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THE FULL MOON HANGS HIGH OVER THE CAMPGROUNDS, silvery light cast over the neverending festivities down below. anyone under the illusion that the hogsmeade hippogriffs vs diagon dragons charity quidditch game would wrap up in good time and lead to a relaxing night away was sorely mistaken. in spite of the late hour, the celebrations - and for some, the drowning of sorrows - show no sign of stopping anytime soon. the burren is an isolated spot, even without factoring in the huge number of muggle deterrent charms and protective incantations cast over the area for one night only. wix who traveled from overseas or across the country have a rare freedom and are taking full advantage - it's equal parts loud and unruly, and the best fun that many have had since winter came. put enough people in a place and throw in copious amounts of alcohol ( and in a number of cases, something much stronger ) and you'll have trouble, but robed aurors that wander the crowds are quick to combat drunken disputes they happen across which in turn is allowing the more easygoing of partygoers to enjoy their night all the more. expectations were rather low, but the event is running better than anyone could have expected. MURPHY MCNULLY of the wizarding wireless network is one of the unlucky number to have thrown in his lot with the hippogriffs. a schoolyard crush on rolanda hooch blinded him when it came to the bettering slips, and the modest fortune that he lost had been enough to make this grown man cry - quite a bit, actually, until a kind soul pressed a half empty bottle of firewhiskey into his hands and he started the process of acceptance. he's been making his way from tent to tent ( which is, in turn, like moving from party to party ) all night, accepting the kindness of strangers and moving on when their generosity runs dry. it's no wonder the poor guy needs the bathroom, but when the closest porta potty queue looks much too daunting for him and a quick glance around tells him that no one is paying that much mind to him, murphy darts between tents and heads for the edge of the campgrounds. he stumbles over the uneven terrain of the burren, picking his way to a suitable distance and coming to a stop at an ancient, waist high stone wall. the cacophony of music and laughter and all round good cheer hides the sound of a zipper, and murphy tries to sing along to one of the songs he recognises in the din, as he goes - he's so drunk the words run together, but he's having a mighty good time. bladder emptied, he zips himself back up, now humming, and hears a low grumble. his stomach, he thinks. "too full of firewhiskey," he laughs to himself, too drunk to take much notice of the hairs stood up at the back of his neck, "not enough soakage." he turns to go, and there it is again. the telltale grumble. or… he frowns. a growl? he twists back around, and the last thing that murphy mcnully sees before the world turns wet and red is two yellow eyes glinting in the moonlight and the flash of jaws full of huge, pointy teeth. it lunges, and on a nearby hill another wolf lifts their head to the sky to let out a mournful howl, and the pack descends.

TRIGGER WARNINGS for death, injury, animal death, anxiety, assault, blood, body imagery, fire imagery, gore.

the gathered crowds confuse the first screams of abject terror for more joyful rowdiness, only realising the nightmare they have stumbled into when they catch their first glimpse of the wolves that move with inhuman speed - the teeth, the eyes, the stinking, matted fur. worse, still ( if only because the horror of them is so much easier to digest in the moment ) are the hooded figures that begin to pop up from place to place. as if things weren't already bad, the death eaters have arrived. the smart ones apparate without a second thought. MARCUS, at one end of the campground, is gone with a pop before the situation has fully sunken into their alcohol adled mind. others, like the MALFOY'S, rush out of their tents in their nightclothes, disoriented, and take a second to let it all wash over them. they disappear, too, but only after they've grabbed their peacocks.

it really is just VIKTOR'S luck that he would put himself out there and run into one of the more unfortunate cases of deja vu. bleary eyed when he emerges from his tent, he only narrowly avoids the vivid purple spell that sails over his head and collides with a cabinet inside, sending wood splinters and glass scattering and waking DAMARIS from where they dozed. the next curse draws blood when it grazes his arm and he drops to the ground, the same as his unlikely companion who has slid all the way off his couch and thrown their hands protectively over their head, kneeling in the shattered glass. "what the fuck is happening?" they shout, but viktor doesn't know.

ANDIE, holding her crying son in her arms, abandons the fire pit when a misjudged protective spell explodes into the middle of it, sending sparks flying over all that had gathered around. she gets caught up in the sea of wix stampeding in one direction and can't immediately find an opening to get out or a safe space to apparate.

following their immediate instinct to just duck and take cover beneath a closed up, wooden stall ultimately does TEMPEST no good ; they're smart, but the penchant for utter, mindless destruction that the death eaters have trumps that every time. one of the hooded figures hits the wooden structure with expulso, not even to target them but just because it adds to the growing chaos. they only realise someone is cowering underneath it when the now brightly burning, collapsing structure draws a shrill scream from the wix caught below.

throwing up an invisible block in the doorway of their tent the minute that chaos unfolded was definitely a good idea and saves them some initial trouble, but DUDLEY is the first to realise the other sort of danger that they have landed themselves into when smoke starts billowing out from the rooms at the back of the tent. "GINNY-" he starts, wide eyed and taking several steps back, whatever warning he was going to give interrupted by her shout of "fuck!" as she rushes past him, leaving DRACO alone to hold the barrier in place. her cry of aguamenti does little to douse the flames she can only barely see through thick, black smoke. she tries to put them out in vain while it continues to funnel into the tent, stinging their eyes and coating their lungs with every breath, until dudley grabs her upper arm and tugs her away. "it's no use," he tells her, through a cough, "we have to leave." he's right, of course. arms held over their mouths as they return to the front of the tent, a bead of sweat runs down draco's forehead from both rising heat and the pressure of holding the barrier, alone. "ready to go?" he asks them, to no reply ; ginny grabs a hand each, and they disappear with a pop.

assuming that JUSTIN is close at their heels and with ISMENE holding tightly to her hand, ANTIGONE'S only thought is to get back to her van and get her dog. they were among the lucky ones - they hadn't been caught up at the heart of the campgrounds when everything went to hell, and has instead been hanging around the edges of the parties. they were ready to head back and get some sleep, but unwilling to be the first to leave. they are both so full of hope, so close to where they parked in the carpark when antigone turns to glance over her shoulder that it feels so stupid to stop at all, though of course they were always going to when she realises, with a jolt, that justin isn't behind them after all. ismene tries to tug her on as she opens her mouth to shout for him, but everything moves so fast - a furred body launches itself over a ford fiesta and lands heavy on top of them both, jaws snapping, and what comes out of her next is nothing but a wordless scream.

limping from an ankle that he twisted in his haste to get through the panicked crowd, OSKAR meets ELIZA at the flap of her tent and shoves her all the way back in again. "is elena-" with her fingers now knotted up in the sleeve of his shirt, she shakes her head. it's a relief. her husband appears in a doorway with a barely awake ezra holding on tight around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. "is it-" he begins to ask, but oskar interrupts, "it's bad. we have to go." a ground shaking explosion at that exact moment forces them to quicker action, and eliza pulls oskar towards the rest of her family so that when they apparate, they do it together.

