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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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@karamonnom I am getting ready for work but at a quick glance, I don't see any glaring issues! I'll read it more thoroughly in a few hours and let you know :D
The Snakeburrow Woods



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


Katya evaluated the newcomers and dismissed whatever concerns she’d harbored again, though she took a little longer as her eyes lingered on the masked Tainted. Her concerns were alleviated apparently because she simply laughed off Ermes’ apology with a wave. “Don’t you worry your little head ‘bout that. Since y’all are all on your way anyways, let Aleka know I’m pickin’ up our order after a few tankards. Can’t wait to see y’all there.” Katya took a few steps towards Soft Haven and paused, turning to address the group. “Oh, and ‘fore I forget, don’t y’all think about wakin’ up poor Jenson, that’s the gate guard just down the road, or he’ll keep ya there for hours ‘til he’s satisfied you ain’t a horse. Don’ go asking questions, I ain’t got any answers but I learned real quick it typically involves lot a poking with the bad end of a spear so if he’s still sleepin’, keep him that way. Good luck!” She gave them a cheery wave and headed towards town, humming to herself.

The Soft Haven Bounty House


14th of the Full Autumn Moon, 1698 P.A.
Mid morning - Clear Skies


The walk to the Bounty House saw the clouds thin away to the horizon, leaving clear blue and warm sunlight. Small game could be heard rustling through the underbrush, birds flitted from tree to tree, and the morning chill gave way as the sun warmed the Snakeburrow Woods. Those with some sense of direction would tell that despite the various twists and curves of the path, they were slowly drifting further east, almost in line with the Soft Haven graveyard by the time they approached their destination.

It was not long until the group could see a lake quieted away in the depths of the Snakeburrow woods. The trail skirted its shores, the foliage and trees denser the closer one got to the lake. Oddly enough, it was still on the lakeside. No creatures buzzed in the woods around it, no birds sang, no foliage rustled, nothing sat at its edge and drank.

However, it may have had something to do with the atrocious snoring coming from the end of the trail. In front of a decorative wrought iron gate, a man slept slumped in his chair, an empty bottle tipped over beside him. His hair had mostly grayed and fallen out, drool smeared across the deep wrinkles in his face, and the stench of alcohol wafted off him. His armor was of good quality, noticeable even beyond the dirt that marred its metal and leather, and a spear was clutched by white knuckles.

While only a gate in name, the wrought iron arch barely reached a few paces left or right before it gave way to the natural density of the foliage. Beyond it, a stone bridge wide enough for two side by side and flanked by lamp posts stretched out a hundred paces to an island in the center of the lake. A tall building sat in the center, composed of mostly stone, that would have been called quaint had it not been three stories tall and equally wide. Strange vines grew up the outside, clearly guided and patterned, as they avoided the large windows that flanked the double doored entrance. A raised porch circled the right side of the building, supported with elegant columns, and more windows peppered the second and third stories all the way around. Smoke curled out of several chimneys that were quietly tucked between sloping roofs and carved eave trim, though the fine details were impossible to discern at this distance.
James Kingston




Location: The Hospital
Skills: N/A


“I’ll keep you safe from the big bad doctors, don’t worry.” James teased, wrapping his arm around Casper as they made their way into the hospital. James could feel his mood drop a little. It hadn’t been that long ago he was walking through these doors just to look at the faces of his frozen friends. It was reflexive now, the tightening in his chest, the involuntary swallow, the first stutter in his stride as they crossed the threshold, a permanent reminder of how dire the circumstances were barely months early etched into the very walls of these halls.

But now James could clutch Casper a little tighter, soak in the warmth of his boyfriend standing next to him, and remind himself that they’d figured it out, that everyone was out and living their lives, building a better tomorrow for each other. His apprehension wasn’t a warning, it wasn’t ominous, it was just a habit and he forced himself to relax. He steered Casper to the receptionist, hoping the Doctor wasn’t busy. “Good morning. We adopted one of the children orphaned after the attack and we were told that Doctor Nemesis was the one who cared for them during their time in the hospital. Is he busy at the moment? I wanted to see if he did any check ups or had any documentation on them before I have him scheduled for a check up.”





The moment Clarissa pushed out of the classroom once more, she locked eyes on Lysander and Derec across the courtyard. “Professor Roland, you disingenuous boor! Rarely have I been so tempted to bear the colorful epithets of the sailors of Edmund against a man of your stature and yet your duplicity tempts me so.” Clarissa boomed, uncaring of those around them as the world seemed to disappear, leaving only her and the target of her ire, as she stalked towards Lysander. “In the name of common decency however, I will afford you freedom from such language. I expect you’ll learn from the example.”

Clarissa’s words dropped to a furious snarl as she approached, jabbing her finger directly into Lysandar’s chest. “How dare you abuse trust unconditionally given! How dare you wield your authority to violate our autonomy so blatantly in front of our peers! How dare you turn our Professors into goalers and hold a dagger to our throat in one of the most cowardly ambushes I have seen in my life!” She puntucated her points with sharp jabs to his chest. “Tell me, Professor, did you consider the consequences of your actions when you violated our autonomy? Did you consider our goals when you violated our autonomy? Did you consider the rifts that would form when you violated our autonomy?”

“Don’t bother answering. I don’t care to hear the well rehearsed lies of the delusionally self righteous.” Clarissa scoffed, dismissing whatever pathetic excuse the man may muster. “I am not naive enough to believe you unaware of our specific Crests if you know enough to stack your hand full of them and as such I am hard pressed to find any benign or ingenious intention that would lead you to believe your decision to handle sensitive matters with such callous methods ethically acceptable. I have goals and aspirations that, shy of the Goddess herself descending from heavens and issuing a divine edict against me, I am fully determined to complete and I do not need her servants sabotaging me on holy grounds!”

“And furthermore, I have not had the luxury of ignoring my Crest. Since I was barely to your knee, I was made full aware of the implications and the burden of mine. Every step I’ve taken, every breath I’ve drawn, and every decision I’ve made since has been in restitution for the sins of my forefathers and in service to the expectations placed on me because of it and you have the nerve to lock me in a room, expose me to the future’s most influential individuals, and then expect me to lean on a power tainted by failure and treachery? I cannot begin to fathom the depths of depravity through which you trudged to reach this inane conclusion.” She laughed mirthlessly.

“I foolishly believed myself safe here, above the petty politics of the world and the black mark on my family name. I suppose I should thank you for enlightening me.” Clarissa spat out and turned away from Professor Roland, her piece said and the edge of her temper dulled for a moment, to address Derec. “Join me for an afternoon ride with the Deer. A little distance and discretion will give you some opportunity to collect your thoughts and prepare for the tribulations ahead.”
Guys, I'm so sorry, I complete forgot to add in one of the most important sections: The School itself. I've added a hider with 10 pages of school information (some not so shamlessly stolen from D&D) so please take a second to read it!
@XxFellsingxX@Cao the Exiled@Trainerblue192@karamonnom

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Here is the the RP OOC!

To answer your questions real quick Cao, other races are fine! I didn't make a hard list for them so we can be flexible in what we can do. It is modern and wands do have to be wands while I've put in some guidelines for familiars.




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!
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