needed for her spells.

She had just the idea.

Handing the job to the guild Gargoyles, she slipped off into the deeper areas of the manor.

"I'm sure they won't mind me looking around here," she muttered to herself.

What would happen would be a recipe for disaster. She had stepped into the generator for the whole manor itself. Rumor had it that it was made of underdeep spells. Others said it was run off of the deceased powers of old mages. But with such a volatile mage entering, things went haywire.

Krisseh took another step, gazing at the power source of the manor.

"I have a bad feeling about this..."

She looked down, and lost her footing, falling into it.

Within seconds, she had ruined it.
A loud explosion rattled every nook and cranny of the place. It was not the good kind, either.

[Celestial]

Celestial was taking care of some paperwork when she heard the explosion come from the basement. She immediately leapt up, panic rising in her throat, and willed the manor to take here to where it came from. It's response was sluggish and slow and the Archmage could feel the effort that it took for the place to move the walls and get her to the generator.

She had never actually taken a close look at it. It was a pit full of blinding light from which power sometimes arced and was redirected by the Manor into all sort of things. It was usually quiet, made her hair stand on end and had a distinct ozone smell. Even she as Archmage had no idea how it worked, it just did. Except now, it wasn't. The generator was squealing and shaking, the light was flickering erratically like the heartbeat of a terrified animal and arcs of power were shooting randomly into the air. Foul-tasting magic filled the air. From the generator came the sound of screaming. To Celestial's horror, the voice was familiar: it was Krisseh. She was in the centre of the magic. It was racing through her but as it did, it was turning black. The precense of the usul was disrupting it.

Without even thinking, Celestial dove down and, despite the pain of being hit by rogue magic and the increased difficultly breathing, she hovered closer and grabbed Krisseh. The magic pulled at the usul's body but the Archmage pulled harder. The noise was like the demonic lovechild of electricity and jammed gears. Suddenly, the magic let Krisseh go.

The Manor suddenly screamed before falling silent. Sparks rippled on its walls and shook the foundations. The kitchen golems fell to the floor in the middle of what they were doing, the scrolls that animated them falling limply out of their mouths. The patrolling Manor guardian stood silent as a statue in the gardens. The rooms, always shifting to suit the needs of the mages, stopped. The magical protection around the entire guild was gone. There was no magic left in Mage Manor.

Celestial swore. There was no way that people could not have noticed that. She needed to call a meeting of the entire guild, to try to figure out what to do and to keep an eye on everyone so that nobody would get hurt. She thought back to the original blueprint of Mage Manor that she saw when she took up leadership. The best room for accomodating the entire guild plus the few living staff they had and the easiest to get to was the dining room.

She landed on the edge of the pit, which was now completely dark and by extension, so was the entire room. The Archmage's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, widening like a cat's. She needed to tell the other mages about this. It was most likely dangerous. Celestial really wished they had invested in some kind of manual annoucement system as before, the Manor did all the work for them. However, now that this was just a normal, albeit very large house, she had to improvise.

She used air magic to aplify her voice so that it would be heard throughout the enire Manor, no matter where everyone was. Bracing herself, she covered her ears.

"EVERYONE, DO NOT PANIC, GATHER IN THE DINING HALL. I SHALL EXPLAIN THERE!!!" the Archmage screamed as loudly as possible. Even through her covered ears, the sound was still incredible. At least their own magic was not affected, as far as she knew. With that taken care of, she dispelled the voice aplifier and grabbed Krisseh and headed out with her.

"Are you alright? Say something!" Celestial asked desperately, watching for any sign of life in the Jelly Usul.

[Lord Hayati]

Although Krisseh was saved from the manor itself, she was still hurt. Her eyes had lost their shine, and her tail was ruffled. If it was someone else, it probably wouldn't have been as bad, But being made of jelly... It was just asking for it.

blinking, she slowly regained sight, and tried to get up. Something... was different, though.

"celes... run... sa..."
Her voice started to change. She did remember one time Celestial was underdeeped... but being hit with it herself... was scary.

convert... Convert...

[Tiger]

At last, Tiger had tracked the shapeshifting dragon-mage back from Brassport, the city of steam and gadgetry. She had been delayed by ravines, forests, storms, the cities she had to skirt around, the bandits who ought to have skirted around her, and even the occasional monster - the odd variety that apparently had nothing better to do than wander into the path of fledgling heroes. Considering the distance wasn't actually too great, it had taken an appallingly long time for Tiger to get here.

