This sounds to be a very unique and special roleplay!
Yep, you've got my interest also.
Yep, you've got my interest also.
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Emmett Warde II
Emmett's cracked lips dipped into a frown at the sound of being called the one word he despised, brat. Yet with his hate for it, the boy who so formerly attacked his uncle in a pitiful brawl, simply resorted to mere low grumbling. If within both a different situation and environment, would he had acted much more expressive? Yes, indeed so. He toils himself with blind anger, but with real blind eyes, it changed his mind, for now.
A sweet soft voice reverberated against the chilled air of the deep dark abyss, without the single moment to spare that Emmett may be able to respond to Othen's offering. Would have the boy accepted it as he came to the reality of the disability? Or would he had instead, submerged into the stubborn mindset of his, decline it believing that the rejection would bring about the preservation of his pride? None will know, because the artist of the angelic song that circulated the atmosphere lighted the white in Emmett's eyes, bringing about a literal glow. That was their torch, the light that stemmed from his eyes. But he without any knowledge of this remained in metaphorical darkness as his sight in reality consisted of what he admitted before, Nothing but white... everywhere.
But the angelic pitched lyrics of the mysterious young woman in the distance rubbed clearer images inside of him. None could comprehend the words she caroled, it sounded all too foreign, but it brought a different type of understanding to Emmett. "F-Follow it! Let's go--," without any agreement from the other fellow explorers, Emmett paved footsteps right past them and into the direct path towards this voice. And there he went, there only source of light doing something unpredictable again. But In the middle of his journey there, he paused to be assured the others were chasing after him, since he remained unaware of the radiate flare he carried. "Listen," his sprints exhausted his breaths with panting, but nothing could tire him enough to restrain the instinctual attempt to obey a strange distant calling. "The song makes things-- clearer... felt sand-- I see grains of it in a white world and... shards? Glass... shards! Visions! They have to be visions, and I'm going to get answers, we're going to get answers. No point in resisting it, yes? Yes!
There was no hope in Emmett withstanding the enthrallment of magic bondage, his mind was weak to it. Without the others a chance to stop him, Emmett rushed away again. He did not cease his steps until he was face to face with a familiar being, but now the others could see for themselves, the Phantom in the Depths. He walked steadily towards her, and though the others may have shouted at him to not take a single step nearer to it, he ignored them and gave way to temptations, as he always did. But suddenly, it all changed as he drew close enough. The Phantom gave another blood-curdling scream and then a vanishing exit, except no one became blind by this encounter. Instead, rogues of cloaks and masks descended from the shadows with hostile threat by the spinning and twirling of their dual blades to display some sort of intimidation. With absolutely no word from either one, they charged the adventurers head on, all but one. While the rest appeared identical, not the unmoving figure. He was an elder, or so it seemed with a white fuzzed beard and a curved spine forward. He just stood there to watch by the sight of stirring sands.
A sweet soft voice reverberated against the chilled air of the deep dark abyss, without the single moment to spare that Emmett may be able to respond to Othen's offering. Would have the boy accepted it as he came to the reality of the disability? Or would he had instead, submerged into the stubborn mindset of his, decline it believing that the rejection would bring about the preservation of his pride? None will know, because the artist of the angelic song that circulated the atmosphere lighted the white in Emmett's eyes, bringing about a literal glow. That was their torch, the light that stemmed from his eyes. But he without any knowledge of this remained in metaphorical darkness as his sight in reality consisted of what he admitted before, Nothing but white... everywhere.
But the angelic pitched lyrics of the mysterious young woman in the distance rubbed clearer images inside of him. None could comprehend the words she caroled, it sounded all too foreign, but it brought a different type of understanding to Emmett. "F-Follow it! Let's go--," without any agreement from the other fellow explorers, Emmett paved footsteps right past them and into the direct path towards this voice. And there he went, there only source of light doing something unpredictable again. But In the middle of his journey there, he paused to be assured the others were chasing after him, since he remained unaware of the radiate flare he carried. "Listen," his sprints exhausted his breaths with panting, but nothing could tire him enough to restrain the instinctual attempt to obey a strange distant calling. "The song makes things-- clearer... felt sand-- I see grains of it in a white world and... shards? Glass... shards! Visions! They have to be visions, and I'm going to get answers, we're going to get answers. No point in resisting it, yes? Yes!
