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.
Post by elijah silverwood on May 24, 2017 0:07:06 GMT
eye for an eye.
Elijah stares on as the room suddenly changes, his feet making ground on solid rock. The place grows dark, and the monster seems to move on its own accord. Elijah grits his teeth, barely rolling away from a spare tentacle as it lashes towards him. Air brushes over his hair; he can feel where the monster had nearly doubled him over. It's most definitely real, not an illusion like he'd previously thought.
How are we supposed to come up with something new if the monster keeps attacking us? He thinks. Elijah's not the most creative person; he prefers a certain order to things. A battle like this proves spontaneous; wild and unpredictable. He doesn't know what will happen next, and that makes him nervous.
"It's like its tentacles act on their own accord." He says, hoping that the others listened, "We should work on cutting each of them off somehow."
Elijah breathes. His body is slowly getting used to the adrenaline, he can feel himself moving faster; a heightened sense of awareness, but he has to keep moving or else fear will keep him rooted in place. He quickly casts a CREATION, generating shadows. The darkness elongates in the room, leaving certain parts of the floor pitch black. He has more to with with now.
Now what? He thinks, desperately trying to think of what to do. What can I do? Elijah pushes a hand against the darkness of his shadow, focusing his mana as he sinks into it again. Body hidden from view he inches closer, letting his shadow whip at the octopus's eyes, serving as a distraction for the other witches while they can attack.
Qrszh4UR Charani Petrov @jemm1 elih kartalZari Malia eli's just trying ok he's distracting the monster with shadow whip pew pew and he's like in his own shadow or smething attack my friends
Time to add 'charging at a giant octopus' to her list of mistakes. Zari managed to avoid one of the giant tentacles, but she misjudged how far away the next one appeared to be and ended up getting brushed by the tip. A tree caught her and prevented her from falling over entirely. One of the bruises from yesterday's activity started to ache all over again.
This monster needed to die. Not for the earlier reason of getting rewarded for defeating this thing and proving that she was the best. No, Zari simply wanted to move on with her life. Half of her body felt miserable and this fake room creeped her out.
One of the guys helping out suggested attacking each of the limbs and she was totally down for that. Getting revenge on the part that tried to hit her should be rewarding on its own. Besides, there weren't a whole lot of other options. Her earlier attempt to go straight for the head didn't seem to accomplish anything, so the only target left would be one of the tentacles. The others did not have the time to listen to her whole thought process when a simple “Works for me” would do in response.
While the octopus had his attention distracted elsewhere, Zari focused on using Slice again. A slight breeze kicked up around her as the air blades failed to inflict enough damage to finish the job. At that rate, it might take forever to get rid of one arm, and this thing had eight. Zari bit her bottom lip and tried to analyze the situation. There had to be a better way to use the spell, even if it went off the book, so to speak. Maybe she could put more power behind it, or try and land multiple attacks at once.
But how?
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Getting knocked down isn't going to stop Zari from trying to slice a tentacle off. If only she was strong enough to do it. . . | 308 words| Charani Petrov @jemm1 elih kartalelijah silverwood
Am I...useless? His attacks had little effect, the power fizzling out to an unsatisfying crawl. The beast, irritated by such paltry efforts, blew at him with his wings and it was enough that he was knocked off of his feet. He felt like a rag doll, rolling on to his side, staring ahead of him as other members of his group tried to deal with their situation the best they could. For a moment, fire lit his blue eyes from another with pastel pink hair. She was brave right now, choosing to fight while he laid upon this floor in almost stunned silence. Fire was an amazing element, but what did he have? Light? Hardly suited him. He was not pure in the least nor religious.
She was yelling for help though, for some way to restrain the bird? It did give him ideas, but how could he pull it off? It means we must push our limits. Grasp for the impossible even though it may look bleak in chance! Lumin gave him yet another pep talk to lift his spirits, with the twenty-four year old sitting up and then standing. "Taking a risk..." He muttered to himself, and like machinery his legs began to move to the conflict at hand and his breaths steadied. "Despite the possibility of failure...and the unknown ahead..."
Will I fail? Will I succeed for these people?
