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.
OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?
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THE JUDGEMENT MAN HOLDS MY FATE. AS I GAZE AROUND THE ROOM, THEIR EYES ARE LIKE KNIVES: COULD DECAPITATE.
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She is one of the Knights in Eclipse Town, leading people to safety. She calls out to the people with a certain urgency, as their foe is a monster which seems to make its objection clear. No, they cannot have people sacrificed to this monster. Her sole goal is to help the people out of Eclipse, into Sundial which is much safer, through the Eluvian Mirrors.
[break][break]She is one of the people who leave themselves behind in the now quiet town, to fight the monster who makes its grand entrance through the trees. She is a witness to the demands of the wraith, watches as the sun hides from the shadows of Jahr, feels the mana in the area drain from them. Rogue is there - always - on her shoulder, and he's unusually silent.
[break][break]She does not move for what feels like an hour. An inner voice is telling her this monster is out of her league.
[break][break]But there are people around her, witches ready to fight off the wraith. She silences the seed of doubt in her mind, and stays her ground; no person is going to become the Jahr's sacrifice here. They have all chosen to fight, and she makes it a choice to fight alongside them as well.
[break][break]She remains near the other witches within range, and watches as someone makes the first attack against the dragon - Aiden, she recognizes the witch - and feels the drained mana rise up again, albeit slowly. It's enough for her to cast the spell, however. As other attacks are placed - Aiden's spell; a swarm of butterflies; the mana regenerating; and now a crystalline dragon - she focuses for now on her own.
[break][break]Emery's limbs change into that of earth and rock, and she grows taller and taller, bigger and bigger; and after a few moments, she now takes the form of a giant made of earth. She summons earthen spikes from the earth and hurls it at the wraith, hopefully enough to penetrate it.
[break][break]She wants to say something - Emery knows of the Jahr's weaknesses from the legend, and thinks she has a spell for it - but could they hear her? She tries to talk mentally through those around them through the athenian interface cast earlier by another witch in the area. The Jahr doesn't like explosions, doesn't it? She tells everyone that could hear, It doesn't like bright lights and red as well... would ROCK TRIGGER work? Though there's the certain threat that it would destroy Eclipse Town if I cast it carelessly...
Post by heath ambroise on Dec 26, 2019 4:30:44 GMT
Heath stares up at the beast and he can only hear one thing, ringing in his ears: whispers, screams, gasps. A cacophony of sound as the edges of Eclipse Town, shrouded in flora that has guarded them since creation, that cries out at the invasion. He is rapt, speechless, not only in the size of Jahr, but the terror he has already inspired. There is nothing when he begs for help to the plants around him just a roar of pain.
As Jahr moves through the little work he set to earlier, there is a shout that cracks the silence. He watches a ginger brat snap back and like a ripple, many other voices speak out and magic swirls and familiars move. Mana previously being dragged into the wraith is pulled back on just a bit and he feels himself click into place amongst many others. His eyes glow bright as he opens an interface, and sees he at least has good company. "I like that plan." He said, sending back a message before pausing, blood pressure rising after settling in relief of having back up. "If you're going to help save my home, then have the decency to minimize your damage to it. Move in closer." The pinkette snapped back, as Sinclair stepped out of the astral the join his witch, now bubbling with frustration.
The sight of a dragon surprises him but he supposes given the situation, everyone was about to push their magic to its limits. Better get started. He spots a converging force eyes looking over briefly at the magic displayed before deciding to move within range. Whatever it was, it was probably good. He needed to get closer anyway. Hopefully they didn't all get squashed. As he closes in he notes he can recognize some. That irritating editor who seemed to be the source of the magic circle, and, of course, Billy. "Good to see you for once." He says, feeling a little better at the sight of another friend as mana surges around him. Sinclair bristles, overwhelmed for a moment. It's a funny feeling, but he supposed if they waited to see what Jahr could do they might all die instantly. Better bust everything out now. "And thanks, whoever, for the pick me up."
