#corinth.plot

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You alone are life, and death to distressed mortals, Persephone. You are forever the nourisher, and the death bringer.

With the end of the festival came silence. There was no response from Artemis or Apollo; nothing to signify the twin gods had even noticed that Thargelia had been celebrated in the first place. To many, this was a relief. No news was always good news, and with the issues surrounding the veil previously, many took this as a sigh of relief.

Within the Vidalis estate, however, things were far from quiet. Anastasia Vidalis had remained unmoving for months. Kept alive by an unknown magic, many blamed the veil. She’d used her magic to keep it intact as long as she could, but it hadn’t worked. Now, however, Hektor Soteira stood within the room, a vial of blood within his hand. The next choice he’d make would create a chain of events that even the orchestrator of this could not stop. As soon as Hektor’s blood entered Anastasia’s bloodstream, she woke up. 

Her eyes flashed a shade of grey – and she lifted her hand, staring at it for a few moments. Pushing herself off the table, the woman found a mirror, studying her features before they drifted to Hektor’s. “Did you doubt me?” Gifting herself the power of shapeshifting, her features changing to her true form. Persephone laughed, pulling Hektor in for a kiss. 

“Of course not. Now that I have a body, I can finally get rid of the Olympians, and those who think they could tear down the one thing that’s protecting them.” Persephone’s plan had been simple. How long had she been whispering in Anastasia Vidalis’ ear? It was she who’d told the coven leader the names of the rifts. It was she who had made sure each and every eye would turn to them. They weren’t the true enemies; she was. The silly war on the veil wouldn’t effect her, but the rifts who inhabited Corinth Bay would die first. After all, Persephone was death and decay. Her name had been around before Hades’. She wasn’t just a daughter who was betrayed by Zeus; she was the Queen of the Underworld. Her touch was death, and she would remind everyone why she was to be feared. 

Perhaps Hades would die first, but that was a plan for another day. For now, she’d play the role of Anastasia Vidalis, back from near death. She’d start with the coven, and move into the city with an iron grip. 

It was Thanatos who noticed her disappearance first. As the god of peaceful death, his job was continuous, and he had been fated to shepherd Anastasia’s soul to peace. Now, she was dormant within her own conscious, Persephone having taken over. Thanatos could not touch the Queen of the Underworld, but he could affect witches – after all, Hecate’s loyalty to Persephone was well known throughout the Underworld. Witches who lost their souls and regained their magic would no longer gain their element; they’d gain his. Spirit Witches would make their rise. 

Valkyrie and Nidhögg were preoccupied as well. A ritual that would allow the original wyvern shifter to locate his descendants. His kind had been wiped out, and his blood line had gone dormant. The magic within his descendants would be few and far between. There were only certain families that survived, and when their shapeshifter magic was reignited, they would be the first wyvern shifters in centuries. 

The fear of death has seized the bay city, an effect of Persephone’s overwhelming presence. Nothing feels right, and nothing feels safe. Her powers are not limited by the veil; she is a goddess among mortals, and she was going to ensure they bowed to their queen.

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tldr version; Persephone had a plan all along, and that was to distract from herself by outing the rifts and the veil as the “main enemies.” Well, they weren’t! Tartarus is unlocked, the Titans are stirring, and Persephone wants to control everything she sees.

Anastasia Vidalis is AWAKE. Kind of. Persephone is currently possessing her, but she has the ability to change her form. So to others, she appears as Anastasia Vidalis. She’ll appear as her true form to some people soon...

Thanatos has created spirit witches. Any witch that loses their soul and regains their magic from a phoenix etc will gain spirit abilities. These will be listed on the witches page.

Valkyrie and Nidhögg have unlocked wyvern magic, so if you want your character to change species, they have to be a mortal species. This magic will override whatever they are currently and they can become a wyvern shifter. Xander Amyntoros and Ariston Diakos were the first two to feel a change.

In addition to this, over the next week, new rifts will be released because of Persephone’s interference. They all have targets on their backs, even the ones in play currently,

If we ever add any variants of species or new species, we’ll mostly be focusing on things that allow people to have their character change species. That way no one will feel obligated to make new characters for a new species etc and give everyone more variety.

PS. Persephone’s faceclaim is Gabrielle Union.

Happy death days<3

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While it was often said that Oceanus and Tethys had three thousand daughters, their actual number was incalculable. With the ability to create more, have blessed children with humans, their numbers spread throughout the world. Some that were not created with the scale of a hydra met death, after living thousands of years within the human world. Yet now? Oceanids are hearing their own siren call for the first time since the Golden Age.

With the slumber of the dryads, the oceanids retired to the sea. However, with Scylla’s rebirth, they have found a new purpose in current affairs. They had felt her death, and now they feel her life. They know their maker has the ability to create more of them, and they are ready to join the world they have watched for centuries, no matter how violent the world had become.

As they rise from the ocean, it is Scylla who is there to greet them. Her hydra scales have the ability to fuse with a mortal being’s skin and turn them into a creature of the sea. Their powers are old, yet only barely modified for the present day. There are now ways they can be killed, and the many sons and daughters of the titans now have more to fear than ever.

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Oceanids are now a playable species!

Your character can turn into one by getting a hydra scale from Scylla and performing the ritual to become one.

The character has to be a mortal species, aka not dead or cursed.

You can also bring in a new character that is from the golden age of Greece, like the dryads, or from a time when Scylla was creating them (up to about 1000 years ago).

There are 6 available spots.

This is just a smol thing in prep for more, so keep your eyes peeled! We wanted to give you guys another possible character arc for those looking for new species to turn into!

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Ok i drauminom ek leit sem gegnom ein groman glugg þá helo feigo mennsko sveit, hver sjon ol sin eiginn ugg.

Fenrir’s curse upon the werewolves was a simple side effect. One that the original did not imagine could happen, but it did. A tether to all witches, as ordered by Hel, the Norse goddess. Ordered to help them at their desire, if a witch was to utter the spell passed down through generations. 

