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☁ the sky looks pissed; the wind talks back╮
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE

❶. xx ❷. xx ❸. xxxx theniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoortheniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoor
▌▌▌▌██████xx♛ ⋮❝ AND IF YOU COME AROUND AGAIN


Hidden deep within the woods of a thick forest was a coven of good witches, who secretly helped people for as much as they could, with good fortune, bountiful harvests, and calm weathers. Of course, they lived among the humans in a nearby town, who were grateful for their state of living not to the witches, but to their deities. The coven was content with this, and continued helping those who were in need. The town flourished into a kingdom, after centuries with the coven's help. One day, a group of human hunters ventured deep into the forest, and bore witness of witchcraft and the witches as well. With bows and arrows and machetes, the hunters ransacked the coven's hideout and tried to purify them from the Devil's clutches. The witches fought bravely and valiantly, and even then, they only used defensive spells to prevent hurting the humans, but they were eventually outnumbered and overpowered. Some who were still able ran for their lives, while those who were unfortunate were imprisoned, and later, charred on a stake. The coven didn't bear no ill will for the humans' ignorance, but they stopped helping in turn. Since then, witches were hunted throughout the kingdom, and those who were accused and caught were immediately burned in the stake without trial. The witches hid their magical abilities far away, and lived like regular humans. Without magic, there was nothing. The coven decided to stop the use of magic, for even secrecy wasn't enough. The magical folk ceased witchcraft, and lived normally with the humans. They were quiet, and married humans, and lived their lives as trophy wives, working fathers, and playful siblings. The coven was not abandoned, however. It was just buried.

The kingdom fell to despair: there came the plague, there came wars, there came genocides. It got hotter; there was less food for people; there was chaos and anarchy; crime was rampant and deaths were on the rise. The king and his trusted councilors were unable to do anything. They tried planting a lot of food, but they only made the soil useless and barren. They tried making more money, but inflation erupted. They were useless. The kingdom rotted away, to rubble and to dust, until the good witches stepped in and decided that what the humans have suffered was enough. The new generations returned to their ancestors' grotto and began incantations and spells. They brought back serenity, and good harvest, and everything their ancestors gave to the humans. The land prospered, and the soils were fertile again. The skies rained and cleansed man's sins to the world. It was as if the world was reborn anew, like a phoenix arising from its ashes. The kingdom rejoiced, and once more the king and his subjects restored their faith to whatever they believed in. Was the coven still content with this anonymous benefactors, though? No, they decided. Well, some of them, anyway. They thought the anonymity must cease.

Conflict between the members of the coven arose, which ultimately led to its separation: two groups were formed after two different ideas were wanted to be implemented. Mantra was formed by members of the coven who wanted to unmask their identity and bask in the people's adulation. They have helped the people enough for them to have some gratitude in their hearts, and acceptance for the supernatural. Nothing's wrong if they took the glory of their praise, right? Mantra was determined. It was time for them to show their faces and plunge the world into the face of truth. No, they did not intend global domination. All they wanted was acceptance, and gratitude, and to live in harmony with non-magical folk. They wanted to freely conduct witchcraft in public, and the thought of humans helping them with incantations and powerful spells would be majestic! With humans and witches hand in hand, who knows what they could achieve? Who knows what the future might hold? The possibilities were endless!

The second group, Coetus Occulti, argued otherwise. They claimed that the humans will not treat them any better like how they treated their ancestors when seen doing the "Devil's work". The group was by no means resentful towards the humans; they just didn't want a big change in their lifestyle. Why change a 2000 year old style of living? The coven was better off in secret, like they always have, for the past centuries, and that shouldn't change. What if the humans will not like the supernaturals? What if they can't accept the fact that they're not the only things that exists in the world, and that there are others, who were, to an extent, better than them? The group didn't want to create an uproar; they didn't want to destroy and ruin what their great ancestors built. There could be war between the humans and the magical folk; and the group could not live their lives knowing that they've desecrated the very thing their ancestors sought to protect: life itself.

Many witches were confounded by the groups, as they both had benevolent intentions, and both did make very good arguments. The coven had become a large one after centuries, some pure and some half. Not all of them wanted to wage a political war against each other, but ultimately, all of the members in the coven had to choose a side. With Mantra, who wants to assimilate and integrate themselves into human publicity? Or with Coetus Occulti, who wants to stay hidden away from probable danger? Afflicted by strife and blinded by intolerance, the witches broke into a civil war...a war that requires an only victor, and the other, an unwilling follower. Change or peace: which will triumph?

Two thousand years later, the war still waged on without any sign of relent from any side. The kingdom slowly eroded and became a small town, with practically the two covens of witches and a small group of humans who survived the two-thousand year war. Humans claimed to have founded the town, but all the witches knew better. It was their battleground, and all those who choose to live within them must prepare for the worst.

