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The Forest of Helsend

The man gave Micah a long, drawn out look before answering his question.

”Turn around and leave. There’s nothing in that forest for anyone. You’re wasting your time here. Stay out of the forest.” He was addressing the entire party as a whole. Tolan’s voice didn’t change, but it was clear that this guy wasn’t playing around. ”I don’t know what you’ve heard. I don’t know what you’ve been told. I don’t care. There is nothing in that forest for anyone. No one goes in there for a reason.” It was roughly 11pm by now. The moon was dragging itself across the sky outside, and Helsend was dead silent with the exception of Toland and the adventures. Every street lamp outside had already gone dark. The atmosphere around Tolan himself was perfect for the night. Yellowgrass had a single window beside the door a little walk away from the party’s table, but it was pitch black outside. Not a sound could be heard outside, and the full moon was the only source of light to shine on Helsend. Everyone else in town is asleep. It’s like a whole other world right now.

Tolan’s demeanor looked just as far away as the look he gave Micah

”You’ve come here for nothing. Go home.”

The Forest of Helsend

@Jerkchicken@baraquiel@Eviledd1984

The masked man’s face didn’t really bug the sleepy bartender, what actually bothered him was the questions he received at the expense of seeing the weird mark on his arm. How does someone else know about that? Then again, he did look like a lunatic to Tolan. ”I’m gonna pretend you didn’t ask any of that, and tell you to mind your business, traveller.” He made sure Micah wasn’t getting too close. It was too damn late at night for this. ”No. I don’t know magic. I’m a bartender, not a wizard. He said plainly. Granted, the mark on his wrist seemed to betray that information, as did his lack of shock at the appearance of a goat mask, an elf, six feet tall muscle people, and Kaze’s sword. The man was putting away a few more glasses and mugs before he deftly swung a chair around a table way from the adventures and faced them. Especially Micah.

”What’s your business here in town?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Kara Samson

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_uwu

Through the ride to a “beach house” Kara was silent. She was thinking about who the nine or ten others were, and the pet alligator? That was weird, but it sounded cute, so she went along with it. Of course, when she got there the whole thing was hell of a lot more nicer than she was anticipating for a bunch of magic lesbians who were up to who knows what. Stepping out of the car and meandering across the sand, it was a pretty nice house. How the hell did a bunch of magical lesbians who were up to who knows what get a hold of some piece of land like that? Oh well, it wasn’t as important as the off brand Mexican stand off she spongebobbed her way into by mistake. It looked like everyone in the coven based on Claudette’s words was right here.

”Uh. Hi.”

《 H. E. R. O. 》 Recruitment Drive!

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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Kara Samson

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”I can handle fighting.” Kara said bluntly, after hearing the other two talk. Fighting, and violence as a whole, was the very reason she was in this ring of events in first place. It’s not something she wasn’t used to handling, except now she could stab somebody with a wooden spike if she wanted. ”Like I said, I’m used to this stuff. Not supernatural stuff, but fighting. I grew up with that. It’s how I got here.” Her hands shifted around in her pockets, Kara’s tone was blunt, there wasn’t much stopping her from staying. ”I live alone. Nobody would notice if I’m with you guys. It’s quiet where I live, nothing ever goes on on that side of town, so it doesn’t seem like anything serious would follow me down there, nothing...supernatural at least.” She had been floating around under the radar for a while now, working some job downtown where she just moved stuff around. Corner store where people get beer and stuff on Saturdays.

”How many more of you are there?” She asked.

_{@The Ghost Note}

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Iris Aderast

Iris remained silent until sister Lark came out. A girl she hadn’t heard much from in a while, she was well known but not very important, at least not as far as she knew. She got up and sauntered over to the pile of robes and threw a pair over her clothes, it was uncomfortable over her denim coat, but that’s what you get for trying to look nice. She fastened a few of the buttons to make herself look presentable, before taking off her charms. One was a necklace to help channel magic into an object, and the other didn’t come off until she sat Corvus down on her Golem Book. ”Corvus. Stay here.” She said to the golem, she had to wait until he knew what to do before she took her arm band off, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to talk to him. She slid the dainty looking tanglement of flowers and vines off her wrist and laid it next to Corvus, who was resting on the book that he owed his existence to. Her phone was next to him, as was her earbuds. When Sister Lark lit the lantern, Iris fell in line towards the back, walking in silence. Finally, she’s become a witch.