She'd even had to buy a real horse. Creating her own steeds drained magic quickly, when they were being summoned daily, and Tiger hated being on the dregs of her abilities. For all the trouble it had caused her, magic was still a big part of who she was.

Real horses, however, were not as convenient as magically-summoned creatures. They had to eat. Then get rid of what they had eaten. They would run off if they weren't tied. Stupid things frightened them. Riding in darkness was impossible, thanks to the risk of a broken leg. Still, Tiger had made it here, half-cursing the beast under her the entire way. She felt a tired sense of victory as she let the hand holding the horse's reins drape across her lap. The castle, Mage Manor, stood before her, an incredible place filled with people...well, for lack of a better term, like her. A community of mages - such a thing had never occurred to her before.

And then everything went wrong.

There was a loud booming noise, and the entire castle shook. The ground quaked beneath the horse and its rider; with a high-pitched shriek of terror, the horse reared up. Tiger snatched for the reins, but they slipped from her hands and she fell to the ground. She landed with a grunt, hood thrust half-off her head to reveal one feline ear and a portion of her cat-like face.

"What the - "

The horse bolted as Tiger rose to her feet. Suddenly as the quaking had begun, it was gone, leaving an eerie silence behind. Tiger started to approach the manor, thinking that she should help anyone inside, but wary of what had caused the explosion. Would it happen again?

She reached the door and hesitated. Any coven of mages would safeguard the entrance to their stronghold. A gray-green mist appeared between Tiger's hands, and she quickly shaped a small owl. The owl stirred, fluffed its wings, then stared intently at the door. Tiger held it up to the wood, moved it around, but the owl remained frozen. No magical wards, then. With a frown, Tiger put a hand to the door and gave it a gentle push. The hinges moved without protest, opening a dark entry hall to the mage.

She stepped into the manor, and nearly dropped the owl in shock as a voice rang through the hallways. She looked around, and though her nocturnal vision was quite good, she saw nothing that could have spoken. The owl in her hand stirred, but quickly dropped back to stillness. A momentary burst of magic...nothing more.

"Well. I suppose I should go to the dining hall," Tiger thought. She wondered briefly how rude it might seem to go tromping into someone's manor, but quickly dismissed the thought. Clearly, something was wrong here, and she wasn't about to run off for the sake of politeness. Drawing her black cloak more tightly around her shoulders, the mage set off in search of the dining hall, holding the owl up as if it were a lantern; its faint green glow did make it a bit easier to see.

Eventually, the sound of two voices drew her in what she hoped was the right direction...big as this place was, however, it was entirely possible she was headed the wrong way entirely.

[Gelquie]

Gelquie was minding her own business. For the past few months, or however much time had passed, she had merely been working on her illusions magic. With all that had happened during outbreak of the Underdeep, she seemed very unwilling to leave the Manor. Besides, nothing was more comforting than the majestic walls of the manor emanating around her as she created an environment to her will around her and researched as much as she could on more illusion magic. Then she could absorb herself in what she had created, and feel a pleasant detachment from the world.

So Gelquie was extremely started when she heard a huge explosion from somewhere within the Manor. She was startled out of her current illusion, and thrust back into the reality of her room, and the fact that she was laying upon a cold bed with a book on illusion magics at her feet. She had also forgotten what she was reading, but she was way too unnerved to feel the need to remember anyway.

It was quiet then. Too eerily quiet. And Gelquie began to panic a little in her head. Were they being attacked? Had someone foul like the Spacefleeters gotten within the heart of the Manor? What was going on? Was there anything she could do? Maybe she'd have to escape from the only real home she's had. The idea of a self-imposed exile did not suit her tastes.

Then a voice called out that Gelquie recognized. "EVERYONE, DO NOT PANIC, GATHER IN THE DINING HALL. I SHALL EXPLAIN THERE!!!"

It was the Archmage. Gelquie felt a bit of relief. If the Archmage found no reason to panic, she shouldn't be afraid of something as extreme as Spacefleet invaders.

"Well, I guess I have to come out of my room sometime," Gelquie thought to herself. She created a small ball of light in her hands. It wasn't much, but it was enough for her to tell her way around. She gingerly stepped out of her room, trying to fill her mind with more pleasant thoughts as he hurried towards the dining room.

[Lord Hayati]

Suddenly, Krisseh snapped.
if Celestial could feel krisseh's magic levels, a dark presence had taken over.

