fear not the power of darkness.

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You don’t know how long you’ve been in the Ghost Realm. Time seems to unravel here and, with each new terrain that your team explores, a sinking feeling fills your gut. The search for the magestone seems to be a hopeless endeavor. Doubts have begun to fill your mind. 

Does your team even know how to get back?

You think, perhaps it's time to turn around. The odds aren’t in your favor. It’s only time until your rations run out, until your team turns a foul path, and you find yourselves as fresh citizens of this realm. Screw the magestone! 

You turn on your heels— Then, a bright light engulfs you. 

You find yourself atop a castle bridge, the wind howling.  It’s not as shocking as the first warp that you’ve experienced. What is shocking, however, is the increase of familiar faces around you. Your teammates, all of your schoolmates who’ve embarked on this dauntless task, have been gathered here. You stare at each other in astonishment, but the reunion doesn’t last for long. 

“There they are!” You hear a shout from afar. On the other end of the bridge, a squadron of ghost-knights barge in. “Those are the living folk that have been terrorizing our citizens! Arrest them!” The knights begin to charge, everyone has no choice but to run. 

The only exit throws everyone into the castle’s audience chamber. It’s grand, it’s spacious. There’s plenty of routes for people to run, plenty of objects to hide behind, but most noticeably–

“It’s the magestone!” You hear someone gasp. You turn your head around to the end of the hall, where the stone rests caged and atop of a pillar. It gleams beneath the firelight, a beautiful shimmer. You’re about to make a run towards it, but then every door slams open. More troops pile in. They begin to surround everyone— It’s time to think fast!

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The Mirror Chamber, 5:00AM — The Mirror Chamber is a bustling sea of bodies and commotion. The morning sun had yet to dawn before you and your infiltration team were summoned here. A shrill voice is taking roll as drowsy students steadily trickle in. As names are being called, you notice a station of tables to the right. Several students, clad in Octavinelle uniforms, are handing out Mostro Lounge-branded lunch boxes for your mission.  Next to them, another set of students are distributing scrying mirrors to each team. You feel a sense of overwhelm and the reality of events begins to dawn upon you: Today is Infiltration Day. 

In a matter of minutes, you and your team will be sent off to the spirit realm. 

You aren’t the only one who feels unsteady. Restless energy permeates the atmosphere: One student is anxiously practicing his casting skills, another is muttering protection incantations beneath his breath. Tension runs rampant in the atmosphere, but what can be done now? There’s no backing out of the infiltration— You’ve already signed the consent papers. 

Soon, all teams are present in the chamber.

You are all lined up by number, huddled together in groups as you stare at the Dark Mirror. Headmage Crowley stands before the relic, giving a theatrical spiel of how proud he is of his students, and how it pains him to send them out into danger. He reminds each team to use their scrying mirror for communication and to be attentive to their surroundings; there haven't been many– if not, any– individuals who’ve come out of the spirit realm alive! Ten minutes of pep talk later, he ends his speech with one final command: Retrieve the magestone! 

Each team is dispatched into the realm one-by-one. You watch as your peers disappear into the blinding light of the Dark Mirror, and feel your heartbeat erratically as your turn gradually comes. You swallow deeply, closing your eyes as you face the Mirror…. Then, you jump in! 

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by a monochromatic world. You’re taken in awe as you gaze at what lays before you: A beautiful stained glass window. Behind it, a luminous full moon. You feel goosebumps arise as you then tear your gaze away, turning your head to stare at an infinite spiral of staircases and arches. Then, you realize something. 

You are not with your teammates. 

The eyes that meet your gaze belong to students from different teams. As the confusion rises, one of you takes out a scrying mirror…. Only to realize that it doesn’t work. A dreadful silence settles among your new group as you think, now what?

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cw: mentions of earthquakes. 

6:00 — The rumble awakens you. It starts out as a sudden jolt, a tremor that you can feel down to your veins. Your bed quivers. You hear the planes of your window rattle louder, louder, and louder—  You’re nearly thrown off your bed as the tremors magnify.

Something shatters. You hear it explode outside as you clutch your mattress for purchase, as your bed slams against the wall amidst the quakes.You drown within a discombobulating blend of noises as you fight to keep yourself steady– Someone screams from afar. A vase shatters. You’re drowning in overwhelming sensations when another eruption nearly shatters your eardrums, almost deafening you with a sound akin to the clap of thunder. The world drops beneath you. 

A bright, white light blinds you. 

When you open your eyes, your surroundings are still. It’s quiet at Ramshackle Dormitory. You notice a weight upon your chest. You drop your gaze downwards; it stares back at you. The creature possesses an oblong shape. Its beady eyes blink in curiosity as it wiggles its stumpy legs. Most fascinating of all, you come to realize, this creature looks exactly like you. 

It's a tsum tsum. It’s come to take over campus, and you’re its first victim.  

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HAPPY APRIL FOOLS! Exclusively for today,tsum tsums have arrived on campus! Feel free to make joke posts about your muse and their adorable, squishy counterparts! As a reminder, all April Fools jokes will not count for activity nor house points. They are also not canon to the story timeline. Regardless,  we encourage members to play around and have fun with jokes today! 