Phoenix sought to change this. There would be no tether, and the werewolves would no longer have anyone to answer from but themselves. After summoning his brother’s spirit, trapped in Niflheim, Phoenix learned the ritual and prepared to do it himself. But his actions would also have consequences, ones that would derive down to different species. Witches were being taken from, but werewolves were being changed. The species had been created through this ritual, and now, it was far too widespread for it to be reverted back. 

With the completion of the ritual, Phoenix burst into flames – and the magic was shot through the lineage of Fenrir, and those who had participated. While the coven had been blessed, the genasi were protected. Thanatos had blessed them once with curses, no light magic would touch them. Cubi were always those who took from others. Souls, magic – now, thoughts and memories could be stolen with a simple touch. Werewolves, now freed from the spell that would summon them, had autonomy – and the ability to ignore the spell from a witch with no adverse effects, as well as see the souls of the creatures they came into contact with. Elemental magic from a genasi could not harm them, either. 

Anastasia Vidalis has taken this as an act of deceit; as an act of rage and hatred, misplaced desires that now effected more than just whom the original phoenix thought they would. She has devised her own plans, ideas for the future that she would see come to pass.

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Petrichor has done the ritual with the help of cubi and genasi to break the tether between witches and werewolves. This, of course, affected more than just those species.

Cubi can now read and steal memories from people, or return them if they’re feeling generous. This is done by just a simple touch. 

Werewolves can now see souls, exactly like phoenixes can. They are also unaffected by a genasi’s elemental magic. They are still susceptible to curses and other spells. They no longer have to answer a witch’s call unless they want to.

If you play a werewolf of an incubus/succubus, they will notice the change almost immediately. All of these changes are more detailed on the species page for wolves and cubi. 

This is just a mini plot drop for the species, there will be more in the near future!

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With the speech from Anastasia Vidalis leaving everyone at the party confused and concerned, it didn’t take long before people began to disperse. There was mistrust throughout the supernatural community, and simple confusion as to what drinks the hostess had consumed to make her put on a show like that.

No one was more agitated than Apep, who, nearly complete with the blood of each species, decided it was time to put the final stretch of his plan into motion. Soon, he would summon Hades, the god that gave him the ideas from the Underworld of the Greek Pantheon. They would have their moment, and it would be soon. The Veil would be torn down once and for all, and there would be no one left to stop them.  

Only time would tell if they would succeed.

OOC information:

The event is officially over!

We hope you enjoyed this wildt ride. 

We just ask that no new event starters be posted.

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"Dark veil’d Leto, much invoked queen, twin-bearing Goddess, of a noble mien; hear me, O Goddess, with propitious mind, and end these holy rites, with aspect kind.”

Anastasia lost the love of her life. Katerina, the departed Alpha of the Argos Pack was cruelly murdered by Hektor in the caves below the now-ruined Delphi Hotel. In her grief, she turned to her magic, how could she protect the ones she loved most? How could she save her precious Coven from suffering as she now suffered? The only children she would ever know. The former Oracle called upon the powers of Divination once more and beseeched Hecate for the answer to her query, for once, the Goddess replied: Apaturia. 

It would not be enough to call on the Goddess herself, the Coven would need to use the power of the festival to their advantage, and to call on Leto, patron Goddess of Motherhood, the Titan whose prayers went answered.

On the second night of Apaturia, Anastasia assembled the Delphi Coven within the Temple of Apollo and led them through the ritual that was intended to make offering to the Titan in an effort to gain Leto’s favour; unaware, that under cover of darkness, they were followed. 

Dionysus also wished to have a hand in the witches’ ritual, for the first time since he had summoned his kobaloi to Corinth, he gave them another directive: trick the witches, spill innocent blood. The pair of kobaloi wove their illusions over the witches as they cast their spell, too consumed by her magic, Anastasia did not notice the presence of the stealthy intruders until it was too late.

While she had intended for her coven to make humble offerings indicative of the harvest season, instead the blood of an innocent, Phoibe, spilled onto their alter and with Leto and Hecate’s gaze drawn upon them, instead of their favour, the Delphi instead earned their ire. 

Too late or too indifferent to interfere, the reapers of Corinth arrived just in time to shepherd the lost soul from this world and to the next. They parted with the coin that would allow the innocent to pass over the river Styx and be taken to Elysium. 

The day had officially passed from the twelfth to the thirteenth, and the Goddesses together reached across the veil and used their power to weave a curse across the auspicious day. Tuesday the thirteenth had long been the unluckiest day in the Grecian calendar, and that misfortune would only fester and spread. Each member of the coven was cursed with Mati, an evil eye. But that was not enough, any phoenix who had imparted their luck on another soul would have that luck reversed, and the person who had received the phoenix’s blessing over the last year would also receive the evil eye.

Typically annoyed by his brother’s interference, Ares, too, decided to enter the fray. For so long as the Mati was in effect, his sphinxes would have the answer on how to reverse it, but, this boon did not come without a catch. The sphinxes riddle still needed to be answered, but the answers had turned nonsensical, meaning, there was no true answer, and while the sphinxes of Corinth were at their own discretion on whom they should help, they alone hold the secret on how to lift the Mati.

ooc info/effects: All species. except for rifts, who have come into contact with a phoenix will receive the evil eye, the luck that they were given will be reversed tenfold. This can manifest in vastly different ways - physical illness, psychologically unwell, or an inability to control or use their magic properly. 

Souls are being drawn to the torn veil from all over the world, species that are able to see magic will be able to see the lost souls that are unable to cross over.

Phoenixes: Anyone they come into physical contact with will be given the evil eye. They will be unable to heal anyone as a result without inadvertently causing them great misfortune.

Sphinx: The only species who know how to reverse the evil eye.

Reapers: Were automatically given the evil eye for their involvement and are unable to bring souls to the Underworld. Souls of the dead/spirits will flock to them with nowhere to go.

Kobaloi: Were automatically given the evil eye for their involvement.