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☁ the sky looks pissed; the wind talks back╮
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE

❶. xx ❷. xx ❸. xxxx theniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoortheniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoor
▌▌▌▌██████xx♛ ⋮❝ AND IF YOU COME AROUND AGAIN



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xxxxxxx⋆`❛ so glide｡away ⊱ with soapy heels ↷
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☁ the sky looks pissed; the wind talks back╮
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE

❶. xx ❷. xx ❸. xxxx theniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoortheniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoor
▌▌▌▌██████xx♛ ⋮❝ AND IF YOU COME AROUND AGAIN


Mantra is the first group that was formed after the previous coven was split into half; it is composed of witches who desire change, the one and only thing that is constant in the world. They believe that embracing change means progress, and even though it might be difficult to cope at first, it is always a guarantee of a bright future. They want to live freely, and use magic freely in the open; they want to associate humans into witchcraft, and ask for their help to create a better tomorrow. Mantra will not falter, even if it meant crushing their sister coven under foot. Their main goal is to trample Coetus Occulti with her rotten, rudimentary beliefs and then allow the humans to bear witness of Mantra's true strength.


xx♔*╮cherish those who seek the truth, but beware those who find it.)⇡
░░░░░ ━ wilmington, percival bunnyf ━ thirty-five bunnyf ━ head witchbunnyf ━ marc from state farm

Percival is the leader of Mantra, the greatest and, so far, the most righteous coven among all of the covens that exist, even though presently, there are only two covens in the land. He might be really young to be considered a leader, and even younger to be considered the patriarch of the coven, but damned if he won't prove his worth to you by blasting you to smithereens and make flowers grow out of your dust. He is the last son of the last descendant of the first leader of Mantra, which gives him full right (and burden, as well) to lead a coven to ascendance, and trample Coetus Occulti underfoot. All those naysayers about him failing and not fulfilling Mantra's destiny can just suck it. He doesn't like to be doubted with any of his things, such as his skills, his intelligence, his sexual endurance, and those who do, once he find out that they do, of course, would not see the light of day ever again. They either turn to dust or to a little fish fit for sushi, depending on his mood at the time of discovery about their treachery. Some say he leads the coven with an iron fist, and some also argue that he leads them too loosely, but to Percival, these rumors are nothing but what they are: rumors. He leads with a kind heart, always putting the members of his coven first before himself, as good leaders do. Who's Percival Wilmington? Well, it's me, and I'm pissed at those who think I can't win this war. I will show them, regardless of which coven they stand with, how I will transcend to something even intellectual beings (that's us, the witches) can only dream to comprehend. This war will end in my lifetime, with me on top of everything else.

- s-i-c witch
- strategist
- c.o. spy
- member

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☁ the sky looks pissed; the wind talks back╮
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE

❶. xx ❷. xx ❸. xxxx theniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoortheniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoor
▌▌▌▌██████xx♛ ⋮❝ AND IF YOU COME AROUND AGAIN


Coetus Occulti is the second group formed in response to the formation of Mantra. The group is the embodiment of what their ancestors wanted the coven to be: helpful, kind, and most importantly, a secret. They did not wish for change. They thought that revealing the magical community to humankind would be blasphemy to their ancestors, and that it will bring nothing but pain, more misunderstanding, and war. They wanted peace; the group wanted to help the humans in secret, and wished nothing in return. Coetus Occulti did not favor a civil war, but in the end, they believed that peace must prevail, no matter the cost.

- head witch
- adviser
- secretary
- mantra spy
- member

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xxxxxxx⋆`❛ so glide｡away ⊱ with soapy heels ↷
░░░░░░░░░░░░░ and－prom⇣ise not to promise any▽more ײ;
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☁ the sky looks pissed; the wind talks back╮
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE
MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE XXXXXXX MY BONES ARE SHIFTING IN MY SKIN XXXXXXX AND YOU MY LOVE ARE GONE

❶. xx ❷. xx ❸. xxxx theniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoortheniwilltakethechainfromoffthedoor
▌▌▌▌██████xx♛ ⋮❝ AND IF YOU COME AROUND AGAIN


Vue d'ensemble de la villa




Claimed to be founded in the Baroque period by Sir John Winchester Sr. of Exeter, the town resembles a
colorful movement of power and shapes, a style of art that can be easily defined as drama, ostentation
and exuberance. In 1619, SS Queen Victoria mightily sailed into the open waters of the world, almost 200
years after Columbus' voyage, and Sir John of Exeter, who was a young marine lieutenant of the Queen's
army back then, was left responsible for the ship when the Captain and the First Mate mysteriously
disappeared. He led the crew into an unknown land, and having no clue how to contact the Empire, he and
his crew decided it was best to settle to wherever they were. They were aided by natives who resided nearby.
Both groups coexisted in peace, and some natives even married some of the Englishmen. Being the new
proclaimed leader of the crew of SS Victoria, Sir John was elected as the town's chief, whose name, to
the records, were lost and irretrievable. The town prospered, and it attracted people...along with other things.