"At last... I can show the world their just desserts...

She would start by trying to turn the whole mage manor into a gingerbread house, along with everyone inside. Glowing a black aura, she unleashed one of her signature spells, Dessmute. If Celestial did not get out of the way, she would be in the direct line of fire of it.

[Ikkin]

Ikkin was walking through the halls of Mage Manor, making her way back from the kitchens where she'd visited for a midnight snack, when the explosion rocked the entire Manor.

"Woah, what's going on?" she said to herself as the floors beneath her shook from the force of the explosion and the magical signature of the Manor itself started to go haywire. She lowered her stance to keep from being knocked over until the shaking stopped, and was just about to stand back up when the floors moved again, re-orienting themselves around her with an odd sort of motion that almost felt like the quivering of an injured animal. The lights flickered back and first between dim and off as the magic of the Manor vacillated unnaturally, and Ikkin moved slowly over to the wall and put her hand up against it to keep her bearings as the layout of the Manor changed again.

It was only a few minutes before the shaking stopped entirely as the hallway ground to a stop and the lights shut themselves off for good. Ikkin found herself standing in complete darkness, so she lit a small magical fire and held it above the palm of her hand to light the way for herself. The familiar, comforting presence of the Manor's magic had completely vanished and something foreboding was in the air in its place.

Nothing like this had ever happened before, and Ikkin didn't like it. Running the Manor might no longer have been Ikkin's responsibility, but she still felt a duty towards it, and wracked her mind for any potential methods she could use to tackle this problem.

Before she could think of anything, however, Celestial's voice echoed through the air. "EVERYONE, DO NOT PANIC, GATHER IN THE DINING HALL. I SHALL EXPLAIN THERE!!!"

With the Manor's own traversal aids out of order, this was far easier said than done; rooms in the Manor only stayed vaguely in the same place, and the hallways were more akin to a maze which may actually have ended up with some dead ends depending on the state they were in when the magic stopped.

Ikkin was about to summon Sev to take her to the dining hall directly when she sensed a guild-member-sized magical signature nearby. She moved towards it as quickly as she could in the dark while carrying a fire in her hands, and found herself face to face with Gelquie.

"Hey, Gelquie," she asked, "do you know what's going on here? The Manor's magic just vanished!"

[Gelquie]

Gelquie was making her way down the hallway with little success of finding out which direction she was supposed to go. She had taken full advantage of the Manor's magic in directing which way she should go. Now that it was gone, the Manor seemed strange. More... foreign. At least in determining the direction she was supposed to go. At least she was still at home.

It was then that she saw a faint figure moving closer to her. Gelquie couldn't make her out at first; she was only faintly lit. This only scared Gelquie further; was this the perpetrator? Were they the one responsible for the magic failure? And if they were, did Gelquie even have a chance? She stopped in her tracks, at least to give her time while she got a better look at her face.

The sight of a fox's tail was the first sign that things were probably alright. And eventually, Gelquie was about to make out the familiar face of Ikkin. Gelquie was then filled with relief; it was an ally. At least, she hoped. She took a few steps closer until they were face to face.

"Hey, Gelquie, do you know what's going on here? The Manor's magic just vanished!"

She didn't know either?

"No, I'm just as confused as you," Gelquie admitted. "I was in my room, I heard this loud sound, and then everything went out. I'm trying to meet Celestial in the dining area, but... Well, I think you know how well that's working."

[Celestial]

For a moment, Celestial was relieved when she saw Krisseh get up but the words that the Usul said made her uneasy. But when her voice changed, the Archmage's eyes widened in fear. She knew that voice. She knew it all too well. The Underdeep.

Immediately Celestial leapt away from Krisseh, her hands filling with fire.

"Stay back," she said shakily, heading towards the door. The basement was tough to break out of, she had made sure of that. As Archmage, Celestial had installed thick doors made out of steel, commissioned from the best smiths that the kingdom provided. Even without magic, any underdeepling would have trouble breaking through them. It should buy the mages enough time to come up with some kind of plan.

The better question was what the Underdeep was doing in their generators.

"At last... I can show the world their just desserts... Krisseh said ominously. Celestial had to act fast.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and fired off a wall of flame at the Usul before running for the exit. She sped out of the basement, stopping only to lock the doors and seal them up tightly. Nevertheless, despite the apparent security offered by the layers of doors, they all still had to hurry.

Celestial ran out of the basement and headed in the direction of the dining room. She was the first to arrive.

