More character design sketches for Magic & Stuff on Youtube! Felyn, Freddie, and Mrs. Reedings are all such amazing characters to play off of, I had a blast drawing them!!!
Finally made a solid fit for Miko?? I forgot that making her a tailor gives me free will to design whatever the hell I want for her lmao
I'm sure with just a bit of mana and rainbow linen, she can make her skirts reflect the magic she's harnessing. Maybe some gold ore for the beads?? ...hehe I love this game
Anyways her default is purple!! I really gotta type up the rest of my lore for her since obv dark magic isn't normally part of the wizard track................SMIRK
The pilot episode of Northwood Abbey! It’s kinda chaotic and nasty but please enjoy! I’m really excited to start this journey with you guys! However, I am crap at writing in the third person so this’ll be a journey for all of us.
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Episode One under the cut! Enjoy!
Episode One: Pilot
The text came again, this time from a different number. The message remained the same, but whoever had sent it seemed to be taking a different approach this time.
We did try to warn you.
Mychael rolled his eyes. These freaks seemed determined to keep up the prank. It had been almost a month since the first text, and he’d already gotten several threatening messages from different numbers, all giving the same name as the source. The Abbey. Frankly, he didn’t want to know or care. But something about the name intrigued him.
A bell rang outside as the paperboy rode by. Mychael ran to the door and opened it slowly. His next door neighbors were out on the front lawn, letting their dog run around. A man with long brown hair pulled into a bun was chatting away amiably with them, probably about the weather.
“Good Morning, Mychael,” Mr. Beaulieu said offhandedly.
Mychael nodded in response, walking straight towards the paper and walking back to his house. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bright red flyer stuck in his mailbox. Quietly, he walked over and grabbed it. The guy with the man bun came walking past and seemed to notice the paper as well. Mychael jumped with a start as he spoke.
“You too? That carnival that just came into town must be really desperate for patrons.”
“There’s a carnival in town?”
“Oh sure,” the man laughed, “They set up by the old church in the woods behind Martona High School.”
“Have you gone yet?” Mychael asked.
The man shook his head. Without any further comment, he turned and continued on his morning run. Mychael grabbed the flyer and slowly read the black script words on the cherry red paper.
Madame Cyvalo Humbly Invites You To The Medusan Traveling Carnival
He went inside and put the paper on his fridge, making sure to use the magnet that drew the most attention. It had been ages since there’d been a carnival in town. The people in them always seemed so interesting and fun to him. Not to mention, the carnival workers seemed to be the only people other than his annoying neighbors or his girlfriend who had ever noticed him.
Speaking of which…
Hey, are we still on for tonight?
Absolutely!
Alright, see you there ;)
…
Several hours later, when the sun was falling down past the horizon, the doorbell rang. Mychael opened it to reveal a flash of bright pink hair. After a few minutes of small talk, Mychael offered to go to the carnival and get their fortunes as a couple read. That was something normal couples did right?
The second they arrived, Mychael noticed something was off. The whole carnival seemed to be just one tent with a ticket booth in front. A man sat in the ticket booth, his hair a shade of bright green. As the couple approached, Mychael noticed how Isabella seemed to tense up beside him. Something was definitely off.
And the old abandoned church behind the tent did nothing to lighten the mood. Cruel looking gargoyle’s clung to pretty much every overhang. The steeple had long since collapsed, and the bell sat on the roof, sheared in half by whatever had dropped it there. The stone walls of the structure were covered in moss, vines, dust, and what looked like gunpowder.
“Welcome to Madame Cyvalo’s Traveling Medusan Carnival,” The man droned, “How may I assist you?”
“Two tickets please,” Mychael replied.
“Did you bring the flyer?”
Mychael froze. What an odd question that was. The? As if there was only one flyer in the whole world. With a worried glance at Isabella, then back at the green-haired man, Mychael slowly pulled the red paper out of his pocket.
The man took it, giving a small, unenthusiastic smile as he swiped the flyer out of Mychael’s hand. Isabella seemed to be even more uncomfortable now. The man in the ticket booth seemed to be oblivious, which would’ve been hard to do, the poor girl looked like she was about to throw up.
“The flyer only works for one person,” The man droned on.
Mychael, of course, took this the wrong way. He glanced angrily at the man’s nametag, Xeph, it said. He grabbed Isabella’s hand and began scolding the carnival employee.
“Now listen here,” he glanced at the nametag again, already having forgotten his name, “Xeph. I was promised a carnival experience. I get here, no one else is here except for that tent, the creepy church, and some asshole telling me I can only buy one ticket to a carnival! Do you realize how sketchy that sounds?”
