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[phillipdelaney-blog]

An Ally in Dark Places || Farryn&Phillip || SWP

@farryn-of-athoria SWP

“How much? This is inflated robbery!”

The frustrated words followed the wind until they met his ears. Phillip was already in a sad mood. Which, to someone ordinary would have found it appropriate to keep their heartbroken vibe elsewhere, but Phillip was ever for the dramatics, and it showcased his attire impeccably. The item he had on had been specialty crafted years ago as a mourning outfit, for the off chance he needed one. It was appropriate now, after so many years filled with relative happiness that he would find a reason to pull it out of storage.

The shoulders puffed up into points and formed tightly over his biceps and laid rigid over a corset he had tied up his back. It cinched his already thin waist into an hourglass shape, not needing breath nor having to worry about the bones of his ribs puncturing anything; he had his companions pull strings tighter than a human could stand. The item was heavy, layers upon layers of fabrics circled long near his ankles but was difficult to tell where it started or ended with the thin veil draped over his face. The heels of his boots gave him an additional three inches, and right now, he was towering over everyone, and currently surrounded by a hoard of old ladies from Miervaldis who had far too many questions.

“What is that man whining about,” Phillip asked, lifting the veil up with the back of his left hand so the lite cigarette could meet his lips. The light brought to life how pale he was, almost sickly and bruised in tones that mocked his continuous issue with wanting to feed appropriately. His eyes darted to the man not causing too much of a scene to be kicked out, but enough of one to draw his attention.

“People think they can afford enchanted items like it doesn’t take a witch a decade of practice to be able to create the item to begin with,” a kind witch said near him, even pulling a bronze broach from her chest to aid to tuck the veil to his circlet for him. He nodded in thanks.

“I see, maybe I’ll buy it just so the woman knows her craft is well appreciated,” he chuckled, glancing once more into the crowds. 

[athoriaevents]

                           ✛ THE CAULDRON IS READY ✛

Location: Countryside & Western Beaches Occurring During: Autumn SWP: Cauldron Event following Nathaniel’s Speech

It is time. The Magic Guild has taken the prepared Cauldron to perform the last pieces of the spell. Every year the collection of added items have created new possibilities and discoveries in all areas of magic, but this particular year is rumored to be unique. With everyone in the country allowed to attend and also participate, the Guild is anticipating something truly spectacular.

With a low rumble from the cauldron, the same sound is responding deep within the mountains. Everyone turns to peer up at Verasova, wondering if they were connected and if something horrible will happen. The potion bubbles, turning a dark red until it hisses into a transformation of lava. A shriek belts overhead; an unseen shadow descends upon the mountain, drawing attention to Mt. Kairo in the far distance. A crash is followed by a groan from the very mountain, and the penetrating silence afterwards puts everyone on edge.  

The cauldron erupts into flames. A tiny squawk comes from deep within the center, and then...a head pops out of it. Everyone close by is shocked and the emotions of the patrons escalates as a newborn Phoenix spreads its tiny wings and claws its way to the rim of the cauldron. Its second screech is stronger and it seems to grow within the flames until its wings unfurl and it takes off into the sky.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Please Note: Seeing the Phoenix upon its birth is a rarity, and often when one sees this process, they are blessed with a vision. The vision will reveal a path that the onlooker will have to choose that leads to either a situation of destruction or rebirth.  

The Phoenix is now a Legend of Athoria and can be utilized by our members for plotting purposes. 

Check out the country blog for inspiration on the Phoenix. Also visit the MYTHS AND LEGENDS page for more information.

Miervaldis is now an official part of the Athorian Kingdom! You will find this move on our SETTINGS PAGE. You can read King Nathaniel’s speech about the merge HERE.

[nitaspicer]

Sleeping With Ghosts|| SWP || Nita+Farryn

SWP: Soul to Squeeze Location: Mysterious Manor in Leeds @farryn-of-athoria

"This has to be a dream...” Nita mumbled. Maybe she’d finally had those ‘drunk dreams’ people were always raving about. Just one of those weird nightmares that never made any sense and you forgot them as soon as you waked. That would be the only explanation why she was suddenly in a room watching witches do magic. But Nita had never experienced a dream so vivid and she wasn’t a Seer like Vera. No, this was real and it seemed that dark magic plagued Athoria once more. She could hear screams of terror in the other rooms, some pleading for mercy while others simply cried. 

