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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!

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The Strixhaven Institute of Magic is one of several schools nealty nestled away amongst the real world, obfuscated from the Humdrums (creatures without magic, typically humans). The campaign will take place at the Strixhaven Institute, starting at a United States high school level, and has many opportunities to deviate from the pocket dimension the institute hides itself in. While I encourage your characters to be 14 or 15, starting as first years, you are more than welcome to start as late as third year (17 or 18), when you will be officially graduating from General Studies and joining one of the five schools of the Institute.

It is important to note that this is set in modern day. Magical families and creatures are aware of modern technology and some do use it, although a well hidden spell is often more efficient and safer. While technology does work on the Strixhaven campus, devices that require signal will not find any. Strixhaven also does not run on electricity, instead using immense runes, glyphs, sigils, and other methods to harness magic to power their campus, so whatever you bring may unfortunately be useless after a few days if you can’t figure out a way to charge it.

There are other magical creatures such as goblins, vampires, selkies, pixies and oni just to name a few. Many of them have their own communities, one of the closest being the Moonlight Council of New York City, the leaders of the vampiric underworld located there. Be equally wary and friendly because they all have their own goals, which may help or yours. It is mentioned in the race section of the CS but if you want to play something other than human, reach out to me and we will get it hammered out!







Posts and Rolls


This is my first time hosting a dice rolling rp on a pbp forum. My intention for doing dice rolls is using Discord, a dice bot, and a dedicated rolling channel. PM me for the discord link!

When you need rolls, please tag me in the discord and tell me what you are doing that requires one or more rolls. At that point, I will tell you what the stat is and what the TN is and you can choose to abort mission (please reflect that in your narrative) if your character would or as the situation dictates. Maybe it is a bad idea to try and do a backflip while riding your broom like a skateboard but you want to win some respect with the older students so you try anyway. Those situations can be fun and interesting even on a failure, if not more so than on a success! You’ll make your own rolls in the dice rolling channel and you can narrate the results that I give you!
The number of rolls in a post should be a reasonable amount based on the time of what you're doing. Are you flying into a storm and need some light? Yeah, ask for those two rolls to keep control of your broom and to cast a light spell. Are you in combat with one of your classmates? One roll for that transfiguration spell is probably your best bet. Be reasonable with what you do!

Most importantly, don’t ask for rolls for things that you can do without them. You can open an unlocked door so long as your arms are damaged. You can safely run across a field so long as it isn’t obscenely crowded or slippery. Use your common sense and it’ll flow smoothly!

As for posting cycle, I will update at minimum every 14 days. I appreciate it if everyone posts at least once per 10 days with reasonable size posts but if everyone posts in a scene early than that, then I will also update earlier than normal!
@XxFellsingxX@karamonnom@Cao the Exiled@Trainerblue192

Yep, this is happening!!! It will be posted tomorrow morning at 11!!
James Kingston




Location: On the way to the Hospital
Skills: N/A


“You won’t mess it up, babes. A cup or a pot or whatever else you drop in the sink doesn’t really matter. We can replace those. But when you really care, you do great. Look at us. You love me and you haven’t messed up. You won’t mess up with our son, babes. You’ve got this.” James reassured Casper, pressing a kiss to his lips before transferring Daniel over gently.

It looked right, even as Casper stood there a little awkwardly as he tentatively searched for reassurance he was doing it properly. James took a moment to appreciate the love of his life holding their son―God, they were dads now―and he took a shaky breath as he beamed. “You’re doing great, gorgeous. Keep his head cushioned and supported since he can’t hold it up on his own for now. James pulled out his phone and took a quick picture, setting it as his background before slipping the device back in his pocket. “I think there’s going to be a lot of photos in the future.” James laughed, heart lighter than it had been in a long time, and continued towards the hospital.
@Cao the Exiled No such thing as too excited!