That girl had a plan, and it was better than blindly swatting at the thing. "I got it. I'll do it!" Now running, light ebbed from his finger, sharp yet inexperienced but it would do. The hit to its wing was like smacking a brick wall but it did get its attention. His breath hitched at that murderous, ominous gaze and he high tailed it to the rock formation to lure it. "If I could only restrain it myself instead of...baiting it like this..." Roderick ducked quickly, enough that he felt the rush of air above him from it racing above him. With its back turned, he tried to imagine something restraining the bird enough. A binding with light? It was possible wasn't it?
elih uses shard creation and tries to poke the octopus while riding a giant coyote. fun times!
he seeks solace in the defiance his companions hurl at the monster. one stutters, punctuated with laughter, and elih tries for his own smile. it falls, trembling; his lips press into a thin, uncertain line instead. his movements, however stiff from fear they still may be, at least bear some direction about them: he hauls himself on top the full-sized familiar, a pale coyote currently rivalling your average horse in size, and tells himself that the mobility that being mounted offers will offer him higher chances of not getting caught.
distantly, he also registers the fact the combined height of himself and hamster make them a far larger target than the rest. the word 'decoy' comes to mind -- it is difficult to tear his eyes away from the waving tentacles, unblinking, wondering if the summoner would interfere before it tears someone apart -- and his hands flutter before settling against the coyote's neck.
his eyes are drying, tearing; he blinks and the room changes. another occasion would have him marvel at the work of the illusionists, but for now, it feels as though he's been shoved off a very high cliff -- freefalling. again, as though from a great distance, the suggestion of cutting of the tentacles floats through. somehow, miraculously, it registers, and he catches the mana at the edge of his mind, creating shards of ice that fly towards the octopus. elih doesn't stay in place long enough to see if they hit. hamster bounds a few more steps away, spins on his haunches, and perhaps drawing inspiration from the girl that had laughed before, charges.
there isn't enough time to think properly. another shard of ice flickers into existence, and this he grasps in his hand, a make-shift knife that draws his own blood before it does the monster's, if it touches it at all. it doesn't: he leans down as far as he can to swipe at it as hamster charges past, but the ice shard meets thin air.
a soft hiss of frustration escapes him. he needs better reach than this -- a way to hit the octopus without being right up in its face. he examines the ice shard in his hand. the coyote growls.
Dark shadows crawled across the floor. It felt cold and gross on his feet. He could only imagine how it would feel if he wasn't wearing shoes... maybe like ice? Or maybe like that feeling when your foot is asleep and you can still feel the prickles but nothing really else. That's what he imagined it would feel like.
He seemed to have regulated himself to the support position with those strange shadows. The girl appeared to be all wind witch ninja as she dodged and weaved after being smacked hard the first time. That looked like it had to hurt. He wished he knew some kind of healing spell to help her but she seemed to be okay for now. She was slicing at the thing with wind blades but they didn't seem to be doing much damage. Nothing they did seemed to be doing much damage.
Charani had yet to really move when the ice man started riding a wolf? Or was it a coyote? He wasn't very good with animals so he could be sure. It didn't matter as there were ice shards freaking flying at the octopus. That was kinda cool. Well crap he really should get in there and help. He couldn't just stand here and be the damsal in distress. He felt a bitterness in the pit of his stomach at the thought. The thought of being useless again. Again.
"Well shit, I guess it won't hurt to try..." Go big or go home right? He had to think of something. Anything. Maybe just buy himself time to think. His mind went blank as he rolled to the side as a tentacle slammed into the ground to his left. It probably wouldn't have hit him any as the thing just seemed to be lashing about with that one but it still was close enough that a sprinkle of fear rolled down his spine.
"You can do this," he said to himself, focusing his mana into his hands; trying to feel the earth beneath him. He closed his eyes as his familiar bit into one of the tentacles nearest him... more trying to get it's attention away from the witch than anything else. Technique: Earth Shower was all the he could think of as a good distraction at the moment. He focused his mana forward, a hail of rocks shooting towards the octopus. None of them were larger than a softball but it should serve as a good distraction. Maybe they'd be lucky too and it would hit one of the things eyes and blind the thing. How could he use his earth magic better. He had to think. What could he do.
