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#1 28/01/2026 at 11:36

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Casting is now CLOSED!

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Set in a high-fantasy world shaped by magic, legacy, and ambition, The Arcane Guild stands as one of the most prestigious magical institutions ever founded. For centuries, it has trained those gifted - or cursed - with arcane power, shaping them into scholars, guardians, and forces that influence the balance of the world itself.

Your protagonist has been accepted into the Guild, joining a select group of initiates chosen for their potential, resilience, or sheer defiance of fate. As a newly admitted member, they begin formal training in magic, discipline, and arcane theory. Their magic has already awakened, but mastery remains distant... raw, unshaped power must now be disciplined, understood, and tempered before it consumes - or betrays - them.

Life within the Guild is not solely defined by study. Bonds are formed in lecture halls and training grounds alike... alliances, rivalries, friendships, and perhaps even unexpected romance. Every initiate brings their own past, ambition, and secrets, and not all of them align.

Yet beneath the Guild’s storied halls and carefully guarded traditions, something ancient stirs. A force once sealed and erased from history threatens to resurface, challenging everything the Guild claims to protect. As whispers spread and wards begin to falter, initiates may find themselves drawn into a conflict far greater than personal ambition.

Welcome to my newest SW Contest!

The Rules:
• Casting will last for 96 hours.
• Edit or non-edit
• Please be mindful of the personalities of the extras.
• It's a story-writing contest, so you need to have a story and interactions with extras in order to get impressions.
• The deadline is real, please try to keep it.
• If there is anything unclear, please ask.
• Story Length:

Please Read!

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#2 28/01/2026 at 11:40

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Until recently, your protagonist lived an ordinary life in a non-magical part of Earth.

Magic was a thing of stories, half-forgotten legends, or distant history... something that belonged to the past, not to them. They had routines, responsibilities, and expectations shaped by a world that did not prepare them for the impossible. Nothing in their life suggested they were different.

Then it happened.

Without warning, elemental magic manifested... violent, uncontrolled, and undeniable. Fire flared where fear took hold. Water answered grief. Air stirred with panic. Earth shifted beneath trembling hands. Lightning cracked in moments of shock or desperation, sudden and unforgiving. Whether the moment was brief or catastrophic, it changed everything.

With no knowledge of how to control or understand their power, normal life quickly became impossible. Questions followed - about origin, purpose, and danger - along with the growing realization that this awakening was not an accident. Someone noticed.

FORM

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Name:

Fc:

Age: (25+)

Elemental Arcane: Please choose between Air, Earth, Fire, Lightning and Water

Personality/Traits: Choose the format you feel comfortable with

Background: Please note that your character didn't know that they possess magic before the Casting... they might have noticed things but nothing that would have made them believe magic was real

Trivia/Fun Facts:

Interests: Max 4

Outfit: optional daily look... you still live in a contemporary non-magical world at this point

Optional:
The Awakening

Describe the day your magic first manifested.

Where were you? What were you doing when it happened?

What did it feel like when the power surfaced — fear, relief, pain, wonder?

Focus on the moment itself rather than explaining your abilities.

Additional Contest Information - UPDATED


Questions & Answers - UPDATED



The Elemental Arcane - ADDED


Information about the Arcane Guild and the City of Thalmyr - ADDED


Worldbuilding - ADDED

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#3 28/01/2026 at 11:41

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Please Read


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Alaric Hallow



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Brenin Ashford



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Calen Lorne



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Eamon Drayke



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Evren Fenwyn



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Jareth Calder



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Leif Kestrel



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Liora Virelle



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Magnus Draven



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Nyssa Ravenhart



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Orlaine Thornbrook



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Riven Althmar



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Soren Blackwood



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Tamsin Riel



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Varek Muir



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Dorian Veylund



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Kael Malreth



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Lucan Thorne



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Mirelle Faryn



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Thalia Corin



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Azaeryth Vaelthra


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#4 28/01/2026 at 12:19

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NAME: Nɪᴋɪᴛᴀ “Nɪᴋᴋɪ” Dʏʟᴀɴ

The Start of This Fire - DONE



INTERESTS:
Dorian(ғɪʀᴇ), Calen(ғɪʀᴇ), Evren(ᴀɪʀ), Tamsin(ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ)


”Ignition” - DONE




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CASTING-DONE

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#5 29/01/2026 at 12:46

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Name: Juliet Connor

FC: Lana Condor

Age: 25

Elemental Arcane: Lightning

Personality & Traits: Witty, sarcastic, impatient, kind, clumsy and daring.  She uses humour to cope whenever things get a little difficult for her emotionally. Usually tries to avoid trouble, but when trouble comes knocking she is reckless and quick to act.

