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Beach Episode

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by rhiow

In the dark hours of night, the heroes of Bellacoste flooded from their homes for one. last. push.

The Entity is dead. The sky is open.

...Time to go to the BEACH!

To start things off with a splash, we have some new summer prompts that take you to our very own Pouflon Beach Episode! What kinds of things does your character enjoy doing during the summertime? Whether it's swimming, lazing in the sun, or eating all the ice cream they possibly can, you can explore all of this and more in our new monthly and seasonal prompts!

Emerging from the depths for the very first time is an all new capricorn NPC, Naia! Why don’t you show her how the landwalkers do it in our June event quest, Part of Your World?

A new pippet has been discovered! Found fluttering around boardwalk lights, the Dramoth can be a difficult tame, but it’s worth it! The Dramoth is now available for the season of summer in the Pippet Shop!

Additionally, we’re celebrating the start of summer with BABY BOON JUNE!

For the entire month of June, all baby tickets (bloom, geode, sprout), growth potions, and anything BABY will be 15% off in the cash shop! Not only that, but we’re going to have a 10% off sale on some cute little bundles of coins for your new bundle of joy! 

To celebrate Baby Boon June, every Friday, we will be releasing a batch of 5 babies from our amazing guest artists and mods, so be sure to keep your eyes peeled for those!

[ Baby Boon June Advent ]

The best way to celebrate Baby Boon June? With friends, of course! Recruit your best pals, and for every new person you bring to Pouflons in the month of June, we will gift a Boon Chest to both you AND your friend!

To claim your recruitment chests, have your friend submit a request to our form. Make sure they include both their Lorekeeper username and your own so you can both reap the rewards!

[ Baby Boon Recruitment Form ]

FINALLY! This one we’re all really excited for…! 

Introducing… Pippets for Pride!

This month, we will be doing a donation drive for THE TREVOR PROJECT, an organization that provides crisis intervention and relief to LGBTQA+ youths. For the entire month of June, the Albino Pyropine, Rainbow Aura and all-new item, Rainbow Runic will be available in the cash shop! 100% of the proceeds from these items will be donated to The Trevor Project at the end of the month. Everyone who purchases one or more of these items will receive a special badge made by our very own Sadbloom!

Additionally, if you would like to donate but aren’t interested in the items, just the badge, there’s a special “item”: Prideful Thanks!

Learn more about The Trevor Project [ here ].

For those of you who make the donation, please go to this google form and submit your proof of donation (even a pic of your paypal payment) as well as your username and we’ll send your sweet badge over to you!

[ Pride Badge Submission Form ]

Hope you’re as excited as we are for Summer!

An End, At Last | Skyfall Part One Conclusion

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by rhiow

[ Read Part One? ] [ Read Part Two? ] [ Read Part Three? ] [ Read Part Four? ] [ Read Part Five? ] [ Read Part Six? ]

Chrysanthos, for all of its winding narrow streets and anxious history, was nevertheless a beacon of hope and the future.

Even the Entity knew that.

[ Recommended Listening. ]



Shingles fall to the ground, roof beams shattered beneath the weight of the creature. Ancient history crumbles before it, old paving stones turned dark. Civilians hide in their homes as the beast cries, a rumbling, keening sound. It ignores all the attacks thrown at it, arcane singing and burning fur, swords cutting through the muck right to the quick.

The Entity carries on, scrabbling over top the city, ever forward. The glare of the crack in the sky bathes its face as it climbs onward, upwards. They try to hold it back, but the entire world crumbles around it. There’s only one thing left. There’s only the castle on the hill. There’s only the pieces of another sky. 

The creature roars and shoves its way past its breaking point, feverish eye glued to the spiraling towers on the horizon. It should have fallen long ago. It should fall now. But there was a promise behind those high, high walls. There was power unimaginable, a fountain of it. If it could only get there. If it could only climb higher.

STOP IT, the voices cry all around it, cacophony of foreign words on foreign tongues. The power sheltered deep in Nouvel’s hold sings above it all, the runic flowers of every living pouflon calling, calling, calling. Below it all, silk on honey, whispers something else, keep going.

Don’t stop or they’ll kill you.

Trust me.

The words mean nothing. But the feeling is everything. There’s safety, if only it could get over the last hurdle, this would all end. The pain. The suffering. The misery. Every fiber felt like it was being torn asunder, cells vibrating beneath unwanted stars. 

Fires light all along the walls, little embers barring the way. There was only one path to salvation, corruption slopping from its open jaws as it leaps from the nearest building, reaching, hoping, straining--

It’s too far. It’s tail, torn to shreds, rotates wildly to course correct. Arrows fire from on high as the Entity falls. It crashes to ground, cobbled stone cracking beneath its weight. It tries to rise again. It tries to find its footing. The castle was right there.

Just beyond those gates was freedom, the way back, the way home. The magic sings. The life of every pouflon on the entire planet calls to it, a beacon. The creature wails and drags itself to the walls, clawing at them, tearing at the bricks with its teeth. If it could only… if it could only get through…

*Kill them before they kill you*, whispers the voice again, a snake slithering down the Entity’s spine. It spits and turns, too slow, too late. A net drops down as the opposing forces close in, trap set, prizes won. The noose tightens and the Entity falls to ground again, eye rolling up to look once more at the sky.