Mana coalesces at Heath's fingertips and as he sloy wiggles his fingers he feels a connection with the destroyed plants at Jahr's feet. He feels energy become a tether and when it goes taught, the witch yanks his fingers back and watches roots of crushed plants wriggle wildly before stabbing upwards, and sideways as they attempted to rip into the wraith's body. He had never fought a wraith before though. Hr wasn't sure if they could bleed. Sinclair has no clue either, but it's irrelevant to him. Clinging to his witch's back the air around the spears sparkles and shines as ice particles grow and grow. Tiny sparrows become unrecognizable icicles. Sinclair has no patience for elegance at the moment. Sharp, pieces of ice swirl menacingly before flying forward at flesh marked by Heath's spears.
[attr="class","doradolyrics"]Into the light that spreads out before us, Toward the future that no one knows of, This walk will be a legend in the Days to come, the el dorado.
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[attr="class","doradotag"] @everyone ;v; Caleb is late to the party but hey at least he's here now
It seems as though he's a little late, and it's unfortunate.
[break][break]A while ago, he had passed by the crowds, so many of them screaming and pleading; the Helios Knights was busy escorting the people out of the Eluvian Mirrors where they have emerged from. Caleb, in a dark cloak, bumped into a few of them, but he didn't stumble back. He's in a hurry. He is needed in the fight.
[break][break]And now, in front of him, is a massive dragon, demanding his sacrifice, eyes red and bloody from the battle he had fought in defeat thousands of years ago. The golden scales -- or what has been left of it -- would have shone brightly, had it not been for its huge form blocking out the sun. He feels his mana drain of him; Aria, in her plane, can feel it too. She materializes from thin air, perched on her master's shoulder. Caleb stares silently at the wraith, heart filled with determination.
[break][break]So this is Jahr.
[break][break]And so, a huge round of spells are cast, all to fight the dragon against; Caleb leaps as high as the air could take him, and lands on a roof. He runs to the house that is closest to Jahr, and as he watches the spells being cast, making sure that he is close to everyone else, he concentrates.
[break][break]Mana surges through his hands, soon taking the form of wind; he holds his hand to the Jahr's direction and a huge gust of wind surges to meet Jahr's face. Everyone else is talking through the interface, but Caleb still has no say. He would go along with whatever plan everyone else can come up. But for now, he focuses on attacking with his own might.
More witches join in the battlefield, and they do not leave out of fear. She looks around and sees the faces of her companions, all probably with the same goal; to defeat the monster, and bring peace back home with them. It is at this moment she realizes that the idea of fighting for one's self is foolish. They all have something to fight for, someone to protect, and this monster is merely an obstacle that needs to be done away with... at least, that is what she thinks. But, frankly, whatever goal these witches have set their mind to for coming here, Jelly is one of them.
She attempts to cast yet another spell, but mana is scarce and she does not want to waste any more of it. But she hears a voice, snapping into the air -- one turn of the head and she sees the acolyte Maddox Rothscus distances away from her. He yells at her and someone named Red, who she assumes is the red-head who is the first to attack. He yells, and tells her to stay close. Jelly does not know what he attempts on doing, but she does as he says; she runs to his direction and stands next to him, looking at the battlefield around her.
Jelly looks up to Maddox, a small smile on her face. "Thanks, Maddox," She says, turning her head round shortly after. Closing her eyes, she focuses on two clones forming in her mind, shining brightly like the stars in the night; until they materialize in front of her, both unable to provide mana, but ready to fight with fists. "Attack him with all your might," She commands, and both nod. "Hit it with everything you've got, and create noise if you can. But focus on its eyes; it doesn't want your bright form near, but that's exactly what we plan on giving it." She adds, and the two star clones run off and near the monster;
Jelly doesn't watch them, as she's focused on yet another spell. Soon enough, her pink hair darkens and turns bright red, her clothes morph into the same shade of crimson, and her eyes burn like the red flames of the fire that the wraith will soon take. Her appearance changes entirely, into the red that it very much hates. But Jelly hates the Jahr, too. She might be doing this to spite the wraith, but then again, she has the world to defend.
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TECHNIQUES AND SPELLS USED: - Night Vision - Feast of the Butterflies - ILLUSIONIST’S HANDBOOK: CLOAKING SCROLL - ASTRAGIC GRIMOIRE: GEMINI THE TWINS - THE ILLUSIONIST’S NEW HANDBOOK: LUNAR GLAMOUR
OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?
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THE JUDGEMENT MAN HOLDS MY FATE. AS I GAZE AROUND THE ROOM, THEIR EYES ARE LIKE KNIVES: COULD DECAPITATE.
