and wild magic

D&D 5e OC ~ Aevum Aff. ~ Housing (TBD) ~ Rank (TBD) ~

[unluckyuncle]

Hello everyone! I realize how this post might sound, so I'll keep it as brief as I am able. But after some time in thought, I cannot stay silent about this any more.

I will be leaving the Isola Radiale community for good.

It is with a heavy heart that I make this decision, but I cannot say that I feel safe or comfortable with the philosophies behind recent decisions and acts of bullying on Twitter/anons that have been made in regard to other former members of this community.

I would go into the details, but I have come to realize that it just doesn't matter what I say. There is no defense or explanation that I can offer that won't be used as a way to defame my character despite any history that I might have with anyone.

But regardless, I would like a chance to explain my concerns.

I beg that changes be made to the codes of conduct of the Isola Radiale group. There is no safety for anyone as long as there is:

no safe space to engage in discourse

no three-strike system on the public rules page

no definitions as a unifying standard

no criteria for major or minor infractions

no appeal system whatsoever

no publicly detailed investigation process

no communication made to accused (which is illegal irl)

no accountability standard for the leadership

and a mindset that says: "shoot now and ask questions later."

I do understand the reasoning behind why certain things are the way that they are, specifically the zero-tolerance policy. There is a place for that, but it should never be the default for every single case.

There needs to be a list of specific and detailed criteria for the rare occurrence where a zero-tolerance ban must be made into effect, and the accused MUST be made in the know with no exceptions.

I have a huge amount of respect for how much time and effort goes into the maintenance of a group such as this. It is no easy feat to take time out of the day and dedicate it to others, especially when it is not a paying job. I would never discredit the hard work that is put into this community.

But that does not mean that there are no flaws in how things are.

Communities are made by people as much as they are made by leaders, who are also people themselves. The nature of roleplay is meant to be a cooperative environment, where we all agree we just want to have fun writing our favorite characters.

But there is fear. Fear of coming forward to point out problems that exist in order to help better the community, not harm it. The fear of being cut off from those you thought were friends is very real. At this time, I don't trust the leaders to come privately with my concerns, and I have little reason to believe that I matter in any capacity.

The simple truth is, I'm tired of being afraid.

I make this post only to notify those who I have been writing with and to make a marker of this blog's activity. I truly enjoyed writing in this space, and it was a wonderful place for me to dip my toes in the world of Tumblr roleplay.

I encourage those who remain to simply consider the bigger picture; You should be able to feel comfortable calling attention to legitimate issues without getting bullied on Twitter or being banned for it. And you have a right to be able to defend yourself and be considered seriously when being accused of something you're not.

Your voice does matter. Your safety and comfort matter. And your actions and character matter.

If you believe that because of my decision, I support morally repulsive content then you might as well ban or block me too. If you would so brazenly assume the worst in me with no evidence of such a claim, then go right on ahead.

For the record, I do not condone, engage with, or support content of a repulsive nature, nor will I ever do so. But like I said earlier, my words don't matter. I just hope the history of my actions would.

You might disagree with me entirely, and that is okay. I respect your right to do as you see fit.

I will return to this blog someday - in a few months most likely. I may continue answering indie interactions but I haven't decided on that just yet (I need some space from these events). I won't be abandoning my muse any time soon ^^

Thank you all for your time, and I wish you the very best.

[bornofrose]

"It is alright, sir! You were performing your most best. Do keep on trying and I am certain you shall improve in skill!"

[rprnemes]

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

[bornofrose]

Fragmemoria ~ Open

Somewhere in the world, a little dragon's memory floats around. The past of a little one with the burdens to bare that come with it. Her life didn't need to take this direction, but the random chaos that is her world had different ideas for her being.

In this memory are the people and places of another world. One of dragons, ancient weapons, and powerful magic. Here is a dragonborn clan, of shades red and gold. The land is peaceful as these people go about their lives as one might expect.

One of these however, does not look like the rest. She is much smaller than the other children. Much thinner, with eyes of teal and yellow. Scales shine a pale rose-gold. A strange hybrid of worlds but healthy all the same.

She's slow to keep up with the others. She can't quite reach them as much as she tries. They laugh at her. Leave her behind. The runt of her clutch has no place among the normal.

