eclecticwitch

Vivify

The evening had been much too short. The energy it had taken in order for her to perform the spell coupled with the lateness of the night before left her feeling drained. The rays of sun naturally woke her. Normally she was awake well before the dawn. It was unsettling to know that sun greeted her before she had a chance to do so for him. Rubbing her eyes she removed the furs from herself, exposing her naked form, and stepped out into her garden. Here she did her usual morning greeting. Lifting lightly tanned arms up to the sun she arched her back, presenting herself to the father. She then leaned forward, sweeping her arms down and brushing the tips of grass with her fingers. lastly, she reached forward and lay stomach to the ground and once again arched herself toward the sun.

She repeated the series of movements a couple of times before she lay herself out to enjoy the rays. They danced warmly over her naked flesh and she relaxed. The tiredness of the morning was long forgotten. The energy of the sun helped her feel more awake and prepared for the day ahead. The woman stretched, loathe to remove her body from the languid warmth. However, there were chores to do.

Back in the house, she donned simple clothes of easy to move in fabrics. She cleaned out spider webs, dusted bottles, and took down herbs from the ceiling ready to be ground up or bundled. She had to make sure her house was presentable if there was a chance she would have to be teaching new witches. Once satisfied with the cleaning she grabbed a wicker basket from beside the door and made the trek down to the little town. The stone pathway up to her house soon turned to dirt turned to a deer trail. Grasses swished around her skirts and bramble thorns grabbed at her clothes.

When she finally emerged from the trees and onto a grassy hill there was the town just below. Off a little way was the church. The woman wrinkled her nose and spat on the ground. She always took the longest way around to avoid stepping near the offending building. God had not been kind to his flock as of late. Especially not those on the fringe of society, such as herself. She ripped her eyes away from the church and instead went into the town.

She was normally here when the town was just beginning to awaken, however, the lateness of the hour at which she woke meant that the residents were already bustling. She liked the sounds. There were a few horses drawing wagons filled with hay or goods. The blacksmith's hammer clanged loudly against metal and anvil. The scent of baking bread was just starting to drift away. She smiled lightly to know that life was still in full swing. But she could detect no signs of a magical awakening. Perhaps it would take time? Maybe they were hiding it? She would be sure to visit as many places as she could today. She would start by going to the General Store. It was a comfortable wooden building with no sign out front. None was needed as everyone who lived here knew exactly what it was.

As she entered the shop a bell rang and a man stepped out from the back of the shop. "Why God ye good den, Miss Maria. Late start I see!" He was an older man, bald on the top of his head and sported a thick grey beard. It hid his smile but she could see in the way his warm eyes crinkled at the edges he was wearing a great big one for her.

Maria smiled in kind. "Good morning and blessed day, Mister Arrow." She approached the counter and set the basket down. "As requested, here are the five containers of burn balm, eight of healing cream, and ten of the cold tonic" She removed the containers from the basket and Arrow counted them out.

"Perfect," he said as he set them aside. "And I have for you, my dear - a case of empty bottles and jars and a dozen eggs." He pushed a small crate toward her. It was a bit bigger than she had anticipated but would easily fit in her basket. She stowed it away and asked - "Anything interesting happen lately?" Maria leaned close in a conspiratorial way.

Arrow laughed, "Well, they say that Ana is already with child and that is why she is to be married to that lout Phillip. And that strange wind last night, but besides that nothing new." Maria pouted. "What can I say, little duck, our town is a dreadfully boring one." He reached over the counter and ruffled her black curls. Maria made a sound of false indignation, all the while smiling. Smoothing her unruly hair back down into her long braid, she lifted brown eyes up to meet Arrow's. She hoped that he might be one of the changed, one of her Kin. He had been such a fatherly figure throughout her lonely life. But, if he had changed it was obvious he was very good at keeping it a secret.

"I have some more shopping to take care of today and I am running behind. Unfortunately, I have to cut this visit short, many apologies Mister Arrow."