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The interface sparks with activity in her head as new messages are sent to everyone in the vicinity. She pays attention to most of the messages, but doesn't contribute after the proposition for Rock Trigger to be cast; all of them have their own things to say, and whatever plan the rest could come up with, a plan something less dangerous and destructive, she would prefer to follow so. But a plan without the risk for destruction, while not impossible, is most unlikely. The Jahr could attack any minute, and none of them are willing to see what it can do.
[break][break]She hears someone acknowledge her plan -- even stating that they liked it -- but advises her to go closer to the wraith for less impact on the town. Of course, she figures, that is what she wants to do; but this particular technique requires a large amount of mana to be dealt with. Eclipse Town is fairly small, and so many trees surround it, with only little to no space to accommodate the spell, so she cannot promise that the town will deal no damage. Hopefully, it would suffer a little, with the Jahr taking the damage.
[break][break]However, Emery nods at this. "That's what I plan on doing... we can't have people losing their homes." She says into the interface, and as her atronach body moves closer to where the wraith is -- careful not to crush any of the witches or the houses in her path, of course, so she walks carefully -- she clicks her tongue and shakes her head, thinking of the circumstances. "Although I can't promise some parts of this town won't suffer the consequences. I apologize in advance if things don't go too well, and if your home is destroyed because of this."
[break][break]She knows people won't forgive her if she messes up. But she's willing to take responsibility.
[break][break]Once she is close enough to the Jahr to cast the spell, she tugs at the mana resting under the earth, pools them together in an area directly underneath the Jahr's body, and creates a seal to secure its damage to the wraith. If the rocks won't do anything to it, maybe the noise might. She hopes it does create noise, not only explosions.
[attr="class","junescroll"] chaos unfolds swiftly; he notes this with his teeth gritted, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. purifier primaries have always been attuned to the flow of the ether, and in maddox, it is honed by enchantments carved into bone, permanent, and jahr makes him feel like his skeleton is rattling within his skin. it is undecided, he thinks faintly, between shattering or breaking free.[break][break]
his words come out sharp, rough and hoarse already, scraping against his throat. "snap your fuckin' familiars out- gods-" he is all too aware of the further happenings around him, and in any other situation, the notion of fighting alongside others with differing allegiances may have dissuaded him --- the emblem of the helios knights stands out starkly amid it all, grating against his senses like red to a bull --- but here, the effects of basil's purification still lingering, it does not. [break][break]
"you'll get drained faster if you do," he snaps, but it is not fury that sharpens his words; its edges are run jagged with worry and effort, and it sounds more like 'please don't,' except that is too gentle for him; it sounds more like 'don't you dare die, not like this.'[break][break]
see: he is focused, still, on the maintenance of the circle. see also: maddox rothscus is a man of many talents, and battle-sense reigns supreme. this is to say, he is familiar enough with the rhythm of war, and he can multitask.[break][break]
what he retrieves is a gift, not in any metaphorical sense, but a present bestowed upon him by a certain summoner --- he coaxes it to life with a thought, its form growing bright. between the ritual circle and the sprite, maddox is painted in light at strange angles, the planes of his face sharp and feral, something post-human gathering in the line of his jaw. [break][break]
"i know it doesn't have eyes," he tells the sprite, and his voice is lowered for it in this brief aside, "but go see if it'll still get distracted by you."
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Aiden’s head snaps to attention, covered head to toe in red. ‘Purifier.’ He thinks as he watches what is the beginning of a very familiar spell. It feels different than his, but he can sense the similarities as he moves in, covering with his companions readily. Jaw clenched tight be feels the power of the other man and smirks slightly as it boosts the power of his own spell. “Aiden.” The knight supplies once in range, eyes back on the wraith. The earth shakes as other beasts join the fray. A great dragon, an earth giant. He makes a mental note of Emery, fellow knight and one of the very few he sees on the battlefield today. He would remember that. More witches group up ad he can see pairs and trios forming. This was a larger showing than anticipated. [break][break]
He’s in no mood to argue. The situation is dire, and he is sure any orders thrown out by anyone are not without reason. McKenna bows out, thankful for the reprieve. Jahr’s presence was like a void to her and she didn’t like it. The witch’s hand slips down to his leg ready to unclip a pair of delicate looking shears and he hesitates, before moving his hand to his pouch of holding and retrieving a little bottle with a stark white substance inside it. “Universe, what are my odds?” he asks to no one in particular as he takes a moment to stop in his tracks, apply a bit of paste on his tongue before pocketing the whole thing back. Noise, lights, the color red. He was beginning to see it on the battlefield. They knew what it hated, what was said in the stories but how true was it? Would they be loud enough? Could they be bright enough? He hadn’t the first clue about divination, except that it hurt Charani Petrov . He didn’t like the idea of tampering with something like this, but he trusted the craftsmanship of his friend. Ah, he imagined the guy was probably pissed if he was watching this on broadcast. [break][break]
Aiden unclips the shears from his leg. He has cut through dozens of fabrics with varying textures and thickness, but he has never attempted it on flesh, much less a wraith. The knight idly spins the scissors around his fingers, muttering the words of power and watching them extend into the weapon hidden in them. Maybe wraiths had arteries like humans did.
