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Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Kalisel kept up the pressure on the goblins from the rear as the others attracted their attention. Her movements were more swift and fluid now, partially from getting into the flow of the battle and partially from the effects of the alcohol leaving her system. Forgiveness flashed like steel death in her hands, eviscerating one goblin and decapitating another in rapid succession. The commotion started to die down, and soon Kalisel was left to wipe goblin blood off of her sword, noting with dismay that it was already tarnishing the edge- she’d have to oil it again later that night.

As she returned to the tavern, she took stock of the situation. The giant man seemed to have taken a crossbow bolt, which was strange, considering the fact that none of the goblins had carried such a weapon. The only other alternative was friendly fire, which merely raised another set of disturbing questions. Kalisel’s head whipped around when she heard that another of the hunters was missing. Could she have been taken by the goblins? It seemed possible, but unlikely- though there were a lot of goblins, she doubted that they would take a prisoner rather than simply killing her. The man with the gun was a possible lead, if they knew more about him. Still, this had the potential to be very ugly. “If nobody’s seen her, then we’ll need to set up an organized search party. Each hunter takes a section of woods, and turns over every rock in their assigned area. I’ll take the western part myself.”

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Name: Camille Thibodeaux

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Nickname: Cam

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Racial: Louisiana Cajun

History: The Thibodeaux clan may not be as old as some families- Camille’s grandmother Marie was the first to practice- but they have earned a reputation as skilled users of nature magic. The family believes in exposing their children to magic at a young age, and as the oldest of four siblings, Camille was always the first to try new spells and potions. She was never the best, but still managed to get the hang of most aspects of magic.

Her mundane life was more, well… mundane. Decent grades, but no genius, played a little bit of soccer in high school, that sort of thing. Her one bad moment came as a sophomore, when she tried using magic to make a cute girl in her English class fall for her. The spell made Camille’s target crazy in love with her, all right- emphasis on the crazy part, to the point where said girl was willing to stab anyone who came near her love. Not only did her mother know exactly how it happened and ground her for three weeks, but as a result of the whole sordid mess, she was outed as a lesbian, which wasn’t the best social status in the Deep South. She fell into a deep bout of depression, which she has only recently come out of.

Two weeks ago, she got her letter from Raindale, something she had been looking forward to. Her mother turned down an offer to study at Raindale, years ago, and advised her daughter to do the same. She wasn’t ready yet; she could go next year. Camille refused- she wanted to leave Louisiana and see the world. The pair had an argument that nearly devolved into hex flinging, but in the end, her mother relented. Camille is ready to start at Raindale, not quite sure of what’s waiting for her.

Personality: Camille is a trickster at heart, albeit more kind than most. She loves playing harmless pranks, and is a natural saleswoman. However, she can be intensely private at times as well, and enjoys reading. She also suffers from depression, and has a tendency to be somewhat moody.

She is intensely interested in what would traditionally be termed the “dark arts”, and when she’s working in those areas, she tends to be more theatrical. Flamboyant rites, fire and smoke, that sort of thing. It tends to get under the skin of some witches, as they think she’s playing to a stereotype, but others seem to like it. She will do curses for other witches, but it’s on a case by case basis- the party hiring her has to be well and truly wronged before she’ll consider the act.

Likes: The outdoors, a good book, meditating, magic

Dislikes: Rain, pushy people, bullies, team sports

Hobbies: Hiking

Dreams: Becoming a powerful witch

Fears: Drowning

Year: First

Classes: Mythical Creatures, Intro to Curses, Necromancy

Magical Specialty: Curses, Camille is an adept at all sorts of curses, hexes, and jinxes

Strengths: Camille has very precise control of her magic.

Weaknesses: A lack of raw power means that she has to resort to rituals to accomplish what other witches can do with a thought

Familiar

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Graywing, a brown bat. Camille met him while exploring a local cave and soon made a contract with him. He has quite a mouth to him, but still tries to give her good advice, like a familiar should.

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Okay, then how about a witch whose specialty is shapechanging? Different animals and such.

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

@Allycat Would a half-demon whose long-term goal is immortality be a good fit?

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

Do we have a CS sheet or an OOC yet?

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Midori shook her head at the whole mess. Looking back, though, it could have been a lot worse. One dead Vice, no dead humans. In the end, I guess that has to go down in the win column. Midori took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. It would be almost impossible to hunt Vices with her emotions getting in the way. "Well, ladies," Midori commented as she brushed off her skirt, "the night is still young, the way I see it. Plenty of time to bring down a few more vices before we have to turn in. If any of you want to join me, feel free." With that, she raced off into the darkness, to continue the search.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Rebecca’s bones clicked as she walked up the stairs of Castle Bloodrose. Helena really needed to get to work on that potion- she wanted to feel her flesh again. Andri floated up beside her, his brow starting to furrow. “It sounds like there’s quite a commotion over by the front gate. We should head over there, try to intercept Alexina when things start to die down.”

