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Wildwood Masters Library - Haunted Library RP

Peter
He/Him
? Entity

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The smile that had been on the man's face disappeared almost instantly. "Well if it isn't Little Miss Killjoy, ruining the joke by assuming it was all about her. And here I was about to congratulate you on losing all that weight since I last saw you."

Shaking his head slightly as he turned away from River, he turned his gaze towards her companion. "I don't think we met if you were with the group that this one came in with. I'm Peter the librarian. Are you looking for anything in particular or are you just browsing?"

Wildwood Masters Library - Haunted Library RP

Peter
He/Him
? Entity

The sound of squeaky wheels rolled through the halls of the Library; Like an old trolley that hadn’t been properly oiled in ages. The noise seemed to grow louder as it drew near to Lark and River… until at last the source of the noise presented itself by turning a corner into their section.

It was, in fact, a book trolly. A left over piece of equipment from when the Library had actually served as a library. But despite the gloomy, haunted atmosphere it wasn’t moving alone. A young man in his early to mid twenties was behind it, gloved hands gripping the somewhat rusted and flaky handle.

Looking at the pair, the rather pale man blinked for a moment… before quipping “You know, the two of you make enough noise that you could wake the dead.”

Wait.. The Door's Locked! - Haunted Library Sign-Ups

Name:
Peter March

Alias:
The Librarian

Pronouns:
He/Him

Age:
Seemingly 24 (Exact age unknown)

General appearance:


Light or Dark?:
Of the entities roaming the Library, Peter is somewhat unique. He was originally human and his current existence was the intentional end result of his own experiments with the occult. As a vampire, the fact that he will drink from those that the Master brings into the Library aligns him with the Dark Entities, but in truth who things pan out will depend on his mood, if he likes you or how hungry he is.

The story of Peter March, the Vampire Librarian

The story of Peter March is not a happy one.

Born into poverty to parents who were abusive in their one ways, the one place where a young Peter could go in order to escape from his terrible life and awful family was the Wildwood Library. As he grew older he would often be found there daily, reading anything from comics to novels to history books. Despite more or less becoming a fixture of the library over the years, Peter was not the most socially or mentally healthy of people... and as such most tended to keep him at a distance.

When the murders and disappearances started to happen, Peter turned his attention towards more occult topics. In part to try and uncover answers, but also because it was a subject that he had visited a few times over the years.

Truth be told, Peter learned quite a bit about the situation with the Wildwood Library and the various entities that came to inhabit it via talking to the people that managed to get out of the building once the haunting truly began. However, rather then be of the mindset of going in to release the damned souls within and fight the Master, Peter's life was so shit and he had so little desire to continue on struggling with it that a different idea entered his mind.

Finding some dark rituals of his own and literally having nothing worth living for in his own mind if it failed, Peter entered the haunted Wildwood Library without anyone guiding or tempting him there. Finding a suitable spot within, he set up and performed his rituals which resulted in his death.

Only he didn't stay dead. Raising from the grave that was the ritual circle behind the Librarians desk, the now undead Peter claimed the Library as his home and the vampire couldn't be happier about it.

While he is still very much a weirdo by human standards, Peter has a social life within the walls of the Library. Unlike many of those wandering its shelves, he is not actually bound to the Library in any manner outside of the physical; If he wanted to, he could find the spell that opens the door to leave. He just doesn't want to.

Wildwood Masters Library - Haunted Library RP

Name:
Peter March

Alias:
The Librarian

Pronouns:
He/Him

Age:
Seemingly 24 (Exact age unknown)

General appearance:


Light or Dark?:
Of the entities roaming the Library, Peter is somewhat unique. He was originally human and his current existence was the intentional end result of his own experiments with the occult. As a vampire, the fact that he will drink from those that the Master brings into the Library aligns him with the Dark Entities, but in truth who things pan out will depend on his mood, if he likes you or how hungry he is.

The story of Peter March, the Vampire Librarian

The story of Peter March is not a happy one.

Born into poverty to parents who were abusive in their one ways, the one place where a young Peter could go in order to escape from his terrible life and awful family was the Wildwood Library. As he grew older he would often be found there daily, reading anything from comics to novels to history books. Despite more or less becoming a fixture of the library over the years, Peter was not the most socially or mentally healthy of people... and as such most tended to keep him at a distance.

When the murders and disappearances started to happen, Peter turned his attention towards more occult topics. In part to try and uncover answers, but also because it was a subject that he had visited a few times over the years.

