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isleofavalon2021-06-07 09:52 am
colchismagecraft) wrote in isleofavalon2021-06-07 09:52 am
Log: Holy Grail War
🧙 WHO: Caster & OPEN (with a couple of closed TLs)
⚔️️ WHAT: Caster's gone on a grief-induced rampage after learning of the death of her lover back home
🕒 WHEN: June 6th, late night
🗺️ WHERE: The Brocéliande woodland
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence, Arson, Kidnapping, Death Threats, Magical Torture, Grief, potential Body Horror (Will add more as they come up)
So here it was...the Witch of Betrayal finally showing her 'true colours' to Avalon. After that network post, Caster readied herself for whatever would come of it- the forest fire providing an ominous backdrop.
Since she'd come to Avalon, so many had told her she was a good person- and now, she was publicly burning it all to the ground.
[ooc notes: TL prompts will be in the comments!
I don't want Caster to get killed, but I'm all for her potentially getting maimed/scarred provided we plot first. If you don't think it's IC for your character to not just murder her, send me a message so we can plot how she can remove herself from the situation/have someone else intervene before it gets that far!
She'll be using her familiar symbiosis to fight and leaning toward making the actual description of that transformation slightly body-horror-y, but if you're not comfortable with that then just give me the heads up and I'll have her already turned when the thread starts.
Darin will have his own TL for rescuing him/fighting his own familiar fusion, which I'll link here when it's up- feel free to tag one or both as you see fit!]
⚔️️ WHAT: Caster's gone on a grief-induced rampage after learning of the death of her lover back home
🕒 WHEN: June 6th, late night
🗺️ WHERE: The Brocéliande woodland
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence, Arson, Kidnapping, Death Threats, Magical Torture, Grief, potential Body Horror (Will add more as they come up)
So here it was...the Witch of Betrayal finally showing her 'true colours' to Avalon. After that network post, Caster readied herself for whatever would come of it- the forest fire providing an ominous backdrop.
Since she'd come to Avalon, so many had told her she was a good person- and now, she was publicly burning it all to the ground.
[ooc notes: TL prompts will be in the comments!
I don't want Caster to get killed, but I'm all for her potentially getting maimed/scarred provided we plot first. If you don't think it's IC for your character to not just murder her, send me a message so we can plot how she can remove herself from the situation/have someone else intervene before it gets that far!
She'll be using her familiar symbiosis to fight and leaning toward making the actual description of that transformation slightly body-horror-y, but if you're not comfortable with that then just give me the heads up and I'll have her already turned when the thread starts.
Darin will have his own TL for rescuing him/fighting his own familiar fusion, which I'll link here when it's up- feel free to tag one or both as you see fit!]
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Well...that was convenient, wasn't it? Perhaps, if she wasn't consumed by grief she'd feel a sense of guilt for manipulating someone who had been helping her like this-
But.
It frustrated her, how he acted like he was some sort of monster when he'd done nothing wrong that she could see. How he relentlessly refused to see the wrong in her. All of it.
...So long as she got her revenge, nothing else mattered.
And so she waited just inside the entrance of the forest, concealing a ritual circle she'd drawn up with twigs and leaves as she started to infuse it with a curse.
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"Caster? Are you there? It's me, Darin! Are you alright?"
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"I think so...but take a look at this. There's strange sigils like this all over the trees here."
Of course, the most obvious path to where she stood would walk Darin right over the ritual circle- one that would bind him in place should he touch it.
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But as he steps forward, he marches directly into the ritual circle. The binding magic takes root instantly and his body locks up. His eyes go wide as the notebook falls from his hands into the dirt at his feet and he stares in alarm.
Fortunately, he can still talk.
"C...Caster. We have a bit of a problem. I'm frozen...!"
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But she didn't let her expression show anything other than concern, as she strengthened it with a subtle twitch of her fingers.
"What- hold on, my Siphon magic might be able to stop it."
Caster crouched down, looking closely at the trees and the ground. How terribly surprised she seemed as she uncovered the edge of the circle.
"...Yes, I think I can do something about this. You're certain you can't move at all?"
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He makes a few grunts. Surprisingly, he manages to twitch some muscles here and there...but beyond that? He's locked in place.
"N...Nothing. Whatever it is, it's got me good..."
"Do you think it's a fey trick?"
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Good.
Caster continued her pretence of studying the circle, before getting up and walking around behind him and crouching down again. That way he wouldn't see what she was doing.
"A fey trick? I wonder about that."
She touched the circle's edge, subtly letting her dark magic start to flow. Now he was trapped... how long would he last, she wondered, before pain would start to take him.
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It was a gradual thing. Like the nerves on his body were slowly being put close to a flame. But all at once, it was if he were consumed by invisible fire, a burning, stinging sensation that permeated to his very core.
"A-AGH!! I-IT'S A TRAP! C-CASTER!! CASTER GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE...B-BEFORE...!"
He struggles in vain, trying to break the hold through sheer will alone. But he doesn't get far until his pained cry echoes through the woods.
"HHRRRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"
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And slowly, slowly, he would feel a small fraction of the pain burning her up inside her- her agonising grief made manifest in the curses that she let soak through him.
With a twist of her wrist, the fog started to work its way toward his eyes...and as she leant up to whisper to him, she let a false sense of fear come into her voice- Each word saturated with her magic.
"Can you feel it? This world is burning, Darin..."
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Hazy eyes clouded in pain and illusions search his surroundings and settle on Caster.
"C..Caster...! You...You need to go. Get out of here...!"
He thrashes in her hold and finally, will drained, starts to succumb.
"I'll...I'll prot...ect...y...you..."
His eyes flutter shut and he falls forward.
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...He had no idea, did he? And even as he was about to pass out, he'd offered to protect her.
Perhaps, in a better state of mind, she would have been touched by the thought. But instead, she dispelled the magic keeping him in place, and set about binding him up to prepare for her broadcast. All the pieces were slowly falling into place.
She would have her vengeance, no matter what she had to do.