Background Information: Her father passed when she was young and her stepmother remarried when she was 16 years old, bringing along a step brother (Jake) whom she has a love/hate relationship with. A few years later, her mother gave birth to a set of twins (Kacey and Stacey) completing the family. She has a good relationship with her stepfather and is very close to her mother, though she often harbors some guilt for not being the perfect daughter. She adores her half siblings and is very protective of them.

Trivia: She has a sweet tooth and can be usually found devouring something disgustingly sweet or thinking about devouring it
She has very bad luck and is often unintentionally caught in tricky situations
She isn’t generally a rulebreaker unless a situation calls for it
Can be inattentive when someone speaks, more often than not distracted by her own thoughts


Interests: Brenin(R/F), Evren(R/F), Liora (F), Thalia (mentor relationship)

Outfits:

Story

When Lightning Strikes



Status: In Progress

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#6 30/01/2026 at 00:10

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Name: Inaaya Burmahn-Kapoor
FC: Shivani Persad
Age: 25, born on December 27th
Elemental Arcane: Water
Personality/Traits: finishes everything she starts, even when she no longer enjoys the task; hates making mistakes, regardless of how small or insignificant they may seem; driven by a significant fear of falling short of expectations - still manages to do that spectacularly; often works herself into the ground and refuses to admit when she is exhausted ; loves being useful and puts others first, yet refuses to ask for help herself, often working herself into the ground; tries her hardest to solve everyone's problems, more or less her love language ; speaks very softly ; nice and sweet to everyone she meets; very emotional; her feelings are easily hurt by those in her inner circle , yet she did develop a thick skin regarding public opinion at a young age; silently jumps to conclusions before a sentence is finished; finicky ego ; patient; relentless.
Background:

Ina was born as an aftermath of the union of two "forces" even if in slightly different directions. Both her parents were born into wealth and continued to accumulate achievements after their arranged marriage happened. One might think it was sort of a contest between them, even if maybe it was not the case. Or was it?

Inaaya's father, Aamir, is a  Nobel-prize winner in science. Her mother, Nitara , is chairperson and founder of Reliance Foundation that includes a couple of private founded hospitals, non-executive director of Reliance Industries, an art collector, owner of a Indian Premier League cricket team, and the founder and chairperson of an International School in Mumbai. The "greatness" of her parents had always felt a little overwhelming to Ina, and a little bit too much to carry for a single child. She developed an an all-consuming fear of insignificance and lacking in all forms, which might have ended to be a self-fulfilling prophecy in the end.

She got a degree in Aeronautics and Astronautics Engineering at a university in Seoul, and then a master in Aviation Engineering. She did not particularly like it, but once she started she could not stop or quit. The fact she's quite diligent and organized helped with getting her a moderate academic success, even if her heart wasn't in it. Ina's childhood dream was becoming a pilot, think commercial lines or something along the lines not the fancy military stuff, but these plans did not aligned with her mother's vision so she went to the next best thing, engineering in the field of aviation, which proved to be nothing similar in the end. At 25 she has two diplomas and no future prospects.

Trivia/Fun Facts:

She's terrified of having an unhappy life. Has an helicopter license.
She'll watch the shows you like just because you like them. At her parent's home in Mumbai where Ina lives now, she has a garden and tends to 5 bee hives. She'd the type of person that'd try to appease the people around her by holding in, hiding and bending her own emotions, she'll always look for faults in her ways, words, actions to place the blame, rather than the other person. Needs her environment to be neat, not-orderly spaces trigger a mild anxiety so she usually starts tidying things up, fold your clothes, wash your dishes kind of thing. Drama tends to find her despite her lack of interest in it. Dated a girl during her third year of university, which was very intense, half the reason it ended in the end, yet only her father knows about it, Ina could not bear to fall even more into her mother's eyes. 

Interests: Alaric, Eamon, Liora , Soren (alphabetical ofc)

Outfit: honestly I hope it's okay if I don't use outfit

Awakening:

Inaaya liked this. Her little corner of the world, a hidden place of buzzing and quiet. Her garden did not ask questions, the hedge did not care if she decided what she’ll do with her life, the soil did not care what her CV lacked. The bees did not care if her life was "on track". They liked what she’d always liked : flowers that were beautiful and practical. Food. Beauty and usefulness.