Iris has been running around the fields for years, but she never would have guessed that any witch would cast an illusion in the brush she walked by an unimaginable number of times, the wellspring was impossibly beautiful...Deftly dropping to her pillow and hearing Deborah tell them what to do, it made sense. The herbs in the bottles made. Iris recognized at least two or three of them thanks to her potions. Dragons Blood and Elicara’s Leaves. How did they get something like that to mix? She thought it was strange, the oils in Dragons Blood were acidic, so they had to be stored in water, but here it was in open air. Clearly someone was better with potions than Iris. Bleeding into it and adding water, Iris wasn’t terribly surprised by its taste, Elicara’s Leaves always tasted like a day old cigar after all. Elicara Tea would be great right now.

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Isolde Morden

”I am honored to be here, Sister.” She told Lark with a smile, it really was an honor to be given the title of a true witch, and when Lark passed out the clothes, Isolde gracefully donned the robes with little regard for the flowing nature of them, she was used to clothes like this, clothes that flowed like water. She walked over into the soft grass and thrusted her staff into the dirt, slinging her backpack over it, it was waterproof, so everything inside would be fine, and she’s come back for it soon. She took a spot among the congregation up front, taking in the beauty of the land. She had never seen such a terrain, living in rocky mountaintops covered in clouds. The trick of the eye to hide the entrance was quite clever, and the whole time Isolde couldn’t tell the herbs by name, since she knew nothing of alchemy, but she trusted they would be safe. The air felt unnatural, it was almost as if you could breathe and make a flower sprout. Rolling up her sleeves, she made it a point to not cut her tattoo, and bled from her right arm. The water mixed with her blood and the herbs, creating an ethereal purple liquid that tasted like tar, it was the kind of thing a non-witch would have to hold their nose to drink, but Isolde managed, until she didn’t...

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Iris’ head began to swirl like a pound of brinks, she didn’t make a sound, but she blacked out into a hallucination unlike anything else, she had been in similar situations as a result of miscalculations from making potions, but this was unbelievable, she was alone in the wellspring, nauseated and at her feet, the water of the lake was gone. Bone dry. The only sign of life was Iris. ”H...D-dako-“ Her speech was slurred as she tried to call for her friends. Nothing. But the ground reacted, vines raised out all around her, in clumps of 3 to 7. The pale dirt cracked and gave away as trees twisted and contorted into humanoid shapes, fingers, eyes, arms. They outnumbered her greatly, almost like everyone being initiated brought a friend, but Iris couldn’t move. She’d fall over. Eventually, the shapes began to manifest bodies, the kind Iris recognized. How? She wrote the book on them.

Golems. All around her. They all started at her, there were at least 20 in the wellspring’s absence and Iris was confused. None of them had a heart. A heart was meant to be glowing blue in their chests, none of them had one, not that she could tell entirely, but they were fully alive! ”H-how...” It didn’t matter. This isn’t. Real. You’re not here. You know a real golem. Wake up. They were reaching for her, oaken hands outstretched like they wanted her. She couldn’t move.

Meanwhile, Isolde’s head was in the clouds. Literally.

She was floating in the skies, her body was numb and she couldn’t move in the thunderhead’s glory. All around her in the vast cloud were flashes. Blinding to anyone any closer than Isolde. Booming noises like a god clapping their hands sounding off at any time. It was lightning. She was in a lightning storm. Feeling slowly crept back into her weightless body, as she moved in place. She could see the bolts striking downwards, into the nothing mess. In reality, Isolde lay unconscious on her knees with her head fallen backwards. Small bursts of lightning arcing off her bleeding arm, but in her mind, she floated peacefully in a grand thunderstorm. To be so close to the cornerstone of her magic. To be in the eye of the storm...it was beautiful. The chaos surrounded her, she was the eye of the storm. She was at peace. Isolde, in her torporific stupor, drunkenly hummed an old song of her people in the middle of the raging clouds that swirled her.

On...the mountain’s tree
For all the rain, that...you...can see
I am on the...the mountain’s clo-

The thundering grew louder and the lightning grew closer, until Isolde could almost reach out and grab the lightning...of course, that was until she was struck. A flash lasting as long as the blink of an eye shot Isolde cleanly away with a light gasp, she took in here surroundings as another girl a little way’s away, Iris, shot awake more violently, heavy breathing and a racing heart as she fell forward on her palms, almost into the water she was staring into _{”...It...it’s okay...they can’t do that...they need a heart...} She reassured herself, only a stone’s throw away from Sister Deborah, who likely heard her words, did they mean anything to her? Did she have any idea what heart Iris referred to? Possibly, but Iris was too busy trying to get a hold of herself, admittedly, a golem without the restrictions of a heart would be quite worrying to Iris, mainly because she wouldn’t know how to stop such a thing, but also because golems require power. What kind of golem can get power without a heart?

