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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
Near the Guardian Tree, people gather about to decorate the entire forest, bringing it to life in these winter months with color. Children can be found playing freely in the forests. There are various vendors to buy these decorations, so grab a friend and have some fun! Don't forget to check out the caroling and dancing rituals around the tree to bring good luck!
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Of all the festivities that happened around the Yule season adorning the tree was the one activity that Kinsei not only found tolerable, but actually enjoyed. Typically, the idea of being around this much people would shake Kinsei to his very core. However, adorning the tree had always been different for him. It was probably because his family had been taking him to participate in the tree service since he was a baby. He had grown up year after year coming out to the tree and the magic of it all seemed to overcome even his greatest fears about groups and socialization. Oh, he was still the shy and relatively submissive fellow that most people knew, but there was a relaxed air about him out amongst the trees that was most unlike him. Watching the children as they hung ornaments or the more grown as they hung magical lanterns brought a smile to his face. Having the whole area come to life once it was all over was a breathtaking experience. This event was probably the only such thing throughout the whole year that Kinsei was not only excited for, but would stay out the entire night to enjoy. Anytime else and he would scurry back to his room after spending the required amount of time expected of him.
Kinsei in a show of good cheer had already stopped by the vendors and had spent an entire month’s allowance buying a considerable number of decorations. The vendors had been so pleased they had given him a rather large crate to carry it all in and Kinsei had quickly deposited that crate near one of the still adorned trees with a sign that said it was free for all to use. He had not stuck around though for anyone to thank him for his gracious donations, though that had more to do with his fear of socialization then his modesty. In return, Kinsei had held on to a few decorations for himself so that he could enjoy the festivities by adorning a few trees himself. The question was where to put them. He didn’t want to choose a tree that already had plenty of ornamentation as his would simply get lost in the shuffle. At the same time, he didn’t want to put them on a tree with nothing on it because it looked a little too lonely to have a tree so naked with just his own ornaments to dress it. Finding the perfect tree was his calling every year and a challenge he did not take lightly.
As Kinsei stalked back and forth attempting to find a tree worthy of his ornaments, he hummed along to the carolers and tapped his foot in time with the dancers. He was completely oblivious to those around him and acted as if he were invisible. Which he could do if he bothered to cast a spell, but his own magic was unneeded when he had the magic of the season to fill him with a sense of ease and confidence.
The morning forecast had been for cold weather and the local newspaper was riddled with good cheer, had it not been his favourite time of the year Connor may not have even put his socks on this morning. Yet, when questioned by the few friends he had made in a year's worth of unsavoury business, it was his socks that he mentioned first to them.
"Wool is absorbent, but, with the right footwear the weather is manageable."
Jane was mending his favourite; and only, shirt when Connor awoke to the sound of her voice cursing, she was just about done darning the eventful life they were leading out of their clothes and had mended the hole that had developed in the collar of his shirt. It was fashioned to be a pocket for deft hands and hidden from an eye unaware and while it had little practicality Connor loomed over her shoulder as an innocent bystander, watching her work was extremely rewarding as she often cast her gaze to the left and expected him to measure out the fabrics they would need. In what could only be explained as a careless mistake, Jane dropped her needle and thread, and let the thimble fall to the floor when Connor jabbed a finger into her ribs. A ruby welt was forming on the end of her finger as she turned to regard Connor capriciously, his own expression a mask of doubt and fickle hope; both were soon discarded, when he grinned and she put down his shirt and leapt towards him. Brushing off his feeble peasant defences, Jane; being a military-trained magical knight, slapped him with the good sense that God had given a carrot.
Their morning rituals were now out of the way and they were breathlessly laughing; about the prior night's events, and while they were sojourning in town awhile longer, it was not a short distance from where they were to where they were going to be this present evening. The patchwork ornaments they had fashioned; in good cheer, had been a myriad of interesting colours. Left over fabric from a year's worth of disguises, some newer materials that had been purchased with their own money, and some entire wardrobes that had fallen off the back of a carriage were now being used to line the gaudy confines of half a dozen cardboard boxes. Connor, carrying the lion's share of the dozen other boxes they had been transporting into the forest all yester night back to their shared abode, had developed a keen sense of abdication when he perused over the unused outfits he had prepared a year prior. If it had not been the many hours he had put into the technicoloured masterpieces, it may have been the effort he had gone through to put them all together for a better cause than lining his own pocket that weighed heavily on his mind. The following morning; the present day, Connor had taken Jane into the forest to show her the dividends they may be expecting from their year of living a frivolous lifestyle. The empty cardboard boxes were satisfaction enough to find when he had left them packed to the top with yarn and wool, and when Jane realised they had been her grandmother's, Connor had feigned being aloof. Suspicion turned to distrust quickly when he had been forced to replace her grandmother's lavish ornaments in the afternoon but a smile was still on his face when she started laughing and had quoted him for the hundredth time in a week,
Connor's only reply to her comment was,
"The rich remember what they were before they were rich. "
His statement was regarding the obvious larceny lurking in the hearts of those of who ever had found the boxes; in the first place, and well after he had inspected the second and third box, his exclamation was one of faith in mankind and having re-established with Jane that it was more difficult moving those boxes when they were full, they both laughed. Pointing his nose skyward in a no doubt condescending way, his snide gesture rewarded him with an excuse to ask Jane to look upwards. The vision that Jane was met with was what could conceivably be a native tree embellished with the royal grandeur of every single one of her grandmother's Yule ornaments, Connor had stopped counting how many he had found fallen in the snow that he had hidden in his pockets before she had noticed. Connor's only reward was an eye roll, a squashing of her delicate facial features, a well-adjusted physical assault in the form of a five fingered discount on the next time he opened his mouth and a divine mandate to have every individual ornament returned to her family's home by the next morning. This was shaping up to be a good season and the bruises that were burning underneath his clothes from Jane's indecent display of public affection were warming him where a thin layer of cotton did not; in a way that his garments could not, inconceivably in a way that his shirt would not do when he was wearing it rather than being beaten near to death with it. The fabric was threadbare and tore like tissue paper in her hands, as it had been designed to, and Connor almost forgave her shock when it simply fell off him and he had started rolling around in the snow half-naked to the waist. His pale skin was burning a bright pink as he began to gather abrasions from the miscellaneous sticks and branches he found embedded in the snow, it was not quite the assault he was expecting but definitely the freezing temperance of a woman scorned that he did so love and enjoy as he pretended to be an angel flying through the clouds.
Jane's reaction had been indignant and as she scolded his carelessness she offered him a parcel that had obviously been wrapped with care, rustling it Jane smiled and Connor brimming with confidence and anticipation received it as generously as one may when something is thrown at one's stomach unbeknownst. Spluttering and coughing; not expecting this at all, Connor rolled over onto his side and gripped the package wildly like a kitten with a ball of yarn and began to tear at the delicate fixtures that had disguised what was a new shirt in his hands. Jane spoke with a firm tone and suggested that he take particular notice of how she was standing with her eyebrows raised, hands on her hips and one foot on his chest,
"Get your head and arse; should you ever be able to discern which is one from the other, out of the snow, or, you'll be joining the angels you do so love to emulate, dear Connor. "
Connor's reply was curt and endearing, "With company such as you I thought I was already in heaven?"
