The mask tilted slightly up, not revealing his face by any means. He took a slow sip of the martini he had managed to procure. His forth of the night when someone screamed from across the room, by instinct alone he kept his martini tilted up to finish it off, his other hand going to let his wand resting in his sleeve go into a more ready position. He saw the worried looks and people looking down at napkins, he figured he’d follow suit. Finishing off the martini, he sat the glass aside and grabbed the paper, flipping it over to reveal a note left for all of them. He couldn’t help but raise a brow under his mask as it slid back into place.
“Well, this night just got a million times more interesting.” He muttered half to himself, not noticing he was technically talking to the person right next to him, the same note in their own hands. He glanced over to verify this fact, his next sentence directed to them, “What do you think? Bullshit threat? I mean, if I was going to kill all the important families...most of them are at this event, it’s not a horrible plan. What do you think? Fake or should we go full blown panic like the screaming people?”
The quiet tinkling music of the Gala covered the first surprised gasp of the evening; before long, the placecards on the tables were flipped by panicked party-goers. On them, a message revealed itself line by line.
Congratulations! Thank you for coming to our Masked until Midnight gala, if you’ve made it this far then I’m pleased to announce that everything is going according to plan. Each and everyone of you are now part of an exciting spell that has been perfected over the course of many years. Most of you may feel some adverse side effects over the course of the next few weeks but there’s no need to fret those are only temporary. Death though -- that’s permanent.
Your Friends - The Hunters
Under this read more we have broken down the spell that everyone at the Gala was placed under and the effects that should be expected. After the effects you will also find a list of all the characters rated on tiers; one being the most in control of their magic and three being the least. The characters on the third tear will feel the effects of the spell first, the people on the top will likely not feel anything until weeks have passed in game.
Spell: qui furabatur meam. Translates to: Soul Stealer. The effect is a slow drain of the victim’s magic by means of drainage through their body. It would present, at first, like a common cold. Since wizard kind doesn’t use magic to fix everything (I. E. Harry’s vision could have been fixed) they likely wouldn’t have something to heal a common cold as it’s just a minor inconvenience and not life threatening. Depending on the victim’s magical prowess, they could survive for a week (children, wizards and witches who don’t have extreme control of their magic) or longer. (For instance if Dumbledore or Voldemort were to contract it, he would likely survive for upwards to a year before the decline happened.) The second stage is their magic becoming uncontrollable; random outbursts, spells misfiring, etc. The final stage is complete loss of control over their body to the point where they are paralyzed. They would die within days/hours of the paralysis.
The invitations were delivered with haste and it was never made quite clear as to why the event was being held. What was certain is that there would be plenty of fun to be had and it was something no one would want to miss. Who could blame anyone for being hestitant given the last gala where a woman had been murdered? Never fret, we’re sure the butterflies in your stomach are nothing but nerves.
This event will take place from posting time on Friday, August the 10th until the end of day on Sunday, August the 19th, please tag all starters & interactions with requiescatevent013. They should also be dated with date: August 10th, 1979. We invite you to post images of what your character is wearing in addition to participating in the event. Monday the 13th of August we will have an exciting turn of events posted via the main. Please keep your eyes peeled for that!
