Strange was, after all the turning point of everything within the town of Salem’s Point, and with the Eclipse happening overhead, it was almost expected that something would accompany the celestial event and throw the small town into an array of chaos and violence.
Minutes had ticked by and people watched in awe as the moon shifted across the path of the sun. An eerie silence fell over everyone who had already considered what could possibly befall those within the town, even those outside of it. It was never good, never something that they could have anticipated, and though so many locals who understood how effectively a celestial event could change the current standing of their home town, not a single one aware of the creatures that lived within the towns boundary could have guessed that the several, long silent minutes would pass so easily.
Plunged into an eerie twilight, a sky void of twinkling light that generally accompanied such light, it didn’t stop there. For a few brief moments, the entire town was plunged into darkness. A pitch black that had people’s hearts racing; it wasn’t normal, wasn’t at all anticipated and for those few moments, it felt as if the entirety of the town was draped over with an atmosphere so thick it was difficult to breathe. Like honey, it stuck to the lungs of those capable and became visible with every hesitant exhale without any sign of the temperature dropping.
And then it was gone.
Light filtrated it’s way through the canopy of trees, illuminating everything it touched as if nothing had happened. Minutes of pitch black made entirely redundant as the confusion took over the awe and excitement of such a sight in the sky. And though few questioned what had happened, it was near forgotten by the end of the day; treated as if it were nothing more than another almost harmless day in Salem’s Point.
Distraction at it’s finest.
While the town waited for the light to return, wondering idly if it ever would return. Something far more sinister than a simple eclipse was at work. In the apex darkness, several Skinwalkers once again infiltrated the town, wearing the skin of several well known locals, of whom were led from their homes, from their places of work and disappeared without a trace, leaving the creatures to prolong their presence among the community before they too disappeared in the dead of night that followed, throwing off the possibility of them disappearing during the Eclipse.
A night which brought about more than what those in town had bargained for. Gradually, the Eclipse and the power within it reverberated off every energy held within Salem’s Point, ricocheting and inevitably created a series of waves which broke the constant source within each and every supernatural being that allowed them to live in somewhat peace.
It brought even the oldest and strongest of beings to a stand still, and in the hours that followed the breaking of dawn, it became all too apparent that the Eclipse hadn’t left the supernatural within Salem’s Point unscathed.
The affects of the Eclipse and the magic already surrounding Salem’s Point have conflicted and messed with the working order of every supernatural being within its borders. Please take note of how your character will begin to experience the next few days, and keep in mind that it’s a gradual process that will be corrected in time. Please ensure that any plots undertaken for this plot drop are approved of by all muns involved and no godmodding takes place.
Vampires; with the inclusion of all Original family members, will begin to suffer from an insatiable hunger. No matter how long they feed, or off of whom they feed; they will begin to feel hungrier, as if they were starting to desiccate. They will become weaker the more they feed and will become unpredictable in their temperament.
Werewolves; with the inclusion of all Original family members, will begin to suffer from the inability to hide the coloring of their eyes, canines and will also begin to start showing signs of unstable temperaments. Please note, unless your character is an Original family member, they will not shift, but can very much feel the pain that is usually associated with shifting, i.e the breaking of bones etc.
Witches and Fae; with the inclusion of all Original family members, will begin to find that their magic short circuits and things are happening without explanation or intent. Like a static radio, their powers will waver and because of this, the results of their magic will be unpredictable.
Shifters and Hellhounds, will find that they’re beginning to succumb to their animal instincts while remaining in their human form. Unable to control or hide the color of their eyes or their temperament. They will become skittish in crowded places, jumpy and begin to distrust human presence.
Hunters, will all begin to experience a series of weakened moments within their blessing. It’s a flickering affect and is not permanent, however their healing, strength and speed will start and stop in different increments and they will feel the changes that come with it. (For all those who come into contact with hunters, please remember that the majority of them are still trained well beyond their blessing and will, in the face of supernaturals losing their senses and ability to control their current form, remain a force to be reckoned with.)
