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Hey look another Mokley RP.
Sure, if there's still space I'll hop in on this one.
Sure, if there's still space I'll hop in on this one.
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Rose nodded. "Very well. To the cabin we shall go!" She declared exuberantly. "Have no fear. If we do encounter an evil witch, I am an expert witch-hunter, and can assure you that no one will come to harm while I am here." She said, waving her staff threateningly towards no one in particular. Luciel's concerns were partially founded- Rose, indeed, was trying suspiciously hard to befriend the group. That was in part due just her nature, but there was indeed more to it than that. Perhaps, like Victor, she did have some evil agenda?
Or perhaps it was something different.
She stood behind William, staff at the ready. She had not a clue what would be behind the door, to tell the truth, and was almost as nervous as William, although it didn't show. After all, this was their first incursion into the Endless Halls- surely there would be some sort of dangerous monster lurking? A combat encounter waiting to happen? Their first cavern couldn't be friendly, could it? That wasn't the nature of things like this. The door slowly opened revealing...
"Oh, is that company? Please, come in, I haven't had a visitor in ages." A female voice withered with age spoke aloud.
The owner of the voice was turned away from the group, sitting in a chair turned towards the fireplace in the back of the room. The women slowly, slowly, slowly, at a pace that suggested she had great difficulty doing so, rose from a comfortable chair beside the fireplace. The scene before the group was quite peaceful- the cottage was a warm place, the room filled with firelight, the smell of food wafting from within. It was furnished much as you would expect an old women's cottage to be, a dining table set in the corner, cushioned chairs and a sofa positioned around a fireplace, walls filled with pictures of people and places. Doorways suggested there was more cottage to be seen, perhaps a bedroom and a kitchen? The cottage was quite sizable, so more rooms were to be expected. The old women came to the door. She looked to be an advanced age- at least in her nineties, perhaps more, but her face wasn't harsh- in fact, she had a kindly sort of look to her, a smile etched upon her face. She was diminutive and hunched over, only barely taller than the group's youngsters.
"Oh my, there's a lot of you... but supper is almost ready, if you wish to join me. I always make extra, in case adventurers come in from the caverns. Lately it's been going to waste but... I'm sure you've all been working very hard, why not come in and sit, there's plenty of room. You can call me Miss Mimi." She spoke slowly, words coming out with great thought and effort, but when the did come out they had a measure of intent to them, a certainness, a force of spirit behind her words. She gestured for the group to come in.
Rose gave a questioning glance to Gish. This was... not what I expected.
Or perhaps it was something different.
She stood behind William, staff at the ready. She had not a clue what would be behind the door, to tell the truth, and was almost as nervous as William, although it didn't show. After all, this was their first incursion into the Endless Halls- surely there would be some sort of dangerous monster lurking? A combat encounter waiting to happen? Their first cavern couldn't be friendly, could it? That wasn't the nature of things like this. The door slowly opened revealing...
"Oh, is that company? Please, come in, I haven't had a visitor in ages." A female voice withered with age spoke aloud.
The owner of the voice was turned away from the group, sitting in a chair turned towards the fireplace in the back of the room. The women slowly, slowly, slowly, at a pace that suggested she had great difficulty doing so, rose from a comfortable chair beside the fireplace. The scene before the group was quite peaceful- the cottage was a warm place, the room filled with firelight, the smell of food wafting from within. It was furnished much as you would expect an old women's cottage to be, a dining table set in the corner, cushioned chairs and a sofa positioned around a fireplace, walls filled with pictures of people and places. Doorways suggested there was more cottage to be seen, perhaps a bedroom and a kitchen? The cottage was quite sizable, so more rooms were to be expected. The old women came to the door. She looked to be an advanced age- at least in her nineties, perhaps more, but her face wasn't harsh- in fact, she had a kindly sort of look to her, a smile etched upon her face. She was diminutive and hunched over, only barely taller than the group's youngsters.
"Oh my, there's a lot of you... but supper is almost ready, if you wish to join me. I always make extra, in case adventurers come in from the caverns. Lately it's been going to waste but... I'm sure you've all been working very hard, why not come in and sit, there's plenty of room. You can call me Miss Mimi." She spoke slowly, words coming out with great thought and effort, but when the did come out they had a measure of intent to them, a certainness, a force of spirit behind her words. She gestured for the group to come in.
