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September’s (very late) CBversary RP!!
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Cambria is a flourishing port city, full of life, laughter, and magic. For a city built from the ashes of a war only months ago, it is remarkable how much it’s grown and developed. And it’s also remarkable how quickly it’s grown, though no one questions the magic.
Your characters were children when the city rose. And they are barely grown when the city falls.
An inescapable darkness has risen. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, an idea unheeded by the founders of Cambria. Too much magic calls forth too much darkness. But what’s done is done, and their only hope now is to journey beyond the land across the perilous sea, in an attempt to save the people they have doomed.
The journey is not for the faint of heart.
The Lottery is the last thing they give you, a system enchanted to find the bravest, the strongest, the smartest, only the best to sail across the Deep and find salvation.
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Rules and Information that you will NEED to know (PLEASE READ THEM ALL):
- There are 14 spots. Reservations are accepted, but you MUST post your charrie within a week of you reserving that spot or I’ll give it to someone else
- This will start after I have at least 7 characters
- I’d love a cast of both males and females, which brings up an important point
- CHARACTERS!!!! I would love if we had a ton of diversity, so I’m accepting literally anything, especially POC (People of Color) and LGBTQ+ (@ADMINS, sorry, just wanted to make sure you saw this if you’re not allowing this, please delete the part where it says LGBTQ+, so no one gets confused, thanks!!) NOTE: I will be looking over your characters and okaying them.
- The time period is a fantasy-medival, think Throne of Glass, Six of Crows, A Darker Shade of Magic, or if you have no idea what I’m talking about, just think of Pirates of the Caribbean or something in terms of clothing and technology
- NO OP CHARACTERS PLEASE, THANK YOU!
- Password: marshmallow fluff
- A note on magic: If you choose to give your characters magic, it does not mean that they can summon winds, control the ocean, or anything big like that. The magic in this world comes from a sort of stronghold thingy, so it can be mined, but not everyone is compatible with the magic, meaning that it is very picky and may possibly reject your character
- I might be a tad bit harsh on your character, but remember, it’ll help with your character building!
- Aaaaand I think that’s it, I hope you read it, and without further ado. . .
CHARRIE SHEETS! Please fill them in all the way, if you have any questions, feel free to ask!
Full Name (Friendly reminder, ethnic names, like Finnish or Armenian are cool!):
Age (13-22, please!):
Birthdate:
Gender:
Height:
Weight:
Appearance (It’s important to note here that not everyone is skinny, tall, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed, not that there’s anything wrong with being any of those things. Please include hair color, length, texture, eye color, skin color, nose shape, lip size and color, as well as anything else like beauty marks, scars, or freckles):
Default expression:
Personality:
Strengths (as in personality):
Weaknesses (as in personality):
Greatest Motivation:
Greatest Flaw:
Greatest Fear:
One Word to Sum them up:
Hogwarts House(s):
Social Status:
Magic Wielder?:
Preferred Weapon:
Password (and if you’re wondering what the heck this is, you probably haven’t read the rules. Read the rules, then come back to this part.):
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And that’s it! Have fun! I’ll post my character when this shows up!
submitted by September
(June 18, 2017 - 6:45 pm)
(June 18, 2017 - 6:45 pm)
Yeah, probably! Please refer to my earlier post about the new idea! I'd like to make sure everyone's on board with it before we continue the story.
(August 11, 2017 - 10:12 pm)
I like the new idea about the choosing! Top!
(August 12, 2017 - 8:08 am)
Great! I'll wait for a few more people, probably until Monday, and if they don't respond we'll just go with the new plan!
(August 12, 2017 - 4:10 pm)
I think it's a good idea!
(August 13, 2017 - 6:49 am)
(August 13, 2017 - 6:49 am)
"TAKE ME OUT TO THE TOP GAAAAME, TAKE ME OUT TO THE CROOOOOOOOOOWD"
~This thread
(In all seriousness, though, September, we should start! I am on board with your Choosing idea, as I said on NaNoMail, and would like to see this story continued!)
Koda says kgag. Ohhh no, what gag did you play now, Koda?...
(August 15, 2017 - 3:31 pm)
Is there a spot left here? If so, here's my charrie, and if this RP is full, then I will leave.
name:Zira Morishita (that's Japanese, I think) and the rest I will post later because I need to go.
(August 16, 2017 - 8:24 am)
Oops!*wail*It's all full! It looked AMAZING... so sad right now! I will stay on to read the story 'cause if there is any chance of a spot, I reeeeeeeally wanna do this one!!! It's just the kind of thing that I love to do!!!
(August 16, 2017 - 8:37 am)
Great! Since we all agree (well, the ones who are still here!), let's continue!
(August 18, 2017 - 11:00 am)
Ilia-
Running, running.
Then falling.
Then bricks, then blood.
Ilia sighs and stands up, brushing the dust off of the new skirt she’d made the week prior to the festival. She’s always been such a klutz, and it seems teenager-hood isn’t exactly working out for her. Even if it's not for much longer.