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items | vision inducement, heirloom wand: shears of fortune, [break] spells | integration, bag of holding, [break] techniques | concussion wave, [break]
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Last Edit: Dec 27, 2019 5:26:02 GMT by aiden emerson
[attr="class","gearcore"] There's a lot of people he knows here -- a lot of thoughts, and a lot of data -- but at least most people seem to be of the same mindset. Plays and parades were made to celebrate the end of the Jahr's reign; allowing its return would be unforgivable.
"Lots of canisters! Let me know if you're low on mana," he mentally replies to his brother and announces to the infocasting network at large, "Or if you need a weapon; I brought manasabers, too."
Personally, he doesn't plan on getting too close. He hasn't tested if a large enough wraith could disable his prosthetics with its presence alone, and he doesn't really want to find out in the middle of a fight of this scale, if he can help it. Being sure to stay aware of his surroundings, ready to jump or blink away at the first sight of retaliation, he raises his arm skywards and casts a single bolt of vibrionus, as loud and booming as he can manage.
(spells used:) the modern athenian: infocasting && vibrionus #fight
The activity seems to pick up from the center of the Emerald Guildhall, as the clamor which he can hear from his borrowed room amplifies.
After he'd shaken away the bulk of the terror which had seeped into his bones at the sight of the impending doom from yesterday's vision, Desmond mulls over the idea of what it actually means. He doubts it will spell the end of humanity; some humans could be just about as stubborn as roaches when it came to clinging to life. Even should the fighters in the north fail to defeat it, he was certain that larger cities would have a fallback sacrifice, even if they do not announce it to the public. The south at least, being practically owned by Silvertongue, was sure to have unwanted human lives to spare, and gold in excess. Even so, the world would be different after suffering a lethal, yearly reminder that there was something out there which humans were too weak to do anything but bow to.
It is curiosity (the natural curse and downfall of most diviners) that causes him to leave the seclusion of the room and wander out towards the heart of the activity. He's presentable enough, but, if his lack of weapons and other tools of the trade was any indication, clearly disinterested in accepting any of the last minute contracts which were coming in for the coven's many mercenaries.
Spells used: Tarot Reading Telepathy Guide of Paths
"Tell all your problems"
"make them mine"
The first card is the Tower. The tower is an agent of change, revelation, awakening. Something is awakened, something that could be physical or spiritual. It didn’t always have to be literal either. It could be a personal awakening. Something of that nature. The second card is the ten of swords. Loss, crisis and a dead end. This. This was not a good card to draw. Finally another card worked its way into his deck. A tower card... the art different from the first. Different. Ezra’s card. It flashed with power, the seers eyes turning white as his magic sought out his teachers in the card.
There was a youthful girl with black hair, dressed in red and with brilliant fireworks flashing around her face. A man stood beside her with a gong... a golden dragon with eyes that burned the shadows. The area around them was twisted, devoid of reality. Almost like a nightmare.
Everything is destroyed. Remade in a superficial way. It was like someone tried to copy a copy. It was hollow and sad. The girl and the dragon seemed hollow. She watched with sad eyes, a shadow of her former self watching screens and reaching out to touch them. But like smoke it was out of her reach.
Charani then saw the last thing he desired. A boy with brilliant hair like Phoenix embers. A boy he knew very well. Slowly he is consumed. His face is unreadable. His eyes turned back ti their normal color and his body felt mildly drained. It was not anywhere near as bad as the time of the tournament. He felt drained though. Weaker.