“Andri, you’ve been around here long enough to know that things never die down around here. I mean, just look at us,” the lich said with an undeserved chuckle at her own awful joke. “Be that as it may, you’re probably right. The sooner we know what Alexina intends to do, the sooner we can start making plans of our own.” With that, Rebecca headed towards the gate, with Andri in tow.

The scene at the castle gate wasn’t pure chaos, but it was as close as the pair were likely to see in their afterlives. Rebecca’s eyes first shot to a strange girl surrounded by molten, but cooling, rock. Another pyromancer, one who was strong enough to melt rock? Rebecca was definitely intrigued.

Speaking of pyromancers, Taran was there too, covered in drying blood with a disturbed look on his face, obviously just healed by Usoa. Rebecca didn’t envy him a bit for going through that particular process- the tentacled witch unnerved her, though she supposed the reverse might well be true, also.

Saen was there as well, and- aha! There was Alexina, presiding over the whole thrice-damned fiasco. Rebecca strode towards her, while still keeping a respectful distance. As she did so, she uttered an incantation, causing Andri to become visible to those whose senses weren’t as finely attuned to spirits as hers. “Greetings, Alexina. I take it you recall Andri, from the old days. We came up here to talk to you, but it seem you have troubles of your own right now. What can we do to be of assistance?”

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Phagora hadn’t noticed at first that Ryleth had left, and the realization threw her into a hurried panic.Not bothering to get any supplies, she grabbed the nearest horse she could find and raced through the gates of Castle Bloodrose, with Sarah and Mary, the other two witches in the raid, hot on her heels.

Eventually, though, the horses just couldn’t keep their pace, and the trio was forced to stop to let them rest. Tying their mounts to a tree by the road, Phagora asked the other two if they had any plans for the attack. “Stealth and secrecy will be the keys to our success, I would think.” commented Mary. “I could open up a portal to Hell, we go through it, and then I create another portal right into their fortress. Could do it from here, in fact.”

Sarah turned to the little demonologist. The pair were a study in contrasts- Sarah stood nearly six feet tall, while Mary couldn’t have been more the four-foot-nine. The former witch had luscious black curls, whereas Mary’s hair was blonde, sparse, and straight. Yet they made a perfect pair in battle- Mary’s infernal summons were quite capable of causing utter terror in a foe, fears that Sarah could use to power her own spells.

“I doubt that would work, Mary. Any sane coven would make certain nothing could enter from there without permission- we already do it back at the Castle. We’d be stuck there with whatever demons are in the area coming for us.” She shook her head in dismay. “No, I say overwhelming power would be our best option. Knock them to the dirt with our strongest spells, and make sure they don’t have a chance to get up.”

“I vote for scouting the situation, personally,” responded Phagora. “Don’t want to get tripped up by surprises.” At that moment, though, there was a large surge of magic that all three witches could feel, about half a mile further down the road. That could only mean one thing- Ryleth had found the other coven, and they had found him, too. “Looks like the decision has been made for us, ladies!” Phagora yelled as she untied the horses for what would probably amount to a cavalry charge. “Let’s go!”

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Midori looked at the wreckage her fireball had caused. Obviously, the police were going to be here in a minute or two, and what would they tell her father? His little girl just bombed an office building? She could just see how that conversation would go and facepalmed. Then, she made the very smart decision to go find the girl that had yanked her through the portal and give her a piece of her mind.

Fortunately, she didn't have to look far. All those magical girls, right next to the spot where the fight had happened, with a new one there? In a rabbit outfit, of all things? It didn't take a genius to put two and two together and get four. Midori leapt out of the hole she had blasted (damn, but she was hard on buildings) and stormed right on up to the newcomer with blatantly obvious violence in her eyes.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?! I don't care what sort of powers you have, you don't rip somebody right out of a fight! Especially when they're charging up an attack! See how those offices have a new bay window? That's your fault! And it could have been a lot worse. I knew I had a clear line of fire. What if there had been people there that you didn't see?" Midori shook her head. "You've got to think before you do things like that!"

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

The thing about wild and ugly situations is that no matter where they happen, they always, always attract onlookers. Case in point- the commotion at the castle's gates had caught the attention of a certain lamia.

"How any timesss must I tell you, Taran?" Saen quipped in a light tone as she ade her way up to the events. "Don't bring usss any strangersss."Then, she saw the girl's injuries being healed by Usoa, and her tone changed completely. "Hold on, an injured witch? And a lava ssspecialist to boot. Well done, Taran. Well done indeed." Turning to Usoa, she asked, "Is there anything I can do to help with the healing? Get usss supplies, try to keep her comfortable." The snake-girl's eyes were full of concern- she didn't want to lose a new member of the coven getting her through the door.