Rolling her eyes a second time and using her unnatural strength; compared with Connor's slim and athletic frame, to hoist him back to his feet, she began brushing the shards of snow that had not yet melted from his hair. Connor ventured using a premise to be grateful and even thought of a few good lies to circumvent the nature of practise by which he had already asked Jane for a new shirt earlier on in the week leading up to the Yule time celebrations. Jane's suspicions had not touched on the clothes she had found missing from her wardrobe but she thought better of asking Connor, simply because his meek expression begot that half of them had already been cannibalised to form the gift that Connor had given her the prior morning. It had been a clever show of haberdashery to make a patch-work cotton blanket filled with feathers Connor had painstakingly plucked from a gaggle of geese that had the great misfortune of being his neighbour's. The blanket had been a nice sentiment and as Connor had promised to replace the clothes he had used, Jane was not exactly above flattery. Kissing the back of her hand he smiled before whisking her away back to where they had come from and before being rebuffed a second time, Jane promised to meet him back at the hideout when he was finished ruining his new favourite shirt and collecting all of her grandmother's ornaments. Offering; as a weak defence, that the geese that were giggling at him now that she had done berating him would serve as their evening's meal, Connor's grin weakened when she started walking homeward. Not being one to argue or even have thought himself one to slight a woman of high standing, Connor begrudgingly separated from Jane and bid her farewell, using her actual first name much to her annoyance in their parting words, he swept his hand across the bark of the tree before considering leaving the ornaments there until after the celebrations. Perhaps procrastination would have won out but Connor thought better of it, Connor had money; and time, in abundance, but these baubles seemed out of his price range to replace.
The lights of nearby lanterns glittered across the meticulously painted trees and nearby innocent bystanders had been even adding yet more of them to the trees to make Connor's life more pleasantly difficult, mentally sifting through the refractions of light to see a lone figure pacing between the woods with uncertainty he noticed this man was holding a few ornaments himself. Connor started singing to himself a song Jane and himself were particularly fond of; being the author's, they were particularly biased as to believe it wasn't entirely the worst thing they had ever made themselves.
"Hair full of yellow daisies and snowball tufts; Springtime set in June, We laid amongst the dandelion's snowy tundra; you and I, from dusk 'til noon. Tracing lines in oak and on our hands, the leaves have come to brown, Yet still your spritely fingers seem to pluck the sweetest flowers for my crown..."
The lilies and jasmines garlanding his brow scented his hair and with a smile; ear to ear, unwavering and playful was his stare. Another day's too far away, he thought, and having held his confidence tight against his chest, he would have to stay out here all night picking the ornaments out of the snow when the wind blew them down, again. The man who was pacing around with ornaments did not seem pedantic; he was relaxed, and his anxiety levels were not visually perceptible through any interpretation of familiar or foreign body languages but did portray a certain element of uncertainty. Connor would approach him after putting on his new shirt, which was made of wool and embroidered with a distinct clover over his heart and a stylish heart-filled flourish on the sleeve. It was an ugly thing, but, the love that fashioned it was woven into the seams when he noticed a rather large flask in the top pocket. Smiling was starting to tire his facial muscles at this stage however and so he unscrewed the lid of the steel flask and grimaced at the distinct aroma that was vaguely alcoholic. Filling his mouth with a brisk estimation of an indiscernible volume of the liquid within it, he washed his gums with the sweet smelling potive and it stung between his teeth and laboured his breathing immediately. Burning all up his nostrils and making his eyes water, Connor realised that Jane had bought his favourite. A handful of various herbs, spices, honey and what he could only rationalise was the essence of about five thousand and fifty fermented horse radishes. Shouldering the burden of the work that lay before him it would come across Connor's figuring that many hands would make light work of undressing this particular tree of it's misbegotten ornaments, and so, he decided to approach the man who was walking through the forest with naught on his mind but outsourcing the work Connor would have had to have done by offering it as gainful employment.
Magic Knights Mantle, Black Lioness Blade, Lion Heart
The redhead was on her way back to her favorite place. Last time she remembered running from the Gala to come to the guardian tree just so that she could put down her little gift. She remembered being in her dress, and that it was also very cold. This time, the girl actually planned things out a bit more and made sure to take care of her trinket before the dance. Emily had always been for taking care of the small trinket that she had placed at the base of the guardian tree, but she never stayed around to decorate any of the trees. This time it was different though. She wanted to give it a try. Who knew, it could be a nice thing. There usually weren’t too many people lingering out in the woods, especially not this early. Everyone who was there seemed to still be in set-up mode. Emily came walking into the woods with a box full of things. Little decorations that she’d seen in shops around the area. Most of them didn’t do too well when put to the test of hanging up on a tree, so the redhead had to make a couple of modifications. The Vermillion remembered spending almost the entire day before in her room tying strings onto the little trinkets. Not only just those trinkets, but the girl had a few ribbons and bows as well. It wasn’t much in her opinion, but then again, it wasn’t like she had years of experience decorating trees during the holidays. [break][break] Emily made it to the guardian tree and set her box down. She looked near the base of the tree and frowned, “Well… first thing’s first.” she said to herself. She got down on her knees and began to dig through the snow a bit… until she found it. It was the token of Forest and Rose’s relationship that she had made for them back when she was sixteen. She still never understood why she went out and did something for them like that. After all, Forrest told her a single story, and even then, she had never met Rose. He also probably had no idea that the small token was here. However, as the girl looked at the crystal rose that sat in the center of the wooden frame, she remembered. It brought a smile to her face. For some reason, ever since she’d learned of what happened to Rose, she always wanted to meet her. Forrest made a mention of the redhead reminding him of her, but why was that? Was it just because they both had red hair, or could it have been something else. Either way, holding it in her hands, the girl remembered the promise that she made to herself, Forrest, and Rose. It was a promise that she’d become the best Magic Knight that she could be. At the time, it felt impossible, but looking back on it, the girl was proud of the things that she was able to accomplish, and all the steps that she had to take to get to where she was. Not to mention that she wasn’t done just yet. She had to do a lot more to keep that promise, and that’s exactly what she planned on doing. The girl shook the snow off of the trinket, placing it back at the base of the tree. [break][break] Not only that, but the girl then began to grab some of the small homemade ornaments out of the box that she brought. Starting with some of the lower hanging branches, the Vermillion began to decorate the tree with the strung-up trinkets. She then moved on to some of the higher branches after climbing up the tree a bit. Additionally, she was able to string some of the ribbons around part of the tree. She didn’t exactly have enough to cover the entire tree, but it was at least enough so that the face of the tree looked decorated. The knight hopped back down to the ground and stood back, admiring her work. It was the first time that she ever decorated a tree by herself like that. Sure it didn’t look the best, but it was exactly what she imagined decorating a tree at home would feel like. Until then, all that was left to do was admire some of the other decorations around the woods. Other people were sure to set up trees of their own, and besides, she had to stick around and make sure that nothing happened to her own.