"I am glad just to be able to see you from time to time Maria. Come have dinner with me and Lydie sometime." Lydie was his wife, a sweet but devout woman. She sometimes made Maria a bit uncomfortable.

"I'llGoodbyeood bye and God bless," she hefted her basket over her arm and out into the world she went. When her back was to Arrow she lifted a cloth over the small crate. As the cloth settled the crate seemed to disappear, making the basket look empty. All of these actions were hidden behind her handy shawl. She supposed the next thing she should purchase would be bread. Perhaps some fresh milk from Abby...

Lochpine Preserve

@BurningCold I will give all a max of two at the beginning, but if you prove to me you are in it to win it, so to speak, I will allow more. That is to say, further down the line in the RP.

Vivify

The room was only lit by the embers of the fire in the fireplace. Their glow cast eerie shadows around the room, flickering over the minimal furniture to create shadow beasts. A woman sat in front of the fireplace, murmuring to herself as she tossed herbs into the fire. The smoke of them filled the air with a hazy fog, allowing the shadow creatures to hide and peek. She paid the dancing shadows no mind. Her eyes were firmly placed upon the embers.

“Hissing cat.” She tossed more herbs into the fire. “Snarling dog.” Another plume of smoke. “The clawing of a babe as the sister smothers her shrieks for life.” This time she placed a log onto the fire and it bloomed into light, forcing shadow to take cover. “Kin kill kin,” she whispered to the flame. “I call out. I beg. Let them see our crying face.” She took a knife from in front of her and slit open her wrist. Red life trickled from the open gash and she held it over the fire. The flames sizzled and sparked as it greedily sucked up the fluid. “One and same. Face to face. Water to blood.” She brought her wrist down to the burning log and the scent of her searing flesh overpowered the smell of burning herbs. She winced and furrowed her brows as the pain of the burn overtook her senses.

With, a gasp the woman fell backward. Above her, in the rafters of her cottage, the drying herbs swayed. The dancing shadows congregated there while the fire flickered. She watched them for a long moment and wondered if it had worked. She lifted her arm and inspected the burn carefully. It was not too horrible, it should heal with minimal scaring in time. She lifted herself from the floor and lit a candle. Carrying it with her, she approached a large cupboard from which she took a small tin and bandage. She slathered a sharp smelling salve over the burned cut and then wrapped it in the gauze. It was blissfully cooling.

She carried the candle out of her small cottage. The garden out front was lit by a full moon. She walked the stone pathway to her gate. Above her, the stars were nearly outshone by the lunar mother. The woman could only just make them out through the break in the trees that consisted of her clearing in the forest. A mere mile away the town slept. In her, dreams she had seen dark things come to pass for those they deemed witches. Devil worshippers. She hoped her spell would abate that.

A warming summer wind rushed past her and the leaves sang her a shuddering song. She prayed that it would carry her spell and awaken the town before their foolishness became murder. How many would it awaken, she wondered. What would their new powers do? Excitement rolled in her gut, but it could not edge away the fear that what she had seen would still come to pass.

Vivify

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High Casual/Advaced - Lochpine Preserve

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I will be accepting 4-6 more characters~

In our world, there are preserves that hold all the mythical creatures of lore. They are extensive, acres and acres of land. Some have areas changed into impossible biomes to allow these creatures to live comfortably. These places are guarded against human eyes and technologies by extreme and powerful magic. The preserves and all its inhabitants are cared for by Rangers, a title and jobs passed down through a family. These people have some small magical ability and resistance to much of the mind magic that the creatures might force against them. This is the story of Lochpine Preserve.

