#corinth.sundered veil

[nikandrosxnothos]

Tagging: @corinthbaystarters​

Location: Caffeine & Caffeine

The storm was getting bad... Progressively worse, in fact. Nikandros looked from inside the restaurant and wondered if he’d be able to leave anytime soon, he wanted to go home, to get back to his dorm, put on some music, and pretend none of this was happening. This weather gave him a bad feeling, and he could feel the hysteria as it quietly grew in the air about him. A ripple of pain jettisoned up from his abdomen and Nikandros could not help but wince, another surge from his thigh, another from his arm, a final rush from his back and the sphinx collapsed to the ground - when he looked up, there was his mother, though her expression lacked the warmth that his memory afforded him. Her eyes were cruel, and the shrillness of the voice that fell from her lips was not one that he knew, and yet, one that Nikandros had always feared. He closed his eyes against his as his stomach rippled with pain again, when he opened them she was gone but someone stood over me, they were speaking, but Nik hadn’t made out what they said. “I’m- I’m okay, just afraid of thunder.” 

[diodorosxvidalis]

Tagging: @oriongriffin​

Location: Diorion Apartment

“I have to find my siblings.” The storm outside bellowed, behind Orion stood the ghastly figure of the vampire that had once ripped his boyfriend apart before his very eyes. From where the healer stood, he could scarcely make out anything apart from the promise of death that fell from the creature’s lips. Diodoros was not some scared little boy, though, he was a Vidalis witch, and he knew this creature for what it was: an eidolon. Thunder boomed loudly outside, and while the scale-like curse quietly spread across his neck, he kept his gaze levelled on Orion. “I can’t stay here, the phones are out, powers down, if they’re trapped somewhere they might need my help.”

[ikarosxtheoinos]

@elademir​

The storm was fierce, his powers were gone, and with every step an eidolon haunted him. Eleni. Her candor was distinct, but only now she was cruel. The vitriol that she spewed at him from his place at the winery had pushed him out into the storm, thunder boomed overhead, and rain poured all around him, so thick that he could scarcely see the ground ahead of him. His fist banged heavily on her door, she’d let him know the address if only so he could send her his things, but they had not spoken, or seen each other since the night of Lucian’s death. Ikaros did not expect anything from this, but the power was out, and the phone lines were down, and he needed to see, he needed to know for sure that she was alright. It was foolish - she was a phoenix, just as Lucian was a vampire, he was arguably the most fragile among them. “El!” Ikaros called out, his fist banged on the door again as thunder boomed behind him. “El, please!”

[micahxwright]

@ptolemasroar​

The now-former-shifters were quick to leave the scene of the crime, and out of familiarity, Micah led Ptolema back to his apartment. He needed to meet up with Toby and Emory - make sure that Ale was okay too, and Rowan, but if the veil was truly down then that meant that Toby didn’t have a lot of time left. It meant that maybe he was dead already. He shook the thought away, he refused to believe that, refused to believe that this was even permanent. Someone-somewhere had to be working on a solution, witches, genasi, rifts, whatever the fuck it took, someone needed to find a way. He needed his magic, Ptolema needed her immortality, Micah needed Toby. 

“We’ll be safe here.” Micah commented, weary for a few moments, she’d looked at the man on the ground as if he was a stranger, and had given him only a vaguely familiar glance before following him here. The body that they ditched was probably dead by now, no doubt already attracting the attention of local law enforcement - Micah could hear sirens, but he had no idea in what direction they were headed. He studied Ptolema for a few moments now that they had time. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

[oneiroixnemesis]

Tagging: @noahkramer​

Location: Corinth Bay Hospital

They were meant to shelter in place, and considering all the chaos going on outside the hospital Nemesis supposed they should consider themselves lucky that they generally worked in the same building as Noah everyday. The power had gone out, and now they were running on backup power, but that was the least of their problems. The spirit’s magic had stopped working, and all about them a multitude of issues seemed to roll over their patients. Worst yet, was the form of Ezio watching them through the window. The werewolf sneered at them wolfishly, and Nemesis screamed as a result, they ran, but everywhere they looked he was there, watching, mocking, reminding the spirit that they did not deserve anything but misfortune and misery. They had been created in fields of blood and violence was the only thing they would ever know - they hid in a janitor’s closet, and tried to will the demon away, but when the door opened, it was Noah that stepped through. “Something’s wrong.” They whispered, and even now they could feel Ezio’s eyes upon them. 