( the explosion itself is one of the stronger cases for a person having 'just downright rotten luck' documented, in recent years. GRACE, dragging ASTORIA by her jacket towards the auror detainment tent with the promise that safety awaits, has no way of predicting the freak accident she ultimately involves them both in - she counters spells she sees zipping past with a quick protego, has barely caught a glimpse of a wolf since it all kicked off, is managing, just barely, to keep her cool… but when a powerful reducto from a stranger in the crowd collides with the gas tanks behind an abandoned food truck, the resulting explosion throws EVERYONE in the immediate vicinity backwards with painful force, searing their eyebrows and knocking them out without them ever really understanding what happened, in the first place )

on the other side of the campgrounds, a stupefy collides with the ground at MINETTE'S feet, only narrowly missing her. she lets out a terrified squeak and twists to face the hooded figure that targeted her, throwing a leg lock curse at them without taking the time to properly aim and parrying the spell they throw back at her with a protego. her shield sends it flying into a nearby tent - not the first casualty, not the last - and though it's luckily empty, her distraction in that moment after it hits is all it takes for them to hit her with a body bind. she falls with a strangled sort of yell, and the next sensation her body feels is blistering pain beneath a vengeful crucio.

finally managing to break away from the crowd, ANDIE darts between two tents and turns left, weaving her way through temporary homes. her mind is blank with panic - she knows she should be apparating, but marco's cries in her ear tell her that it's a danger to do so with him so upset and all she's really trying to do, in this moment, is put as much distance between them and the wolves and the wayward spells as possible. of course, she realises she should've just risked it when the wolf jumps into her path, hackles raised, teeth stripped. she jumps so violently that marco lets out another loud cry, and as she starts to back up, the wolf follows. "please…" she sobs, "please don't hurt us…" the wolf, showing understanding, continues forward. "please-" an explosion of blue sparks from an off course spell cascades over them from where it collides with the outside of a tent, and she seizes the momentary distraction to turn on her heel and run.

"oh, merlin-" seeing TEMPEST struggle beneath the weight of the burning, wooden debris of what was once a stall, MARIETTA rushes into action. her aguamenti does little to douse the roaring, magical flames, so she gives up before she wastes too much precious time and just grabs their hands and starts to pull while they use whatever purchase they can find in the ground beneath them to try and help. the debris doesn't want to let go of them, but after a few long moments of desperate pulling, an almighty tug gets them free - their clothes singed, smoking, actually smoldering from the fire that had been licking so dangerously close to them. marietta, for what it's worth, does more than just force them to roll around. she also violently smacks at where the smoke seems most likely to burst into flame with her bare hands, only stopping when she's absolutely sure the danger has passed.

JUSTIN had gotten caught by the crowd. that was all. he had started hot on the heels of the xu's, but the rushing wix had cut him off halfway along the journey. when he tripped, he was forced to his knees. when he got stuck close at the ground, he was stuck there, unable to push himself back to standing or press ahead, forcefully frozen in place by the sea of wix that were so desperate to get away that they don't realise he's even there. he tries, he tries so hard, but when a knee collides with his forehead, his body folds in on itself - leaving him vulnerable to the heavy footfall of a panicked crowd.

she was lucky enough not to experience the last time a quidditch celebration turned deadly, but she's probably heard all about it, by now. CARA is at a distinct disadvantage to everyone else, lost in the crowd and being unable to apparate out - she's heard stories of werewolves, heard the truth about death eaters, but she's not interested in combating either. she just wants to get safe, and when the going gets especially rough… "mum!" she weaves her way through the crowd of wix, screaming so loudly her voice is sure to go hoarse, "mum!"

"PANSY-" is the last word that she hears before the werewolf that suddenly appears in their path leaps and THEO shoves her out of the way with all of his strength. he makes himself the target, though the wolf doesn't care which one of them it crashes into with enough force to send them both flying backwards into the nearest, wooden stall, a mess of both their limbs. pansy's scream of terror catches in her throat as she hits the ground hard enough to see stars, and she fights against every instinct that she has to just lay there and catch her breath to instead scramble for her wand and force herself back up again, blood running cold at the thought that she can only ever be too late. "theo!" she shrieks, rushing to where they have fallen and taking careless aim - it's a gamble of the worst kind, but somehow, her depulso lands true. the werewolf atop him gets thrown away into another stall as pansy throws herself over him in its place, apparating them away before it can get its bearings and come back for them, again.

another spell that seems to have been fired directly at theme explodes in the fireplace that he had been allowing die, and with a loud "fuck this!" DAMARIS is gone. he can't say he doesn't understand, but with a little bit more of an emotional investment in his tent - and temporary home - VIKTOR doesn't immediately follow suit. still crouched low, a hand held over the gushing wound on his arm, he rushes over to douse the fire. glass cracks underfoot. he succeeds, but his relief is short lived, quickly replaced by the cold rushing of blood in his veins when he hears a snapping of jaws from behind him. to his credit, he doesn't take the time to look it in the eye. turning on the spot, viktor disappears the instant before the wolf's body collided with his own - he can still smell their rotting breath when he lands a few miles away, in safety.

"get OFF-" SEAMUS, an arm broken by a stray curse hanging awkwardly at his side, roars. he was almost free of it all. almost out of the danger zone entirely when he stumbles on the most horrifying of scenes - two bloodied figures, strangers to him in the moment, a lone werewolf stood tall and tearing into them. he rushes toward the danger without pausing to think about whether he even should, if they're even still alive, drawing the attention of the wolf. it turns quicker than he thinks possible, but seamus is quick, too - his powerful expulso fueled by pain and fear sends the wolf flying into the night, crashing over the roof of a car, and though he gives it half a breath before he runs towards the XU'S, it doesn't come back again.

CHO, who had already lost sight of her friends before the campgrounds went full chaos, isn't exactly looking for them - she's just trying to get away, same as everyone else. when a wolf lunges from the darkness and sinks their teeth into a strangers leg, she screams as loudly as they do and turns all the way around, running full pelt in the opposite direction. it is sheer chance that she happens on the same path as MINETTE, more of the same that a glance over her shoulder to make sure she isn't being followed results in her running full force into the death eater holding the other under crucio. their concentration is broken when they fall with cho in a tangle of limbs, but in the scrambling that they both do away from one another, the masked figure is quicker. they slash downwards with their wand and pain erupts, stemming from a large wound opened in cho's chest. she falls to her knees and, realising how exposed they now are, the death eater turns heel and runs.

