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@Hyyde322 I am tentatively interested. I'd like to hear more about the magic before I decide. ^.^

So there's four types of magic

Illumination (light and knowledge)
This magic focuses on Divination, revealing hidden truths, creating light in darkness. Scrying to locate a missing person, reading the threads of fate to read possible futures, Illuminating hidden symbols or magical traps, etc. This magic can blind the caster temporarily or overwhelm them with too much information if overused

Shadow (Obfuscation and Protection)
This one focuses on concealment, illusions, wards, and defensive spells. Creating veils of invisibility, projecting false images to confuse enemies, constructing magical barriers or safe zones etc. This magic feeds on fear; too much use can amplify paranoia or create unintentional shadows (manifestations of the caster's doubts)

Elemental (nature and balance)
using the natural elements; fire, earth, air, water, and healing. This magic sometimes requires physical components (herbs, water, fire, soil.) Using this one too much can leave the environment unbalanced or damaged.

Void (The forbidden art)
Manipulation of time, space, and pure energy; communicating with entities like the eater of lights. Opening portals, binding malevolent spirits, drawing power directly from the beacon or ley lines. It is inherently corrupting. It drains life force, attracts dangerous entities, and risks destabilizing reality itself



Ashwood Hollow


The coven has always operated in secrecy here, using their magic to protect their town from supernatural threats. Lately strange occurrences have shaken their peace: streetlights flicker and hum with energy, people go missing without a trace, and static filled broadcasts interrupt local radio stations, repeating the same chilling phrase: "The black signal is coming".

The small eerie town of Ashwood Hollow nestled in a valley surrounded by dense ancient forest. Ashwood Hollow is a small but peculiar half abandoned town with a history of unexplained events. Overcast skies dominate the town with fog rolling in most mornings and evenings. The air smells faintly of wood smoke and damp earth, and the streets are often quiet save for the occasional sound of wind chimes or distant church bells. The lantern style streetlights line the main street casting dim pools of light at night.

Established in June of 1692, the witches that came before settled in Ashwood fleeing persecution of the witch trials. The witches would help found and establish the town protecting it with woven magic seals all around the area the town had been built. After many years, it seems that the protective seals have weakened and the many strange events have begun.

The growing yet alarming number of residents disappearing, some returning and having lost all memory, some returning too shocked to speak save one word "The beacon". Believed to be lured into the forest or what are referred to as the shadow zones created by something dark, presumably this beacon. The residents have searched high and low for this beacon to no success.

The vanishing hour as the residents refer to it. Every night at precisely 2:17 AM, a strange phenomenon occurs. For exactly seventeen minutes, clocks in the town stop,electronics malfunction, and all sound ceases. During this time shadowy figures are seen walking the streets or peering into windows. Anyone outside claims to feel a chilling hand brush their shoulder, but turning around reveals nothing.

The bridge leading out of the town occasionally vanishes and is replaced by a thick mist. Drivers who attempt to cross during these times find themselves back where they started no matter which way they go and some claim to have heard voices in the mist urging them to turn back. Occasionally an otherworldy market appears behind Main Street during the vanishing hour and vendors with glowing eyes sell strange wares- jars of moonlight, bottled whispers, or cursed trinkets. Buyers often regret their purchases, as the items seem to bring bad luck or strange dreams.

Trees seem to murmur and whisper at night in the forest and on certain nights, townsfolk report seeing a parade of ghostly figures marching down Main Street dressed in old fashioned clothing, carrying lanterns that emit an otherworldly blue glow and reenacting events from the town's history.

All these events happening with more occurring seemingly every month, and to add to the coven's growing number of problems, a mysterious benefactor has appeared in town and taken residence at the old motel making himself known to the witches and claiming to be there to help; can they really trust his words? With all of this happening and having this "Black signal" to worry about, the coven will certainly have their hands full. Will they be able to solve these problems and keep the town safe, or will the town be overtaken by the darkness to come?
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If you got this far, hello and thank you for reading. My name is Hyyde, and this is a roleplay I have been wanting to put together for a long time. It's been a long time since I have seen a roleplay about witches, so rather than sit around and wait forever for one to show up, I decided to make one. This is a story set in modern day that revolves around an eerie small town where strange paranormal occurrences have been happening. The coven of witches that have been protecting the town will have to deal with these occurrences and many more while trying to balance a normal life and honing their magical abilities. I'm open to work shopping with people as I want this to also be a world building opportunity, so if this catches your interest and you have an idea you want to run by me, don't hesitate to suggest something and we can work together and flesh out the idea. Now I know what you might be thinking, the magic. How does it work, what kind of magic is allowed, How well will our characters be able to use their receptive magical abilities.

Well I can absolutely answer those. The source of magic comes from ley lines, which are invisible streams of energy flowing beneath the earth. Witches tap into this energy using rituals, artifacts, and their own innate ability. Magic is costly and requires energy, which can drain a witch physically, mentally, emotionally, or spiritually. Overuse can lead to "magic burn"-a condition where their abilities become erratic or uncontrollable.

Intent also matters in this world. Magic is fueled by intent and emotion. A spell cast with doubt or fear can backfire, while one cast with focus and determination is more likely to succeed. There are five types of magic in total you can choose from with one of them being very costly and far more dangerous. I will go over the types once I've garnered enough attention for this. While we will be adept, we will not be all powerful. Think seasoned veterans.