It was an event that Ivar would sadly miss, instead venturing out further and heading to The Wild Lands of the Forsaken Region instead, a Tree Adorning service was taking place there. Accompanied by Frahn Tiberius the pair would move, seemingly unbothered by both the cold and the snow, though this was mostly thanks to their heavy cloaks and their snow boots. Grumbling along the way and complaining about the wind chill Ivar would do his best to keep warm via smoking his herbal and rose hip spliffs along the way as well.
The two of them had a sick twist to add to the decorating get together, instead of applying traditional ornaments and decorations the Rogues would be applying unholy symbols and other darker assets to the festivities.
A Dark Yule.
Along the way and before they even ran into another soul they'd begin to do such, leaving upside down black symbols on trees along the way, as if spitting in the faces of those who followed their faith and Religions wholeheartedly. Bones on string would be strewn about lower branches, evil looking gingerbread men ornaments were left behind, Frahn and Ivar would even stop here and there to take the time to build twisted snowmen to scare those who might pass by in the near future. Enjoying their shits and giggles along the way they'd nonetheless straighten up a bit before their arrival at the actual event, they had to remain on their toes and at least try not to get caught applying such Yule defying trinkets around the place.
From afar they could hear the carolers, whom didn't bather Frahn in the least, but filled Ivar the Void Mage with a slow burning rage.
Passing by vendor stalls, separated groups of people along with lone individuals the two Rogues would eventually come upon a girl with vibrant red hair and a...Magic Knight's Mantle. Furrowing their brows somewhat the two non-famous criminals would nonetheless make their way toward her, though Frahn would become notably more upset as she never really liked Ivar being around any other girls.
The crunching sound of steps in the fresh snow would cease just a few feet from behind the ginger girl if she were paying attention.
" Ahem...Are the Magic Knights really needed out here for security? Expecting some trouble....Oh wait...you're decorating too, forgive me... "
Connor's words fell on deaf ears as snow fell in an occupied forest, an essence of water being solidified and eventually converted into the nutrition a plant requires to function. The fresh water that was blanketing these plants and even encasing some of the smaller shrubs in icicles was highly sought during times of drought for it's essential properties and even it's location may provide certain minerals that are nearly impossible to distil into running water. Unhooking a number of flasks from the inside of the confines of his jacket, Connor scooped up a handful of snow before attempting to melt it into them. In the short distance there were two or three people gathered around a tree conversing. Although it had been a forest clearing in the forsaken region, the trees provided excellent acoustic reverberations and the people between the five of them had been in short supply. Connor's ears perked at the tone one of them was using and the words that had fallen between them had been insignificant in discerning whether the speaker had been either a civilian, or someone who had been cutting a living from the fallout of the war. It wasn't every day that someone from Connor's side of the fence reached out to the magic knights for anything more than an appraisal of their impact on the rise in crime, but had the individual not singled himself out as someone who wasn't a Magic Knight, Connor may not have cared. Preferring subtlety to any grandiose scheme or design, Connor was not very well known in the nobler districts; or the kingdom of Clover as a whole for that matter, and playing the self-conscious and endearing sort Connor had to know if his face was any less distinguishable than anyone else's.
Buttoning up his jacket, though expensive it was not obviously so; Connor had invested the time and effort into making one of his poorer quality garments into practically anything he required at any given stage in his life. Be it extra insulation for the colder months in Clover or simply stripping the material to the point of being threadbare for the warmer months of the year. Not expecting trouble, Connor hadn't concealed anything particularly nasty when he had approached the three individuals standing in the snow having a conversation. Not entirely being resilient to the idea of social networking, but; on a whole, being more self-conscious than glib, Connor noticed the fiery red hair of the woman wearing her Magic Knight cloak out into the weather. Having already chronicled the garment into the section of regalia that belonged to the military, he couldn't help but feel it strange that a member of the lesser nobility had been brave enough to shoulder the weather of the forsaken region for little more than the Adorning Tree Service. Forlorn and doubtful of social interactions, Connor skirted the surrounding trees before approaching the small group in the clearing. Not being one to be overly expectant or one to start an interaction he simply raised his right hand to show that it was empty and that he showed no more harm than speaking with the cadence of a half-decent human being more than jovial enough to frankly start a conversation with a non-threatening gesture. To his surprise Connor witnessed himself actually partake in what may have been misconstrued enough to be considered a friendly encounter with another person. The tree that was standing between the three of them was decorated in a way that Connor would describe it thoroughly with a seemingly endless list of adjectives, mentally dissecting the act in a hundred different ways before putting it back together and seeing it for what he could only describe it for being, and that was wonderful. An act of sheer mentality that read from the inscription that Connor had scribed into his heart from an early age, not wanting to worry or cause distress by lamentation over anything he could have done or said to the person who had potentially decorated this tree, he simply stood beside the red-headed Magic knight feigning casual familiarity and spoke with as much confidence as he could muster from a body that was shivering in the cold. The feint wisp of his breath followed the exhibition of his will in a way that was procursive of what he had wanted to say, being that he was thankful that the good nature of a fellow citizen of Clover was not above braving the elements and that the nobility was not afraid to walk in the lands outside of it's heavily fortified walls. For all the life of him, Connor could not realise why it had been so difficult for him to make a living behind those fortifications but upon stepping out into the world and finding it to be a darker place than what he had hoped for, he had faith that his own personal interjection could grant what ever it was that may be necessary for the greater good to triumph. Speaking with the inflection of one not knowing better than to simply be polite to his peers and or betters, Connor smiled liberally before sweeping his hand across his waist and performing a succinct bow to the people he was presently calling "company". "Introductions are in order, my name is Connor; of no particular house, and you are of House Vermillion?"
The presumption was not an entirely rude assumption to have; although it may have been, the scarlet hood of the Vermillion was a popular subject to the Commoners, some of them even boasting affiliation or hereditary origin to lesser nobility because of their natural hair colour. Most of the offspring that weren't recognised as Vermillion but had boasted much the same had the pervasive and innate ability to exhibit warmth in many creative degrees of certainty. However the pantomime of chivalry was more than most likely a gesture that would be disdained by present company, Connor inwardly reflected on his actions and mocked himself for all the effort he had portrayed. The ways that Connor had drawn his conclusion that she was of nobility had been her bearing. Her posture was exemplary and her personal hygiene had been perceptible from a distance, her hair glittered with the melting flakes of snow adorning her hair and Connor could humbly only attempt to not stare at the beauty she projected in such a dark place. Contrasting her company against the people he had himself become acquainted with in the years following the wars, it would not be too far off the mark to say that this person; the one that had been decorating the trees with bones and sigillum, was living a lifestyle more closely relatable to his own than the Vermillion's.
"Kukuku, there's no witch ornaments on this tree! What a disgrace! Kuku, how can you have a holiday tree that doesn't celebrate all the great things that witches have done during the remembering season! Kukuku, it's unthinkable! I'll make my witch tree the most beautiful tree out here! Kukuku, and whenever sees it they'll say, 'oh look that's a witch holiday tree' who did that. And then... oh! They'll know that I did it because my name will be on it!"
Flora placed her box full of ornaments and decorations down so she could cup her hands around her mouth.
"Kukuku, HEAR ME NOW CELEBRATORS OF YULE! TONIGHT YOU SHALL KNOW DEFEAT BY THE HANDS OF FLORA, PHANTOM FLOWER OF THE WITCHES' FOREST AND FUTURE QUEEN OF ALL WITCHES! SOON, YOU WILL BEHOLD THE MIGHT OF THE TREE DECORATING POWER OF A TRUE WITCH! KUKUKUKU!"