Cubi: The evil eye will cause them to lose their ‘natural charm,’ and make them less alluring to others.

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”Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope, and fear, and peace, and strife, In the thread of human life.”

The vast pressure of souls that were unable to cross over put undo pressure on the already tearing veil, Atropos, at last, stepped in. Unhindered by the will of Gods or Titans, she personally shepherded the souls that had built up across the city, though it was not without some cost. 

Irritated by the imbalance of souls that were entering the Underworld, Thanatos once more bewitched his genasi and summoned them to the Temple of Apollo. It was here that he taught them the secret to undoing the Mati. However powerful a curse, it was a curse just the same. Where blood had been spilled, blood fell once more, and at dawn on Sunday, the evil eye was lifted. 

While the coven managed to restore their connection to Hecate and appease the Goddess, they lost any chance of receiving a blessing from Leto. The Mati was not lifted by Hecate, but the reapers were once more able to guide souls of the dead across the veil and to the ferryman, Charon, without the personal aid of Atropos. 

Knowing full well the chaos that could ensue if the humans were allowed to keep all their knowledge of the past week, the Furies ordered their followers to alter the memories of those who had witnessed supernatural events. Instead of a series of freak accidents, they were led to believe that a gas leak caused a small explosion on Agia Paraskevi Street. 

OOC Information:

The event is officially over. You are more than welcome to continue your event threads, but we ask that no new threads begin and any current threads are wrapped up over the next week.

Please feel free to make post event open starters. After 5 have been posted, please respond to at least 3 before posting your own.

Our next acceptance is Tuesday.

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Persephone, Daughter of Zeus, blessed Only begotten, gracious Goddess, receive this good offering, Much honoured, you, overpowered by Pluto, you are beloved and lifegiving, You hold the doors of Hades under the depths of the earth;

You’ve heard whispers. You’ve heard promises. The Cult of Persephone is thriving, and the only ones who stand against them willingly is the Argos Pack. What does it mean to be dedicated to a goddess? They’re here, and they’re ready to continue out their goddess’ plans. 

OOC Note: 

Here is the page on the Cult of Persephone. If you would like your character to be part of the cult, please send us a message to the main, or include it in an application. Thank you!

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“My life, immortal though it be, Is naught!” she cries, “for want of thee, Persephone––Persephone!”

He was Epimetheus, the afterthought. 

Humanity tried to blame Pandora, but it was her husband, the brother of Prometheus, that knew what this evil would unleash upon the world. That Hope would follow closely behind and attempt to aid the struggling humanity when Pandora opened the jar twice. 

She was Demeter, goddess of the harvest, daughter of Titans.

When Persephone was taken, Demeter’s grief caused the earth to become barren, and winter came to be. With her daughter’s cult at its strongest, Demeter could not sit by and wait for both of the cult’s plans to finish. As it may be, she could only disrupt one. If the veil were to fall, her daughter would give up her need for vengeance. 

It was Demeter who gave power to Atalanta within the city, and in turn, she blessed the two remaining originals – Nemea and Phoenix – to fight back against the curses that had rendered them trapped. Nemea, in her lioness form, was given the direction to the caves beneath the hotel. Breaking down stone was simple enough, as she burst through in her anger and glory. 

It was Hektor who was waiting for the original, a knife to Katerina Alanis’ throat. The woman could not be changed, but that had never been the plan for the Alpha, and the knife never the real issue. It had been enough to stall Nemea, even as Hektor’s hand burst through Katerina’s chest with her heart within his palm. The bloodied organ was dropped, Hektor laughing as he escaped from the room. Nemea would give chase, though her hunt would end at the cliffside portion of the city, with the vampire no where to be found. Phoenix was left to deal with the prison itself and those that remained, his healing abilities able to fix the delusions from those who had ingested the tainted vampire blood, and the wounds the others had suffered. Once they exited the hotel, their magic was returned to them. 

The cult members who had taken the blood of the victims were gone, their faces replaced in those that had been taken with that of Hektor’s. When they recalled who was their jailer, it was Hektor– though they remembered the faces of the vampires that had taken them to the hotel. Markus, Ares, and Antony had their anonymity back. Persephone, however, had her single sacrifice. That was all she wanted, after all. Maven Lockwood lay motionless on an alter, the ruins of the temple within the caves serving as consecrated ground, who would awaken hours later with a set of fangs, heartbeat and magic gone. 

Epimetheus had received the taken blood of every different species thanks to the cult. His brother had created the veil to protect his beloved humans, and to protect the supernatural beings they had become. Epimetheus whispered to Pandora on earth that he had what he needed to repair it, and he would tell her what would happen in the near future – and what they had to do to fix it. 

Hades had his own plans. After all, Apep was on earth. With the destruction of the veil, the souls trapped within vampires would come to his underworld, where they belonged. Hades had done his part. He’d supplied a curse that he had taken from Scylla’s very essence, leaving a scar on all those affected by it. He told Apep what Epimetheus was planning, Pandora’s part in it, and what they needed to do. If Apep could bring the blood of every species within the city to Hades – they’d have a weapon of their own.

OOC information under the cut:

That was a lot! Hope you enjoyed it!

For our prisoners: Hektor and other “nameless” vampires were present with them in the caves. Markus, Antony, and Ares were wiped from their minds by Hektor. He can compel any creature, even if your character’s species says they can’t be compelled. 

Katerina Alanis was murdered in front of everyone. Maven Lockwood was also “murdered” by Hektor, successfully changing into a vampire. They all would have witnessed this as well.

Dionysus’ Bar: Those who were within the bar and suffering from the skin disease now have a single scar from where the disease began on their body. 

Hospital: As the water receded and the sprinklers finally went off, the fire department was able to put out the fire. The moment Hektor left the city, those within had their powers returned to them. A mortal character would be suffering from perhaps smoke inhalation or burns. No one saw Ptolema leave.

Police Station: The debris was finally cleared when the rain stopped. Those within would have suffered minor cuts and bruises, but the pain from their old wounds stopped. No one saw Petrichor leave.