Rose gave a questioning glance to Gish. This was... not what I expected.
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8 yrs ago
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My posts are like 80% Rose talking about things no one cares about. :P
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Rose nodded slowly as the creature introduced himself. "Uh-huh. I'm sure we'll be great friends, uh... Unyat." Her grin slowly grew. "Alright, Unyat the Seeker... Gods." She lowered her staff, once again using it to support herself. "So, you're not the hostile sort of creature are you? I'm assuming so, since you haven't attacked us yet. If that's so you can be sure that I won't attack you either." Rose said with a small wink, unsure if the creature would understand what a wink was. Rose spoke again, "Well, if you're not going to attack us, I'll go and inform my companions, who seem to have conveniently disappeared. That must mean they trust my ability to protect them! I'm sure. It's nice to know that they have so much faith in me. I mean, they wouldn't just leave me to get killed by some sort of eldritch abomination, right? Uh, no offense, Unyat." Rose wasn't really talking to him anymore- she was talking for her own benefit, reveling in her own train of thought. She cleared her throat, "Well, uh, I'm going to... yeah..." She said, beginning to back away towards the lake midway through her sentence.
Rose found that their party had grew since she last saw them. "Oh! Little Luciel, Gish, it appears you've made a new fr-" She stopped mid-sentence, sniffing the air. What was that smell? She followed it slowly, and found herself slowly edging closer towards the new arrival. She approached him quickly, moving her face unreasonably close to his body and sniffing him. She backed away. "I don't like the way you smell." She stated plainly, offering no explanation for her strange behavior. "Anyways... the monster. His name is Unyat, and it doesn't seem like he means us any harm. All the same I'd be wary of him... and this one as well." She said, gesturing towards William. Despite her serious tone a sly smile still graced her face. She would've also warned them to be wary of Victor, but it wasn't hard to tell that he'd already become accepted into their group.
Rose moved to examine the lake. She looked into it making a queer face. The lake bottom was completely smooth, with no evident pathway for the water to drain itself from. "Hmmmmm... how strange... no river, no hole to drain into... this cavern has quite the mystery going, wouldn't you agree?" She said to no one in particular. "Perhaps we should just leave. After all, poking around places like this rarely helps... although I would like to know what those scarecrows are. And that cottage could have something in it... who knows?" She said with a coy smile. "I'll leave the decision to... Miss Gish." She said, nodding to herself, clearly pleased with her decision to not decide and her notion to pick the group's leader without input from the others. Rose had seemed to have taken the leading role in the group for herself, but even Rose knew that this wasn't a great idea. Who in their right mind would let Rose lead? That would simply be asking for trouble.
"If I might add, I don't really like this place, although I am curious about it. But don't let me influence your decision." It seemed like Rose was intent on arguing both sides. "I do have one more piece of advice that may influence our decision to investigate. The scarecrows... I am at least seventy-eight percent sure that they have been made by a witch." Seventy-eight was an arbitrary number, as Rose was actually quite certain they were of witch-origin. "Although... well, I'm sure most of you don't really know all that much about witches, so allow me to provide some exposition. Witch's aren't necessarily evil, you see... of course stories would have you believe otherwise, but there's an important distinction to be made. Witches, you see, come in two varieties." Rose held up two fingers to cement the idea. "You see, there are the witch's that most of you are familiar with, which are called Malevolent Witches. The evil sort, you know? But there are also Benevolent Witches. They're technically witches, but instead of doing the typical 'witch' things they're more like... folk healers. They use White Magic. While the Malevolent sort uses Black Magic. Simple, right?" Rose wrapped up her explanation that no one actually asked for. There were much more caveats to the classification of witches, but Rose didn't care to explain them. "Of course I'm explaining this because I suspect the witch that made those uses White Magic and I'm feeling helpful." She gave a wink to Gish and then took a seat, deciding to be a simple observer of what the group would do.