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As the opulence of the Masquerade Ball began to wind down, the early morning hours ticking towards an impending dawn, the population of Salem’s Point within the halls of the Gautier Manor had put on a spectacle of their own. In the great room and in private, relationships were terminated, others were revealed, and quite a number began amidst the slow seduction of a dance. It was all mindless, normal drama for a town as small as this and strangely welcome when compared to the horrific events as of late.
Yet when has the status quo of Salem’s Point ever paused long enough to regain equilibrium?
Not tonight. Not ever.
Drifting above the melodic sounds of a slow waltz to cascade down upon those who clasped their date within a temporary grasp, the chilling and vaguely familiar voice from an ill-forgotten festival began to speak. Music scratched short from where it played, speakers dying out and the lights above blinking in response to inhuman intervention. Every witch in the room became near frozen as the overwhelming sense of dark magic electrified the air around them, repeating much of the same pattern as it had months prior.
Phasmatos motus incendiarios.
The foundations of the Gautier Manor underwent a tremor as though struck by an impossible earthquake. Windows rattled, paintings and vases leapt from their purchases, and the chandelier above the dance floor came crashing to the floor as several shrieking attendees darted out of its way. Another rumble beneath the flooring and cracks began to form across its wooden expanse, the briefest flicker of something tangerine and gold flashing between the crevices.
Phasmatos incendia movet, phasmatos incendia moventur, ego ex vos, vos ex unos, phasmatos incendia entrare! Phasmatos incendia movet, phasmatos incendia moveo.
Panicked citizens initiated a mass exodus towards safety, the stampede separating loved ones from each other and creating a chaos only dreamt of for the darker minded individuals amongst the crowd. As the eerie voice whispered her final command over the crowd, all of whom were unable to find a viable exit to the outside world, the true torment rained down upon Salem’s Point and tragedy struck.
Religious texts refer to the phenomenon as Hellfire, unyielding destruction without purpose and far too strong to be decimated by any one witch. Something the Delore family learned rather quickly as it burst forth from the depths of the fireplace, wiping their parents from the face of the planet without thought. Because Hellfire does not care who it steals, it just burns. Unable to extinguish the flames which began to rapidly consume the halls of the Manor house, the Delore coven and other witches within the party began to focus all efforts on removing whatever boundary spell imprisoned everyone inside to be destroyed.
It took more minutes than anyone had time for and in many ways, the witches were too late. They managed to break down the seal surrounding the Masquerade Ball, but lives were already being cost as the Manor crumbled around them, trapping some and fatally injuring others. As the survivors poured onto the grassy stretch of yard, many coughing or sputtering as they fell to hands and knees in their salvation, a few men in the crowd blacked out for unknown reasons. Their eyes flashing gold and then becoming weighted by heavy lids as they collapsed to the earth.
Those who were burned by hellfire are as follows: Felix Marius, Caitlyn Thompson, Taz Lund, Axel Luther, Aurora Valentine, Kali Sparks. Due to the power of Hellfire, supernatural beings will heal at a human’s pace from this affliction. Mortal beings will carry the scars forever.
Those who were trapped beneath the rubble are as follows: Anastasia Johnson, Clark Roschell, Caiden Shaw, Finley Darius, Wren Delore, Emma Teague. Supernatural creatures will heal at their usual pace, but be plagued with emotional trauma after coming so close to death. Mortal creatures will heal at a regular, human pace and also suffer mental trauma.
Those who were subject to severe smoke inhalation are as follows: Thalia Levesque, Holden Driver, Riya Narayan, Braxton Turrall, Carolina Romero. Supernatural creatures will heal at a slower pace than normal, but their lungs will eventually return to normal. Mortal creatures may experience asthma, difficulty breathing, and sharp pains in their lungs from this night forward.
With more bodies fleeing from the Hellfire death trap, the terror subsided only long enough to make way for the realization of loss. Not everyone managed to be walked, carried, or dragged from the burning remains of the Gautier home and the most substantial deaths were accounted for by those with smoky lungs and far too many past traumas to recollect.
The Delore Parents were eviscerated in the initial onslaught, a sight which everyone at the party witnessed much to their children’s horror.
Then came The Mayor, his half-charred corpse near unrecognizable as it laid out on the grass before his constituents.