[attr="class","intext"]Sima hated this. This was getting ridiculous and annoying and she was just too tired for this bullshit. Adrenaline coursed through her, but all it was really doing was exhausting her. They had done a pretty good job on not getting seriously injured, but how long could they keep this up as exhaustion began to weigh them down? Already her body wasn't responding in the way she wanted it to and it was all taking her by surprise. Having never really experienced a fight like this, the rate at which it was sapping her energy was almost terrifying in itself. She made a note, somewhere in the back of her head, to work on energy conservation.
She already could see the flaws of her previous plan. If anyone asked, she would firmly blame sleep deprivation and fear for some of the stupid mistakes she made. "Stupid mistakes will get you killed." She could practically hear someone scolding her and it pissed her off, the imaginary voice. She'd never done this before. Stupid mistakes were going to happen. That didn't mean she couldn't do her best to minimize the number of them. So she took a step back and watched for a moment. What could she do different? How could she best help in this situation? It looked like the white haired fellow was already trying to figure out how to restrain it, so she crossed that off her list of possible ways to help. After all, their goal was to kill it, right? What was a good way to damage it? Where wasn't it paying enough attention? She watched, just a few more seconds, and she determined that it was its feet. It didn't watch its feet very much. That's where they would attack, then.
She focused, tried her best to push past the weight in her body and chaos in her mind, and really focus. She could feel the mana coursing through her and she could feel the ground beneath her feet. It was mostly dirt, but somewhere underneath there was rock. There was always rock under the dirt. And so she reached. She extended herself down to it hoping it would listen to her. No, that's not right. Working with rock was like working with wood. A firm hand and a sharp knife and it would take shape. So she pushed. She would mold this rock as she did wood. She would impale this damn bird with the ground on which it good.
tl;dr: Sima tries to impale the damn thing NhycacjR
Post by elijah silverwood on May 25, 2017 3:45:00 GMT
eye for an eye.
The room seems to be making progress; he spots the girl on the edge of his vision every so often; relentlessly attacking the octopus. He's heard ice shards barely slice through the air next to his ear; and he has to react quickly in order not to get impaled by one of them. Rocks too; are thrown at its body, knocking into its body. There are many eyes, and it may be able to see everything, but it still proves to be a weakness if it can't hit anything away. It's a good distraction from the octopus, and Elijah seeks to take advantage of it.
His shadow reaches forward, and he focuses more mana into making it sharp; into a point, and he throws it towards one of its tentacles, hoping to chop it off with a clean slash. Sweat starts to bead down his temple, and he can already feel his overexertion. He can feel Vesuvia's strain near him.
Unfortunately, the octopus takes notice of him at such a close range, and he's doesn't see the swing of it's tentacle until it's too late. Pain races up his side as the impact takes place, his body thrown backwards. Elijah lands near another fledgling's feet--the one that's has the earth technique. At least he's not the only one that's having trouble. That's going to definitely bruise, he thinks as he picks himself up. He's fine otherwise; no bleeding that he can see. He's lucky that the Octopus hasn't used its beak to attack anyone.
Exhaustion is starting to set in, but he doesn't want to stop. Elijah wearily stands, mind racing for more ideas. What else can he do? It's unfortunate that darkness affinity is more so about stealth than anything; he has few attacking capabilities and fewer that can deal with this monster, but perhaps there's merit in distracting the octopus still.
He throws his hands out in front of him, hands making purchase on the shadows that surround that octopus, and pulls darkness over its eyes. Maybe it'll help the others find an opening?
SWiIdQFA Charani Petrov @jemm1 elih kartalZari Malia eli gets hit. also tries to slice octopus with shadows. is very tired. picks himself up and shields the octopus's eyes.
Percy... doesn't sound too confident, but that he has a plan immediately helps to stabilise the racing of her heart. Her chest hurts, her sides hurt and she can feel more pain radiating from Valkea's side of their bond; as the older witch tugs her back she retreats with trembling limbs and bones that ache with an echo of her familiar's wounds. Her ears are ringing and Valkea's instincts and adrenaline-fueled protective rage are thunderous in her head - it takes her a long moment before she realises that Percy is speaking to her. And that there's suddenly a brown-haired woman near them. "L-long range?" she repeats, the words stuttering in her chest. She forces the rising panic back again, focusing on the determination laced like steel through Valkea's core, borrowing some of his emotional strength as her own quavers. "N-no, I don't think- I don't think I have? I'm- I'm a support!" Her voice rises in a mix of helplessness and terror again before she takes several deep breaths and stops. Thinks. "I could- I could try adapting something though?"