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Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Kara Samson

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Hearing the things Claudette was saying was a surprise to her, admittedly. Kara never would have guess that things were so bad for these people, but then again, she group up around shit like that so it’s like like she could say much. The bright lights surrounding the Gazebo made by the second girl made her eyes widen as she looked up all around her, and back at the black orb in Claudette’s hand, she wasn’t alone after all, it felt surreal to her. The look on Kara’s face was a mix of awe and stoicism, there was no way she was alone in this, but it felt nice to finally feel like she could actually relate to someone about this. She took in all the things Claudette told her about, the death, the FBI, fighting. Nothing she’s not used to.

"... Let me just get this out of the way so when you find out later, you don't feel like I lied to you or anything," Claudette began, "But, the Coven has run afoul of a few different groups. Just two weeks ago we were attacked by the-" Claudette made sure to stop and finger quote, "FBI who came after us because we were flippant with our abilities and they tracked us. And we also angered the "millionaire playboy" Blake Schmidt after..."

She trailed off as she tried to find the words.

"... One of our members had relations with his wife and he made a pact with a powerful Apparition that came to attack us. In that incident, we were betrayed by..." She paused for a moment as she realized that neither of these two probably had a clue what an Apparition was yet. "... A so-called ally of our group who killed one of our sisters. We solved both of our situations but I'm just trying to let you know that things are a bit dangerous here."

Claudette was not going to blame them if they didn't want any part of the Coven and left, which was why she wasn't sugarcoating it. She was going to tell them the way things are. "You may have to fight, but I promise you if you help us, we will help you. To the best of our capacity."

Claudette shrugged.

"What I'm asking is if you can handle that? I would not hold it against you if you choose to leave."

She took a moment to answer, letting the words roll around in her mind, she been alone this whole time, both literally and figuratively, so it would be nice to have friends to talk to. She didn’t like violence, but it’s something she dealt with a lot.

”When this started, I threw everything out of my head to keep my friend safe from getting bullied. He was bleeding, and I didn’t care what happened, I just wanted to help. Whatever this thing I have is, it came from that fight, it sounds like it came from wanting to help. If I can help fight someone off when they’re hurting someone, it seems like I should. I grew up around violence, so I’m used to it. If there are monsters out there like you say, I don't see this as any different.” Kara was absolutely willing to throw down for a friend. If they let her in, she’d do what she could.

_{@The Ghost Note@Utrax}

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Kara Samson

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Proof...okay.

Kara took in the things she said, about liars, and a coven? Like with witches, or something. ”Well...“ She slowly rolled up both of her sleeves to show her bare arms. On her right was a black pattern resembling bones spiraling up to her shoulder from her palm, a sign of an awakened. She held them both out in front of her, palms upwards. After a second or two, her hands darkened in color, they went from a soft pale to dark and brown like mud, and then the texture changed with it. The skin began to change shape, it piled up on itself, and branches began to sprout a few inches up, they were mostly straight, and had the complexion of oak. The bark writhed up and down as if it were water churning around the inside of the wood, which continued to grow, until Kara’s entire hands were nothing but wood. They weighed quite a bit, actually. The branches stopped when they were roughly a foot high, right in front of Claudette and Mariah. There wasn’t a single leaf on the branches, but they looked healthy and perfectly fine.

”This is what I can do...around a year ago, there was a fight that I tried to stop, I can’t remember much, but since then, I could do these things. I tried to find you because I was looking for others like me. Ever since this happened to me, I’ve felt out of place, like there were things around me that only I could see. I’ve seen people walk past me with these strange marks on them, but no one seems to understand. You told me there were others like me, and that you were like me. I don’t understand what that fight did to me, but I’m trying to learn. I was hoping you could help me. Kara’s voice was steady and forward, for someone who was in the dark, she didn’t seem afraid to speak her mind. That was something Kara was good at, even while tiny trees were growing down to her wrists.