There is a parking lot located at the edge of a highway in Wisconsin. Across the way is a field of cows. The parking lot leads to a novelty store which sells beautiful, handcrafted items. These items are created by the residents of Lochpine. Some do have a small amount of magical ability, nothing harmful to the human world. Most are just intricate artworks made by the Fair Folk. This shop is tended by outsiders, people who are hired and work if they don’t get too close to the truth. The store is called “Goldie Loch”

Behind the shop is a thick forest. The path is only large enough to allow a four-wheeler through. Some ways ahead is a small house where the Ranger of Lochpine lives. This house and yard are a safe place. The Fair Folk cannot enter either without express permission. Some benign fairies live in the yard and preserve the garden. Except on solstice nights, when they may enter the yard but never the home.

Beyond the home are beautiful forests. Thriving, decaying swamps. Tall mountains. Dry deserts. Pristine lakes. All throughout the nearly endless preserve are areas where the Fair Folk may find their homes. Many, in fact, most places, are extremely dangerous. In some areas, a human may find an ally. However, only the Ranger and his kin may gain control over those in the preserve and has explicit safety.

The preserve is currently controlled by Ranger Rick. She has not married, and her family has passed away, allowing her to gain the official title of Ranger. She takes care of all the beings in this place and she is a very busy lady.

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ROLES/EXAMPLES

1 shopkeep who discovers the secret of Lochpine due to some family heritage (of your choice, within reason) [TAKEN]

The Fair Folk – I will accept nearly anything. Please be reasonable. I am willing to work things out with you but please consider what might be too far. It does not have to be listed to be accepted. Below are just some ideas.

Dragons: They can live in any biome and their appearance and abilities will depend on that biome. They are also hoarders who will take exclusively that which they view as exemplary artwork. A dragon may choose to hoard gold and treasures. One artwork. And another, butterflies. Their collections vary but they desire to collect only one thing. They may take human form. (I will only accept one dragon) [Dragons from other parts of the world (example: Eastern or South American) will also be accepted!]

Unicorn: They are beautiful creatures varying in colour. Their abilities include things like healing powers, purity which only allow those with good intentions to meet or touch them, and the growth of plant life. They also may take human form. (Max of two in character unicorns though there may be a herd of NPCs)

Fairy: Small and sassy little creatures. They are genderless, though may take on a gender should they choose for procreation purposes. Their magic is light – creating bubbles, rejuvenating plant life, making music, and general merry things. Rarely they may fall in love with a human at which time they can grow to the same size at the loss of an abundance of their power.

Clarification on Fairy Abilities and the Loss there of

Fairy ability will be up to the player for the most part. A lot of the time it may have to do with the specific biome they choose. Example of fey ability would be things like rejuvenating plants/talking to plants, speaking with animals, making sparks or perhaps their bodies light up like fireflies. If they were to choose human life the fairy who could rejuvenate plants would perhaps have an exceptionally green thumb. Or the firefly fairy would have a more dewy skin that caught and reflected light giving them a somewhat glowy appearance. The fairies may have multiple powers.

Satyrs: They are troublemakers and partiers. They are not malicious by nature but can sometimes get themselves into or create negative situations. They are “fair weather friends” only around when things are well. Will take off when things get hinky – though some have been known to perform acts of magnanimity and bravery.

Dryads, nymphs, and naiads: they are always women and do not differ much from legend. They are not particularly fond of humankind and will try to harm them if allowed. Some have been known to be kind to those they favour though and will give them a blessing to force others of this clan (all the above, and related cousins are so) to not harm them. This is given by way of a deep kiss.

Trolls: For the most part they are exceedingly intelligent. They collect works of knowledge. Books detailing history or instructional manuals. They will also collect treasure as a way of bribing others to collect knowledge from them. They are clever, ruthless, and known to cheat on a deal if able. Their magical ability and appearance depend on their preferred biome. (not a required character) [I should also note this is an example of a troll and other sorts will be accepted!]

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RULES/What will NOT be accepted:

Overpowered/overly fantastical creatures (OF COURSE)

Witches, warlocks and the like

The shopkeep does not have magical powers beyond an immunity to charms/mind control/diversion magic. They may gain and use magical items in the future though.