ANDIE trips over a tent peg. it's as simple and as utterly damning as that. she trips and falls with a cry, her ankle throbbing, and marco goes down with her. she doesn't know how long she has, and she still isn't thinking straight. her mind is clouded by terror, ten times worse for the fact that when she tries to get back to her feet, her ankle protests so badly she knows there's no point. "marco, baby, you have to run," she sobs, tears streaming down both their cheeks, "go. please, marco, go-" unfortunately, it isn't her pleading that he listens to. the deep growl of the wolf still in pursuit sends him running, and despite her terror - and the white hot pain that blossoms suddenly from her leg - andie is relieved.

"ginny?!" ARTHUR shouts as loud as he can, pushing his way in the opposite direction of the moving crowd, making his way slowly - but absolutely surely - towards where he knows she pitched her tent. his robes ripped at the knee and sporting a nasty cut over one eye, he's already seen some of the worst of what's happening here but his main priority, as always, is his daughter. he's close enough, now, to spot a flash of red through the crowd. flames, he realises. flames, licking the sky. his heart feels like its going to burst out of his chest as he pushes through the final wall of people between him and his destination and he comes face to face with the stuff of nightmares. "ginny!" his voice cracks with the force of her name, and arthur doesn't hesitate - he charges forward through the opening at the front of the tent, headfirst into the smoke and fire.

meanwhile, on the opposite side of the campgrounds, MARY collides with her daughter. she wraps her arms around her, protectively, and tugs her out of the still rushing crowd into a relatively safe pocket of calm at the edge of the beaten track, between two different stalls. CARA gives a terrified squeak and then relaxes - total trust in total chaos. "mum-" she cries, but mary knows better than most how little time they have in a situation as dire as this and has already ripped her wand from her shaking hand. "mum?" she asks, and mary holds her closer still with one arm, getting a feel for her wand with her other hand. "this is going to hurt," she tells her, solemnly, and then for the first time in twenty five years, mary apparates. for what it's worth, she's right.

since the events of the derby, MARCO'S mother had tried to instill in him the idea that if he ever got lost like that again, he was to look for the nearest auror and stay with them until she came for him. terrified by what he's seen, tonight, he doesn't do it - but in a manner of speaking, he manages it all the same. it isn't an auror that finds him hunched down beneath the wooden counter of an abandoned food stall, but when MIKAELA finally inches her way into a clearing where once stood a now smoldering tent and comes face to face with ARTURO, she does so with the little boy held tightly in her arms.

"thank merlin-" she gasps, breaking into a short run to get to him faster without a single or second thought. he grabs onto them both, a desperate hug that lasts a few moments longer than is wise, in their current situation.

"are you okay?" he asks, and though she gives a nod, he pulls her back and holds her at arms length anyways to check her and marco over, rambling all the while, "you haven't been hurt? where did you find him? you weren't bitten? the death eaters-"

"we have to get out of here, right now-"

"i know. you're right. we can apparate a few miles out, see if anyone's seen and-" there is a brief flash of red, bright as a flare, over his shoulder. arturo's eyes go blank and his body goes slack, stupefied from behind. she cries out as he loses balance, trying her hardest to keep him upright but finding herself entirely unable to support his weight with a quietly sobbing marco still held close to her. he falls and she adjusts the little boy, taking hold of him better with one arm so that she can raise her wand and defend herself against the death eater that targeted arturo, though instead-

a grey wolf, larger than any of the others that she caught a glimpse of in all of this chaos, stalks out of the shadows, one large paw after the other. intelligent, yellow eyes size her up. its lips peel back from its teeth in a vicious, warning growl, and mikaela is glad for the poor lighting - something viscous hangs from its canines, but if it's all over quick enough she'll never have to know exactly what.

"stay back," she tells it, aiming for bossy even as her palms sweat. she could run. she could apparate, even, risk the splinching just to get away - she'd probably make it, and better they're alive sans a finger or two than hold onto them all and be dead, but arturo… he decides everything for her. she holds her wand higher. "i don't want to hurt you," she says, trying to sound every bit as confident and as frightening as niko does when he puts voice to the horrid thoughts inside his head.

the wolf steps forward again, unconvinced. marco buries his head further into the crook of her shoulder.

"it's your last chance."

it leans in. head low. hackles raised. a low grumble comes from deep within its chest. she's seen dogs like it, before, fighting in the street. she knows it's going to lunge, thinks it'll be faster than i can ever be, and then it DOES, and she shouts "avada-"

she knows it'll be close, too close to call, too close to know until one of them hits the ground-

the sickly green of a killing curse lands true, striking the wolf. it drops like a puppet whose strings have been cut into an unceremonious heap, crumpling to the floor as a man, not a beast. his unkempt silver hair is matted. his shrewd eyes unseeing. it wasn't mikaela's curse.

around her, dozens of figures pop into being. aurors and hit wix, the lot of them, hitting the ground running and rushing towards the chaos of elsewhere, their wands held high and at the ready. some of them slow down as they pass the body of the man, their eyes widening in recognition before they shake themselves from their shock and head off to get a hold of the situation. one girl falls to her knees beside arturo to cast the counterspell ; somehow she is able to manage relief when she sees his eyes, fluttering.

mikaela wraps her other arm back around marco, protectively, and turns to face her father. he keeps his wand held in his first when he closes the distance and performs an almost step by step imitation of her reunion from moments before - pulls her close, pushes her back, takes a good, long look at her, over her.

she opens her mouth.

he cuts her off. "i told you."

