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.
he is lost in air thick with tension; he is caught between two sides of war— [break][break] if war were to be waged, and blood were to be spilt, which path would i be born into tonight: that of the warrior, back to his home with a blade slick of blood, or that of the bodies falling ceaselessly to the arms of death— walking to and from the last minute they have ever known? [break][break] he wonders if it would be worth either end; if what he may see, regardless of whose blood mars which blade, would render him past the veil of the dead even in life; but meifon is calling to him, and she is pulling him to the battle with her, and he could never refuse her. [break][break] war necessitates two parties; one cannot exist without the other. [break][break] nüwa is silent, and watches, her eyes sharp and unforgiving; his mother told him never to wake a sleeping tiger— yet now he rushes toward a monster awakened, and agitated to destruction. his companion vanishes; zhihao steps through the mirrors; he is faced with meifon, her sword displayed, against a backdrop of decay. [break][break] “we have to help evacuation procedures,” he pleads, almost desperately; he has battle in his blood, but even he flinches at the prisoners of war. the needless carcasses. the broken families. [break][break] the trees around him begin to speak; he implores them to help- shield us. [break]spells used: wake the forest
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Fire and explosions burst out an ugly fireworks display and he watched Jahr writhe once more. Yet, his eyes are locked onto the golden that he’s unsure is real or not, but either way it pulls his attention towards where the power flowed and dropped. He’s compelled to follow, moving towards where he saw them fall while trying to put thoughts together. It’s all jumbled and hard to grasp and he’s not sure if he wants to continue seeing, if he could do anything with it. He was not cut out for divination, that much was clear. He knew Jahr was readying more attacks, but his focus can only allow a small glance at the beast before he’d back to that frantic search for whatever the hell was leaking out of the dragon. Would it even amount to anything? [break][break]
Then there was the alternative, of trying to wade through the shadows that clung to the god like wraith. Would the lamps works? Would any other purification work to keep the darkness at bay? As his eyes search the torn up shore, he hears the danger and can only turn to watch Jahr begin casting something else. However, he was doing that. Tendrils shoot out of the earth, and Aiden vaguely feels like he’s watching a shadow elementalist before twirling his shears once and muttering something under his breath. He picks a point where witches are the densest and drops the spell, scissors glowing in tune with his commands. He visualizes the earth before it shattered, before the shadows cropped up in an attempt to cut some of the beast’s spell down. [break][break]
He’s done what he can and turns his eyes back to the ground while he can still taste Charani Petrov ’s power.
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items | vision inducement x1, heirloom wand: shears of fortune, [break] spells | integration, bag of holding, clear sight: alchemy, break flow, full reset [break] techniques | concussion wave, [break]
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Last Edit: Feb 25, 2020 22:11:22 GMT by aiden emerson
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Corvus gave his older cousins a weak thumbs up as he suppressed the urge to hurl on the ground. Merle’s warmth steadying him as the beast’s eyes were locked on their immediate surroundings not particularly calm amid the holes in the earth and a dragon wraith destroying the town. The young witch only yelped as he felt the blonde attach something cold that sticks to him. Still, he finds his hands reaching upwards to quickly hold the canister in place. “Um, yeah ok!” he said quickly, trying not to completely ruin it this early into the fight. As he trying to both stay near his more experienced fighting family, but also far enough that he didn’t get in the way he nodded at Billy. “Yeah, I’ve got it.” The vial firmly grasped in his fist while his other hand tugged gently at the canister as he tested the suction. [break][break]
He watched, eyes trained on the dragon as his cousins sent off a little contraption filled with aquapyre like a pizza delivery. Explosions cut and carved through darkness and as Corvus stared in morbid fascination, trying to see the skeletal inside of the wraith, he can see the strange looking…thing floating in the darkest of the depths. Could it be someone holding up a force field? He couldn’t be sure only barely seeing the edges of something round in there. “Did you guys see that? Inside- that thing? 😨😨😨” he said to his cousins before the ground began shaking and the danger became real again. Merle barks and yanks him for attention and Corvus is back on the battlefield flailing for stable ground. Merle is quick to move, tendrils once again dragging his witch to safety but he can’t account for the shadow that crawls its way out of the ground and readies for an attack. [break][break]
“Hey Zeph? If you have another of those flying things I could really use one right now!” he yelled, cursing himself for the fourteenth time for not investing in some kind of flying transportation and instead spending his last bits of gold on buying Merle a doggy sweater his size. He had looked cute, but now he was really suffering for it. Corvus’ eyes flash and he forces stardust, any stardust to move to cut a line between himself and the shadowy magic of the wraith. “Merle come!” he ordered as the hellia moved closer, haunches raised. The barriers sparked with electricity and soft light while Corvus monitored the canister before finally plucking it off.