Xeph gave an unapologetic smile. “Your girl’s not looking so hot there, buddy.”
Mychael turned around just in time to watch Isabella collapse. He crouched over and began to panic. Within a second, Xeph was at his side, whispering in his ear.
“Madame Cyvalo only takes one customer at a time,” he chuckled quietly in Mychael’s ear. “Your little partner will have to wait her turn. And you wouldn’t want to keep The Madame waiting, she’s already done that for too long.”
“What about Iz?”
“She’ll be fine,” Xeph replied, then crossed a finger over his heart, “I swear.”
Mychael turned quietly to the tent and stood slowly. He gave a scared glance at the ticket booth minder, who urged him on silently, a twisted smile plastered across his face. Mychael slowly walked towards the tent and slid aside the flap. Hundreds of silken fabrics hung from the ceiling, and a small round table sat in the middle of the room. A few empty bookshelves were scattered around the scarlets, purples, light blues, and dark greens.
“I’d say I was expecting company,” A raspy voice sounded behind him. Mychael jumped to see that the table, which had been empty only moments before was now covered in candles. A woman sat on the side opposite him, a crystal ball placed precariously on the table before her.
“But that would be an understatement,” she finished. Her voice had the strang quality of honey, while still sounding like she hadn’t gone five seconds without smoking a cigarette in the past fifty years. A faint accent, maybe spanish, permeated her words, giving her an even stranger air. Her dark skin was framed with black curls of hair and magenta silk robes. All in all, she looked like she was part of the tent, not just someone who occasionally worked out of it.
“Who are you?”
She scoffed, “Is it not obvious?”
Mychael sat down carefully on a cushion across from the woman. She stared at him, or, into him. It was hard to say how uncomfortable her gaze made him.
“Shall we begin?” Madame Cyvalo jeered.
Without giving Mychael a chance to respond, The Madame began to speak, not even looking into her crystal ball. Each sentence she spoke seemed to hammer into Mychael’s head and support and calm it all the same. Everything she did felt and essentially was contradictory of itself by nature, and yet it made sense.
“Let us start with that little girlfriend of yours, huh? No good, try again with new one. Will probably kill you and leave you in ditch for fun.”
Mychael opened his mouth to speak, but Cyvalo jabbered on.
“Now, that lovely man you met that morning he seems more your speed,” She faltered, “To keep you alive darling, this isn’t a love reading.”
Mychael was, needless to say, heavily confused.
“I see a woman in red, no good, stay away from her if possible. Satan, ooh he’s looking very handsome today. And for you darling, oh I see so much pain, but you will most likely enjoy it, I suppose that is what I should say to make you feel better.”
She suddenly clapped her hands together and the crystal ball shattered in her lap. Mychael jumped as she pointed past him to one of the empty bookshelves, which was no longer empty. A single book sat upon the shelf, its cover a deep purple.
“Take it,” she urged, “It has protected me for years, now it shall do the same for you.”
“What is going on here?”
“Have you never done this before darling?”
Madame Cyvalo stood, towering above Mychael. The woman seemed to hold a ethereal might behind her frail form. Her hair began to flow in an unfelt and unsourced wind.
“This is me saving your life,” she said. But something was wrong, her voice had changed. A sound at the front of the tent tore Mychael’s attention away from the woman floating in the air. Xeph came running through the fabric drapes, blood dripping from a wound on his arm.
“She’s awake,” he said. Mychael assumed he was talking about Isabella, but wondered why he sounded afraid. A few moments later, he knew the answer.
Isabella came tearing through the tent, her fingers had stretched into claws. Her pink hair had grown wild and erratic, and her eyes were glowing yellow with flame.
“Where is he?” She thundered.
As the horrifically twisted form of Mychael’s girlfriend locked its eyes on him. Madame Cyvalo shouted for him to hold the book out in front of him like a shield. At the last moment, he raised the book in front of his eyes and felt Isabella’s grip wrap around it.
The change was immediate. Her skin began to burn and boil and an unearthly screech tore its way out of her throat. She writhed, trying to get away from the book, but it had welded to her hands. She screamed and rolled around on the floor. She finally managed to break free from the book, then scrambled out of the tent and into the night.
“Shit,” Cyvalo hissed, sinking down to the floor, pulling her hoop earrings out and setting them on the table.
“What do we do now?” Xeph asked hesitantly.
“We hunt it down,” Cyvalo replied.
“What do we do about,” Xeph paused, then motioned at Mychael.