The last dying sparks flickered uselessly against the blood splattered breastplate. The shadow dappled figure watched as the last inhabitant of the star succumbed to its influence and crumbled away, the shining energy of its soul drifting on invisible currents into the silhouette. Nothing disturbed the silence now, a myriad metal rods once humming with energy cold and quiet in the lifeless expanse. Nothing was left of them but a rocky expanse and yawning chasms.

In the absence of life, It thrived. The constant chaos of living felt like nails pounding into Its skull and now that Life had died, It was at peace. Nothing suffered, nothing hurt, just the solace of silence and the gratitude of millions bereft of their misery.

It stared at the stars above, each shining beacon of hope shattering the brief moment of respite. How many of those stars housed prisoners of Life? How many of those stars drowned their pain in the cacophony of life, unable to see what they truly desired? The pounding in Its head crept back and It wept. There was no joy in this damnable task, no peace to be found until every star was black.

Life had no place in this universe.




Hello all! This is my first time running an TTRPG on the guild but I really wanted to try out Kids on Brooms. If you aren’t familiar with the system, don’t worry I’ll have all the info for it summarized in the OOC but for those of you familiar with D&D 5e, I’ve adapted the Strixhaven setting for the Kids on Broom system!

Despite the rather gloomy tone above, the beginning of our campaign will be fun and exciting, starting small with a good focus on getting our students (starting at 14-17 based on the year you start as) and you familiar with the school and the world! While people who have experience with both D&D and Kids on Brooms will find plenty of familiar things, I’ve heavily expanded on the setting and bled it into the modern day world so there is lots and lots of new stuff to experience for everyone!

I plan to have the OOC up in 5 - 7 days. Just wanted to see if people were interested in this before I brushed up all my rough drafts! I'll be looking for 3 - 5 players once I do post it!




Hello!
The Snakeburrow Woods



14th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Early Morning - Partially Cloudy Skies


At the sound of voices on the trail, the woman frowned at the sky before turning her attention to Eila and Ermes. She made no effort to hide how she sized them up, body language deceptively open and face blank as her attention bounced from weapons to bags to clothes to the skeletal cat curled up in Ermes’ jacket. What she found was enough to appease her apparently, tension draining from her shoulders and a toothy grin nearly splitting her face in half as she approached them.

“Morning, folks! Not too often we find a pair of little ‘uns wandering around at this time.” She greeted them, her booming voice coming from deep in her chest. “Are y’all lookin’ for town? Took a bit of a wrong turn here, just go right back ‘round and take a left at the crooked oak, can’t miss the towering walls. Only thing down this here path is the House and trust me, wander too close and we’ll put you to work quicker than a starving wolf eats a horse!”






It wasn’t long before the trio was safely tucked away among the woods, the prying eyes of the clergy no longer a threat. The chill of night still clung to the early morning air, the sun’s warmth not yet fully breaking through the canopy, and animals scurried around the woods with little interest in the passersby. Amongst it all, the faint sound of music plucked on the strings of a harp trickled through the woods with no easily identifiable source. The woodland creatures took no notice of it but it was there, coming from seemingly everywhere.

As the main road approached and the creaking of wheels and the steady clomp of hooves suggested a cart may soon pass them, the music disappeared as the booming voice of a woman took its place, only snatches of her conversation breaking through the trees. "...little ‘uns wandering… left at the crooked oak… here path is the House… starving wolf eats a horse!”
James Kingston




Location: Hellfire Manor -> The Hospital
Skills: N/A


James chest tightened, the fond amusement that was always there as Casper rambled from one topic to the next fading as he mentioned the six months the Mutant Underground members were on ice. It'd been a demanding time. The scramble to find a solution to wake them without killing them, training to get better control and focus over his ability, the emptiness of a near silent apartment, the tension between Sunshine and him, Jack's perpetual dissociation… It was exhausting mentally, emotionally, and physically. What made it worse is there wasn't anyone still living he could place the blame on, no flawed decision or poorly executed plan the found as he poured over his recollection of their attempt to deal with that genocidal maniac, nothing that had given him an outlet for the storm of emotions. The brief repreves with Miranda offered some breaks from how overwhelmed he'd felt buy it wasn't enough until the day they'd opened their eyes.