Feeling as if she had properly issued her Yule time challenge, Flora approached the first small tree she saw and got to work. She didn't have a massive amount of decorations so she set her sites on making a smaller tree truly breathtaking.
"Now, what order to do this in, kukuku. Let's start with tinsel. Kukuku, yes make it bright and shiny! Kukuku!"
Flora had found her decorating supplies in a box thrown out in the back of an alley. Most of the decorations seemed to be from a different holiday with witch cut outs, black, purple, and orange tinsel, and other such oddities. More than likely, these decorations had been thrown in as they were out of season and probably overstock, still for Flora these decorations were better than perfect.
Taking out several stands or black, orange, and purple Flora began to carefully wrap them around the tree.
"Kuku, first we'll do the black. No! Black you wouldn't be able to see, kukuku. That would be a mistake. Then the purple? No, purple is my favorite so let's do orange first. Yes! Kukuku, first the orange then the... black. No, that won't do. Oh! I know! Kukuku, first the orange, then the purple, and then the black! The black on top will be a neat affect! Kukuku perfect!"
Picking up the orange stream, Flora began to slowly, carefully, and diligently wrap it around the smaller tree.
"Ah, I'm going to need a ladder, kuku."
Setting her stream down, Flora went to an area where others were finished decorating.
"Kukuku, hello Yule celebrators! I am Flora, kukuku, Phantom Flower of the Witches Forest! Kukuku! And I need to borrow that ladder if your done with it! Kukuku! This ladder will become the foundation on which I begin the most astonishing of rituals, kukuku, that of constructing the ultimate Witch's Yule Tree! Kukuku, with the help of the ladder the tree will be a wonder to behold throughout the season! Kukuku, people will come from every country to witness the beauty of the Witch's Yule Tree! Kukuku!"
Now knowing how to respond the citizens simply smiled painfully, put the ladder in front of Flora, then backed off not wanting to get anymore involved.
"Kuku, you have my thanks citizens of Clover, kukuku!"
Sticking her tongue out to help her focus, Flora dragged the ladder back to her tree.
"Now, kukuku, I AM prepared!"
Once again picking up the orange streamers, Flora began to once again wrap it around the tree, step down, move the latter, and begin wrapping again.
"Careful, careful, kukuku, this tree has to be the best since it's going to be MY tree, kukuku. Each time I go around should be perfectly even and the line should be placed securely between worthy branches, kukuku."
After a painstaking process, the first streamer, the orange one, was up. Flora stepped back to take in her work thus far inspecting every inch.
"Hmm... kuku, so far so good! I approve! Now we continue with the purple streamer."
Reaching into her decorations box, Flora removed the purple streamer.
"Now how do I do this... kuku. It wouldn't be fun if the just overlapped. Oh! I know! Kukuku since the first one went clockwise, I'll make this one go counter clockwise to give it a nice, fancy spiral effect! Kukuku!"
Working as carefully and diligently as she did before, Flora began to wrap the streamer around the tree.
"Kuku, this is taking a lot longer than I thought it would, but, kukuku, you can't rush perfection!"
Finally finishing with the second streamer, Flora had only the black one left to go.
"And now for the last one, kuku. But how to put in on..."
Flora was in a bind because now that she had her double helix design the third streamer would have to double up on one of the other lines.
"Ku... more maybe it doesn't..."
Taking the black streamer, Flora rapped it around the tree vertically making stripes of black over the other two lines.
"Kukuku... perfect! A true example of witch ingenuity! Kukuku!"
Happy with her work, Majolica returned to her box to fetch the ornaments.
"Whoever dumped these out was a real dummy... kukuku... these oraments are the best and most beautiful I've ever seen! Kukukuku!"
The ornaments were of course Fall horror themed with ghosts, bats, spiders, and of course witches. This delighted Flora to no end. She had no idea why witches were so popular during the Fall season, but it didn't matter much to her. If witches were in the spotlight, she was happy. Though again, she had no idea it was because witches were feared and supposed to be frightening, monstrous creatures. After all, with so few witches out in the world and so many horrendous rumors about them, it was little wonder that they were often feared and misunderstood. Still, that was beyond Flora as she prepared to start hanging ornaments.
"Ah! I have an idea! While I'm doing this, I should sing a Yule Witch song! Kukuku, that will make the work come out even better! Kukuku. Hmm... but I don't know any... I guess, I'll just have to make one up then! Kukuku!"
Flora cleared her throat.
"Flora, the future Witch Queen is decorating a tree! Flora, the future Witch Queen is the best witch she did decree! She's powerful and mighty and thinks very brightly, She's Floraaaa the future Witch Queennnnn. She has silver white hair and sometimes isn't there She's the Phantom Flower and all her enemies cower, She's Floraaaa the future Witch Queeeeeen And she's not mean but must be seen, Miss Flora the future Witch Queen, She likes sweets and treats and delectable eats She's Flora, the future Witch Queennnn She might look very young but that's a slip of the tongue She's Flora, the future Witch Queen, and she's decorattttting aaaaa Yule Witch Treeee!"
The song repeated many more times as Flora placed round ornaments strategically around the tree making sure the spacing was perfect.
"Kukuku, and I think that about does it!"
Taking steps back to admire her work, Flora huffed proudly.
"Kukuku! It's perfect! OH! I forgot... kukuku. The final and most important decoration of all! Kukuku, how silly of me to almost forget!"
Scurrying back to the box, Flora took out the final ornament. A Large tree-topper of a witch flying on her broom with the full moon in the background. She placed the final ornament on the top of the tree then crossed her arms in success.
"Kukukuku... KUKUKUKUKU... now it truly is perfect! There only one last piece and the tree will be done!"
Reaching into the box one last time Flora pulled out five black ball ornaments. On each ornament was written a single letter.
"Kukuku, now just to place these correctly..."
In the middle of the tree at eye-level, Flora put the final ornaments up.
"F, then L, then O, then R, and finally A! Flora! Kukuku! Now everyone will know who decroated the best tree in the entire forest! Kukukuku! COME FOOLS AND KNAVES! COME AND AND BE AWE STRUCK BY THE MAJUSTY OF THE WITCH'S YULE TREE DECORATED AND CREATED BY NONE OTHER THAN I, FLORA, PHANTOM FLOWER OF THE WITCHES' FOREST AND FUTURE QUEEN OF ALL WITCHES! KUKUKUKU!"