Beyond the pieces there’s a yellow field. A kitten dances in circles, anxiously looking for its mother. Home. Home. It just wants to go home.

“Hold it down,” commands a voice, a metallic leg obscuring the last view of a world gone by. Perth raises her sword.

There was nothing after that.

The Entity’s head lowers, the last blow dealt. Its light winks out and before the eyes of everyone present, the corruption begins to seep away.

When all was said and done, the monster was just an animal of tawny fur and battle scars. Gone, now, but nothing any of them had ever seen before. They whisper to one another as the moon filters through the clouds, its rays illuminating the castle.

Though Chrysanthos's vaunted walls were breached, through all their efforts, all their sacrifice, the keep stood unabated. A chime rings out, then another, and another until twelve tolls ring through the air. It's midnight once more, and Bellacoste is quiet.

In the wake of the breaching of Chrysanthos, life slowly returns to what it once was. The battle against the corruption the Entity wrought will take time, but the denizens of Bellacoste are up to the task. Families reunite and begin the heavy duty of putting their homes and lives back together.

Everything is normal. I̷s̸n̴'̷t̴ ̵i̶t̵?̴

The sky is still cracked. In the right light, it looks almost golden.

Skyfall part one will come to an end tonight at midnight EST. We were blown away by your enthusiastic participation! All is quiet now, but maybe not exactly normal.

Let’s take a brief look at the stats! You dealt over 1000 points of damage. You unlocked all of the base goals as well as every single stretch goal milestone! That’s incredible! The most damage was dealt by Cas, who did over 400 points of damage. As the top damage dealer we will be delivering you a special prize in the next few days!

Didn’t get a chance to participate in part one? No problem! The Corrupted Shop will remain open indefinitely, and Corrupted Coins will be available in part two of the event. Don’t want to wait? Corrupted Coins are now tradeable up until the start of part two of the event. Additionally, several Corrupted Shop items have been made available in the cash shop!

Skyfall will return in August and September of this year.

As the land slowly heals, the Sunsine re-emerges in Goldfair. Whew! Thought they were in trouble for a minute there! The Sunsine, a pippet envisioned by Ellusively is now available in the Pippet Shop year round!

Speaking of pippets, have you seen the pippet contest? Do you have a great idea for a new summery pippet design? Show us what you’ve got in our Pippet Design Contest!

How did we do this spring? It went by so quickly, didn’t it? From the Cradle of Crocus to the release of cherub vespires, delightful sprouts and a world-changing event-- now’s your time to tell us what you think in our quarterly feedback.

Thank you so much for romping in the world of Bellacoste with us! We’ll be back tomorrow to tell you all about what’s coming up next for us in June!

Paradise Falling | Phase Two

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by rhiow

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“NOCK YOUR ARROWS!” shouts the city guard captain. The cry carries down the line, repeated by each segment as bowstrings draw taught. 

“FIRE!”

[ Recommended listening. ]

A swarm of arrows fly from the battlements to the grim scene below. Many miss, sinking shaft deep into the cursed ground. The guards were tired. They’d been taking shifts for days. There were others here, too, townspeople, volunteers, anyone who could hold a bow, a sword, a torch. The shouts of those struggling outside of the walls had become a dull roar, impossible to pick apart from the screams of the creature that battered at the city gate.

Arrows, broken spears, even a sword or two pepper the monster’s back, corruption creeping over them like a thick miasma. The Entity roars, swatting away at a nearby knight before crashing its head into the gate. Wood creaks and splinters. It’s almost through. Oh stars, it’s almost through the gate. How much longer could they hold? How much longer could this last?

Auster shifts uneasily on a hill overlooking the gate, looking tiredly over at Marleau. The older knight was focused on the chaos below them, eyes steely. “Ser Marleau?” the squire asks. “How much longer?”

The knight squints before grinding a hoof into the dirt. “Not much longer, Auster.” Then she tosses her head over her shoulder, projecting her voice to the group of nervous, weary fighters by her side, “Prepare yourselves! We charge on the Knight-Captain’s signal!”

Marleau’s motley crew raise their voices in unison, some cracking from the strain of it all, “YES, SER!”

High above it all, the knight-captain soars, surveying the scene with gritted teeth. Nothing like this had happened in years. Nothing like this since Queen Nouvel took on the heavy burden of the crown and the heavier steps to the throne. Chrysanthos was under siege from an enemy that had no name.

The Entity rears back, taking several slices to the gut as it rams full force into the gate once more. On the other side guards and citizens alike brace against heavy wooden slabs, desperately trying to keep the last bastion of safety aloft. The gate creaks. A crack appears down the middle, corruption seeping through the spaces in between. Static crackles and wheezes from the Entity’s throat as it staggers back and prepares to bash the gate again.

A great flash of light brightens the sky over the city, bursting straight from Perth. The vanguard on the hill stiffens. Marleau bellows, “NOW!