items used | [break] spells used | a subtle touche: scroll #1, scroll of the switch, FAULKHEIT’S GRIMOIRE: STARDUST AS PLASMA #2 [break] techniques used | firestorm, recolor [break][break]
The gears in Heath’s brain begin turning, slowly pulling pieces together. The minute he sees the snakes fall his mind reels back to the swamps, the lizardfolk they’d seen. They were going to sacrifice them for…something. He dind’t remember if it was for magic or tradition or a god. He felt for a moment maybe it was a God. They knew that the gash in the planes had come from the swamps but were they responsible? If her survived this fight he’d force his way back in there himself to find out. Fuck the council for not launching a second investigation into them when they’d had the chance. “If I die, I hope Jahr kills the lot of you too.” He muttered to himself.
He’s too busy staying away from the shadows that begin to crawl out of cracks and crevices in the earth. Wand at the read, he casts Vine Whip to slap away at anything that moves. Still, as more information is spread out onto the network, he moves back a bit, fiddling his contents in his back before pulling out two small drones, and a bit of pale colored crystal. The pair glow and hum with energy before floating out of his hands. Heath touched his wand to both drones whispering something secret before a couple of glowshrooms began to grow onto the metal. As they ballooned around the frame, he tapped the crystal Kasimir had given him before watching it crumble to dust in his hand and leaving behind a little sprite.
He gives it a sad smile before giving his orders. “Lead these drones into that beast’s shadows. Give me a visual on what’s in there, aside form the skeleton. There’s something else, I think.” If people weren’t seeing things but what else could he do other than keep himself alive and gather information where he could. That was part of his job after all. With a couple of squeaks, it seemed the light sprite was finally coaxed to go with the two glowing drones streaking right after it.
spells used: entangle, impassive bush, commune, woodshapers spear, fungal decay: flesh and bones, glowshrooms, the modern athenian: drones techniques used: storm of swallows items used: summoning sprites: light sprite
[attr="class","gearcore"] The pride of seeing that he'd been able to make a god recoil and the lightbulb moment of realizing that there was something solid inside of it are both short-lived as shadows begin to creep up from the ground. Between getting stuck in multiple half-real nightmares where the dead have reached up and tried to drag him to the grave (with varying results) and getting abducted by a backwater lizard cult whose spiritual leader fought with shadows in much the same way as this, Zephyr had learned to react quickly when anything sprung from the earth around his general vicinity. And, in this case, that meant springing a few dozen feet in the air like a cat who'd been spooked by a cucumber.
The airtime gives him a few moments to frantically reach into his gate-bag with his full arm, stretching out to grab a second Cloudcutter that he hadn't expected to use today. The board is thrust below his feet just in time, whirring to life and unfurling its sail a half-second before he would have landed back on the hazardous ground. The crafter lets out a breath he only just realized he'd been holding before turning his attention back to Corvus's shouts.
"Oh! Yeh, I got a couple more--" he says, reaching again into his bag and dangling a board in front of Corvus from above. "Anyone else need something to fly with?" he asks to the mental web of witches at large. (spells used:) the modern athenian: infocasting vibrionus gates magic canister cloudcutter
The ground stops it’s violent shaking and the cracks appear to stop. Their little flight plan hits with a successful shattering of mana fortified glass. He watches as flames erupt within the darkness of the creature. It illuminates a vast skeletal structure as well as something else. Black and devoid of anything he can recognize as living. Then again he’s simply an alchemist. What would he know?