Evil creatures – Good to Neutral only

Most non-humanoid creatures should be able to have a human form. Some have lived outside of the preserves for a lengthy amount of time so they should be able to blend as intelligent life forms. A human form is not required unless specified above, but can be fun should we need to leave the preserve for any reason.

Made up creatures - If it is not something I recognize I will ask for proof of its tale. Please do not be offended. I would like this to run more off mythology and I want you to get creative with the source material. (source material being Fablehaven or just your run of the mill mythos.) You may make some edits to current beasts, I am willing to consider and discuss this.

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Character Sheet

CS

[u][b]Name:[/b][/u]
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[u][b]Sex:[/b][/u]
[u][b]Race[/b][/u]
[u][b]Biome:[/b][/u] (shop keep, just put store)
[u][b]Sexuality:[/b][/u]
[u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u]
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[u][b]Height:[/b][/u]
[u][b]Weight:[/b][/u]
[u][b]Hair:[/b][/u]
[u][b]Eyes:[/b][/u]
[u][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/u]
[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] (some words of description accompanied by a drawing of some sort)
[u][b]Skills:[/b][/u] (Magic, crafting, wordplay, etc.)
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[u][b]Likes:[/b][/u] (Max of 7 things)
[u][b]Dislikes: [/b][/u](Max of 7 things)
[u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u](Min of 5, Max of 10 sentences)
[u][b]Your Story: [/b][/u] (Write a post. Instead of relying on personality through traits or a history though mere sentences, give me you character as you would write them. Don’t write their past. Write them now. Establish them. The MOST important part of your CS.)

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Beginning: Characters establish themselves and some relationships. Perhaps work this out beforehand. You have lived on this preserve for a number of years. It makes sense to have numerous friends.

First Arc: A magical artifact has been stolen which endangers the preserves. We must seek it out and bring it back to be hidden before it exposes the preserves to a population who will never be ready.

Lochpine Preserve

Lovely! She is more than welcome!

A Witch's Grimoire [18+] [F looking for M][MxM available too]

If interested please PM or discord me, do not respond here.

I have about 16 years of online roleplay under my belt. I like to think of myself as high casual though, really, I just enjoy a good, long, detailed post. I prefer to do most of the story in guild. It makes it easy to keep track as well as being able to look back easily for details. Though I am not opposed to PMs. If things get more mature I prefer to take them to PM's or some other sort of place and then return to the guild. I am not looking for anything mature necessarily, the story is far more important to me. I also prefer original stories to fandoms but will do them. Even if I don't know the fandom. If there is something you are looking for please don't hesitate to ask. I am very open to different ideas, even if they are not listed here! I am quick to reply, though don't expect it of my partner. I will give you up to a week before discontinuing the posts. But if you are quick to reply or can reply often I would be most pleased.

Feel free to look through my posts (another reason I prefer guild) to see if our writing styles might just be a match!
Discord: eclecticwitch#0234

* Tiny women with a heck of a lot of personalitiy.

*Manic Pixie Dream Girl

* Horror

* Fantasy

* Neurosis

* Hades and Persephone - Starting out with them getting to know each other before skipping forward to a plot. No real plans, just something I would like to do. I prefer a Hades who is a gentle but grumpy soul and am happy to discuss Persephone's "kidnapping." - Or anything of a similar make. I enjoy this story type.

* I am desperate to do a period drama. Like Pride and Prejudice or North and South.

* The Devil [M] and The Artist [F] (aka Holiday from Hell) The Devil decides he wants to do something new and possesses the body of a dying heroin addict. He cleans up the addict's act and goes to a school where he meets and gets along with an artist who happens to be high functioning autistic.

*A man (perhaps a bit villainous and evil) heads back to his castle only to encounter an adventurer who wishes to save her country. From him. He decides to join her, to perhaps play with her. But finds himself protecting her instead. He begins to feel some sort of affection for her. And then they are at his gates.