James stopped and rested his head on Casper's shoulder for a moment, unable to hug the man with the infant in his arms buy needing a second to collect himself. "And let's hope we never need to find out." James said quietly, more to himself than to Casper. He straightened up shortly and offered Daniel to him. "Did you want to hold him for a little bit? I've been hogging our son all to myself?" James chuckled as he resumed walking g to the hospital.

James Kingston




Location: Hellfire Manor
Skills: N/A


That wasn’t really how that… Well, it didn’t really matter, James supposed. “We’ll go check in with the Doctor, thanks Stacey.” He laughed at her casual dismissal and quirked a brow at Casper’s suggestion. He was more than on board with Elliot but it wasn’t very hard to see where he’d gotten the name from. “Of course we can do that, babes. Daniel Elliot works perfectly doesn’t it, little guy?” He cooed softly at the baby in his arms before giving Casper a chaste kiss.

Seeing as that was apparently everything they had to do to adopt a child, it was time to buckle down and actually get everything in order. “So we need to stop by the hospital. If he hasn’t had a check up in the aftermath of all this, we’ll need to get that scheduled. Then we’ll need to go secure some supplies and then get settled in back at home. I hope everyone is ready to put up with a baby being around.” James laughed. Not that they had a choice really.
Soft Haven: Graveyard


14th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Early Morning - Partially Cloudy Skies


As those who found refuge amongst the dead faced the sudden threat, the faint ringing of a bell beyond the walls accompanied the protest of metal hinges brought attention to the door opening on the far side of the graveyward. A brief glance towards the Soft Haven wall revealed two halflings whose yellow robes bore the mark of Zubil, God of the Sun. One was carefully checking each tombstone, patting the earth around it and letting out a whispered prayer each time. The other was clearly less concerned, barely checking each grave before moving on. Neither seemed to notice the strangers amongst the dead.

“Do this properly!” The serious one snapped, repeating her through examination at the next gravesite.

“The dead ain’t risin’ no time soon. It's been seven, eight years and ain’t none of these damn dusty bones gave even a shake.” The other scoffed but made a big show of checking the dirt and offering prayer.

“We can’t risk it. I felt it again, I know I did. That awful horrible presence.” The woman shuddered. “We do the checks, we make sure nothing was distrubed, and then we can go about our morning rites. We just have to be sure.”

“I told ya, ya shouldn’t eat the pig at The Treant. It’s messin’ with ya dreams.” The man sighed in response. “Gunther’s gunna be pissed that the rites ain’t done and I ain’t takin’ no blame for you ‘gain.




The Snakeburrow Woods


14th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Early Morning - Partially Cloudy Skies


The road to the Bounty House was barely a stone's throw from the wall, branching off from the road from Wilree deeper into the Snakeburrow Woods. A deep set of wheel tracks in the packed dirt suggested heavy wagon or carriage traffic within recent days and the pattering of similar footprints showed someone going back and forth frequently.

However, the strange part was the large footprints that easily eclipsed anything else pressed into the ground. They appeared out of the woods a few minutes beyond the first bend, a large swath of bushes and undergrowth left flattened at the roadside, and continued on in the direction of the Bounty House.

Beyond the second bend a massive orcish woman paused, squinting as she peered deeper into the woods. Dressed simply in a loose tunic, trousers held up with a leather belt, and a sturdy pair of well loved boots, she clearly had been stomping through the woods with twigs and leaves littering her hair and shallow scratches across green skin. Seemingly unaware of the minor injuries, she sighed in disappointment. She towered above most other folk, easily passing seven feet, and was built like a professional mercenary with scars littering a powerful build.

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