A shadowy movement catches his attention as tendrils leap to life from the ground. Thankfully he is on a broom already making it very easy to evade being trapped on the ground. He simply needs to get higher, out of their reach. Like magic but... well no it’s just magic. Zephyr Hart makes a quick jump from the ground before bringing out another of his toys offering one to their youngest charge currently. It was for the best... as far as he knew the poor boy had no means of flight thanks to his purchase of the canine.
"Well that was... enlightening. Get it? Because the fire?” He laughed at his own joke but he was of course being mildly serious. There was something moving in the shroud of darkness. Something that was probably a thing ghey should target with their magic. What other potions should he try to play with. Let’s take a look in the bag... well. Um.
"Any ideas Zephy? I’ve got a few more fire potions and a few others. Oh I have a few vanquishing potions too. You saw it too right? That weird blob." He said smiling as he dug around the satchel at his back. Zephyr Hart and corvus kasparian were close enough to see the handful of potions he had left. Besides two oddly shaped bottles like the one corvus kasparian was given there were just a few vials of various colors. Obviously he wasn’t stockpiled like his crazy self normally was for this but he was still insane enough to have a stash like this on his person.
Desmond had never been through the sixth elluvian mirror in the Silvertongue's private collection, and couldn't have expected it to go somewhere as mundane as the Jester's Den headquarters. He didn't even realize their two covens were on good enough terms to establish such a direct means of communication.
But, that was a curiosity for another day. If the scrying pool was any indication, it was likely that they'd expected him to show up, which would not been quite so unnerving if he hadn't seen his daughter appear on the atheneum screen. He is rigid, only half paying attention to the woman's greeting as his gut burns in discontent and his mind spins to calculate if this could have been planned, if someone could have used her to force his cooperation...
Though, in the moment, he bitterly concludes that it doesn't matter one way or the other, because even working with someone a thousand times more vile than himself would be better than letting Ling suffer for his decision.
And so those feelings of suspicion and baseless resentment are bound to the back of his soul, as he sits at the side of the pool and unsheathes a knife. "Would you like to link together our minds to speed this up, or shall I? And to clarify, is the intent to save the town, or the people?" he asks, framing the second question as a tasteless joke, despite it being a genuine question. Many of the witches he worked with wouldn't care about the people, though working with members of the Jester's Den was new to him. Maybe they'd be different.
With the knife, the seer cuts his own hand and taints the water red, as he watches the screen, now overlaid with images of futures which would occur mere moments from now.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Mar 16, 2020 13:25:50 GMT
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it feels like he is in the heart of an explosion, fire licking against his skin and streaking away to sear at the twisted form facing him. or perhaps he is the explosion, with his summons and his flames and his heavy golden horn. the wind dances beneath his wings; around him, a good two-dozen witches burn brilliantly in his intuition, throwing every scrap of mana and might at the creature of myth.[break][break]
( a moment of astonished delight despite himself: cain delacour and bailey renico here, fighting alongside them, so dizzyingly powerful; and maddox, like a tempest wrought of lightning and fury, eyes lit up almost silver with reflected mana-light- )[break][break]
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it stops, the earth stops trembling, jahr seems to pause so incandescent with wrath it is, the moment is suspended-[break][break]
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it crashes down, shatters like glass against a pounding fist; the tail slams down and the very earth comes alive with writhing, curling darkness. he jerks up out of instinct, airborne up and away far far far from the treacherous ground; and so has a perfect vantage point to watch the effects of the jester leader's attack. [break][break]
it is like breathing in skysong, a burn in his lungs as the sound of supernovae echo in his ears, thrum of golden stardust erupting in streaks of light and heat and searing brilliance. mana burns in his veins like a criss-cross of electrosynaptic wiring burrowed through his muscles and bones, imprinted with the self-same certainty that suggests one can fight the world; holding out his hands like a prayer, he lets the sky tear itself apart to send lightning screaming down upon jahr, seeking the bones and sphere that cain delacour's starfire reveals.[break][break]
there is something rather beautiful about being able to explode summoned lightning.