*Demon king finds a young woman at his doorstep. Comes to find out she is the princess of one of the kingdoms and is using her as a bribe to keep his country safe.... and (later) to find a suitable prince/knight to rescue her.

*He is dumping a body into a river. Just as he is about to finish he sees a young woman doing the same. Their eyes meet and he has her. He memorizes her face and forces himself into her life, and finally kidnaps her to bring her into his violent world.

*She is captured by an alien race and placed in a zoo. Only, her keeper begins to fall in love with her.

*A young woman is sacrificed to a god for the sake of her village/country/family. She is thrust into the political and crazy world that is the lives of powerful beings.



Omegaverse (I prefer to play Omegas, of course~)
Kill la Kill - Specifically the pairing Ira and Mako

Lochpine Preserve

@ShwiggityShwah He's perfect! Go ahead and put him in the character tab! Also, he does indeed get a room in the house! And is allowed around the gardens

Lochpine Preserve

Ranger Rick

Name: Ranger Angela Rick
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Race Human
Biome: All
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
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Height: 4'11"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Short black bob
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: Pallid
Appearance: Small, athletic, and muscular. Her body belies a strength most wouldn't expect. She keeps her clothes easy to move in and minimal. Rick wears a a choker necklace with a sparkling black gem at the center of a coin with a pentacle on it which hangs from the center of the necklace.



Skills: Hand to hand combat, crossbow, driving, and a resistance to mind-altering or controlling spells.
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Likes: Solitude, keeping busy, walking or driving through the preserve.
Dislikes: Mouthy beasts, Balut, and eating.
Brief History: She was born and raised on the preserve. She was always told she would be the caretaker. She would collect the objects created by those fey to be sold as her first job. From there she learned to deal with the more dangerous creatures who live on the preserve. In her late teens, her parents disappeared, leaving her with the preserve.
Your Story:

The day was warm and muggy as was typical of a Wisconsin summer. The humidity clung to her skin with nary a wind to cool her down. What made it worse was the mask she wore over her face to keep the smell of fermented balut from reaching her nose. The putrid fragrance of the eggs was enough to make any human become violently ill. Despite the tight lids on the buckets the smell was pervasive. But once a month she diligently loaded up buckets full of this rancid delicacy into the trailer hooked up to the back of the ATV. Rick was careful not spill any, especially on her self or she wouldn’t get it out of her clothes for weeks.

At last the final bucket was loaded into the trailer and she hopped onto the vehicle. From her pocket she pulled a small piece of parchment with coordinates scratched onto the surface and loaded it into a cylindrical hold located beside the speedometer. The paper disappeared with in, a flash and a bang, and then the ATV started up. Rick started the long trek to her destination. What should have taken two hours only took fifteen minutes thanks to the directions she had loaded into the ATV. It helped navigate the forest as well as shorten the distance travelled on the expansive preserve.

She enjoyed the quiet and the movement of the vehicle caused the smell of the balut to blow away from her. It was a heavenly respite. Through the trees she could see a pristine lake surrounded by pines. A single dock led out a decent way onto the lake. Thick reeds lived at the far side and the cool water was nearly black with its depth. She stopped the ATV and took the balut buckets one by one to the edge of the dock. Once unloaded she carried them to the very end. She could see the sparkling eyes and beautiful faces of the naiads beneath the surface. Their serene smiles and beckoning hands attempted to call her into the deep. Instead she took the lid off a bucket and dumped the fermented balut onto their faces. The surface of the lake surged, turning white and frothy from the rabidly hungry naiads fighting for the eggs. As she turned to retrieve the next bucket she found two satyrs standing beside the pungent stash.

“So this was what that smell was,” one said. His name was Lynn. He was short and a little pudgy around the middle. His fur on his legs and head were a middle brown with black tipped ends.

“How awful,” replied the other, pinching his nose between his fingers. This was Frank. Frank was taller, though still small by human standards – about the same height as Rick. He was a lovely blonde color and more muscular in his physique. He was also the less clever of the two.