In attempt to fight back, magic is summoned. Hands lit a flame to get the attackers away from her, only to find her scales no longer the rose-gold, but a vibrant shade of teal instead. The other children laughed only further.

"(Look at the Wild Guess. She can't do anything right!)"

Tears were met by a dragonborn much kinder than the rest. She sheltered her little sister. Trying to ease her sorrows as best she could, but there was nothing she could do to help with the chaos that was Wild Guess' magic.

The little rose-gold child did not fair better in the presence of the elders. All magically inclined children were brought up to harness their magic and become warriors and healers, just like their parents and ancestors before. Wild Guess was among them. She was incredibly gifted in her studies, but one would never know when the magic would suddenly fly off the handle.

There was no reigning her in. There was no understanding that they could see. They called her cursed for her magic, that's all she was.

A curse. A blight. A problem. A danger. Not one of them.

The chief would not tolerate such a child of his bloodline. Even more than the other three of his kin, she was subject to what he called training. Anyone could see he was lashing out more than anything.

He told herself that this was for her own good. That it would only get worse if she did not learn to control her magic. She was a danger to her clan as long as she refused to learn.

She wanted to learn. She wanted to control it. All she ever wanted was be one her clan. To protect her loved ones and to earn their love as a part of them. Few people spoke to her, including her own mother. Even fewer treated her with kindness.

Then there was that night. The night of the attack. She was in danger, she had no choice but the protect herself once more. Just like before. But instead of turning blue, she was burned near alive instead.

She saved herself, in exchange for the lives of whoever was unlucky enough to be in the radius of the fireball erupting from her core. It stopped the battle from continuing, the enemy retrieted.

Wild Guess felt the claws of her father deep in her skin; casting her out with no remorse. Anger was the only thing left in his heart. She was all alone in these woods. The scar remaining to remind her of her greatest failure. The reason why she has to be alone.

She's a curse. She can never go back.

She survived in the woods alone. Feeding on fish and berries, fighting off wildlife. On such wildlife got the jump on her, and she barely escaped losing her horn in the process. Human villages were neither as kind, if not just indifferent to the small, scuttering dragonborn.

There were 15 years worth of memories. 15 years of hardships and longing to have a clan to call home. The memories of this place too were far somewhere in the distance.

She had found new dragons. New friends who loved her and cared about her, but she knew them not. She was searching for her clan. Looking for the thing she was missing; needing more than anything in the world. Her family.

[hierichc]

He straightens himself on the couch and gives her room when she hops right back on the couch with her choice of a bag. "Alright, let's see--," He scoots himself closer to Gyess and gestures for her to open it up.

When she does,

In the bag, there are a couple of small boxes wrapped up and in those small boxes are one, two, and three fairy lights for her to use. Beneath those three boxes is another neatly wrapped gift of a cute cellphone case for her phone.

"What do you think?"

[bornofrose]

Her eyes can only go so big finding out there were MORE boxes in just one of the bags!! She was delighted with her choice. Her tail was wagging incessantly; she didn't notice when she whacked one of the pillows right onto the ground!

The little lights were so pretty! She tapped the little bulbs carefully with her claws, wrapping them around her fingers with awe and wonder. They were so small and so beautiful!

"(Romanus!! These are amazing!!)" When she got to the phone case, she was just as excited, though slightly confused. "What is this for? I have never seen anything like it, but it is very (cute)!"

[hierichc]

EUGH, she's pulling at his heartstrings with being too adorable. She's not even doing anything, but the just rushes back to the couch and burrows herself in the bunches of blankets has him chuckling. Honestly.

"Do you want to look in one?" He turns to look at her. {I was going to save it for when you were ready, but you can look in one. ONLY one.} As if he'd even be upset if Gyess ended up looking into all the bags.

[bornofrose]

She gasps lightly. "(Can I!!)" She doesn't give him a chance to confirm, leaping off the couch blanket still wrapped around her shoulders. She scanned the multitude of bags.

Even though she couldn't read Common well, it didn't really matter if the bags had any labels on them. She wouldn't know what they were to begin with! Only increasing her curiosity about what might be inside.

After a very tough decision, she selects a bag and re-joins Romanus at the couch with a smile. "(This one!)" It looks like it's one of the smaller bags, but she eagerly anticipates it all the same.

[hierichc]

@rose-goldscales

"Gyess, what are you doing?"