Ideas flit through her mind - some interesting theory she'd gone through for fun, a few more offensive rune combinations she'd previously discarded, concepts she'd been inspired to start drafting with the earlier lessons - her blind panic retreats as she reaches for her ever-present paper and pen and starts frantically scrawling out a modified barrier array. No wait, what if she overlapped it with a hexagonal star- Or! she could take the theory from her earth attacks, they're offensive and a good place to start-
A bubble suddenly envelopes her, pulling her up off the ground and away from her element of earth. "W-what?! Wait, lemme down!" It feels more like confinement than protection, more like a trap than something to keep her safe, and she's away from the earth, her element, and it's wrong-
Panic sparks, and she throws herself at the bubble just as Valkea bounds over and bites it with his sharp sharp teeth; they tumble to the ground in a tangle of limbs and fur and hair; Ling scrambles to her feet, glances at her experimental array, looks back at the boar, and she slams it to the ground and channels as much mana into the array as it can contain, hoping that it'd work-
There's a moment, a pause where she thinks maybe it worked, maybe beyond all expectations the experimental array worked'- and then there's the flash, the bang as the experimental array backfires in a minor explosion. Ling recoils instinctively, arms flying up to shield her face from the worst of the damage; yeah, that was expected. Runic arrays really aren't meant to be thought of and tested on the spot. But this array, the way it backfired does give her a few more ideas as to what she might need to fix-
"Attack!" the brown-haired woman yells as the boar charges at them, and Ling doesn't know who she is yelling at but Valkea is close so she says, "Val-" and he, her beautiful blessed familiar, understands without need for any more words; the giant white fox launches himself at the boar again, the earth once again RUPTURING beneath his feet.
Ling, meanwhile, scrambles back, quickly BLINKING to the brown-haired woman. "I can- I can create barriers," she offers, trying to catch her breath as she does so. "Or- or I could try a experimental array again, I think I can do it."
With the way adrenaline burns in her veins and pain and terror and survival instinct war for domination within her, Ling doesn't realise that she's given her partners no context, that she might well be babbling gibberish if they have no knowledge of runecraft.tl;dr whoops ling panics and breaks percy's bubble, tests out an experimental runic array which backfires with a mini explosion, then blinks to isadora's side and offers to set barriers/try the experimental rune array again while valkea attacks the boar UDMHibDL
Percy has no time to check Ling further. He just hopes she can utilize the BUBBLE to the best of her abilities. But then on the next second she breaks through the bubble, and puzzled, and Percy looks at her in a split second. She seems considerably upset, and guilt enveloped him in an instant. "Sorry," he murmurs, but doubts she hears it. However this is no time to feel guilty, and so he pushes the disturbing thoughts away and turns his attention to the voice, and there is the brown-haired girl from before. So she is not just a figment of imagination.
He watches, tense, as the girl yells to get the attention of the boar. Percy takes a deep breath and starts reciting WINGLACE BLAST. Due to overwhelming fear, Percy has to repeat the incantation thrice. On the third time he succeeds, and he feels the familiar course of strength run along his body.
Percy has to utilize the best four seconds of his life. With an already considerable distance from the boar, Percy nears the remaining distance in a flash. He kicks the boar in the area around its face as it spins to further chase the girl. The boar recoils from the hit, and just as Percy hopes, it lost its footing and staggers to the side.
Percy does not stop at that. In the next second he backs up, then on the third one kicks the boar's exposed hind leg. Percy hopes he could break at least its joints, but the most he can deal is to make the boar limp for a good few minutes.
Percy backs away, and yells "Attack now! It's limping! This is our best chance!"
