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Rites Of Passage (a High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure)
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Brisa liked the strange man, he seemed...fatherly in a way her own father was not. Or maybe that was just because he had given her a book and such a thing would never have crossed her family's mind. Or maybe it was just that her family was gone and her only companions had been other younglings like her that it was nice to change.
She wrapped up her other books, carefully put them away along with her few odds and ends into her bag and settled down to look at her new book. It was well used, but also well cared for and Brisa would do her best to ensure it remained that way. Medicinal plants: there was no doubt that was valuable information. She already knew some from Autry but it tended to be about how to heal sicknesses, settle nausea, treat a rash. Common everyday issues the villagers had to deal with. Here she found plants that could be used to clean a wound, make blood clot, and make a bruise fade faster. Also a bit of obscure things like plants that could be used to ward off mosquitoes or heal "blood weakness." Whatever that was.
She had just barely skimmed through the book when she looked up and saw Jaim leaning over Laodike. Something triggered in her mind and she frowned slightly. Jaim was here because they had caused the woman harm, she might die, and it was their fault. Yet he didn't kill them. Had their positions been reversed Brisa was pretty sure she wouldn't have been so forgiving. In fact she knew she wouldn't. Her friends were all she had left. Watching them as they practiced she knew without question that she would have done whatever she could to get revenge.
Of course Jaim could mean them harm; they were so tired and weary from running and fighting when he found them that they hadn't even questioned him or his motives. Even when he had good reason to wish them harm. She was pretty sure that wasn't the case though and actually wanted to ask him about it. She carefully wrapped up her new book, bundling it with her book of maps. She needed more oiled hide to protect them but for now they could be wrapped together. Sliding it all into her satchel she rose and walked over to Jaim. It was in her mind to ask him about why he was helping them, and revenge, and forgiveness but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Anything I can do to help?" she asked him softly. It had been plain this was not what she had originally intended to ask but her words were still quite sincere.
She wrapped up her other books, carefully put them away along with her few odds and ends into her bag and settled down to look at her new book. It was well used, but also well cared for and Brisa would do her best to ensure it remained that way. Medicinal plants: there was no doubt that was valuable information. She already knew some from Autry but it tended to be about how to heal sicknesses, settle nausea, treat a rash. Common everyday issues the villagers had to deal with. Here she found plants that could be used to clean a wound, make blood clot, and make a bruise fade faster. Also a bit of obscure things like plants that could be used to ward off mosquitoes or heal "blood weakness." Whatever that was.
She had just barely skimmed through the book when she looked up and saw Jaim leaning over Laodike. Something triggered in her mind and she frowned slightly. Jaim was here because they had caused the woman harm, she might die, and it was their fault. Yet he didn't kill them. Had their positions been reversed Brisa was pretty sure she wouldn't have been so forgiving. In fact she knew she wouldn't. Her friends were all she had left. Watching them as they practiced she knew without question that she would have done whatever she could to get revenge.
Of course Jaim could mean them harm; they were so tired and weary from running and fighting when he found them that they hadn't even questioned him or his motives. Even when he had good reason to wish them harm. She was pretty sure that wasn't the case though and actually wanted to ask him about it. She carefully wrapped up her new book, bundling it with her book of maps. She needed more oiled hide to protect them but for now they could be wrapped together. Sliding it all into her satchel she rose and walked over to Jaim. It was in her mind to ask him about why he was helping them, and revenge, and forgiveness but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Anything I can do to help?" she asked him softly. It had been plain this was not what she had originally intended to ask but her words were still quite sincere.
