this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
“A life within a life, a dream within a dream. If you do not wake up, do you obtain immortality?”[break] -Unknown, Unknown Grimoire.[break][break] the character is in a library-- there’s a small crowd of five around the particular section; a few people the character may or may not know. there seem to be fewer books, although the library itself is looking just as bright if not brighter than it usually is. They are doing whatever they are likely to be doing, contemplating about the events of the previous day, or the night before, or just musing to themselves. The setting is entirely normal, and there is no ominous dark cloud or really anything dreadful at all. But then-- the character wakes up. [break][break] Suddenly and with a jolt, like they have been having a nightmare this whole time (despite the fact they can, almost vividly, recall what they were doing minutes before). They wake up in a museum, the Sundial Museum of all places (as bustling as ever, though this section seems more quiet). Whether they jolt while standing up, or perhaps they had (apparently) been resting on a bench is up to you. The people around them begin to wake up as well, all in different situations but all seemingly just as lost. But the thought strikes and strikes hard-- had they really been sleeping?? It had certainly felt so real...[break][break] And aren’t those the same people they had seen in the library-- correction-- in their seeming dream of the library?
Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth
Eira was unable to shake the discomfort that took hold of her core despite the harmless atmosphere the library seemed to offer, the brightness of the room should have felt comforting and the small crowd of people joined in the same section as her should have provided some semblance of solace. Perhaps it was because her familiar appeared to be quiet this time around with her or was it because she was surrounded with unfamiliar faces? Eira was unsure of the answer and she assumed it could have been the combination of both. Nevertheless, she allowed herself to calm once rattled nerves and she extended a hand out to grab one of the few books on the shelf.
She breathed out a small sigh, fingers moving to turn the cover of the page before the whole room appeared to be engulfed in a smog of darkness– her body growing light while her mind grew hazy; the library turning into a distant memory. It was only when she jolted up with a sharp gasp that brought her back into the reality, her chest clenched with a feeling of discomfort and her breath heavy from the rush of adrenaline she felt. Eira snapped her eyes open, pale gaze peering up at the ceiling about her before she urges herself to sit up from one of the benches of the museum, “Lucia…?” She mumbles underneath her breath, hoping that her familiar would answer her now and offer some answer as to why she was asleep in the museum yet, she was only greeted by that same silence before.
Eira raises a hand to adjust a few stray hairs on her head, slowly taking hold of her bearings as she observes the scene around her; the five people from her dreams were there with her… or so she assumed. Were they all dreaming or were they all under some very elaborate illusion, “H-Hey!” Eira soon calls out, her once quiet voice bouncing off the walls of the building; unsure whether or voice would grab the attention of the museum goers or the attention of the people she witnessed in the library just moments ago, “Do you know what’s going on?”
Today started out great. Zari regularly spent a lot of time studying in the library, so there was nothing weird about that. The space provided a nice, quiet area separate from the never-ending horde of brothers and sisters back home. Even though she moved out ages ago, the habit stuck. So there she sat, preparing to write a report on something important.
Problem was, none of those notes made any sense. Zari frowned and tapped her thumb on the table, trying to understand even a single word. As soon as she blinked, the entire world changed around her. The sudden shifting around sent her brain into overdrive. Her first instinct was to back away (as if that would do anything) only to find her legs weren't working properly. One foot tripped over the other and nearly sent her to the ground.
Fortunately, the young Knight landed against a wall and managed to avoid falling completely. At least this position even managed to provide a better view of the entire room. After taking a good look around, reason gradually kicked in and succeeded in calming her down. There was no immediate cause to stay on alert, aside from the apparent gap in her memory. Last month's flying octopus was way worse.
Before moving on, she automatically searched through her pockets in case someone had tried to rob her. Everything seemed normal. The gathering of white-haired girls nearby appeared to be just as confused about the situation, so whatever happened couldn't be their fault. One of them asked a question, but Zari didn't expect a super useful response. Whoever messed with her probably got them too. If this was all caused by a dumb spell, the witch responsible could still be close by. She'd have to magically scan the area in a moment.