Truth be told, Peter learned quite a bit about the situation with the Wildwood Library and the various entities that came to inhabit it via talking to the people that managed to get out of the building once the haunting truly began. However, rather then be of the mindset of going in to release the damned souls within and fight the Master, Peter's life was so shit and he had so little desire to continue on struggling with it that a different idea entered his mind.

Finding some dark rituals of his own and literally having nothing worth living for in his own mind if it failed, Peter entered the haunted Wildwood Library without anyone guiding or tempting him there. Finding a suitable spot within, he set up and performed his rituals which resulted in his death.

Only he didn't stay dead. Raising from the grave that was the ritual circle behind the Librarians desk, the now undead Peter claimed the Library as his home and the vampire couldn't be happier about it.

While he is still very much a weirdo by human standards, Peter has a social life within the walls of the Library. Unlike many of those wandering its shelves, he is not actually bound to the Library in any manner outside of the physical; If he wanted to, he could find the spell that opens the door to leave. He just doesn't want to.

Seeking Experienced Roleplayer for Warhammer 40,000 Necromunda RP

Fair enough. Sounds like fun.

What gene mods did he have?

Seeking Experienced Roleplayer for Warhammer 40,000 Necromunda RP

A little bit.

But truthfully, rather then just reject it outright... I'm happy to sit down and try to make it work. Yes it might require some alterations, but the end result can be a better story.

Seeking Experienced Roleplayer for Warhammer 40,000 Necromunda RP

Two things.

1) I think you should drop the blank aspect. There are a couple of reasons, but the lore one would be that research into blanks simply wouldn’t have developed enough for a successful or stable attempt at gene modification before the project was shut down. Genetically modification to create blanks is necron level tech.

2) What is the balance of the Avvim? Because if you look at abhuman species in setting, while they are better than baseline humanity at certain things, it comes at the cost of something else. Ogryn and Golith are both big, strong and tough, but at the cost of being less dexterous and intelligent. The more you tailor a species towards something, the less able it is somewhere else.

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious

It was hard to describe the nature of events as a warp gate of unprecedented size was forcefully torn into reality without control or care within a system.

The fickle and outlandish nature of events, alongside the scale of them in terms of sheer number, made recording and listing phenomena as they occurred on Pentious next to impossible. Black lightning tore across a frozen sea of pink and green as burning orange blood of three screaming damned rained down from above.

Outside of the forge cities, a literal storm of madness tore at the world like a ravenous beast that would have been the beautiful but terrible death knoll for many other worlds.

But Pentious was not other worlds. They have known the storm was coming well in advance and thus had prepared and hunkered down in cities that easily doubled as very literal defensive bunkers. Their preparations and void shields protected them from the bulk of the roaring tide that was pounding against them.

Weaknesses in the defences were found, allowing the madness to seep in. Rooms bled, gravity changed in places. Forge Delta found itself dealing with the ghost of the Waarrgh in a very literal manner as spectres of both human and greenskin long dead manifested to fight once more.

These were just the physical signs through. Where madness could find purchase, it dug in as harshly and quickly as possible… and the favoured location to do so was the darkness within one’s mind. Despite precautions and the certainty of steel that augmented the minds of vast sways of the population, insanity of all varieties swept through the population at all rungs.

Some afflictions were so minor or harmless as to have been considered comedic after the fact. They were the minority. Tech priests turned on their peers, ripping out their implants and augments out of a fanatical desire to ‘achieve perfection’. Servitors were literally possessed by murderous desire and did everything in their power to harm others. Cannibalism skyrocketed as families and friends turned on each other with gluttonous brutality.

And all the while, Rik fought on. What phenomena that couldn’t be countered was isolated. Those lost to insanity were restrained or put down as the situation warranted it. What chaos and madness that the storm tried to inflict was met with control and order, with Rik simply being the noticeable bastion against this shadow of Old Night.

Then it ended.

The storm came to a close, its fury spent as reality and sanity imposed themselves once more. Alas, the final tally of lives destroyed or lost would not stabilise until days later; Those afflicted with strange melodies or finally succumbing to wounds they proved fatal were among the dead, but the saddest were the suicides.

More then one person awoke from the bout of imposed madness to find themselves in a living nightmare due to the actions of their flesh when they weren’t of sound mind… and more then one couldn’t bring themselves to live with the result.

The damage was done, the blood had been shed and countless personal tragedies and horror stories had destroyed or ruined lives. But with the storm passed it was time to rebuild. And the next stage of Rik’s plan was at hand.