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Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
updated my last post slightly with small changes.
right now the ball is with Lucie & Aleksandra as they catch up in space so we may need to pause everyone else for a short time.
right now the ball is with Lucie & Aleksandra as they catch up in space so we may need to pause everyone else for a short time.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
thought I posted last night. I tried again. Hopefully it worked this time.
everything is almost pooled at the mill in the middlish of the night. Lily & Ren are almost there, coming up behind Isabeau. Lucie & Aleksandra are almost entirely not there but I trust they will get there soon.
everything is almost pooled at the mill in the middlish of the night. Lily & Ren are almost there, coming up behind Isabeau. Lucie & Aleksandra are almost entirely not there but I trust they will get there soon.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
~Ren & Lily~
Ren rode in silence, privately he was extremely thankful Adam had taught him to ride, it was not common among the servant class. But then Adam was an uncommon “master.” That thought only spurred Ren on, pushing as hard as he dared. He owed Adam much and he would do everything he could to help. What Lily had suggested had seemed so far out of the realm of possibility that he was still in half-disbelief. Still, he had seen enough working with Adam not to dismiss the idea even as bizarre and revolting as it was.
They came upon the woods fast, but to Ren's viewpoint not fast enough. He had an underlying fear, one that Lily didn't know about. If Isabeau found out Adam was not exactly what she thought what would she do to him.
The darkness of the woods closed around them, he didn't even remember it getting late but the sun was all but gone and soon they were riding in blackness, forced to slow down or risk the horses stumbling. At least they had Isabau's well worn, if quite narrow, trail to follow. Ren fidgeted in his seat as he followed Lily, the silence, the darkness, the worry all making him as edgy as a bear with a bee up its backside. He fingered the sword slung over his shoulder absently, worrying about his master and what would happen if they didn't make it to him in time.
~Aleksandra & Lucie~
Filip's eyes darted from one woman to the other. In the back of his brain he couldn't believe that he was about to be killed. These two were deadly. He had no doubt. Just as he had no doubt they would kill him. He struggled to clear his mouth so he could speak, while at the same time desperately trying to come up with something to say.
“spying” he finally managed to get out. He swallowed and tried again. “I wasn't spying” he corrected. “Not many out since IT began wandering the streets. Just needed a bit of coin you know. Not spying.” He swallowed audibly again trying to force the fear out of his mind and voice. He knew he couldn't force it out completely but maybe he could disguise it. And for a moment he succeeded. Puzzlement replaced fear as he thought about what else the woman had asked.
Everyone knew of the the lady hiring people to kidnap pretty men. No one who had accepted the job had ever returned, and now no one would work for her. She had eventually stopped trying. These two women seemed comfortable enough here in the sewers, not like rushers for some money bag, yet they didn't know about the men.
“Some black lady hired several coves, you know the kind that don't ask many questions, to scoop up some folk off the street. She was some money bag, all fancy and the like But she paid well. Except the bitch said I was too ugly for the job.”
He didn't mention he was kinda glad of that now, the sting of the insult was still there.
He scrambled to find more to tell the women, if he kept talking that could buy time. His description wasn't great, but it did sound familiar. Wealthy woman with fair skin and dark hair. She was Slim, tall, cultured, arrogant, and superior, all that a rich woman was. “The coves she hired disappeared. She hasn't been around in awhile, no one has, not with the creature roaming the streets. If IT catches you that's the end. We all know that.”
He wasn't sure what else to say and was silent for a moment, but in the silence he heard a noise, and one that made his blood even colder than it already was.
The lumbering shuffle run on the stones above him.
“ITs here” he gulped in a voice that was so low it was hard to hear. The lumbering footsteps were heavy and somewhat off stride, like IT was running with a limp. He could even hear it speaking to itself, heavy raspy words that Filip was afraid to hear. “Mother. Lover. Mother. Lover.” In a low gutteral voice those words were repeated with long gaps between each, like it was struggling to think or remember or pronounce.
With a gasp of terror, the footsteps were almost directly above them now, Filip broke and ran blindly into the dark tunnel, slipping, skidding, even smacking into walls despite how well he knew the lay of the land down here. Everything replaced by fear of the thing above them even though there was no way it could get to them from where it was. Fear was a powerful thing.