ROUNDUP OF DAMAGES, INJURIES & FATALITIES :

by the time the aurors and general do gooders have everything under control, again, and the werewolves and death eaters have disappeared into the night, the campground is almost entirely levelled. anyone who didn't grab their belongings before they got out will likely not be able to find them, come morning, be it because their tent was burned to the ground or because the crowd stampeded over them. the death toll starts at ten, but climbs to thirty one as bodies are found and victims succumb to their injuries over the days that immediately follow. curiously, there are no deaths that can be attributed to the killing curse aside from that of FENRIR GREYBACK, who was killed by the minister of magic himself in defense of his daughter.

andie macnair is found by aurors and taken to st mungo's, quickly ; she was seriously injured and will need to spend a few days on a ward to fully recover. the bite to her leg was treated with dittany mixed with silver which has closed it, but she will be cursed with lycanthropy from this point onward.

antigone & ismene xu are in critical condition at st mungo's. if either survive, they will be cursed with lycanthropy.

arthur weasley had already suffered quite serious burns and smoke inhalation by the time he realised the tent was empty and passed out before he could get out - he would've burned to death had he not sent his patronus out and had it spotted by an auror, who dove in and dragged him out. he was taken from the scene and taken to st mungo's where he will need to spend several days, recovering.

arturo de la rosa suffered some minor injury but is mostly shook by the experience.

astoria greengrass suffered serious injury in the explosion that claimed lives and is lucky to be alive. she is removed from the scene and taken to st mungo's where she will have to spend several days to fully recover.

cara macdonald was badly splinched when she was apparated out and will need to seek treatment in st mungo's, though aside from this, she is mostly just shaken.

cho chang suffered serious injury from an unidentified curse that was thrown at her during the chaos and was taken to st mungo's from the scene, where she will have to spend at least the night having copious amounts of dittany applied to the gaping wound.

damaris vector is more shaken, than anything. they suffered a few minor scapes to their hands and knees, but apparated out before it could get any worse.

dudley dursley suffered minor smoke inhalation but got out quick and is more shaken by the experience than anything else.

eliza fawley ( and her husband and son ) are shaken, but unscathed.

ginny weasley (and draco malfoy ) suffered minor smoke inhalation but got out quick and are more shaken by the experience than anything else.

grace moody suffered serious injury in the explosion that claimed lives and is lucky to be alive. she is removed from the scene and taken to st mungo's where she will have to spend several days to fully recover.

justin finch-fletchley suffered serious injury when he was crushed beneath the crowd and is taken from the scene to st mungo's, where he will have to spend several days to fully recover.

marcus flint apparated out immediately and is unscathed.

marietta edgecombe suffered some minor burns to her hands, but is mostly unscathed.

mary macdonald was badly splinched when she apparated out and will need to seek treatment in st mungo's, though aside from this, she is also mostly just shaken.

mikaela karkaroff ( and marco macnair ) are badly shaken but mostly unscathed.

minette merrythought is badly shaken by her time beneath the cruciatus, but can be treated for shock on the scene. she's advised to have a stiff drink when she gets home, to further calm her nerves.

narcissa malfoy ( and her husband, plus a couple peacocks ) apparated out immediately and are unscathed.

oskar catchlove sprained his ankle in the chaos but can have this seen by an on site healer.

pansy parkinson suffered a minor concussion when she hit the ground, but is relatively unscathed. she's lucky that theo was there.

seamus finnigan broke his arm after he was hit by a stray curse, but has his choice ; he can take a shot of skele-gro on the scene and deal with it himself or seek treatment at st mungo's, where he will be fully observed overnight.

tempest clearwater has sustained minor burns, cuts and bruises from the stall that was collapsed on top of them ; they will need to spend a night in st mungo's to be properly treated.

theodore nott is miraculously unbitten but suffered serious cuts and bruising when he crashed into a wooden stall ; he will have to seek treatment in st mungo's and spend at least one night, for observation.

viktor krum was grazed by a ribboning curse and has suffered quite a serious injury to his upper arm. this can be taken care of with an administration of dittany by healers on scene.

OUT OF CHARACTER :

this marks the end of our charity quidditch game event ! no new event based starters should be posted from here on out, but you can feel free to continue any threads you began over the last few weeks and are welcome to transition to the aftermath.

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Happy one year anniversary to the relaunch of Wicked’s Rest! It’s been such a fun, amazing year so far, and we’re so glad all of you here today were willing to take this leap with us and embrace it so enthusiastically! You guys are what make this place as special as it is and we wanted to celebrate you and all the characters you’ve created with a “Founding Day Celebration” in Wicked’s Rest. We have IC and OOC love to share with you all and we hope you join us in the fun.

The time has come once more for the annual Wicked’s Rest Founding Day Celebration! No one's really sure which Founding it's celebrating or who the supposed founders were but everyone's always down for a party. All kinds of activities are popping up around town but most of the action is by the Common.

Food trucks are parked all around the Common and plenty of picnics and outdoor games have popped up. The Peascake Factory has gone all out and brought two trucks. There's plenty of shrimp themed offerings across the board at multiple stands for some reason.

Viva Piñata irl lives on! The piñata's spotted earlier in the week have come out in full force and have been seen gathering together, as if plotting someone's demise. The cute, colorful piñatas have become animated and are hopping around town. Some people are ecstatic to chase them, whack them open, and get all the goodies inside. Others not so much. They might explode all on their own, too, and they aren’t all filled with candy.

There's, of course, plenty of Mysterious Leg merchandise on sale, including miniature replicas of the leg in every color. Someone even made plushies.

Club Cryptid has set up a booth nearby. They have photos of cryptid spottings from around town and are looking for help identifying and naming new ones. They're also offering starter kits for anyone who wants to come join and help them uncover the truth.

Mimes are out and about offering miming lessons. At least that's what we think they're offering. It's so hard to tell with them. Wait, did one just hinge open at the waist? Maybe it's contortionist lessons...

One of the local cults is handing out fliers declaring that Founding Day refers to the day that the the one who slumbers came to rest in this wicked place. Most of the fliers have ended up crumpled in the trash but maybe there's more to it…

As the sun sets, Resters make their way to the Whye River to send off their paper lanterns floating to the sea. During the day, there are stations to decorate them and it has become a town tradition to send off a lantern. Some people send off a hope or a wish for the next year. Others share their fondest memories from the year, hoping that the joy is spread. Some even send messages to lost loved ones with the hope that their lantern guides their way home.

Share your lantern message with an ask to the main! They can be IC or OOC (though it might be good to indicate which) and they can be anonymous or not! Share any memes or memories you've had IC or OOC and anything else from the last year you want to remember

The residents of Wicked’s Rest are what make the town what it is. Sure, they can be a little unusual or off-beat, but that’s what gives the town its charm. Most of the time, Resters accept it for what it is, but there’s one person who wants to know what makes this town tick. Lavinia Cross is on a mission to map the town’s residents and won’t stop until she gets the scoop from each and every person she can.

We threw together a little interview for you to fill out and post in character! You can copy the lead-in text if you like (and even edit it a bit to better suit your needs!!) and post it along with the interview itself! Just make sure you’re answering in character, using both action and dialogue (just like the lead-in!) And of course, this is totally optional!

Interview Prompt:

You were stopped while out and about one day by a woman dressed in clothes that felt inspired by one of those old noir detective films. She asked if you had a few moments to speak to her about recent goings-on in town. You could decline the interview, but your interest was piqued. Did she know something you didn’t? Only one way to find out.