Auster takes a deep breath as Marleau kicks into a full gallop, her magic deftly unclasping a massive polearm from her back. He raises a rallying cry and the rest follow, fumbling for spears, swords, whatever they had left to spare. They rush down the hill, worlds apart from the destruction at the gate. Legs tangle into one, voices joining the croaking fray. The noise was terrible above the city, but now they were in it, oh stars, there was no turning back--

The vanguard crashes into the rest, sweeping through the muck, leaping over fallen soldiers to flank the monstrosity before it could breach the city. With an elegant slash, Marleau hamstrings a leg, earning a scream from the creature. Auster clambers after her, aiming his sword for the thing’s tail.

On the city walls, the captain cries again, “ARROWS! NOCK!”

Everything was so fast, in the middle of it. Everything was so slow. Every second was a microcosm of life and what came after it. You couldn’t focus on it. You didn’t really see it. All that mattered was the threat. All that mattered was that it didn’t get into the city. They had to protect the young, the weak, the old. If Chrysanthos wasn’t safe, where was?

Marleau’s vanguard blows past the Entity. It doubles back. Still, it does not fall. The knight shouts but can’t be heard above the din. Her squire fights with all his might, feeling the corruption creeping up his skin. Hold on a little longer. Please. You have to do this. You have to hold onto yourself just a little longer.

“FIRE!”

Auster fights against the blight racing up his legs but in the next moment he’s gone, turning on a once companion to charge at them instead. Marleau screams for him, but the young knight could no longer hear her.

Arrows thud all around. The Entity staggers back on its hind legs as one strikes its eye, roaring loud enough to stop hearts, just for a moment, before it crashes headfirst into the gate.

The crack widens. The monster falls back, clawing at it’s own face, screaming.

The arcane sizzles in the air, magic flying from all around. In the midst of it a unicorn dives, long tail whipping behind her. With deft, fragile wings, she darts around the creature's claws and rakes her horn across its wounded eye with all the power in her body. The Entity shrieks and stumbles back, crashing into anyone behind it. It’s hind legs crumple.

The beast falls to its chest, slumping into a pool of its own miasma. The corruption shifts around it like oil on water. It breathes heavily, corruption spewing from its punctured eye and seeping down its face. It shudders.

All around it, the heroes of Bellacoste step back as it slowly dawns on them that at long last, the Entity has fallen. It’s down. It’s dying. And not a moment too soon! The unicorn that dealt the final blow lands daintily on the giant’s head. Opal rears on her hind legs and dances, hooves tapping on the skull of the Entity.

It’s fallen. It’s fallen!

On the walls, guards and civilians congratulate one another, exchanging weary shoulder bumps and whispered prayers. Some weep with relief. It’s over. The city’s safe.

On the field, efforts turn towards healing the corrupted and aiding the wounded. Mages on reserve fly over the walls to help. All the while the unicorn dances, her friends gathering to catch their breaths and check each other for injuries. The corruption continues to swarm the fallen titan.

Perth still circles, brows furrowed. Bows have begun to lower. Eyes aren’t on the creature. She watches as corruption sloughs from the Entity’s back, legs, face. It slips under her vision, little patches of something else becoming visible beneath the facade.

A single paw flexes, claws digging into the ground. Fur the color of wheat spears through the muck, trying, grasping, reaching. It rumbles, deep in its chest, and with a start the unicorn leaps off, eyes wide.

Bright white light pulses in the sky again. Perth. Eyes up! Arms up! “ARROWS!” the captain on the walls screams, scrambling back to their post. Confusion then fear ripples through the air as celebration is cut short. Their relief escapes them like water on the sand.

The Entity trembles, corruption wafting off it’s face, revealing a gleaming yellow eye beneath. The pupil contracts, and the tattered beast staggers back to its feet, refusing to die. Stunned, warriors swarm back towards it, weapons in hand. Mages whip up their spells, the air crackling, as the Entity throws the weight of the world into the gate.

The tortured wood groans and buckles.

“FALL BACK!” shouts Perth, so high above it all that there was no hope of them hearing her. A series of lights flicker around her.

“FALL BACK!” repeats the captain on the walls to his shaken comrades. “FALL BACK!”

The monster, beleaguered and wounded, steps over the rubble, shoving its way through the ungiving stone archway. The few still standing on the other side of the shattered gate hold up their weapons but are swatted unceremoniously aside. The Entity roars, squeezing through the streets, tearing shutters off of houses as it clambors up the first guard tower, sliding down onto the roof of a nearby house.

The roof shudders, wood warping beneath the weight of the terrible creature as it roared down on the city.

It’s inside. The Entity’s breached Chrysanthos.

You have reached 300 points of damage.

The fight has now entered Phase Two. The Entity has refused to die, and will continue fighting for the rest of the month. The city of Chrysanthos has been breached, and it’s our job to keep it safe! The Entity, Confronted quest will remain active and ALL Corrupted Coin bonuses will now be doubled.

Congratulations to ellusively for the final blow on The Entity! And a HUGE congratulations to Cas for dealing by FAR the MOST damage!

All items have now been unlocked in the Corrupted Shop.

For each 100 points of additional damage done to The Entity, a BONUS ITEM will unlock in the Corrupted Shop! The first goal is 400 points, at which a free gift to all users will become available. Congratulations, and good luck!

Damage Done

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by wisparia

After a little over a week of struggle, it’s clear to those with keen eyes that The Entity is wounded. Captains sound their rallying cries and banners wave before the city of Chrysanthos. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

The Entity’s HEALTH BAR is now visible!

