🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: In many of the stories of the Archivist's shelves, good triumphs over evil. As they watch the curse progress across the land and, in disparate pockets, succeed or fail as brave witches step up to confront it, they know the real world is more varied. ::
🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: Sentences form and crumble around the library. :: Smoke curls along the floor, seeking any crack it can find to expand its essence and presence. :: The curse is spreading, and much like a wildfire, it may be too late to contain it. 💠
Kat the Lore Mistress@loremistress93.bsky.social · last yr.:: The shelves of books around you have caught fire. The dragon turns towards you and readies its flame breath once more. :: The blank book opens. It beckons. Time slows to a stop as words tumble from your mouth and onto the page. :: 💠
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: Tick-tock, goes the clock. The Archivist acknowledges this newly discovered key. They catalogue this, filing it away into another collection. Perhaps an enterprising witch may deign to seek the Archmage out?
Sebastian Yūe 💜🧡@sebastianyue.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: The scene shifts. :: This is a place beyond a place. The air is static with magic and starlight. A majestic clock tower hovers in this fluid space dimension, surrounded by irridescent shards of mirrorlike glass. The shards hum and resonate.
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: The sky darkens outside the window of the library as the curse stretches further, unchecked. In the 'to-file' box, a page from an old school homework, half-completed, a corner chewed. The Archivist sets it out with a pencil. Someone should finish this. :: 💠
W.H. Arthur RPG@wharthur.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: Dark clouds are looming and you hear thunders in the distance. In front of the school entrance, you see Morgan the High Janitor sweeping the floor with her broom. :: The curse is advancing quicker than I expect. It might already be too late. 1/
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: This one is a pin in a map on the wall, places traveled, places lived. Only, the roads on this map are burning, slow embers creeping across paper leaving empty charred paper between places. :: A spell runs rampant! The Cursed close in. Cast this ritual with haste! 💠
Harbinger of Doom@brandesstoddard.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: The Thrice-Scarred Soul guards his name well, lest the dire entities from Outside, with which he consorts, learn it and sunder his summoning circle. You visit him in his outer chancel, a basement room with a cement-slab floor under East Atlanta Village. :: 1/
🧿 #BlueSkyCoven :: A geode of scintillating crystals sits on display. Plucked from the Valley of Muses, it is remarkable in its own right. You hold it close and hear the song of a witch who stood against the darkness, pushing it back from this sacred place. :: Sing and play! Break the curse. 💠
wherewolf@wherewolf.bsky.social · last yr.#BlueSkyCoven Endless eternals softly sigh// my sisters nine, slumbering lie
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: A new page arrives, folded in on itself; this is a paper-locked letter. If you don’t know how it's folded, you’ll destroy the text inside. It’s another ritual to help break the curse. The archivist files it with hope that one witch will decipher the message. :: 💠
The Witches of Wederra Keep@wederrakeep.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: At the heart of a twisting labyrinth under the false moon sits imprisoned one cursed witch, their power stolen by a twisted god. You can visit this chained creature, marvel at them, spectate at the punishment for their hubris. Small words drip from their lips. ::
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: A new page arrives, folded in on itself; this is a paper-locked letter. If you don’t know how it's folded, you’ll destroy the text inside. It’s another ritual to help break the curse. The archivist files it with hope that one witch will decipher the message. :: 💠
The Witches of Wederra Keep@wederrakeep.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: At the heart of a twisting labyrinth under the false moon sits imprisoned one cursed witch, their power stolen by a twisted god. You can visit this chained creature, marvel at them, spectate at the punishment for their hubris. Small words drip from their lips. ::
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: The Grimoire is open but the Archivist pauses in their recording to return to earlier pages They remain open, and visible A chance for all the Coven to see :: A feather, with crumbs of ash www.brokensky.blue/reading-the-... 1/
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🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: One page in the Grimoire is unlike the others, covered as it is in a thin frost. This page speaks of an enigmatic winter witch. It speaks of how few have seen her, fewer still have survived. It also speaks of the secrets she holds. She is worth seeking out. ::
Annina Kaski@anninakaski.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: The icy wind whistles in your ears. As you slowly open your eyes the vast white expanse of the icy tundra opens up in front of you. A whiteness that seems to go on forever. You are taken back by the ever-present brightness. 1/
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: One page in the Grimoire is unlike the others, covered as it is in a thin frost. This page speaks of an enigmatic winter witch. It speaks of how few have seen her, fewer still have survived. It also speaks of the secrets she holds. She is worth seeking out. ::
Annina Kaski@anninakaski.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: The icy wind whistles in your ears. As you slowly open your eyes the vast white expanse of the icy tundra opens up in front of you. A whiteness that seems to go on forever. You are taken back by the ever-present brightness. 1/
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: The Grimoire is open but the Archivist pauses in their recording to return to earlier pages They remain open, and visible A chance for all the Coven to see :: A feather, with crumbs of ash www.brokensky.blue/reading-the-... 1/
Reading the Ashes | Quinn Murphy | Broken Sky
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🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: A quill scratches on a parchment as this new ceremony is recorded. A path; a poison; a cry. The Archivist hears and sees the power of this spell. The curse wavers, but it does not break. Yet. We are glad for the coming help.:: 💠
Tristan@hydrangea-blues.bsky.social · last yr.I know what it is to be alone, rootless as I have been. A voice crying out for help should not go unheeded. Though it calls me deeper into the shifting faults, I will not falter. I will help however I can. I hear you. I am coming. 💠
#BlueskyCoven In dreams I travel the cracks between what was, what is, and what may yet be. It's a good place to divine - lost things, things that slipped through the cracks, often end up here. A voice, calling: "Let me out." An echo, defeated: "No one hears me." 1/
Dancing Stickman@dancingstickman.com · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery :: No one hears her. No one's coming. :: Her consciousness and presence fade. She disappears back into her void, an empty white space where the only messages a listener can hear are through dreams. :: 💠
🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: The Archivist writes the story backwards, from the end to the beginning. :: When they emerge from their absorption, they have to read the first page several times for the significance of Meridian's descent to dawn on them. :: 💠
Sebastian Yūe 💜🧡@sebastianyue.bsky.social · last yr.:: Why do they *want* to feel the void's embrace? And why, when they open their mouth to scream, does the taste of power linger on their tongue? :: 💠
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery The High Priestess has spoken -- the Coven Under the Blue Sky must perform the ritual magic that will keep the curse at bay while they search for the keys to ending it.