Lavinia Cross introduced herself with a beaming smile, preemptively thanking you for your time. She then peered over the rim of her red cat-eye glasses at you, squinting thoughtfully as she tapped the end of her pen against her lips. “Darling,” she barked in a transatlantic accent fit for the old-timey screen, “I’m going to need you to be brutally honest with me, here. It’s for the greater good! Don’t worry about sounding silly. I’ve heard sillier.” She threw a wink your way and lowered her pen to the notebook in her hand, sucking in a sharp breath before launching into her first question.

“How have you changed since moving to Wicked’s Rest?” Oh. It was a question about you. Maybe she needed to establish a baseline, first? Well, that was fine. Onward with the interview!

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Question 1: If you’re not a lifetime local, what brought you to Wicked’s Rest?

Answer **in character** here!

Question 2: How have you changed since moving to Wicked’s Rest?

Answer **in character** here!

Question 2: If there was one thing you could change about our town, what would it be and why?

Answer **in character** here! etc...

Question 3: What do you think caused the formation of the Serpent's Flat?

Question 4: What do you think happened to Jedidiah Hodge Sr.?

Question 5: Have you heard of the Good Neighbors? Do you believe their claims that the Flat and the Null Impact Crater have something to do with the skyquakes and disappearances?

Question 6: Have you touched the Leg?

Question 7: Will you touch the Leg?

Question 8: Where do you think the sinkholes go?

Question 9: What’s your opinion on the booming stray dog population in town?

Question 10: Are you afraid of the fog?

No celebration would be complete without a soundtrack to go with it! To get the party started, we put together a playlist full of songs that make us think of our favorite town and the place you’ve helped create with us. But we can’t do it alone! We’re sharing the playlist and asking you all to collaborate with us. Add the songs that make you think of Wicked’s Rest and get you in the mood to write so we can enjoy the vibes together!

You can find a link in our discord in the #wickeds-content channel!

NOTE: Please be conscious of triggers when adding songs to the playlist. We know it’s not our typical media so we figured it was worth a reminder. If in doubt, leave it out or send a modmail to check!

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ogdencollegerp · 4 months

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Hello everyone and HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! With the end of the holiday season upon us, it also brings us to the end of the summer vacation for the Ogden students. Thanks to a vote for members, our plot drop to start off the 2023-2024 school year will be JANUARY 7TH. Check back in for more details as we get closer !!!

In addition, in the next few days, a summer task will be posted that I'm calling I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER. The task will include a description of what the muses did over the summer, as well as requiring some....interesting questions to be answered that have to do their motives. AND..... (drumroll please)....... NEW SKELETONS !!! Stay tuned for a drop of two new or revamped skeletons that will be added for the new year.

As always, thank you so much to the amazing members who have allowed this RP to stick around for so long. I'm SO excited to start another year in the Ogden universe with y'all !!!

ADMIN EM

#college rp #dark academia rp #established rp #plot rp #secrets rp #lsrpg #oc rp #skeleton rp #mystery rp

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aureliushq · 8 months

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hello, tags ! we are a hybrid tumblr / discord semi-appless canon and original character roleplay group set in a modern day alternate universe in the wizarding world ! we have a lovely group of very dedicated players, and we would love to welcome some new members into our aurelius family !

below the cut, you'll find our most wanted characters ( but feel free to join with whoever you're drawn to, we will happily welcome you with open arms! )

fleur delacour (we have gabrielle! who is emily alyn lind fc, feel free to use any suitable fc for her sister)

younger twin potter brothers! (we have harry (maxence danet-fauvel fc), the middle child scarlet (ella purnell fc) and oli potter who is our youngest and is a twin, so we’d love his twin to come in!!! fc is felix mallard)

percy weasley (we have fred & george (josha stradowski fcs), ron (cameron monaghan fc), and ginny (abigail cowen fc), we’d love a percy! suggested fcs: harris dickinson, nick robinson, joe alwyn, louis hofmann, george mackay, callum turner, any suitable fc!)

dennis creevey (we have colin, fc must be suitable to be brothers with henrik holm fc)

parvati patil (we have padma!!! must be simone ashley fc)

dean thomas (we have harry, ron, seamus, and almost neville — we’d love to complete our gryffindorm squad!)

children of gideon or fabian prewett (we have most of the weasley kids so we’d love to bring in some cousins for them!)

child (or children) of remus lupin (we have children of james, peter and, remus, and we’d love more marauder squad children!!!)

child of regulus black (this would be very fun and spicy, esp since we are also looking for a child of sirius, so they’d be cousins!)

borgin child (we have a burke, now we need a borgin! see more info here)

astoria greengrass

daphne greengrass

theodore nott

millicent bulstrode

marcus flint

rolf scamander

cho chang (change/alter name if taking)

#hp rp #harry potter rp #rp #fandom rp #oc rp #rpg #hp rpg #harry potter rpg #hp roleplay #hprp #au hp rp #hprpg #established rp

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godsandmonstersrpg · 5 months

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Hi everyone!! I just wanted to hop onto the main today and make a little post saying thank you to all of our members past and present for being a part of this group and helping us make it to the major milestone of being open for one whole year!! That's right today is Gods and Monsters' 1 year mark of being open! A major, major milestone for any group! As of right now, the group at its 1st birthday is sitting at 20 members and 57 characters! We are seeing whole families get filled out, and tons of wonderful connections between our characters forming, something that at this major milestone could not make me happier!! We also have A LOT of fun things coming everyone's way! Including engagements, weddings, betrayals, more secret romances, and a MAJOR MAJOR plot update that is going to shake up our story! If any of this sounds interesting or fun to you, PLEASE send in an app as soon as possible! We would love to have you and any character you can think of! Again, thank you to everyone for helping us reach this major 1-year milestone, and here's to another year of writing over here at Gods and Monsters!

#asoiaf rpg #got rpg #game of thrones rpg #asoiaf rp #game of thrones rp #hotd rpg #period rpg #fantasy rp #got rp #house of the dragon rpg #semi appless roleplay #semi appless rpg #established rp

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fenrirswood-hq · 27 days

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Alright, application count should be up to date now, as are most - though hopefully all - of the pages! Acceptances will be posted throughout the day tomorrow afternoon (CET time), so if you would like to join Fenrir's Wood for its opening, come and send in your app.

We're a Supernatural City rp set in the fictional city of Fenrir's Wood in the United Kingdom.

#lsrp #city rp #oc rp #mystery rp #supernatural rpg #original rp #established rp

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forgedunderfire · 2 years

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“I believe in lovin’ with your whole soul and destroying anything that wants to kill what you love. That’s it. That’s all there is.”

