[RPG • 0] The Taeguk Trials • Speeltopic - Speeltopics

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Elke 25 jaar wordt op de Wizarding Universiteit van Japan de Taeguk Trials gehouden. Hoe studenten voor dit toernooi worden geselecteerd, is een mysterie. Eén ding staat echter vast: wie eenmaal geselecteerd is, ontkomt er niet meer aan. Pogingen om deelname te vermijden eindigen in een magische seppuku en reputatieverlies voor de familie.

Het winnen van dit toernooi is een van de hoogste eerbewijzen binnen de Eastern Wizarding World. Hoewel elk toernooi slachtoffers maakt onder de deelnemers, zijn er nog steeds ouders die grote sommen geld betalen om ervoor te zorgen dat hun kind geselecteerd wordt. Sommigen gaan zelfs zover dat ze betalen om te zorgen dat een ander kind wordt gekozen. Een riskante zet, want de winnaar krijgt een wens naar keuze— een wens waarin bijna alles mogelijk is. Of het nu gaat om een prestigieuze stage bij de Minister of Magic, exclusieve familiehandel op de markt, of het uitschakelen van een academische rivaal die nooit meer in aanmerking komt voor een ministeriepost: de prijs is het risico voor velen waard.

Op de achtergrond spelen de ontwikkelingen van de magische wereld. De wereld is voortdurend in verandering, en de Eastern Wizarding World heeft al geruime tijd het Westen nauwlettend gevolgd. Zowel de veranderingen in de magische wereld als in de mugglewereld wekken hun ongenoegen en zorgen. Dit heeft uiteindelijk geleid tot een ingrijpend besluit: afstand nemen van de Westerse wereld. Als eerste stap zal de prestigieuze universiteit haar deuren sluiten voor muggleborns en Westerse studenten. Het komende studiejaar zal het laatste zijn waarin zij nog worden toegelaten.

𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒋𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒆

Het Ryujin Sorcery Institute is een elite wizarding university in Japan. Kinderen van invloedrijke families vinden hun weg hiernaartoe na hun studie thuis of aan Mahoutokoro. Naast de invloed van familie, kan een student ook toegelaten worden wanneer zij op Mahoutokoro uitmuntende cijfers behaalden. De laatste optie is sponsoring. Iemand anders, vaak een bedrijf, betaalt dan je studie. In ruil daarvoor werk je daarna een groot deel van je leven bij het bedrijf.
Ryujin ontvangt studenten vanuit heel Azië, al komen de meesten uit China, Singapore, Korea en Japan.

Mogelijke tracks
• yin yang magic
• martial magic
• theoretical magic
• mystical creatures
• ancient magic
• modern magic

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔
• Yeon Myuzy-Ji • Jennie • 21 • yin yang magic • 3 • mairi
• Kurokawa Sora • Hoyeon • 22 • ancient magic • 2 • mairi
• Jang Yasu • fc • 22 • ancient magic • 2 • Valya
• name • fc • age • track • year

• Jang Ryu • Felix • 19 • martial magic and theoretical magic • 1 • mairi
• name • Wooyoung • age • track • Fallenangel_
• Jung Hyun-Jae • Yeonjun • 24 • martial magic • Fallenangel_
• Ki Won• fc • 23 • theoretical magic • ziggystardust
• Cheon Seo-Jun (Simon) • fc • 20 • modern magic • 2
• Vikram Prabhakar • fc • 25 • track • 4

𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒈

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2 maart 2025 - 19:29 maysiIee is offline

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OPENINGS FESTIVAL

Datum: 24th of September
Tijd: 18:21
Temperatuur: 25 degrees celcius
Locatie: The village

De start van een nieuw academisch jaar aan het Ryujin Sorcery Institute was altijd een viering waard, maar vanavond ligt de nadruk op iets veel groters. Iedereen wist dat de deelnemers afgelopen nacht gekozen waren. Hoe, bleef een mysterie. De reacties zijn zoals altijd gemengd: euforie, angst, berusting. Maar of ze het nu wilden of niet, ze waren uitgekozen. Er is geen weg terug.

