Homestead Members:

@Azzure Solace | @Violence Bloodthorn | @Mamori Anezaki | @Ara Villa | @Mahlioz Evethisawe

Sprawling across the great mountains that towered over Tenūsa lay the most magical structures the isle had to offer. They were not just mere feats against gravity and physics but symbolic of the ever growing understanding of the island folk. They knew that tradition was important, and they would never forget, but acknowledging and respecting the past does not require binding yourself to it. No the Isle and its inhabitants were always looking to grow, to thrive. So while many of the older structures still sprawled across the jungle floor, these marvels carved into rock and crossed the expanses of the sky while never taking away from the natural beauty of the place.

One would think up so high that roots could not reach, that the rot that was beginning to engulf the jungle floor would be a distant problem. Such beliefs would be quickly realised as foolish. Everything in this island was connected. Being made out of magic itself many believed the island to be alive in a sense, and as such each and every part of it was one and the same. Much like a body, the infection could spread no matter the initial cut. This disease that was claiming the ancient haven seemed to be intelligent enough to use that magic, to guide it to where it wished to be. To guide it to the creatures it wished to take, and as such from the draping vines and tunnelled pockets their inky ichor appeared ready to strike.[

One would think that with the overwhelming prowess and magical talent comprised within this room that they would be safe from any wondering foes. But that was exactly what the entity wanted them to think. Roll: 1 The writhing mass of black inky vines did not burrow its way in, did not cause any sound to shatter through the walls but slunk like snakes silent, predatory. It did not choose to cause alarm until it had taken its time to ensure it would succeed. Such sentience was alarming to say the least but the alarm would come all too late for these unsuspecting few. As the dark strands covered across their bodies they did not begin to tighten until each of them was at least partially covered. Then it began to constrict and bind, shocking the group awake they would find themselves unable to move anything below the hip completely trapped under the coagulating tendrils. They were not trapped yet, but if they did not act quickly, it was only a matter of time.

Moderation Note: All of you are considered restrained. You cannot move your lower body without succeeding a strength save or attempting another way.

Banner by: Violence Bloodthorn	OUTFIT
Dialogue: #696969, thoughts	GLASSES
| sta: 7 |eva: 9 |str: 5 | wis: 5 |arc: 6 |acc: 8 |	WC: 551
@Violence Bloodthorn | @Mamori Anezaki | @Ara Villa | @Mahlioz Evethisawe |
Action: Clawing at the vines trying to break out by force

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In all honesty, Azzure didn’t have a true reason to come to the Tenusa homestead. But when it came up in conversation, she couldn't help but feel like it would be a nice change of pace from the overwhelming city. Azzure liked thinking optimistically. She didn't find that obsessing over negative what-if's had done her any good.The moment she reconciled with Violence her whole outlook on the world changed to be more... bright. So when she heard who she'll be roommates with she was overjoyed that she knew most of the people on the list. And the addition of a new person was exiting, in many cases, this was a personal assessment of how much her people skills have changed since the start of the holidays. The moment she came to Tenusa the humid air hit her like a truck. The rainforest reminded her of the sea by her house in Wales. And although Azzure never physically been to the beach or the ocean for that matter. The smell of humidity was a nice break from the cold wetnessof London and Paris. It felt like a detox. Something to bring her back to reality. Night fell fast over the mountains of Tenusa. And in no time, Azzure found herself on the balcony, draping her hands open the railing as she watched the fireflies dance around in the sky— backdropped by the bright shine of stars, clear as the day without city smog getting in the way. From the position of the high houses she could practically see the whole world. Although the night covered most of the land in darkness, it felt nice knowing that the air was fresh, and the only eavesdroppers in sight were the bugs eating the foliage. The albino was so deeply entranced by the peacefulness she could swear that she’d be able to settle down here in the future, away from the expectations of being an heir or the talk and chatter of everyday life. Azzure yawned, sleep catching up to her. A part of her didn't want to go inside just yet. She wanted to stay and stargaze just a little longer. But it was was undeniable that she could barely keep her eyes open. Azzure forced herself out of her slump despite her whole body protesting. But when she turned to move, a slimy tendril wrapped around her leg, making Azzure trip and fall on her knees, the impact reverberating through her bones. “The fuck?” The black tendrils climbed up her body till they engulfed her lower half, stopping her from getting up. Then she saw them worm their way inside the house and immediately something in Azzure snapped. Her confusion gave way to the sharp knife of concern and protectiveness for her friends. “Wake up! Something's wrong” Azzure shouted as she tried to pry the vines away from her body only for them to tighten even more, causing her upper body to fall forward hunching over the floor as she could do nothing but watch as the vines spread inside the house, searching for her friends. But for as long as her upper body wasn't paralyzed, she'd continue to claw at the vines, she wasn't about to pass up on the action by being outside the damn house. She had to get to Violence. Azzure looked around to the other high houses near them, trying to find someone who is able to help. But the same black vines climbed up the barks of their trees, ensnaring them as well. “What the hell is happening?”