Between the beds with a watering can and a soft cloth tucked into her waistband, she was checking leaves for aphids, pinched dead blooms before they’d rot into the living. The five hives sat along the back wall , five small and orderly houses, colorful wooden boxes with neat landing boards, each one of the a small universe with their own rules, their own kingdom that made sense. Bees were amazing like that. Inaaya had always found them fascinating. Had always been a little sad this world, humanity in fact, got better in making architectural biological wonders extinct.

The phone buzzed in her pocket so she removed one of the gloves to check. She sended a close-up pic of a fat bee resting on a blooming flower in the group chat .

b.Miller_  : Apis cerana indica
b.Miller_  :trying to summon Xi?
you: Oups. Sorry, xi /vendor/beemoov/forum/../../../public/forum/smilies/sad.png 
b.Miller_ : he’s probably somewhere plotting how to take over the world
b.Miller_ : one capitalist master scheme at a time.
you: At least one of us has life figured out?
b.Miller_  : should I be offended?
b.Miller_  : joooking. mostly. anyway, how’s weather in Mumbai?
you: Hot. Will you let me apologize? I mean I did not mean to imply anything by it.
b.Miller_ : I know , don’t worry about it. Kay?
b.Miller_ : hey, did you knew bees are natural aeronautical engineers? /vendor/beemoov/forum/../../../public/forum/smilies/wink.png
X: Am I a demon to be summoned? /vendor/beemoov/forum/../../../public/forum/smilies/roll.png
b.Miller_  :debatable?
you: Only sometimes. Much love though. Need to get back to the bees!
X: * existential shudder *
b.Miller: /vendor/beemoov/forum/../../../public/forum/smilies/smile.png))


She put her glove back and then picked up the smoke pitcher and the veiled hat to check the frames. Bees climbed over her gloves like warm static, little bodies bumping on her knuckles, stubbornly alive and busy. Inaaya found this comforting in a way she could never say out loud.

The garden gate opened behind her with a sharp noise just when she was closing the lid of the last hive. A sharp sound that almost startled Inaaya, it felt wrong somehow before she could even turn around to see who it was. She wipped her hands on the cloth as if she’d been caught doing something silly. Frivolous.

Nitara stood on the path in a blue silk sari, hair bunched up, no strings loose, jewellery gleaming. No sun hat, no gloves. Her mother looked like she was teleported directly from an air-conditionated boardroom into the humidity of this garden on a whim, and the weather had not been consulted.

"Ma." Ina sais quietly surprised. It was the first time her mother stepped in this place in over a year.
"I had the time." Nitara replied, smiling in a way that intended to soften the intrusion. "I thought I’d see what you’ve been doing out here."

Ina swallowed around the ball of fur in her throat. Well she knew what her mother meant to say was what you’re losing time with here, but Nitara said the words like a compliment, like she was making an effort. Like she hadn’t avoided this space for years because she disliked anything that couldn’t be controlled with staff and schedules.

"The bees -" Nitara’s gaze flicked towards the hives, then away, way too quick for casualness. "How many did you say you have?"
Ina’s throat tightened, just slightly, "Five. There’s another box to be delivered next week." She decided not to get into the details about the rogue queen and her plans in moving her in, form another hive.
"Five." Nitara repeated, as if tasting the number for impracticality. "And this is… safe?"
Inaaya almost laughed. Swallowed it instead. "They’re bees, not tigers." Then as she considered it more, "I mean you don't have any allergies, right. One of my friends does."
"Not the case. It's just-" Nitara’s smile held polite, eyes still watchful. "Tigers would be more predictable. And I prefer things that are predictable in this house."
Inaaya did not answer. She busied herself tugging the veil off her face and folding it neatly over her arm, letting usefulness take over the parts of her that raised up in defensive. Her mom walked closer, careful with her steps as if the grass might do something inappropriate. She stopped near the flower bed, examining the blossoms like she could calculate their worth.

"I spoke to your aunt today," she said, conversational. "Your cousin Riya is in London now. She’s assisting on a pediatric cardiac procedure that’s going to be published."
Inaaya’s stomach made a small, but oh-so-familiar drop. "That’s… impressive," she responded. "I'll make sure to send a congratulation text later."
She coudl feel her mother’s eyes studying her face attentively. "I mentioned it because you should keep your standards high. You are not a child anymore. You have… potential."

Potential.

Not yet. Not enough. Disappointing but not lost on hope.