The ward around the witches pulsed and more dancing shadows darted from their summoning circle. Those shadows have faces. Nita thought, hair rising on the back of her neck. “They’re spirits...” She took a step back, then another as fear settled over her. If she hadn’t seen the chair flying toward her head, Nita might have remained frozen in shock. “Oh fuck me!” The wolf said, side-stepping it. There wouldn’t be any fighting her way out of this, she’d have to get out somehow. 

Nita always thought it was cowardly to run, but now she finally understood. When the odds were stacked, sometimes the only choice was survival by any means. Nita dashed past a few other trapped victims, shoving a young man out the way of a floating knife before rounding a corner. Reaching a window, she grabbed a candlestick and chucked it through. Instead of fresh air greeting her, she scented the stale air of the indoors and someone familiar. Following her instincts, Nita leaped through the opening to land in another hall. It was by the grace of Gaia alone that she found Farryn on the other side. “Oh thank the fuckin’ goddess, please tell me you’re real!” She said, clutching the elder wolf. 

[derekryder]

Derek & Phillip || Try A Little Harder || FB: 3 Years Ago

@phillipdelaney​ Northeast Varasova Mountains, King’s Road

“You are far from your luxury,”

Derek Ryder cared little for the mundane vampires that got themselves in trouble on the northern side of the Varasova Mountains. Too often he would pull them from their pikes after the hunters displayed them for a valiant sunrise. He’d strip them clean, sprinkle their ashes along the King’s Road as a sort of strange sentiment, and forget about them. They were foolish. And with Brailston City so close, it was a waste for them to be lingering in the mountains at all. Why not take your chances with the undead of The Ivory Tower? Why not attempt to parade through the contemporary city that Franco Athor and his son had built so bravely? To be fed humans as if they were simple, tasty treats? Yet instead, some caved to their inner, demonic monsters too easily that they were beyond saving. It was these fledglings that caused the most damage against the prejudice. 

It was these fledglings that Derek could care less for.

Let them be berated on the King’s Road and hung to burn. What did they mean to Derek, the one who had survived these long decades without so much as a bother? 

Come evening Derek had gotten word from other havens inside the mountains that two more young, desirable vampires had suffered at the stakes. With rage and a speckle of annoyance, he traveled to the destination to take care of the mess, as usual. The last thing the fancy people of Athoria needed were to see crispy corpses dangling on their traveling road to Grimsby. Who could imagine the horrors and nightmares to follow?

Tonight, however, he was not alone. Derek only glanced at the important looking carriage and the neat, lean vampire standing on the road as if waiting for the older to show. They reeked of freedom, and pride. And Derek only wished to rip that smug expression off of the Midnight’s face.

“It’s a little late to pay your respects. They’ve been rotting in the sun all day. It’s best just to get this over with,” Derek moved towards the stakes, keeping an eye on the fancy gentleman. “Unless you have another agenda? Do I know you?”

[grimm-daire-blog]

I Can Feel The Fires Of Hell

During The Circle Is Anew

There was strong, irrational adrenaline flowing through Grimm’s veins as the Rebellion stampeded towards the Castle of Athoria. Having previously told Usai and the other phantoms that this wasn’t their fight, the thought and grand speech now seemed lost to The First Phantom. The Bersker state was to blame. Grimm’s eyes flickered with fire, a chaotic brew of reds and gray, and among his brethren he was the master, the teacher, the King of Purgatory. The chilling ghostly children of Athoria followed Grimm with hoots and hollers, using their telekinesis to bend trees and throw rocks, to raise the dirt into tornadoes around them as they flew through the air like maniacs, riding along the gravel as if it were an ocean of waves. Some brought along more humans to join in the traveling party, continuing to suck at them like vampires, enhance their beserker to unfathomable extremes that would otherwise be means for death by the hands of The Headmaster. Grimm had always taught his phantoms control, moderation, and rational expectations.

Tonight was not a dire exception, but the only exception.

A clergy of near a hundred ghost children swept through the large stone and brick gates hiding the castle from any typical entrance. The Knights that had remained to protect the palace attempted in quick rages to stop the flickering invisible students from ambushing first. But it was in vain. The phantoms swept through the first round of knights with dazzling and unfair advantages, picking the knights up by their armors and shooting them straight up into the atmosphere, then dropping them mercilessly to the ground. They landed in heaps of metal and exploded bloodied body parts. Then with sticks of matches they were set on fire. 