[attr="class","ashni-tags"] @ so you know how you can explode your summons....[break] # scrolls used: wings of an angel, horn of judgement, skyward summoning: swallows, summoning skill: explosive summons, caster's scrolls: scroll 1[break] # techniques used: fire dragon bullet, sacred fire, flame bombs
Soft trails of magical light spring from líng lù-xī's fingers as she implores the runes for knowledge lost long ago. Unfortunately, words and shapes are barely half-formed before her magic shrivels in front of the wraith's dark form. However, a glowing circle has just enough time to close itself around the silhouette of a sphere illuminated by Cain's incendiary attack before both the sphere and the circle formed by the rune are lost to the shadow. Another circle of magical energy, much smaller than the first and barely at the edge of the runescripter's line of sight, steadfastly glimmers around a speck of gold at the edge of the docks. [break][break] aiden emerson sees a similar glint within the undulating shadows, in the same place where the golden tear fell. It has not moved from where it landed. [break][break] The two light sprites, one from heath ambroise and one from maddox rothscus ✨, manage to find each other somewhere midway between the ground and the looming body of the wraith. Through the drones, Heath would be able to see that they appear incredibly hesitant -- and who wouldn't be, under the shadow of a malicious god? But they touch their hands together and continue their ascent. Amongst the chaos of the fight, Jahr doesn't even seem to notice them. Without much warning at all, a shift in its coiling body to avoid the brunt of a fiery attack sweeps over the little elemental creatures, consuming them, and causing them to vanish. [break][break] kasimir burovski ✨'s branching lightning strikes true, illuminating a large portion of the wraith and landing a glancing strike on that dark, nebulous thing that only red light seems to reveal. Unfortunately, it very quickly comes apparent that Jahr is not pleased by this turn of events. A shrieking, discordant roar accompanied by a strike from its massive, whiplike tail sends the summoner hurtling away, crashing through the town's canopy and the roof of some poor merchant's shop in the middle of town. Were it not for the summoner's magical wings and permanent augment, he may have been on the verge of death -- and even without it, the pain in some of his limbs indicates that a few bones have definitely fractured. [break][break] And he isn't the only one to be harmed -- in fact, he's lucky to be alive. The shadowy tendrils reaching from the ground have latched on to countless witches who were unable to evade or repel them, gripping them more tightly than a hungry boa. Limbs are snapped and necks are broken before many can properly react. @emery's transfigured legs of stone begin to literally crack under the pressure as the shadows creep higher. The earth-dragon, ninos knight, is trapped under the dark bindings -- though his transformed body is too large and sturdy to be killed outright, even dragons can fall unconcious due to lack of air. aiden emerson's purification of the tendrils surely saves dozens, @caleb and corvus kasparian among them. [break][break] A coil with one of the Jahr's claws sweeps down, slicing indiscriminately though flesh and dirt before sinking into one of the crevices in the earth and flinging it upwards, causing large chunks of earth and stone to fly towards the town. The claw dipped dangerously close to maddox rothscus ✨ -- so close that the blood of someone who was sliced in half gets on his clothes and a surge of earth buries the lower half of his body. The reaching shadows, though much weaker upon his purified grounds, finally have enough reach to dislocate a shoulder, and threaten to damage even more. One of the trees which zhihao lin spoke to bends to intercept a cow-sized boulder, protecting the people and elluvian center behind it, at the cost of a few of its larger branches splintering at the impact.
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A glimmering stryx appears on the academic's shoulder. True, it was unreasonable to attack a wraith with elemental techniques, and it was more dangerous still for a familiar to be harmed by a wraith, but his own familiar was small and well acquainted with their limits. With so many lives on the line, this was a calculated risk worth taking. Bursts of elemental light begin to dispel the shadowy tendrils in the most densely packed areas, and around the elluvian hub of the town where meifon lin, zhihao lin, astartia zamóre, and líng lù-xī were all gathered. At the same time, threads begin to sew up the deep gashes caused by the monster's claws (at least, on those who could still be saved). [break][break] Jahr displayed incredible elemental prowess, Bailey observed, which was almost always a sign that the wraith had summoning magic. Wraiths simply could not call upon elemental techniques, and he'd never read of any wraith with multiple affinities. And yet, he'd just seen before his very eyes the mushrooms which had been planted to harm it turned to snakes -- an obviously transfigurative spell. And then there was its capacity for speech, which could have easily been a spellsinger's trick. Or perhaps divination? And its dark form was more averse to spells than most wraiths, so perhaps purification or some sort of athenian obfuscation was at play as well. Maybe the Jahr was a truly exceptional creature, whose very existence broke all of the rules that humans understood to be truth. Or maybe (and in the more likely case) Bailey was just missing something. [break][break] "It seems to know more than just summoning spells... assume that it might be able to cast from a variety of affinities," he adds to the mental web of information. Possibly every affinity known to witches, he ponders bitterly to himself. It hardly made any sense, with how unique the different branches of magic were; the flexibility of a wraith's mana would have to reach dizzying levels to display that amount of variety. Unless, unless, it was somehow calling upon all of these spells in a similar way -- like how an an athenian pulls from a database. But, from where -- or whom -- was it getting these spells from? It had hardly been attacked by any shadows, so it wasn't likely pulling from anyone here. Then... could it be..? "There's a possibility... that it's somehow using the magic of those sacrificed to it..."