Toch is er van rouw of angst op dit moment geen sprake—vanavond vierde men. In het dorp heerst een mix van eerbied en sensatie. Ouderen fluisteren bijna vergeten spreuken in hun handen voordat ze ze op de voorhoofden van de deelnemers drukten, in de hoop dat de magie hen zou behoeden voor een gruwelijke dood. Handelaars hun waren uitstallen. Kinderen rennen langs de kraampjes, hun ogen wijd van bewondering voor de jonge heksen en tovenaars die binnenkort

De lucht boven het dorp is getint met de warme gloed van lantaarns, hun zachte, betoverde licht reflecterend op de geplaveide straten. Het is vroeg in de avond, amper zeven uur, maar de festiviteiten zijn al in volle gang. De smalle steegjes rond het dorpsplein vulden zich met een mengeling van specerijen, gezoete rijstwijn en het licht verbrande aroma van vuurwerk dat af en toe de lucht inschiet.

Hoewel muziek en gelach door de straten klonken, voelde iedereen de onzichtbare grens tussen de feestgangers en de deelnemers. De spelers zijn er, ergens tussen de menigte, herkenbaar aan de manier waarop mensen hen nét iets te lang aankeken, met ontzag of medelijden. Sommigen houden zich op de achtergrond, anderen laten zich drijven op de golven van festiviteiten, alsof ze vanavond alles willen vergeten

De lantaarns zweven hoger, de spreuken van de dorpelingen vullen de lucht als een onzichtbare sluier. Het feest gaat door tot diep in de nacht, maar iedereen weet dat wanneer de ochtendzon opkomt, de Trials echt beginnen.

sfeerbeeld: O1 • O2 • O3 • O4

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2 maart 2025 - 19:58 AzuIa is offline

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2 maart 2025 - 20:37 AzuIa is offline

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_{_YASU}
ヤス

Alone • The village

The village was alive. Somewhere between a mindset of celebration and superstition, the people moved through the streets. Yasu smelled the lingering scent of incense and charred firecrackers. She ducked underneath a floating lantern, which casted amber and gold lights among it. Music hummed from every corner.
Yasu moved through it all like a shadow. She had no intent on attracting attention to herself. Though as she passed villagers, conversations stilled, gazes stayed on her before quickly looking away. Some eyes held awe. Others, pity. None of it mattered.
She wasn’t the only one. The chosen were scattered throughout the village. Some embraced the night with reckless carelessness, seemingly getting high on the thrill of their impending mortality. Others clung to the edges of the crowd, waiting for dawn like prisoners awaiting their sentence. Yasu, as always, belonged to neither.
She passed a vendor who called out, his stall overflowing with masks, foxes, dragons, spirits from old folktales. "For luck in the Trials," he yelled, holding out a mask. She didn't take it.
Luck. The thought alone made her snort.
Near the shrine, an old woman pressed a talisman into the palm of another chosen student, whispering a protection spell. Yasu turned away quickly. There was no magic strong enough to keep the dead from collecting their due. She knew that by now.
A crackle of fireworks split the sky, lighting up the sky with dancing little stars. Yasu exhaled slowly, feeling the ghostly presence at her back shift.

"No need to be rude, Yasu."
The Shinigami’s tone was light, almost amused. "That vendor was only trying to help. A mask, a talisman, what would it hurt? Maybe you should get a blessing at the shrine while you’re at it. Do it for me, if nothing else."
Yasu clenched her jaw and kept walking, eyes fixed ahead. Ignoring him wasn’t easy. He wasn’t loud, not in the way people were. His words slipped beneath her skin, making its way into her thoughts until she couldn't tell where they ended and she began.
"I find it funny," he continued teasingly. "Humans, thinking they can control death. As if a prayer or a charm changes anything."
Her fingers twitched, itching to shove him away even though she couldn’t touch him.
"Shut up," she muttered. "I’m trying to concentrate."
The Shinigami only chuckled, the sound dry and ancient. Then, softer: "Looking for the girl again?"
Yasu stopped in her tracks. She didn’t answer immediately, but she didn’t have to. He already knew. He always knew.
"Yes." She admitted. I’m always looking for her.
Her gaze swept the crowd, scanning the sea of faces, lantern lights, painted masks and laughing mouths. And then—
Kurokawa Sora.
Her dark hair catching the glow of the festival lights.
Yasu’s hands curled into fists at her sides.
Found you.