The blood from these knights was only consumed further, fueling the drug inside their bodies into monstrous commotion. The phantom children circled their leader in dance and adrenaline, bodies shaking and throats growling at what was to come. The opposing rebellion lead by Delaina Bloodruler would make their move next, as promised and agreed. The children of limbo took out their bloodthirsty and beserker state by setting more fires, destroying everything and anything in sight on the castle grounds. The barracks exploded in fiery reds and orange and the phantoms tossed their weapons and armor into the air for target practice. 

Grimm Daire, though affected by the thirst of the human blood, took pride in this outcome. Still, while his students played and the Bloodruler lead her people into the castle directly, Grimm could not help but think of what was to come, and who they now served.

Lucifer had not betrayed them. It was the Mad Queen, he understood that well. With Beelzebub missing, with Leeds and Seryth destroyed from Mahalath’s sickness, and the country of Athoria falling to its knees after a thousand years of it being his home, Grimm was unsure where his new loyalties would lie. Killing the Queen and going to England or to Oblitius Inferno seemed...misplaced. Belial would ever bow to another demon, even the King of Falsehoods who did all he could to keep the peace in England. 

He thought of England, wondered how the war was going...and what would be of the grand country once him and his students set foot on its soil. Would they even be welcomed and greeted by Jezebeth? Or would the country be consumed in fire...

Doubtful.

Grimm Daire’s thoughts were cut short by the rumble, the explosion, and the giant crack in the earth that erupted through the castle grounds. 

In mere seconds the fissure consumed several of his students who dropped deep into the land and were unable to gather their concentration to levitate back up. Grimm ran to the edge of the growing incision inside the ground and heard their screams from far below. Others began to panic as the earthquake shook the country with unbelievable strength. Smaller and unstable buildings began to collapse, the stone burying the phantoms and crushing them to death. 

“No...no!” Grimm heard a growing chaos not only from his phantoms but from the Rebellion nearby. Collecting who he could, he sprang to the air carrying two of them by their collars and assisted in levitating others, hoping to save who he could. But the blood of the beserker created delusions in his mind, awakening unreal connections and thoughts when it came to what was happening, and why. Ghost children from Limbo moaned to him, reaching for Grimm as he tried to swim through their outstretched arms. Don’t leave us! Come back! And their ethereal bodies swarmed the First Phantom in confusion. The students in his grasp were ripped from his connection. As Grimm searched for them through the chaos of the magic, Limbo consumed his conscious and vision. The magic from the spell weakened him greatly, causing Grimm to drop easily from the air. As Grimm collided with the ground his shoulder blade shattered into thousands of unfixable pieces and the pain trickled down his spine in temporary paralysis.

What’s happening! Run! Run! 

Through a haze of grey and twisted metaphors of Limbo, Grimm blinked through the stars of his fall. Blood escaped his ear with a ringing sensation that he thought would never go away. He felt hands on his body and when they grabbed at his shoulder Grimm screamed in pain, being brought back to the reality of the situation. Another blink cleared his mind from the fog and dismay of Limbo and back to the Earthen plane of existence. Fire. Destruction. The Castle of Athoria crumbled before his eyes.

We have to go!

Whatever phantoms had survived lost their energy and abilities, the blood from the humans proved to be, as always, too much for them to handle under pressure. It was taboo. They would be their own demise. Grimm allowed himself to be dragged from the ground and lead by whoever remained. They stumbled and crawled through the rubble and away from the castle and the giant fissure that Grimm assumed now stretched throughout the entire country. Several minutes later, they looked back at the Castle of Athoria on its glorious hilltop as it sat in demolition. “Let’s go,”

But where? What was safe anymore? Grimm lead those who remained towards the mountains of Night Haven. Perhaps the once city of the dead would be uninhabited now and a place of safety for the time being...Grimm was unsure. Together the small group tended to their human wounds and carried each other through the density of the forest. At a nearby stream, they drank to replenish their bodies,did what they could to cover their cuts and bruises. The downfall of the immortal phantom body. Grimm did not heal immediately like his opposing specie friends; instead, he cringed at the pain of his shoulder, or what was left of it, unable to move his arm or twist his back in certain ways. He was placed against a rock and water poured on his head to cool him of fever. 

Around them, the echoes of the continued earthquakes hit them in waves. The aftershocks shook the ground and the mountains moaned in response. Do we keep going? Grimm glanced around at those who had escaped the castle...they were weakened and broken, and their spirits had slipped as their Headmaster sat worthless and damaged. Another shake to the ground caused the first set of rocks to displace themselves from the side of the mountain. Together they watched as it rolled to the ground, gaining momentum, snagging other pieces of the loosened rock and taking it with them. Night Haven was not far; if they could make it up the mountain to the village where it had survived for so long the maybe they would be safe. 