If you are playing a fury, they would be busy altering the memories of any humans who might have seen something they shouldn’t have. 

The city will be in disarray for a while, with most of the ancient parts of the city, located closer to the water, would have crumbled. Repairs have already began, and going most places will be difficult for a little bit. 

You’re all free to continue any event threads you would like for the next week of course, just tag them appropriately! After the first three starters are posted, please remember to reply to at least 2 before writing your own. Once there are at least 5 of them on the starter blog, please answer at least 3.

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Shed down a kindly ray from above upon my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul.  – Homeric Hymn to Ares

Ares, son of Hera and Zeus, has always had anger in his heart. It was no secret that he was the least favorite, the most bloodthirsty of all the gods. Even Hera could not curb his desire for war, or his aggression that seemed to rule his life. Dionysus, the son of princess Semele and Zeus, had garnered Hera’s own hatred due to Zeus – but at what cost? It wasn’t Dionysus’ problem, to say the least. The god of pleasure and madness wasn’t built to ensnare himself with the will of the gods. Ares, despite his tactics, found himself enraged by the happenings on earth. Was it worth all this effort that they were putting out? For Artemis and Circe to become so wrapped up in their creations; for Atropos to intervene – why must there always be a side? 

Ares created his own side of the war. Dionysus, following his brother’s lead if only to bother him, also decided this was not worth his time. Being the god of madness, Dionysus wanted to add to the fray – a side that had a choice. He’d never had one, and the punishments carried out by Hera all those centuries ago seemed trivial compared to this. The veil was weakening, it was unstable. If they were going to act, now was the time. The other gods couldn’t control the creatures that they had made so long ago, and if releasing them into Corinth Bay was a disruption? Well, they were going to do it.

With Dionysus at his most powerful during the Carnivale of Corinthia, he released his Kobaloi into the fray. Creatures of madness and trickery, of glamour and magic, they were everything Corinth Bay seemingly wouldn’t need. They had no side, and they had no allegiance, even to Dionysus himself. He wanted the madness and the pleasure, and the freedom, that came without asking his followers to abide by the rules the other gods and goddesses of Olympus had put into place. Ares, deliberately ignoring Hera’s warnings, released his Sphinx into the city. Another creature meant to answer the burning questions that most would have, but not without a price or a wager. Borrowed from an ancient civilization from before them, and a goddess of war, the Sphinx was made anew in recent years, and unleashed back into the world in 1858 after the tear. Now, both the Kobaloi and Sphinx are being summoned to Corinth Bay, to instill madness into the hearts of those who deserve it. 

But it didn’t end there. No, it never would. Hidden under the vengeful and petty acts of Dionysus and Ares was someone else. Or perhaps many others. With a combined power, they sought to harm. Tricks would do nothing but hinder them, it was true pain and madness that they were after. With a whisper of curses and combined power, the strangers gathered at the former temple of Aphrodite, now long forgotten after the parade had filed through it, and called upon the hidden power of the veil, the power that was within their veins. A fog settled in over the bay city, though the Carnivale didn’t consider itself finished. The effects of this fog, however, was dependent upon the species it affected. And this was simply the beginning.

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WOO okay, lots to unpack here.

Dionysus and Ares decided they were over their siblings and their pettiness, so they wanted to fight petty with petty. Kobalos and Sphinx are now playable species. There are 2 spots open for each, any gender.

Someone, or many someones, gathered at the Temple of Aphrodite (where the parade began) and performed a ritual. This ritual has caused an adverse effect on every species. Please read below for the affect it will have on your characters:

Humans are experiencing nightmares and restless sleep.

Vampires feel an insatiable burning in their throat, no matter how much blood they drink, and no matter the type (ex: human, witch etc).

Werewolves are confined to their human form. They are unable to shift despite the desire to do so, causing a general uncomfortableness in their human form.

Shapeshifter’s shifting is very painful, and they have to shift daily to release the pent up pressure inside of them that is making them shift. This also affects the originals, Petrichor and Nemea.

Witches cannot control their magic, both the element and their additional ability. The element will not respond accordingly, and their ability is almost muted.

Genasi dark magic spells cause them immense pain, including the control of their element.

Cubi’s energy is always low, no matter what. They are unable to heal their own wounds without becoming exhausted.

Morgan Hunters are unable to sense vampires. They feel very human and feel exhausted all the time, as well as feeling the pain from over-exerting their bodies during a vampire fight.

Reapers & Phoenixes are currently unaffected. 

We will post an end to the event on May 12th. The Carnivale is still happening, there is a layer of fog throughout the city, day and night, and the new species can be applied for immediately to be accepted during the next acceptance on May 13th.

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Carnivale of Corinthia “Take courage, good...; you have found favour with my heart. I am loud-crying Dionysus whom Cadmus' daughter Semele bare of union with Zeus.”

The Carnival of Corinthia can be traced back centuries. Its history is rooted in ancient pagan rituals that have been connected to Dionysus. Festivities from drinking, dancing, or making costumes have been prominent throughout the ages. This is a yearly festival that takes place to honor the coming of spring by Dionysus. Today, it is used to bring together the different ancient cultures and modern day traditions of the islands to the main cities. 

A parade of dancers in masks and costumes begins at the ancient site of the old temple of Demeter and Kore, on the ancient Acrocorinth where the temple base began, carries on past the ancient temple of Aphrodite, down past the temple of Apollo, and throughout the layers of the bay city before it ends at the port of Corinth. This week long event will include an ongoing festival from dusk till dawn every night, with endless wine supplied by the wineries in the area, food and drink from local bars and restaurants, and endless hours of debauchery with traditional Greek music. The festival draws in tourists from all over Greece, and offers a reprieve from the worries of modern day. 

OOC Information:

Welcome to the Corinth Bay festival!

This event will last from May 1st to May 12th. We will accept on Friday and that will be the last acceptance until May 12th. 

The parade will take place on May 2nd. Your character is more than welcome to dress up and take part.