There was no hope in Emmett withstanding the enthrallment of magic bondage, his mind was weak to it. Without the others a chance to stop him, Emmett rushed away again. He did not cease his steps until he was face to face with a familiar being, but now the others could see for themselves, the Phantom in the Depths. He walked steadily towards her, and though the others may have shouted at him to not take a single step nearer to it, he ignored them and gave way to temptations, as he always did. But suddenly, it all changed as he drew close enough. The Phantom gave another blood-curdling scream and then a vanishing exit, except no one became blind by this encounter. Instead, rogues of cloaks and masks descended from the shadows with hostile threat by the spinning and twirling of their dual blades to display some sort of intimidation. With absolutely no word from either one, they charged the adventurers head on, all but one. While the rest appeared identical, not the unmoving figure. He was an elder, or so it seemed with a white fuzzed beard and a curved spine forward. He just stood there to watch by the sight of stirring sands.
I'll see it to have a post up today, I just hope to have The New Yorker still with us. Everyone has such great characters that I don't wish to lose even one.
@The New Yorker How's the post coming along?
@Deserted Thank you for the feedback. Yeah, I usually don't ever spoil anything about the plot and even if I wish to discuss it for suggestions I try to find someone to talk through it. But I put it out there since I was afraid if I didn't, keeping you guys in the dark would bring lost interest to the roleplay. But its good to hear that you would rather want it as a secret.
@The New Yorker Happy to hear your still with us, you had me worried for a second there.
So, lately I have been juggling with some ideas as the main quest goal will soon be revealed. And now, well, I think I have mostly all of it together. There is one NPC character I for sure wanted in the roleplay that could be a great adversary or a great ally. Right now, I'm leaning more towards having him as an ally to treat as a guide for the roleplay. I could spoil who it is now or save it for later, since you will soon be discovering who it is anyways. What do you guys think?
So, lately I have been juggling with some ideas as the main quest goal will soon be revealed. And now, well, I think I have mostly all of it together. There is one NPC character I for sure wanted in the roleplay that could be a great adversary or a great ally. Right now, I'm leaning more towards having him as an ally to treat as a guide for the roleplay. I could spoil who it is now or save it for later, since you will soon be discovering who it is anyways. What do you guys think?
Alright guys, your GM is back! But, before I go on and post I think I should give Cillian a chance to have a say.
@The New Yorker You cool with that?
@The New Yorker You cool with that?
Alright the post is up, though not as action-packed as I wanted it, but I decided it be better to have one more post before jumping right into another scene, maybe even a battle scene.
Emmett Warde II
“I’m here.”
Emmett could not decipher whether it was Rook's touch or voice that made him shudder. But no matter he hissed with volume put to a low, "Of course you are..." It was obvious that the boy was annoyed and irritated with his uncle. Emmett was a forgiving person but only to those who sought out forgiveness. Rook never apologized, instead it seemed more to Emmett that he was defending the slavers. Convincing Emmett otherwise would be quite the task, the boy was stubborn as a bull. Though, he was no hateful soul, he did not despise his uncle over one disagreement. But even with or without the effects of a drug, after the whole situation Rook would still get a sour attitude out of him, though not a threatening one as the day's long travel and Othen's method of intervention has settled him down. Besides, some amongst the group are quite familiar with his bitter remarks.
"Emmett! What happened?"
"W-well, we fell," it was quite obvious now that he backed into one of his more insolent moods and not just towards his uncle. He sighed realizing that being lippy, at least towards Othen, would not be the best move in the current situation. "Okay... I was the first to open my eyes, and when I did a spirit stared straight to my face. But I wasn't scared, I don't get scared. Though I particularly did not jump in any sort of fear because this... this thing... was a woman, a captivating one you could say. But it wasn't like I was drooling all over her or anything, she was simply... hypnotizing. Then she blinded me, somehow, someway. All I see now-- nothing but white... everywhere." After speaking, Emmett knelt to the ground and strangely started to play with the sand. He cupped a ball of the grains in one hand to just feel them later sink through the hole he made in his fist. But examining at him closer seemed much more like Emmett was looking for something as he pulled more to dragging and digging his fingers into the sand.