They did not get the chance.

As if thinking the same thing at once, the phantoms of Crossing Over began to move as quickly as they could. Two carried Grimm through his pain, locking their arms across his shattered shoulder even though it tore at the open wound, ripped at his skin to expose the flesh and bone. Move, move! One giant rock propelled itself and landed on one of the phantoms, splattering them into the earth at their feet. They screamed, panicked, and hobbled away. Where to go? The aftershocks caused them to slip and fall, and even when a phantom gained some sort of strength to levitate, they quickly succumbed to the lack of concentration and the weakened state of their bodies.

The rock slide came too quickly. The mountain in which they ran from broke in several pieces and down the side of the mountain the rocks rolled, tumbled and gathered in massive heaps. Like an avalanche, it consumed the phantoms one by one, trapping them under its massive weights.

The phantom carrying Grimm dropped the headmaster and turned towards the rock slide. With whatever strength they had left, it used telekinesis to toss the rocks to the side even as they flew through the air in their direction, allowing for a small window and path to continue to run. Go! They yelled backwards at their master. Grimm stumbled several more steps before collapsing once more. 

“I cannot...” Grimm collapsed on his back staring up at the darkened skies. “Oh Lucifer, you await me I hope. Forgive this fool,” Blood poured from his mouth as the booming sound of the rocks landed around him and the screams of his people faded into the mixture of noise. Grimm gurgled on the blood, allowing a strange and misplaced series of laughs to escape his throat. “The fires of hell...I feel them...” A rock escaped the clutches of his friends attempted telekinesis and crushed Grimm’s lower half. As if he had felt nothing, the First Phantom only continued to laugh in misplaced confusion. Death crept at him and licked at his vision. “Lucifer...”

Blackness consumed Grimm Daire. The mountains cried and crumbled into heaping piles of debris. 

And the Children of Athoria eternally slept.

[kingjacobofengland-blog]

The Consequence of Chaos || Part One

The Castle of London, England Following The King’s Ask and Anton’s Call To Arms

“I heard that Oblitius Inferno lost their leader,” “He will receive the punishment that he deserves,” Jezebeth sighs, his finger running against the frame of the mirror to clear it of dust. He speaks under his breath next, “Why did I let him stay here for so long…”

Lord Donovan Hayes stands with his hands behind his back, observing his King and giving him the space he needs. 

“What of the she-wolf pack, then?” The King asks. “They were seen passing London earlier this morning,” Donovan says. “Heading towards the call?” “We assume so,”

Jezebeth flexes the fingers of his human skin. He sees the faintest ripple in the mirror as it begins to react to him. He turns to face Donovan.

“You have been incredibly loyal,” “You are my best friend, Jacob,” Donovan does not hesitate to say this. The demon wants to cringe but resists the urge to correct the man, as Jacob is long gone. 

“Do you remember when your father first told you about the supernatural?” Donovan then inquires, stepping forward. “You were so angry that I didn’t tell you first, didn’t speak to me for weeks. I thought for a while that your first sentence as King would be to throw me on the Island of Man,”

They both chuckle at the memory, though Jezebeth has to channel Jacob’s locked away emotions to do so. “You would not have survived a night in that monstrosity,”

Donovan smiles but has a sadness in his eyes that is inexplicable. “This war is pointless,” he says to his majesty. “I know,��� “Athoria needs us more than we need them,” “I know this as well,” “Cutting them off would be easy, but it would not be worth it,” “It’s too late for any of that. Queen Natalia Athor removed our communication, stole our vessels, probably tortured our natives…” “Do we fear supernatural from Athoria on England soil, then?” “No, of course not. There will be some who wish to fight for her and will die for her insanity, but the others will not. England has always been safe,” “There was a time when Athoria was safe, too,” “Athoria consistently remains on the brink of war. Decade after decade, century after century…no matter if a thousand years pass or twenty years, there is no hope left for them,” “What are you saying?” “I am saying that when Natalia burned Collette Markham at the stake, she did not close a door instead...she opened hundreds more. The doors to her insanity, the doors to supernatural revenge and fear, the doors that no other Athor had ever dared to unlock. And for good reason,” Jezebeth walks back to the mirror, his portal to hell and to his Dark Lord. This time, the ripples are electrified and more defined. He hears a small gasp from Donovan behind him and a spew of stuttering words at the sight. 

