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I did not hit her, it's not true, it's bullshit I did not hit her I did not! Oh, hi Mark!
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Lithiuna Malorram & Remington McCleur


Lithy and Remy rushed to their rooms, trying their best to quickly pack their essential needs and magical tools for such a venture. Lithy finished quickly and returned to the group with a full backpack of clothes and messenger bag and a hobo bag full of her magical items and spellbooks. On the other hand, Remy took far too much time to decide on what clothes to pack. And with two large trunks of magical and alchemy items to his name, he had to decide which were important enough for this event. Eventually, he decided to shrink both trunks to the size of small jewelry boxes, and tucked them down into his messenger bag with his grimoire and wand. He returned with the other students.

Lithiuna has heard about Black Hill Top. She's read about it within a few classes, but she's never ventured into the simple little village beside the massive hilltop near the outskirts of the city. Stepping foot there now, she was utterly impressed that it was an actual little town beside it with stores, a gas station, and a few people living there. As they headed to the Black Well Estate, she was overly impressed that this magical place was so well-hidden.

"Well, it's nice to know the counsel of magic has some sort of safety plans in play for times like this," she mumbled as the first group of students entered the estate. A middle-aged man, dressed similar to a butler, stood waiting for them on the front porch. He escorted them inside.

"Ah, I can see that my old friend has finally gone off her rocker." Seeing Mister Anatole present there offered Lithiuna and Remy a sense of nostalgia, being the first person the two students had met on their first days of school.

"Mr. Anatole, it's good to see that you're safe as well. Lithy stepped before Anatole with a relief rarely seen in the normally nervous student. "Once everyone has settled, would it be alright to chat with you about - your old friend? I would like to learn what you know about Madame Muir's abilities."

Remy stepped up as well with a delighted grin on his face, bright and chipper like he's run across an old friend. "Mr. Anatole! Glad that you're here! What should we do now that we're here?" He looked around, wondering if there was any place there for entertainment; a game room, or a movie theater. If they were going to have to stay there for a while, surely they keep this small-town active.


"You may enjoy yourself, courtesy of both myself and Mister Blackhill. Mister Blackhill's house, and a little bit of my protective magic should shelter the students in safety until the end of Muir's killing spree."
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Okay cool so we’ve established he’s not a student. No worries. I’m just helping the GM is all.


Realistically he could be hundreds of years old cause he isn't really "Alive" he doesn't really age either. He was never born. He was made, he has always looked the way he does. Then he spent a lot of years being trained and let out to do jobs. But he had no real sense for a passage of time. Honestly was thinking more he lives with Anatole, who kind of found him and decided to shelter him, so not a student. As he does sort of lack social skills and any sense of how people behave so throwing him in school might be a bad idea. Partly I wasn't too sure about how I wanted to approach the age, having him much older than he looks, but sheltered so naive. Or he could also the route of being much younger than he looks.


Mister Anatole is a special kind of NPC, if he wants to live with Anatole he needs to DM me on Discord or PM here here.
Looking for a hardcore Smutty RP that's also filled with a good plot
Who wants to say this RP starts in Scotland?

Name: Emma Muir
Age: Around 1200 years
Sex: Female
Powers: An extensive list of many magical powers.
Spells: Like Anatole, way too many to count.

Personality: Emma Muir has seemingly been benevolent for decades, occasionally she seems more benign for many years but then can always surprise her most ardent admirers and loyalists through heinous acts. She is a very cruel and malicious power monger who is also willing to do anything to stay alive. She now sees the devouring of innocent souls in order to stay alive almost like self-defense, and that she has the power of various gods throughout Earth's mythology and she is ready to flaunt it.

However, she isn't averse to treachery to get what she wants either.

History:
Emma Muir is more than a thousand years old, and born in a region of what's now known as Scotland, then Strathclyde. Throughout the centuries she has been a Supreme Witch or other wise some kind of immortal sorceress, and has made many, many enemies.
Love his name.

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Imma just say I love the name. I see it's a WIP, GM do you have anything to say?


I think I'll accept his powers for now. He's accepted.

I'm going to get my postings in tomorrow. I've had a very long day today, and I've got the migraine to prove it.


I hope you get better. :D
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Name: Emelia Muir
Age: 43 years old
Sex: Female
Powers:
True Seeing
Pyrokinesis
Cryokinesis
Electrokinesis
Life Force Manipulation (Healing)
Telekinesis

Spells:
Many

Personality:
Emelia is a powerful mage because she not only has Madam Muir as her mother, but because she puts both her hard work and formidable intelligence to work. She works tirelessly on learning new spells and is a world class mage because of it. Most mages with her power level are around twice as old as she is. Despite her being obsessive compulsive when it comes to neatness and workaholism, she genuinely cares for the students.

History:
Emelia thought she and Madam Muir got along well together as family until she recently discovered Emma's diary detailing her plans of murder. Emma and Emelia have seemed to get along together with few hang ups for Emelia's entire life. There was no sign of her mother's betrayal, ever. Emma taught Emelia the basics of her powers and various spells over the years, but her greatest gift has been her nurturing of her daughter's intelligence.
Ivy came up so late, one might have thought her father was Belphagor rather than Leviathan. The tiefling panted as she reached the doorway to the estate. Nice ward work. And it seems he even took one of them down so I could get in. Must have known in advance we were coming. Did he get a premonition, or did Emelia contact him?

Ivy looked at Anatole. The old sorcerer was well respected throughout the school, and even in several other planes. "You wouldn't happen to have a place for me to do rituals, would you? I don't need a fully stocked arcaneum, just a bit of space."


"You'd have to ask Mister Benjamin Blackwell. And the answer will most likely be no."
"Maybe there might be a place somewhere outside, but indoors will only be used for the ritual Emelia plans to begin."
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