#beth dutton #yellowstone #established rp #rp #writing #yellowstone rp #kelly reilly #rip wheeler #television #crossover #jamie dutton #john dutton #kayce dutton #original rp #canon rp #literate rp

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survivorsfm · 4 months

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our main has a new desktop theme ! the change isn’t that notorious since i kept the color palette and text font, but it’s there and i like it, and hope all of you like it too ! if you see anything not working or you find anything’s hard to read or find for you, let me know so i can see a way to fix it. thank you for your attention, mwah !

#survivors.admin #appless rp #oc rp #mumu rp #active rp #apocalypse rp #mature rp #original rp #established rp #tumblr rp

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unformula1 · 2 months

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love at midnight (MV33/MV1 x Reader)

valentines day series - valentines’ day countdown: -1

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: you and Max attend an event, not for long though. “They’re spending a lot of money on you Max” You comment, chuckling as you do so. Max cocks up an eyebrow and lets out a scoff before stringing together his words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: max verstappen x reader word count: 1329 a/n: i need fic ideas lol. send plz. masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I hate these, you know that.” Max whispers in your ear as you hold his hand and walk toward the room.

“C’mon! They’re celebrating you!” You roll your eyes and let out a soft sigh, “You can’t just no show!”

“Watch me.” Max taunts.

You playfully punch Max��s shoulder as both of you enter the room.

“Media’s going to be all over this…” He rolls his eyes, pulling you in closer.

Everyone is dressed in formal attire, suit and ties and all. They’re all holding wine glasses, making small talk with people around them. The sounds of glass clinking, laughter and swift footsteps by the servers are heard.

The room is all decked out with tables and fancy tablecloth, soft jazz music playing in the background, a giant chandelier and the walls are plastered with fancy artwork or sculptures.

“Just last for a few hours, then we can say I’m tired. Then we can go back.” You whisper to him.

He nods, acknowledging your gameplan.

“Get ready for small talk.” You tell Max as both of you approach another couple.

“Max!” The gentleman says, wrapping his arms around Max and pulling him in for a tight hug. You’re forced to let go of Max as he awkwardly returns the hug.

“You remember me?” The man says.

No.

“Yes! Of course.” Max says, adding a small, pretty forced sounding, laugh.

“I’m so happy for you!” The man says, letting go of his presumed wife’s hands and firmly shaking Max’s hands.

The woman looks at you and flashes a polite smile and you return it. This is very uncomfortable, emphasis on very. She fiddles with her handbag as her presumed husband talks with Max. You tap your foot and look around the room as Max talks with the man.

“So, how are you doing?” The man continues. Max is clearly running out of things to say.

“I’m sorry.” You interject, “Max and I need to go get some drinks.” You smile at the man.

“Ah yes! Enjoy yourselves.” The man says and holds back onto his presumed wife’s hands and walks off.

“That was so much harder than it needed to be.” Max scoffs as you pull him away.

“What a douchebag.” You joke, pulling Max to the drinks section of the room.

The table is laid out with some of the fanciest tablecloths you have ever seen, it’s silky and smooth, but it’s pretty good quality too. You feel the tablecloth as Max pours himself a drink.

“They’re spending a lot of money on you Max” You comment, chuckling as you do so.

Max cocks up an eyebrow and lets out a scoff before stringing together his words.

“I- uh, yea they do.” He replies, flushing slightly pink.

You raise an eyebrow and pour yourself a drink, holding onto it and walking off with Max.

“More small talk!” You point out. Max lets out a sigh and fakes a smile.

“Max!” Another man, who’s with a group of other men, says as he pulls Max in for an awkward hug.

Max lets out a lot of fake laughs in that conversation and even more awkward responses. He’s done this a million times yet he’s still so bad at it. While they talk, you swirl your drink around, taking sips here and there.

The men finally leave Max alone and he lets out a huge sigh, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You laugh at his predicament, patting him on the back.

“Are you laughing at my suffering?” He asks, feigning offence.

“It’s pretty funny…” You chuckle, “and your fake laugh sounds hot.”

“Really-” Max scoffs, “Because it really shouldn’t.”

You pat him on the back and take another sip of your drink.

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A painful hour passes and it’s nearing 11pm at this point. It’s getting tiring for both Max and you. You don’t know how many ‘oh I’m doing great’s you have left in you and how many more times you can awkwardly stand there as people make conversation with Max.

If you were being honest, Max had it worse. His social battery was getting more and more drained by the minute; every conversation he had felt more and more dreadful. His fake laughs were becoming more and more painful to listen to and his brain felt like shutting down at any second.

He let out a very long sigh, followed by a longer groan. He rubbed his forehead and leaned onto you. You made a few unintelligible noises too.

After a while, you yawned as Max finished up another conversation.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Max groans.

“Pretty long apparently.” You joke while adjusting your outfit for the one hundredth time.

He gives you a glance, “You are not funny.”

You smile back at him and he returns a pretty weak one.

“Oh well!” You say, taking his drink and yours, placing them on a spare spot in the table before dragging Max away.

It catches him off guard and he takes a few seconds to process what you’re doing, looking back at the drinks as he walks off.

“What-” He says as you pull him.

“We’re leaving.” You say, politely smiling at the people you walk past.

Max pulls you in closer as he says goodbye to a few important people, using the ‘they’re tired’ excuse.

Both of you walk out the door and take a huge breath of fresh air, walking toward the car park. You open the door and get into the passenger's side. Max looks at you and lets out another groan.

“Really…” He says, dragging the word, “Can’t you drive?”

He pouts adorably. You keep your cool and look back at him emotionlessly.

“Please…” He says, pouting more and dragging the words like a little child.

You fold.

You step out the passengers side, which earns you a small cheer from Max, who quickly gets into the seat before you change your mind. You get into the driver’s seat and start the car.

“Buckle up Maxie.” You say, “You’re the passenger princess now.”

He chuckles at your comment and turns on the radio.

You start the car and drive off toward your apartment. The ride is pretty long and eventually Max falls asleep in the seat. You’re tempted to do something funny to wake him up but you resist.

Eventually the clock strikes midnight and the moon is bright in the dark sky. You drive on the nearly empty roads, the only lights still on being the streetlights.

Max wakes up from his slumber and looks drowsily out the window, “We’re not home yet?”

He whines and leans back into his chair.

“Stop complaining…” You smile and chuckle.

Sometimes Max can be assertive and dominant; then there are other times where he’s comparable to a child. He whines more and kicks his feet out.

“You’re adorable.” You comment which makes his face brighten up and he smiles widely at you.

He plants a kiss on your cheek and gives you a mischievous looking smile. You shake your head while a small smile escapes.