“Once upon a time Athoria was just a large island out in the ocean. Ships would sail right by it, right through it…it was unseen. Perhaps it was warded by the Nymph siblings that came through its portal for the first time from The Realm of Seven Islands, perhaps the witches of the Bloodstorm Coven shielded the mass of land to continue their...studies,”

“I have never heard of such a tale...” 

“Either way, there was a time when Athoria did not exist to the Earth’s eyes until the day that Vinsor somehow discovered it...” Jezebeth says his name with malice in his voice that could almost be mistaken as jealousy. Donovan is confused, never hearing his King and friend speak of such theories and possibilities. He has read every book in England, has sent people across the seas for research and to find answers to old myths and legends...but never has he discovered anything so strange as to what Jacob is saying. Donovan then steps behind his King and watches as the ripples on the mirror begin to shift into the fiery image of Hell. He swallows hard, only temporarily shook by the strange, magical device that his friend has in his chambers. “What will happen to Athoria now?” Jezebeth reaches inside of the mirror, his entire forearm dipping into the other realm. “My King...” Donovan breathes sharply at the magic, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. When Jezebeth pulls his arm back, he winces in pain. His skin is burned and blistered, and Donovan moves to attend to it immediately. “Jacob, you are hurt! Why did you do that?”

Jezebeth holds up the staff that is now in his hands.

“What is that….” Donovan’s eyes are wide in confusion.

“This,” Jezebeth is breathing heavy as smoke singes from the skin on his arm. He clenches his jaw in pain. "This is what we call an inevitable solution," 

Donovan is trying to extinguish Jezebeth's arm, but the King is attempting to pay it no mind. He is marveling at the staff as if seeing it for the first time. He has not held it since the night The Forsaken arose in Crimson Hill and the witch's sacrifice and power became lodged inside the crystal on top of it. Holding the staff now, Jezebeth can feel its power emanating throughout his vessel. He had placed it in Hell for safe keeping, hoping to not have needed the item so soon. But Natalia...she has ruined everything. Her need for destruction and chaos is unjustifiable. The only way for Jezebeth to keep the outside world safe from the Athor's is to take it all away...

Jezebeth closes his eyes and leans against Donovan, feeling both weak and enchanted from the power of the staff. Donovan is shaking his head. "What are you going to do?" "No, not me my old friend..." Jezebeth snaps his fingers and the door to his chamber opens. He is breathing heavy. From the hallway steps the leader from The Coven of Sol. She is beautiful and the room immediately falls under her command. "This spell has always required the work of a Montgomery,"

[guardiansaura-blog]

On the road (Saura & Lailah)

SWP - United We Stand

The call to arms hadn’t surprised Saura even one bit. Her informant in Athoria had sent her as much information as they could, given the circumstances. At war. Never would she have imagined something like this to happen. Part of her had expected it, ever since all of the things in Athoria had happened, but being confronted with the call made it all the more real. Not for a second had she hesitated to follow the King’s summons. For one, she could only imagine what the consequences of not following would be, and what she imagined she didn’t like. Besides, even if there were no downsides to staying out of it, she would have rallied her pack anyway. This was their home; the home she had built up for herself after fleeing from the hell she had been born in. There was no way she’d let it be taken and dyed red in blood.

They weren’t the only ones on the King’s Road. For some time, she had stayed with her pack, leading those who shared her sentiment to the Harbour. The rest had remained in Richmond. She’d never force anyone into fighting, into something like this, but having all of her wolves with her would have helped her feel better about the situation, if only a bit. After some time, she had run forward, shifting into her fastest form to cover more ground. The sooner she arrived, the better. Hours could make the difference between being taken unprepared, by surprise, and being at least somewhat ready.

She doubted one could truly be ready for war, no matter what.

The werewolf stopped in her tracks upon stumbling upon another person. She shifted into a form that allowed speech and stepped closer. “Do you need help?” Saura asked.

[roleplaytipsandadvice]

afterdaltonrp - AfterDaltonRP is a Warbler-centric roleplay set five years after many of the boys would have graduated. Everyone's come together on a new social network page moderated by a past class President, where they can stay up to date on Alumni events and reconnect with old friends and classmates. We accept canon Warblers and male OCs for now - and in the future we hope to open it up to other original characters as well!

childrenofathoria-rp - Children of Athoria has been an established multi-para roleplay since 2012 & are proud to announce the relaunch of our newest plot in Season Five! Athoria is a supernatural medieval based game that follows our young King Nathaniel as he journeys through life in his fathers footsteps. We are opening for our fifth season on March 26th & are currently open for auditions! We are looking for dedicated and unique writers to aid us in plot development & story telling!            