Focus your attacks and do as much damage as you can! Each point of damage is absolutely critical, and you will reap what you sow in the Corruption Shop.

There are several exclusive items that can be unlocked through this event! I’ve heard rumors that if we manage to beat The Entity, an additional item will be unlocked for every extra 100 points of damage done past 300!

Due to technical reasons, the Corruption Shop is “view only” until June! After then you will be able to spend your Corruption Coins as the shop will officially open and will stay open indefinitely.

Good luck out there!

Corrupted Shop Entity

Chester and Mochi

You know them, you love them-- the Ursuki siblings are back in town with a fresh stock of Legendary Items!

This month they've brought the Crystal Runic Spell, Rift Eyes Spell and Vial/Glass Body Potion! All three items are available in both the Coin Shop and Cash Shop!

In addition, Rift Eyes have begun appearing in both Pouflons and Ursuki as well as Vespires. Perhaps a strange side effect of the cracked sky?

Very unusual! Be sure to grab your legendary items before May 20th!

May Raffle!

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by Sadbloom

Hello everylon! Every entry last month was super stunning and I'm always honored to look through each one! It's time for May - check out this cute firefly themed Pouf and other fun prizes! As a general reminder, raffles are now hosted completely on Lorekeeper in the raffle section of prompts. Have fun and get gifting!!

Prizes to be won:
Pouf-232
Pouflon MYO Slot (x2)
Glowspeckle Spell (x2)
Affinity Add Scroll (x1)
Deadline: June 7th - 11:59pm EST
Max entries2 per user
Participation reward
4 coins (each)

Please head on over to May's raffle prompt to learn more and enter this month's raffle!

The Giant in Goldfair

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by rhiow

[ Read Part One? ] [ Read Part Two? ] [ Read Part Three? ] [ Read Part Four? ]

There’s a giant in Goldfair, and the denizens of Bellacoste could no longer afford to ignore it.

[ Recommended listening. ]

While the sky breaks, while the children cry, while the world tries and tries and tries to correct something terribly wrong, a monster wreaks havoc on the heart of Bellacoste. Pippet, pouflon, vespire and ursuki alike tremble as their peers fall to the corruption, turning on those that they love.

They try to heal them. They do. But it doesn’t always work. More fall, and behind them they leave corrupted ground. It’s spiraling. The crack in the sky glows a violent purple, malevolent. Stars no one has ever seen before populate the night. Nothing is right anymore. It’s all Ẅ̴̜́R̶̦̀̿͜O̶̤̝̒N̶̤̅ͅG̴̳̒.

“The plants are dying,” murmurs a farmer’s wife. “Will we have enough to eat in the winter?”

A father circles Goldfair for the hundredth time that day, searching, searching, searching. “Have you seen my daughter?” he asks, eyes puffy from tears. “Has anyone seen Avalon?”

Knights flood into Goldfair, evacuating who they can. Homes left abandoned, cold hearths where families once gathered with their loved ones. Children scream for their parents, parents reach for their children, but they’re so far, oh stars, it’s here, it’s here, it’s H̸E̸R̴E̴.

The Entity roars, echoing through the valleys. Onwards it creeps, threatening home, threatening life, destroying EVERYTHING. 

The tides are turning, and it’s not in our favor. Every passing day more fall. Every sunset more crops wither and die. Every sunrise The Entity is one step closer to Crysanthos.

Breathless messengers push on through their exhaustion, delivering the word from the Snowhurst summit. The call to arms is posted in every village, every town, every city. Raise your weapons. Rally your armies. It’s now or never. E̷V̷E̶R̸Y̵T̷H̴I̴N̵G̴ ̸I̶S̵ ̴A̵T̶ ̵S̴T̷A̷K̵E̶!̴

BELLACOSTIANS! TO ARMS!

OUR FOOD, OUR HOMES, OUR VERY LIVES ARE IN PERIL!

TO ALL ABLE BODIED LONS, VESPIRES AND URSUKI--

HURRY TO GOLDFAIR. THERE IS NO TIME TO WAIT! THE ENTITY DRAWS EVER CLOSER TO OUR GATES AND IT MUST BE STOPPED WITH ALL DUE HASTE.

SURROUND IT. CONTROL IT. DEFEAT IT.

BE SWIFT. BE STRONG. BE WISE. BE WARY.

D̵O̷ ̵N̴O̴T̶ ̸T̶O̶U̷C̴H̴ ̸T̶H̸E̴ ̸C̶O̸R̶R̸U̷P̷T̸I̶O̵N̴

The time has come to defend your home! The Entiry looms and it threatens EVERYTHING as we now know it-- race to this month’s NEW QUEST and do everything you can for Bellacoste! For the entire month of May, a new quest will run alongside the existing Skyfall event quests: THE ENTITY, CONFRONTED.

All bonuses from the other prompts apply. For every coin your characters would have contributed, a point of DAMAGE will be done to The Entity. In addition, if you have any of your own Tier 3 Knights or Mages in your prompts, ALL DAMAGE WILL BE DOUBLED. Be sure to read the prompt closely to ensure that you understand before you submit!