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_{_MYUZY-JI}
ꪗꫀꪮꪀ

yin yang magic • the village, on the bridge • alone

The little village was thrumming with life. The sun wouldn’t leave the sky for a few more hours but down in the valley the lanterns were already lit, lighting up Myuzy-ji’s soft face. Her wrists were decorated with bracelets, good luck charms hanging from them. Gifts from the little kids she gave dancing classes to and learned a million ways of braiding their hair. They would be sent to bed by their parents, long before the night would fall. She had already made countless promises that yes, the weekly fan dance classes would continue. No matter what happened. One little girl, Kiko, the youngest of all of them, had gifted Myuzy-ji her favourite stuffed animal. A Hugglecorn, that was charmed to heat up when you hugged it and gave of a calming scent. For her, it smelled like vanilla and honey.
It was how she ended up walking through the village, snacking on some butterbeer mochi, Sparklewish – the Hugglecorn – tucked safely und her arm. She was by herself, something that rarely happened. Her steps were unhurried, though she was on hunt for some moonflower soju. The best place to find it was at the Silver Lotus. A little bar, nestled against the river. Well, normally. They were all out that evening. The shopkeeper had apologized profoundly when Myuzy-ji pouted at him. Even more so when he realised she was one of the players of the Trials. He promised her he’d get some of her favourite soji as soon as possible. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some soju, Sparklewish?” Myuzy-ji sighed.
She stopped on the middle of the bridge that crossed the river, leaning back over the edge to stare at the building of the institute, a few hundred meters above the village. The pathway up there was lit up with lanterns. It looked calm and peaceful. Nothing similar to what she felt at that moment.

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5 maart 2025 - 21:20 maysiIee is offline

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_{_SORA}
KᑌᖇOKᗩᗯᗩ

ancient magic • the village • with yasu

Sora did not believe in luck. Luck was something the losers of the world believed in, if her father were to trusted. People needed to work to create opportunities for themselves, not to rely on the world to fix it for them or on some serendipity. All the supposed lucky charms were wasted on her. Those forced into her hands ended up forgotten in the bushes, where they would linger for years to come. Some would call it bad karma, but she didn’t believe in that either.
Small puffs of smoke left her lips as she gazed at the people around her, smoking her trademark cigarettes. Tabacco cigarettes weren't meant for her, not liking the taste of ash it left behind in her mouth. Kazu had helped her to make her own. Cigarettes made from flowers, adding in some cinnamon. Kissing her was like tasting a flower, one of her ex'es told her.

The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Someone was watching. It was a feeling she was used to, growing up the way she did. One that taught her how to get away in most situations. She glanced over her shoulder. The lurker was not a stranger. Sora smirked to herself. Oh, oh. She sauntered the streets for a few more minutes, pretending she did not notice anything, before she disappeared into the shadows.
It was her turn for a little sneaking and fun of her own. She trailed Yasu, edging closer and closer. Enjoying how Yasu looked around, once again looking for her. Or so Sora assumed. She kept it up for a few minutes, only stopping when Yasu came to a sudden halt. Sora stepped closer, close enough the smell the perfume Yasu was wearing. With a flick of her wrist, she threw off the ancient concealment charm that Reiji had taught her.
Sora leaned forward. Yasu’s blonde hair brushed her cheeks as she whispered in her ear, “Are you looking for me, poppet?” She brushed a blonde lock behind Yasu’s ear. “That little crush of yours is endearing.”