"Someone wanted to try out their new material before the next prank war? That, or we're all hungover. " she shrugged. It was hard to assume anything worse took place without any evidence--unless that library was a memory from, like, a week ago. Then there'd be plenty of time to clean up.
Regardless, an unexpected mystery wasn't the worst problem in the world to have. At least she had some new friends to help out.
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jun 22, 2017 2:53:47 GMT
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Lynnelia was sitting in a small section of the library, fingers edging across the book backs as her pale eyes skimmed the titles. There weren’t many available where she was, but Lynn didn’t complain; it lessened the odds of her losing track of what she was looking for by distracting herself with other stories that may have piqued her interest. [break] She was humming idly as she looked, paying little mind to the four others there with her — she wasn’t the most sociable witch in the world, so instead of engaging them in meaningless chatter, she minded her own business; best to leave things unexplored than awkward, in some cases. And even though she did think she recognized one of them, at least vaguely, this didn’t spark any possible advances. [break] Gaze finally settling on something promising, Lynnelia deftly pulled out a book and gave it a brief flip-through before taking an empty seat, making herself comfortable enough to enjoy the story. [break] She was a meager five pages in when it happened. [break] It was as if a darkness enveloped her all at once, and suddenly, she was unable to spot a thing; not the words, not the pages, not the space around her — nothing. The next she was aware, her entire being was elsewhere, and, with an almost inaudible yelp and a strong jolt, Lynnelia toppled off of a bench and right onto the floor. [break] The floor of the Sundial Museum, that is. [break] Slowly raising herself up from the ground and dusting herself off, Lynnelia cast a dubious look around her. It seemed the people she’d been with before— or maybe just seen before? what was going on?— had followed her there. They all seemed rather disgruntled themselves, but before Lynnelia made a move to say something, she felt an absence that shook her beyond confusion and into panic. [break] Medea? [break] Silence. [break] It was unlike the fox to leave her unanswered in this sort of situation, so the panic in her bones could hardly be unfounded — she could swear something was wrong. [break] The thoughts swirling and clouding her mind were soon interrupted by voices: the others! [break] “No clue,” she offered to the girl who seemed familiar (if she remembered correctly, her name was Eira, so that bit was comforting… slightly) before turning her head to the bright, violet-haired woman, merely nodding in consideration before a thought came to her. She couldn’t be the only one; this couldn’t all be a coincidence… right? [break] “Okay, this might sound weird, but… were any of you in the library earlier? And, by earlier, I mean in the last few minutes.” Lynnelia was probably losing her mind, but it was worth a shot, and her paranoia was only starting to worsen as time ticked on.
The setting was, first of all, completely out of her comfort zone. With a predator's eyes and yellowing teeth-- a stomach for ale instead of books, Rhea wasn't really the most well cultured or sophisticated. Magic was natural to her, and she had never really learned much other than what she had taught herself.
And words were complicated, often too small, and just cumbersome to read.
So when Rhea woke up in a daze she felt mildly confronted. However it was when she wound up in a museum that she knew something had gone awfully wrong. Her familiar was a presnece she was used to having cast away- Zerif preferred to take to his lonesome in the skies. But there was something unmistakably off about this museum.
She stood up with a jolt from the bench. In all twenty-six years of her life, she had never doubted her intuition.
"I've been hammered up but never enough to wake up in this place, yeah?" she said to the purple haired girl, recognition flashing in her eyes as she eyed the other three. They all looked alike, but she remembered one from the beach, and the other two from Percy's vivid description of the so called 'Pasta Night.'
Rhea shakes her head skeptically at the girl's question. "What an odd dream," she says, wondering when on earth she would wake up and the feeling of her heart hammering needlessly in her chest would finally subside. But if it was a dream, would she be able to question it so freely? And why, why on earth wasn't she waking up?
