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.
She was running, but then again, when wasn’t she running? At the first sound of the crash, August’s attention had been caught. She could see people start to veer away, scattering themselves in droves away from the source of the sound. She had grown curious, especially now when the people she tried to stop and ask what was going on failed to give her a satisfying response. Like a salmon swimming upstream, she made her way against the torrent of people exiting the area. Who was she to turn down an adventure like this? She had gotten pretty far before the crowd in front of her began to thicken. Now, instead of people running away, there were people carrying themselves about with purpose. Helios Knights, August recognized immediately, and a crowd of them at that.
“Rather chaotic, isn’t it?” Nicki Bunaj observed with distaste in his mouth as he materialized next to August now that she had stopped running, “we should leave.” His advice fell onto deaf ears as a grin erupted onto August’s face. “Live a little,” she scoffed at him as she tried to make her way around the crowd to see what everyone had their eyes glued to.
The hare followed behind his witch without another word, understanding that there was no point in arguing with her. She was as stubborn as she was full of life and Nic knew when to give up.
The sudden shriek and the scramble of the center crowd was not something August could predict, but the little witch was quick on her feet. With a yelp of surprise, she scooped up Nic with one arm while pivoting her feet. In a sharp 90 degree turn, she bolted out of the way and onto the sidewalk. Pressing her body as flat as she could against the window of the building, August managed to avoid most of the scattering people. The panic hadn’t quite reach her yet, but the young witch could just feel that something was wrong.
Maybe she shouldn’t have come running in here. The regret (a very foreign and rare emotion to August) was being to creep into her mind now. She was having doubts, a nagging tell her that maybe she ought to follow the lead of these people and follow the crowd far away from here.
Some stepped on her foot or bumped into her with their elbow, but she felt relatively safe as compared to being where she was originally standing. “Can you see what’s going on?” she asked Nic as she held him up above her head.
Poor Laurent seemed to be having a terrible time. First something disturbed him to the point of screaming, then he fell from the back of a (wholly incompetent) spider, and now he was slumped over in mud, hardly even able to speak. The way the tailor suddenly ceased his attempts to stand indicated to Desmond that something was indeed causing him pain. Desmond's coat tails dip into the muddied ground as he crouches next to the younger Silvertongue and lifts him upright with trained delicacy. (After all, little in this life required more care than cutting into the bodies of the living to inflict pain without granting death).
"Do you think you can stand?" he asks as he casts healing spring on the tailor, starting with his muddied face so that he could better gauge his reactions, but swiftly moving on to his arms, legs, and chest. The question was primarily intended to see if Laurent was in a present enough state to even offer a reply, but, considering the tailor's current state, Desmond wasn't holding on to hope.
The seer was not someone who took pride in independence, so the girl asking if Lau needed a healer was not unwelcome. "I believe so. Do you know of a healer who's able to come to him? I'd rather not worsen the injuries by trying to lift him out," Desmond replies with a half-turned glance to Lynnelia. However, the seer looked back at Laurent when the cryptic whispers began to reach his mind as well. Was this what had caused the young Silvertongue so much distress? Desmond's eyes, for the first time since the start of this unfortunate series of events, showed apprehensive concern.
Grendel, too, was concerned, but that seemed to be a near-constant trait of his character. The oversized spider hunched down as the Helios Knights started rushing in to the area, trying not to blend in with the crowd as much as was possible for a horse-sized tarantula covered in skulls. Eira, though, was giving the familiar particularly intimidating vibes (caused by her aura of the king, unknown to the spider). Knowing that Desmond wouldn't allow him to be recalled to the outer strata until he was done healing Laurent with his elemental abilities, Grendel tried to skitter away from her presence, causing him to inadvertently bump into August with one of his legs.
