Black Clover RP is an intermediate AU roleplay site set generations after the happenings of the Black Clover Manga/Anime.
The events of this site are entirely non-canon compared to real lore surrounding the manga;
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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on Apr 20, 2019 16:10:19 GMT -5
Ahh this was no good. No good. No good at all. Windy paced back and forth in her room, Shoes padding the stonework as she had her arms crossed in front of her. The Purple Orca cloak draped over her shoulders. The Vice Captain had given her the day off since she just arrived yesterday and she wasn't in the rotation for assignments yet. A day off. A day with no work. That sounded fun in theory but what was she even to do? She had already cleaned and reorganized her room. She went to wash a window or ten, but the wizards there just told her to stay out of the way. She had been all over he castle trying to find something to do.
She was told she didn't have work today at 8 am. As she flopped onto the mattress they referred to as a bed, she screamed into her pillow. She needed to work, she needed to do something. The fifteen year old girl had never known a quiet day of no work in her memorable life. after a good bout of screaming, she rolled over and looked out the window. Surely the day has passed by and there is something for her to do. She just needed it to be afternoon. Heck it might even be early evening by now. She could tell Jett that she gave resting an honest try, but she needed to do SOMETHING. So what time was it....
830 am. The red head let out a high pitched scream in frustration that rang through the air before she fell back from her bad and hard to the floor. She was going to die. This...this is the Abyss. She was going to spend eternity in her room, doing nothing. Not working. Not being of use. Just rotting away. Magic is a curse. She should have stayed at sea. Maybe there was a lifeboat in the nearby town. She could sail out to sea. If not she could make one. Then she can row until she found the fleet again. All day. Working all day. Hoisting the sails. Swabbing the deck. She would even take barnacle duty. For the Love of the Masthead. Please let her do SOMETHING!
Post by Willow Omens❂ on Apr 23, 2019 22:50:13 GMT -5
Willow was on a day's break, as he was frequently in this lull during the war times. What was he going to do? Well, he was going to head to the various bases around the country and invite all of the vice captains out drinking. Seeing how no one in his squad would come with him for some reason, something about being the Bottomless Well or something, he wanted to go drinking with his peers, most of whom were his friends on a personal level! So, first was Jett. A man he was acquainted with and had known since his younger years of just starting out. They worked together to save the country once before! He considered Jett a brother.
He came in his normal civilian attire. His cloak draped over his shoulder, the fuzzy Azure Deer garment tacked with the badge identifying him as a Lieutenant. He didn't need to wear it normally, not when so many people in the country recognized him by looks alone. It was hard to not be in the spotlight, when you have fame under your belt, a unique hair color, and only one eye left. Yeah, wearing an eye patch with slicked back orange hair made you stand out, it was a pretty easy to make descriptor.
As he approached the purple orca base, he was allowed in, "Thank you very much, is Jett in today? I would like to speak with him." They responded that he wasn't around at the moment, but they would have thought Willow was here to visit someone that might be a relative of his! A relative? Oh?
He had started up a town recently, grew it from the ground up to be honest, and made it in to a refugee camp for his people, anyone from Old Haven could come to New Haven, make a new home for themselves. A lot of them didn't trust the magic knights outright, he was pretty sure he would be the only Havenite that would ever be a magic knight, but, here he was, eating his own thoughts! Happy at the turn of events, he would see himself in, and look to meet this fellow orange haired warrior.
On Windy's door, there would be a knock, followed by some words, "Windy, Vice Captain Omens is here to see you!" The voice would say, And, the info was clear, there was only one Vice Captain Omens, and one Omens that was known to Havenites, the one that gave them New Haven, Willow. He was waiting in the main lobby of the order, sitting back with some tea as he waited for WIndy to come see him.
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on Apr 25, 2019 8:04:59 GMT -5
There are three things in this universe one should never ever do. Spit in the face of the Wizard King, threaten powerful lightning mages by screaming into the aether, and standing on the other side of an outward swinging door when you tell an energetic teenage Havenite who has gone out of her mind with boredom that Chief Omen wants to speak to them. These things never end well for the person. In this case instead of a lightning bolt out of the clear blue or the disintergration of a major saliva producing limb, the poor Orca Wizard got a hundred pound door slammed in his face as the ed head came barreling out of her room. Even if she had never had a visitor, ever, she knew where Visitors to the fortress orca stayed while they wait. Windy dashed full speed through the castle halls on a set course for the main lobby.
