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@swiftfootedrouge
A mysterious new student in the academy who joined recently. Winston is still trying to find his way in the world after some troubles in his past.
A prodigy RP blog set in the Prodigy Umbra universe
Run by @solemn-siren
Main team members:
Marquise - Snowfluff, male, ice
Arcs
#Dragon isles arc - started August 2024 with the release of Dragon isles.
Useful links
Prodigy Umbra wiki
Winston’s reference sheet
divider sourcess: x x x
shadow and astral… they’re so different but also similar and closely intertwined with each other… Maybe we are close to finding the answer I need.
From out of the pages of a worn, tarnished book, the nameplate scuffed like most other Shadow magic artefacts, slips sheets of what seems to be scribbles? The pages are rough and scuffed, the edges torn. The ink bleeds, obscuring some of the words to unintelligible messes, but what is legible is in such beautifully rick cursive, it’s hard to believe it was found in a book.
The book itself? A tome on Shadow magic’s intricacies. The cover seems to have been scratched with initials, of which are obscured. In fact, some of the scuffs are from whay appears to be magic? It’s hard to tell.
The pages of the book are decently tidy and well kept despite the cover. The margins are crammed with notes and symbols, some drawings and doodles scattered between. It’s clear whoever owned this book before knew what they were doing.
But the pages… The pages now lying outside of their safe confines. They seemed almost like… a journal entry? How had this gotten in a book about Shadow Magic??
It reads;
“14/10/XXXX The Academy
Recently, a new development has occurred. A new discovery. Shadow magic’s intricacies related, of course. According to small-scale tests, when Shadow magic, and of course, subsequently Shadow objects, interact with Astral magic, it doesn’t negatively react, at least, not in the way they always tell you it will… The small concentrations of Shadow and Astral I used almost seemed to work in harmony! They circle each other so beautifully, and the display onlu ended because the Shadow magic was burning through the cover of the book I was selfishly using as a rest.
I simply HAVE to show N—- this discovery. He mightn’t react well… But our debates on Shadow magic always go decently. And besides, this is a development in Astral magic, too!! Anyway, I have to get back to actually studying. - E”
- @ask-the-puppet-master
He almost didn’t notice the journal entry, searching through the many books he took from the archives in Val’s house. It was just something he glazed his eye over, before its contents caught his attention.
Shadow magic… he was once tainted by it. He despised and feared it, worried it would take hold of him once again, like it did to his family. He wanted to help rid of it, or at least, stop it from hurting others.
This entry intrigued him… shadow and astral worked in harmony, not against each other. Perhaps… it was the key he was looking for.
“Hey, have you seen this?” Val handed Winston a different book. It was an old tome, with pages torn and damaged.
The drawing was of an old hourglass, with the shadow symbol clearly engraved into it. However the star at the bottom… it seemed to relate to astral.
“An hourglass that can turn back time…” Val held the tone to her face, “…do you think the order of influence created it to ensure victory, by changing the past?”
He paused for a moment. “It seems like something they would do…”
I’M OUT I’M OUT I’M OUT I’M OUT—
Now to meet back with Val to see if any of these resources is what I’m after!
Take that guards I’m faster and swifter
I’M OUT I’M OUT I’M OUT I’M OUT—
Now to meet back with Val to see if any of these resources is what I’m after!
Oh I found something interesting.
And I also hear footsteps that’s my cue to leave
Hi I’m messaging from the archives (no you didn’t see this teachers)
I found some books that I think could help me, but I also found other weird stuff. Trying to decide if I should leave now or stick around and gather more.
I think I made the prep work I need to do to sneak into the archives.
Wish me luck. And if the teachers are seeing this no you don’t.
A letter written in fancy handwriting, delivered by a Snowfluff
“Hi do you know how to gain access to the archives in the Academy. Thanks.”