Every night is just debauchery. There’s wine and music, food from local restaurants. Including the unfortunate Mount Olympus winery. If your character owns a food place, they can have a booth. If your character owns a nightclub or bar, they most likely donated alcohol to the event as well. 

There will be a plot drop mid event with ooc information as well. 

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Hear me, O Death, whose empire unconfin'd extends to mortal tribes of ev'ry kind. On thee, the portion of our time depends, whose absence lengthens life, whose presence ends. – Orphic Hymn to Thanatos

The magic of the blade that had killed Scylla was calling out. To whom, Hudson Redgrave was unsure. Stolen from the Morgan hunter, the genasi had been unable to pull whatever magic lied within the blade. What he could figure out, however, was that it was made from bone. It was ancient, and meant to be wielded by only one person. Someone who perhaps had been able to tap into the power, or instill it into the weapon itself. 

It was Thanatos himself who called upon the genasi – ordering them to the temple of Apollo. To the place where the veil had become weakest, unbeknownst to the citizens of Corinth Bay, and unknown to the five genasi who had arrived at the temple. Ordered by Thanatos, they could not ignore the call. Even if the promise of power hadn’t been enough, who was to deny a god that had shown himself only to a select few? Thanatos had become the harborer of genasi. The powers of necromancy that those whom were severed from Hecate gained their strength from the personification of death. He was their patron deity now, and there was no turning back from the choice they’d made. 

Safiye Başak, Temira Angelos, Damien Alanis, and Maddox Aquino joined Hudson at the temple. Their combined strength would be enough, but the spell was foreign to them. It wasn’t anything that could be taught within moments. Not when the moon was at its highest point, and the veil at the strongest it would be for the night. It was as if Thanatos was in front of the genasi all at once, touching his fingertips to their foreheads as their eyes became clouded. They no longer had control of their own magic. Instead, it was Thanatos pulling the strings. 

It was as if the mountainside had been silenced. There was no sound; not even the sound of birds, or the distant waves crashing against the rocky side of the bay city. Even the genasi were unable to take a breath. The words of the spell were chanted in five voices, in an ancient Greek dialect long forgotten. The blade was placed on the stone where Scylla’s body had been found; the weapon humming as the spell took effect and the power unleashed from its constraints. It was Thanatos who absorbed most of it, but the implosion of power struck each genasi as well. In their last moments of consciousness, it was Thanatos’ voice that filled their heads.

“I promised a gift. A power that no other genasi has held before, and none shall after. You have felt the curse of the Eidolons. You have known their magic. Now, it is yours. An Eidolon at your calling. It will answer to your curse, take the form of your target’s biggest regret, and haunt them for as long as you hold that spell. Use this gift wisely. For you will need more protection in the coming days than you ever have before.”

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The blade was gone. The genasi would wake at dawn, lying on grass that was dead around them, remembering the words that Thanatos had spoken so clearly within their heads. They were unable to remember the spell that had been cast on the weapon, but they knew something more. The curse of the Eidolons in their hands and weaved within their magic.

It was Petrichor and Hypatia who would come to find the blade the next morning. Wrapped in an old cloth that seemed to hold magic as well. It was a simple cloaking spell, and once the original shapeshifters had removed it, they'd have found the blade that had murdered their sister. The note was in an ancient language, one that was familiar to the brother and sister – the language of the gods. Find the witch with the gift of psychometry. She will bring the answers you are looking for.

OOC Information:

This is just a mini plot drop you cool cats and kittens; we will have more soon to come that are on a larger scale!

This is bringing to a head one of our first plot points: the murder of the original shapeshifter, Scylla. The blade that murdered her was one of the only things known to kill an original, and Thanatos called upon the genasi to remove the curse from the blade.

An effect from the spell was the ability to conjure Eidolons. More on that ability can be found on the Genasi’s lore page. 

The blade was then given to Petrichor and Hypatia, who need to find Marisol Reid to learn where the blade has come from. 

If you guys have any questions, please let us know!

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“The fourth time Artemis shot her bow --not long was it ere thou didst shoot at the city of unjust men, those who to one another and those who towards strangers wrought many deeds of sin, forward men, on whom thou wilt impress thy grievous wrath.”

With the Coven of Delphi and the Argos Pack reigning in the destruction caused by the Eidolons, Corinth Bay had remained silent ever since. The struggle beyond the veil was only beginning, and the terror that had been unleashed upon the city was just a taste of what some of the gods had in store for those who had chosen to make the city their battleground. The death of Scylla was hidden from the gods who wanted the veil to remain intact – Artemis and Circe still in anger over the death of the daughter of the sea. It was then that Artemis decided that despite the horror they had wrought, it wasn’t enough to sway the field against the gods who wished to see the veil fall and the supernatural existence be wiped out permanently. 

With Artemis’ summon, Phoenix and Nemea were tasked with creating a form of stability within Corinth Bay, before those gods who were out to destroy the city and those that remained within it could finish their plans. The siblings were at odds, conflicted over the death of their sister, and torn apart by the differences in their opinions at what had gone on over the years. They are, however, united under the fact that Artemis has tasked them to report on what has been happening, from the effects of those who faced Eidolons, and to find those who had been given one of Scylla’s scales. Circe had charmed them, and those who had been “gifted” one are beginning to have night terrors – an after effect of the scales and their proximity to those who held onto it so dearly. 

The original Phoenix had called his own creations forward – those gifted with the same abilities he had. These phoenixes were brought along by their creator to bring hope to the city of Corinth Bay. In a city that had been darkened by so long, Eos let her own powers flow through her favored creation, and the ones he had deemed worthy. Noah Kramer was the soul that was chosen; and blessed with the powers of the phoenix, the human’s life was forever changed, given abilities beyond his comprehension, and a brand new world to discover.