Jamie Knight had returned to the dance and was subsequently trapped beneath the rubble by the bar where he could not escape the engulfing flames. His body was pulled to safety by an unknown individual, but he had already succumbed to his excessive burns.
Rose Becker was impaled by a falling beam while attempting to remove another hunter from the wreckage. Vampire blood was not enough to save the woman and her body was carried out of the building by one Sawyer King.
This concludes our Masquerade Event. Please feel free to plot with your fellow muns about how your characters escaped the fire and feel free to wrap up any remaining paras you might have which pertain to the event. You may now also begin new ones which are related to what occurred during the plot drop and how your characters reacted to such tragedy and trauma.
We fondly remember the following characters and retire them from Salem’s Point: Rose Becker and Jamie Knight. You were beloved and you will be missed. Rest well wherever you may be.
July welcomed the dawn of a new month for the citizens of Salem’s Point, and with its new beginning came forth the seasonal warmth that many were glad to see, especially the transplants who were unaccustomed to such a brutal winter. Summer has finally descended upon the little Northeastern town and has carried along some more positive aspects. The days are brighter, longer, and they beckon forward all those who have spent so much time indoors as of late, helping to ease the tension of all citizens after the aftermath of the last month and the remembrance of what happened on the night of the festival. The evenings became filled with the sounds of wildlife and the distant crackling of thunderstorms, another common feature for this time of year in Maine.
The small town, along with the greater portion of the state, were accustomed to the thunderstorms that came blowing through every so often, having experienced them more often than not and well aware of their intensity. The arrival of them was not strange or unanticipated to the locals, yet it was the daunting number of these meteorological events that plagued already troubled minds with worry. Each day shone with warm welcome, yet each night delivered upon Salem’s Point torrential downpours and lightning strikes that were far too close for any semblance of comfort. The mayor took haste in urging the citizens to practice the utmost caution, to stay indoors at night, and above all else, to stay vigilant as the storms do not appear to be relenting.
Those perceptive enough to notice could sense the waves of electricity coursing through the air, setting alive the hair on the back of their necks and tingling across exposed flesh. One species has felt the strange energy most, as though it now courses through their veins and lights up every nerve ending like a Christmas tree. The werewolves. A new and unfamiliar current in the air, pinpointing them among the other species and crowds, affecting the wolves far more potently than any other around them and surging through every cell of their bodies with disastrous consequences. With the electricity shocking their systems and a full moon rapidly approaching, aptly named the Thunder Moon, the werewolves are far more emotionally distraught than normal during this period. The slightest bump from a passerby causes a flush of rage, a hurtful remark from a close friend causes an overwhelming degree of sadness. They are more volatile, quick to display aggression at a moment’s notice.
Time spent reigning in any semblance of control was lost within days and not a single person has the answer for what could be causing such turmoil. The skinwalkers can feel the jarred emotional state of the werewolves around them and they feed off of their confusion, warping their faces into those around town who might further provoke and dismantle the mentality of the wolves. The cusp of the full moon dawns and tensions are reaching an all time peak, one has to ask the inevitable question: what happens when a rubber band snaps? Or better yet, when thirty snap?
The Thunder Moon plot drop begins today 7/4 at 7PM EST. During this time werewolves will be tormented by skinwalkers the hardest, taking the shapes of people around town. They will be extremely violent and prone to outbursts. Please take this event opportunity to get in contact with your fellow muns and we definitely encourage the use of self-para’s on the dash! Happy plotting everyone!
The break of a new dawn lay waste to all predispositions those of the fury kind suffered from during a high Thunder Moon, gone were the rising tensions, latched to the moon as if they had no hope of holding dear to the control they so desperately clawed at. There was nothing more to speak of, those that knew of the werewolves, of the affects the passing moon had on them, had in fact thought to keep to themselves, lock their doors and hope that they’d neither cross paths with one, or be marked in the days leading up to it, for truly, nobody wanted to suffer at the hands of truly rabid animals.
But with the rising sun, the sky remained red. A tell-tale sign that not all had thought to steer clear of our temperamental friends. It was surreal, three bodies. Scattered, broken and torn in ways no person without a stomach of steel could have laid eyes upon, though to say that the state of them was the strangest thing would have been a downright lie. Casting aside their brutalized and stomach-turning appearances, they were unknown to all. Faces that nobody knew, faces that didn’t quite look human, and even still, remained unlike anything anyone in town had ever seen.