[break][break]( The woman from the vision gives Charani Petrov a blank, almost distressed look, and hesitates before replying. "I... go there. You, wóþbora, show." She struggles to get the words out, apparently new to the language. [break][break] Despite the communication barrier, she seems to come to some sort of resolve. She whispers under her breath as if in prayer and scatters a handful of bones (teeth, segments of spine, and claws) from under her cloak to the street. The bones quiver before pulling themselves together, elongating, and forming a full skeleton of some sort of winged chimera. Some people in the crowd shriek, drawing the attention of others as the creatures flesh creeps back up along its basic structure. The woman is not blind to their newfound audience as she quickly grabs Charani by the arm and pulls him onto the death-cold beast, giving no warning before it leaps and takes to the skies. "Ic besorgiebesorgiġe..." she whispers under her breath, barely above the shouts for the police fading behind them as they gain speed. )
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[break][break]( "Saving both would be ideal, of course!" Hestia replies to Desmond Grey, as if such a thing should be obvious. She does not, however, correct her initially stated priority. "I'll ask our main contact on the frontlines to make a direct connection with you. I hope an athenian spell is alright for your work?"
[break][break]If the connection is allowed, a vaguely masculine, not-quite-voice slips into Desmond's thoughts: "So, you're that other Silvertongue seer, huh? I always thought it was kind of weird Mitya never talks about you -- it better not be because you're incompetent." The overlaid images on the screen show witches falling limply to the ground and buildings crumbling -- some are clear, immutable in the mere moments his Sight allows him to react. Others are more blurred, as multiple immediate futures make themselves apparent. Ling, for now, is not in any life-threatening danger, but many others are -- who, or what, do you attempt to save?)
[break][break]--- ooc notes: [break]If you would like your character to be removed from the death enabled portion of this thread (aka, leave the fight through an Elluvian Mirror or other method of teleportation), this round is the last opportunity to do so. Charani Petrov please note if you would like to join the DE portion of this thread in the next round. (These decisions can be communicated to staff over Discord or any other OOC method if you don't have time to post). Similarly, this will be the last round where new characters will be able to join the DE portion.