Several Orca wizards used defensive barriers to avoid getting steam rolled, others ducked or dived for safety, others tried screaming. But that didn't work. When a barrier came in front of her she would side step it, jump over it, slide under it. When she got to the spiral staircase to lead down to the lobby, instead of slowly taking stairs and risking crashing into someone, she leapt on the railing and slid all the way down before tucking and rolling, ending in a standing attention at the edge of main area. Her posture perfectly straight at attention. She was slowed, she was diverted, but never once did she stop. "Junior Rank 5 Wizard Windy Bane of New Haven reporting as requested Chief Willow Omen!" There was a slight sheen to her face from the running and a bit of red cheeks as she met possibly the fourth person she ever considered her hero and the only of them actually alive to be starstruck by. "Shama shana Kashki. U'ti meporajyaka pewa putina u'ti sana'ne nanatolo pi'ti!" As she caught sight of a few orcas who had stopped and stared at her, her red face went a little brighter and full coverage. She had not even spoken in the native tongue since coming here. Now she must seem brain damaged to them. Good thing the Vice Captain's Daughter wasn't here again.
WC:376+384=760 Translation: Captain's Beard. I never dreamed I would get the chance to meet you!
Post by Willow Omens❂ on Apr 29, 2019 23:28:10 GMT -5
When Misty came down, Willow was just sitting there, staring at the eye that he used as a replacement. A prosthetic more or less, enchanted to act like the real thing when he put it on under that eye patch he wore. The sash of cloth lying on the table at the moment. It wasn't until the girl spoke to him that he looked up, grabbing that sash so that he could tie it off around his head, covering up his eye once more. She might have noticed how it was more or less sewn shut, keeping it from getting particulate or anything in to the socket. Misty would know though the story of how Willow had saved the entire country with four friends, only to slay three of his others.
It was a story about how he had gone against his own people, ones that wanted to bring The Country in to the world of the living, but, he slew them all. And lost three of the allies he brought in that fight. One had come back from a coma, but, the other two were unaccounted for. He was saddened by this, but, he didn't show it. In fact, he was smiling. When Misty came and spoke to him, he just responded in the same language, translated for the reader's ease! "You can settle down dear, I'm not going to be asking for that vim and vigor of rank and file all the time." He would stand up. The faded scars criss crossing over his arms apparent. And the deep scars across his cheeks and nose tattooed over with ink clear as day.
He had gone through a lot. Havenites were known to fight together. Taking down large foes as a team. In the ten years he had been on his own, he was on his own. That wasn't an exaggeration. He relied on the magic he developed to supplement the lack of teammates. It showed, all the little mistakes he wore on his body, refusing to have them restored, as that would be an insult to The Country.
"And by the Shiphand's Callous, I never thought I'd see someone else from Haven in the magic knights." He would say in their chaotic language, sticking a hand out, wanting her to take it and shake it. If she did or didn't, he would sit back down, and motion for her to sit down. "I'm actually glad I found you here, I wanted to ask you something." He was speaking normally now.
"You know how bull headed our people can be. And I know they won't take the word of mouth of either of us to see about joining the knights. They'd rather stick to themselves. But, we won't get anywhere with relations one way or the other if neither side will come to the other. So, I have an idea, but, it would require a bit of a gambit." He would lean forward, forming a finger pyramid in front of his face, wanting to see if Misty was interested in sharing ideas, or if she wanted to talk normally. He was happy to talk with someone from Haven in the old language, to be quite honest, he needed to take a break from working himself to the bone with his magic knight career and trying to be the middle man between New Haven and Clover.
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on May 5, 2019 9:25:52 GMT -5
Geeze what was it with these Vice Captains who wanted her to calm down? That was hiding a bit of herself and she didn't have it to not be her. When he extended his hand she promptly stepped closer and shook it with a smile. After being offered a seat, she carefully sat down. These plush furnishings. Gah Flowers didn't know how to keep thier spines strong. Padding for the rear and the back? Give her the railing of a ship over these 'sofas' any day. Even during dinner last night, she ate while sitting in a window sill, looking over the entire guild. She wanted to see what they were like and the elevated position reminded her of the mast at home.
While Chief Willow had reverted back to "Flower Speech", Windy would stay in the |Chao language|. It took a lot of energy and thought process to translate into this new language. She only hoped he did not mind. |I think I know where you are going with this Chief. But do you think New haven could survive all ten Vice Captains firing magic off at each other in a grand spectacle?| Windy had given quite a bit of thought on how to reach the others who were younger than herself in New Haven. There was at least another six months before the next one was old enough to attempt the Grimoire Ceremony. And she didn't know how often those ceremonies took place.
Post by Willow Omens❂ on May 9, 2019 2:45:40 GMT -5
Willow snickered at first, finding it quaint she still acted like the wild nature of his people. He was proud of that. The way he tilted his head just slightly while he smiled at her, happy to speak with her like this, he would stick to the Clover Common than the Chaos Language. "Ha, well, as much fun as that would be, I was thinking something else. Maybe we could start small, offer the sport to those that are weaker, under the guise that they would be training. See if they like the new training program, and tell them how to pick it up in a recreational sense."
