The Eggspiracy: Bloomrest’s Weekend Mischief (Open to ALL members)

[Celestara Illythra]

🌸 Location: A meadow glimmering with strange energy near the center of Valtheris 🌸

Celestara stood in the middle of the clearing with a basket far too sparkly to be practical and a grin that suggested she knew far more than she was letting on.

A soft breeze stirred the cherry blossoms, though it may have also been the result of an overexcited glitter egg exploding in someone’s satchel nearby.

“Welcome, wanderers and wild ones!” she called, holding aloft a shimmering egg that pulsed faintly with... was that music?

“Something strange is in the air... and it's not just pollen. The Eggspiracy is upon us! And I assure you, no one is safe from the nonsense.”

She lowered the egg into the grass with exaggerated care, then immediately stepped back as it poofed and turned into a rainbow-colored squirrel. A completely normal occurrence, obviously.

“Throughout the realm, peculiar eggs have appeared. Some offer riddles. Some offer laughter. Some may hatch. None are behaving responsibly.”

With a wink, she tossed another egg into the crowd. It bonked someone gently and burst into confetti and Celestara laughed. 

“You may throw them. You may study them. You may be turned into a duck if you're not careful. But most importantly, you're all welcome to join the fun. Pop in, stir chaos, or offer tributes to the Eggspirits. The meadow is open.”

Celestara settled onto a floating lily pad that absolutely wasn’t there a moment ago.

“Let the eggventures begin.”

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OOC Notes:

• This thread is open to everyone!
• Feel free to jump in and do something chaotic, silly, or unexpected.
• You don’t need to find clues here — this is purely for fun and character shenanigans.
• Glitter eggs, glowing eggs, musical eggs, etc. are floating/popping up randomly in the area. Go wild.
• The event runs through Monday, April 21st — post as much or as little as you like!

[Connor Stormborn]

The air shimmered a little too sharply as Connor strolled into the meadow, boots crunching glitter-speckled grass, expression halfway between amusement and a challenge. His two wolves flanked him... Jax practically vibrating with barely-contained excitement, and Riven... already holding an egg he definitely hadn't been handed.

Connor stopped just beside Celestara’s floating lily pad. With a smirk he looks over at the Celestial. "Looks like the eggs are misbehaving," he said, voice low and amused. "Thought we'd teach them how it's really done."

Jax, on cue, yanked a cloth off something he’d wheeled in behind them... a suspiciously large cart overflowing with modded glitter eggs. Some had gears. Some blinked. One was humming ominously.

“We call these... Wolf Eggs,” Jax grinned, eyes manic. “Some might explode. Some might sing sea shanties. One’s filled with bees. Not even we know anymore.”

Without waiting, Riven casually chucked one over his shoulder. It cracked open in the air, releasing a massive puff of glitter that shaped itself into a howling wolf before disintegrating in a rain of marshmallows.

Connor just smirked and picked up a glowing egg labeled DO NOT THROW AT FAES. He threw it directly at a tree. The tree began reciting bad werewolf poetry in a booming voice.

“Oh yeah,” Connor said, folding his arms. “It’s egg season.” he said with a boom of laughter and the other wolves joined him in the laughter. 

[Echo Cross]

A swirl of violet mist unfurled at the edge of the meadow, glitter catching in its folds like stars trapped in a spell. From it stepped Echo, robes rippling with arcane energy, followed closely by a wide-eyed apprentice lugging a basket far too big for his frame.

“I told you not to overload the containment spells, Kye,” she said mildly as an egg poked its way out and floated, wobbling ominously.

Kye blinked. “It looked stable.”

The egg burst midair—not with glitter, but with an operatic “Ta-da!”—and transformed into a trio of miniature peacocks juggling smaller eggs in perfect synchronicity.

Echo smiled, clearly pleased. “See? Controlled chaos. The best kind.”

With a flick of her fingers, the air above the field shimmered and formed a slow-moving constellation of floating eggs. Each glowed softly, orbiting one another, and every now and then—pop!—one would hatch into something ridiculous. A tea set that poured itself. A goose in tiny boots. A scroll that declared ancient prophecies in chicken noises.

Echo looked around, eyes twinkling. “Let’s see what the Eggspirits make of recursive enchantments,” she said, tossing a rune-marked egg into the fray.

Kye groaned. “Not the recursive ones…”

It landed silently... and promptly began duplicating itself. Slowly. One egg... two... four...

Echo just sipped tea from a newly conjured cup as the egg-count grew. “It’s fine. Probably.”

[Laylana Oceana]

Laylana people placed a spectacular display of water features for the festive season.

Mass swirling sculptures that rippled into articulate scenery for everyone to marvel.

Some merfolk took to the land to enjoy the festive culture.

Some took to the landside in means of business opportunities.

Others, took to dig into their curiosity and see how other walks of life interacted.

Chaotic cheers for the grassy terrain as bursts of water erupted from the ocean's surface, manipulating to create various animals such as a rabbit bouncing across the surface, another a chicken jumping into the air, another eggs popping out one by one and splashing those who ventured to the seaside.

Layla moving aside as water fountained in reaction to water diving back into the ocean, laughing softly as everyone cheered festively. Maneuvering through the mass of people as she got herself a beverage of water to cool her down whilst she was on land, seeking a large tree to making a settlement as she watched everyone interacting.