She shakes her head. "No. You're right." Her conviction is sudden but sharp and unfaltering. There is something afoot. "The library." She affirms it all with just the words, eyes growing even more intense as she does. "What the fuck is going on?"
in a cabin out where it's cold there's a waiter serving time he remembers she said "I'll be there yes I'll be there someday when the snow thaws" so he stands watching the snow fall in his hand a clock on a platter he remembers she said "I'll be there yes I'll be there every night your eyes dream" "DREAM DREAM MY LONELY ONE"
[attr="class","waiter"]there's nothing unnatural. at least that's what most, if not all people believe in. the silver haired woman glided her fingers across the spines of each individual book, her eyes a glow a softy blueish colour as she saw a book simply pushed off towards the edge of a shelf. there are many books like this, just idly there, waiting for someone to push them back in -- or maybe, they just beg to be picked up and read for the first time. there are few of them and yet they all yearn to be picked up by someone.
by law or decree by the person who placed a sickened joke on her, she sensed there was something wrong. before the darkness, before the odd feeling of dread in her stomach, nike (and some others) found themselves in the museum. this... this is the fourth time i've been sucked into some magic like that. her hand went up to her eyes, two fingers pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out a frustrated sigh.
a bit farther than the rest, observing more of her surrounding before doing something out of character for her -- she observed. just for a while before walking over. the clicking of her boots and the sway of her clothes matching as she stopped. arms with nowhere to go, just cross over her chest as she looked at them. "if it matters, i was also in the library, though, i don't believe i have seen any of you before." a strand of silver hair moves out of place and she unconsciously moved it back behind her ear.
she turned to each individual person. it occurred to her, majority right here and now are filled with leviathan and the purple haired... she wasn't too sure. almost a glare, nike shook her head a bit. "if we're hungover, i hope to the almighty that it wasn't laced with anything... dangerous or potentially so."
if anything... it feels almost unnatural for a huge amount people to be teleported here, no novice or even beginner witchling could do this. bah, i should have stayed home when i had the chance to.
your group completed the win condition of the previous round. no particular deaths have occurred, though injuries may occur/continue to occur at your own discretion. [break][break] the previous win condition was a group effort. the condition was simply ensure all characters interact in some way congratulations, and good luck once again! you'll be needing it :')
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group b round 2
"To some dreams are a passing figment of life- another aspect left unexplored by virtue of lack of curiosity. But others exist, for whom dreams are their lives. And their lives are but a dream."
[break] - Unknown, Untitled Grimoire[break][break] this establishment rivals the library of alexandria; grand, luxurious, and filled with opulence only royalty can rival. the giant statues of yanus and marjane stand on each side of the room in front of a large glass window, and the entrance of the museum sits in the center. in their glory, they are nearly tall enough to brush against the ceiling. You find yourself helpless to feel small in such a grand museum, but your sense of awe strikes and sticks at once.[break][break] it's then that you see cracks form against their stoney skin, dust falling in their wake. and with a huge shudder and groan the statues start moving on their own accord. swings of a blade arc across the ceiling and the ground rumbles under such impact. giant pieces of the once illustrious library are falling. The rival witches take their stances- swords and wands and tomes drawn but crumbling under time.[break][break] Huge chunks of the ceiling rain down, marbled pieces fall and crash. People are screaming and running in different directions. As the chaos ensues, more things crash and collide.[break][break] What do you do?
Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth
Eira hummed in soft acknowledgement to each voice that seemed to answer her once panicked question before a reluctant sigh slipped past her light colored lips, “I would like to point out that I’m not one to get drunk like that, but I’m sure being drunk would have been a slightly better answer to this mystery than nothing at all.” She admitted, casting a small glance towards the purple haired stranger, “It doesn’t seem like a plausible solution to our situation, I’m sure some of us would be in pain or feel extremely sick if we were hungover like that…” Eira mused aloud though she was quick to wave her hand, dismissing the idea for now.