-W
((@swiftfootedrouge ))
Mal, who had been engrossed in a book—and enshrouded in a mist of purple—, started when she saw the Snowfluff, causing the sleeping Vegabloom on her lap to scamper away. She huffed a sigh of annoyance, paying the small Snowfluff in a few leaves of a pine tree she was able to summon in her palm. The rest of the leaves fell to the ground as she shook the lingering magic away, but a small deposit stayed, sticking close to her palms.
Mal sighed. She’d read the first two words and her mind was already clouded with a headache. Was no one teaching these students how to write?!
But Mal wasn’t one to ignore fan mail. She thanked a Batterbot with mismatched metal as it handed her a pencil and took a fresh piece of paper from the coffee table in front of her. Fresh paper was always a staple in her letter writing.
“To, W,
Well, It all depends on what you can offer me. Some information, perhaps? A book you can steal on my behalf? Or perhaps—“
But Mal crossed out those last two words. Something stopped him from writing “Or perhaps your hatred for the Puppet Master and the Academy would be enough.” A great something held his arm back, dancing around him like stardust in the night sky. It was… disorienting. But before Mal could look up to even see the force, the great something slinked away again, back to the corners. Mal shook his head.
“Or perhaps, our views just align. A shared enemy with an interesting solution. All this is to say, yes. I do. You’ll find notes in my study for more details. I trust you know where the Plant wing is?
Dearest, M.J.J.”
“I’m at the plant wing. Send Marquise if you need anything. -W.V.L .”
That was the note Winston left for Val as he walked across the academy hallways, finding his way to the plant wing. Truth be told… he hasn’t really been to this part of the academy often. His classes were in other wings.
Was Val right about this? About this professor being able to help?
The plant magic wing of the Academy was… predictable. The tall pine door of the entrance opened up to a long corridor. Ivy trellises adorned the walls like thick tapestries, flowing carefully into planters below. The planters were rectangular and rather thin, but the beginnings of daffodils peeked over the edges of the boxes. The floor was made of smooth marble, broken up in interesting swirling arcs of some kind of deep green stone. The pattern was interlaced with gold, and the skylight stretching across the roof made it sparkle enchantingly.
At the end of the corridor sat a large hall, octagonal in shape and bearing much of the same decor. However, the trellises were replaced by actual tapestries, adorning the spots of the white wall where doors weren’t. Carefully embedded into the wall of white stone were more pine doors, each labelled with what they lead to.
In the centermost side of the octagon was a particularly tall door, glass flowers and leaves decorating the wood, resting on thin golden stems. A plate in the centre of the door read “PROF. M.J. JUNIPER”, the text slightly scuffed as if someone had once tried to change it. This was Mal’s office.
Mal’s office was… well, it was nothing short of beautifully elegant. Green carpet stretched out like moss, broken only by pine furniture. A sofa rested against one wall, an armchair next to it, making an L shape around a fireplace. A pine desk sat at the back of the room, tall stained glass windows allowing colourful sunbeams to dance over the smooth surface. Two chairs sat in front of the desk, clearly for meetings, and a well-upholstered desk chair rested behind it, thick green velvet coating its cushions. The walls at first seemed just to be wood panelled, but upon closer inspection, it was lined with actual bark. It was beginning to chip without Mal’s magic, stray bark crunching underfoot. Paintings and photos adorned the space where ivy didnt occupy, and a cork board decorated the space next to Mal’s desk. The desk itself?
Just as he had said, a scrawl of notes littered the desk in a display most unbefitting of someone like Mal. It was like he had had to leave in a hurry. The notes made enough sense, scribbles in messy cursive on the weak points of the library’s security, how to get in undetected, what to do if caught. Mixed in were a few other scribbles, but those didn’t make much sense, and didn’t really seem to pertain to the restricted section. Mal knew what he was talking about, and this was a plan to get into the library and take what was needed.
The way the plant wing was decorated made Winston consider switching from fire to plant… but alas, he wasn’t here to admire the architecture.
In a way, the gold and the marble reminded him of his own home. It gave a sense of wealth and power, which the academy, from his perspective, gave a lot of.