Magic Knights Mantle, Black Lioness Blade, Lion Heart
The Vermillion waited for a while, standing around by her tree, but sure enough, other people began to arrive. Little by little, people made their way out into the area to either set up a tree themselves or just to look around. Whatever the case was, the redhead hoped that she could see something really cool. She didn’t know too much about decorating trees, or decorating in general, but maybe she could learn a thing or two if she saw some other design choices. Anything she could do to make the tree look better each and every passing year. After all, this was where she made that promise. Emily spent a bit of her time walking around, but every so often she would always return back to her tree. One time, when she did, she heard footsteps approaching from behind her. Naturally, she turned to see who was coming her way. She smiled at the man who was approaching. She’d never seen him before, but she figured that he was just coming to take a look at her tree. Once he began to speak, however, it didn’t seem like he was there for the tree. The girl let out a bit of a chuckle, “Nope, no trouble here. Just a girl decorating her tree. I’d hate to have to work on a day like this.” she said with a smile, turning back over her shoulder to take a look at her tree. “No worries though. Some people have a tendency to think that the knights can be overbearing. Sorry about that.” she added. Her statement wasn’t too far from the truth, but someone had to do the job. [break][break] Soon enough, another member of the event would make themselves known. The man approached Emily and Ivar with an open hand. Emily gave a smile to the approaching man, waving in response to his open hand. After standing for a while, the man performed a sort of bow and introduced himself as Connor, practically asking if she was a part of house Vermillion. Though his question sounded more like a confident assumption based on his tone, it wasn’t like he was incorrect. Then again, Emily was used to people just being able to guess what family she was a part of for quite some time. Despite being adopted, she was still gifted with fiery red hair, which had always been some sort of sign in her mind that being taken in by the family was practically her destiny. Not that she minded it in the slightest. The female knight nodded, “Well it’s nice to meet you Connor, and you too.” she said to the man who hadn’t yet introduced himself. “My name is Emily Vermillion.” she said with a slight bow of her head. [break][break] However, something else managed to catch her attention as she raised her head back up. A rather short girl, another person that Emily hadn’t met before, seemed to be decorating some sort of tree, and she wasn’t modest about it at all. Not that she minded it. After all, it was the holidays, and different people celebrated in different ways. Then again, with all the noise she was making, Emily couldn’t wait to find out what she was up to. “Well, I don’t know about you two, but it seems like there’s something interesting going on right over there.” she said, pointing to the small girl who was now shouting something about needing a ladder. [break][break] As Emily began to walk in that direction, she noticed that the girl’s box of decorations, much like her own, wasn’t very big. Rightfully so, based on the size of the tree she was decorating. It seemed that she had gotten the ladder that she wanted. Even as Emily got to a safe distance from the tree to watch, she noticed that the girl was very meticulous in her work. However, despite that carefulness, she seemed to be moving fairly fast. The redhead couldn’t believe it, but she was managing to keep things completely straight and even so far. It was nothing short of amazing in terms of appearance went, and she wasn’t even finished yet. She thought about the girl’s color choices for a minute, but at the end of the day it didn’t matter too much, right? After all, if those were the colors she preferred to decorate with, then by all means. Sure, it looked more like a Harvest Festival, but it was her tree to decorate. After the girl spoke about singing some sort of Yule witch song, the Vermillion was thoroughly confused. “Did she say witch?” she asked either Ivar or Connor, though they both would’ve heard it if they were watching with her. Emily didn’t think she’d ever met a witch before. She wondered what they were like. [break][break] Struck… more or less completely dumbfounded after Flora’s song, the female knight didn’t know whether to clap or to simply be afraid. However, she figured she could do both. Clapping her hands together a few times with a painful smile on her face, the girl supported the little witch in that aspect. She could’ve probably done without the song being repeated so many times, but hey, it must’ve just been a part of the culture or something. Emily watched as the witch placed the tree topper. Not only that, but the small woman placed different ornaments on the tree, seemingly spelling out something. “Flora…” Emily read. The supposed Phantom Flower of the Witches Forest, and the future witch queen? Emily knew next to nothing about the girl, but most of that stuff sounded pretty interesting. After the girl finished her call, the noble approached Flora. “Hi… you said your name was Flora, right?” she asked. The female then put on a smile, “My name’s Emily. I think your tree looks beautifully decorated. Is it true that you’re really a witch?” she asked. Emily didn’t think that the witches were allowed out of their forest, or at least that’s how all the stories went. They apparently had access to strange magic powers that could be rather dangerous. Though, out of childish curiosity, the girl had always thought about meeting one.
Hushing Frahn with a whisper Ivar would be left to watch the confusing fellow stroll by, Connor , almost as if the two Rogues didn't exist at all and instead addressing the woman that Ivar had just been speaking to.
Were they ghosts?
Double checking by pressing his tattooed hand around himself a couple of times Ivar would proceed to merely listen in while Frahn clung close to him, syncing up their bond by latching her right arm around his left before leaning into him as well. Despite this intervention the Vermillion in question found time to actually speak to Ivar accordingly before then turning her attention to the others.
A weirdo and a Witch....
" Interesting.... "
With both hands in his winter coat's pockets then Ivar would continue to watch on as the Magic Knight would get closer to the supposed Witch. That was until a thought came across his mind that forced him to blurt out his next statement.
" Wait....Aren't Witches just female Wizards? Just another name right?
Sort of like Warlocks are male Wizards? Uh....Wait Warlocks are usually old-men who are kooks...
Does that mean Witches are bat shit crazy girls....Ooof, Frahn m'dear I'm glad you're just a Wizard... "
Despite being not only spoken to, but complimented by Ivar, Frahn was still busy glaring at the girl with fire for hair, the Vermillion. Beyond this her glare would begin to extend the Witch in question, though she looked young the fact could be deceptive and as such Frahn labeled her as a threat to her relationship with Ivar. So was Frahn's intense obsession with the Void Mage.
Tugging Frahn along the way Ivar would begin to slowly walk closer to the growing group, pausing only as he came to Connor 's side.
" Connor was it?
Name is Ivar of House Tiberius..... "
For a moment Ivar would then become silent as he thought about what he had just said, openly giving his name and identity to a stranger. Though his Rogue identity wasn't known and House Tiberius' turn to the dark side remained unknown as well, the fact that he had informed Connor about who he really was at least on a minor scale.
" She seems pretty interested in a crazy little girl....Maybe she is out to be a troublesome Magic Knight after all, hmm? "
Prodding Connor now to see how the fellow felt about Magic Knights while Ivar openly slandered the government military order, the Void Mage would then chuckle aloud a little bit while his eyes shifted about the area to see if anyone else would be joining them.
They were not.
As such he'd begin to chuckle, whispering into Frahn's ear only after the fact.
" Ha, ha, he, he, ho, ho, ahh, ahh....Aim for the Vermillion Knight, I'm going to chuck an ice ball at that Witch, haha! "
Moving away from Frahn then, whom would furiously and swiftly form her own two snow balls before softly clutching onto them, Ivar would seek out some denser snow before forming his own ice ball neatly. Returning to Connor's side with an additional snow ball in tote he'd offer it to the white haired lad.
" So why don't we have some fun? Why just decorate trees, we can dust some Wizards with some snow, that's festive isn't it? Kukukukuuuu! "
Gnawing at his lip while snickering Ivar would then slowly nod toward Frahn before the pair of them would chuck their snowy projectiles, being Frahn's two snow balls and Ivar's lone ice ball. Frahn's first snow ball was aimed at Emily's back, the second aimed at the back of her head or her face should she turn around meanwhile Ivar aimed for the left side of Flora❂'s head. Though Ivar threw his with no extra ill will outside of the projectile's icy nature, Frahn would throw her snow balls with intensity that might be taken much more offensively.