[attr="class","hazelflavourstarfall"]Starlight, Starbright[break] first star i see tonight. i wish i may, i wish i might, have this wish i wish tonight
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One moment, things were as normal as normal could ever get in Sundial. The next? People were screaming, scrambling; running about not unlike ants on a frying pan or broods of headless chickens. They were pushing, pulling; a vicious tidal wave that emanated from the origin of the sound, tugging under all who stood in their way and trampling over those who weren’t fast enough to get up.[break][break]
It just went to show that when one’s life was at stake, people would do anything. Even injure their fellow men - though Hazel supposed he couldn’t blame them. Most seemed to be in a state of blind panic, hands flailing out and tripping over their own two feet. It was entertaining to watch, but as the crest of the wave ventured nearer and nearer to his position, he had to take cover, if only just until the bulk of runners passed through his area. Until then, however, he'd have to rely on his eyes in the sky - Valen? What’s going on?[break][break]
Wings spread wide, riding on the currents of air, the haw’s gaze shifted towards the general area of the din, drawing ever closer to the scene. Looks like some sort of collapse. Came the avian’s response. A little hard to make out, what with everyone crowding around it and all. And, you know, all these birds flying everywhere? A dip to the right, avoiding a collision with another’s wing. As the humans ran, panicked, so too did the citizens of the sky, a flurry of clashing wings, beaks and talons.[break][break]
Sparing a glance upwards, Hazel gave a snort as he inched out from behind the building he’d ducked behind, carefully weaving his way through the crowd as he headed towards the sound’s origin, chalking up the need to see what was going on for himself to curiosity. He could only trust that Valen was able to navigate the aerospace himself - or do the smart thing and dive down, staying by his witch’s side. But Valen was Valen…[break][break]
Uh-huh, yeah, the smart thing to do here is to go towards the mysterious loud sound and not, you know, go the other way? And he was the smart one of the pair at this time, but Hazel didn’t care. He was already near the origin point and his familiar sped up, before perching on the roof of the nearest building. Can you see anything now? The Silvertongue really wanted to know what was going on, but he hadn’t been blessed with long legs - there was still a throng of people around and most were heads taller than him.
The first to spot the source of the crowd's distress is Hazel Halcyon 's familiar. His view from above lets him catch a glimpse of the lethal cart accident which many of the other witches had seen earlier. The two bodies of the witches involved in the crash, once limp and lifeless, were now moving with unnatural, puppet-like motions. The panicked crowd likely believes this to be an act of necromancy: an affinity made illegal due to its focus on the morally unsavory desecration of the dead (both their bodies and spirits). Although they don't currently seem to have any intent to attack, they are still moving towards innocent civilians, coming ever-closer to august carter 's general location.
[break][break]Most of the Knights which accompanied @emery seem just as cautious about Grendel as the rest of the civilians. Having not yet been able to see the moving corpses from behind the crowd, weapons are pointed at the oversized spider, and one of the Knights speaks up: "If you are a familiar, speak. Where is your bound witch and documentation?"
[break][break]Although the mysterious whispering continues for all in this area, it gets especially worse for the trio in and around the collapsed area of the street, laurent borchardt , Desmond Grey , and lynnelia arnett . The voice within their mind becomes louder and insistent: "Tʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ... I ᴄᴀɴ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴜɴsᴜsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪᴇᴠᴇs. ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ." As the mental voice becomes more forceful, the three are struck by physical sensations as well, including weakness in their limbs as if they were facing an Aura of the King, but its power amplified from eira vadén 's version of the spell many times over.
[break][break]@emery finds few threats in this particular house which she enters. The foundation seems stable enough, and its owners were nowhere to be found -- probably having run outside at the sound of collapsing city infrastructure. However, just before she leaves, the Knight hears a loud bang from the kitchen. Then another... and another... And on the fourth impact, the door of the enchanted refrigerator flies open, and a half-dozen rotisserie chickens tumble onto the floor. Every one of them, despite being very obviously headless and featherless, stands up on wobbly thighs and begin walking (or, tumbling, in some cases) around the room.
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potential for severe injury. not death enabled, no particular warnings as of yet. [break][break] due to the off-schedule return of this thread and it being finals for some people, you have 5 days to reply in reaction to this post. two missing rounds will result in an elimination from the thread. [break][break] Desmond Grey @emery august carterHazel Halcyon [break][break]laurent borchardteira vadénlynnelia arnett (1 missed round)
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 house she had just broken into wasn't the slightest bit harmful, except for the eerie silence surrounding it. Should've been obvious by now; the owners must've fled with the rest of the crowd from the ongoing mess outside. However, she has to be cautious. Anything or anyone could just jump at her and cause her harm.
[break][break]Careful now, she thought to herself, looking around cautiously with eyes as attentive of any danger possible. She would constantly remind herself of exercising caution to prevent her stubborn attitude from winning over her cautiousness. You don't want to wake any anger ahead of you. Just move slowly.
[break][break]And then it happens. As she was nearing the kitchen, the door of what looks to be an enchanted refrigerator is forced open, and a bunch of rotisserie chickens fall out to the floor. Emery watches in astonishment as the chickens walk around, featherless and headless. Her mind whirls around with questions regarding how the headless chickens have suddenly come to life like this.