"Teddy!” He shouted, his familiar coming into existence at his call. His eyes were somewhat red and tears had fallen down his cheeks. He didn’t remember crying? Had it been during the vision? The dog looked alarmed at the boys condition. What were they going to do.
“We have to go. Now!” He forced mana into his eyes, using his divination magic to guide his path. There were two bright paths as the world became devoid of color. Both were grey. Which path? Which did he feel a pull too? The right. The right called to him.
He started running until he got outside. He pushes his mana outward trying to establish a mental link with aiden emerson. Unaware how far away they were from each other. He would follow this path as the dog ran beside him. He looked unwell.
corvus kasparian was following him at least. That was a good sign. He had blubbered like he usually did because... well Billy was crazy obviously. So like that’s a normal thing to do. heath ambroise was near them as he took off running, giving a gentle wave as he rushed past the ice witch closer to... well he didn’t know where. Up close to the dragon was suicide.
“Where would they be... hmmm... high ground maybe? Or something.” Billy hummed to himself as he slowed down to a gentle walk. Now where... and then a blast of magic came from up high. Ah Zeph. Good. Someone who can put up a fight long range. That’s where they should head... especially with Corvus in toe since he wasn’t the most capable fighter.
"Up there. Let’s rendezvous with Zeph Zeph my dear cousin." He would make a beeline for Zephyr Hart in the sea of victims... er citizens. He would slip a few angry red potion vials out of his bag as he ran, throwing them as far as he could towards the creature before they would shatter. Hopefully the sonic bomb potion would be loud enough to at least annoy the creature if nothing else.
"ZEPHHYYYY" He shouted as he got within screeching distance of the young man. Hopefully corvus kasparian has managed to keep up with his nimble cousin. Well this was going to be getting in the way of D&D night, how dare this wraith. Oh right. And greater good sacrifice blah blah blah.
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[attr="class","s1lyrics2"]burn everything you love then burn the ashes
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Despite Corvus’ shouting and panicking, Philippe operates on his own terms flashing crimson and green fires down on the demon looming over them. Others fflash magic to and fro and Corvus is too busy trying to keep himself upright as he chased after Billy, and kept watch for his other family members? Uncle Aeris? Ninos? Siobhan? He hoped they were alright. He wished he weren’t here right now, but that choice was out of his hands now. He watches Maddox from afar, pick up distance as Billy slowed to change course. He barely has time to register the witches near him yelling and casting starcaller spells before his attention is back to Billy, noting they weren’t joining in. That was fine. He supposed. A lot of his spells were ok long-range right. Jahr would come soon, and he would meet the wraith in range eventually. Only a matter of time. [break][break]
“Zeph?! 😲” His entire family was here. Joy. This either went well and they all limped home together, or the entire collective family was crushed and at least they wouldn’t be alone. A shout rings out, an order, and Corvus relays it to Philippe who gives one final shriek with a green firestorm before slipping back into the ether. He would come back if Corvus needed him. He seemed irritated to being shoved back into the astral, despite Corvus’ quick assurances that he would come back for a slice of the action later. Merle is by his side, using shadows to hop from spot to spot after the older Jester. Corvus silently pleads with Philippe who comes out to help him switch his way next to his cousins before sweeping away into the ether. Corvus is panting, from all the running and all the panic. [break][break]
“H-Hey guys…😬” He shouts to be heard above all the noise of magical spells going off simultaneously. The beginnings of a war zone, a front in the making. And it wasn’t all quiet here, thankfully. That would be bad right? It would mean they were dead right? ‘Not now Corvus!' Philippe hisses, cutting through Corvus’ dread. Corvus squeezed his eyes shut forcing down any tears of panic before continuing. “Are we going to be enough?” he asked noting a drone fly by as their battle continued. Merle barks a reminder and he snapped to it once again. “I don’t have anything long range, except some noise illusions.” He added as he held up his hands continuing the incessant gong playing that timed up with his heart before slowly banging around in his own head faster and faster.
items used | [break] spells used | a subtle touche: scroll #1, scroll of the switch [break] techniques used | firestorm, recolor [break][break]
He watches the editor snap orders. He watches a witch transform into a burning flag of red. He watches witches join forth or hold back, different plans and strategies coalescing and working together. There were so many of them but were they enough? He hoped they were. Not just for Eclipse Town but for themselves. IF they didn’t have the people, the power, this was a suicide mission. Not that the end of it all ever bothered him in the slightest. Not with his type of work and his moods, no. Those were not his fears. They never had been. Just like his parents, and his grandparents. Maye it was an after effect of living in Eclipse Town. Maybe it was why his parents were so hesitant in leaving.