[break][break]Due to the character being shelved, ninos knight has been removed from the fight with no death penalties
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Corvus uttered a loud, “Thank you!! 🙏🙏” as Zephyr pulled form who knows where another hoverboard. He’s so grateful in fact, that he’s ignorant of the attacks that move to strike him only to be stopped by another witch’s magic, thank the gods. Merle however is seriously upset that magic he is so familiar with had turned on them but nevertheless is quick to get on with master floating above the ground’s magic. Still, Corvus’ gratitude is shortly lived as he’s witness to the dozens of witch strangled and ripped apart with shadowy force alone. He has never seen Merle truly hunt, only glimpses of his technique and tactics and even that is ruthless enough. This was indiscriminate and he was lucky to be spared. [break][break]
Their mighty god screams in indignant fury and pain and he has barely the time to form cover his ears before he looks up to see the more offensive witches, smashes right out of the sky, his older cousin among them. Eyes lock on to one bastard and he grows panicked as he follows the descent. He can barely see the man’s form through all the dust picking up from the dirt. “Is he- Madds’ ok right?! 😨😱😱” he blurted out before looking at his other cousins as they continued to pull together a follow up attack. He blinks quickly before nodding. “Yeah, something’s in there!! It’s the same color as his body?? Smoke??? I guess? 😦” Corvus added unhelpfully. [break][break]
Bailey’s information makes its way through the network and Corvus swallowed hard not particularly understanding the limits of a wraith, but pretty sure most couldn’t use affinities. He looked back at his cousins before pointing at Zeph. “Maybe Zeph can dump all your potions inside Jahr with however he pulled a hoverboard out of his bag? 🤔🤔” it sounded more facetious than he meant it to but it wasn’t like Corvus understood magic all that well, much less that of his cousin who he watched occasionally play with scraps of metal until it did something. For his part he would have to get closer if he even wanted to try attacking that blob, but honestly, he would rather not. “We’re not getting closer to it right…? 😨” he added eyes on the beast he had not wanted to fight in the first place. Still, he was part of a rather reckless family. So instead of praying for a decisive 'no' Corvus began assessing the stardust in the area. After Cain's work earlier there was probably a bunch of left over he could coalesce into something useful. [break][break]
Sure enough, he can feel concentrations of it, even around Jahr and does his best with his own reach to shape a concentration, ready to shove it into the inky darkness and blow it up the minute his cousin's needed it. "I can give a little support if you manage to send another explosive delivery. 😔" [break][break]
items used | [break] spells used | a subtle touch: scroll #1, scroll of the switch, FAULKHEIT’S GRIMOIRE: STARDUST AS PLASMA #2, FAULKHEIT’S GRIMOIRE: USAGE OF ATMOSPHERIC STARDUST [break] techniques used | firestorm, recolor [break][break]
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Aiden is scared of losing this lead. Even more so now as the screams of agony and the sounds of flesh tearing rip through along with the sound of the earth breaking and shattering. He tilted his broom down letting it increase in speed and bee lining towards the golden light. Aiden casts one more break flow around the golden point, ever cautious of magic leaking out of the ground wanting very much to avoid his own limbs form being ripped off his body. shears back on his thigh, he zoomed forward inches from the ground and slowed down just enough to outstretch his hand and carefully dig into the ground to snatch up whatever golden power was waiting there, if it had taken for mand wasn’t just weird hallucinations. He’d never know for sure, but he had already come too far to back off now when it was in sight. Scooping up a handful of dirt he clenched his fist tightly yanking his broom upwards to gain height once more, still wary of being near the ground. [break][break]
His eyes dart everywhere, moving from the ground to see if he’d missed the strange vision to his hand as bits of dirt fell off and back to Jahr whose screams and attacks were only worsening. When he turns to see the battlefield before him something sinks into his stomach as he looks down as patches of red on cracked earth. Its fresh and he does not smell the carnage on the winds. Yet. He caught sight of their front assault go down in a way that makes him a little thankful he stayed back, and then immediately guilt washed over him. Should he have stayed to lend more of a buffer? No- now wasn’t the time for that kind of thought. [break][break]
McKenna whispered something weakly in his mind, warning him to stay alert as the redhead commands his broom to circle the beast. “If you’re still in the air, move to his flanks. He’ll take all of out of the sky if we’re directly in front of him.” Aiden sent into the neural network urging witches to at the very least separate to make harder targets. At least, maybe buzzing around like flies would make it harder for Jahr to kill them all. He moved in close, flanking the beast trying to keep out of sight, readying his clenched hand full of dirt one last Break Flow. If he couldn’t attack, he could at least disrupt the damage while his companions continued to lay waste to the wraith. Especially if they went near that sphere thing. [break][break]
They had to keep the pressure somehow. He was stuck trying to figure out if that thing inside it was some sort of magical artifact or just a spell’s mana taken full form. His fist is still clenched as he muttered an incantation under his breath. Thumb on the broom handle, he carefully released his other hand and reached for his shears which lengthened into their full size and emanated something that slowed his heart rate just a little. These things could cut through any woven material right? They wouldn’t do much on an unknown stone looking thing, but maybe it would chip away something. And right now, that’s all he really had in his arsenal. “I’m moving in.” he warned before he darted through patches of cleared shadow aiming a swipe of the sword at that thing on his way out the other end. The shears glowed as he prepared for retaliation.