This prompt can be completed multiple times! Do as much damage as you can, because you can WIN… or you can LOSE.

A new system to track event damage is now in place. Your damage will be rewarded as a currency, and damage from every user will be counted cumulatively against The Entity’s health pool total! The special coins you are granted from doing damage in this prompt are a currency-- you *may* see a use for them soon, so collect them while you can! Get out there and beat this thing!

In addition to our new event quest, two new monthly prompts have been added! Search the skies for familiar stars in Serene Skies, or get your poufs or claws dirty in the garden in The Root of the Problem.

It’s not all corruption and terror though! Ursuki everywhere emerge from their winter hibernations, feel the warm spring air on their fur, open their eyes and see the… well, you already know what’s up there.

Ursuki body types are now represented on our site! Bear has been renamed to Burly, badger has been renamed to Brawny, and introducing an ALL NEW TYPE: BRISTLY!

All three body types are now available to create with your MYO, or swap to with your existing Ursuki! And as with all body types, you can mix features from all three!

That’s not all! Please welcome SPROUTS to our lineup of babies!

Sprout MYO tickets are now available in both the cash and coin shops! In addition, we have added a unique Growth prompt for just Sprouts called Oh! This is New! Explore the world with your new Ursuki!

 

Whether you prefer to play it safe with your new Sprout or plan to dive straight into the fight against The Entity, we hope you enjoy yourself in May! There’s surprises lurking around every corner, so keep your eyes peeled!

 

Sky Fall

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by rhiow

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“Nouvel, you made it,” the ursuki says warmly, approaching the queen and her delegation. Guards stiffen as St. Veti comes closer, but with a flick of her wing Nouvel sets them at ease. She permits the ursuki to come right up to them, his arms wide. She leans into his brief embrace like an old friend would, sighing before she looks up at him.

“In one piece, Veti. Let’s hope we all stay that way. It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

“Indeed it has, your highness. If you’ll come with me, I’ll take you to the others.”

“...They’re already here?” the queen couldn’t disguise her surprise.

“As of a few hours ago, yes. This way,” the ursuki beckons the pouflon delegation onward through snow already muddied by a number of different tracks. At the end of the trail, a vast number of ursuki and vespires already sit, waiting.

“Welcome,” St. Veti spreads his arms, beckoning the gathered pouflons, vespires and ursuki closer. “Thank you for joining me here-- I apologize for the accommodations, I know they’re unsuitable, but time is short.” 

Dignitaries share uneasy glances. An emergency meeting between the denizens of Bellacoste hadn’t been called in years. It had been so long that they’d forgotten how to talk to one another. Long, uncomfortable silence fills the spaces between, and finally one of the queen’s retainers speaks, “Her Majesty Queen Nouvel extends the olive branch. We seek peaceful discussion.”

Vespires stare impassively, the Arbiter looming behind them all. Her head tilts, mouth parting a bit as pneumir wafts out into the open air. After an unpleasant pause, she speaks, “We accept.”

Let the discussion begin.

 

[ Recommended listening. ]

Somelon was pounding on Amaryllis’ door. “Amaryllis! Open up!”

The plucky soothes her ichigato, who yowls and dives under the covers as the knocking grows louder. “Hold on, hold on! Goodness,” Amaryllis calls, staring hard at the shivering lump under her covers before she moves to her door, flinging the top half open.

Kit stood on the other side, glancing over his shoulder. He looks back, balking for a moment when he noticed Amaryllis looking back at him. “Oh, thank the stars! You’re okay.” The other pouflon audibly breathes a sigh of relief.

“...Yes?” Amaryllis murmurs, tilting her head. Her hair flops into her eyes. “Last I checked… Kit, what’s going on?”

“Nothing good. Listen, pack your things, quick. It isn’t safe here. I don’t have time to explain.” The other pouflon stamps his hoof before turning away from the door, looking over the surrounding fields. 

“...Kit?” the alchemist responds, brow furrowed.

“Now… please, Amaryllis, as fast as you can.”

The concern in Kit’s voice drives the urgency home. The other pouflon was always polite, but not one for house calls outside of work. The plucky turns from the door and rushes to gather her things. “Can you tell me anything?” she asks, furtively glancing at the door where Kit still stood.

“Something’s very wrong. Have you seen the sky?” the unicorn glances over his shoulder. “There’s something out there, I don’t know… I’m not sure what it is.” He shifts uneasily as Amaryllis hastily throws food into a knapsack. “Come out when you’re done. You’ll see.”

After some gentle coaxing, Amaryllis pries her ichigato from the bed, carefully nestling it between her wings. “The pippets are scared,” she comments with a frown.

“Yeah,” Kit responds. “They are.”

Something in his tone sparked urgency again, kickstarting Amaryllis out of her house. Knapsack packed and ichigato on her back, she steps out into the sun, allowing her eyes to adjust to the world outside.

Something was… no. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right at all. “Kit?” asks Amaryllis, gazing out over the once lush fields of Goldfair, now swathed with a path of rot. “What…”

“We need to fly. Follow me.”

The plucky glances back at her pippet to make sure it was secure before trotting after Kit, wings unfurling to follow him up into the sky. The damage from above was clearer-- everywhere she looked the sickness spread, green and gold turned brown, black, red. It came so close to her home… too close. 