[killian-ravenswood-blog]

Cursed || Part One || 7 Years Ago

“Don’t go in there alone, Killian. Wait until I get back from Leeds. All I need for you is to guard the door and guard the camp. Can you do that, son?”

Sure.

“Don’t ‘sure’ me. I’m serious. Based on the lore of this place, we’ll both need to be prepared. I need you to wait here, protect the camp, guard the door. That’s all,”

Yeah, got it. No big deal.

It was two days at camp before Killian became nervous that something had gone wrong. Normally it wouldn’t have been a concern; Diane Ravenswood was a powerful witch who thrived in the art of manipulation and enhancing abilities, an added pairing that made her near deadly. They separated only sometimes during their treasure hunts, mostly to follow leads regarding the same items, and Killian would send Sofie ahead of him to scout the terrain and roads to keep them out of trouble. A simple trip to Leeds for ingredients would not have taken this long.

Tucked somewhere outside of the Varasova mountains and the Hallowed Oak, Killian and Diane had set up camp outside of a once abandoned quarry shaft that was claimed to be haunted. The entrance had been covered by twisting vines and trees of the expanding Hallowed Oak and only recently discovered by a traveler. Word of this cave reached the Ravenswood library first, as the dynamic duo were known to search the country for these types of adventures. The traveler had sent for them, and when the team got there, Killian paid him heavily with both Athoria coins and special tokens from Miervaldis that he could use at the upcoming fairs and events.

Before leaving, the traveler turned to Killian with a suspicious eye, only addressing the young teenager when his mother was not looking. “I thought it was the wind last night, but I swear I heard something down in that shaft. Sounded like a whisper, tried to get me to go down there. Maybe if I had some sort of magic like you then I’d have gone. But I’m just a simple man, you know, I can’t really defend myself from the mysteries of these types of caves,”

Diane lit the fire and set up her tarp and supplies, but quickly realized that the herbs she had brought had dried out unexpectedly, and she’d need to go into Leeds to fetch more. “It’s only a day's ride west. Stay here, guard the door. Can you do that, Killian?”

A daunting breeze flowed from the busted cracks of the door to the shaft, and its stench was so powerful that it made Killian retract in disgust. He covered his nose from the smell but relentlessly stepped towards the door unafraid. To his dismay, a smoky substance emerged from the shaft in hues of dark grey. Ever curious, Killian opened the door, ignoring the hectic creak that should have proved as warning. But when he did, the whispers stopped, the smoke retreated back into the blackness of the downward shaft as if he had been sucked in. And all was silent.

“Well that’s not terrifying at all…”

Killian made several clicks with his tongue to signal for Sofie, wherever she may be she would hear. Killian warded the small camp area with a heavy fog, an illusion just in case anyone were to walk by. His wand was at the ready now, and the glass crystal at the end of it ignited in beautiful arrays of multi colored hues at his command, offering him easy light. He knew he should wait for his mother as she commanded, but something told him that whatever he found, whatever was down there, was not for her. He could handle it. He’d prove it to her.

As he entered the shaft that immediately descended downwards, the rickety door slammed shut behind him.

[richgoranski]

Hello! Can we have a shoutout? Children of Athoria has been an established multi-para roleplay since 2012 & are proud to announce the relaunch of our newest plot in Season Five! Athoria is a supernatural medieval based game that follows our young King Nathaniel as he journeys through life in his fathers footsteps. We are opening for our fifth season on March 26th & are currently open for auditions! We are looking for dedicated and unique writers to aid us in plot development & story telling!

[athoriaevents]

Citizens from far and wide sought victory and fought for glory.

Where: Dragon’s Lair, Athorian Region When: July 2nd - July 31st

The King of Athoria is welcoming all people of the country to participate in the annual Fighting & Games Tournament in Dragon’s Lair! Nathaniel sends his finest vessels and carriages into the country with hopes of gathering the winner of these events, as the King’s Road floods with visitors from afar. Dragon’s Lair is anticipated to host over a thousand citizens and accurate preparation has been made. The taverns and inns of Dragos open, tents and vendors spring to life among the fertile fields in order to accommodate all who wish to participate. 