[dantexlykos]

@corinthbaystarters​

Location: Dionysus’s Bar

All his life, from his earliest childhood memories, Dante had had his magic to rely on. Even in his infancy, it had marked him as different from others in his coven: earth where they were almost all water. His magic was an old friend, one he’d always been able to rely on, to turn to. He depended on it so completely, so wholly, now that it was gone he did not know what was left of him. Dante supposed he had a trade, tattooing, artistry, these were things he could fill his time with, but they weren’t anything like what inspired him, what drove him. Asking him to pick up his tools again was no different than asking a painter to pick up the brush after he’d lost his hands, or a poet to transcribe a limerick after his tongue had been pulled from his skull. 

Dante buried his dart in the board, maybe a bit too aggressively, but it hit the mark just the same. His brow deep and unsettled, he wanted his magic back, but the veil had been gone for a couple of days now, and after pouring through ever resource he could think of, he’d come up with nothing. So, Dante had taken the only natural route that came to mind: he was going to get mind-numbingly drunk and throw darts. “You’re up.”

[markusxcamlann]

Tagging: @alarickzaim​

Location: The Embassy

Maybe Markus should have been used to being visited by these fucking spirits, the ghostly visage of his mangled and rotted brother lingered in his periphery. First last year, and then for a month after the Summer when Safiye had besieged him with one of these creatures. But there was no adjusting to the horror they dredged from his mind, no getting used to the manner in which they could flay his soul with words alone. “Are you seeing them too?” Markus asked through gritted teeth, the power had gone out, but the Bussy had taken harder beatings than whatever this storm had conjured.

[virajxsoteira]

Tagging: @kiyokxfujiwara​

Location: Kiyoko’s Home

If the spirits of the dead thought that they could torment him, they were sadly mistaken. The eidolon first appeared as his late father, his late wife, his late son, his late daughter. It appeared as Hektor, as Amalie, as Vince, as Ana, as Maven, and even made attempt with Jamie. They were creatures intended to drive others to madness through grief and guilt, but Viraj felt neither of these things. He found Kiyoko at home, though she was - different - he knew before he even stepped foot inside that something had changed. Her heart was beating. Pain ebbed him forward, his neck hurt, as if it had been broken, but that was the worst of it. “Kiyoko- what” what happened to you? His lip curled, “Who did this to you?”

[atlasxrose]

Tagging: @xander-amyntoros​​

Location: Home sweet home

The storm had rolled in out of nowhere, and shortly after, the power had been taken with it. Just as before, there was an unnatural presence in the air, a magical charge that warned that what befell Corinth now was not a work of nature but someone who held a malicious intent. “Can you get the candles?!” Atlas called out as their home suddenly went dark and the fury wrapped the blanket that was draped over his shoulders tighter around himself, a loud clap of thunder boomed overhead and the sound that Kyon made under the table was absolutely pitiful. He stood now and crossed the room towards where their dog cowered and bent down to reach for him, only seeing then that the scale-like scar on the back of his hand carried a resurgence, the curse had returned. The sight of it made Atlas recoil for a moment, the floor behind him creaked as rain beat heavy on the roof above, “Xander -?” Atlas called again, this time though his voice was less certain.

[mylesxdelian]

Tagging: @vclkyric​

Location: Apollo’s Temple, outside Apep’s ritual site. 

Like some of the others, Hyacinth had been here since the start of the storm, a blade gifted to him from Apollo at his waist. Heavy eyes remained fixed upon the city, he knew that those who wished to preserve the veil would come to defend it soon, it was only a matter of time now. The Spartan felt an approach and stiffened as a result as his hand fell to the hilt of his blade, he relaxed only when Valkyrie came into view. “Did you encounter any of the others along the way?” 