~Creature~
mother. Lover. Those were the two words that played over and over in its mind as he ran. It tried to say them outloud, a mantra of sorts, but it could only manage to get the words out once in ever five tries or so. That didn't distract it or slow it from running though.
It's huge bulk was surprisingly agile when it wanted to be, after all he was crafted out of only the best materials. It built up speed as he ran through the alleys of Prague. It had prowled about the city enough times in it's expeditions to learn of life that it knew the quickest way to edge of the city. It saw nothing and no-one. Of course that was because they knew of the creature's presence and were well secreted. After the first few disappearances, mostly small animals, women and children, the folk of the poor districts, resigned to their fates and their lives, simply hid until it went away.
Running with a powerful but awkward gate, much like the rolling gate of a running bear, It charged on into the woods. It did not follow Isabeau's path, she never entered the forest from this direction, but there was a game trail that It knew well. It used it nearly every night, abandoned by the deer who once roamed here, It ran on in solitude, so used to always being alone it never even thought to look back.
Free of the city all that was left was a lonely but easy run back to It's nest in the mill. The scream earlier, and the uneasy feeling in his mind, wouldn't let It be until he found out She was safe. It's passage was not quiet, It was too big for that, but the soft ground muffled much and as It lumbered through the trees towards his home he sounded like nothing so much as a great bear charging through the undergrowth.
~Johanna, Wes, Isabeau, and Adam~
The disappearance of the horses went unnoticed by those inside the mill, at least for now. The things they had found were about as plain as can be, and yet there were still so many questions.
Meanwhile Adam was battling chaos. At least that's what his mind saw. Trapped by Isabeau, who had used her Talent to put his own into a dormant state, he now was trapped within his mind. Isabeau's Talent would not have affected most this way; but Adam was different. His Talent was always active pulling patterns out of seemingly random things. When it had been suppressed the randomness invaded. Adam's mind had become a swirling vortex of chaos. The part of his mind that was “sane” stood amid the chaos, struggling to force his Talent to wakefulness again. If he could only find the pattern in the chaos, before his mind fractured further, then he could work his way back into consciousness and hopefully awaken his Talent once more.
Ren rode in silence, privately he was extremely thankful Adam had taught him to ride, it was not common among the servant class. But then Adam was an uncommon “master.” That thought only spurred Ren on, pushing as hard as he dared. He owed Adam much and he would do everything he could to help. What Lily had suggested had seemed so far out of the realm of possibility that he was still in half-disbelief. Still, he had seen enough working with Adam not to dismiss the idea even as bizarre and revolting as it was.
They came upon the woods fast, but to Ren's viewpoint not fast enough. He had an underlying fear, one that Lily didn't know about. If Isabeau found out Adam was not exactly what she thought what would she do to him.
The darkness of the woods closed around them, he didn't even remember it getting late but the sun was all but gone and soon they were riding in blackness, forced to slow down or risk the horses stumbling. At least they had Isabau's well worn, if quite narrow, trail to follow. Ren fidgeted in his seat as he followed Lily, the silence, the darkness, the worry all making him as edgy as a bear with a bee up its backside. He fingered the sword slung over his shoulder absently, worrying about his master and what would happen if they didn't make it to him in time.
~Aleksandra & Lucie~
Filip's eyes darted from one woman to the other. In the back of his brain he couldn't believe that he was about to be killed. These two were deadly. He had no doubt. Just as he had no doubt they would kill him. He struggled to clear his mouth so he could speak, while at the same time desperately trying to come up with something to say.
“spying” he finally managed to get out. He swallowed and tried again. “I wasn't spying” he corrected. “Not many out since IT began wandering the streets. Just needed a bit of coin you know. Not spying.” He swallowed audibly again trying to force the fear out of his mind and voice. He knew he couldn't force it out completely but maybe he could disguise it. And for a moment he succeeded. Puzzlement replaced fear as he thought about what else the woman had asked.