His lips touch your cheek again and they’re ever so perfect. They make your cheeks feel amazing, it makes you feel on cloud nine. Just you and Max.

He takes advantage of the fact that you can’t do much back to him since you’re focused on driving and plants another kiss, this time closer to your neck.

Suddenly, you halt to a stop and pull over, which causes Max to get a little surprised. He glances in your direction as you lean over to kiss him on the forehead. He blushes red and looks away.

Before he knows it, you plant another kiss on his cheek, then another on his neck. His face is burning and you know it.

“Stop. I get it.” He whines.

“Do you not like it?” You pout at him.

“No- I love it.” He says.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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fadetoblackhq · 7 months

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tomorrow marks two solid months of being open, pls excuse me while i squeal!! this is such a milestone, in this crazy world where rps don't last weeks much less months. this, my loves, is a very very big deal! i wish i could say i had something epic and awesome planned, but it kinda sneaked up on me? however! we do have an event planned for next weekend, which deets for will be going up this weekend! so come join and celebrate this milestone with us! we'd love to have you. <3

#rp #wwe rp #aew rp #wrestling rp #established rp

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aurorabayrpg · 2 months

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Hello, anon from earlier! Would Salma Hayek work as an fc for the owner of Tejas Cantina? And, if not, do you or the members of the group have any alternative fc ideas?

oh yes absolutely!!! we love salma and would adore to have her on our dash in any capacity

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noxtms · 26 days

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MUGGLE METEOROLOGISTS MIGHT HAVE PREDICTED A LATE NIGHT DROP IN TEMPERATURE ACROSS THE COUNTRY, but nothing could have prepared the tiny population of carsington for the hopeless chill that descended on them in the earliest hours of the morning. most were, in a sense, lucky ; the ones who turned in a few hours before would shiver in their beds and find their dreams take a more sinister turn, but if they did manage to shake themselves awake, it wouldn't take long for sleep to reclaim them. it was the muggles awake past what was considered reasonable who would be most affected by what they couldn't see. it was these who would pull their dressing gowns closer when their breath came out in little clouds / who would take the chance to peek outside their curtains and watch the fog rolling in, see the unexpected frost that formed on the grass in their well tended gardens / who would find themselves preoccupied by thoughts of devastation that had no place in the comfort and the safety of their homes. in the morning, it would be an easily forgotten, freak weather incident that brought with it a village wide depression. for now…

well, the dementors paid them all very little mind. they were only present to provide a cover to the masked and heavily robed figures that apparated into the town square, one by one - an added security measure, nothing more and nothing else, stationed along the path that these chosen death eaters took through the sleepy village. they did not turn their heads to watch them, as they went, but their presence led them all the way to the abandoned, stately home where their burning rings had told them they were to meet.

floorboards creak underfoot as they make their way to the highest floor and a dreary attic space that was draped with dusty velvets and lit by dozens of taper candles, complete with the antique table and elegant backed chairs that they have come to know so well over their years of service. the location might have changed from meeting to meeting, over the years, but it is a familiar scene, save for the unexpected reappearance of an unmasked figure who stands loftily behind her throne, white knuckle gripping the back of it. her right hand man, rodolphus, returned to his place seated at her side.

it's been two years since bellatrix deigned to appear at these meetings in person, but in all of that time, her presence has been felt as a suffocating weight, regardless. rodolphus has been her most trusted set of eyes and ears through it all, an ever willing mouthpiece putting voice to every thought and every instruction she's ever issued : a priest through which the lord's will is spoken. this arrangement has always been enough, until now.

"it seems that in my absence," long documented, never discussed. her voice is clear as a bell, "some among you have dared to exaggerate your own importance."

nine individuals, their faces hidden from one another by the silver masks that mark them death eaters - not just any, but inner - exchange nervous glances from where they sit around the table. bellatrix's stormy gaze levels with the tenth, the one stood opposite her, face likewise hidden. her lip curls.

"sit," she tells him, a warning shot.

the room holds its breath, though the problem, perhaps, is that he doesn't.

"i am not a dog for you to call to heel, bellatrix," he replies, all silk.

and then, before their lady can say another word, antonin karkaroff commits the most cardinal of sins ; raising his hand to his face and pulling from it the mask that hid his features from view. he stands taller without it. shoulders back. chin held high. he is unafraid. his companions, the seated inner circle handpicked for their years of devoted service and unwavering loyalty, look down.

"if you were, we'd have already taken you out back," rodolphus murmurs dangerously from where he lounges, the pallid hand that his wife puts on his shoulder in that moment stopping him from saying any more. "you forget yourself, antonin," one of the mystery figures whispers like a prayer, a truth that goes ignored.

"my wolves were not for you to command," straight to the meat of it, she goes, her gaze unwavering. "and neither are my soldiers. you do not tell my death eaters where to go, what to do, when to die-"

"fenrir greyback was a rabid beast," he interjects, matter of fact. it isn't hearsay. they all knew it. "a loose cannon. untameable. he is no loss-"

"you had no right! you-" she snaps, but he doesn't stop there.

"i had every right. if i forget myself, then so do you. for two years, you have left rodolphus to oversee a crumbling regime while i, the minister of magic, have done more for introducing our best interests to the community and exerting control than you have since you took over. all you've done is chase meaningless relics and put your trust in a children's fairytale-"

"you insolent cunt-" rodolphus spits. he might've said more - might've risen from his chair, even - if bellatrix had not kept tight hold upon his shoulder while antonin charged ahead.

"after the dark lord fell, you promised us power and yet, i am the one who's gotten the closest to delivering it. i'm a hero. i have the wizengamot eating out of the palm of my hand, and all i had to do was banish a few dementors with the flick of my wrist and serve them greyback's head on a platter. neither of which were difficult."

bellatrix, to her credit, remains a stoic. rodolphus' rage is an obvious thing. barely contained. he holds the edge of the table for good measure, but a muscle twitches in his jaw, fire reflected in his eyes. even the masked circle, a rapt audience, fidget in their chairs. they shift their weight uneasily and look between them both from beneath their eyelashes, unable to tear their gaze away. she, in sharp contrast, is unreadable. one hand remains visible, where it lays. the other - hidden by the back of her chair - wraps tightly around her wand.

the tense silence that follows his words stretches for so long that it becomes downright uncomfortable. and then, with an admirable simplicity, antonin speaks his truth into the world - long felt, never discussed. "you're done, bellatrix. we have no need of you, anymore."

she lifts her chin - an almost imperceptible movement, an almost betrayal of the raging storm inside. she works her jaw for one, long moment, and her voice is ice when she replies, holding tight to the illusion of her power, here : "with all due respect, you do nothing without my say."