Inaaya find herself nodding, tightening her cloth around her fingers until it left faint traces in her skin.

"And," Nitara continued, as if this was the natural continuation of the same sentence,"there’s a match next weekend."
Inaaya blinked. "A match?"
"A cricket match," Nitara clarified voice still soft and gentle. "A charity box. I’ve been asked to attend. It would be good for you to come with me." The warmth in her mother’s tone was practiced, like someone speaking to a skittish animal.

Inaaya’s mind jumped ahead of the words that hadn’t been said yet, the way it always did. Charity. Box. Families. Introductions. Her chest tightening with each iteration.

"You wish me to…network." She said carefully.
Her mother’s smile sharpenedjust a bit. Just enough. "I want you to be seen."

Seen as a daughter. As a product. As an eligible woman with the right surname and the wrong softness.

"Is this about work?" Inaaya knew it wasn’t. She had been waiting for it.

"It is about your life," Nitara replied, taking a step closer and adjusting a leaf on the nearest plant with her fingertips, as if demonstrating tenderness. "There are families who will be there. Good families, influential. People who understand…stability."

And there it was.

"So, you’re setting me up."

Nitara’s expression did not flinch, if anything she looked slightly relieved the guessing game was over. That she did not need to thread on eggshells no more.  "I’m giving you options." I didn’t ask for options, Ina thought. Did not say it out loud, but her mother might have read her sometimes better than Ina would have liked. "I know you did not ask for options. That’s part of the problem , you don’t ask. You don’t want. You..." a pause, Ina wasn’t sure if her mother was looking for a softer or harsher word, but she found herself bracing for it eitherway. “ are adrift."

Or maybe her mother was looking for something more humiliating. That was how Ina felt. Humiliated. Her mouth opened and shut, the pulsing in her wrist picking up, a bee’s wing flight.

"I’m not drifting." She said and hated how small it sounded in all that space. Hated she sounded like a petulant child. Hated the way her mother was looking at her like she would have expected that reaction exactly. "I’m just-" she made a vague gesture.
"Soft," Nitara finished for her, and she coudl see her mother did not meant it to be cruel, because the way she said was very matter-of-factly. Like it couldn't have been helped. "Inaaya, soft women get trampled. Especially here.” The older woman's gaze held her daughters but Ina's vision was getting blury.

Her ears were ringing. She could hear the hives behind her, feel the bees inside moving, their collective logic humming. She tries to breathe, scold her face in something more neutral than disappointment, something less bruising. But her body did not quite listen, not really. Instead a thin mist began to rise between the soil beds. At first it was so faint she thought it was just heat, humidity lifting off watered soil. Then it thickened, curling in grey strands around the stems of her flowers. The air cooled in a way it shouldn’t have cooled so late in the morning sun. Inaaya’s fingers went numb. Cold. Cold. Cold.

"Why are they - " Nitara started, frowning, noticing the bees.

The first scout came out like a question mark, then another. Then a scatter of them, unsettled, zig-zagging instead of streaming. The landing board at the nearest hive turned into confusion, bodies bumping, circling as if in the mist they did not knew where north was. The mist was softening the edges of everything, turning the garden into an open ended dream.

And the bees, Inaaya’s calm, predictable bees, were loosing their navigation. Some other scouts disoriented, swirled around Inaaya’s head as if her body had become the only stable landmark left in the world. One of them landed in her hair. Then another. And another, near her temple. She forced herself to stand still, not move, the way she had learned: bees didn’t sting calmness. But Inaaya wasn’t calm. Not inside. Not deep in her bones.

Nitara took an involuntary step back, hand flying to her throat and for the first time since she’d entered the garden, fear cracked through her composure.

"Inaaya!" she says, voice higher. "What’s going on?"

They’re just a little lost. Ina thought, but could not answer with the bees franatic closeness, with the cold dampness setting on her skin, with the way the mist seemed to breath in time with her anxiety. She only raised a hand in a gesture that was supposed to tell her mother it was alright to leave, that the bees would calm down. Eventually.

With her mother leaving the mist began to lift in minutes.

"Sorry, sorry, I know." Ina whispered, voice wavering, pulling her hair away to free a bee that had got lost in the sudden damp. She took deep-deep breathes, counted her heartbeats, lets herself feel tired and hurt and maybe a little lonely. The mist had mostly thinned out, bees had started again on their chaotic but orderly path, but Ina’s fingers still felt cold.