Upon hearing the word Vermillion, Connor's suspicions had been confirmed. This perilous assault of snowballs would have no certain result, they may be charged for assaulting a noble. Connor rolled the snowball in his hand and molded away the excess flakes that may cause laceration when stricken by the projectile's semi-solid nature. Raising his elbow and feeling his heart jump into his throat he suddenly felt an urge to do something he was entirely sure would not be taken offensively as the person he was aiming it at was the person who had suggested it. The snowball left his hand with a smile as Connor swung the orb of semi-solidified water that was now disintergrating against the close range target that was Ivar Tiberius' hat. The power of the name that he had been given was substantial in the way that he did not necessarily do nothing by identifying himself and then giving and example of his persuasion of thinking in regards to the matter of treating authority with delicacy. Nor did he realise that despite his appraising expression and general appearance, Connor had never heard the name. That being the sole motivation for depositing the next sphere into Ivar's hand and saying, "Good luck Ivar, may you prosper before the end of the year, I certainly think I could hit that witch from here, I bet a thousand gold pieces you couldn't. "
Not being the sole reason for the matter of engaging in some festive activities and free entertainment in forms of light-hearted and joyful merry making every once in awhile, Connor could not help but get some distance from Ivar before throwing another snowball at him. Keeping his momentum by spinning on his heels and sliding to the left he scooped up the necessary snow to make an object that could be carried that far without just being a hail of icy shrapnel, by the time it had arrived near its destination Connor had already displayed that while he could range a target he was merciful in his selection to test your sense of right and wrong by tempting you to go for gold, in every sense of the phrase. Grimoireless and quite penniless when it came to time, Connor felt some how detached from the concept that a witch was such an esoteric figure that was now decorating a tree, in a perfectly Yule timely spirit, in accordance with the laws of Clover. He must have truely travelled some distance into the forsaken region to be in the presence of such a fabled figure, he shouted out into the clearing of the woods to the diminuitive statured figure who may not quite be paying attention to anything but herself or her decorating.
Hey there, you there!"
His intention was to grab her attention and not entirely to inform her of the incoming missile that was not just coming towards her but identifying itself as the precursor for the implications of a projection of multiple other snowballs flying towards her. He was succinct and concise when he imagined what he could say to warn her he was about to lose two hundred quid, but was not entirely sure he didn't want to pay for the pleasure of experiencing it and then taking the courtesy of doing much the same when he held his hand behind his back and gathered the snow that was gathered in the cuff of his hemmed pants and top pockets that were unusually deep. He grinned before coughing out his heart into his mouth metaphorically, before considering throwing a snowball at her himself and the frog that this witch may turn him into wouldn't be as half as pretty and princely as he considered his current aesthetic configuration to be. Connor had always wanted to meet a witch and she didn't seem to have an overly poisoned, spilt milk temperance that he always imagined them having. It was; as it were, at the best of times, a season to make new friends, and when Connor grinned, he did so casually and brazenly.
Flora turned quickly to see a scarlet haired young woman standing behind her.
"Kukuku, already people have come from afar to view the Yule Witch Tree of Flora! Phantom Flower of the Witches' Forest and Future Queen of Witches! Kukuku! So you've come to see the grand spectable of my tree have you, young..."
It was then Flora noticed the mantle.
"Oh, a Crimson Lion, kuku. You're the first one I've ever met. Kukuku, which makes me even more amazing since even a member of the fabled Crimson Lion squad would travel to gaze upon the greatness of my tree! Kukuku! Well, if that's the case I deem in necessary to introduce myself and answer some of your questions! Kukuku."
Flora crossed her arms and grinned widely.
"Since you have such fine tastes in trees, I'll start off with my name. Kukuku, yes, my name IS Flora! Kukuku, but I go by many other names as well! Kukukuku there's, Flora the Phantom Witch, Flora the Phantom Flower of the Witches Forest, Future Witch Queen, She Who Would Rule All Witches, and... umm... hmmmmm... kukuku, well there's probably more that I don't even know about! Kukuku!"
Scratching her head as she tried to remember any other titles that she may or may not have given herself, Flora continued.
"But anyway, kuku, to answer your second question, yes! I am a full-blooded Witch born of the Witches' Forest and trapped on the outside after it's closing like a few other of my sisters. Kukuku, you can tell by my hat!"
Flora pointed to her witch hat.
"A Witches' Hat is a mark of witch lineage. Kukuku, we keep them on anytime we go out as a symbol of pride and recognition of our Witch Heritage! Kukuku, it also helps us to identify each other. Why, kukuku, without a hat a Witch is just... well, a person! Kukuku, and that won't do! Witches are special after all, we're a family and a country and a tribe known for our strange and powerful magics!"
Flora shot some spooky fingers at Emily to emphasize the 'strange and powerful' part of her speech.
"Kukuku, so if you see another she'll probably know me, oh, and if she doesn't then doesn't want to admit it or is faking it. Kukuku, but we definitely know each other. Ah, kuku, but if you meet other witches it would be good of you to tell me. Witches stick together! Kukuku and it would be nice to know how many of us are in Clover. Ah... bu... but... that doesn't matter! Kukukuku!"
It was then others, more odd-looking man, and a particularly nefarious looking man and woman they may have been a couple also approached. The man spoke up while the woman stayed silent half-asking if witches weren't just regular people. This upset Flora. To her, Witches were a better breed, especially better than regular humans like this man.
Kuku... dummies... not to mention that these look like the people that would try trick and steal witches... I should be careful, kukuku.
It wasn't necessarily just the way they looked that put Flora off, but more the way they carried themselves. They reminded Flora of sharks or other predators.
"Kukuku, I guess with old age your ears go bad making it hard to here, kukuku, and your eyes go bad so you can't read many books. Otherwise, I'm sure you wouldn't be dumb enough to assume that Witches are the same as everyone else, kukuku."
Flora crossed her arms smugly and looked upwards as if she were in deep thought.
"Ah, kuku, but if Warlocks are crazy old men than maybe you never realized that you're a warlock yourself? As for that girl next to you, kuku, even if she were from the Forest, she could never be a proper witch. Kuku, she's lacking the grace. Kukukukukuku!"
Flora giggled to herself.
Suddenly, the criminal looking man would instigate a snowball fighting firing off with little warning. Seeing the snowball coming her way, Flora dove towards her box dodging the snowball. She then quickly placed the box on her head like a makeshift helmet using the carrying hole to see through. Though the criminal-looking man's snowballs were on par with what you would expect for a snowball game, the woman's were much more vicious. One of her snowballs slammed hard into the side of Flora's box helmet.
"Kukuku, you overestimate your ability! Crimson Lion, defend yourself! It would be shameful for me to not defend a person who so solemnly complimented the beauty of the the Yule Witch tree! Kukuku! And you! Other strange man, kuku, be you friend or foe?!"
After calling out to Connor and Emily, Flora began to plan her attack.
Kukuku... throwing snowballs like that isn't fun, it's war! Kukuku, I'll teach her and her boyfriend to disrespect a witch in front of her tree! Kukuku...
Digging quickly into the snow to make a bunker, Flora began making her ammunition. First she took half a handful of snow, then hocked up phlegm onto the top of it, took more snow and formed the disgusting mess into a ball. Being the sort of person that is patient in war, Flora held her ground quietly waiting for for the opportune moment to strike the she-devil in the face with her, as she called it, Witch's Snowball of Retribution and Suffering.
