Ravenmore

With a shredded unicorn horn, three drips of an owlbear's blood, and one single feather of a witherwings, the liquid inside the cauldron began to bubble, before the smoke bursted in a small firework-like explosion. It took exactly one minute for the event to take place, affecting a particular person, in a particular place. Suddenly they were no more, and there, standing in their place, was someone entirely new.

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TEMPORARY SHIFT (Valid Until 1/21)

Previous FC: RIIZE's Woobin Previous OC: Mahardika Giari Previous Subrace: Antari Previous Status: Master

The heavy wooden doors were swung opened with a loud creak and a quiet thud. The tellers' faces were hidden underneath the hoodies of their ashy gray robes, one could only see a misty blackness should they decided to take a peek. They stood behind the counters in silence, ready to welcome the peculiars with crescents in their bags.

The potion changed color, from bright red to dark green before it settled with its bluish gray. The liquid felt warm against the throat, and the heat moved along into the chest, swirling with a sensation that could only be described as magic. The reflection blurred out in the mirror, as if caught in a glitch, before the figure returned, the mirror now reflecting a different person upon its surface. The potion has once again done its work.

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PERMANENT SHIFT

The potion changed color, from bright red to dark green before it settled with its bluish gray. The liquid felt warm against the throat, and the heat moved along into the chest, swirling with a sensation that could only be described as magic. The reflection blurred out in the mirror, as if caught in a glitch, before the figure returned, the mirror now reflecting a different person upon its surface. The potion has once again done its work.

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PERMANENT SHIFT

The blood-drawn gate of the realm slid open with the entrance. Each further step taken was welcomed with the cool breeze of the place, the scenery clouded with thin mists, and the quiet hustles of its citizens decorating the background from afar. Welcome to Ravenmore.

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ARRIVAL

You eventually arrived at the deck— the place where it says you should go before you take the journey into the secluded island where the Chalet is, and you weren’t alone. There were several other people holding the exact same letter you have in your hand— the invitation. You felt the thrill, knowing you were among the chosen ones. But when you stepped into the ship and the deck became just a tiny speck of light the further you went, a hint of fear entered your mind, unbeknownst of what would happen upon arrival that night.

You were welcomed by the host himself— Caldarus, as it says in the letter. He told everyone that, for safety reasons, he has conjured a spell to put a halt on everyone’s magical abilities, disabling the usage for as long as their feet still touch the ground of the island. You felt the magic in you shifted, giving you a slight headache before he invited everyone in for a welcome, ice-breaking dinner.

This is how your story started— you took a seat and began to silently study your surroundings, some familiar, some you were sure you had never met before. You took quick glances at them as the food was served at the table, and Caldarus began to invite everyone to introduce themselves to him.

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The light in the room has dimmed, and you were ready to call it a night— until a few gentle knocks were heard from your front door. You opened the door and saw no one, nothing but a letter on the floor, wax sealed with the infamous red Caldarus' phoenix.

It has never crossed your mind before on how you'd be one of the receivers. But you didn't hesitant, no, it was an excitement even, an anticipation so much you started to pack for the three nights stay at the chalet almost instantly.

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{ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 } Hey, everyone. I just would like to say thank you for giving Ravenmore a chance. It all begins with just a talk of my friends and I of how much we missed AU writing in general, until I decided to take a leap and tried to make one. The first step was too shaky, but I've learned stuffs from our first failure. The ground is still shaky right now, with the little amount of members we have, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. Knowing that you use this platform to plot with each other warms my heart, meaning it has served its purpose, and will continue to do so for as long as you let it be. Again, thank you so much for being in this milestone with me.

Pages were flipped, introducing the scene of a new blank page, bare and ready to be filled. It is unfortunate to say that the ink ran dry along the way. But time has zero mercy, and it does not wait, the ticking clock didn't stop as the breeze continued to flip the pages, leaving one’s chapter unfinished to make room for a new one to be written.

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The heavy wooden doors were swung opened with a loud creak and a quiet thud. The tellers' faces were hidden underneath the hoodies of their ashy gray robes, one could only see a misty blackness should they decided to take a peek. They stood behind the counters in silence, ready to welcome the peculiars with crescents in their bags.

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VERIFIED DEPOSIT

With a shredded unicorn horn, three drips of an owlbear's blood, and one single feather of a witherwings, the liquid inside the cauldron began to bubble, before the smoke bursted in a small firework-like explosion. It took exactly one minute for the event to take place, affecting a particular person, in a particular place. Suddenly they were no more, and there, standing in their place, was someone entirely new.

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TCC

Previous FC: DPR's Ian Previous OC: Basgiath Graves Previous House: Drakenshade Previous Subrace: Vitari Previous Status: Master

The blood-drawn gate of the realm slid open with the entrance. Each further step taken was welcomed with the cool breeze of the place, the scenery clouded with thin mists, and the quiet hustles of its citizens decorating the background from afar. Welcome to Ravenmore.

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ARRIVAL

The blood-drawn gate of the realm slid open with the entrance. Each further step taken was welcomed with the cool breeze of the place, the scenery clouded with thin mists, and the quiet hustles of its citizens decorating the background from afar. Welcome to Ravenmore.

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ARRIVAL

The cross-over was buzzing with the sound of clicking heels and stomping shoes, and the ymbrines kept their sights close to those who came and went in and out of the realm's entrance gate. One was checking the permit of a traveler out of the realm, while another was marking another traveler's passport with a stamp as the ymbrine cleared out their migration process. "Welcome to Ravenmore, enjoy your stay."

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PERMANENT SHIFT

Previous FC: Influencer Inkyung Previous OC: Calista Anastasia Yu Previous House: Drakenshade Previous Subrace: Fae Previous Status: Slave

The cross-over was buzzing with the sound of clicking heels and stomping shoes, and the ymbrines kept their sights close to those who came and went in and out of the realm's entrance gate. One was checking the permit of a traveler out of the realm, while another was marking another traveler's passport with a stamp as the ymbrine cleared out their migration process. "Welcome to Ravenmore, enjoy your stay."

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PERMANENT SHIFT

Previous FC: Ning Ning Previous OC: Red Moon Previous House: Stormheart Previous Subrace: Mariposa Previous Status: Slave