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items | vision inducement x1, heirloom wand: shears of fortune, [break] spells | integration, bag of holding, clear sight: alchemy, break flow, full reset [break] techniques | concussion wave, [break]
[attr="class","a1notes"] #fight tldr; preparing a break flow for jahr's next attack and hoping he doesn't get bitchslapped outta the sky.
Post by heath ambroise on Mar 31, 2020 22:40:50 GMT
Heath felt his heart seize for a moment as a panel in his interface flickered to complete darkness and he lost sight of the sprites inside Jahr’s body. He feels himself influence a suddenly frantic movement as his drone tries to find something to point to, some kind of light inside the darkness. The sprites are gone, and despite not being completely solid, there was still an eeriness of the shadows that held Jahr together. A glance down as he watches chaos ensue, their front vanguard getting smashed back, the people on the ground being torn to shreds. He can almost feel the roots of every plant writhing and shivering as Jahr soaks blood on a dry earth.
His shock is replaced by anger as Bailey’s words appear on the shared network of the battlefield. Still it doesn’t stop the flow of questions he still had. Who was Jahr then? Was the a wraith puppeteering the souls of those sacrificed to him? Was he a corrupted mass of all kinds of witches let loose on their plane of existence? “Was Jahr a wraith in the legends or was he something else and the corruption just made him this?” he asked, more so prodding Bailey who, for all intensive purposes, was one of the only fucking experts on wraiths on this battlefield at the moment.
Well whatever. Heath moves back letting his drone continue further through Jahr, prodding for anything else odd. Might as well keep something inside to monitor that thing. Another ping hits the group chat and the journalist is quick to send back a hurried, “Yes I’m going towards you, Zeph.” As he turns frantically before spotting the familiar figure and beginning to make his way back. He wouldn’t decline the offer of being in the air right now, specially when the earth around his home was being mangled at every second. With Jahr going wild, he takes another moment to focus another summon on the beast’s eyes praying some of the rot disrupts the vision. Anything to give those still scrambling on the ground time to move out of the way.
spells used: entangle, impassive bush, commune, woodshapers spear, fungal decay: flesh and bones, glowshrooms, the modern athenian: drones techniques used: storm of swallows items used: summoning sprites: light sprite
Spells used: Tarot Reading Telepathy Guide of Paths
"I think you broke my heart again"
"please don’t leave and take my hand"
The woman scatters bones on the ground, whispering something in a language he doesn’t recognize. She grabs his arm as a bone like chimeric creation forms. The air feels cold around him. It feels wrong. He doesn’t like this feeling... but if this was the path that was needed then he would walk it.
The crowd around them grows tense at this display of magic. Maybe they sense the same terror of death that he feels? It’s necromancy... he is sure of it. It would explain how she’s alive despite his vision being of the distant past. Stranger things have happened.
“Go left, it’ll get us there faster. There’s an elluvian near the tower there.” The boy said as they became airborne. The ride was not comfy at all. Maybe it was the boney seat he was on behind the woman that was causing the discomfort.
He was sure with how quickly they’d reach the place there wouldn’t be time for a reaction of any sizable force. They could just force their way through the mirror and be at their destination. They were close to a bunch anyway that would transport them.
As soon as they would arrive at the destination no doubt they’d go through the mirror strange bone creature and all. When and if that happened aiden emerson would probably feel the snapping of a connection. Familiar. Invasive but familiar as his friends telepathy found the boy within range.
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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Her earthen form moves closer to the wraith, and she is careful not to stomp on her companions along the way. She casts ROCK TRIGGER once she reaches a suitable spot, mana pooling underneath the Jahr and creating a seal that would explode when ready; but she may become unsuspecting once it explodes, as it is highly volatile and sensitive in her own words.
[break][break]So many things happen all at once. First, the earthquake that almost makes her lose her focus. Her earthen form almost tumbles -- she could feel pieces of rock dropping to the ground, although they are fairly small -- but she holds her ground. The seal is almost about to burst now. She moves it, just a little bit, away from the town and just deep beneath Jahr's huge form.