Watching quietly, Flora noticed that most of the woman's snowballs were not directed at her, but at the Vermillion woman. Well, Flora assumed she was a Vermillion. The family was known far and wide for their fiery hair, and most if not all were a part of the Crimson Lion's guild so putting two and two together, Flora assumed. Though, true to her word earlier, Flora had never met a Vermillion before, only seen some passing by or walking around the Magic Knight Exams.
Kukuku, well if she's going to be targeting my ally with such fervor, then I'll wait until she stops noticing me then fire! Kukuku! I'll hit her right in the face! Kukukukuku! That will teach her not to mess with a witch! They'll both learn that Witches are the best! Kukuku!
Magic Knights Mantle, Black Lioness Blade, Lion Heart
Surprisingly, the girl took time out of the production that was putting together and presenting her tree to respond to the redhead. She learned that the girl’s name was Flora, and that she actually was a witch. Not only that, but she was a full-blooded witch from the forest itself. Apparently, she had a whole list of other impressive and cool sounding titles that the Vermillion could only marvel at. Flora also told her a bit about the witches that the girl wasn’t aware of before. According to her, a witch’s hat was a telltale sign of their lineage. It was something that the girl didn’t know before, and it was rather interesting to her. Especially since she got to meet one of the kinds of people that she admired when she was younger. She always thought that the witches had excellent control over their magic, and she envied that control. It was one of her motivators while training when she was younger. The smaller girl also mentioned that there were other witches in Clover, which was something that Emily also wasn’t aware of. “There are even more of them?” she thought to herself. It was interesting to think about. Either way, the girl nodded in response to the request of the witch. She knew how important family could be, and in a way, the witches all came from the same place, right? She figured it was sort of like the same thing. However, there was a bit of a situation starting up behind her that she wasn’t aware of. [break][break] Apparently, Ivar and Frahn were preparing snowballs to throw at the witch and the lioness. Frahn let the first snowball fly, nailing Emily in the back. The redhead gasped as she was hit, turning around to face the two of them. However, before she could get a word out, she was nailed in the face with a second snowball. “Ow! That hurt!” she complained. “That snow is really cold ya know!” she whined, trying to rub her hands on her face for warmth. However, it turned out that the Vermillion wasn’t the only one that was hit. Flora took the snowball that hit her as a declaration of war. The little witch immediately began to formulate a plan of counterattack, calling out to Emily to defend herself. Emily stomped her foot in the snow, “Seriously?” she asked. Snowball fights could be fun, but only if she was dressed properly for it. At this rate the girl was going to ruin her clothes. She reluctantly bent over and began to scoop snow into a ball. However, while holding the ball in her hand, all it took was one thought about the earlier attack for her to gain the will to want to throw the cold ball of snow. “This is for trying to ruin my clothes!” the girl shouted as she wound up her shot and threw the snowball at Frahn as hard as she could. “Wasn’t the event supposed to be for decorating trees? How did it turn into an all-out snowball fight?” she thought to herself.
Flora would look for opening to send her Witches' Snowball of Retribution and Suffering hurdling into the enemy's face.
"What are you doing Crimson Lion lady?! Get into cover! Kukuku, this is war and you're standing in the middle of a field asking to be targeted! Kukuku! Also, this is kind of out of nowhere, kuku, but are you one of those Vermillions I've heard about? Kukuku, from my time wandering around the noble region and living in the alleys, I heard that there were a lot of Vermillions but most of them were in the Crimson Lions and all of them head red hair like yours, kuku. If you're not, maybe it's just a coincidence that you look like that, kuku, oh wait maybe you also could have dyed your hair? I think you would look fine as a brunette if that's what you're worried about, kuku. Blonde might be a bit weird though. Kuku, yes, never go blonde. That is my witch decree!"
Flora ducked under her small wall of snow she had built to keep herself protected. The box was still on her head.
"Oh, but maybe it is your real hair color? Kuku, well if that's so and you are a Vermillion then maybe your the right one to talk to, kukuku."
Clearing her voice so she would sound a bit more regal, Flora continued.
"As you are a noble from a notable family, kukuku, I hereby will announce all of the issues and ummm... well problems, kuku, that I have seen in the noble district. As you are a noble from a notable family, kukuku, I believe you and your family should make it a top issue to fix these problems as is your duty as a noble, kukuku."
Flora had no idea who's actual duty it was to fix civic issues in Clover, but as Emily was the closest thing to someone with actual political power she had ever met, Flora decided she would due just fine.
"Kuku, first. People shouldn't have to live in alleys because their poor. NO, kuku, wait. I don't actually care about that. I shouldn't have to live in alleys because I'm poor. Kuku, the I means me, kuku, but that also extends to all witches. Not that I know of any other witches living in alleys, kuku. But if there were any... they shouldn't be! Kukuku, we're like... hmm... tourists?! I learned that word recently. Kukuku, so we should have been given a very nice house, kuku, I probably should have been given a palace and instantly been recognized as future Witch Queen, kukuku, but I'm humble so a very big house for me and other witches to live in would have been fine, kuku. Ah, but there would also need to be food, water, beds, and all of that. Kukuku, also if it could be built in a giant tree that looked down upon the rest of the nation, kuku, that would also be very good."
Flora continued on.
"Second, there are many good sweet shops in the noble district, but there could be more. Kukuku, I believe there should be one on every corner. If there's only one or two, kuku, what's the point of having them at all. Also, more markets and stores should be forced to carry sweets. Kuku, even if it's little round chocolates or something like that. Having sweets is important, kuku, then stimulate the mind and give energy, so not having sweets is the same as trying to dumb down your population, kukuku, I also like peanut butter so anything with that would be appreciative, kuku."
Counting on her fingers, Flora made sure that she wasn't forgetting anything. After all, she didn't know when she would have an opportunity to meet someone with political power ever again.
"Thirdly, I think there should be an expedited witch citizen program so all of us that got locked out of the Forest can live peacefully and happily while we wait for the Witches' Forest to open so we can go home. Ah, kuku, that one kind of goes with the first one so just merge those together in your head. For the true third one... oh! oh oh oh! Witches should be given free brooms when we here. Kuku, I think it would be a show of good faith to give each witch a broomstick so we can get around. Kukuku, it doesn't need to be a very fancy one, kuku, a plain one with a solid stick would be enough..."
"Wait! Kuku, could it be that your country didn't even know that you had witches here! Kukuku, your face looked surprised when I mentioned that I was a witch and that there were others. Does that mean no one here knows what's going on with the Witches' Forest except witches?! No one knows that we've been locked out and have had to scrounge to stay alive? Kukuku, what good are you! That's it. Kukuku, it seems that I Phantom Witch Flora, Phantom Flower of the Witches' Forest will have to take matters into my own hand and make a place for Witches'. Kukuku, since no one will help us, we'll just have to help ourselves together. It's my duty as future Witch Queen to protect the lost witches' that have been displaced, kukuku, and that will be my mission! Kuku! Now hurry up and get into cover. While we wait for an opening, I can spend the time lecturing you on why witches are better than normal people, kuku."