Eglise de Saint-Meran




Saint-Meran's Church was constructed by Sir John's orders, ten years after his and his crew's settlement,
as homage to God's providence over them. As a big "thank you", he decided that the church be built the
rarest and finest materials in His honor. It was made of purely of limestone, which were found abundant
in the valley only four miles away from the town. After its construction, the church was sanctuary to those
who were homeless, to those who were lost, and to those who weren't able to find sufficient food for the night.
It held masses every day, although, it didn't collect any taxes or sold Indulgences. It was an amiable
church, until its first deacon, Fr. Hurston McKinley of Cambridge, passed away. After his burial, the church
was taken over by corrupt officials, collecting absurd taxes and forcefully selling insane amounts of Indulgences.
Churchgoers refused such monetary actions, and were, to an extent, ex-communicated. After 50 years of not
having any parishioners, the church was abandoned and forgotten. It now remains a ruin, an a creepy one at that.



Ville salle à manger




The town's diner is the newest, most modern building in town, built in 1994 by the Winchesters, as a sign
of the town blooming and business is expanding. In the diner, who is managed by a distant relative of the
Winchester's. They serve not only diner food, but French and Italian delicacies, such as Shrimp Linguine and
Boeuf Bourguignon, and although it's not officially a bar, it also serves alcoholic beverages, but not ones that
could Mr. Liu's underground bar. The diner serves breakfast until 10:30 am, lunch until 3:30 pm, and dinner until
9:30 pm. It opens at 7:00 am, and serves a free cup of coffee for purchases over $10.00 and closes at 10:00 pm.



Maison du Governeur




The mayor's house was not really ostentatious and extravagant as it is now. Built for Sir John by Sir John,
it was only designed to house him and his family, and nothing more. It was a cabin lodge, which then
became a deck house, then manor, then became a mansion. Many renovations were required (out of
the taxpayers' dollars, of course) for the mayor's convenience, which didn't bother the townsfolk at all.
They loved the mayor, and they thought that it was only right to pay for his house. In return, the mayor,
whichever Winchester was alive to be one, any way, was a benevolent, just mayor, who housed gatherings
and parties in the mansion annually, just days before the town's anniversary.



Célèbre maison du lac




The famous lakehouse in town was created for the new tourists that arrive yearly. It offers many commodities
the rest of the town lack, such as a jacuzzi, a sauna, and a lake with no monsters living under it. Usually,
the tourists stay at the Mermaid Inn for at least two days after their arrival to town, and after, it is their
decision whether or not they want to stay at the Inn. However, it is highly suggested and appreciated
that the lakehouse stay the same after the tourists leave (if they can) town and return to their lives, meaning,
the lakehouse must remain in perfect condition, and broken chinas will be charged to the tourists' credit cards.



Place de la ville




As all towns have, this one had a square, where most people would just take a quiet stroll, chitchat with neighbors
and enjoy the day under the sun. But this town's square wasn't always a town square; it was first a cemetery for
apparent witches who were burned on a stake like a steak. Yes, the town also had its own witch scare, which propelled
it into dark times. Scared, the townspeople began the witch hunt, accusing everyone who looked different or acted
different. Homosexuals, mentally impaired and physically deformed persons were burned by huge numbers, and having
no proper place for body disposal, the townsfolk decided to just dump the bodies in the center of the town to remind all
those "witches" never to come to town ever again. Decades passed and the bodies decayed, with flowers blooming on
top of the ground. It was soon renovated and reconstructed by Alphonse Winchester, the 19th mayor in the Winchester
clan, and was turned into a beautiful town square in 1855. Enjoy your stroll, knowing that you're stepping on dead people's
bodies and torturing their beautiful souls, you assholes.



Auberge de la ville locale




The local town inn, namely Mermaid Inn, had quite a disturbing past. It was at first a gentleman's club, in
1887, for the pleasure and entertainment of the hardworking, industrious, never monstrous fathers
of the family. It stayed a gentleman's club for so long, until the Prohibition kicked in. It became a speakeasy
underground, and a brothel above. Although, there wasn't any police regulations, so having it secretly a
speakeasy was a waste of time. After the Prohibition was lifted, the Inn was quiet and peaceful doing its
business, until a murder happened in the second floor, room 19. It was a brutal one, as the victim,
Charles Robertson, 26, was eviscerated, and the room was covered in blood. The officials covered
the incident, and cleaned it quickly before the new tourists arrived. Literally two months after the incident,
all five tourists who visited were murdered the same way Robertson was killed: naked, eviscerated
and covered in blood. One tourist was missing a head, but again, the officials covered the heinous
crime. It now houses the newest tourists in town. One can simply wonder: will history repeat itself?



La Mairie




The Town Hall, built at around 1743, was primarily composed of wood, mud, stone and clay. It wasn't a very big
hall, it was only meant to be the office of the current towne official, which was, by the way, long after Sir John's lifetime.
By then, it was already his great grandson Maximillien Winchester III that governed the town into blossoming. Felt that
there must be an official "quarter" for the elect governor, Maximillien designed an office to house all the paperwork that
was required for such office. The villagers were somewhat hesitant at first, thinking that it was too much work, costed
too much money and required too much effort, but soon after Maximillien explained that it was necessary to do so for
the office to function properly. The town agreed, and thus began constructing the town hall. It took three years and
seven months to fully finish the hall, and by then, Maximillien III was long in peace, and it was his son who basked in his
father's glorious ideas. Maximillien IV was the governor of the town, and with that, he was satisfied with his petite throne.