[break][break]Then she starts questioning her sanity. "What... the actual fuck...?"
[break][break]But there was no time to be marveling about it right now. Approaching a chicken and picking it up by the neck, she examines the said chicken while letting its comrades wobble around the room. The magic of this place must be causing these chickens to come to life, She thought, then turned to the exit of the door. However, I can't be too sure. But what else could explain it?
[break][break]Then a rumbling from outside was heard, making Emery turn. Guess there's nothing else to do here. She decided and, leaving the chickens behind, made her way towards the exit.
[break][break]...She did carry a chicken with her, just in case someone asks what she discovered in that house and proof she wasn't crazy by showing them the walking headless chicken.
TL;DR: Emery and Rogue investigate the rotisserie chicken incident. Then Emery decided that he and Rogue go deeper into the house to find out more about the mystery.[break]
Things were getting more hectic now and August was finally realizing that maybe it wasn’t a good idea for her to stay here. “We should go,” her familiar advised from the safety of his witch’s arms and much to his relief, she nodded in agreement. The pathway for her to scurry away was being cleared by the extremely large spider that even the panicking witches were avoiding. August supposed when a familiar was that big, even panicked citizens would caution running into them.
She had miscalculated her shuffle out however and bumped into Grendel’s leg. She didn’t make a noise, but Nic grunted for her as his head slammed into August’s chest. She looked up wide-eyed at Grendel, unsure of really where she was supposed to center her gaze. “I’m alright,” she chirped in response, “although I have absolutely no idea what’s going on.”
August gave the spider a genuine smile and slipped away with a weird half-run, half-skip as she dodged the others running away in the crowd. She didn’t have intentions to fully leave the area, but finding another perch to observe would have benefitted her greatly given that she couldn’t see a thing from down here and somewhere higher up would mean she wouldn’t have to worry about her and Nic getting trampled.
She began moving perpendicular to the crowd in order to get to the other side of the street. Moving out of the way wasn’t as difficult in this flow as she had expected. The others who were running away from the collapsed street were interested in heading in one direction and one direction only, making it rather easy for August to maneuver around them.
Once she reached the other end, August found it much easier for her to make her way against them all. She found herself walking up the steps to the entrance of a building, perching herself on the front porch and leaning over the railing on her tip toes in an attempt to see over the mass exodus. Grumbling, August held Nic up like Simba during the opening scene of the Lion King, much to the familiar’s panic. “No no no,” Nic protested as his back leg began sagging underneath him. “You can come down when you tell me what’s happening,” August bargained as she lifted him up above her head.
[attr="class","hazelflavourstarfall"]Starlight, Starbright[break] first star i see tonight. i wish i may, i wish i might, have this wish i wish tonight
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[attr="class","hazeltextstarfall"] Valen was, as usual, snarky. Despite his height above his witch, his voice still chirped over their mental link clear as day, calm yet laced with sarcasm. You know, this is totally a smart idea, walking towards the two corpses being strung along like puppets. Like, heeellllllooo Helios Knights, are they blind or what? They’re busy with a giant spider while those two lovebirds wander around like they own the place. Geez, not to mention the wreck that-[break][break]
By that point, Hazel had cut off his familiar with a roll of his eyes, returning back a sharp, Do you have anything useful to add? as he continued on his path towards the crater. Helios Knights? Bah, he didn’t care about them, not when their attention is drawn elsewhere. We all know how useless they are anyway… Good for nothing more than to hinder the real heroes of the day, hm? Come now, find a place to perch, a vantage point - I’ll head off to a safer area, away from those two.[break][break]
But Valen raised a point that Hazel hadn’t thought of - if there were two, who’s to say there weren’t more and who would even be able to know if they’d be human or something much more dangerous? At this, the young mage was inclined to tell some figure of power his hunch, but when he could only see Helios Knights in sight…he shut up. Like that’ll do any good anyway, they wouldn’t believe me in the slightest… Hazel shook his head instead, winding his way towards the opposite of where the couple Valen saw were headed - even if there were more, at least he’d avoid these two witches first.[break][break]
Hey, for once you’re actually looking out for yourself, good going, kid. Another roll of eyes as he leans backwards on a wall. As much as Valen sounded like a parroting elder brother… the witch knew his familiar cared and that this was how he showed it. A little harsh, a little barbed, but it was love nonetheless and it was something that could always settle his nerves - truth be told, the prospect of necromancy being a thing was putting him on edge. But hearing how… normal his familiar sounded? Yeah, it helped to lull in that sense of naturalness, that sense of calm. He decided, with eyes back to the sky after his familiar, that as long as Valen stayed in the air, there was nothing that could harm him; Valen would spot it and his warning would be enough to get him out of them before any harm is done.