Everyone knew of the the lady hiring people to kidnap pretty men. No one who had accepted the job had ever returned, and now no one would work for her. She had eventually stopped trying. These two women seemed comfortable enough here in the sewers, not like rushers for some money bag, yet they didn't know about the men.
“Some black lady hired several coves, you know the kind that don't ask many questions, to scoop up some folk off the street. She was some money bag, all fancy and the like But she paid well. Except the bitch said I was too ugly for the job.”
He didn't mention he was kinda glad of that now, the sting of the insult was still there.
He scrambled to find more to tell the women, if he kept talking that could buy time. His description wasn't great, but it did sound familiar. Wealthy woman with fair skin and dark hair. She was Slim, tall, cultured, arrogant, and superior, all that a rich woman was. “The coves she hired disappeared. She hasn't been around in awhile, no one has, not with the creature roaming the streets. If IT catches you that's the end. We all know that.”
He wasn't sure what else to say and was silent for a moment, but in the silence he heard a noise, and one that made his blood even colder than it already was.
The lumbering shuffle run on the stones above him.
“ITs here” he gulped in a voice that was so low it was hard to hear. The lumbering footsteps were heavy and somewhat off stride, like IT was running with a limp. He could even hear it speaking to itself, heavy raspy words that Filip was afraid to hear. “Mother. Lover. Mother. Lover.” In a low gutteral voice those words were repeated with long gaps between each, like it was struggling to think or remember or pronounce.
With a gasp of terror, the footsteps were almost directly above them now, Filip broke and ran blindly into the dark tunnel, slipping, skidding, even smacking into walls despite how well he knew the lay of the land down here. Everything replaced by fear of the thing above them even though there was no way it could get to them from where it was. Fear was a powerful thing.
~Creature~
mother. Lover. Those were the two words that played over and over in its mind as he ran. It tried to say them outloud, a mantra of sorts, but it could only manage to get the words out once in ever five tries or so. That didn't distract it or slow it from running though.
It's huge bulk was surprisingly agile when it wanted to be, after all he was crafted out of only the best materials. It built up speed as he ran through the alleys of Prague. It had prowled about the city enough times in it's expeditions to learn of life that it knew the quickest way to edge of the city. It saw nothing and no-one. Of course that was because they knew of the creature's presence and were well secreted. After the first few disappearances, mostly small animals, women and children, the folk of the poor districts, resigned to their fates and their lives, simply hid until it went away.
Running with a powerful but awkward gate, much like the rolling gate of a running bear, It charged on into the woods. It did not follow Isabeau's path, she never entered the forest from this direction, but there was a game trail that It knew well. It used it nearly every night, abandoned by the deer who once roamed here, It ran on in solitude, so used to always being alone it never even thought to look back.
Free of the city all that was left was a lonely but easy run back to It's nest in the mill. The scream earlier, and the uneasy feeling in his mind, wouldn't let It be until he found out She was safe. It's passage was not quiet, It was too big for that, but the soft ground muffled much and as It lumbered through the trees towards his home he sounded like nothing so much as a great bear charging through the undergrowth.
~Johanna, Wes, Isabeau, and Adam~
The disappearance of the horses went unnoticed by those inside the mill, at least for now. The things they had found were about as plain as can be, and yet there were still so many questions.
Meanwhile Adam was battling chaos. At least that's what his mind saw. Trapped by Isabeau, who had used her Talent to put his own into a dormant state, he now was trapped within his mind. Isabeau's Talent would not have affected most this way; but Adam was different. His Talent was always active pulling patterns out of seemingly random things. When it had been suppressed the randomness invaded. Adam's mind had become a swirling vortex of chaos. The part of his mind that was “sane” stood amid the chaos, struggling to force his Talent to wakefulness again. If he could only find the pattern in the chaos, before his mind fractured further, then he could work his way back into consciousness and hopefully awaken his Talent once more.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I had a great time. I don't want to be home. But I don't want to be actually traveling either. So not exactly sure where I want to be.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
hey I'm home now. It was a long wonderful vacation that I had fully intended to continue RP story during. However we were constantly busy and doing all kinds of stuff and then internet got squirrely to boot. But I shall post shortly even if its a fluff post.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
sorry about that. I really am. Soon as we left the coast of Oregon we found that reliable wireless internet was not a common feature. I had totally planned to be able to keep the story up while I was traveling but to no avail. I am home now, got home yesterday midnight, and I plan to catch up and post tonight or tomorrow. Again terribly sorry. I hope at least a couple of you rode out my absence. I have no reward for it but my gratitude.