It had been strange. The feeling pit-pattering in her belly did not leave the whole day. She felt different in her skin, like the surface of her skin was more porous than before. Like inside and outside mixed through, instead of bearing a fixed definition, a person’s shape. That’s a bizarre thought to think, Ina. she imagined Bo saying. 

But when she dragged herself closer to the windows, the night outside bright and suffocating, she noticed it again. The glass fogging on the wrong side, the drops falling in the wrong direction. And when her fingers touched the dampness on the glass water crawled on her finger, like bees had earlier landed on her knuckles, like some weird unlikely pets. Drop by drop.

Done I believe.

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#7 30/01/2026 at 13:51

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Name: Rima Najjar

FC: Melisa Pamuk

Age: 26

Elemental Arcane: Earth

Traits: observant. Warm-hearted, but rarely overtly affectionate. Charming in a whimsical, offbeat way. Idealistic, even though she's often tried to silence that part of herself in favor of practical choices. Likes to appear dependable, even when she doesn't quite feel so. Sardonic and humorous, thrives on banter, on gossip and on poking fun at the ones she loves. Low tolerance for bullshit and high tolerance for people, which usually turns her into the tough-love kind of friend. Habitual, afraid of changes and of the unexpected. Superstitious (but she would deny it, if asked). Indulgent. Likes small, earthly pleasures. Gets oddly sentimental about objects, symbols and places. Has always tried not to take herself too seriously, and she always believed it to be self-awareness on her part, yet she secretly wonders if she could have made something different of life, had she been a little more reckless.

Background: Ever since she can remember, Rima has lived in the same Bourj Hammoud apartment with her aunt Salma and her teta Rawan. It’s not a big place, but it’s loud and warm, and when their neighbors hang their clothes to try on the plastic lines between their balconies, the whole complex seems to smell of rust and detergent. Her life runs on a quiet schedule—laundry at two, phones lined up to charge—all squeezed into the six hours of state power before the generator takes over with its expensive little hum.
And everything is great.
Her mother might have disagreed, all those years ago, when she left, but Rima actually likes this life: the way people crowd the streets with plastic chairs and card games when the lights go out, and the salt-burnt afternoons spent grilling fish with friends by the docks.
And, sure, maybe there are days when she ends up thinking she could have done something. Could have studied. Could have left Bourj Hammoud to rent a little students’ apartment downtown, and enroll into who-knows-what, and then she’d feel a lot more comfortable spending her daily salary on fancy drinks, in some water-front rooftop bar filled with handsy tourists (and she does end up doing that anyway, at times). But then again, what would she even do that for?
More than anything, Rima always wanted to look after her own. She started working quite young (at the harbor first, and then at a big chain supermarket, and then at a nail salon) so that she could help with the household expenses. She’s had a few relationships, some lovely, some less so, and they all came to end peacefully. She’s got her friends, and her routine.
In the past four years, she’s been working at Faisal Murad’s dep, the kind of neighborhood convenience store that sells everything from bread and milk, to batteries and wires, to grout.

Trivia:
· always has her nails professionally done (by a friend. At half the list price).
· makes the best coffee in the neighborhood: sometimes, people coming and going stop by the dep to have a cup. Faisal keeps asking her to at least make people pay for it. And people do not pay, but they bring fresh fruits and just-baked goods for her to snack on.
· usually has a couple of nazar charms on her person at all times.
· isn't exactly vain, but cares religiously about her skin and her skincare.
· was supposed to get married, a couple of years ago, to a man named Malik. A few months before the wedding she realized she loved him very much, but was no longer in love with him and, more in general, she wasn't really ready to marry.

Interests: Tamsin, Leif, Calen, Eamon (randomly ordered, and I am good with all of them being either friendly or romantic)

Cornerstone



DONE.

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#8 30/01/2026 at 21:50

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Name: Harlow Cohen

FC: Jordan Alexander

Age: 29

Elemental Arcane: Air

Interests: Eamon Drayke; Magnus Draven; Kael Malreth; Lucan Thorne

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The Awakening



Casting round: DONE

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#9 31/01/2026 at 16:35

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Little Update:

* Casting closes tomorrow at 9pm Forum Time. The actual contest will open on Monday evening

* Outfits are always going to be optional during the contest

* You can still join the contest even if your casting round isn't done. Don't worry about it too much. You can always add what you think might be important during the contest.


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#10 01/02/2026 at 21:26

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CASTING IS NOW CLOSED!


Thank you for joining. The actual contest will open tomorrow evening.


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