The land was dying. Everywhere she looked, crops had wilted. The path of destruction weaved this way and that, seemingly having neither rhyme nor reason-- “Kit, what did this? The sky?”

“No,” the other pouflon responds. “To our right-- look. Let’s land, but be careful.”

Something immense was moving below them, spearheading the trail. It’s form shifts under her gaze, hard to pinpoint. The plucky’s heart jumps into her throat again as she follows Kit’s direction, spiraling downward with gentle wingbeats as her ichigato digs claws into her back.

“Kit, are you…” the other pouflon lands lightly on an untouched knoll. “...Sure,” Amaryllis finishes, landing beside him and looking with horror at the seething path of rot to their left. It slips like oil under her vision. It hurt to look at. Worse still was the thing at the end of the trail, cresting the next hill over.

It was more massive than she could comprehend-- several times larger than herself or any other pouflon she’d ever seen. With each step the ground beneath it pulsed, corruption spreading in its wake. “What is that,” exhales Amaryllis.

“Bad news,” Kit responds. The form of the creature shifts before them, a cloud of smaller creatures swarming around it. But something was wrong-- they looked like little pieces, broken off, but... 

“Those are pippets,” Amaryllis gasps, taking a step back in horror. Dozens of them whirled around the giant in Goldfair, shifting uncomfortably over the eyes just like the corruption all around them.

“Look,” says Kit, indicating a patch of disturbed earth nearby. There a melodon lay, breathing labored as the rot creeped across its skin. “There are others like it all over the place… we need to get to Chrysanthos. They have to know about this.”

Amaryllis stares with horror as the melodon writhes, lifting its head to keen weakly at her. Her ichigato stiffens, bristling on her back as she takes a step towards the afflicted creatures. “Can’t we help it…”

“No,” Kit says firmly. “It harms us too.” He pauses. “I’m sorry Amaryllis.”

The plucky continues to stare at the corrupted pippet, eyes welling as it reached out for her before collapsing back down into the grass. It was too much. She forces herself to look away, eyes drawn again to the gargantuan creature on the other hill.

Then her ichigato digs its claws in hard, a fearful yowl stirring in its throat. The swarm around the creature breaks apart suddenly as its head whips around towards them. Amaryllis freezes as her pippet continues to scream.

“Fly, Amaryllis, go! GO NOW!” shouts Kit, ramming her with his head when she didn’t respond. “FLY NOW!”

Shaken, the plucky snaps around, and the pair launch back into the sky as the Entity roars, sound cut with static.

This was bad. Really bad.

The Skyfall event is now live! This is PART ONE of the event-- there will be more to come! A number of special quests are now available-- and they have special rewards. Be sure to read each carefully!

Players who participate in at least THREE PROMPTS from PART ONE will be eligible for a big prize in Part Two. No spoilers, but you want to get in on this!

There are a number of rewards associated with these quests that are unique and will never be handed out again-- introducing TITLES, a new system that will tag your character with a special title for participating in specific events. These are cosmetic, think of them as a badge of honor that says “I was here!”.

All over Bellacoste, it’s denizens are in need of help. Will you stand behind Perth in Chrysanthos? Is your mage already researching the crack in the sky? Perhaps you attended the diplomatic meeting between world leaders? Or maybe your calling is to help with the problem in Goldfair… but beware:

D̵O̷ ̵N̴O̴T̶ ̸T̶O̶U̷C̴H̴ ̸T̶H̸E̴ ̸C̶O̸R̶R̸U̷P̷T̸I̶O̵N̴

Characters that directly interact with the corrupted ground or the Entity will become CORRUPTED, and will remain so until they are CLEANSED by another party (an NPC, another player character, or another character of your own). CORRUPTED characters are unable to use their magic and for all intents and purposes lose their sense of self. TREAD CAREFULLY!

Bellacoste needs your help! The time is now! Get out there, everylon!

Stolen Sky

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by rhiow
 
“Hold,” instructs the Obrille barracks commander. A row of archers remain steely as vespires soar en masse over the town, arrows nocked and ready to fly. The Ancient, above them all, nearly obscured the crack, if only for a moment.
 
 
Nothing like this had happened since the great war-- an Ancient this close to Obrille was unheard of. Trained eyes follow the path, plan the trajectory-- hold… hold… hold… relax. The shadows pass over and continue on. A breath of relief passes through the crowd as the commander gives the all clear.
 
They’re only passing through.
 
 
 
“Hell above!” a Goldfair farmer exclaims, gesturing frantically at the crater in the middle of his field. “What am I supposed to do about this? It’s too late to sow another harvest, and this won’t yield nearly enough!”
 
The other farmers nod and murmur sympathetically. Avalon bumps shoulders with the afflicted pouflon companionably. “Now, we won’t let ya starve, so don’tcha worry. Let’s take a look at the big ol’ smoking thing, see if we can salvage anything.”
 
The group tentatively picks their way through the ruined field, closer to the smoldering crater at its center. The others chattered amongst themselves as Avalon rolled a bit of hay in her mouth, doing her best to smile. They’d take care of each other, alright, but that didn’t mean they were okay.
 