She must have thought he was asleep! Surprise, he isn't. He may have dozed off watching this movie of her choosing (Sorry Gyess), but he's very much awake now. The guy even opens an eye, a smile creeping up before he's chuckling. "I said you'd have to wait until later this evening to check what's inside." But of course she'd be curious, especially when these bags were all laid out in the room.

[bornofrose]

"Eep!!" She jumps back quickly upon hearing his voice.

She'd grown used to Romanus falling asleep during these movie nights, though it's not exactly like she was paying attention much herself. He'd told her she would have to wait to see what was in the bags. She was indeed very curious.

"(S-sorry!!)" She's quick to return to the couch, burrowing herself under the blanket. "(I couldn't help myself Romanus! You won't even say where they are from! And there are so many!!)" She peaks her head out from the blanket, a little pout resting on her lips.

"(I'll be patient now, I promise.)"

[bornofrose]

HIYA! 

With a little bit of time left for the event, Imma go ahead and do a starter call for Gyess for Fragmemoria! I’m excited to not be busy in like two days LOL

Gonna cap at 2 for now, and will probably be in part 2 cause she’s mostly just been wandering around by herself in the woods this entire time. 

She actually probably doesn’t know anything about anything since she wouldn’t have her phone on her at all. This is the post I made about her memories if you’re interested! I’ll definitely come to talk to plot :333

[bornofrose]

Gyess Framemoria Event Info

hmmmm... Gyess is a funny one for this. I think it’ll be more interesting for me for her to remember the names and faces of people in her past AND people she’s met here, but completely forget about the impacts they made in her life.

Father/Clansmen ~

She had one for sure. She’ll want to be looking for them to return, not remember how or why she was separated from them to begin with. She just has her deep desire to be apart of a clan.

Dragon Squad ~

She remembers the names. Romanus, Rhea, and Byleth. She also for sure trusts all three of them, but she doesn’t remember exactly why. She probably doesn’t remember that they’re dragons either.

Isolans ~

For other Isolans, she’ll remember names and faces too, but just about anything they taught her will not exist. Stuff about modern amenities, cooking, etc. will be gone. She’ll feel like she trusts them as well (or at least those she’s bonded with) but everything will be fuzzy.

She’ll probably be a whole lot more confident generally speaking, more bold, and more uuh, vocally curious. Just cause she not going to be weighed down with all that fun trauma stuff or feeling like her very existence is a burden to everyone around her.

She’ll likely be just in the woods wandering around. Not scared mind you, just a little confused and unsure like there’s something more that’s missing. Where did her clan go is the big question. She’ll also not be wearing her head scarf! She doesn’t remember why she was wearing it, so if you’ve never seen her scar... now you can! (it looks like three to four claw marks that were slashed across the back of her head)

This isn’t a starter call (I’m kind of busy rn) so I’ll post something later, but feel free to message me if you’d like to plot!

...

Oh yeah, she forgot her magic does the thing. I’m sure that won’t come up!

[bornofrose]

fellstcr​:

⚔️ // her  journal  was  plucked  out  of  her  bag  ,  and  a  fountain  pen  along  with  it.  as  gyess  prepared  her  small  meal  ,  she  busied  herself  with  readying  a  page  just  for  gyess  within  it. 

          “i  see.”  good  to  know.  prior  training  meant  that  she  could  treat  gyess  as  she  had  mercedes  and  annette.  though  ,  their  abilities  to  understand  their  magic  had  been  instrumental  to  the  ease  with  which  they  learned.  “then  it  is a  fitting  name  for  it.  however  ,  all  magic  has  its  source.  taking  time  to  understand  yours  will  be  the  first  step.  to  start:  why  don’t  you  tell  me  about  the  spells  that  you’ve  already  learned?”

“hmmm...” She hummed in thought. Perhaps Gyess was not used to having to think about here own magic. Back home she was fed instructions and told what to do. Her desire to please outweighed her desire to truly understand.

“I have been taught thirteen spells, and six cantrips.” She pauses from placing copious amount of bread on the plate the properly reply.

“I know spells for defense, such as Shield or... um.... Co-lor Spray! There is also Invisibility, and Haste, oh! I suppose Levitate might also be defensive. So might Enlarge or Reduce and Dimension Door. Though those spells could have many other uses.”

She picks up her jar of peanut butter and picks up her butter knife to begin spreading the substance onto half of the pieces of bread. 