Finding Mal’s office was easy. Thankfully. He opened the doors, finding a room that was completely different from the elegant hallways he was just in.
“What in the…” was Winston’s first reaction. This was the office of an academy teacher? This was actually his first time entering a teacher’s office so… he didn’t have any expectations.
Winston easily found the desk, and the notes he was after. He was expecting some kind of ‘pass to get into the archives’ not ‘how to break in’ but… entering is still entering. Checking to make sure no one was watching, he stuffed the notes into his pocket snd left, carefully closing the door behind him.
A letter written in fancy handwriting, delivered by a Snowfluff
“Hi do you know how to gain access to the archives in the Academy. Thanks.”
-W
((@swiftfootedrouge ))
Mal, who had been engrossed in a book—and enshrouded in a mist of purple—, started when she saw the Snowfluff, causing the sleeping Vegabloom on her lap to scamper away. She huffed a sigh of annoyance, paying the small Snowfluff in a few leaves of a pine tree she was able to summon in her palm. The rest of the leaves fell to the ground as she shook the lingering magic away, but a small deposit stayed, sticking close to her palms.
Mal sighed. She’d read the first two words and her mind was already clouded with a headache. Was no one teaching these students how to write?!
But Mal wasn’t one to ignore fan mail. She thanked a Batterbot with mismatched metal as it handed her a pencil and took a fresh piece of paper from the coffee table in front of her. Fresh paper was always a staple in her letter writing.
“To, W,
Well, It all depends on what you can offer me. Some information, perhaps? A book you can steal on my behalf? Or perhaps—“
But Mal crossed out those last two words. Something stopped him from writing “Or perhaps your hatred for the Puppet Master and the Academy would be enough.” A great something held his arm back, dancing around him like stardust in the night sky. It was… disorienting. But before Mal could look up to even see the force, the great something slinked away again, back to the corners. Mal shook his head.
“Or perhaps, our views just align. A shared enemy with an interesting solution. All this is to say, yes. I do. You’ll find notes in my study for more details. I trust you know where the Plant wing is?
Dearest, M.J.J.”
“I’m at the plant wing. Send Marquise if you need anything. -W.V.L .”
That was the note Winston left for Val as he walked across the academy hallways, finding his way to the plant wing. Truth be told… he hasn’t really been to this part of the academy often. His classes were in other wings.
Was Val right about this? About this professor being able to help?
The academy library doesn’t have any books on shadow magic. Reasonable. What I’m looking for are books on dispelling shadow magic from objects.
I heard the archives might help… but I also heard some strange stories around it.
Just sneak in and take a few, I’m sure no one will notice
Val what the
The academy library doesn’t have any books on shadow magic. Reasonable. What I’m looking for are books on dispelling shadow magic from objects.
I heard the archives might help… but I also heard some strange stories around it.
Astral… despite taking catch up classes before coming to the academy it’s still an element I struggle to master. And now Val’s dumping years worth of textbooks on astral magic out of no where expecting me to what? Learn what I’ve already been told?
anyways what’s up with the rumors about the archives? I hear a lot of them.
Astral… despite taking catch up classes before coming to the academy it’s still an element I struggle to master. And now Val’s dumping years worth of textbooks on astral magic out of no where expecting me to what? Learn what I’ve already been told?
Hey, do you like prodigy? I have been playing this game since 6th to 12th grade, I have loved it since. Have you heard about Dragon isle? It awesome 😻🐉
ooc post:
I’ve been playing prodigy since… oh god, 2017?!
Where did the time go? Anyways bit of history, I started when my teacher told us about the game and made our accounts. I still use that one to this day, and I’ve seen the game change itself… 3 times huh. What a wild journey
Dragon isle is one of my favorite additions to prodigy, a close second to crystal caverns hehe.
I hate tests… can summer break come already
Winston ref. He has a drastically different design from his ingame counterpart, I’m aware. And I think that shows how he’s trying to change himself.
Once I have more time, I’ll probably do a Winston lore arc or something.