On the other side of this, however, the fates were not so easily toyed with. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos had their own plans. In fact, they were more than ready to watch the supernatural world crumble, and with it, the fate of all the creatures that held on so dearly to their abilities and their immortality. The gods should have never changed the path of creation, and Atropos was ready to put a wrench in the plans of the shapeshifters, and their goddess who thought herself untouchable. Reapers were sent out into the city – the physical manifestations of the crossroads of death and the underworld. Atropos has tasked them with reporting back on those who wish to keep humans safe, and to disrupt any good deed done by the original shapeshifters and their kin. Despite the hope that Eos wishes to bring, the fates have ensured that each immortal creature is now feeling a sense of dread, and those who hold any semblance of magic within their souls are restless and uneasy – a promise that this is only the beginning.

OOC INFORMATION:

Phoenixes and Reapers are now playable species. (The rules apply for these as well, if you want to reserve one, please send in an fc + the species you which to reserve). There are 2 open OC Phoenixes, and 3 open OC Reapers.

Nemea and Phoenix are open for applications. Their skeletons will be posted shortly, along with their abilities. If you have an fc that is not listed, please run it by us and we will see if it is applicable. 

Noah Kramer has been turned into a phoenix. 

If your character has magic in their soul, they are restless and uneasy. Nothing is making sense, and they don’t understand why.

If your character received a green scale from Scylla, they are having night terrors, no matter the species. The scale is cursed, and unless they have figured that out, the terrors will not stop. 

While this is not an event, this is moving the plot forward, and an event will soon be announced as well. It will not be in another month, but in about two weeks in order to give people a chance to either create a new species or make a connection with one, and hopefully have the OG shapeshifter spots filled. 

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The parade far behind, the fog settled in throughout the city – the Carnivale dedicated to Dionysus and an age old tradition finally found its end. The city would spend the next evening cleaning up the city. The lights would come down, the flower trails would be swept away, and all costumes used in the parade the weekend prior would be tucked away to be improved upon for the following year, once Spring was ushered in once more. What wouldn’t stop was the Greek pride and tradition, and the music and sense of hospitality that flowed from Corinth’s residents to those that were strangers.

For the supernatural world, however, their ill side effects from the fog had yet to go away. The gods hadn’t bothered to intervene on their behalf. Perhaps that came as a surprise only to a few, the original shapeshifters that had so much faith that they were favorites – only to be given silence. Their children were in more pain then they were, but there was nothing stopping it. Those who had committed their energy to the city wide spell were letting it linger, sink in deeper than just the physical exhaustion. 

By Friday, the effects would be gone. Perhaps they would ebb the closer they got to the day, or those who are not as strong willed might feel the same effects as they had since it began. Either way, the gods had gone silent. Whether that was because of their own volition or they simply wanted to, only time will tell.

OOC Information:

The event is officially over. You are more than welcome to continue your event threads, we just ask no new ones begin.

Please feel free to make post event open starters. After 5 have been posted, please respond to at least 3 before posting your own.

The species specific effects of the plot drop will effect all characters until 5/15, this Friday. The effects will start to ebb if your character is proactive about it, and will vanish completely on Friday.

We will be accepting tomorrow, and by Friday we will be back on our usual acceptance schedule.

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“Of dreams, O stranger, some are meaningless And idle, and can never be fulfilled. Two portals are there for their shadowy shapes, Of ivory one, and one of horn. The dreams That come through the carved ivory deceive With promises that never are made good; But those which pass the doors of polished horn, And are beheld of men, are ever true.” – Homer

It was the Coven of Delphi who finally received a gift from Hecate – the gatekeeper of the Underworld, the one who controlled the spirits from afar. She was forever on the side of the humans; her beloved coven of witches who had always done what she asked, even when it was less than ideal. Calida Vidalis, Atlas Rose, and the rest of the coven followed the orders of Anastasia Vidalis – bring the Argos Pack to the coven’s sanctuary, and there they would siphon energy from the wolves they had been tied with for centuries to send the Eidolon’s back into the rift. 

Alarick Zaim was not fond of the request, but under orders of his Alpha, he, Nora Zhao, and Lia De la Cruz were summoned to the Coven of Delphi, and with the combined powers of Calida Vidalis and Anastasia Vidalis, they performed the ritual. The herb moly was the one thing that rendered Circe’s power useless against the coven, though while temporary, it was efficient when Atlas Rose maintained its magical use while the women performed the deed of sending the spirits back to where they came. 

OOC INFORMATION:

Short and sweet; Hecate sent a message down to Anastasia Vidalis and the Coven, combined with the efforts of the Argos Pack, were able to send the Eidolons back into the rift.

The wolves from the Argos Pack will most likely feel exhausted for the next few days, as their magical energy was tapped. This won’t ruin their abilities, but it was necessary in order for the coven to perform the ritual. The witches of the coven will also be exhausted. 

The Eidolon’s were pulled back into the rift on Sunday, March 22nd. Their lingering effects on your character, however, is up to you. They’ve been tormented for a little over a week now with haunting visions and faces!

We hope you enjoyed this mess, and catch our next plot drop in April!

Reminder: If, for some reason, you want to rescind your “yes” or “no” from the application about your character changing species, please let us know asap. Otherwise, we will touch base with you before a plot drop to ensure you are still prepared for that. Thank you! Review, give us five stars on Yelp, tell your mom about us – we love you. 

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"...they writhed gasping as Scylla swung them up her cliff and there at her cavern's mouth she bolted them down raw— screaming out, flinging their arms toward me, lost in that mortal struggle."

The storm has finally stopped. The wind and rain battered town of Corinth Bay mostly held up against the onslaught, with debris from the mountain side littering the lower parts of the city. Since most of the houses were remade with stone and concrete after the earthquake, they stayed intact against the powerful gusts of winds that made their way through the narrow passageways of the city.