“My attack spells are far fewer in number. Catapult and Magic Missile are commonplace. As my clan is of Red and Gold dragonborn, we used many fire spells. Burning Hands, Fireball, and Fire Storm, though I have not cast it before. We were afraid of what that one could do....”

Those were the ones she remembered the most. There might have been others over time, but they were her go to’s for spells.

“O-oh. I also know some minor spells! Mending, Message, Light, Mage Hand, Control flames, and... er....pr...prest... (prestidigitation). I know not the common word for it. It is quite a long word.” She giggles a little, returning to her sandwiches.

[bornofrose]

sterrenlied​:

✧*:･ﾟ| A cultural exchange! Eyes light up like bright blue stars, flickering with a DESIRE for knowledge. A smile flutters upon his lips, as though in encouragement. 

❝OH I see!❞ He doesn’t think for a moment when he MIRRORS those movements, two fingers on his chest and a bow to follow. ❝Like this, hm? But oh, I’m not a member of your clan-❞ Brow furrows as he falls silent for what could have been a single second or what could have been ten. ❝Sorry if that was INAPPROPRIATE of me.❞

CURIOSITY and awkwardness, it seems, are both shared traits. 

HE tucks his own ticket in his pocket - there’s a BOOST of serotonin at the thought of keeping logs of his memories - and nods. ❝Yes, to both. Tickets are especially important, as they contain proof of purchase.❞

SUFFICE to say, when the Dragonborn expressed excitement in this moment, he’s just as thrilled to keep up his bubbly exterior. It would be a shame for someone to be turned away on behalf of a terrible experience and an even greater shame it would be to rush through it all —- he remembers his own first time in a theater like this, the ambience, the stage, nothing at all COMPARED to watching things from the small television in his bedroom. He’s positively beaming.

❝SO lovely, yes? Now, our tickets should have our seating labeled … we can always take our time on our way there.❞

She smiles. "All is well!" she seeks to affirm, followed by a short giggle. "We do not expect humans to remember, but it is good when they do! It is much happiness to be returned in greeting."

It was very rare for her to be teaching others things. She really enjoyed being able to share with someone who was eager to listen.

She almost quiet in her surveillance of the area. No wonder it was so loud she could hear it from all the way in her bush shelter. She looks down at her own ticket. For the first time a very puzzled expression appeared on her face. She did not know how to read the ticket... nor did she know how to read the script.

“um... perhaps, i might follow you! I am most happy to explore.” She glances around, her eyes drawn to the big open platform where every seat was faced. “Are we permission to go there? It is much large!” She points to it.

[fellstcr]

idk man late meme is late./ @rose-goldscales​​​ / SUSP.      ↳  ❝  please,  stay for dinner?  i enjoy your company.  ❞

⚔️ // “oh…  alright,”  she  said  ,  reluctantly  nodding  as  she  thread  her  fingers  together.  “but  only  if  we  take  this  time  to  review  your  goals  and  lessons  for  the  future.  i  don’t  normally  take  this  long  to  scrape  together  curriculum  for  my  students.”

         normal  circumstances  ,  of  course  ,  were  not  withstanding.  but  that  was  no  excuse.  “every  mage  is  different.  so  it  would  be  beneficial  to  us  both  that  i  learn  more  about  you  ,  and  your  magic.”

[bornofrose]

Gyess smiled as Byleth agreed. She was very eager in particular to show off a food that Romanus had showed her how to make. They had to be in her accommodation in order to do it, which was perfect cause that’s where they were now!

“Oh, of course! O-okay.” Gyess quickly scampered about collecting the ingredients. A butter knife, Bread, Peanut butter, And lastly Jelly. 

She returned to the table across from Byleth. She’s a little sad she didn’t really know how to make tea. She loved having tea time with Byleth. Maybe she could show her after dinner! Oh, and... her magic.

“W-well... the elders back home had taught me many spells...” she went about preparing the bread into the plate, as according to the first step. “I... have been told my magic is wild magic sorcery... you have seen it before. I-I do not mean to do what it does but I cannot stop it.”

She took a moment to look at the bread she set out. She liked to make herself two... Byleth should also get two. How many slices was that? 

[bornofrose]

Bit by bit she could feel the old magic returning. A part of her felt scared. The more spells she could summon, the more chances the wild magic might erupt. Another part of her... she couldn’t explain it but she could still feel it inside of her.

