#tragedyworlds

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍.

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@tragedyworlds​ (ft. aegis alver) / @bloodsinned​ (ft. vicious) / @sweetsolars​ (ft. yuna azetta)                                                              of tales of crestoria

AS THE FESTIVAL winds to its final conclusion, you’re bestowed with several gifts from the grateful occupants of Spring Rise, ranging from currency of your own world to foods and trinkets, toys, kites, lavish clothing and even brand new weapons to some few.

“Thank you for saving the festival, and enjoying our company,” the apparant leader of the village thanks you personally, shaking your hand as you’re lavished with gift after gift from the locals. “If you choose to leave now, simply follow the Blissful Trail out and you’ll find your way home.”

You oblige, thanking the village for their hospitality and invitation to the festival. Carrying your gifts, you make your way out with your new friends down the path decorated with fallen cherry blossom petals. One last viewing of the beautiful pink trees, and when you reach the end, you turn to get one last look at the strange yet comforting village.

A small creature had followed you out, smiling cheerfully—almost bidding you farewell. When you blink, it’s gone but the feeling of being watched doesn’t leave. Still, you’re not creeped out. Instead, you’re… comforted. You turned to continue leaving, and when you do, you’re suddenly standing in front of—your home. Whether it’s with the people you were with before the festival, or your physical hometown—the mysterious village of Spring Rise is out of sight, you can’t even feel its presence anymore.

But you know, it will return when it’s time for the next festival…

Until then… you’re satisfied.

— Fin.

Hello all, Swann here! Thank you all for joining this rpc event! I had so much fun and I hope you all did too!

I’d like to give a HUGE thank you to my helpers: @gildedsunlight / @astrumballade , & @therionclaw / @duelingoddesses ! I couldn’t have done it without you guys, thank you so much! 💕

I’d like to make some shoutouts to all our participants, any of you that made any starter calls, starters, graphics, interactions, ANYTHING, thank you so much!

@rathalascendant , @madeimpact , @talesofourworlds , @tragedyworlds , @emotiondriven , @kindhand , @acthcr , @primefavonius , @forgottenluck , @ervaurem , @fangedmuses

We hope to have you again in the next event, whenever it may be! Stay tuned in the next few days, we’ll be handing out thank you gifts to all who’ve attended as well as the announcement of the winner for the fashion show later tonight!

Once again, from the bottom of our hearts, thank you SO much! Keep being cool, and feel free to keep on writing for the event!

He had just arrived (out of nowhere, in his usual fashion) in search of his misty counterpart when he heard voices coming from above and only then did it occur to him to look up. The Soil-Adherent's head angled to view the scene unfolding in the sky, collar slipping off his face.

There was a moment where he simply attempted to process what he was seeing, but there could be no mistake as Windarian sight was hawk-sharp - the Demon Swordsman and the Future Warrior... were dancing. In the sky. They were dancing and the prince had never looked this unbecoming in the entire time they had known each other. They were supposed to be doing work and here was the Cloud, bursting with energy and spinning like some child on nakuuvri dust.

....Had she... had she drugged the Swordsman?

A sudden indignation washed over the gunmage and his dumbfounded expression steeled in an instant, fiery cerulean eyes almost seeming to cast lasers in the direction of the dancing pair.

"WHITE CLOUD!"

one thing he hated about humans... they were always finding their way into his territory. encroaching on his space. he thought with the handful of travelers he had attacked, had spilled their blood and drank it like honey, that it would be enough to scare them away and leave him the hell alone.

except, it wasn’t. it never was. there would always be nosy people, nosy humans, who wanted to know who he was. what he was. he didn’t even know, so why would anyone think he would know? but this one, tall, poised and holding a powerful air about him... he was in his realm and vicious wanted him gone. 

his tail lashed around behind him in irritation as he watched the man approach him in the clearing. a low growl rumbled in his throat, lips pulling back to bare teeth and pink gums, entering into the beginnings of a snarl. he wanted him to go away. why won’t they ever just go away? does he have to kill every single human for them to understand?

sitting against the tree, vicious hunched over in his position and made a snarling sound through his teeth, his claws digging into the earth around him. 

@tragedyworlds asked the summoner:

"Looks like— that little girl— has you completely figured out, Black Wind—" Jasmine couldn't stop her laughter, barely able to make out a coherent sentence as she landed on the ground beside the gunmage. Still, her laughter was a little spooky; eerily similar to that of another martial artist. Arms were crossed over her frame, an amused glimmer in red eyes. "Even has your tattoos and everything! Maybe I should pop a lens from a pair of sunglasses for her."

Kaze could hardly be bothered to turn to face her, staring at the scene still unfolding between the Cloud prince and the twins instead. Bored blue eyes betrayed a hint of annoyance as the silent Windarian took in the Future Warrior's words and laughter. Jasmine's laughter... it was too similar to Lisa's. Dark red brows furrowed somewhat harder. What a grating noise.

"Stop laughing." He sighed in a hollow tone.