"That's... good." the spider offers after an awkward pause. Rarely was Grendel allowed to take physical form, and rarely did Desmond speak to the familiar through their shared mental space, so the arachnid's conversational skills were severely lacking. Regardless, the young girl was soon on her way, escaping the crowd like Grendel should have been doing. But the spider instead stayed put, and was soon met by an authoritative voice of a Knight which caused the spider's figure to become rigid. "Ah, w-well... he's..." Grendel stammers, unsure of how much to say or how to properly say it.
At the same time, Desmond can feel a voice digging into his mind, and an energy dragging his limbs down. With everything he'd been though, the seer often thought that he should have been numb to this sort of thing by now. He was numb to words, numb to touch, numb to violence... and yet, mental intrusions never ceased to churn up bitter memories. As much as the younger Silvertongue didn't deserve to be abandoned, Desmond did not care enough for Laurent to stay with him through this invasion of mind. Thus, with a swift incantation, he swaps places with his familiar. He only stumbles at the sudden change of footing; at least it was better than falling.
"I'm here," Desmond says to the Knights, answering the question which had been asked to Grendel, "And I'm the least of your problems right now."
Grendel, cramped in the confined space of the underground tunnel, knows that Desmond's scroll of the switch is used nearly exclusively as a method of escape. The witch escapes the danger, and the familiar merely needs to vanish into the nonphysical strata. Simple. But, unfortunately, Grendel cares too much, and sacrifices some time to lift Laurent out of the sinkhole and place him (as gingerly as the oversized spider was able) on the still-intact street.
Desmond, too interested in the events of the surface, does not hasten the vanishing process with a command of Grendel's true name. Rather, he casts a spell of truesight while gazing into the panicked crowd to get a better understanding of the situation. Though not nearly as detailed as aura reading or certain atheneum spells, the first truesight scroll was still able to offer insight into various paranormal forms of energy. Useful, perhaps, for mind-invading spirits.
The crowd has dispersed enough for all in the area to see the two victims of the cart accident, now walking slowly, with necks limp and heads rolling uselessly between their shoulders. Luckily, the Knights who'd been questioning Grendel agree with Desmond's observation about their priorities and quickly switch their focus to this unsanctioned display of forbidden arts. They jump into action, forming a defensive circle around the two undead and ensuring the still-living bystanders remain a safe distance away.
[break][break]"By Merlin's beard-- what is that?" one of them exclaims as he nearly passes by @emery and the squirming chicken carcass in her arms. "Isn't it dangerous..?" So far, the answer to the young Knight's question appeared to be "no", since the chicken had no beak or talons to attack with. Even if it did, its intent seemed to be to squirm away from the clutches of the transfigurer rather than to attack her.
[break][break]Unfortunately, the efforts of these Knights continued to be misplaced. A pleased sigh escapes from the underground, followed by bemused words flowing into the minds of those near the mouth.
[break][break]"I'ᴠᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ..."
[break][break]Not a moment later, eira vadén and lynnelia arnett collapse, unconcious. And the silent voice demands of those still standing: "Bʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ." Some people begin to approach the twins -- but were they trying to move them away, or succumbing to the compulsion?
[break][break]Desmond Grey's truesight reveals that the two human undead are currently bound by a spirit -- one single spirit reaching into both of their bodies, into the the headless chickens intended for dinner, and even beyond the scope of his Sight. The being's influence was a wide net, spreading in all directions and sticking to anything deceased. It did not appear to be the cause of the mind-invading voice, nor the unusual actions of the living.
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potential for severe injury. not death enabled, no particular warnings as of yet. [break][break] you have 5 days to reply in reaction to this post. two missing rounds will result in an elimination from the thread. [break][break] Desmond Grey @emery august carterHazel Halcyon [break][break]laurent borchardt, eira vadén, and lynnelia arnett have unfortunately each missed 2 event rounds & have thus been removed from the event
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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Ugh.
[break][break]The chicken was starting to make her uncomfortable.
[break][break]But it was also silly, in a way.
[break][break]Emery manages to get out of the house she had come from, her hands struggling to get a grip on the writhing chicken she held tight in her hands. Its squirming was... disturbing. Often times while she walked towards the Knights' group she would always get a scene where the chicken almost slides away from her gloved hands. But luckily enough, she managed to approach the group of Knights with the chicken still in her hands.