It wasn’t too long before a second voice joined in on their conversation and she cocked her head slightly to look at the owner of the voice, it was a face that she recognized– Ophélie, if she recalled correctly. Her eyes widened slightly in disbelief when the girl posed an interesting question… was someone connecting them to the same dream? “I’m not sure how much time slipped by, but I remember being in the library and I do recall seeing all of you there.” She confirmed, her voice growing quieter while her brows furrowed in thought; she wasn’t scared yet, but she was certainly on edge when others were quick to confirm. Who the hell was messing with all of them?
“Does this mean someone had us all share a dream?” Eira spoke after a moment, this was all implying that they had shared a dream in the first place and quite frankly; that would be a far more extreme answer to their problems than the previous thought of alcohol, “How are we certain that they aren’t doing that right now to us? If being in this museum is a dream at all...”
The entire ordeal was confusing to her though she hardly doubted the others stuck here with her were handling the situation any better. Eira soon excused herself from her bench, standing up from the cold seat slowly and observing the area around her; noting the grand marble interior the museum seemed to have and the doors lied in the center of the building. She looked at the regular museum goers once more, watching them quietly from her position. Why hadn’t any of the visitors checked on them? The entire situation wasn’t settling well with her.
“Doesn’t it seem a bit odd that none of the visitors here took notice to an-” Her words were cut short, the marble building seeming to creak around them while the two grand statues before the exit seemed to crack and move before them. Despite the museum goers barely batting an eye towards them, they were fast to turned frenzied as the walls around them seemed to crumble; weather away like time was eating at them too quickly, “Shit, I think we need to go!” Eira manages after a moment, stumbling back when one of the statues swung a grand blade; the floor rumbling underneath its movements.
Things were going wrong fast and she wasn’t willing to stay in the museum any longer than she needed– she wasn’t willing to be crushed underneath the rubble of marble and concrete, “I suggest you all head for the exits unless you have a death wish!” She prompts them though she wasn’t going to force anyone to follow her lead. With that, she was quick to rush towards the doors that lied just after the statues; it seemed like a death wish to get there and the decaying walls around them were no help either, but she was hell bent towards that exit. There was no way they could fight two grand statues at such colossal size.
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jun 24, 2017 9:59:37 GMT
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Everything was making Lynnelia’s head pound; she couldn’t connect things properly for a few minutes, thoughts racing with endless possibilities as to why or how they had all gotten into the mess they found themselves in. It was just ridiculous, in her eyes— there was no explanation, at least not yet, but she was set to uncover the truth regardless. Her hardened expression surveyed the area around the group furiously, eyes sharp, as though looking for discrepancies in the environment; a mistake that would lead her in the right direction. [break] Her look didn’t waver when the black-and-white-haired girl responded to her statement, her gaze merely glossing over for a moment as she absorbed what was said, followed by another voice chiming in to confirm Lynnelia’s suspicions. [break] So, I’m not the only one who remembers the library. At least I’m not completely losing my mind… that’s a positive. [break] “I think there’s something more… sinister going on than a simple hangover here,” she murmured softly, though it was by no means a comment made inaudible to the others near her. Too many things pointed toward something deeper than a night of deep drinking— besides, Lynnelia usually wasn’t one to even take one sip of alcohol, let alone get inebriated enough to end up in the state they were in presently. Chalk it up to her paranoia-driven behavior, unwilling to risk a slip of the tongue or loss of consciousness, but it wasn’t a habit that had steered her wrong yet. [break] “But the question is— what’s the connection between the library and the museum? And what do all of us in particular have to do with it?” [break] Her attention was diverted to Eira as the girl spoke before she was cut off by something far more alarming than what they’d experienced before: the statues were animating. [break] As the structure began to collapse and Eira gave warning for them to leave before they perished, while Lynnelia’s first instinct was to do the same, she couldn’t help but weigh the odds of death if she did: the entire building was giving way, it seemed, and she’d have to take a chance with breaking for the exit which was accessed through going toward the statues. If Medea was with her, she might’ve stood a chance with her Skate ability — that is, if mana was even stable enough to perform any magic where they were. [break] Deciding it was the better option, she sprinted, ducking under debris and weaving through the chaos of the room, though not without injury; she could swear there was blood running down her face as she felt a sharp object collide with her forehead, and there was an ache in her ankle she attributed to a particularly sharp turn. Despite this, she pushed forward, rushing toward the door with all the energy she had in her, throwing her arm out in front of her when she reached the handle…
"Mhm." Zari gave her best trust-me-I'm-still-listening reaction as she pulled up a hand-held screen to better observe the area. Cool, magic still works. To be honest, she had started to lose interest in figuring out why the five of them were at the museum. Like, clearly none of them could trust their own memory at this point. Hanging out in a library was too boring to be a dream anyway. Where were all the usual action and heroic moments of superiority?