Nathaniel encourages his friends to bring wares for the market and to set up shop during these events.The Fighting & Games Tournament will consist of several games, all taking place in Dragon’s Lair. Fighters may bring their own weapons if they choose. The winner of each event will advance to the next round of events, which will then advance to the grand winner. This is not only a weapons competition but a test of wit and smarts. Enjoy drinking games and other party favors scattered around the city. Nathaniel hopes to crown the victor of this tournament as someone who is well-rounded in all areas of the competition.

FIRST PRIZE: a choice between one of three large, beautifully sculpted treasure chests, each containing a hefty amount of gold Athorian coins plus a very rare and unique item that can be used in-game. Winner will be allowed to pick from one of the King’s finest stallions. Title of Greatest Competitor in Athoria will be awarded, allowing them stays at the castle upon request during their travels, as well as sitting besides the King at the Winner’s Feast following the tournament. 

SECOND PRIZE: a choice between one of three smaller chests, each containing a fair amount of Athorian coin plus a somewhat rare and unique item that can be used in-game.

THIRD PRIZE: a choice between one of three small boxes, each containing a smaller amount of Athorian coin plus a piece of jewelry.

How The Competition Works:

Each participant will choose one game from each list of events, starting with the Sporting Competition. After winning they will advance to the Gaming Competition, where a chosen event is picked as well. And finally to the Weapons Competition. When there are two players that remain standing after the weapons competition, they will both participate in the Final Competition against one another and the winner will be named the victor.

Please note: King Nathaniel has assigned his mage councils from Miervaldis to aid in the competition in forms of judging and eliminating those that are found to be cheating by use of mental magic. Furthermore, enchanted weapons are not to be used for the weapons competition.

Events:

➤ Sporting Competition:

Jousting

Archery

Arm wrestling

Hammer-Throwing

➤ Gaming Competition:

Darts

Chess

Checkers

Tug-of-War

➤ Weapons Competition:

One-handed + shield

One-handed + one-handed (two small weapons)

Two-handed (one large weapon)

➤ Final Competition:

King’s choice!

Important Information

You may write your characters participating in the events either by thread or self-para, meaning you do not have to necessarily write with another member for each game (this would be time consuming). Please communicate with your admins about how far you plan on advancing your character. You will be responsible for picking your own partners UNLESS you would like the admins to pick for you. Let us know!

King Nathaniel will be available to speak with via ask and will be actively watching and enjoying the games. Queen Athalia, members of the Church, Ol’Milly Athor and other NPC’s will also be at the games so feel free to interact with them.

Characters are able to bring their marketable items to Dragon’s Lair and sell them as vendors. Remember that selling your wares in Athoria requires Athorian Coins and will be taxed. 

For visual inspiration: Dragos, market, shops, tavern, entertainment. Also be sure to visit the SETTINGS AND LIFE page for detailed information on Dragon’s Lair and Dragos. Remember that the city of Dragos has recently been impacted by the receding tide that came early this year in June’s Event.

This is a four day event in Athoria in-game. Each “day” will be a new competition. Use this general timeframe as markers in your character's timeline. It’s important to keep track of where your character is currently in game.

You may advance your character as far as you wish. The winner will be chosen by the admins as threads and self-paras continue to roll out. There is the possibility of doing a “live” event of the final competition, so if you are planning on having your character advance, please keep in touch with admins so we can make plans accordingly.

Make sure you are following the #athoria swp tag on tumblr for updates. Chat about your plots in the #questbuilding channel on Discord.

This event is a little more hefty than other SWP’s we’ve done so far this season so we recommend starting on your self-paras and threads right away. 

[grimm-daire-blog]

Beserker || SWP

Following Temporary Survival & Overflow In reflection to Warpaint

One pigeon from Dr. Liam's coop had survived the sickness from Leeds several nights before. Grimm had no affinity with animals but he touched the bird lovingly. This pigeon wouldn't make it across the sea, not with its little wings. It wouldn't even make it to the next city over without fluttering to the ground. What a waste. Grimm's messengers and couriers were spread out too far across Athoria; he could not get word to Baze and the others in England about what had happened to Leeds or at the council meeting inside the belly of the mountain that Delaina had lead. Already had they begun to march towards Brailston, and soon the castle would follow. Athorians had suffered enough, but it seemed destruction of this country was inevitable. 

Grimm found it funny that supernaturals had always fear war between their clans, between their species. Those days were long gone. Now they fought as one unit.