Edit: if anyone cares we drove from Arizona, through new mexico, Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, California, and back to Arizona. Wheee!
Edit: if anyone cares we drove from Arizona, through new mexico, Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, California, and back to Arizona. Wheee!
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I was busy too. I expected much better wireless options while traveling. I'm actually surprised. The places we did have wireless were also the places where we were doing stuff from dawn till dusk. Hubby out fishing the next couple of days however so I'm hoping to post today or tomorrow.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
~~Group B~~
The night was darkening rapidly and the moon had slipped behind a cloud while Johanna and Wes explored the old building. The horses outside whickered softly, feeling a change in the atmosphere of the night.
While Johanna and Wes worked inside the building, unraveling the habits and the dangers of the creature that dwelt there, another made her way swiftly along secret paths towards the building.
Neither Isabau or her mare needed the moonlight to follow the trail. Both had traveled this way so often now that they could find their way in the pure blackness of night if they had to. The forest was thick and the moonlight weak; it was almost pure black as they rode along. The second horse was less confident but because it was following the lead mare it remained quiet. Besides its load was easy, the body draped across it still as death.
Isabau pulled her mantle tighter about her to ward off the night's chill and squeezed her legs to urge the mare along a bit faster. Her irritation was palpable and the horse picked up on her annoyance. It picked up it's pace in response. Isabau cast a backwards glance at the body draped across the second horse.
Adam was bound, hand and foot, naked except for a coarse wool cloak. Isabau was more than annoyed. She was furious. She couldn't believe she made such a miscalculation. She should have known immediately when she sensed something wrong about Adam's health. Of course it was subtly “wrong”. Adam was a woman. Consequently completely unsuited to what she had planned. She needed a brilliant mind. A brilliant -male- mind. Adam would have to die of course, she would give 'him' to the creature and that would settle that. But what would she do now? Her plans, her studies, all was in tatters.
When she heard the sound of another horse where she was headed her mood darkened further. What were horses doing out here. She halted her own mount and slipped off, leaving the 2 horses and the unconscious Adam off the trail in a dark thicket.
Then she slipped quietly down the path she knew so well to see what she could see. The moon had obligingly hidden behind the clouds swathing the land in darkness and the chill in the air seemed to muffle sound even further.
Isabau lurked in the darkness watching. The two horses were unfamiliar to her which meant nothing. She hadn't been out in society for a very long time. She wouldn't recognize anyone's mounts anymore. The light in the mill was more disturbing. Someone was poking around in there, and it was not the building's “true”occupant.
She quietly walked up to the unknown stranger's waiting horses and untied them. With a quick smack on their rumps she sent the already nervous creatures off into the dark woods. Then as quickly as she could she slipped back into the near black woods to watch, hidden deep in the shadows and thick foliage of the trees.
~~Group C~~
Filip found himself confronted with the sort of situation he had hoped never to face. He was a student of humanity. After all he made is living knowing who to rob, and who to avoid. He was quick of foot and usually quick of tongue. But this woman he knew you could not con. He wasn't even certain
“Wha...what?” he asked trying to figure out how to escape. He wasn't even sure where the one who was following him went to. Maybe that one was just part of the trap. He could bolt but right now he knew instinctively that now was not the time to make his move. So he waited, hoping to stay alive long enough to figure out what it was she wanted.
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