Chances are, there's some culprit involved who did. . . something to them. If they find the criminal it would be easy to interrogate them afterward. Then they can all feel better. Her attempts to find anything suspicious were currently failing, but it should all work out in the end. She had to look on the bright side or she'd be too afraid to continue. There doesn't seem to be anything keeping them in the room. Maybe they could just leave.
Before she had a chance to bring any of this up, a loud rumbling cut off that one girl mid-sentence. Zari looked up and immediately regretted that decision. On any normal day, simply taking a glance at those two statues would've been enough to make her feel lightheaded for a moment. But now their moving and trying to murder everyone. Man, right after she managed to calm down the universe wanted to give her a heart attack.
For the briefest nanosecond, she almost wished she knew how to fight, but what the fuck those things are gigantic. You'd need a whole squad to take them down. Her nerd magic isn't useful here. She followed the others headed towards that door. At least she could call the authorities, or tell them what happened inside.
There had to be another exit that didn't require running towards the danger, but who had to look for one? Not Zari. The random people running around caught her attention as she had to avoid bumping into them on the way. It was kind of her job to care about helping others, but let's be honest. They had a better shot of finding a way to get out on their own. She probably couldn't convince them to head straight past those statues, not in her current state of mind. Sorry NPC's. Good luck.
For now, it was time to focus on steering clear of all the chunks of rubble flying around. Hey, maybe once she got between the two statues, they'd end up hitting each other and everything would be fine.
She eyes the short haired silverette with suspicion. Sharing a dream? That sounded far-fetched. Rhea had never shared a dream before. But when she pointed it out like that her thoughts quickly centered around herself. What if she was having a dream? She doubted these people were real, and she had run across them before. Or maybe seen them on a street. If she was the only one that was dreaming, that would be okay.
She would just have to wake up. Right?[break][break]
She didn't respond to the rest of her conversation- her thoughts quickly internalizing. Which only happened on two occasions: if she was scheming, or if she was completely out of options. And she had to scheme to be making here.[break][break]
Then the statues rumbled. Like great stoney giants they sprang to life, and for a minute Rhea found herself in awe. [break][break] The two famous alchemists whose names she never bothered to learn. They were larger than every person, every being. And for a split second she felt like she had left her body and she was now staring at herself from the outside looking in. And she was wide eyed with long black hair tied with a red ribbon. And she suddenly morphed and grew older, and her face changed and the surroundings did. [break][break] It seemed to take her a while to register that her life was flashing before her eyes. [break][break] Rhea bolted, but her legs were trembling. And when things shook, they crumbled apart. Things like resolve and things like legs, both just as easily.[break][break]
Her feet caught on an odd piece of tile and her hands sprung forth to sheild her body from the floor. The impact jolted her whole torso awake- but it was no use. A chunk of the ceiling crashed against her sprawled legs and she screamed in pain, like she had not done in a long long while.[break][break]
She pulled at her legs but they would not come out.
She stared as the others ran away. Was this the end?
your group has failed the win condition of the previous round. because of this, rhea gale and nike blackwell have died. they are no longer allowed to participate in the group event, but may partake in the sub event. [break][break] the previous win condition was an individual effort. the condition was to escape the building. my condolences, may you have more luck in the next round.