This portion will be covering the Ramshackle Relocation Plot,   dealing with the content previous Headmage Crowley posts. You can find the previous installments here: ONE. TWO. THREE. Please do be sure to be up - to - date with all installments of our plot.

18:00 — A SURPRISE ENCOUNTER. You are only aware of an impromptu assembly as shouts begin to echo through Ramshackle’s decrepit hallways. A collection of students can be heard hollering from the stairway’s base:

“The headmage’s here!”  “All defense teams, gather!” “Time is of the importance, everyone!”

Following the commands are a sea of murmurs from perplexed students, the sounds of fumbling footsteps and creaking floorboards filling the dormitory until all of its residents gather at the lounge. Headmage Crowley, in all of his notoriety, stands as a dour figure alone at the foyer. His canary gaze glows beneath his mask, chin tilted upwards and clawed hands resting atop his cane until all of Ramshackle’s temporary residents have settled. Then, he advances until he stands at the front of the lounge, his gaze somberly combing the crowd. 

He says, he’s come to inform everyone about the truth. Whispers flutter from student to student, silenced only as Crowley clears his throat. The claims that the student union had made were true— The magestone had been stolen and he had been aware of the culprit’s identity from the very start. In fact, he knows where the magestone is located. 

But why would the headmage withhold crucial information? You feel yourself becoming uneasy, as do the rest of the gathered residents of Ramshackle dormitory. The discomfort is noticed by Crowley, who offers a benign smile. He reassures everyone to maintain their belief in him, no matter how little it may be. He has formulated the perfect solution to end the current crisis, after all: 

Every resident of Ramshackle Dormitory will be infiltrating the Ghost Dimension! 

A devastating silence shrouds the students, only shattered by Crowley’s forced laughter. He tells everyone that the true intentions of the defense teams were to prepare everyone for this decision. In a week’s worth of time, the students in Ramshackle dormitory will be infiltrating the ghost dimension and seizing back the campus’ stolen magestone. Before outrage occurs amongst the residents, the Ramshackle ghosts apparate from behind Crowley. They begin to pass brochures to each student, which go further into detail about the headmage’s decision:

The university’s magestone was stolen by an organization of malicious ghosts, who have taken the stone back to their realm. A few straggling ghosts have remained on campus and begun to terrorize the student body, henceforth the supernatural occurrences happening across campus. 

Headmage Crowley has issued a school-wide lockdown, effective immediately. All individuals will not be able to leave nor enter the campus premises until the magestone is retrieved. Security has been increased.

The residents of Ramshackle dormitory, which comprises housewardens, vices, and a promising portion of the university’s top students, were selected to steal back the university’s magestone amidst the crisis. 

Faculty members were unable to embark into the spirit realm, given their obligations to tend to the student body amidst the campus’ state of emergency. The residents of Ramshackle dormitory were– allegedly– chosen as a last-resort. 

The Ramshackle residents will be exempt from major class assignments and/or tests amidst their preparations for infiltrating the ghost dimension. 

16:00 — An amalgam of resentful faces and outraged voices congregates in main street as students from every dormitory rally around the statues of the Great Seven. A projection of Crowley’s portrait, crossed out by a bright, red X, is projected on the sky directly over it— courtesy of Ortho Shroud, who currently hovers above the group. 

From the crowd, Ruggie Bucchi waves at you — as well as any other students passing by — inviting everyone to come closer. As the horde assembled by Ruggie grows, so does the commotion. You spot Sebek Zigvolt playing the part of half-human billboard as wears a full-body sign that reads [ THE END IS NIGH ] and demands the others quiet down and pay attention. 

One voice rises above the others, and the uproar settles.

At the center of the mob is none other than Octavinelle’s housewarden, Azul Ashengrotto, speaking into a megaphone. He claims to have obtained confidential information in regards to the current situation on campus, and insists that Crowley is lying to the students and staff members alike about its magnitude. 

In the middle of his speech, a hooded student wearing sunglasses and a face mask approaches you. Though he doesn’t say a word, he hands you a pamphlet before walking off.

The pamphlet, published by a self-proclaimed “Student Union”, summarizes the recent state of affairs in NRU, and says the following:

Crowley is aware of the identity of the culprit behind the Magestone’s theft, as well as the stone’s current location. However, he has chosen to keep it under wraps and failed to take action despite the school’s state of emergency

Ever since the incident, sightings of hostile specters on campus have increased exponentially, many of which continue to endanger the livelihood of the student body. 

Numerous distortions have started to appear in sporadic intervals around NRU’s perimeter, warping students to sporadic locations around campus. 

A mysterious plague of magical decay is spreading across school grounds, affecting magical plant life. 

The Student Union DEMANDS that Crowley to issue an official statement explaining the current situation at length and take the appropriate measures to guarantee the safety of the student population.  

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This portion will be covering the Ramshackle Relocation Plot,   dealing with the content from the previous Headmage Crowley Post. Please do be sure to be up - to - date with this part of the current plot,  as it it supplementary to this post!