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious, Myster System

Humanity had always believed in divination in one form or another, all the way back to the humble beginnings of mankind on ancient Terra. The concept of being able to predict the future and in a way control it has long be a stable of those in positions of power desiring to maintain said power... through more then one successful fortune teller figured out the trick of making and wording 'prophecies' that covered all bases and would prove them correct, no matter the outcome.

Those who followed the tenants and teachings of the Machine Cult also believed in divination, through their methods of divining what would happen was much more effective then trying to read the innards of a dead goat or the feeding habits of birds. Mechanicum divination was based on predicting the future via data. The more you understood about the world and those within it, the more accurately one could develop algorithms that could predict what the future held and what was going to happen.

There was no such thing as predetermined fate but everything was interconnected. From cosmic events that reshaped entire star systems to the instinctive existence of the tiniest life form, nothing truly existed in a vacuum. An individual makes a choice, but that choice ripples outwards and effects other individuals and helps shape their choices, even as the choices of other individuals shaped the first choice of the original person.

The prediction algorithms produced by Rik were some of the most accurate to ever exist, but even then they could only be relied upon for a given length of time. An algorithm was only as good as the data that was poured into it and Rik was not omnipotent. An ancient saying was that when a butterfly flapped its wings, the ripple of the event would cause a storm to brew on the opposite side of the planet; There was wisdom in this still, for one cannot know information that they do not have access too.

So while Rik's algorithms were able to predict where the unstable, massive wound in reality of a warp gate that was going to open within a 12,000 kilometer area and when within a 24 hour time period (from the reality side of things anyway), they could not reveal the origins or nature of the ship that was about to enter reality. They also could not accurately predict all the... side effects of its entry into reality either. There were a number of reasons why warp capable ships tended to favor entering realty near the edge of a system rather then within its border, one of which was the fact that opening a warp gate tended to cause utter insanity and blatantly supernatural things to happen around it.

The ship in question was going to tear open its exit gate much deeper into the Myster system then a sane pilot and navigator would allow. While the exit portal was far enough away that it wouldn't drag Pentious or any of the other celestial bodies in system into the warp or tear them apart trying (a fact that was a great relief in and of itself), it's proximity and sheer scale in size put them at risk due to the strain and weakening of reality that the tear caused around it. The unpredictable and chaotic nature of such phenomenon made predicting and preparing for the worst rather difficult to do, since the worst included the otherwise immutable laws of reality weakening, twisting into alien shapes or ceasing to apply completely.

So... they did what they could. They turned off and prepared to lock down what they could. Armed, medical and mechanical responder teams were organized and prepared to move in response to just about any emergency that could be literally dreamed of, because even the waking human imagination had its limits.

.............

Magos GC-118 was nervous. Normally she would have shoved the emotion away in its proper vault, but in this case she had needed to prioritize her larger anxieties that threatened her into a state of panic or inaction. By comparison, a degree of uncertainty and nerves seemed rather appropriate, given the situation. She was on call with one of the maintenance crews since it was felt that a Magos with hands on experience of experimental technology would be useful if things started to get really weird.

Her beloved was also on a response team, but unlike her Rik was by himself. The logic was sound; They were stretched somewhat thin in regards to qualified personnel and Myrmdon Uixien was not only a proven force to be reckoned with, but had the knowledge and skill sets to adapt to just about any role he needed to in order to deal with any situation that came up. Emotionally... she was worried about him. Yes, she knew that he could take care of himself (alongside anyone fortunate enough to be on a team with him), but emotions didn't have to be rational and a part of her didn't want him to be alone.

Before she could have a chance to fret about this any further, the ping of a message through the noosphere came to her attention. It was encoded heavily and her heart fluttered as she recognized the workmanship and the master behind it because it was their private channel. Unlocking it instantly at the speed of thought, she read the message within and felt the nerves ease their grip on her.

'My beloved GC, once things have stabilized enough that we don't need to be on call, I am going to take us both off duty for an hour so that we can spend some time together and unwind. I missed you and once reality isn't threatening to turn air into custard anymore, I'm going to take the time to remind you of how much you mean to me. I'll see you soon.'

The information made her feel warm inside and a smile grace her face under her hood. The fact that Rik was planning to take an hour to himself just to spend time with her once things had settled down enough to do so, despite how busy she knew he was... he knew how to make her feel special.