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TL;DR Percy feels upset, and goes on to kick the boar, making it limp for a few minutes. A T T A C K
elih tries to use the opening provided and screws up: ends up on the ground, so creates a makeshift knife out of ice shards and tries to shove it in the monster's beak
hamster dodges an errant piece of rock; elih is almost dislodged by the coyote's sudden movements. frankly, his legs are starting to hurt from the effort of holding on, but the fear of the monster -- its tentacles waving, writhing, lashing out -- is enough of a motivator that the pain seems to dull in comparison. one of the other apprentices flies across the room, likely not by his own volition; elih spots the appendage in question and winces sympathetically.
ice shards lack the force to fully severe a tentacle, bouncing off almost harmlessly. if he keeps it up for long enough, perhaps it would work, but time is unlikely to be on their side. if he can somehow muster enough strength-- if he can get close enough--
shadows are dragged over the monster's eyes, rocks continue to rain downwards. it reels backwards. his hands are trembling, and he's ever so thankful for his familiar's quick decision making. hamster leaps forward, elih pressed tightly against grey fur, hand extended again for another spray of shards.
unable to discern the direction of the attack, this time a few more needles stick where they land. the monster thrashes; elih is too caught up in that split-second of minuscule triumph that he doesn't realise when a tentacle blindly wraps itself around his leg and gives a pull. it takes approximately another half second of desperate scrambling, all futile, before elih hits the ground winded and gasping.
everything seems to be thrown into disarray all at once -- his world narrows into a single spot in the artificial sky high above, dots dancing around in his vision. a brief shake of the head is all the time he is warranted before the monster floats itself towards him, and he sees a terrible, terrible beak move out of the dancing shadows and move towards him too quickly.
his thought process, in the way panic persuades it to, follows as such: beak-- ( ohgods there's a beak-- i hate octopi-- ) beak opens-- opening--
he pulls mana into another ice shard, grasps it tightly in his fist ( wonders why he also feels the slightest prickle of ice against his knuckles ), and shoves it upwards.
At the lack of palpable results, Vera starts growing impatient. Fire was not a patient element. It was, in the right hands, quick and volatile and lethal. Fire was just like her temperament. The most fitting element to her personality, some had said during her adolescent. It's frustrating to try so hard without results, even more frustrating to have someone depending on her, and being unable to produce anything of worth. She's very well done being the class' failure.
She lets out an angry, frustrated growl. As if on cue, something sparks up in the distance. The rocks she was meaning to inflame? She can only hope so. If calm did not work, would anger do the trick? Anger was associated to her element the same way serenity was associated to water, and flexibility to air. Despite her childhood instructors' many lessons focusing on her controlling it, subduing it, Vera decides to take the risk. She had nothing to earn by not trying, and everything to lose if she did not succeed.
Around her, her other teammates wear similar expressions of determination. The brunette takes a deep breath. She came into the room trusting neither of them, but in this moment it was either them or the monster bird. The knowledge that this is all an illusion doesn't even cross her mind anymore; to her, in this moment, the illusion is real. The threat is real. And she needs to push harder to survive it.
Letting everyone down is not an option.
She reaches somewhere deep inside her, towards where a small fire is burning. Where exactly that is, she has no idea. It's not logic she's using, but instinct alone. Flickering at times, blazing hot when not. She pictures the fire growing bigger, wilder, fueling it with willpower alone, and then she pictures this same flame multiplied tenfold and growing inside each and every one of the rocks. With some dumb luck, she'd get it this time.
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Frustration and anger fuel Vera's fire. Still trying to melt rocks.
Isadora can feel it, Persephone is right beside her. The thought impowers her and makes her giddy and terrified at the same time. She can feel the mana flow, and maybe the instructors were right maybe the visulaization was everything. Thinking of it as a two-way cylinder, she can breathe much easier. It's like a burden has been lifted from her back.
The girl in the bubble falls down and Isadora clenches her teeth at the impact.
Useless, weak, unorganized.
All those thoughts apply to her as well. What can she do? Jump around? She turns to look at Ling, and in that instant she thinks of something that Persephone said to her. The words had been a far cry from kind, and she was certain she had never thought that the thinkly veiled insult could mean anhything. What did she truly need to grow stronger?
"Okay," Isadora said, voice strangely clear. Not out of confidence, but out of desperation so stark that it could easily be mistaken for its opposite. "I'll go behind it again. You create the array--" in the back of her mind, there's a wild thought running loose: arrays? Runes? This girl knows about the ancient language of runes?
"--- but only activate it when I get back---." But the boar's legs have been attacked. Shit. Attack? With what? A butterfly?
Isadora wants to laugh madly, but then she sees somethign move in the corner of her eye. It's black and red, and blurred out despite being the center of her focus. Her familiar. She grits her teeth. "Change of plans! I'll attack now."