The crater was about the size of a barn. Heat still rolled off it as if impact had happened moments ago, when in reality it had been there for several hours. The farmers inch forward, peering down with trepidation at the contents…
 
...And there’s nothing there. Aside from charred dirt and smoke, nothing. Avalon’s brows furrow as the others stare. The chatter begins again, incredulous this time. What could have created a hole this size? Had it burned up already? What were they supposed to do now?
 
“I’ll check it out,” Avalon volunteers after a few minutes of bickering. “Go get a wheelbarrow, we’ll get what we can out and then fill this sucker up for ya.”
 
The headstrong plucky was already picking her way carefully down the crumbling slope as the group dispersed, each returning home for the necessary tools. It was hot as hell in the crater, and it stank too, like char and sulfur. “Be careful,” one of the others called before retreating from the lip.
 
“I’m always careful,” Avalon cheerfully shouts over her shoulder before delving into the smoke.
 
By the time the other farmers returned, the smoke had nearly cleared.
 
And Avalon was gone.
 
 
 
 
On the far coast of the Ebony Wreath, a treasure hunter follows the lines in the sky to their logical end. He’d been tracking it since the night before. Something had fallen here, he was absolutely sure of it.
 
Oh, others had gathered in Banelaire. They flocked as one because they were unsure, edgy, afraid. Not Axel. He’d be the one to solve this-- he was absolutely sure of it. Was it for glory? Prestige? Simply putting things back how he found them? Ha! It’s for the thrill of it, don’t you see? Ancient history was fascinating, but this moment would be history soon enough, and Axel planned to make sure he was part of it.
 
“It has to be around here somewhere,” the vespire mutters to himself, scanning the shore for what felt like the hundredth time. “I know it’s here…”
 
The vespire grumbles, rising on a gust of wind before angling himself down. Perhaps a closer look-- it should have created a crater, but he hadn’t seen anything of the sort. When stars fell, they always left a mess…
 
Wait! Something glimmering! He banks hard, circling the area as he descends. A part of the shore flashes intermittently, drawing him in like a lighthouse
 
He lands lightly on the sand, reorienting himself and searching for the object. It was right here, where…
 
“Ah, there you are…” the vespire almost purrs, tail coiling as he approaches a gleam on the sand. The closer he gets, the harder it is to perceive-- and it was no wonder he hadn’t recognized it before. Like a bit of glass, but so much flatter. It almost had no substance at all.
 
Axel stands over the piece of sky, looking deep into clouds where they didn’t belong. He can’t wrap his mind around it, something with depth but no mass. It reflects the weather above, seemingly so fragile that a breath might disturb it.
 
“Amazing…” the vespire exhales, craning his head up to look at the sky, then back down again. Like a mirror, but with no end. Hesitatingly, he reaches out a claw to grasp it…
 
And he disappears.
 
The tide rolls in, swallowing the prints he’d left on the sand.

The Night The Sky Fell

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by rhiow

[ Read Part One? ]

The night the sky fell, nobody could go back to sleep.

[ Recommended listening. ]

All over Bellacoste, eyes turned upwards. The crack spread from horizon to horizon, glittering like a spungus web heavy with dew. Awe, fear, confusion-- homes have emptied and streets have filled. Questions asked with no answer to be found. What happened? Who did this? Are we safe? What happens next? A cacophony without end.

Scholars gather in their studies, packed wall to wall.  Small families huddle in small towns, holding onto those that matter most. Farmers behold their crops washed in eerie light, banding together and journeying towards a smoldering crater in the middle of Goldfair’s acres. In the palace throne room, weary eyed guards recount to the queen what they saw, moment by moment.

St. Veti returns to his burrow and fumbles to light a lantern. By that flickering light he begins to write. One letter. Two letters. Many more, besides. The hours tick by and just before dawn, the ursuki bows his head, gathering up scrolls sealed with wax.

Back in the open air, he casts them up one by one. The scrolls spin as he throws them, winking out with a twinkle of blue magic.

Now all he could do was wait.

“A letter for you, your Majesty,” a steward bows before Queen Nouvel, just moments after dawn. The queen turns heavily lidded eyes towards the scroll presented to her, tied with ribbon. The seal was familiar.

“Thank you. Go get some rest,” Nouvel responds, taking the scroll and breaking the seal. She wouldn’t have expected it from him, not so fast. The sky fall had been so traumatic it had roused hibernating ursuki from their dens?

“To Her Majesty, Queen Nouvel--

Forgive me for speaking plainly, for you know I am a humble servant to Bellacoste.

Last night’s unprecedented events have left our home shaken. I believe there is much to discuss between your people and my own. I have invited delegates from all over Bellacoste to come to Snowhurst as quickly as possible.

I hope you will be among them. It’s been so long since we had time to catch up. I’m only sorry it’s for circumstances like these.

Yours,

Veti”

The Queen reads the letter once, twice. She shuts her eyes, takes a deep breath, and calls quietly, “Quincy? Prepare a response. Let St. Veti know we will be with him as soon as possible.”

The messenger was already pulling pen and paper out of her bag. “Yes, Queeny. Anything else?”

“Fly as fast as you can to his burrow. That will be all. Thank you, Quincy.”