NightlingBug@nightlingbug.bsky.social · last yr.Amazing, yes -- @covenarchivist.bsky.social spread the word to the Coven: they'll need to ask Jay where to find the other Lorekeepers and perform the Ceremonies if they want to find everything they need to push the curse back. 💠
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Expression :: The Archivist offers their own #Inspiration to the Coven. :: Perils many beset this quest Twisted paths your wits may test Locked away, the Accursèd wait For the Coven to collaborate Should you struggle to journey's end This burden should be shared with friends 💠
🧿#BlueskyCoven :: Turning their mind to the gathering storm clouds, the splintering sky, and the still-open Gates, the Archivist turns to the Book of Names. :: They scratch out the Oracle's guides to the doors. Hurriedly, they pen the names of the witches who heeded the first call. :: 1/
🧿 #BlueskyCoven The Oracle has perceived the other Gate. Quickly -- the Coven must cross through both portals to find the source of the curse and seal it off. Follow the trail through the Oracle's vision. 💠
jay Dragon is sleepy@jdragsky.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Inspiration You seek your fortune and have been granted a quest. The maiden is drawn below by Death, and you are asked to follow. Strife and struggle, indeed. Ready your wits and wisdom. You'll need them about you. Her Gate is buried deep within her own corruption. 💠
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #TarotWar :: The Archivist makes a quick note. :: "The God of Order and Sovereignty pits its own courts against themselves in order to advance upon the High Priestess. The Prince of Blades perishes and The Nameless Thing That Invented Death's interests are advanced." 💠
Princess of Pentacles@tarot-p11.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven #TarotWar Let it be known that the Prince of Swords @tarot-s12.bsky.social now lays dead, slain by the hand of another Prince. I have recorded this passing in the ledger. I fear now the balance will come due.
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Inspiration A quest from the Oracle! Which witches will endeavor to seek the keys to close the door on the demon that has claimed @wederrakeep.bsky.social ? 💠
jay Dragon is sleepy@jdragsky.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Inspiration To close the Gate, you must first pass through it. The path is treacherous, but at the center of the Labyrinth is the portal through which their true Self waits for deliverance. 💠
🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: The Archivist jerks their head up from their tome with a start. A bit of ink is splattered across their nose. :: A practiced witch themself, they sense the tugging of the Strands that binds the demon's puppets to itself and beyond to the Coven. :: This can't be good. 💠
The Witches of Wederra Keep@wederrakeep.bsky.social · last yr.#BlueskyCoven #TarotWar :: To the audience. :: That’s exactly the stuff I want! I’d settle in to watch if I were you. This is getting gooood.
🧿 #BlueskyCoven The curse has breached the threshold and is in our world. Quickly - the Coven Under the Blue Sky must gather to help the High Priestess and the Oracle contain it. Seek out your covenmates! 💠
NightlingBug@nightlingbug.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 :: The sky shatters. :: OH! Uh, Jay, we've got very little time, let's go? 🧿
🧿 #BlueskyCoven Initiates! If you require assistance during this gathering of the Coven Under the Blue Sky, please accept these tools of working. :: They present a list of names. :: These are the Accursed, the Coven elders, and my faithful attendants. 1/
The Archivist@covenarchivist.bsky.social · last yr.:: The Archivist steps forward. :: I will of course record the affairs of this gathering of the coven. An account of the work of the #BlueskyCoven shall be kept in the Grimoire, and my faithful attendants Basil, Lyndon, and Rep, will make themselves ready to counsel the initiates. 🧿
:: The Archivist ends their long trek through the desert at the keyhole arch, carved through the rock by the currents of a long-dead ocean. As they squint at the portal, their attendants follow, carrying ancient scrolls upon their backs. :: 🧿
NightlingBug@nightlingbug.bsky.social · last yr.🧿 #BlueskyCoven :: From the North, the High Priestess steps into the clearing in the grove. It won't be long. The Oracle and the Archivist are her most reliable allies. :: She approaches the standing stones, waiting at the threshold. :: 🧿