With every - growing tension on the campus,  students have been facing dangerous situations beyond their understanding while trying to go about a rather unorthodox take on winter break.   Trapped on campus,  they have been forced to make due with the small amount of safe lodgings available to them.   Ramshackle not being able to fully fit the standards that they are used to,   as well as the excess that have been forced to live in even worse situations among the rest of the campus.  Leaving their only options to be  excess  tents around the coliseum,  Headmage Crowley has been overwhelmed with waves of complaints about the unsightly conditions students have endured.  

The housing conditions were only the beginning of the unfortunate happenings,  when  rumors  of multiple students going missing started to circulate.  Word traveled faster than the ability to make a proper statement to disprove these  apparent  missing students;  making for a large uproar between the student body.   Between the unfair living conditions and the lack of ability to answer for entire missing persons,   maintaining a cool and calm approach to the situation is becoming less realistic.  

On top of the Magicam - fueled rumors,   students have reported that they have been  attacked  by ghosts on their own campus.  These appear to be unrelated to the ghosts of Ramshackle Dormitory,  the stories being filtered in by different groups of students having varying narratives to pull from.  

Keeping the Night Raven College students of various dormitories within the bounds of a singular building has proven to work  against  them rather than bring them together.   Trying to assess each of the students into teams that would best prepare them for the dangers to come,  Crowley has made updates to the Defense Exam Teams,  so please be sure to check your team.  

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“Hello, students! It gladdens my heart to everyone so spirited to see me this evening, and that you’ve all become friends with one another amidst these troublesome times!” Crowley’s words are met with a stiff silence from the students; the headmage awkwardly clears his throat. “Anyhow! I’ve come to deliver magnificent to you all–!” 

Crowley falls into a suspenseful quiet. Could it be that the mystery of the magestone was finally resolved? Was the headmage beginning to place students back into the respective dormitories?! 

“Everyone currently residing at Ramshackle dormitory has been assigned mandatory defense training!” Disbelief ripples throughout the students, then protests begin to arise.

“Now, now–! Silence! We’ve already assigned everyone their respective training groups, which you shall receive from your professors shortly. The Ramshackle ghosts have generously volunteered to oversee your progress, and a handful of faculty will also be aiding you in your endeavors!” The professors behind Crowley seem shocked by his last words; they weren’t informed about their participation. 

“Your auxiliary training will begin tomorrow, lasting for two weeks. Your training course will specialize in protection against specters and apparitions— and you must not make any mention of this to any student outside of Ramshackle!” The headmage taps his cane against the floorboard as emphasis, “The Ramshackle ghosts will be documenting your progress every Wednesday and Thursday, and I shall make another announcement following the conclusion of the training camp.”

Inquisitive hands rise, yet Crowley doesn’t make the effort to answer. Canary eyes glance down at the floorboard. Even through his mask, it’s obvious that something is troubling the headmage. 

“Now, if you will excuse me–!” Before anyone can protest, Crowley makes his leave. The remaining faculty exchange anxious looks, then order the students of Ramshackle to line up to receive their training pamphlets. Inside their pamphlets, they will find the training schedule, as well as the groups that they’ve been assigned with. 

A feeling of malaise shrouds everyone at Ramshackle. It’s clear that the headmage is withholding crucial information from them,  but what could it be? 

cw emesis

That fire looks weird, right? Jamil and Ilam are pretty sure that they know what normal fire looks like and that definitely isn’t it. They’ve been feeding the flame the way the professors told them to, but it doesn’t look like the bright orange it was at the start.

But they decide it must be nothing and keep feeding the flame until it—pukes? It turns out the flame is maintained by a fire fae, who got sick because it's been overfed. It makes the flame burn a little dimmer and, while the professors don’t punish Jamil and Ilam for doing their job, they are pretty disappointed.

Despite their best efforts, they're not able to help the fae feel better. It pukes on Jamil again before shooing both of them away. Jamil has to walk back to Scarabia in shame, with fae puke all over his clothes.

CAMPUS SAFETY METER.

█████████ 80% 

The altar's candle lays abandoned upon the floorboard of Savanaclaw’s wooden saloon. Its wick has been long burned, the candle now half-melted. A faint glow emits from its core, a warm light amidst the night. Then, it fades into darkness.

Outside, a heavy fog draws upon Night Raven University. A low rumble is heard from the sky. It doesn’t happen again. The altar remains forgotten and without a light. 

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SAVANACLAW DORMITORY : 6:30AM. 

It’s another morning of mandatory spelldrive practice. The spelldrive field is alive with commotion and everyday banter, until a rumble of thunder is heard. Although strange, no one thinks much about it. Practice continues on the same. Then, the sky darkens. 

It happens before anyone is able to comprehend it. A freak storm crashes down upon the dormitory, canceling practice. Thunder and lightning rains from above, crashing into the stadium and sending the students into an uproar. Everyone runs in search of salvation in their dormitory room, but a strike of lightning prevents many from getting there. 

SAVANACLAW has lost a walkway. 

CAMPUS SAFETY METER.

█████████ 90% 

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