[break][break]Just a little bit more now, a little bit more-
[break][break]They keep attacking, more people are talking in the interface, speaking in words that she seems to be drowning out for now- She sees the way the leader of the Jester's Den attack with a burst of red fire from the stars, the way an orb is illuminated his starfire- sees the way lightning crashes into Jahr's body and seems to hit that vital spot, for the monster does not seem to like this turn of events- Rogue on her earthen shoulder, standing and watching it all, providing Emery with what has remained of his mana-
[break][break]A little more-
[break][break]Until finally, finally, she seizes the chance. She pushes another round of mana into the seal and as it should be, it explodes underneath Jahr's belly. Rocks fly from all directions, big and small- some make their way to Jahr underneath, though how they have hit them she did not know-
[break][break]Ruptures form from the Jahr's attacks, and soon after that come shadow tendrils that shouldn't be able to grip anything, but they do- and one of the things that they find their way into is her legs. And they grip so tight, very tight, that she could do nothing but watch as her earthen legs crack beneath her. And suddenly something from inside her strikes- a sudden excruciating pain that she could already feel even in the human form deep within the atronach-
[break][break]My... legs...!
[break][break]And without thinking, she expels her mana and transforms yet again into her human form. The tendrils seem to become light, and they don't grip onto her, so she hurries and casts PILLARS to guide her back down. One by one their height becomes shorter until she reaches the ground- her back aches from being hit by her own pillars about three times- until finally, mana fully extinguished, Rogue exits the physical world and returns to his lane.
[break][break]But Emery... Emery scoots away, as further as possible from the tendrils until she hits the wall of a destroyed building- she could not move anymore. She lets out a short scream as she finally feels the pain in her legs and back, looks down on them and sees the blood coming out of them... she huffs, tries to breathe properly, cold sweat dripping from her spine and from her forehead.
[break][break]Her breathes are uneven and she is witness to yet another injury on her knees. What can she do now, however, but to sit around and be helpless if she has legs that are bleeding so badly?
[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"] Zephyr Hart hello Caleb wants a board if that's alright ;v;
Caleb expects nothing but chaos if Jahr is to ever make an attack. And chaos it is, accompanied with destruction and ruin; for as it sends its tail lashing out, it destroys multiple infrastructures of Eclipse Town, unfortunately including the one he is standing on.
[break][break]Caleb is almost taken by surprise and is almost not prepared for that onslaught; he casts DOUBLE JUMP to help himself flutter back to the ground, though he does trip and he falls to the ruins of what was once Eclipse Town's streets, now reduced to cracks on the ground that no one would want to step on.
[break][break]He turns to where Jahr is and sees the spells the other witches have cast against it; but nothing surprises and excites him more than the spell Cain Delacour, Jester's leader, has cast, and the lightning entering the very monster soon after. His excitement is short-lived, however, because Jahr attacks back -- the witch who'd cast that lightning, which he quite recognizes though he can't pinpoint, may have gotten such a fatal blow from the wraith -- but he takes note what has been discovered.
[break][break]There seems to be a sphere inside Jahr, and based on the wraith's reactions it seems he doesn't like to be hit there. He also sees the snakes, rainbow-colored and very familiar; he doesn't know how they got there, as he was not paying attention (though it was really Jahr's fault), but he sees them from Jahr's mouth and realizes he needs to tell someone. Maybe someone who'd seen it before.
[break][break]Caleb almost forgets about the interface, where so many witches are communicating through. Aria is still perched on his shoulder; he must make her leave soon. A particular blonde -- Zephyr Hart -- asks who would want something to fly with. Caleb wouldn't have needed it had it not been for the discovery that casting elemental spells will give their familiars a risk of being targeted by the Jahr.
[break][break]"I would want one if you don't mind, Zephyr!" He says into the interface, waving at the blonde to get his attention, all while he walks towards him.
[break][break]But as he could not resist it, he decides to ask as well, "Uh. This will probably be useless and it's probably just going to waste our time, but while I'm at it..." He scratches his nape, reconsidering if he should be asking at all. "I saw some snakes from Jahr. They're oddly familiar, though... I think they're from the time when we went to Blackmoor Swamp for that lizardman."