[break][break]"By Merlin's beard... what is that?" One of the Knights addressed her, looking at the chicken she held tight in her hands. "Isn't it dangerous...?"
[break][break]Emery couldn't help but chuckle. Dangerous? What's dangerous in a chicken carcass who has no head and beak to attack with? "To answer your questions, yes, this is an apparently-dead-chicken which, for some reason, had been revived. And look at it," She couldn't help but laugh again at the squirming chicken. "Isn't it funny? Nothing's dangerous, trust me. Don't question your sanity now." Grazing a finger through her chin, she hummed quietly while observing the chicken. "I wonder how it's moving right now, though... some kind of magic... perhaps..."
[break][break]Emery turns to another direction, still holding the chicken in case it slips away. It seems that the large spider from earlier was finally defended by his witch. The Knights are now huddled in a circle around the dead bodies of the cart crash a while ago. But there was something... off. Dead things moving? Startled people forced to evacuate because of a voice they thought they heard?
[break][break]What... exactly... was going on?
[break][break]She crosses her arms and throws the chicken up and down, before turning to the Knight near her. "Seems like something's controlling the undead." Then she thought, what of the comrades of the chicken she was holding right now? Were they still in the house?
[break][break]Emery starts walking away from the group once more, waving at the Knight who questioned her earlier. "I'll be right back. I gotta check on something." She called out, before finally turning tail and trotting over to the house where she had come from.
TL;DR: Emery walks over to the Knights and observes the scene, then goes back to the house to see if she had missed something more about the chickens.[break]
Desmond could have told you a few minutes ago that he'd poorly divined the course of his day, but only now did he realize the gravity of that error. He could tolerate excessive social interaction, a bit of violence, a bit of death, a bit of failure... but not this. He didn't think he'd ever be ready for mind control paired with the widest reach of necromatic influence he'd ever witnessed.
When the disembodied voice speaks into Grendel's mind, evidently having found what it was looking for, Desmond finally orders his familiar to dematerialize. Due to vanishing so suddenly, Laurent is a bit jostled when placed on the ground. The seer isn't too concerned -- today was not the tailor's day to die. At least, it probably wasn't. Neglecting to notice the impending zombie apocalypse had been an oversight certainly, but even so, Des' predictions were right more often than not. (When he was being truthful, and when his mind wasn't too clouded by chemical sins.)
And so, with the Knights distracted by other problems, the Silvertongue turns to leave, intending to add as much distance as possible between himself and that damned hole in the ground. "You'll want to go further away than this if you're looking to save yourself," the seer mutters as he passes by Hazel and overhears Valen's praise of his witch's self-preservation.
As the crowd was thinning, both Nic and August were now able to see what was shocking the other witches. There were two corpses, an assumption that was not far-fetched given how mangled their bodies looked and how odd their bodies were moving, making their way slowly in their direction.
“We need to go,” Nic ordered with a firm tone. His fur was all one color now, a sign that his emotions were undeniably serious. August nodded in agreement, silent as she was still processing what it was her wide eyes were witnessing. Wasn’t necromancy illegal? Maybe that’s why all these knights were here.
She didn’t know where to go. She could follow the crowd of people, but she didn’t want to be one of the last people in a crowd in case the one controlling the corpses had more dangerous plans that they planned on unfolding. Maybe it would have been best to just simply hide out until a knight found her and could escort her to safety? Most of the around the pair appeared to be rather busy with whatever orders they had been given. “I don’t know where is safest,” August said out loud to Nic as she began to frantically look around.
“Inside a building maybe?” he suggested as the two of them were already inches away from a door. August took a step forward and tried the doorknob, sighing as she gave up once she felt the resistance. “It’s locked,” she whined as her eyes darted back to the corpses. “Then follow the rest of them,” Nic suggested, his tone now cold and slow, as if he was trying hard not to tremble.
“E-excuse me,” August tried calling out to a nearby knight, “where should we go?” The young witch was visibly frightened now, her eyes bouncing back and forth between the corpses and the knight. She didn’t frighten easy, but this was one of those times where August was beginning to realize she was in way over her head. “To clarify,” Nic offered, “we want to know what location we should head towards as everyone else appears to just be running in any direction as long as it’s away from here.”
"There's been situations like this all across the city, Miss. Just stay with us for now and you'll be alright." one of the Knights offers to august carter.
