So it begins...

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The sun found it's way to the horizon far to the west of the St. Catherine's campus. The skies turned from blue to orange, red to the black of twilight. But on the horizon an eerie glow remained, longer than should be the case even at dusk

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[loaghaire]

There wasn't much that broke through Laurian's days, until a few days ago. All of a sudden, she'd lost her Slayer powers, reducing her to being almost crippled and unable to walk. It had been her Slayer strength that allowed her to walk; without it, she could hardly do anything

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The first wave of undead warriors had already descended upon the dorms. These shock troops had not even stopped to arm themselves; rather, they seemed to delight in the sick, barbaric pleasure of rending flesh with their own skeletal claws. And though St. Catherine's was normally a well-fortified stronghold filled with trained magical girls of every sort, this army struck in a moment of weakness. There seemed little that anyone could do, and the reanimated dead took advantage of that fact.

As Laurian looked out over the battlefield all that could be seen was pain and misery. Even the most battle-ready students and professors struggled to control their new powers, if they had yet learned what they were capable of. Meanwhile younger girls with no combat training now wielded the awesome powers of Slayers or Mages and rushed foolishly into battle only to be overtaken by the unholy horde. If something were not done soon, the entire campus and every memory of the place once known as St. Catherine's would be no more.

[loaghaire]

This did not look good. Trained Slayer were left defenseless without their powers. Those who suddenly had them, were not trained in the use of weapons and thus just as defenseless. Laurian did not waste much more time. She staggered to the door, worked herself outside, sank through her knees and began to pray. Prayers that usually would be said in her head were now almost chanted out loud for a bigger effect.

A faint white light began to ripple over the ground, with Laurian in the center. Any professor of student who stood inside this circle would get a glimpse of insight how they had to control their powers in order to defeat the army. And any undead inside the circle was soon burning with holy fire until only ashes remained.

OOC: Don't know how large the school campus is and how many undead there are, but... a circle of 50m radius sounds alright? It has to build up, of course. It starts small and then grows bigger and bigger.

[randomnpcs]

Laurian may be all but defenseless, weakened by injury and stripped of all her normal powers, but she still held on to the most powerful force of all...her faith in God. She kneeled in prayer, and seeing an opportunity the undead force rushed to overwhelm her. But at the sound of the Lord's name the evil spirits that reanimated those corpses were forced to flee returning back to the depths of Hell. The skeletal warriors fell apart at every joint, the useless piles of bones smoldering in that holy light until they were mere piles of ash.

[loaghaire]

Laurian continued to pray. A circle of white light rippled over the ground, growing with every passing second. People would be safe inside it. They could catch their breath, attend their wounds or think of new strategies. It was all she could do.

And more, Laurian realized when she remembered her new powers. The mind of a Seer could look far if one concentrated hard. Laurian had long grown used to pray while doing something else, although that something else was usually fighting a monster. Now she had to search for the person responsible. She closed her eyes, her lips moving in an endless, mindless chant while her mind searched off the campus for the one responsible.

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The undead tried to attack the Lord's chosen warrior in force. They all met the same fate. No evil spirit could withstand the power of God Himself, flowing through one of His faithful. As the rings of the purest light surrounded Laurian, spreading even further out, they did more than provide sanctuary to the other magical girls fighting for their lives. With each ring that radiated outward, the number of fallen warriors grew. Each met the same end as each went up in a pyre of holy flame that eradicated their very existence from this earth