She felt complete...

...

Though her phone battery had been dead for months (she didn’t know she needed to charge it) she was finally able to mend the crack in her phone’s screen, among a few other dents and cuts. It was nice to have a spell she could rely on.

[heclingmuzik]

With each strike, with each droplets of blood, Ismael can feel a mixture of feeling. There has always been the fear of blood. Seeing it or smelling it always filled her up with the grossest feeling in the world. She felt sick, she'd tremble, cry, and become paralyzed from the fear. Not this time. The feeling is there, she's stuck to the ground, but there is an unspeakable RAGE that just boils at the pit of her stomach. It bubbles up like acid reflux.

WHY ISN'T ANYONE DOING ANYTHING?

It doesn't matter what the other dragonborn has said. HOW could anyone let this happen?

The dragonborns may be tall, but Ismael is at a advantage with her height, AND Without hesitation, she's shooting a lightning arrow RIGHT at the chief. "WHAT THE HELL is your problem!?" Never in her life has she seen THIS kind of parent.

[bornofrose]

He was too distracted by the curse to notice.

The sudden shout of common words and a flurry of a body caught his attention before he could deliver the blow. The arrow struck scaled flesh, with enough force to pierce through and send the lightning through his body.

He roars out in pain. The other two Dragonborn run after Ismael. They'd dropped their guard, but she attacked the chief. No one, human or otherwise could get away with that.

"Ismael... ?" Gyess spoke weakly. She couldn't see anything before her. She heard her voice, her father's roar. Despite realizing she had not received punishment, here body was still numb from acceptance.

"Human!?" The chief shouted at Ismael, His spear was out of reach, but he didn't need it to fight this pathetic blight on their home. "You have sealed your fate!!" Palms open, he sought tear her apart with his own two hands.

[spongedbob]

The sun is pleasantly warm, which has made today the perfect day to make flower crowns. At least in Spongebob's opinion. He's been spending the past half hour with a basket clutched to his side, gently plucking flowers of various colors.

And... Oh! What is that, not far away? Whatever it is, it's absolutely beautiful, and Spongebob oooohs excitedly. He approaches with excitement at first, but then slows down the closer he gets to the Dragonborn. He's curious, having never encountered someone quite like that. He's met plenty of sea creatures, but this being is more like...

"A baby dragon?" Spongebob wonders out loud, contradicting with his new decision to observe from a small distance away.

[bornofrose]

She was not sleeping anymore! She shot up quickly to see who sid that. She'd come to expect many a creature around. Mostly humans, but there were also elves, animals, and dragons too!

... she did not know what this person was.

She stared at him... and she stared... she rubs her eyes and blinks again to stare some more. He looked like a box!

"uh.. oh-uh, n-no!" She quickly shook her head, smiling. She didn't want to be rude! He spoke, so she ought to speak to him as well!

"I am a Dragonborn! We are made in the image of dragons but we do not have wings nor grow to such heights." She stands up to show the stranger her wingless back.

"I am also an adult, though I am small!" She giggles, hopping down from her rock, closing the distance between her and the talking yellow box. "May I ask... what are you? I have never laid eyes on a creature like you... where do you hail from?" She was getting used to not being so anxious around newcomers.

[elfcast]

@rose-goldscales

✲ "Maybe this sounds a little weird, but I'm really glad I bumped into you, Gyess!" This wasn't their first encounter, because she had offered the dragonborn a place to stay a couple of weeks back. But it was the first time Marcille had said something like this as they walked alongside each other.

"I get pretty anxious here, you know? Being obviously not tall-man, er... Not human. I always feel out of place and people are always staring at my ears. So it's nice knowing there are people that come from worlds like mine, you know? I don't feel so... alone."

[bornofrose]

Gyess was happily following along when Marcille spoke. She was confused at first but smiled warmly.

[Yes, I do believe I know as you mean!] She glances up at the elf, though to Gyess she hardly seemed out of place to her! Well relatively speaking. She had met those of fantasy worlds, though she had yet to meet another Dragonborn herself.

'There are many who question my own heritage. Though I have been most fortunate to encounter dragons here! I am most happy we are friends!'

[bornofrose]

But if you’re in dragon form all of the time, how can you hug your daughter?