"Archmage,"

Almost the first, it seemed.

The Archmage turned around to see the Librarian, dressed in his usual steel grey suit and glasses, sitting beside the door. His face was expressionless as usual.

"Explain why I had to leave my library."

Celestial swallowed. Even though she was the Archmage, he was an excellent librarian and he had never been defiant to her, she still felt nervous around the guy.

"Librarian, I'm sorry. The generator...had stopped working and furthermore, we have somebody who is possessed by the Underdeep. Krisseh. I need to make sure everyone is safe and we need to formulate a plan."

The Librarian nodded. Celestial breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed satisfied. With that, the Archmage sat down and waited for everyone to get here.

Every second was too gorram long. Her mind always shifted to the...thing in the basement and why it should manifest with the generator's explosion. As far as she knew, the generator was not Underdeep. As far as she knew: that was the problem. She was a recent Archmage. She knew next to nothing.

[Lord Hayati]

The spell missed archmage Celestial, as she summoned a wall of flames. As the Underdeep began to understand Krisseh, It has figured out that her body would not be able to walk through, without losing form.

"The archmage flees from me. Even she doesn't know the true potential of her friend!"

Krisseh chanted a second dessmute spell, causing the wall of flames to turned into melted ice cream, leaving numerous heavy steel doors ahead.
She gazed at the now shut down generator, and gained a devilish smile on her face.

She quickly started to charge up for a massive dessmute spell, aiming it at the generator. If she could jumpstart it, using her Powers... Everything in the Manor would become Tasty, sweet, and delicious.

[Naga]

Dashing through the halls, a single faint light could be noticed.

---

Quietly minding his own business, attempting to fuse three elements in the confines of his room, Rahu was startled at the crash.

'What is it now..?' he thought, less actually startled and more annoyed at the inconvenience. The two lamps which he had in the room suddenly shut off, after the entire building - he assumed the entire building, and not just his room - shook. Straying from electricity, the lamps naturally lost power when the rest of the manor did. He sat on the edge of his bed, trying to decide what to do.

'Should I maybe just wait? Or just go flip the breake-'

"EVERYONE, DO NOT PANIC, GATHER IN THE DINING HALL. I SHALL EXPLAIN THERE!!!"

Hearing the faint shout bounce it his room, Rahu jumps up and runs out his door after throwing it open. He wasn't in the mood to care why; he just didn't feel like sitting around and doing nothing.

'Or I can do this. This works.'

---

Now running through the halls towards the dinning hall, he has a orb of light gripped in the hand of his outstretched arm.

'_{Wake me up!} Wake me up inside. _{I can’t wake up!} Wake me up inside. _{Save me..!}'

Pausing the awesome singing going on in his head, as well as his running towards the dinning hall, he rests against the wall.

"Since when... was the... dining hall... so far... away..?" he mutters between breathes.

[Ikkin]

"No, I'm just as confused as you," Gelquie said, still sounding a bit less nervous than she was when Ikkin first caught sight of her. "I was in my room, I heard this loud sound, and then everything went out. I'm trying to meet Celestial in the dining area, but... Well, I think you know how well that's working."

"Yeah, this manor really wasn't meant to be navigated through mundane means alone," Ikkin said with a sigh. "For all we know, the dining area could have moved since the last time we saw it. On the plus side, without the magic changing the hallways as we walk through them, at least trial and error should work... eventually."

Just then, Ikkin felt an unfamiliar magical signature nearby. It seemed that someone new was in the Manor, and Ikkin couldn't help but wonder whether that new person was somehow related to the current situation, no matter how unfair that assessment may have been. "Hold up a second," she told Gelquie, "there's someone else here."

She didn't have to walk far to reach the new person, who wore a cloak with a thick hood that concealed most of their figure, but what Ikkin could see of their face appeared to have feline features. They held a semi-transparant owl on their arm, which glowed a slightly eerie shade of green; even though Ikkin knew many mages with far more disconcerting powers who were upstanding members of society, the current situation made Ikkin's imagination wander in the wrong direction.

Ikkin couldn't let that get in the way of properly greeting new people, though, so she pushed the illogical suspicious thoughts aside. "Hey, I haven't seen you around before," she said, trying to sound friendly in spite of the weird situation, "Are you here to join the Mage Guild? You certainly picked the most interesting time to show up!"