To Emmett, the fall with nothing fatal, he bore not a single scratch from it. Though as he thought upon it, he quietly theorized if his safe health laid in favor to the spirit. Yes, she took the sight of his eyes, but what if he could have lost his life? Yet he was the only one who encountered her, why Emmett? He froze for only a short moment to consider it be due to another secret his uncle had buried within him. How his uncle would be connected to her, Emmett did not know, but choosing to blame him or not was something he struggled with inside.
"So, everyone here?" He clearly could not look around himself to discover that. "Um, I wouldn't want Madam Matriarch dead, but it be appreciated if she stuck to her position as a navigator and wouldn't stick her nose into other people's business." How could Emmett be at ease with Grace right now, he was more at odds with her than any others within the party. As he saw it, if she never intruded into an essential moment for him that night, he would have not been disastrous the next morning towards daybreak. Though he was not as conflicted with Cillian since him joining Grace in the accusations made Emmett see the mysterious man as moreover her sidekick.
Emmett could not decipher whether it was Rook's touch or voice that made him shudder. But no matter he hissed with volume put to a low, "Of course you are..." It was obvious that the boy was annoyed and irritated with his uncle. Emmett was a forgiving person but only to those who sought out forgiveness. Rook never apologized, instead it seemed more to Emmett that he was defending the slavers. Convincing Emmett otherwise would be quite the task, the boy was stubborn as a bull. Though, he was no hateful soul, he did not despise his uncle over one disagreement. But even with or without the effects of a drug, after the whole situation Rook would still get a sour attitude out of him, though not a threatening one as the day's long travel and Othen's method of intervention has settled him down. Besides, some amongst the group are quite familiar with his bitter remarks.
"Emmett! What happened?"
"W-well, we fell," it was quite obvious now that he backed into one of his more insolent moods and not just towards his uncle. He sighed realizing that being lippy, at least towards Othen, would not be the best move in the current situation. "Okay... I was the first to open my eyes, and when I did a spirit stared straight to my face. But I wasn't scared, I don't get scared. Though I particularly did not jump in any sort of fear because this... this thing... was a woman, a captivating one you could say. But it wasn't like I was drooling all over her or anything, she was simply... hypnotizing. Then she blinded me, somehow, someway. All I see now-- nothing but white... everywhere." After speaking, Emmett knelt to the ground and strangely started to play with the sand. He cupped a ball of the grains in one hand to just feel them later sink through the hole he made in his fist. But examining at him closer seemed much more like Emmett was looking for something as he pulled more to dragging and digging his fingers into the sand.
To Emmett, the fall with nothing fatal, he bore not a single scratch from it. Though as he thought upon it, he quietly theorized if his safe health laid in favor to the spirit. Yes, she took the sight of his eyes, but what if he could have lost his life? Yet he was the only one who encountered her, why Emmett? He froze for only a short moment to consider it be due to another secret his uncle had buried within him. How his uncle would be connected to her, Emmett did not know, but choosing to blame him or not was something he struggled with inside.
"So, everyone here?" He clearly could not look around himself to discover that. "Um, I wouldn't want Madam Matriarch dead, but it be appreciated if she stuck to her position as a navigator and wouldn't stick her nose into other people's business." How could Emmett be at ease with Grace right now, he was more at odds with her than any others within the party. As he saw it, if she never intruded into an essential moment for him that night, he would have not been disastrous the next morning towards daybreak. Though he was not as conflicted with Cillian since him joining Grace in the accusations made Emmett see the mysterious man as moreover her sidekick.
I'm glad everyone's cool with disaster unfolding. Ha, anyways, I will not be online as frequent as I normally am this week because I'll be busy travelling. Though, don't worry I'll still be able to make posts just not as quickly. Before proceeding, I'm giving everyone a chance to post about the fall, but I'm planning for us to not spend too much time down there. Since, as you probably know by now, the abyss leads up to something rather awesome that I just can't wait to have happen.
EDIT: Decided to go ahead and work on a post now to get things going.
EDIT: Decided to go ahead and work on a post now to get things going.
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