[break][break]However, before @emery even enters the house, both the chicken in her arms and the pair of human cart crash victims fall limp. If she were to look inside the building, the rotisserie chickens inside were unresponsive as well (as rotisserie chickens should be). Perhaps the entity which had been causing the animation of the dead had completed whatever they set out to do, or perhaps the spell was disrupted from somewhere else.
[break][break]Meanwhile, the witches who had been making their way towards the collapsed bodies of the twins grabbed onto their limbs and followed the instructions of the demanding voice, dragging them towards the gaping hole in the middle of the road. Cries of "What are you doing?", "Have you gone mad?, and "Stop -- let them go!" clamor up from the part of the crowd that'd kept their good sense. Some even rush in to help, pulling and striking at the witches who were holding eira vadén as lynnelia arnett (being the closer of the two) is dropped into the hole. The scene is quickly turning into an all-out brawl, and has finally caught the attention of the Knights. Unfortunately, the Knights are significantly outnumbered, and the ones who jump in to help seem to be doing little but contributing to the chaos.
[break][break]The voice in the minds of the witches laughs gleefully.
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potential for severe injury. not death enabled, no particular warnings as of yet. [break][break] you have 5 days to reply in reaction to this post. two missing rounds will result in an elimination from the thread. [break][break] Desmond Grey @emery august carter
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 Knight opens the door to the house she was about to enter, but before she could even step foot inside, she noticed that the chicken she has holding isn't moving anymore. Emery raises a blonde eyebrow and turns to the kitchen. The same happened to the other rotisserie chickens; they were sprawled out along the ground, dead and not moving.
[break][break]The blonde woman scratched her head, looking back at the chicken in her arms, and then to her comrades, and so on and so forth. Now her mind was drawing question marks. What was happening, exactly? She heaved a deep breath and huffed, stomping her foot and walking back and forth.
[break][break]Wait... of course! She thought, turning to the deeper portions of the house. I'm trying to figure out how these chickens came to life... how tragic of this brain to forget.
[break][break]But then, she realizes, that she is done investigating this house. She throws the dead rotisserie into the floor with a bored expression on her face. "I thought you would've lasted longer so I may be able to investigate what happened to you," She talks to the chicken, disappointed with the outcome. She looks away haughtily with a scoff. "But I guess I was wrong about you."
[break][break]Then the noise of the crowd outside of the house attracts her attention. She furrows her eyebrows and runs over to the crowd, who was shouting at something... or someone... to stop whatever they were doing. She tries to slip into the crowd to get a better look at the condition that these people were in right now.
[break][break]"Everyone, what's going on?" She tries to scream despite the hustle and bustle. Due to her impatience, she pushes some people away with her force and slips into the crowd. "Alright, alright, everyone, calm down!"
[break][break]As much as she wants to see whatever they were shouting at, it would only work once the crowd disperses, or if some people were passionate enough to make some space for her.
TL;DR: Emery walks over to the Knights and observes the scene, then goes back to the house to see if she had missed something more about the chickens.[break]
The Knights who stayed with august carter and other civilians who asked for help, at a distance from the chaos, appeared hesitant to merely stand back and watch the events unfold. However, they could see some of their companions who'd neared the gaping mouth were not acting as themselves -- some helping pull puling Eira's unconcious body towards the hole, and others fighting off civilians who tried to stop them. A lark with a crest decorated by orange gemstone appears on the shoulder of the Knight who'd spoken to August; it is his familiar, materialized to help mitigate the situation from afar. With a lift of the witch's arms, a wall of stone rises from the street, half-encircling the hole to make it more difficult for anyone to fall in (intentionally or not). Another of the Knights also appears to be casting something, but with a more panicked expression. "I-I can't nullify that magic! I'm not even weakening it," they warn. The purifier's concern was justified, as this meant that the cause of the people's strange actions was nonmagical or a spell cast by someone very, very powerful.
[break][break]In the midst of the chaos, @emery's question of what was going on remains unanswered. She's shoved around a bit, and may get a glance of the swarm of people at the center, gathering around the unconcious girl. Before she's able to get closer, however, one of the Knights she arrived with stands in her path and draws his sword, facing it towards Emery and showing blatant disregard for the safety of civilians buzzing around him in close quarters. Emery is close enough to see that his gaze is unfocused and his expression is neutral, as if he wasn't feeling anything at all.
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potential for severe injury. not death enabled, but watch out for Knights with swords [break][break] you have 5 days to reply in reaction to this post. two missing rounds will result in an elimination from the thread. this is the last mandatory round of this thread. There will be 1 more staff post before the event conclusion. [break][break] august carter