The ruined temple of Apollo, situated at the top of the hill overlooking the city, remained unusually dry. The few stone pillars that still stood among the ruins were stark and warm to the touch; not a hint of the dampness that would have settled into the stone from the endless rain was felt. It was a vision of this temple combined with a ghastly scream that awoke Atlas Rose the morning of March 13th. The coven of Delphi’s oracle had been plagued all night with a dream that he could not awaken from; a vision of a woman with dark hair and dark eyes walking into the shadows of the Temple of Apollo. She disappeared, and the young witch was left with more questions than answered. The only noticeable features she had were the green scales that trailed up her arms, but every time the witch attempted to remember her features, he found he could not recall them. His only options were to tell the coven – and the chief of police. 

However, not a moment past five thirty in the morning, it was Connor Morgan who found her first. The hunter was a frequent visitor to the quiet temple, situated by itself not far from the town. The first sight of blood had the man pressing forward, until the sight he came across was one that made him call Asher Gaines before he could get much closer to investigating the scene. 

A woman was sprawled out, laying against one of the broken pillars. Blood was spread over the crumbling stones and the dry stone beneath her feet. Her dark hair looked almost like a halo, spread evenly around her head. Her eyes were open and unseeing, the reptilian like irises now a dull green. It was the police chief who had an innate feeling within his chest; Asher knew who this was: Scylla, the mother of all reptilian and water shapeshifter lines. Her arms were covered in glittering green scales, the only other hint to her shifted form. A terrifying Hydra was one thing, but the broken corpse before them was simply a shadow of the creature she was supposed to be. The Morgan hunter was the one who removed the blade from her chest, a jagged thing made of bone that had torn her chest cavity apart. The damage was brutal, and calculated, but messy. 

The news spread not an hour later – the temple was blocked off, all people were to remain as far away from the scene of the crime. Though a sketch of the woman was released to the public in hopes of generating more leads, flashing on every working television in the town. It was one of the first homicides to be broadcast throughout the city in the past few years; things like this didn’t happen in the small Greek city. 

It was then that the features on the screen became familiar to a few who had noticed her the night before. She’d been in Styx Nightclub; moving through the crowd like she had been the one who owned the place. In passing, she’d locked eyes with Antonia Gregor and Ara Mayer – two werewolves, her brother’s descendants. With that look, she shared a piece of the future, contained in their pockets as a small green scale. She was a distant memory in the mind of Kasandra Rosales and Winter Dupont – a brief conversation about the variety of drinks, and a green scale in their pockets before she was gone. 

The last to see her alive were Silas Kyun and Safiye Basak– a flash of dark hair, a smile and a promise of tomorrow as she walked by them down the street, then nothing more but another pair of green scales. It was Clayton Scotts who saw something else that night – someone fleeing down the mountain, not long after midnight, their eyes flashing a brilliant blue before disappearing into the night.

Beyond the veil, however, it was Circe and Artemis who had a reckoning for the town. Their sight had been blocked by the attacker; whoever had murdered their daughter – a creation of Circe’s own magic and tasked by Artemis herself – had been invisible. With no one to stop them, it was Circe who tore the veil open wider, unleashing the ghastly Eidolon’s back into the city of Corinth Bay. The Eidolon’s were tasked with one thing – to find the person responsible. The entire town was susceptible to their pain and suffering; Artemis cared little for who stood in their way. Someone had begun this war, and they were nowhere near finished.

OOC INFORMATION:

Scylla, one of the original shapeshifters, was found murdered in the temple of Apollo.

Artemis and Circe released Eidolon’s into Corinth Bay. An Eidolon is a spirit-image of a living or dead person; a shade or phantom look-alike of the human form – and they’re taking the forms of people that your character has lost, or even murdered. They are not friendly spirits, however, and will do anything to drive their victim mad. 

If your character is a shapeshifter: they would’ve woken up in the middle of the night if they were sleeping by immense pain, or if they were awake, it would’ve felt like an invisible punch to the gut. They will just know exactly what happened, and are unable to explain it. 

If your character has a green scale from Scylla: their memory from March 12th has been tampered with. They remember seeing a woman, but the rest of the day is gone. It feels like a gaping hole in their memory, and the scale is something they have become possessive over in a short amount of time. 

If your character is a genasi: they are able to see everyone’s Eidolons. While this is very concerning, they are also being haunted by their own personal Eidolon.

The Argos Pack and the Coven of Delphi are on high alert. They are looking for a way to send the Eidolon’s back into the rift.

From now until Sunday, March 22nd, your character will be haunted by an Eidolon. Any other species beside a genasi will only see their own personal spirit. Please feel free to write threads about this, self-paras, we can’t wait to read them! We’ll post a follow up and end to the event on the 22nd. 

Please tag all pre-event threads, you do not need to stop any threads that you currently have going on, just tag them appropriately! If you are making a starter for this, please make sure you reply to any event starters posted before yours. 

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Muse, sing in honor of Hermes,  the son of Zeus and Maia, lord of Kyllene,  lord of Arcadia with all its sheep,  bringer of luck, messenger of the gods.

The days following the destruction of the veil were quiet. Perhaps even somber, for some. For others, it was a chance at a new beginning. The damage from the storm was minimal, and the power came on only a few hours after it ended. The supernatural was gone, silenced and extinguished like a dying flame. Creatures, both innocent and not, were reclaimed by the gods and the Underworld. Magic was reclaimed by Zeus, the souls of the creatures sustained by the veil given to Hades and shared with Apep. The Egyptian had reclaimed his own kingdom, and chaos had reigned. 

Many had said that time would heal all wounds. Those who had lost someone would simply get over it, eventually. The gods could no longer interfere or send messages, even to those who still attempted to rekindle the veil. Any hint of magic, however, was nowhere to be found. The rifts had parted ways, either from this world to their own, or to live among humans as the only ones who still had magic. After all, their gifts were direct from the gods, imbedded into their souls.

There was one rift who remained within his home along the edge of the mountain. Daphnis had felt useless during the last stand against Apep, taken down by Hyacinth. Despite this, the rifts who had gotten what they wanted had simply forgotten about him. And about Hermes. Hermes was the messenger, the shepherd of souls. There was no veil that allowed him to travel between worlds. Perhaps he was the only one, now. The only god that could make his way into Corinth Bay. 