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𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

I. II. III. IV.

sta 9 | eva 10 | str 4 | wis 11 | arc 9 | acc 11

wandmaker (5% auto-dodge) | perfectionist | calming presence (allies: homestead members) | spell spread

january 4 2025 | early early morning banner by violence :D Reducio @ara villa @azzure solace @mamori anezaki @violence bloodthorn Reducio action: casting Relashio at the weird tentacle things

english | french | thoughts gif by ava winchect Reducio outfit: pyjamas Reducio ooc note: idk how the heck this got so long uh. this isnt 1k whaaat

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Only a complete idiot would turn down a free trip to a warm southern island right after Christmas break. What kind of masochist voluntarily stays in the Scottish Highlands with the ghosts and whatever professors drew the short straw? To savor the extra helping of bone-chilling cold? To tackle a mountain of holiday assignments in complete isolation? To further ruin their taste buds with Britain's proudest culinary achievement — bland everything? Or maybe they had some rare condition where accepting free things caused them physical pain? Mamori, being neither masochistic nor allergic to good fortune, naturally joined the exodus to Tenusa. His single-digit count of previous school trip had always been flavored in some way by a medical emergency. The only saving grace was that no one actually died. These were elite schools with elite medical staff who could pull students back from death's door even with just a mere centimeter between them and the afterlife. Besides, Mamori liked his odds. He was a gambling man with a strong faith in his own ability to avoid mishaps, and so far, this year had been good to him. Contrary to the infamous episode of vomiting black liquid and spending days flat on his back in the hospital wing, this school year had been remarkably incident-free. That streak was bound to continue. Absolutely bound to. The trip presented itself without immediate catastrophe. His roommates operated in the range of "sports acquaintances" to "actually quite familiar faces", which means no strangers, no awkward introductions, and significantly less reason to mind his manners. The feast hit every right note, and the hot springs in the High Houses soothed his muscles, whereas the warm humid climate kept his skin happy enough that he could even reduce the use of his skin care products. The elevated room's view bordered on excessive, with air quality to match. Feeling exceptionally good about life, Mamori had thrown on a short-sleeved shirt and crawled into bed earlier than usual, really looking forward to the next day. Which was exactly when he made the rookie mistake of lowering his guard. The pink-haired badger woke to yelling. Azzure and Mahlioz were making enough noise to wake the dead, which would've been more concerning if Mamori hadn't immediately noticed the black tendrils coiling around his lower body, pinning him in place. Ah. Here it is. This must be the mandatory near-death experience portion of the inter-school exchange program, just as expected. "AHHHHHHHHH" Being a team player, Mamori contributed his own high pitched G5 screech to the symphony of chaos, ensuring absolutely everyone in the vicinity was wide awake. Only at that moment, he began to look for his wand which a brief glance revealed had been thrown on top of his trunk post-shower... because of course it was. He made one token attempt to reach for it, arm stretching forward only to be pathetically short by about twenty centimeters. After a short moment to consider this spatial tragedy, he gave up on the plan altogether. Mentally berating himself for devolving into an absolute meathead, Mamori decided to embrace his inner jock and attempt to muscle his way out of the tendrils' grasp.

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𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 attempting to break free through sheer brute force 𝑡𝑎𝑔 @Azzure Solace @Violence Bloodthorn @Mahlioz Evethisawe @Ara Villa 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑠 sta. 5 | eva. 10 | str. 5 | wis. 7 | arc. 3 | acc. 10 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 Non-Human Enthusiast | Foulplay 𝑜𝑜𝑐 xD──────────────────────────────────

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MODERATION

To say that the immediate reaction of this particular high house had been logical and reserved would be a plain faced lie. In fact the majority of the reactions had been nothing short of theatrical, with screaming, terror and frantic chaos utterly seizing the room until the ever bright and cheery @Ara Villa thankfully asked the mostly younger cohort to pull their heads out of their asses and realise they weren't dead.

Of course one might argue that the others had simply been scared as second years who had not yet experienced the full display of Hogwarts cruelty would likely be. Still Ms Villa was not one for softness, and she certainly hadn't the time for weakness, after all she was a duellist and she was more than determined to get herself out of this situation without banshee wails. As her opposite, the far more compassionate @Mahlioz Evethisawe decided instead to warn her comrades, than besmirch them for their terror. With a great knowledge of the dangers school presented and a sanity that almost wished she had never accepted her place there she readied her wand and using a most excellent spell managed to release herself entirely from the wicked grasp of this plant.

Yet she was not the only one, and although the others took different approaches to the solution, most would fair splendidly. @Azzure Solace proved heartily what it meant to be a Gryffindor as she channelled not only the spirit of the houses brave nature but the ferocity of the lions claws ripping the vines off as they constricted her. Ms Villa, having made her feeling clear decimated the plants around her with a slicing technique Professor Toussaint would have been proud of and Hanako would've undoubtedly failed at producing.

Still not all were so lucky and in saving herself @Violence Bloodthorn endangered another. While the others focused on themselves, Violence attempted something that could have helped them all and surely it had, as many of the plant life scuttered away from the blinding light burning from her wand. Still this entity was not as unintelligent as it looked, and in the retreat of the light it bound harder around @Mamori Anezaki preventing their escape and dragging them closer to the balcony of which it wishes to drag him off. The others would be caught in the blinding light all too focused on their own escapes to shield their eyes that they would not notice as Mamori's mouth became covered by vines and muffled screams went silent.

If they didn't recover their eyesight quickly Mamori would be taken, but losing the light would put them all at further risk. So the question was simple, who's lives were worth more?

Rolls:

Reducio

All castings were successes.
Contested strength against Azzure - 23 vs 11 - success
Contested strength against Mamori - 17 vs 25 - failure
Violence casts lumos duo successfully but blinds the others in the process - 1d20 (3)

FINAL MODERATION OF PART ONE
Standing in for Lawrence in this moderation round to end part 1 of the event!

There were five people in this high house, and yet, not a single movement from any. @Azzure Solace, @Ara Villa, and @Mahlioz Evethisawe were seemingly still blinded by their roommate @Violence Bloodthorn's previous spellcasting, while another one of their fellow high house residents, @Mamori Anezaki, was dragged away by the malicious vines.

Mamori was gone, but the four left standing were free to leave as they wished, their vision returning, because as if satisfied with their kidnapped charge, the vines shrunk back into nothingness and vanished seemingly into thin air. Perhaps the group could proceed to part two and meet up with the other residents of the High Houses...

Rolls:

Reducio

No actions.