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group b round 3
"As of current, three villages have turned into ghost towns overnight. Entire tribes have been uprooted. The government must act, lest they admit to their cowardice."
[break] - [Unnamed Council Member] Council of Salem 1780[break][break] The group (or what’s left of it) makes it out the door. The museum behind them seems to deteriorate by the second- a sense of helplessness rises as they for a brief minute forget about the instance at the library. They forget entirely the kind of nightmare they are in for a few seconds and are absorbed in that sorrow or that shock or that sheer adrenaline rush.[break][break]
And then they wake up. All of them at once (though they will realize that of their little group rhea gale and nike blackwell are absent). [break][break] Lazily as the harsh summer sun beats down on them from above. The sky is bluer than the sea and the coulds stretch on for miles and miles. And there is dirt and sand all about them.[break][break] And then, in one mass, the fanatic screaming of a hundred thousand spectators.[break][break] When they wake up they will realize that they are in a gladiator’s ring -albiet in the same clothes they were in before, carrying nothing spectacular to suit this dream’s tastes). And a small metal contraption is rising up. It unloads itself- and a gigantic tiger springs from the cage- body armored and eyes red.[break][break] There is no time to think. [break][break] The tiger attacks. [break][break]
Alright. Time for everyone to step out of this building into the relative safety of the outside world.
Except, they're not all there?
Zari didn't notice anything before with all the screaming and chaos around, but one of the four people she kinda had to care about was now lying on the floor. Something must've gone wrong, or else she would have gotten back up by now, right? Maybe she needed help.
Zari took one step back in order to go be a hero, but couldn't force herself to actually head over there. She looked down at her tiny hands, then glanced at that giant rock. There was no way her pitiful strength would help lift that piece of the building. Not even with magic. And then what? She'd probably have to help drag the poor girl along. Nah, that wouldn't work. If they all got together and—forget it, there's no time. They'd die. It's a choice between all of them or one of them. Sucks to suck, but Zari had to live through this.
Any lingering regret for bailing vanished along with the rest of the museum. Her brain sort of shut down for a moment as she tried to process what was happening. The only explanation was the one she dismissed a few minutes ago. This really was a dream. Or an illusion. Either way, her chances of surviving drastically improved. She just had to hang out until her real self woke up. The others should be fine...if they even existed outside of her imagination.
Looking up at the excited crowd surrounding this supposed arena, Zari doubted any of them even had faces. Their enthusiasm gave her energy, a brief smile flashing across her face. When the giant cage rose up from the ground she let out a nervous laugh. “Ah, this is so dumb, I love it.”
Once the armored tiger popped out of his cage, she turned away and sprinted as fast as she could. Getting eaten alive didn't sound like a fun time, even though it wasn't real. Besides, splitting up might give someone in this group time to find a weakness for that thing.
Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth
Eira pushed through the frenzied the crowd, their screams drowning out her own thoughts yet her gaze remained fixated on the door before her, unaware of the gruesome events that were unfolding behind her. She was only pulled away from her thoughts when her hand firmly grasped the handle of the door, the pained screams of one girl ringing through her ears– she hadn’t bothered learning her name nor did she really care to learn it. Eira glanced back in her, almost hesitating in her movements; almost as if she was considering on helping them out. She shakes her head, a small defeated sigh slipping past her lips before she forced her body out the door. If it was dream, the girl should have been fine, if it wasn’t? Eira was unsure of the answer herself.
Despite her body being battered and bruised from the rubble, she steps out into the light though the transition wasn’t quite as smooth as the first. Instead of being consumed by darkness, she was consumed by the blinding her light; her mind going hazy and nearly forgetting the events that occurred moments ago in the crumbling museum. It was only the loud cheers of a crowd that brought her back to reality, or rather the illusion their group had to endure. Rather than notable places in Sundial like they were at previously, their remaining group appeared to be in a grand coliseum, “Here I thought this would be over…”
The spectators cheers only seemed to grow louder.