Post by Ivar Tiberius on Dec 24, 2019 19:30:10 GMT -5
With things unfolding into chaos, which was openly welcomed albeit not planned outright in the least, as more individuals were drawn into the snow ball fight, nay war. First it was their small group of five, then it was ten, then twelve, and so on until nearly a third of the individuals at the event were partaking in the battle. Creating small Void pockets just above his palms Ivar would growl in defiance while discarding the snow balls that came his way, he had hoped he and Frahn's surprise assault would be just that and successful on top of it. But, with the platinum blond haired man's "betrayal" the Rogue's surprise would falter leaving them to defend themselves from the front and right, that was until all Hell broke lose and many others joined in as previously stated.
Using this newfound "snow storm" as a means to take a step back though Ivar would motion for Frahn to follow him as he made what he considered a tactical retreat. However this was because Ivar didn't want to get pelted with a snow ball nor an ice ball, least his fury be unleashed in a harsh way. As such and knowing his own temper, tantrums even, Ivar would find cover beyond the battle ahead, hiding behind a tall pine tree that also allowed Frahn defensive coverage.
" That white haired little shyite. Heh...Well, can't blame him, maybe he is our type after all Frahn, or perhaps he just needs a push to become a criminal like us...Hmmmm, no...He seems more akin to a savior, a protector...Heh, crisscrossing the crisscrossers is a tell tale sign of someone truly unworthy of trust....
Worse than a Magic Knight. "
" Agreed sir...A silly Witch, a worthless Knight, and a dumb Punk.
Luckily that snow ball fight spiraled out of control, it seems that almost a third of the event goers are partaking in it now....Perhaps we could enter the fray once more, approaching from another angle and sniping our original targets?
The small snowball battle had given way to a large snowball war. Other visitors in the area, seeing that a snowball fight had broken out, decided to take up snowy arms against their friends and family. Now all hell had broke loose as snowballs flung from every direction making it impossible to even find cover.
As the snowball war broke out, being the genius she was, Flora came up with a plan.
"Kukuku... so it's come to this then. I guess I'll just have to show these dummies what a future Witch Queen is capable of! Kukuku!"
Flora began to dig.
"Ah, kuku, the snow is cold. But I'll just have to deal with it! Kukuku, deeper deeper deeper, faster faster faster. I have to dig quick or else someone will hit my bottom with a snowball and ruin my day! Kukuku!
Like a dog digging for a bone, Flora clawed at the snow scraping up handfuls as the whole grew.
"Almost, it needs to be a little bit wider though, kuku. I need to be able to move around comfortable and see around in all angles! Kuku! That's how I will win! Kuku, all will bow down to future Witch Queen Flora! Kukukuku!"
Finally, finishing her hole, Flora dove in. The hole, approximately four and a half feet deep, was just as Flora wished and was wide enough for her to move around in.
"Kukuku, now the real war begins!"
Taking her box, she placed it over the cover so that she now looked like a shielded gun turret.
Having fun, Flora began to pretend that she was actually in a warzone, a lone witch being assaulted on all sides by enemy forces hellbent on capturing witches.
"Kukuku, Flora is miles ahead of the front. She flew through the battles lines atop her shining white broom like a Witch Queen of legend, kuku. Unfortunately, kuku, the enemy was fierce, shooting at her with as many spells as they could muster, Flora dodged each one elegantly but soon the sheer volume of magical spells made it impossible to go on further. Decided to drop down lower and find a safe position, Flora dove her broomstick down quickly perfectly landing into a a perfect sized hole. Kuku, but now she was in trouble. The enemy had her surrounded. Kukuku, but for Witch Queen Flora that barely even mattered! Kukuku, with a wave of her hand Flora sent a magical spell straight at one of her enemies instantly defeating them!"
Looking through the hole in her box, Flora saw an opening. Lifting up her box so her arm could reach out, Flora flung a freshly packed snowball at an unknown man hitting him in the face. As soon as she did, Flora closed the lid down to protect her from any return fire.
"Flora had no worries and was satisfied with her position. Kuku, from here the enemies would focus on her leaving the battlefield open for other witches to slowly advance! Kukuku! Unfortunately, the witches would have to move carefully. If there was trap magic afoot it would be deadly, kuku, so Flora would have to hold her position for the long haul! Kuku, fortunately, Flora had her rations!"
Opening her bag, Flora looked through to see what she had.
"Kuku, five hard candies, three green apple, two strawberry. Three chocolate bonbons individually wrapped. One chocolate peanut butter bar, twelve pieces of chewy gum. Kuku, the gum is used for extra emergencies only and require careful focus or else when you're chewing and not paying attention, kuku, you'll bit your tongue! One magically sealed container of hot chocolate to keep it warm and toasty! Kuku, very important for surviving the hellish cold of the frozen wasteland in which the battle was taking place! Flora also had a double ration of lollipops which meant forty all together, kuku, enough for one day. These weren't very satisfying, kuku, but good for taking the edge off."
Flora picked out a red lollipop, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth.
"Fourteen days ago, Flora had gotten word from the Witches on the front line. They were being pushed back and were worn out. They needed someone to relieve them. Feeling it was time for her to enter the fight, kukuku, Flora decided she would take up arms herself. Summoning her very special and unique Witches' Broom, Flora took to the skies flying through the air on her way to the front! Kuku, as she traveled she was pleased to see that the Witches' Forest was peaceful. Being the greatest Witch Queen to ever exist, kukuku, it was preposterous that anything bad or any trouble would ever befall anyone living in the forest. Kukuku, Witch Queen Flora took care of her people well after all. As she traveled on, kukuku, the tell-tale signs of war began appearing. Burnt houses, torn up landscapes, and utter destruction. Kuku, Witch Queen Flora looked up on the destruction and sighed. Why had these dummies tried to attack the Witches' Forest? Was it their new weapons? Kuku, the enemies forces had recently come into position of magical machinery capable of firing blasts of concentrated mana! Using these new weapons, the enemy had forced the witches into open engagement and now were gaining ground. But that wouldn't last long! Kuku, as soon as Witch Queen Flora entered the fray it would go without saying that the enemy would meet their defeat very quickly! Kukuku!
Two days later, Witch Queen Flora was still secured within her position. Every time an enemy approached..."
A woman that had attended the tree service got within firing range of Flora's box. Not having noticed that Flora was actually under the box, the woman had paid it no mind. Seeing an opportunity, Flora quickly packed together a snowball then waiting for the woman to turn away. Suddenly, the woman turned launching at a man a few yards away. As she did, Flora struck. Lifting her box up as before, Flora flung her snowball at the back of the woman's head hitting her dead center. As soon as she let loose her snowball, Flora closed down her box to hide under its cover.
"... kukuku, Flora would strike quickly and harshly eliminating the enemy and forcing the others back! They were in a stalemate! Flora knew that if she jumped out in the hail of spell-fire she get injured, kukuku, but the enemy knew that they had no way of removing her from her position either! Kukuku, on top of that the witch forces were slowly pushing up the battlefield so if they took too long to force Witch Queen Flora out the witches would be on them and they would lose! Kukuku!"
The little witch would continue to play pretend as she fought off enemy snowball forces.