The followers of Crossing Over had been gathered by Octavius, Grimm’s most trusted friend and teacher. The old man had seen war far more than even Grimm, having been in Athoria during the Franco Athor rebellion, and again during The First Supernatural War. Wars in France and other busy places across the sea had also allowed the immortal to gather more for Grimm’s cause, though now, like his friends in England, they were stuck. Grimm was realizing that without his full army at his disposal then the ghosts and phantoms of Athoria might not be enough to aid Delaina in her own rebellion. Had some fallen ill to Leeds? Had some been vacation in Night Haven when the knights slaughtered the undead children? 

Grimm sat cross-legged in the air in a meditation stance, floating by those phantoms that had remained in Athoria and escaped the clutches of being forced to war. Being invisible had its perks. 

"Let me go, I will fly to England myself," "You would fall the moment your stomach rumbled in hunger," "Fall right towards the fish, at least," "Hmph,"

Grimm would not pretend that he could make it to England on his own either. And he would not ask any of his people in Athoria to do so.

"This is not our fight," he said to the groupings of stranger creatures. Phantoms that respected Grimm did so out of loyalty, but that didn't mean they matched his personality. Most of them had conformed and acclimated into society, became shop-keeps in Brailston or laborers at the Ports, made good coin and continued to train others in Grimm's name. They were quite normal, in fact. Even sitting among the busy trees outside of Brailston cooking at the camp they had stolen from the knights on patrol...they seemed to appear as just a group of bandits treading across the country.

But they were far from it. Grimm had trained them fit to fight besides demons of Seryth, right besides the Prince of Hell. But the majority of demons inside of Athoria had bee sent back to the pit below...or worse.

Lucky.

"But what of the demon king?" "What of him?"There was a small clamor. "Just seems like members overseas should know what is about to happen," "They will fall back if they are smart. As we are," "They aren't cowards, ya know," "This is not our fight," Grimm repeated. His eyes fluttered in dramatics. "I see the result; Athoria lay to waste, England successful. When the dust settles, we will leave here and start anew," “What of Delaina?” “She is very pretty,” The phantoms shook their heads. “Do we fight with her?” “If you want,” Grimm shrugged with a coy smile. “I am, don’t you want to? Wouldn’t it be fun? What treasures wait inside the castle ripe for the taking? We could fight, sure. Or we could become rich instead. This is not our fight, but I will fight. Will you?”

The clamor between them rose and they nodded in agreement. 

“When do we leave?” “Eat up, drink up,” Grimm levitated one of the fallen knights at the camp they had commandeered. He brought the man towards him and when he was close enough, Grimm slit his throat with a knife from inside of his boot. The blood poured from his open neck like a waterfall into a large barrel below. When the man was drained dry, Grimm did so again and again with the others, filling the barrel with crimson liquid. After several bodies, Grimm presented the bloody barrel like a gift to the many of his followers. One by one, the phantoms dipped their tankards inside and took their share. Grimm scooped the last bit from the bottom of the barrel. He held up his tankard to his followers, his voice coming out loud and demanding. “Drink up, my children. The Castle of Athoria awaits us,”

Together and clinking their cups together, the phantoms chugged the human blood in large gulps. One by one, the beserker state swept over them. Growls and hollers escaped their lips. They flung into the air like maniacs, excited and allowing the bloodthirsty state to consume them. Grimm shot into the air as well, the reds of his eyes electrocuting into explosiveness. His laugh was chaotic, and together they flew across the land, terrorizing Brailston as Delaina’s warriors slaughtered the knights below. 

In one night, Brailston turned upside down. And at the end of it all, the rebellion moved forward -- north, towards Queen Natalia.

[biandblerdy]

Hello! Can we have a shoutout? Children of Athoria has been an established multi-para roleplay since 2012 & are proud to announce the relaunch of our newest plot in Season Five! Athoria is a supernatural medieval based game that follows our young King Nathaniel as he journeys through life in his fathers footsteps. We are opening for our fifth season on March 26th & are currently open for auditions! We are looking for dedicated and unique writers to aid us in plot development & story telling!

Here you go!

[billieeilsih]

Hello! Can we have a shoutout? Children of Athoria has been an established multi-para roleplay since 2012 & are proud to announce the relaunch of our newest plot in Season Five! Athoria is a supernatural medieval based game that follows our young King Nathaniel as he journeys through life in his fathers footsteps. We are opening for our fifth season on March 26th & are currently open for auditions! We are looking for dedicated and unique writers to aid us in plot development & story telling!