He spoke while sitting forward, resting his elbows upon his knees, fingers folded in to a neat little pyramid while he talked to her about it, referring, of course, to the Pyre Rites, they needed a better name for the sport, Windy was quite the girl to help him with this. In the time he had spent here in Clover, it was clear, despite his strength, he was much more mellowed out, or, broken? No, not broken. He was a proud warrior still, he had just, become a little different, it was hard to say.
Willow of the past was just like Windy, ten years ago, he acted just the same as her, almost exactly. But, he had to go through a lot, for the sake of his people. It was clear to see. The number of wounds he carried on his person, but, what people couldn't see, was the wounds left on his heart. He slew people, that much was certain, but, many didn't know he, by his own hand, had slain three of the closest friends he grew up with. Three people from his caravan. Three people that were closer than family to him. It was either put them down, or let them take over the country with a grand ritual.
"I'd like to ask you for some help as well. I would like to redo the rules of the game. Make them easier to follow, but, keep true to our ways, so that our people will still acknowledge it. I would like to go on this upbringing just to make sure that Havenites and Clovers can associate with each other on the same field. Nothing better than a sport of combat to get you to become friendly with others. Whether on the same team or the other team, no?"
Post by Windy Bane of New Haven on May 13, 2019 1:46:54 GMT -5
So Chief Willow wanted her help make the Sport popular with the Kingdom of Clover and bring Magical Interest to the Havenites. Mana Beast Bone Mask. Brightly colored robes. Two Teams of Three. Z Shaped Field. Ball floating in the center. Two massive fire pits. Only one person in motion with the ball. Opposing team can move everyone. Eight Roles. Tower, Nature, Beast, Bird, Primordial. Demon. Thresher. Bug. As the hamster started to turn the wheel in her head, she muttered out in chao exactly as she thought. |While Flowers have massive resources they don’t like disposing of things. So burning up balls each time would be a no. We can maybe switch it up to a basket. Balls could be reused then. To add a bit of difficulty and fit it to Flower style of combat, we can make it four who are allowed Magic and four who aren’t. Same responsibilities for each role, just four can use magic, regardless of which role. If we went into an exhibition of games to garner interest, we can have each Squad field a team, setting one person into each role, but only choosing three to field at a time. Each game to three points would be a round. First team with two wins is the winner. Maybe we can call it GrimBall?|
There were several orcas in the area looking on as she rambled off her thoughts. One came running down the staircase with a medical bag. But stopped when they saw her looking at them in confusion. For the others, she sounded like she was having a seizure with the constant barrage in her native language. When one was walking cautiously over to her with a brown bottle of medicine, the red-haired girl leapt over from her seat next to Chief Willow. The Orca Wizard stopped with a look that guessed she was okay and dispersed the crowd. Her voice shifted to the Clover common. Her voice slower than when she was speaking in Chao. “Is...that why you speak this language?” This was the first time she felt frightened since coming on land. Not because of Mana beast, Wizards, Grimoires, or crystals sticking out of her arm. But that she would be forced to speak in Common, even with other Havenites.
Post by Willow Omens❂ on May 14, 2019 22:21:24 GMT -5
Willow was known to be one of the most amicable people in the entire country, peaceful to a fault, though, he had a reputation, rumors, whispers of the dark nature behind that gentle smile. People often felt a deathly chill down their spines as they spoke to him. Like they were speaking to someone who had been through the gates of hell and came back with a reaper's cloak under new employment. Of course, that wasn't the case here, at least, talking with other Havenites.
He just chuckled a little as she suggested not burning the ball. "That said, I want to consider other options, to be honest, we could do with modernizing the game. Though, maybe enchanting the pyre pit and the ball so that as the ball is thrown in, it is teleported back to the center of the arena. I do like your idea though. One team from each squad, and a team for the citizens, maybe three. We would do well to make it inclusive to all, no? Therefore, some magic inhibition on those that are naturally stronger than the common folk." He ruminated while sitting back in his chair.
"What made you choose Grim Ball? It's an interesting name that stands out." He asked as the medic was coming down the stairs. There was one thing that shouldn't really be done around WIllow normally, and that was assume anything of his culture, let alone his language. Windy would see it, that look he shot the medic. The one eye he had looking dead at the man, the pupil contracted, and his brow furrowed.As if daring the man to ask if Windy was alright.
Turning back to her as the man walked away, he would nod and sigh, "Unfortunately, Chaos Language isn't easily understood, or taught. It was much easier to pick up the language here." he would look back up at Windy, and return back to normal. "How about we go outside and practice with the ball a bit while we discuss things more?"