He lets out a huff at the response directed towards him but doesn’t deign to reply. “Sinclair, hide.” He orders with a low voice as the coati retreats again. There’s a quick wave at Billy Kasparian as he veers away. He’s relieved to see him at least, but its starting to wear off now.
He gives a nod at Zeph’s information ( “👍 “ ) before setting to work while the mana is still flowing and he can tap into the share of others. Heath’s eyes are on the broken and battered flora that lay at Jahr’s wake, and he waves his finger whispering something old to the winds. Holding out his index and pointer finger, he feels the connection take hold and points his fingers upwards, pulsing as he forced mana to push upwards even at this distance. Once again, roots rumble and crack through topsoil shooting outwards at only one specific target, Jahr. Every little bit counted right? And even if he didn’t know if this would help a lot, at least, maybe, it would slow the bastard down enough for others with more suitable affinities to take the helm on killing it. Because they were killing it weren’t they? Or…had he been killed in the legend before or simply chased away. He didn’t know. He couldn’t remember.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 16, 2020 11:57:07 GMT
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( oh, he thinks. oh, no. )[break][break]
he sees it first, towering high above the treeline: a monstrous, twisted form straight out of the recesses of a nightmare. he recognises it immediately, for all that he has no idea what it is, for all that he has never seen it before; because kasimir is a summoner who believes in the old gods, and the new ones too, and he knows the legend of jahr down to his bones and blood. [break][break]
he is late, too far away from the initial breakout to see the start; without any thoughts to the contrary, luminous wings flare out across his back and carry him towards the fight, swift as the wind. a heavy golden horn forms in his hand, gleaming ominously -- he takes a deep breath, and blows. a triumphant, ringing war cry rolls across the town, washing over the combatants down below as it sings of strength and courage and unity, even as it assails the wraith's senses with a terrible fury.[break][break]
he blows it again, and once more, before he crashes into sight overhead; hurtles a dragon made of sacred fire towards jahr with all the vengeance of an old testament angel-- and pauses as a drain tugs at him. oh, he thinks; but. kasimir is a summoner. this is a fight he was made for.
[attr="class","ashni-tags"] @ time to die yall[break] # scrolls used: wings of an angel, horn of judgement[break] # techniques used: fire dragon bullet, sacred fire
The wraith's demand is met with fire and lightning, trumpets and explosions, with spears and blades and stones. It snarls as it recoils from the assault, its head rising to join the rest of its dark form in the sky. [break][break] "Ț̸̰̰͌h̶̳͔̤͔̿ï̴̤͉̄̓͑s̸͉̬̟͚͛́ ̴͖̣͘͝͝i̸̘͐͝ș̸̳͠ ̵̥̲̜͛͠ỷ̸̰̥̘o̸̬͒̋̄u̵͔̻͛̄ŗ̴͈̻̱̋̈́̍̽ ̴̱͝c̶̛͔͒h̶̖͐͒͗́o̸̼̝̒͗͒̾͜ỉ̵̺̲͂͐͜c̶̺͓̥̻̊̉̿̕ḙ̸̳̚," is all it growls behind the assault of sounds as the earth itself begins to groan and warp at its whim. The ground undulates like churning waves, before becoming more severe, causing trees to fall and streets to crack apart, leaving gaping fissures in the earth. The cold waters of the normally-still Mirrorlake crash onto the shore under the force of the earthquake, and old wooden planks of the docks splinter. [break][break] Those on the ground would have trouble standing, and faced the risk of tumbling into the newly formed earthen cracks. [break][break]
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bailey renico
Bailey may be considered a magical prodigy and academic genius, but there's only so much that he could know about legendary monsters which ceased to exist millenia before his own birth. Lost victories are often the price paid for ignorance, and he isn't optimistic about the amount of information humanity has retained. But -- but! He has the ability to observe the beast here and now, and hopes that he'll be able to notice something that will help, even if it's not soon enough to save this town. [break][break] The wraith seems to be, at minimum, some kind of summoner, probably with a specialization in elemental summoning. (Unless it was not, in fact, a wraith and was instead some undiscovered branch of extraplanar multi-elemental being, but the professor figured this theory to be the least likely of the two). Bailey relays as much through the infocasting mental link that someone here established, and offers a stern reminder to keep familiars as safe and unexposed as possible. You'll be of no help to anyone with your mana fully drained, after all! [break][break] Without prompting, his cloak flutters and rises, lifting his entire body up above the hazardous ground. After he's safe from the immediate danger, threads form from his fingers and shoot towards the sky, catching the wraith's limbs and momentarily tethering it, keeping it from flying too far out of range. At the same time, with a flick of his other wrist, his knitting wands are flying across the field, crisscrossing over the ground fissures and covering them in what looks like a thin net, ready to catch anyone who lost their balance and fell in. He intends to protect as many people as he can today, even if that means his efforts to attack the wraith above them will be minimal. There's at least one person here who's far better than him at that sort of thing anyway.