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7 maart 2025 - 13:16 Fallenangel_ is offline

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Sun

theoretical magic and magical creatures • second year • the village • alone

The Opening Festival

The village looked like it had been written by a fairytale writer. There were lantarns, bright lights and colours everywhere he looked. He revelled in it. How could he not? The village was his happy place. Every week he comes here to tutor a few village children, but honestly he comes just to watch their smiley faces. Their happiness and wonder over everything magical was like a drug to him. He also came to the village to work at one of the local restaurants that served traditional Korean dishes. It reminded him of home. The whole village did. When he closed his eyes he felt like he was standing among his friends in his home village. He could imagine playing in the streets and driving the shop owners crazy with his laughing, shrieking and occasional stealing of their wares. They loved him nonetheless. This was however not his home village. He was far away from home. Far away from the reality that magic did not exist. Far away from his dreams of becoming an idol and of being a professional dancer. This was his reality now. The academy and it's ruthlessness. At least that's how he looked at the Taeguk Trials which were ahead of him. To say he was a little scared was an understatement. He was scared shitless, because even tho this was his second year at the Academy he was still a little afraid of magic and of using it. Of it's unpredictability and the possibility of hurting someone. He knew he could, because his teachers had told him so. His teacher backhome, Jeong Chan, had always told him that magic could be controlled when taught. Still magic was unpredictable, especially his. The trials also scared him, because he hadn't been brought up with magic, he had only been studying and practicing it for a few years.

But tonight he wouldn't worry about that. Not when the wonders of the village totally had him in their grip. His worries were small compared to the joy he felt. The Academy and it's village had given him a place to belong to. Had given him friends and opportunities. His recent moment of joy was being hired to work for the store of myuzy's mother. He had always looked up toward that empire and had always wanted to be part of it. And now he was. He wandered further into the village and let himself get swepted away by the beauty of it. The night was bright and endless.

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15 maart 2025 - 21:49 AzuIa is offline

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_{_ZHAO}
趙

His Teashop • The village • with Sunshiney Sun

The Opening Festival
The village was a riot of color and sound, all magic and celebration. But to Zhao, it was a headache made of lantern light and overenthusiasm. It was unnecessary. His tea shop had been open since early afternoon, and already he was exhausted. The constant flow of customers, the chatter, the clinking of teacups, it grated on his nerves. He hadn’t wanted to work tonight, not with the Trials looming over him. But money didn’t make itself, and his shop wasn’t going to run on goodwill alone.
His family had been in the tea business for generations, their blends very well known in the muggle world. But when the family found out Zhao was a wizard… that opened up a whole new sales market for the tea dynasty. So Zhao was tasked to expand their legacy into the magical world. Unfortunately, business hadn’t exactly been booming, until recently, when he started making things up. A tea for luck, a brew for love, an infusion for sharper wits. The claims were nonsense of course, but the customers ate it up (Myuzy especially) and that was all that mattered.

His head throbbed. The lights of the lanterns made it only worse, and the scent of too many different magical fireworks in the air turned his stomach. He rubbed his eyes, exhaling sharply. At least the work kept him occupied. If he stopped for even a moment, his mind would torture him with what awaited him when the sun came up in the morning.
Another customer approached, and Zhao forced himself to smile. It made his cheeks hurt. He served the stranger a cup of tea, the warmth of the cup pressed into his palm as he handed it over, exchanging a few brief words before returning to his station. He just had to get through the night.
But then he saw him.
Sun... Looking like he had no care in the world. His face was lit with pure wonder, eyes wide with delight as he wandered through the village. Like an idiot, drinking in the festivities as if it was a good thing. The sight of him, so bright and carefree, made Zhao's already bad mood even worse. How could he be so happy?
Before he could think better of it, he brought his hands around his mouth and called out, his voice echoing through the alleyway.
“Oi, Sun! You want a cup of magic matcha? Might give you a bit of luck in the Trials. Not that it’d help much if you’re walking around like that.”
He wasn’t sure if he meant the words as an actual offer or just to shake Sun out of his ridiculous dreamlike state. Didn't matter. It felt good to yell at the guy whatever his reasoning.

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