#ccoveplot

‘This is going to be hilarious.’ Skyler smiled to himself, readjusting his crown. For the first time in a rather long time, the wizard returned to the mainland in search for more supplies. He had completely forgotten about his regular supply runs and put them off in favour of practicing magic because, for once, he was making progress. It was only when the cupboards were entirely empty that he realised he had to go shopping. He was giddy with excitement, spying his friend Sienna from around the corner of a cafe. He had to go buy food, but before that he could have a little fun. After all, he hadn’t told Sienna about his newfound abilities. 

Taking in a deep breath, he mustered his energy and envisioned himself as a well-groomed golden retriever. And sure enough, his hands became thick paws and fur grew all over him. He gave a satisfied “arf!” and picked a dandelion from the cafe garden. Not noticing the confused looks of the cafe patrons sitting next to the flowers, he strutted down the street with the flower in his mouth. He inwardly beamed as people around him took note and parted their way for him, commenting on how clever he was. He continued to strut up to Sienna and tapped his wet nose once on her leg, before collapsing a leg beneath him in a sort of bow. Once he had her attention, he offered the dandelion up to her.

Iris had always had trouble socialising. She frowned and set off at slow walk toward her home. She had kept to herself most of her childhood thanks to her secret gifts. Now it seemed she would need to become closer to some of the locals if she wanted to get any more information about her mother from them and felt entirely unequipped to do so. Her musings were interrupted when she noticed a beautiful knife made entirely of white jade laying on the concrete before her. 

She crouched down and scooped up the blade holding it delicately, it seemed as though it was something very expensive and she would hate to break it. Unbeknown to Iris, the moment her hand came into contact with the smooth jade she, and the dagger, disappeared from sight. 

She turned the blade over in her hands marvelling at the craftsmanship. It lacked a sharp edge, it was probably just a trinket. She pulled her gave away from the dagger, thinking it a bit strange she was so enamoured with the thing and quickly searched for the owner. She found someone walking and short distance away from her and jogged over to them.

The purple mist creeps ever closer.

The mist encroaches upon the outer streets of the town. Ever since it hit the town, a mysterious wraith-like silhouette has been spotted wandering through these misty streets. It fades in and out of existence for the entire duration of the 11th hour. The local people have begun noticing this strange phenomena and can no longer be ignored, so the town council have announced the Festival of the Mist to celebrate the appearance of the rare purple mist. The council has announced that the festival will continue until the mist disperses and invites all tourists to enjoy this natural wonder. However, they also stress that the dark figure who is rumoured to roam the mist is not in any way associated with the council or this event. They emphasize that they are not responsible for any actions that individual may take, and that it’s probably best not to approach them.

For those of you with an artefact....

A voice whispers on the wind, "Maricia’s gift comes at a price." A message seemingly unheard by everyone else. Shortly afterwards, you notice a shallow wound, no bigger than a paper cut, somewhere on your body. It is slow to heal, even for supernaturals. It’s a little peculiar but afterwards, you begin to have a vague idea of what your artefact’s powers are. You continue to feel oddly secretive and protective of your artefact. Anyone who tries to throw away their artefact, or even store it away somewhere, will find that it mysteriously reappears on their person.

Details:

The purple mist has expanded out of the forest and into the town. The Board of Tourism assures everyone that this is completely normal.

The Festival of the Mists has commenced and will continue indefinitely. Everyone is welcome to view, photograph and walk through the purple vapour.

A shadowy figure appears and disappears from within the mist. The figure can most often be seen from 11pm to midnight.

Participation:

Players can participate in any way they please, whether it be a thread dedicated to the event or a brief passing thought. Participation is not compulsory but is encouraged. In this plot drop, your character can:

Learn about an artefact. Player characters who have found an artefact will sense the magical effects it has, if they haven't already.

Notice a small cut on their bodies, about the size of a papercut. The wound is slow to heal and there is no way to know what caused it.

Become more paranoid about their artefact. They will struggle to let their object leave their person. If someone shows an interest in their artefact, they may become agitated or evasive.

Interacting with the pyramid still won’t result in any reaction from the pyramid itself.

OOC:

If your character did not get an artefact in the last plot, you can RP them finding it in a self-para or that they found it off screen. Alternatively, your character can be reacting to the strange occurrences caused by other people’s artefacts and other characters’ strange behaviour.

Supernatural residents…

You would know that the town has never had a ‘Festival of the Mists’ before and might feel a little unnerved by the announcement.

Non-supernatural residents…

You would know that the town has never had a ‘Festival of the Mists’ before, however it is not unusual for the council to throw spontaneous events.

Please tag threads relating to this plot drop with ‘ccoveplot’.