[break]"Listen. I don't want to hear any shit about my plans from the guy whose plan is to indiscriminately hit the god-monster with as much force as possible," Basil retorts, his voice rising above the rumbling ground as he levels maddox rothscus ✨ with a deadpan stare, "but if you're looking for tips, you're looking in the wrong place. Just don't get yourself killed -- there's only so many Leviathan resources I'll be able to sneak out of here in one piece," he continues over a mental link, attaching a nonphysical packet of data that fits atop Wi-stor's entry on Jahr like a key to a lock, just before he vanishes in a navy puff of smoke: [break][break]
A poem in the Old Language, translated by a member of Coven Leviathan, who chooses to remain unnamed for fear of retribution and shame of rushed quality. This piece has been preserved in the hopes that part of humanity's history, however dark, may be remembered after this Crusade.
The God's glistening armor fell away [break]slowly, as one would carve through a mountain. [break]Those who first chose to war against the Years knew [break]they were not likely to see its end, [break]falling to crimson battle and grayed age. [break] [break]After great sacrifice a Devil is unmasked, [break]but even false gods do not need armor [break]nor the powers trapped therein [break]to lord over mortals, devoid of fear. [break] [break]Kneel! [break]The cries grow louder [break]and the hunger for peace is no longer sated [break]by the empty promise called Hope. [break]Those who had fought the dragon and lived [break]are now fed to it by their brethren. [break] [break]In the end, the recovering Power is opposed by one [break]who remained and her companions who did not. [break]She (they) set the sky ablaze [break]and in the hue of its eyes find the Devil's heart. [break]At this they strike, and the ensuing surge [break]leaves both parties unmade...
[break][break]After applying a portion of his friend's gift, objects in aiden emerson's vision begin to melt. Faces and objects drip and distort, none moreso than Jhar itself. Its coiled body appears to melt into a pool of skybound ink, and the piercing and bludgeoning attacks which have stuck thus far seem to do little more than sink into the amorphous pool. The only distinguishing features are two eyes, piercing red, and patches of golden tears humming with some sort of indecipherable energy which even those with magically enhanced sight failed to detect.
[break][break]Of those gathered, it is actually corvus kasparian's familiar who would first notice a change in Jhar's form. The beast flinches away from the hot flames, as it does for all fiery attacks, but by sheer dumb luck one of the red balls of fire hits the monster's face as a glancing blow. For just a moment, the light of the flame shows the outline of a skull underneath the thick darkness surrounding it. However, this glimpse comes at a steep cost, with the rapid drain of Corvus's mana feeling like a physical blow. After returning Philippe to his native plane, he would not be able to materialize again without Corvus passing out.
[break][break]( Some distance away, Charani Petrov's chosen path splits again, with the grey path stretching straight forwards towards Mirrorlight's Eluvian Hub, and a path of entwined white and black diverting towards a cloaked figure in a crowd watching one of the public atheneum screens relaying the action.
[break][break]Even further removed, Desmond Grey is witness to the frantic secretaries calling names and bids, as mercenaries rush out to Sundial and Mirrorlight. Eclipse Town is not mentioned, nor is Gale Valley. There is no money in the former, and the defense of the latter must have already been decided. One of the secretaries calls to him, saying there is an urgent request for a seer in Mirrorlight if he wants it. )