It took her a few minutes to properly formulate a reply that she found acceptable to send back, but excitement seemed to pulse through her as she did so.

'My beloved Rik, your message came at just the right time to perk up my spirit and steel me for whatever is to come. The thought of cuddling with you with something warm and flavorful to eat or drink after all this is over is making me slightly impatient for this whole mess to be over. I want you to look after yourself until we get to see other again.'

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious?

"This... is a dream, isn't it?" Rik softly asked his companion.

According to his senses, he was seated at a table in a technologically blessed kitchen/dinning room that possessed a window that looked over of a captivately beautiful city; Technological in all aspects, but also aesthetically pleasing and functional in a manner that required a degree of engineering and planning that few mortal minds were able to comprehend the logistics of. Rik could, and that knowledge made what he was witnessing all the more beautiful to his gaze.

"It is." Came the reply. It was a strange voice. In a world of modified voices boxes and vox channels, it still maintained that edge of artificial nature, but it also possessed an underlining humanity and emotion that even if the most advanced technology struggled with. He couldn't quite tell if it was a singular, non-gendered voice or if it was numerous voices speaking in unison... but it spoke again as it answered in a playful tone "But just because this is a dream, doesn't mean we can't enjoy the beauty of it."

Turning to look at his companion, Rik would never have been able to describe what he saw to anyone else. Not in a manner that they would truly be able to understand or mentally comprehend. He could try... and he would be able to pen countless books on the subject in a variety of styles and poises that would be considered masterworks of art and likely inspire countless artists both living and currently unborn for who knows how many generations...

But it would never do the original source the justice that it deserved. And it felt wrong to try and force it into shape with crude words.

"Who are you?"

"This is your dream. Who or what do you think I am?" was the rebuttal.

Rik was quiet for a moment, thinking about his answer before offering "I believe... that you are what I would picture the Omnissiah would look like if it was physically an entity."

There was a mirthful chuckle and a small clap as the figure answered "That is most likely the case. However, you are not having this conversation with yourself because you want someone able to discuss things on your actual intellectual level."

Rik opted not to acknowledge the statement, instead asking "And what reason is so grand that my sub-conscious mind feels the need to reach out and speak with me so bluntly like this?"

"You know what I'm trying to draw your attention to... at least on some level. You've seen the data and a part of you recognizes what it means, but your conscious mind hasn't quite processed it yet." There was a movement from the imagined Omnissiah, and suddenly several screens seemed to manifest in mid air, each one possessing data related to seemingly unconnected fields.

Overlooking the stream of data, Rik recognized them all as belonging to various reports and sensory data. On the surface, all of it was isolated and disconnected from each other; Individually they had been processed and factored into commands and plans, but now that it was all laid out in front of him all at once, Rik's deeper inspection started to draw... connections.

Without thinking about it, other screens processing historical data manifested as Rik recalled the reports about sensory information prior to the arrival of Waaagh Kracker'Laker's invasion Roks. There was a correspondence between the two events, but the differences were great as well. Pulling up further memories of Mechanicum data about warp transitions and jumps, Rik felt several emotions try to be felt all at once that were held back filters and emotional vaults. Despite the self control of both himself and his enhancements, a very human shiver went down his spine.

Something big was currently traveling into the system via the warp and it was in the process of forcing open a gateway into reality. The sensor data, when viewed in the light that something was trying to transition into real space, suggested that whatever it was seemed to be doing so in a manner akin to a warp jump capable ship but the rest of what it was telling him was... utter madness.

For starters, the sheer size of the warp exit being created was utterly insane; Compared to the list of known human and orkish ships on record, this thing dwarfed them by so much would have been ridiculous to consider a ship of such size existing under any other circumstance.

Compared to the data of what a controlled warp exit should have been like from human vessels and the information of what orkish ships leaving the warp were like, this gateway to the warp was going to be a chaotic, unstable hazardous mess of a thing that was a danger to whatever was leaving the warp and everything around it. He only had a rough idea of where it was going to appear and truthfully it seemed more like random chance then anything else that it wasn't going to manifest closer to Pentious then it already was...

...........................................................................

With a start, Rik awoke.

He was thankful that GC-118 seemed to have already awoken in order to attend to her duties, meaning his sudden start hadn't disturbed her. However, while some of the details of the dream were already starting to haze in the manner that dreams fade like fog in sunlight, he remembered enough to know that he needed to double check the historical data before he needed to plan a presentation.

Something was coming and they needed to be ready for it.