She looks around. The festival has just finished setting up not but an hour ago, and already, hundreds of people are milling about from stall to stall. Her mind flits back to playing tag with Evy—what was it? Maybe ten years ago? She still shudders though at the memory of falling. It’s one of those things that she can never seem to shake off. At least she's gotten better friends since then.
The festival has always been her favorite, and Nysa's always been her favorite of the twelve, although Ila's her namesake, so perhaps she should give her some credit. But her usually characteristic happiness has been marred, somewhat— lately, Ilia's been plagued by a host of rather unsettling dreams. Dreams of falling, always falling, and darkness. Always darkness. She tells herself that they can't mean anything, after all, dreams have never been reliable sources of divination, but she can't seem to shake an inevitable sort of dread that's been settling over her— days before her father died, she dreamed that he had been falling, falling.
Ilia snaps out of her thoughts. It's the festival, and she should be enjoying herself or something, after all, dreams mean nothing, especially dreams from a magic-less seventeen-year old. Although she's always been glad for that, but she's never said it out loud, because she knows that they'd look at her— they wouldn't say anything; they don't ever say anything— they only give you a look that tells you everything, and she's always known that the one they'd give her for those words will say, why ever not? Magic makes you powerful, and power is good.
(August 18, 2017 - 11:01 am)
(August 18, 2017 - 8:17 pm)
Let's get this show on the road...er, ocean! TOP!!!
~Khadijah~
"Eggs! Get yer fresh eggs he-"
"-from the Copper Isles, marm, an' that ain't no joke!"
"Stop! Thief! Thief! Somebody help-"
"Oh, please, Mistress, a blessing for my daughter, please!"
I stride through a wash of sight and sound, practicing one of my newest tricks. It's a spell whose concept is simple, but whose execution is deceptively complex: it dulls every sound except what's specifically directed at me. I don't hear the creak of cart wheels, or the laughter of children, or the wind ghosting over the roofs of Cambria: only the street hawkers and distressed pickpocket victims calling to the crowd at large, and this one woman holding a toddler in her arms.
It's astonishing, in a city as magic-rich as Cambria, how few of the common people know how to correctly address a magician. I turn to the lady, releasing the spell; in the torrent of returning sound, I register that her little daughter is screaming, as though something has scared her to the very brink of madness. "Not Mistress, ma'am, just Initias will do-" I try to tell her, but she shouts back at me over the din, "I beg you, Mistress, a blessing! This darkness has infected my Lily's dreams- she wakes screaming, crying, claiming she sees all the shadows of the world trying to eat her alive! Please, I beg of you, please bless her, make the terrors stop!"
Nightmares. Even this tiny girl, who has nothing to do with the rising darkness, feels it, far worse than I ever have myself.
It seems only right that I help her somehow.
There isn't anything I can really do about the night horrors, but I can calm her now, and I can pray to Lusine, guardian of sleep and dreams, for her well-being. Perhaps the goddess can help where I cannot. "Can you look at me, please?" I ask the girl, in as gentle a voice as I can manage with my faint Desert accent. She turns her face, streaked liberally with tears, to me; I make eye contact and whisper a few words, a minor enchantment to briefly soothe her terror and an entreaty: "Lady Lusine, Silver One, she who crowns the night, please watch over Lily, guard her sleep from darkness and fear."
Lily buries her face in her mother's chest, her cries fading to sniffles."Oh, Mistress, how can I ever thank you?" her mother asks, but I wave her off. "It's no problem. She may still have night terrors, but Lusine willing, they will not disturb her so much. They stem from a larger problem, as you know; save your thanks for those the Magistrae select to solve the problem and set the balance right."
The woman nods and disappears into the crowd, murmuring comforts to Lily. I stare after them for a moment, then make my way to the Walk of Peace, Cambria's main city square.
I am one of the few Initiae on security detail; mostly the Kalamar, Ilar, and Moranar deal with that. Tonight my job is to watch the crowd for any who could be threatening the Magistrae, as preposterous an idea as that is. We would not usually deem it necessary, even, except that the Serenar's auguries all failed when it came to tonight, and the Nysar - the only ones who could conceivably succeed, on Nysa's feast day - are useless predictors of the future. They believe it's always in flux, too changeable and dependent on chance to be accurately foretold.
We have no idea what will happen. So it's best to be prepared.
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Kalamar, Ilar, Moranar, Serenar, and Nysar all refer to the level of magician one up from Khadijah's, between Initias and Magistrus/Magistra; they've picked one of the thirteen disciplines to specialize in (aligned with the goddesses, obviously) and are therefore a bit more advanced.
I'll write more later when it's not quarter of two in the morning. Go to bed, Curio.
(August 20, 2017 - 12:50 am)
TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
TOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOP
TOP
This has been a test of the emergency TOP broadcasting system. Your regularly scheduled program will resume shortly.
(August 23, 2017 - 1:25 pm)
(August 25, 2017 - 4:08 pm)
Oh dear. I temporarily forgot about this. What, exactly, are we writing about?
(August 27, 2017 - 10:36 am)