Plots will generally last for a month, though a plot thread is free to continue for however long it needs to. We are monitoring the current plot threads and seeing when players naturally start to finish up their threads. We’ll be adapting to the player base and will release the next part of the plot when there is a need for it. 

The blonde stormed out of her house, slamming the door with the wrath of a storm. Cassian, her landlord’s son, had been his usual spiteful self this morning. He was like a blowfish wearing a person costume. They had started out with their usual early morning bickering, but it had escalated to name calling and Cassian had gone so far as to say that she looked like a disco ball because of all the jewelry she had been wearing. Sienna had taken the high road, rather than calling him something horrendous, she had simply taken off her jewelry and hurled it at him while screaming in rage. Unfortunately the supernatural aspect of her voice had made the boy’s ears bleed so she had left quickly before he could ask any questions. She could figure out an explanation later.

She marched through suburban beach front streets, certain a swim would shake off her rotten mood. She needed to hunt tonight and it was hard to be charming and non-threatening when you fuming. The sea was so painfully close, but the public beach was too popular with tourists and locals to allow a siren to transform unnoticed. There was a small beach at base of the cliffs just outside of town though, you need a boat or a set of fins to get there from the water. By land you had to cut through the forest to get there and the climb down the cliffs was treacherous so it was rare for humans to come that way too. In other words, it was perfect.

The houses stopped and thick trees bordered the road. Sienna rolled her shoulders, and check the street for stray townies. Finding it empty she plunged into the forest and deftly picked her way toward the cliffs. As she walked she hear a metallic ping and saw something bounce off of her shoe. Frowning she turned in a slow circle looking for it. As she was searching she noticed a fine purple mist emanating from deeper in the forest.

“That’s weird...”

 She crouched down and waved a hand through it. It didn’t feel remotely like water. Maybe it wasn’t mist. She leaned closer and took a deep wiff. It didn’t smell like smoke, in fact it didn’t smell like anything. She leaned back and noticed something glimmer beneath the mist. The blonde reached down and picked up a small ring. The gold was dull and the design was very rudimentary, but despite that it was a pretty thing. A large scarab was carved into jade and set in gold. 

The siren slide it onto her finger and admired the jewelry. It looked even better on. It had a classic kind of beauty to it. She dared Cassian to make fun of this one! She glanced toward the cliffs and then looked back at the purple mist. Did she want to go for a swim or go on an adventure? The choice was easy. 

She set off in the direction of the purple mist. It got thicker, the deeper she ventured, until eventually she barely see her feet through the purple haze. The  trees stopped abruptly and an enormous black pyramid towered before her.  She took a quick step back startled by the towering structure. 

A monolith standing where no one thought it could. 

It happened suddenly overnight and no one could explain it. A wave of purple mist washed over the town in one strong gust of wind, and at it’s centre stood a pyramid that had never been seen before. It was as infinitely black as the night sky yet reflected the daylight so brightly, it felt like another sun. Everyone was in a panic the day it was discovered, though nothing seemed to come from it. It was just standing there, making everyone uneasy as they tried to go about their daily life. Some ventured near it and discovered the pyramid was as shiny and hard as obsidian, with no doors or cracks to be seen. It was smooth to the touch and slightly warm. Nothing ill seem to come from it, until some people began finding odd trinkets around the cove. Things ranging from tarnished jewelry to strangely carved ornaments. The people who kept these mysterious treasures started becoming less and less like themselves. As sudden as the pyramid’s appearance, there began talk of someone or something named ‘Maricia’.

Details:

The forest now has a massive, obsidian pyramid near it’s centre. A purple mist covers the forest floor around the pyramid, becoming thicker at the pyramid’s base.

Strange trinkets, relics and ornaments can be found around town and the cove. The rumour mill is filled with speculation and worry about the pyramid and those who are changing. There is also a lot of confusion about who or what a ‘Maricia’ is. 

Participation:

Players can participate in any way they please, whether it be a thread dedicated to the event or a brief passing thought. Participation is not compulsory but is encouraged. In this plot drop, your character can:

Find an item. Player characters can find any type of small ancient item such as a piece of jewelry, ceramics, a book, an ornament, etc. If your character has the item on them, they will a gain a minor magical effect. This is up to the player though please pass it by the mods. Minor magical effects include:

The character can levitate small items a meter high.

The character can transform objects which stay in their new form for 30 minutes. 

The character can summon small orbs of light.

The character can have short visions of things that are happening far away. All characters with an item begin to hear a soothing, watery sound no matter where they are and have a strong attachment to the name ‘Maricia’, though they don’t know what it is. 

Interacting with the pyramid won’t result in any reaction from the pyramid itself.