[Tiger]

Tiger was quickly forced to admit that this might not have been her best plan. She had no idea where the dining hall was - for all she knew, there might not be a dining hall at all. There certainly weren't any signs pointing the way, and although from time to time she heard distant footsteps, all faded before she could find their source.

Although, what would she say to anyone she did stumble upon? There really wasn't a succinct way to explain who she was and what she was doing here.

A few minutes into this worry, she heard another set of approaching steps. She sighed, expecting these steps to vanish into the darkness as well - but this time, someone actually appeared, tinted green by the light of the owl. Tiger's eyebrows rose at the sight of a fox's tail and ears; so there were other anthropomorphs here. "Not the time for waxing poetic on how you're not 'alone' anymore," Tiger reminded herself.

The mage's friendly greeting took Tiger by surprise. There was enough of a forced tone in the stranger's voice that at least she was aware something wasn't right. Only then did it occur to Tiger how suspicious this probably looked, skulking through the dark in a cloak, and carrying an owl of all creatures. "I - ah. Yes. Yes, I"m here to join the Guild." Shaking her head slightly, Tiger went on, "I saw some of your mages in Brassport, and headed the way I saw them leave. My plan was to knock, but then that tremor...happened."

After a second's hesitation, Tiger held out her hand. "I'm Tiger. And, ah, speaking of interesting times...do you know where the dining hall is? I'd like to help."

[Lord Hayati]

Krisseh cackled as the Generator started to come back to life. Anyone in the guild would find that the power would be restored... but that wouldn't last for long.

"DESSMUTE!"

she had turned the generator into ice cream. Her Dessert magic started to turn the whole guild into something that could fit into Candy land. Happy with the impending chaos she was about to create, the underdeeped usul started work on the now taffy steel doors. Her magic quickly raced through every nook and cranny of the manor. Paintings became made of candy laces, Stone sculptures became made of lolipops, plants were transformed into jello, and the walls themselve became made of Chocolate and gingerbread.

While the mages in the guild were unaffected by the spell Krisseh cast, it was only a matter of time before the guild turned against them.

"Now its time to escape from this place, and go to the village of steam."

she let out a roar of evil laughter.

[Celestial]

The whole Manor shook again. The Archmage sturggled to get into the air, deciding in a split second that she would be safer with her feet off the ground. With horror, Celestial watched as the walls and furniture turned into sweets. The room filled with the sweet, sickly aroma of chocolate and gingerbread. It was definitely Krisseh's doing but she was much more powerful. The Underdeep was using her somehow but why, why would she do such a thing.

The Lbirarian got up from his chair just as it became a rich dark chocolate. His dark brown, almost black eyes were full of rage.

"My books."

Celestial's eyes widened. Yes, that was one thing the Underdeep did not consider when transmuting the manor: the wrath of the Librarian. The guy had been known to frighten apprentices senseless for spilling a drop of orange juice on them, let alone turning them into sweets.

"It will pay," he said, emotionless as ever but nevertheless, the Archmage managed to catch a hint of something in his voice, something that chilled her to the marrow. But she could not think about that now. She had to get everyone out. There was no telling what the Manor would do now that it was controlled by the Underdeep.

"I'm sorry, Librarian but-"

"My books-" he said again. Celestial glared at him.

"We'll get your books back. But right now, I am responsible for your safety. We will find a way to get the Manor back to normal but now is not the time for that. We need to find everyone else, get out of here and then stop that thing rampaging. This is an order from your Archmage," she hissed at him angrily. For a moment, the room became colder and darker as the Librarian regarded her. However, finally, he nodded.

"Yes, Archmage."

"Good. Now," she turned towards the door, "Where are all those professors of Unseen University?"

Celestial flew out of the dining room, the Librarian hot on her heels. She had to admit, she did not remember the Manor being this twisty but nevertheless, looking over the original building blueprints, before the magic was added, was coming in very handy right now. It was one of the things she did when she took over, admittedly while ignoring some other very pressing concerns. Still, it wasn't like that cracked magic portal or the lack fo chains on aggressive living books mattered now.

She come to the main hall and the grand staircase. The Archmage sat down, knowing that this was going to take a lot of energy. She visualised the map of the Manor in her head and spun her hand like a spindle. As she did so, threads of fire unwound themselves from it and flew down all corridors, allowing anybody who was down them to follow the thread to her. Another thing that was nice was mythology. Greek mythology was probably not the best to teach your kids life lessons but it provided some nice ideas for spells.

Hopefully that would lead everyone to her easily. There was no time to dally.