With that out of the way, I am looking for a small group of four to six people who can post once a week. If you need longer, just let me know beforehand, I know life gets in the way. It may be sometimes I have to skip a week, so I won't rush anyone. Word count doesn't matter to me, I prefer quality over quantity, so if you can't post more than one paragraph, then don't worry, but absolutely NO one-liners. If all goes well and I get some interest in this, I'll put together a character sheet and put up the ooc. That's it, thank you for your time if you got this far and I hope to roleplay with you guys.
Anita shockingly remembered the puff of Cait's joint she took. "Oh, sorry about that mister, thanks for the warning" She quickly belted out as she clapped her hands together and added a slight bow as a form of apology. "Great, a town with a power hungry dick...tator, fantastic." She said. After the man left, she slumped back into the seat while overhearing the conversations from both the man and Vincent. She had heard him say something about his son being in prison for a crime he didn't commit, and while she felt sorry for him, she couldn't risk helping unless it was absolutely necessary, so she turned back to the group.

"I mean, it's either Mexico, or maybe Belize. I wouldn't recommend Guatemala, or Honduras. What about Jamaica?" She asked. Adding to Cait's input, she had a point. They weren't getting anywhere without money, especially if they were planning to flee the country. She bellowed a sigh as she leaned forward and folded her arms on the table. "You're right Cait, unfortunately, and with flight prices, we're gonna need a lot of it. Well, any ideas?" she asked. Her question would be answered when Vincent mentioned an underground fighting tournament, which was met with slight alertness.

"Or, or, we find a way that doesn't involve injuries. The last thing we need is for someone to get seriously hurt to the point where we need to scrounge up....ingredients for special purposes" Anita made sure to whisper that last part as she scanned the room attempting to avoid suspicion. While she was sure Vincent could handle himself in a fight, more so than anyone else here, having someone get hurt would mean having to stay in one town longer than they needed to. Hospital bills were expensive, and getting ingredients for a healing potion meant getting certain things that may or may not be available depending on the time of year, or season, or month, or even the time of day. "Look, don't get me wrong, I'm sure you can win, but on the off chance that you don't, we can't afford a hospital stay, and other methods of treatment may, or may not be available"
getting a post up soon, been busy with work
was gonna wait, but I just went ahead and posted to keep it going
Anita had followed Cait and Cleo in and had spotted where Vincent, Cait, and Cleome were posted up. As the man took what she could only assume was his order and placed down a few more menus, she strolled over to the booth and took a seat after Cait "Like you'd get anywhere without us" She teased with a big smile aimed his way. Overhearing Cait and Vincent's comments on getting out of the country as she took her seat and looking over the menu to decide on what she wanted, the memories of her life in Canada that led to her traveling with them came flooding in.

"And how are doing today ma'am, what'll ya have" the man asked her as she snapped back to reality and was met with a loud growl that emanated from her stomach. "Uh, I'll have the burger as well. Oh, and a slice of pie with a soda" She mentioned as she handed the menu back and watched him take her order. "If we're heading out of the country, I'd highly suggest sitting Canada out". While it would be nice to find a place where they didn't have to look over their shoulders, getting out of the county would be hard enough, still it would be nice. She could find a way to send for her coven mates, even find a new place for them to set up. "I hear Europe is really nice this time of year though, oh, but I've always wanted to go to Japan"
Anita hopped out of the front seat and stretched as she looked around "Nothing for miles" she muttered to herself. Coming from the outskirts of a small town in the British Colombia province, she can't say she missed it. Small towns means the same people, the same places, and the same events day in and day out, to say small towns were boring was putting it mildly. This place was different, for starters, it was smaller than the other towns she had been in, even her own. Anita wandered around to the side of the truck where the others were while they waited on Vincent "Welp, if you gotta go, now's the time. I'm gonna see what I can do about scoring a shower, while vincent gets someone to look at the truck" She took a whiff of the clothing she had on after mentioning getting clean and was met with an unpleasant stentch "Ugh, I'll see about finding a laundromat too"

She took in the sights around the gas station and was greeted with a few small businesses, a school, police station, and some other places before she was struck with a familiar feeling. Her stomach growled loud enough to where it could be heard "Okay, maybe cleaning can wait, I'm gonna go see about that diner"
I'm not in the discord anymore, but I say the more the merrier
pretty sure it is, although that's up to the GM
Anita pushed her body out of the window and sat on the edge of the window seal on the opposite side of Cait as she grabbed the joint and took a few drags off of it before handing it back to her vehicle mate. Anita had never been a smoker especially when it came to weed, but, it would have been rude not to at least try. If there was one thing Anita knew about Cait in their short time together, it was that Cait loved Skateboarding and she loved that board. Anita could still remember the look on her face when she damaged her board, and while she did her best to comfort her friend, it did nothing to diminish that sad look on her face that day.

"Unfortunately, we'd be lucky if they had a mechanic Cait, I doubt they've even heard the word skateboard," She tried her best to mutter in between coughs from the smoke caught in her lungs. To say they were in the middle of nowhere was an understatement and in Arkansas no less. Growing up in Canada, she knew almost nothing of America, especially the midwest. Her first time here and she thought there would be more corn....That's what the American Midwest was known for right? Corn? "Hey, we're supposed to be in the midwest right? what happened to all the corn farms...and like...broken down pickup trucks?" If it wasn't clear to everyone Anita knew virtually nothing about America, it was clear now.

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