[emrexbasak]

Tagging: @safiyebasak​

Location: Pandora’s Lore

The pessimist wondered if this was his last chance to bid his sister a proper farewell, his magic was gone, and there was no way through this storm except to manage it. Dogged at every step by the incessant voice of his father, pushing him, reminding him of how profoundly he had failed their family. All their hopes for the future rested on his shoulders and now his shoulders were rotting below the earth. He kept his features still as he pushed through the rain, all while the storm boomed fiercely overhead. “Saf?” Emre called out as he stood in the doorway of her shop, dripping from the weather outside, he could sense nothing, there was no magic in his veins, no return of the call when he searched for her presence. “Saf?!” He called again, this time though his worried voice betrayed him. 

[corinthbayrpg]

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!

[ikarosxtheoinos]

Tagging: @camilledelacroix​

Location: Hypnos

El was determined to find Lucian, just as he was determined to find Ari - but the storm. The storm was getting worse, and Ikaros was without any magic to speak of. He’d been to the winery already, to the house, but there was no sign of his brother anywhere. Lucian at least was a vampire, if anything he was bound to outlast them all in this weather. “I’ll have two of whatever she’s having.” Ikaros said as he saddled a seat over from some blonde who looked vaguely familiar, fuck sobriety, he thought. He always thought better when he was at least a little drunk. “So, come here often? By here I mean the end of the world.” A clap of thunder punctuated his statement. 

[micahxwright]

Tagging: @lucretiarusso​

Location: Somewhere in Corinth

The rain was so thick that Micah could barely see a few feet in front of him, the water pooled and swirled about his ankles, flash floods had taken hold of part of the city, but the shifter was determined to track down Ptolema. A car that should not have been on the roads, just as he probably should have been inside, skid through the street as it hydroplaned and spun towards him, he felt a force collide with his side before the car hit the building behind him. He hit the ground hard, but was otherwise fine, when he looked up he saw Lucretia hovering over him. “-You - you saved me.”

[oneiroixnemesis]

@noahkramer​

There was something to be said about a self-fulfilled prophecy: had the oneiroi never known their fate, would that have changed it? 

The storm parted, Ezio left their side, and when only they were left with Noah as two mortal souls stripped of their magic, it became clear what had happened. The veil was gone, and with it went the tether that kept their soul to this realm, they along with their kind would be pulled back to Nyx. The form that bound them, the magic that sustained them, these things would be gone, and all that would be left was air and fire. They did not remember anything from before their creation, so all they could imagine what awaited them after this was the cruelest of abysses: nothing. 

They did not want to fade away in their apartment, if this was truly their last look of the world, then they wished to see it from the summit. So, they’d dragged Noah along to live out their future exactly as they had envisioned it, in retrospect, it was apparent that the spot where they had proposed was the precise location that the oneiroi had seen in the vision they had bestowed upon Noah. They had thought it was familiar at the time, but truly Nemesis just thought that it had been a weird instant of deja vu. 

Now human, Nemesis’s question about Noah’s soul was at last answered: it was not the quality of being a phoenix that had attracted the spirit, but the quality of the man that the phoenix flame had nested around. 

“I love you.” Nemesis whispered when at last they reached the summit, they were afraid, terrified even, and what was worse was they had no inclination how much time they had left. The oneiroi looked at their hand now and saw that it was completely transparent, so this is death. They thought to themselves, it did not feel how they had imagined it would. “I’m sorry I-” they bit their lip and thought for a moment on what words they could levy against the other that might make this situation feel fair. But it wasn’t, it was cruel, they had lived so many lives, so many years, but they had only truly been happy for a handful of months. Happiness that was all due to Noah. “I failed you.” 

[dantexlykos]

Tagging: @safiyebasak​

Location: Pandora’s Lore

In retrospect the genasi should have asked around before attempting to resurrect an incubus, the burns on his hands had healed and given way to the scales that now stretched across both of his arms, quietly winding towards his neck. The power was out, and phones were down, but unlike others he still had his magic. When he entered Saf’s shop he could feel that her wards had failed alongside her magic, but within the place that doubled as her home the genasi could sense the presence of the currently human woman. Locks could not keep him out, and with a word they were undone, he saw a man, tall, imposing, and blatantly condescending looming over Safiye. Some of the vampire blood that Dante held in reserve was spilled, an incantation in old Norse was recited, and the genasi was dispelled. His brow furrowed as he met Safiye’s gaze, she had never appeared anything but strong to him, but eidolons could shake anybody. “Are you alright?”