Rumors surfaced of a species believed to have been nothing more than myth. A species capable of taking on the persona of another, buried deep within the traumatic pasts of those unwilling to speak of them, personas of those the towns people all knew and loved, personas that certainly never belonged to them. A species unleashed by a certain black magic that hadn’t graced the world of man for over a millennium.
Bodies were covered up, stories created to slow the dulling roar of small talk, accidents -- they said. Accidental deaths. And for the most part, it was believable.
A press conference was held in the hours following the discovered bodies, a plea for the people of Salem’s Point to remain vigilant, as the possibility of another storm, or more accidents left citizens concerned of their own safety should another Thunder Moon strike. Precautions were put in place, safe houses that people were expected to go to should they feel unsafe in their own homes. The number of officers on duty was increased, all too ease the growing worry of the townspeople, how unsettled they became. The idea of unknown people turning up dead in their town? Unheard of.
All things made to be believable, however, were blown off with the ferocity of a hurricane.
A forth body, torn and left to bleed out on the steps of the Town Hall. No wolf shirked away in guilt this time and much like the others, nobody could quite identify who, or what it was.
This concludes the full moon for this month. While the Thunder Moon is waning down, this does not mean the storms have yet to pass. Salem’s Point will still be the victim of torrential downpour and thunderstorms for now. As well, if you haven’t already, we urge you to read the self paras created for this particular plot drop: Riya, Cassidy, and Jaxon.
On the final evening of the holiday weekend, as the Summer Festival drew to a close, carnival goers continued their merriment in eager anticipation of the coming fireworks; an undeniable spectacle and the only way to kick off summer in true Salem’s Point fashion. Laughter, music, and the intermittent sounds of buzzers and bells carried through the air. Yet for those with more keen senses, blessed or cursed depending upon their perspective, another vibration resounded some distance away on the other side of town. Like a rumble across stagnant ground; the collapsing of a sinkhole or perhaps a monstrous truck carrying too heavy a load. Except no vehicles were driving in Salem’s Point that night and the town did not rest on a fault line.
No sooner had the far off groaning of the earth ceased, inspiring mild curiosity in its departure for those who were not distracted enough to miss it altogether, that everything within the festival began to gradually warp. The carnival music slowed to an unrecognizable distortion, like a record played backwards while each and every note became more hauntingly ominous than the next. Overhead, inky skies filled by the scintillation of a thousand stars were blanketed with a heavy onyx and in the direction of the crackling earth came a pomegranate hued flash of lightning.
Then there was nothing except darkness.
Rides stopped in their tracks, stranding dozens in their mechanical clutches. Games sputtered out and dimmed in an eerie, animatronic cry. Amongst the panicked screams of various townsfolk as they scrambled in the sudden lack of light, a purposeful wind blustered through. Along its howl came an ancient whisper, speaking in a tongue foreign to those standing about in the shadows.
Phasmatos Salves Nas Ex Malon, Terra Mora Vantis Quo Incandis, Et Vasa Quo Ero Signos.
Within moments, as though nothing had occurred at all, the hissing voice dissipated into the night and power returned to the carnival. Music began playing once more at its normal pace and timbre, rides continued their programmed tracks, and no one stood in the colorful evening lights appearing more bewildered than the witches. The words spoken were a spell no doubt, but the problem was that not a single one of them recognized a shred of it.
What had just been wrought upon Salem’s Point?
This plot drop concludes our Summer Festival Event.
The tomb in which the ancient witch was buried has been given access to the physical world, her magic now leaks into the ground beneath the town. From this point onward, all supernatural creatures will begin to feel an inexplicable draw towards Salem’s Point. They will not venture outside of the town lines or feel any compulsion to leave whatsoever. Though due to the scattering of power, none of them will be able to precisely pinpoint where they feel drawn to or why they cannot leave. The dark energy seeping through the earth can be sensed by the town’s witches, but again they cannot locate the source. Her magic is now a beacon luring in the species that already exist in Salem’s Point and those which haven’t been accounted for... yet.
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