The smaller pouflon nods, quickly taking down the Queen’s note before bundling the paper back into her bag. She bumps shoulders with the princess on her way out. “See ya soon, Fi.”

“Nouvel, you can’t be serious. I will not be staying here while you go halfway across the world!”

In the queen’s chambers, the captain of the royal guard paces from wall to wall. “What if something happens to you? I’m sorry, but I cannot follow this order. We have no idea what’s happening, please at least give the mages time to piece together if this was a spell, or--”

“Perth,” the queen says quietly, turning from her packing to smile wearily at the other pouflon. “That’s precisely why I need you here. You’re the only one I trust to do this in my stead.”

The knight moves closer, lowering her head and gritting her teeth. “Nouvel, one of my seconds could easily hold down the fort here. I cannot let you leave without me.”

Nouvel sighs, turning fully to face the irate Queensguard. “But you must. Please don’t make me say it again, Perth…”

“...I can’t,” the knight responds, staring at the curling corner of the rug. “I can’t let you do this Nouvel.”

“Perth.” the queen interjects, more firmly. “You are to remain here. I need you to organize the mage tower and get research started immediately. More importantly, I need you here to protect Fiorel.”

“But--”

“That’s an order, Perth.”

“...Yes. Your Majesty.”

 

Deep beneath Banelaire, Azariah the Arbiter reads the missive before setting it delicately on the stairs leading to the Lucid Altar. She had led the morning song not long ago, soothing those that came to her in worry, in fear. “Winter’s saint wishes for diplomacy,” she reports to her attendants, running her claws over the scroll.

“Arbiter?” asks one of her attendants. The Ancient looks down at him, expression unreadable. “Do you trust him?”

The vespire ruminates, pneumir wisping around her mouth. “St. Veti has never made an enemy of us. We cannot say the same of those he would have us meet with. However…”

She pulls the scroll open again, delicately. “I do not think we have much of a choice. Call in the Stratas, I will want to speak with them as soon as I return.”

The attendant nods, turning and singing the order through the bowels of Banelaire. It spreads, resonating, throughout the city. Fliers dispatch into the Ebony Wreath to carry the message to the far flung reaches.

“Prepare a small group to accompany me,” the Arbiter instructs a smaller, auburn haired vespire. “We fly for Snowhurst as soon as we’re able.”

 

It's Three Past Midnight

Posted 1 year ago :: Last edited 1 year ago by pixdoodles

It's three past midnight.

[ Recommended listening. ]

Bellacoste is quiet. Fog rolls into Obrille from the Ebony Wreath. Small amphibians croak in Marshgrave. A storm brews off the coast of Citremery. Light snow falls in Snowhurst. The world sleeps.

And it dreams. It’s five past midnight.

Wall guards call the minutes in Chrysanthos. Five past midnight, all is well. A new family rests after a busy day in Fluorspar. Summer’s harvest has begun to sprout in Goldfair. Six past midnight, all is well.

Roseacre socialites retire for the evening. Night owls study their texts in Riddlelock. In Asterfall, a sleepy mage wipes his eyes before turning them back to the sky. It’s six and a half past midnight. The storm off Citremery’s coast rumbles. Obrille is swallowed by fog.

It’s seven past midnight. All over Bellacoste, it’s denizens sink into the quiet, a deep ache pulling at their teeth. Orphans in Chrysanthos, in Banelaire wake at once, alarmed, unable to go back to sleep. Caretakers rush to care for the fussy children, but they can feel the sensation as well. A building pressure.

It’s eight past midnight. The queen comforts her daughter. “Mom?” the princess asks. “I know, Fi, I feel it too,” Nouvel murmurs, pulling the child closer to her. Beyond their room the others living in the palace felt the same. Pressure, like static between their teeth.

It’s nine past midnight. Amaryllis’ Ichigato bounces off the walls of her cabin, eyes wide as it knocks over a kettle, so startled it bolts under her bed to hide. The sleepy pouflon opens her eyes, heart stuck in her throat.

Vespires all over Banelaire wake, disquieted, shuffling into the streets. Song starts with one, spreading throughout the city as more emerge, joining the chorus to comfort themselves and others. The wind whispers accompaniment, and almost as one, they turn their eyes to the sky peeking through the crags.

Deep in a Snowhurst den, the patron saint of winter awakens from his spring hibernation. The pressure builds, the static almost like a roar. Groggy, the ursuki braces himself against his burrow, emerging into the snow.

It’s ten past midnight. At once, the pressure abruptly stops. All across Bellacoste a sound like crackling ice or tinkling glass echoes. The sleepy mage watches from his tower, jolting back from his telescope as if bitten.

It’s eleven past midnight. The sky, clear, swallowed  by storm, obscured by fog, swirling with snow…

It fractures. A hairline crack works its way from the horizon upwards, splintery silk that shimmers only from the right angle. The pressure builds again and children cry all over the world as the fracture crackles and splits.

It’s twelve past midnight and Bellacoste no longer sleeps. The crack in the sky spreads rapidly, the looking glass shattered. Then, as abruptly as it began, it stops.

It’s ten past three past midnight. Guards shout to one another. The princess buries her head in the queen’s ruff. The vespires stop singing. St. Veti stares past the night’s colors into the beyond. Nothing was the same.

The sky was coming down.