If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting, Time after Time.

Daphnis turned off the radio, since the annoying thing just kept turning on. The messenger god had a peculiar sense of humor, using the radio to send messages to his lover still on earth. All too soon, the radio clicked on once more.

I've had the time of my life, No I never felt this way before.

“Can’t you leave well enough alone?” Daphnis turned off the radio again, more annoyed than anything else. So many people were dead, and many others had lost their way. They no longer had purpose, and plenty had died, caught between the veil and its demise. 

So take me away, I don't mind But you better promise me, I'll be back in time Gotta get back in time.

The ring on Daphnis’ hand glowed, the sound of the radio cutting off, the clock no longer ticking from where it rested above the mantle. The air did not even move, and the dust that was floating through the air remained in place, not even stirred as Daphnis got to his feet. 

Hermes stood before him, as human looking as Daphnis. The god’s chiton dusted with the gold from Olympus, since he enjoyed making an entrance. “You know what we have to do, don’t you? And when it’s done, you and I will be back in Elysium. And you won’t ever have to leave again.” 

This is what Daphnis believed. Hermes always had a plan, something that would shake the earth to its corse, surely. But the Fates no longer had a hold on life, everything was their own choice. Their own destiny. “Sometimes seeing is believing, you know,” Daphnis muttered, his gaze meeting Hermes’ as the god simply smiled and vanished. 

The task Daphnis had was not simple, and it was not timely, either. For it was Daphnis who had to get the blood of a blessed animal, the bark of an olive tree, the leaves from the laurels, and the strings of a lyre. Hermes had simply said that maybe they would be useful for some background music if nothing more, and Daphnis had promptly “forgotten” them within his home. His destination was the now crumpled amphitheater, barely noticeable as the stones were now scattered, the oval shape of the then stage completely shattered. 

In the middle, Daphnis began his own ritual. It was a slow process by himself, told to stay quiet as to not alert any other rift. Least of all Apep, or Hades who had nearly taken over Olympia for himself. Hermes, with all his magic, would keep him hidden, for now. It started out as a chant, a prayer, even, that echoed along the cliffs. Time was frivolous, and it was hardly one to do what it was told. And as Daphnis slammed the ring of Hermes onto the blood covered stone, the jewel within it cracking and splitting as yet again time stood still. 

But this ritual was far, far more difficult than the one Apep had attempted. The blood of an animal got Daphnis there, but it would not finish it. And it was too late for Hermes or Daphnis to turn back now. Too late for the messenger god to create a new plan. To mess with time more than he already had would be catastrophic, wouldn’t it? But Cronus ate his own children to get what he wanted, and the life force of another would be the biggest sacrifice of all. 

It happened suddenly, and for a few seconds, the ocean receded into the sea, the sun seemed to rise to the east – until Daphnis let out his last breath. His frame crumpled to the ground, but before it could hit the stone beneath it, Hermes caught him. A life for countless others, still too steep a price to pay to the god. 

But as it was, Daphnis succeeded. Time jumped backwards. It rewound the current events, pushed time back until the moment where Apep tore down the veil. The event proceeded, Apep’s final words of the ritual, the destruction of the veil. Yet, within moments, a patch job was done. A bandaid, of a sorts, that reconstructed the veil. But, messing with time did not come without consequences. 

The larger the tear in the veil, the more the magic surrounding it was messed with, the more difficult it was to control what it had been keeping dormant. The Dryads were awoken, ancient spirits created by Titans that were not meant to wake up. Yet, this world was not without its punishment, as well. Manticores were freed from their prisons within Tartarus – and now, the gates were no longer locked from within. 

For those on earth, magic returned. To them, it was a sudden sense of deja-vu, a whole other time they had lived, engrained in their memories, but no longer their reality. Except for the humans. To them, it was the storm again, nothing else had happened.

No one would forget that the veil had been destroyed. But with the new magic that patched it up once more, a single use reset button – it was already known that Apep could not do the same twice. For it would take something different to tear down the veil again, but what would that be? It was up to the Egyptian to find out. 

There was another forgotten, however. Daphnis’ body had disappeared. The rift was no more, as his soul was now part of the veil, keeping it intact for the lives he had saved. However, Hermes would not forget.

And he would not forgive.

OOC Information under the cut:

In a last ditch attempt to save the supernatural world, Daphnis and Hermes completed a ritual to repair the veil at the most opportune time – moments after it was torn down by Apep.

By allowing Apep to complete the ritual, Daphnis had to give up his soul and the magic within it to patch it up once more. Apep was shoved from the veil at the Temple of Apollo, and is back on earth again.

Anastasia Vidalis, however, has remained in a coma for unknown reasons. The reparation of the veil did not affect her. 

Dryads and Manticores are now playable species. There will be 6 Dryad spots and 4 Manticore spots. 

We have also increased most, if not all, species spots. 

For the species who died: they will reappear at the exact spot they were when they died. They will remember their afterlife, wherever that was, but will be back like the veil never fell. 

For the species (except for humans) that lived: They will remember what they did, what happened etc, but will be pushed back to where they were the moment the veil fell.

For Humans: unfortunately, messing with time came at their expense. They will be pushed back to where they were the moment the veil fell, but they will not remember everything that transpired afterwards. To them, only a few moments will have passed.

The vampires that were turned human by Patroclus in the first plot drop are vampires again: Jamie Price, Rimona Kyun, Kiyoko Fujiwara, and Alejandro Garcia. His magic was too close to the fall of the veil and was reversed by Cronus.

Hudson Redgrave had attempted a genasi ritual during the fall of the veil. Any genasi in the world, including him, who at that moment attempted to conjure Thanatos, has unlocked the fifth and final element created by the veil: spirit. The details will be on the genasi page later today. He is now a spirit genasi.

Again: everything that has happened after the veil fell no longer has. Any character that has died is now alive once more. 

If you have any questions about this, please don’t hesitate to reach out and ask the main. Thanks and we hope you enjoyed this event!