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The Library!



The library is a pocket dimension hub area within Millburn. Being its own dimension, it isn't of the veil's influence and thus sorcerers are free to come, transform, and learn magic or learn about the world.
Its creator, Joseph Alistar, has stocked the expanse with various books. Some typical of what you'd find in a standard library; except there is a whole section on information on the supernatural. The forgotten history of the world, the nature of spirits, stuff about the veil and so on. As well as details on information on sorcerer's themselves, like mana burning and ritual magic. There is one forbidden book in this section called 'witches', which he seemed to keep separate under lock and key; located on a podium next to the aisle of books. If you ask him, he says you'll need his trust to read it for yourself. He values the spread of knowledge afterall!

The library itself is a massive, elaborate complex. Marbles walls and black tiled floors, various rooms including a recreational room, bedrooms, medical room, even a garden and training area. The 'sky' is a perpetual black with twinkling star-like blues hovering about it; most of the lighting are by blue and yellow torches and large candle-lit chandeliers.

The only downside is that while in there, sorcerer's aren't pulled into any firewall events and thus won't be able to assist.

The entrance to the library is located within an alleyway by 16th westford street, right next to the cafe there is backdoor to an adjacent building, entering through the door reveal a narrow hallway and a second door. Any sorcerer or other supernaturally inclined entity that passes through here will enter the library, ordinary humans instead will just find an empty renovated interior.



SPECIAL THANKS TO: PAPITAN and ERODE for there assistance in notes and inspiration ;w;

Welcome to Arcane Dreams! In the streets of Millburn City, trouble lurks in idle dreams and starless skies. The very earth calls for guardians, will you take the call?

Well, before that you probably have a few questions!













That is most of the relevant information, I'll include the details on sorcerer powers and artifacts and what that means towards the character section. The Blurb in the middle are setting/lore info that isn't particularly important, but might be good to read if you wanna get a better understanding on certain subjects like different kinds of spirits or have an existential crisis on what souls and soul eating means.



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DISCORD LINK FOR THOSE INTERESTED

There is theoretically infinite room to join, so absolutely! And anyone is free to hop into the discord.

Was that RP you recall One Piece: Revolution? Hillan and I were in that one, actually.


Yeah I think so? About 7 years ago I had that knight character that I think your navy oc defeated.

And awesome! I'll hop in a moment.
Incidentally I was just thinking about a particularly old one piece RP the other day and that nostalgia brought me here, well that and I've been re-watching the series.

Is there still room to join? I had a few ideas for something of this Caliber, and if so am I free to join the discord for questions?
Sounds interesting! Might throw my hat in.

Edward Bennigan




~1442 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




The successful lift of the skeleton hand allowed Edward a brief respite from the rush of panic. Burdened by the emotional exhaustion, it only served to distract him further as now crowds of people pushed and shoved. Between the unnecessary, suffocating crowd of fleeing patrons and his corporeal feet being cut against the class, Edward had become far from comfortable. He silently hissed before he regained enough sense to render himself incorporeal once more, about the time he noticed the plant-controlling wisp, his prey, recovering fast. Bastard must be even more hungry now.

“Second round then?” Like a switch he had returned to his more confident persona, his lips stretched into an awfully sly and devious smirk.

“Fool, you don’t stand a chance against this sorcerer.”

Edward pointed his left palm outward.

“Mark of death, strike true!” Another incantation. Four bolts of deathly magic were conjured above and around his outstretched arm, they hovered in place for only a few moments before they arced towards the wisp’s central body. Despite knowing he wasn’t the most efficient at melee, the pride and thrill he felt lured him to charge directly after the path his arcane bolts soared. Lightning crackled from his staff as he planned to point-blank blast a potentially dazed wisp, assuming his spell lands and produces its intended affect.

“The end draws near for you!”


Edward Bennigan




~1440 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




The success of the lightning over the plant matter had Edward cackling, as if he were mad with power. Such a small victory fed his ego, and so drunk off the feeling he hadn’t initially noticed the disaster that would follow.

His laughter had slowed as the realization dawned on him that something was wrong. The destruction that was once a point of satisfaction turned to panic and regret as he remembered the simple fact that he was surrounded by mortals.



“Oh right…shit.”
Damnit. His abilities weren’t suited for rescue, and definitely not in this scale. Focused to the immediate danger, Edward rushed to the people beneath the first set of lights that fell. He’d become tangible in his sprint, visible too, as he’d run into and push those people out of the way. “Move fools!”

In truth he’d prefer to stay invisible, but his lack of training in that field left him without options. There wasn’t any time to complain or feel embarrassed about it though. He’d drop another bag of bones and braced for impact if it failed.