antonin, unmoved, continues to speak plain : "since when?"

if it were not for rodolphus and one of the figures sat at antonin's side moving in the same instant that she did, antonin karkaroff's coup would have ended there with her fingernails at his throat. bellatrix, her expression finally splintering into an unfathomable rage, is little more than a blur when she lunges, her wand forgotten. her husband has to be faster and is hard pressed to pull her back, forced to wrap his entire arm around her waist to tear her from her path. the other figure, hidden behind their mask, is ultimately unneeded in a protective capacity but stands in front of antonin anyway… though he is unaffected by her outburst. the others, most of who jumped / pushed their chairs back / even went so far as to stand, also, and move a few steps away, are unsure what to do.

the most surprising thing, of course, wasn't the explosion of her anger. it wasn't the need for intervention or the way that the feral fight goes out of her body the moment that both of her feet are put back on the ground. it's not that she gives up without her taste of blood, though when antonin's lips quirk upwards in a quietly satisfied smirk, she would be forgiven for going for seconds.

it's just how the ragged silence that falls over the room is broken, as bellatrix begins to laugh.

"you'll see," she says around a chuckle, dark eyes manic, "oh, you'll all see."

it's how she keeps laughing until it leaves her system, encircled by her husbands arms.

it's how her sobered declaration of, "and it'll be much too late, when you do," hangs in the air around them.

and it's, how despite everything, when rodolphus leads her towards the door - a stalwart protector recognising when best to fight and when better to live to fight another day - and a masked figure steps protectively in front of antonin again, she manages a smile for him. their protection is unneeded. she leans in as she passes by, teeth bared, voice low, but her words are for him alone.

"don't get too comfortable. minister."

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wickedsrest-rp · 19 days

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The sky is quieter, but that doesn’t mean things are going back to normal. Does a place like Wicked’s Rest even have a normal? No, because even though the daily otherworldly blasts have ceased, there’s new problems cropping up.

Bad omens. Packs of hellhounds are emerging from the woodwork, in numbers far greater than any ranger or slayer can handle alone. Hunters are having to band together to cull these hoofed beasts, and the sudden appearance of so many at once has only ever been a warning of a looming supernatural threat. They’re not the only demonic creatures having a population boom, however—cacodaemons are also arriving on the scene, now only adding to the chaotic confusion that occurs when loved ones start behaving irrationally. Deogen has been straying from its usual haunt around the Wishing Well in Nightfall Grove, and the risk of getting lost in its fog and never making it back out is higher than ever. One thing remains a mystery: where have all the missing people gone?

All of these omens have to be leading to something, don’t they? In this case, there’s reason to suspect they’re harbingers of the enormous, monolithic leg that erupted from the ground, smack in the middle of Wormwoods. Yes, leg. It’s somewhat avian in appearance (or perhaps lizard-like?), being scaled and sporting four long, clawed toes that are so gnarled they almost resemble the branches of a gargantuan, barren tree. Aside from its initial, violent ejection from the ground, the leg has been mostly still. The crowd gathering around it has been anything but, though. Birdwatchers are flocking in from all over the state and beyond to see the leg, adding it to their life list and then checking it off. Wicked’s Rest has, naturally, monetized the leg by setting up a barrier, and charging each person $100 to touch the leg (this, they claim, will help Worm Row’s reputation). Additionally, it has created quite the divide in town: some people want to try and cut it down, to destroy it. Others want to protect it, though it seems like a mixed bag of folks either being terrified of upsetting something powerful, or believing it to be the manifestation of a god that will raise them all from perdition and cleanse the town of evil.

It’s as of yet unclear where the truth lies. But as bad omens continue to pour into the town, there’s little reason to suspect the leg is anything good, and it may in fact be only a preview of things to come.

WHAT ELSE? WELL...

Pieces of rock that look like they came from the Abnormality are jutting out of the ground in the area around the leg. They don’t seem to be encasing anyone like before, but their presence has some people concerned.

The leg has attracted all sorts of birds to perch, from aravo to valravne, and everything in between. This only further entices birdwatchers. There also seems to be a significant presence of various demonic and specter-like entities in the area.

The skyquakes have gotten less frequent, a fact celebrated by pretty much everyone in town. Now they hit about once a week, sometimes less, but the droning does last longer than it did before. The longest one recorded so far was a full three minute stretch, rather than the multiple short bursts. The source remains unknown.

There are dozens of bounties posted in The 3 Daggers for packs of hellhounds (and possibly some black dog variants), all listing different locations where the creatures have been sighted. It’s a good way for hunters to make some extra cash!

Two large sinkholes have opened up in Worm Row and Gatlin Fields. The latter seems to have compromised the structural integrity of the Allgood Death Pit, and has deepened the already-sizable mass grave, spilling remains down into the earth. It has helped with the smell, but no one knows how far down the pit now goes, and most aren’t very keen on going down there to find out.

The sinkhole in Worm Row has claimed a couple blocks worth of apartments that sit very near the Flat itself, and aside from the rubble that still clings to its crumbling edges, seems as deep and dark as the sinkhole in the fields. It’s unclear if the influx of demonic creatures in the town are coming from these sinkholes, but that wouldn’t be a bad guess.

On April 8, there will be a full solar eclipse that will be visible to all in town. Aside from looking awesome, this phenomenon is going to have some far-reaching effects. Supernatural creatures that have an affinity with the sun are going to be feeling especially drained of energy after this eclipse, perhaps even for days or weeks. Conversely, those empowered by the moon will be feeling a little extra pep in their step! Hopefully they can control it. While the eclipse is happening, even those who don’t normally see ghosts or have any connection to the supernatural might be able to peer into another world. Surely no emotional or mental harm can come of that within 4 minutes.

Believers in the supernatural have been warning others to stay inside when the fog rolls in. It’s hard to tell if it’s normal fog, or if it’s Deogen… and really, it isn’t worth the risk of finding out. This has been especially challenging with the increase of stormy and foggy, wet weather.

Some people have been blaming the new sinkholes on the local cryptid known as the Moleman. A figure matching his description has been reported lurking in the nearby alleyways of Worm Row, but that can't be true, right? Either way, it’s probably safest to keep your distance.

The authorities mostly disapprove of the monetization of the leg because no one knows anything about it, and it might be dangerous. That hasn’t stopped people from paying to touch it and others from just climbing over the barriers. If you can get close enough to get a scraping of… whatever the leg is made out of, there’s some speculation of it being a helpful ingredient for alchemical amplification of objects—it does seem to trend towards negative effects, however.

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