”I’ve felt alone in all of this, no one but myself to understand whatever I’ve been given for the past year. Trees shoot out of the ground when I want them to, and out of my hands. If you need some kind of help with something, I can talk to people about things. Negotiating, I did it in high school and it stopped fights. I’ve only been out of school for a year.” Kara was between high school and college, seemingly. ”I didn’t come here to cause trouble for you, and I don’t know how I can help you and your people, but I can try, if you want.” After the two of them had a long, hard look at Kara’s presentation of her Abstraction’s bare minimum power, the small trees began to subside, sinking back into her hands until the bark appeared to fade into her skin like alcohol evaporating into the air. She unrolled her sleeves as her arms were stuffed into her pockets.

”I’ve tried to figure this out as best I could for the last year, but I haven’t learned a lot about anything other than myself.”

_{@The Ghost Note}

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

@The Ghost Note

Kara Samson

Al Lopez Park, Florida

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It was a pretty nice day out, perfect for meeting up with a woman who claims to have supernatural powers like Kara’s. That was why the young woman chose to give this meeting a chance. The woman she got into contact with never disclosed her name, or anything like that, just to meet her at this exact place. However the hell she got a hold of Kara’s cellphone number wasn’t important, right? In any case, Kara made a point of at least somewhat describing herself so this mystery-woman would recognize her. Pale hoodless jacket, baggy jeans, generic converse shoes, hip-length hair, and a spirally thing on her arm. She left her car behind roughly 20 minutes ago, and was waking in silence the whole time to the gazebos on the other end of the park. There weren’t many people out today, so surely it wouldn’t be hard to spot whoever this woman was. Kara’s hands were in her jacket’s pockets and fidgeting with her so called “Abstraction” as it was described. Her fingers were shifting from skin to tree bark slowly, back and forth from one to the other like water. Was she nervous? Probably. For all Kara knew, she was about to get kidnapped. There they were... Kara was looking forward to this meeting, admittedly. She spent a very long time not knowing much about the supernatural world, except for the fact that she could make trees spiral out from her fingers and the ground, since that fight at school, she had been messing with her powers, making wood blocks come out of the ground here and there, adding weight to her arms with tree bark, it all actually made her out on a pound or two of muscle in the end.

There were the Gazebos, and surprisingly there was just one other person. A tall woman, tough looking. Sweet ass hair. She was definitely Kara’s type, but that’s not important. She stood a little distance away from the gazebos, thinking of how to go about this. “Hi, I heard you know a thing or two about paranormal tree branches, I’m Kara!” Yeah to hell with that...Kara just slowly walked up to the only Gazebo with anyone in it. Walking in such a way that her footsteps would be heard, she didn’t want to startle the woman who was visibly taller than her. ”Hello? My name is Kara. We talked on the phone yesterday.” Gotta start somewhere. It was just the two of them, for now at least, so they had plenty of time to discuss whatever she was told to come here for. ”You said you needed to talk in person, about something, but you didn’t say what.” She said, the woman’s back was still turned to her.

Tales from the Land of Fire | A Naruto AU Roleplay

After the great blast of fire scorched the field, Hoseki jumped backwards, almost right over Mizo’s trap. He remembered that spot, knowing full well that she was trying to get Kimiko to walk right over it, so he didn’t step on it. Instead he positioned himself behind it so if Kimiko charged him, she’s run into it. Hoseki watched as Kana readied an attack nearby, while that one guy - what was his name? - stormed off. Not like he’s find Kana’s flag like that or anything.

”Hey, Samurai Bitch! You want the flag? Come get it!” He deliberately tried to distract Kimiko, taunting her with name calling, that was the one thing he knew about Kimiko, she didn’t like name calling. Hoeski’s fists picked up flames from thin air, like he was ready to punch her lights out. ”What? Scared?” What he didn’t realize was that Kimiko’s wind style would make short work of his fire style, possibly blowing it back in his face.

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Meanwhile, Mizo’s trap was ready. The small hole was big enough for two people, and wires were suspended from the walls to tangle someone who fell in. Smoke bombs with carefully placed at Mizo’s feet, 4 of them to be exact. One was enough to really mess someone up, but knowing Kimiko, she’d cause a scene and blow a single one away, so 4 would work. She could feel Hoseki’s chakra burn the air, Mizo knew he was trying to lead her directly into the trap. That’s team 9 for you....The plan was to spring up from the hole as fast as possible, grab hold of Kimiko long enough to to take the flag, and slam her into the hole as fast as possible, lighting the smoke bombs and tangling the wire around her.

_{”Yeah...that’s right...gimme that flag, Kimiko...}