“Rise and serve the master of death!”
This chant sounded more desperate then cocky, as he stirred the bones in this bag to move and grow like a tree, forming into something like a large skeletal hand in hopes to catch the debris that was to fall on him and the others he failed to get out of the way.


Edward Bennigan




~1440 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




Indeed, the necromancer was far too concerned with the supernatural to bother with such trivial mortal affairs. Fool that he was to not recognize how the spirits could react; his attention was still focus on the now absent party. He hadn't even noticed he was alone, not that it bothered him.

It wasn't until the emergence of vines that caught his attention. First to the spirits that had been consumed by flowers. His first thought was of rescue in truth. Passionate over the preservation of a soul, foolish as it may be in this world. Even be they wisps, all that meant was that he had to dispatch of them himself. No problem for a mage so overconfident in his ability.

But whatever plan he had was cut short when vines emerged to target him. Close quarters was not his strong suit, and he was far from the more capable reapers in fitness. Still, his confidence didn't waver.

"Oho, You wish to claim my essence wisp?" Edward spoke with a hint of sinister glee. If nothing else, a good fight would let him show off how powerful he thought he was.

He first attempted to evade the vines, drifting backwards as fast as he could to gain distance. In an attempt to slow down some of the vines, he had drew out one of his bone-filled, tied up bags out onto the closest vine; and once it reached its tip, spoke his spell.

"Rise and serve the master of death!"

The bones within the bag at once became animate, protruding from the bag with sharpened bits. To his will, the bones assembled a crude net-like formation. The mass could only extend a 7 foot diameter, and lack of material had its gaps wide; he'd at least hope the it will slow ever so slightly the majority of the vines.

Confident with the distance he gained, he'd draw out his staff; the gold ring on his finger shimmered as the black gem within sparked with electricity, until it morphed to his hand as his weapon.


"Witness my power!"


Well, the staff wasn't his power, but they didn't need to know that. Edward let out a cackle as electricity fired from its tip to the mass of vines, sustaining the duration of the lightning in hopes to achieve substantial damage.


Edward Bennigan




~1435 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




Edward was no biologist, but he knew bones well. He’s worked with them since he was a child after all. The creepy kid that played with dead rats and bird skeletons at one time. He had a general awareness for how bones were. The structure, the shape, the pieces. How it all assembled like puzzle pieces. Despite the wide variety of vertebrates there was some sense of order to their scale and anatomy. This Skelton thought, upon his thorough observation, wasn’t like that. Joints too small, pieces too large. Bits and parts that looked like they were put together from different animals. It reminded him of those videos of people faking skeletons of monsters, or how people fashioned monsters from miscellaneous dinosaur bones. Like, someone’s imagination of a monster’s skeleton rather than the real thing.

Well, this at least gave him inspiration for how he could recreate it. Maybe he could raid a museum? Well, personal hobby aside it did strike him curious. Perhaps this was indeed a spell rather than an individual spirit. In that case though, that raised the question if this is Celeste’s spell, branding her in league of the arcane, or if this was placed on her by someone else.

The mystery deepens! In fact, why the hell was her hair pink? It was like she was the protagonist of some kind of anime. Life imitates art he supposed, Maybe that’s why all those specters followed her.

Through the moving line, Edward’s pace made him appear almost in sync with the lines of ghosts, aside from him being busy with his book, and occasionally walking out of the line to try another angle. At a distance, the dark purple robes he wore probably didn’t look to out of place in the venue by its shape and color, though the distinct pointed hat, eyepatch with a skull design, and vibrant white pants shattered that illusion of being any well dressed or fashionable ghost.

The necromancer had gotten a few sketches in before he noticed the head of the spirit line stopped. Having looked up to observe, he saw Celeste recognizing the empty-headed cheese enthusiast Lucian before dragging him off. Unaware that Lucian was indeed incorporeal to most mortals, Edward’s natural assumption that he was just trying to blend in and eat some cheese. He wouldn’t be trying to eat corporeal food while being incorporeal in a giant venue after all, he wasn’t that stupid right?

Nonetheless, that bastard knew Celeste?! Why didn’t he tell any of them? Or, maybe no one had bothered to tell him. It wouldn’t be the first slight of disrespect his co workers expressed. The fools. Throwing away his rat skeletons for “Sanitary Reasons.” Bah, as if they had any need for such things in death.

Still, this was a bit of a shock. The fool should have hid himself instead of just, sitting around in plain sight getting his fill of dairy.

Maybe he knew more about her curse? … No, Lucian was an air head in death, he doubt he’d retain such information even if she told him.

Ed stood there to process his thoughts while Lucian was led off. Surely he had to keep following, but he felt like he was forgetting something.
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