Eira eventually turns her head to focus on the one thing they seemed particularly excited about and her heart nearly sank as she helplessly watched a cage rise from the ground; how much more would they need to endure? Her body tensed, stepping back as the large beast stepped out from its cage and she peered back into its red gleaming eyes, “Always the unfair advantage.” She mutters under her breath though was quick to sprint to one side of the coliseum when the purple haired girl had. Could spells work in dreams? Again, she was unsure of the answer though there was also a chance even if it could fail.
She immediately turns her head to either member, peering helplessly through the veil that concealed her eyes; some part of her hope that by her posture, either one of them could guess she needed a distraction. Yet, without a moment's thought, she attempts to focus her mana regardless while her mind tries to recall the contents of the scroll– Nightmare Chronicles #2. Eira extends her hand as soon as she was able to imagine something in her mind, attempting to inflict the beast with the illusion of several sharp daggers into its skin. She was unsure how well the spell would work though some part of her still held hope that a nightmare tiger could still feel pain.
Post by lynnelia arnett on Jun 26, 2017 8:19:01 GMT
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As her fingers grasped the doorknob and turned, she heard a distinct cry of pain, head whipping backward to catch sight of who was screaming only to land on the fallen figure of the black-and-white haired woman. Lynnelia’s eyes widened, lips parting into a gasp; half of her was screaming for her to leave, while the other half wanted so desperately to help the girl. She turned on her heel on impulse, starting towards the girl; she reached about two steps forward before a massive chunk of stone nearly missed hitting her, blocking off her path, eliciting a frustrated groan. [break] Maybe… [break] Would something like Witch’s Call work in this situation? Could she even move what was weighing her down? [break] It was worth a shot. [break] She concentrated as best she could to remember the incantation, her hand reaching out and her brows furrowing with determination, but before she could even finish the spell, she felt herself being pulled away, the girl falling farther and farther from her vision until… [break] Everything changed again. [break] She was met with the roar of an overly excited crowd and, upon casting a bewildered look about her, found that she was now in a coliseum — with only Eira and the purple-haired woman, the one she’d tried to save and the other light-haired girl nowhere to be found. Lynnelia couldn’t help the pang of guilt and worry hitting her stomach, though she quickly dismissed it: she had to survive. [break] Before she knew it, her two companions had sped off in different directions, and Lynn soon realized why; a massive tiger was being transported into the stadium, and it did by no means look particularly playful. She dashed off herself, unwilling to be the first caught in its sight and began circling around the cage at a good distance away. [break] Her eyes caught sight of Eira; the witch seemed to be casting something, and it was then Lynn remembered a spell that could be useful: homocast! [break] It would be a simple distraction, if pulled off correctly, that just might give Eira enough time… maybe she could even try leading the beast back into it’s cage? [break] Taking a deep breath, Lynnelia slowed to a stop, focusing her energy into diverting her own mana into manifesting as that which she was trying to summon: the base form of Medea, an arctic fox. The creature would be small, but by no means useless, and, as the pressure built, Lynnelia had to repeatedly calm herself enough where she could cast without as much risk. [break] She had unknowingly closed her eyes, and upon opening them, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. [break] A furry, fluffy, white fox standing before her. It worked?! [break] Snapping herself out of her momentary glee, Lynnelia wasted no time in directing the fox to go sprinting toward the cage to draw the creature’s attention, feeling the tax of the spell on her body every second the fox remained summoned. Hopefully it would buy them enough time for Eira’s spell to work, too…
Today started out great. Zari regularly spent a lot of time studying in the library, so there was nothing weird about that. The space provided a nice, quiet area separate from the never-ending horde of brothers and sisters back home. Even though she moved out ages ago, the habit stuck. So there she sat, preparing to write a report on something important.
Burning on the dancefloor,to rise like a Phoenix