Percy, of course, was still next to the boar. But she supposed he'd get out of the way in time. And even though the statement was bold enough, she felt totally out of her depth while she attempted to conjure mana. To do...what, exactly? She visualized shadows, darkness. Almost automatically, she thought of claoking herself or going somewhere safe. Because to her, that was what darkness was. Safety. Home. Stillness.
Rethink your visualization.
She envisioned darkness lashing out, hitting surfaces and exploding. Like paint.
I know the feeling Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
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give it one more try to a lullaby And turn this up on the radio
There's a plan. Ling stabilises her mental quailing upon the structure of a plan - of the immediate, of steps she can undertake, of things she can do to hurry the end of this nightmare. Barrier tunes - she can do barriers. Easy. They're her specialty, one of the first arrays she'd learnt, the first array she'd learnt to modify - she can do it okay.
It helps that the dull thudding pain driving itself into her bones and blood from Valkea's wounds lessens as Percy joins the fight, diverting the boar's attention from her poor familiar.
Reaching into her pockets for more paper, Ling is startled to find a few pre-drawn barrier tags from the jester's jamboree event. That... saves her a lot of time and effort - she only needs to mildly modify the tags: a few pen strokes and she's done - and they're ready to use. Much quicker than manually drawing them from scratch - Ling makes a mental note to carry around more pre-drawn arrays in the future.
"Okay," she pants out in response to the older brown-haired woman. "I've got the arrays-"
And the hastily thought out plan falls apart at the seams as Percy yells attack now! and the other witch says change of plans. Suddenly, Ling's left there without direction, without any real offensive techniques, with barrier tags that are no longer useful to the situation; and she's useless again, helpless, worthless.
NO! she thinks, i can't- I have to do something-
Her earlier failed experimental array comes to mind, and she thinks, what have I got to lose anyway. This time, she draws the array crudely, so much more simple than the configuration she'd first thought of but still based on the same principles. Spike, she draws, linked with earth and energy and force; and she BLINKS close to the boar though taking care to avoid Percy and the other witch, and she takes a deep breath and visualises her intention with as much clarity as she can muster and she stakes a claim on hope, and she channels- tl;dr: ling tried a simplified version of the experimental array again bc she doesn't want to be useless S|8sqx5O
And then the illusions disappear-- the feeling of fear is gone as the witches are sudden wrapped back into reality, the classroom encasing them like a protective bubble. The monsters are still a sight to behold, but they do not seem nearly as daunting. Only room 4 succeeds in their endeavors, as a huge ice shard splits across the monster and destroys it seconds before the illusion vanishes. [break][break] The volunteers from starwatch and the carablack hoods cheer and clap at the end of the solution, telling them that the simulation has ended, and that they are free to relax while the Athenians compile footage and create study regimens on an individual basis. [break][break] The following days of the AEP are far less exciting but just as rigorous. The surreal time they are expected to wake up at remains, and the witches now spend time either studying about different monster species, sparring with familiars, or honing their techniques. Some have been recommended to go through with refining the sudden bursts of inspiration they had during training, while others are recommended to stick to basics. Regardless, the learning experience continues for one more week... [break][break]
[attr="class","stafftempitem"]AEP PARTICIPANT: GALE VALLEY EDTION a badge that certifies participation in gale valley's apprentice exchange program. congratulations! we hope you participate again next year and continue to do so throughout the different courses of the different cities of salem.
[attr="class","itemcontainer2"]QUEST: APPRENTICE EXCHANGE PROGRAM it was a rocky ride from start to finish, but your character grew and learned many things during the course. whether bonding with familiars or other witches, they have come out of this stronger. this quest can be added directly to the inventory and submitted for rank ups, provided your character has enough affinity points.
[attr="class","stafftempitem"]BLANK TECHNIQUE: submit this in the form of a personal message to summer & winter to craft your own technique as attempted in the program. message them the details of the technique and once it is approved and given polishing by staff, it will be posted to your individual inventories where you may collect it.
[attr="class","stafftempitem"]GENERAL: TEAM SPIRIT When multiple witches have access to this skill, they may speak to each other mentally over distances. However, communications lines may get wonky if the distance is stretched too far.