“Dare you to eat one.”

“What do I get?”

“I’ll get you a date with Errinthal.”

“No you won’t, she hates you.”

“I have my ways.”

Before she could stop him, Frank removed his hand from his nose, knocked the top off of a bucket and dropped an egg into his mouth. He chewed experimentally, turned a light shade of green, gagged, and then swallowed the offensive food item. He gagged a couple more times and then grinned triumphantly at his friend. The fools high fived and then looked at Rick as she approached. There was something expectant about their faces.

“Need some help?” Lynn asked.

“Sure,” Rick said. “As long as you don’t eat anymore.”

“You couldn’t pay me enough,” Frank replied. “Why do you do this anyway?”

“Well,” Rick began as they worked. “I think it was twenty something years ago, my father asked for help from the naiads. Not sure what exactly it was. In return they asked for this stuff. So, for the next fifty years, once a month, we deliver it to them.” With the Satyrs help the balut was quickly dumped into the seething lake. They tossed the empty buckets back into the trailer. She turned, dusting off her hands to find Frank juggling some rocks while Lynn pelted him with pinecones. “What on earth are you two doing?”

“That didn’t do it….”

“It’s time for the secret weapon.” The rocks fell to the ground as the pair of Satyrs made the most grotesque and ridiculous series of faces Rick had ever seen.

“What the fuck. Are you two on drugs or some shit?” She raised an eyebrow at them, crossing her arms over her chest. She wouldn’t put it past them to mix up their own.

“I thought that would do it,” Lynn said.

“Always works,” Frank responded, confusion in his voice and on his face.

“Explain,” Rick said crossly.

“See, me and Lynn got a bet about getting you to laugh. We have never seen you even crack a smile.”

“Like some eternally grumpy troll or sumthing.”

“Oh, is that all?” Rick shook her head. “I can’t laugh. I was cursed you see. If I laugh my head will fall off. Why do you think I wear this choker?” She touched the necklace at her throat. “And anyone who would dare make me laugh will have the curse put on them instead.”

“She’s gotta be joking man.”

“Have you ever known Rick to joke?” There was a silence as the two rubbed their throats and stared at each other. “Well then, be seeing you!” they said in unison

“Leaving so soon?” She tilted her head to the side as Lynn and Frank began to back away.

“Yes, yes. We have a… uh…”

“Previous engagement you see.”

“Oh yes, can’t be rescheduled.”

“Terribly important.”

“We’ll see you around Rick!”

“Thanks for the help boys!” She watched the pair turn and scamper off into the pines. The slightest hint of a smirk flirted with the corners of her lips as she let out a soft chuckle. What fools.

Lochpine Preserve

NPC CS

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[u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u]
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Baldwin

Name: Baldwin
Age: ?? Old as dirt
Sex: Male
Race Earth Golem
Biome: Anywhere
Sexuality: .... unknown
Relationship Status: .... no
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Height: ~10 to 11 ft
Weight: ~1,000 lbs
Hair: Moss
Eyes: Indents
Skin Tone: grey
Skills: Lifting big things and punching really hard
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Brief History: Baldwin has been a part of the preserve since near its beginning. He helps out with the farm animals used to feed some of the inhabitants as well as the heavy lifting.

Bonnie

Name: Bonnie
Age: 103
Sex: Female
Race Earth Golem
Biome: Anywhere
Sexuality: .... She's just a baby
Relationship Status: nonononono
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Height: 5'2"
Weight: ~400lbs
Hair: n/a
Eyes: blue
Skin Tone: grey
Skills: Being a smaller golem she has a more gentle touch to deal with the more intricate care of the animals at the stables. She can also do things like put up fencing or weeding the garden.
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Brief History: She came out of the forest with Baldwin. Nothing is known about Golem reproduction as they are typically created through a magical force. However, Baldwin asserted she was, in fact, his daughter but would not answer questions about the mother. When she first arrived she was no bigger than a large garden boulder.