Rose found that their party had grew since she last saw them. "Oh! Little Luciel, Gish, it appears you've made a new fr-" She stopped mid-sentence, sniffing the air. What was that smell? She followed it slowly, and found herself slowly edging closer towards the new arrival. She approached him quickly, moving her face unreasonably close to his body and sniffing him. She backed away. "I don't like the way you smell." She stated plainly, offering no explanation for her strange behavior. "Anyways... the monster. His name is Unyat, and it doesn't seem like he means us any harm. All the same I'd be wary of him... and this one as well." She said, gesturing towards William. Despite her serious tone a sly smile still graced her face. She would've also warned them to be wary of Victor, but it wasn't hard to tell that he'd already become accepted into their group.
Rose moved to examine the lake. She looked into it making a queer face. The lake bottom was completely smooth, with no evident pathway for the water to drain itself from. "Hmmmmm... how strange... no river, no hole to drain into... this cavern has quite the mystery going, wouldn't you agree?" She said to no one in particular. "Perhaps we should just leave. After all, poking around places like this rarely helps... although I would like to know what those scarecrows are. And that cottage could have something in it... who knows?" She said with a coy smile. "I'll leave the decision to... Miss Gish." She said, nodding to herself, clearly pleased with her decision to not decide and her notion to pick the group's leader without input from the others. Rose had seemed to have taken the leading role in the group for herself, but even Rose knew that this wasn't a great idea. Who in their right mind would let Rose lead? That would simply be asking for trouble.
"If I might add, I don't really like this place, although I am curious about it. But don't let me influence your decision." It seemed like Rose was intent on arguing both sides. "I do have one more piece of advice that may influence our decision to investigate. The scarecrows... I am at least seventy-eight percent sure that they have been made by a witch." Seventy-eight was an arbitrary number, as Rose was actually quite certain they were of witch-origin. "Although... well, I'm sure most of you don't really know all that much about witches, so allow me to provide some exposition. Witch's aren't necessarily evil, you see... of course stories would have you believe otherwise, but there's an important distinction to be made. Witches, you see, come in two varieties." Rose held up two fingers to cement the idea. "You see, there are the witch's that most of you are familiar with, which are called Malevolent Witches. The evil sort, you know? But there are also Benevolent Witches. They're technically witches, but instead of doing the typical 'witch' things they're more like... folk healers. They use White Magic. While the Malevolent sort uses Black Magic. Simple, right?" Rose wrapped up her explanation that no one actually asked for. There were much more caveats to the classification of witches, but Rose didn't care to explain them. "Of course I'm explaining this because I suspect the witch that made those uses White Magic and I'm feeling helpful." She gave a wink to Gish and then took a seat, deciding to be a simple observer of what the group would do.
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I'll be doing Father's Day stuff today. If Sophrus doesn't say anything I'll try to move us along tomorrow and he can pop back up when it's more convenient for him.
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It would be nice to have some history between more characters. I like that Vaultboy decided to have Gish know stories about Rose and have lived near her.
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Are we allowed to run multiple characters?
I don't see an issue with it if no one else does.
Consorting with terrible eldritch beings and making terrible life decisions bought to you by... Rose.
This is fucked.
That was all Rose could think. Sure, she'd summoned demons before. But this? This was a whole other level, she wasn't only out of her league, she was playing a completely different game. Witchery was her game, she knew it in and out, but this was more then that, this was insanity. This was what mad cultists did, not what Rose wanted. She wanted power, stole power, but she knew better then to try to consort with something like this.
But all the same here she was.
She approached the creature with her usual bravado, her usual brand of confidence and quirkiness, but it was quickly dissipating. The witch at one point had though herself infallible, but this was enough to do what she at one time though could not be done. She felt the emotion she had not felt for so long, the one she pushed away, the one she had thought she defeated.
She was scared.
The god did not ask. Of course he didn't. There was no request that she do what he wanted, it merely was. It went without saying, disobeying was more then death- it was complete obliteration of everything she was, had been, will be, it was the destruction of her stained soul.
So here she was, drenched in rain, a solitary tear running down her eye. When was the last time she had cried? Her godmother had always told her that she had never cried, not even as a babe. She wasn't really crying now- it was just a loose tear. A single tear because she knew now she lost the freedom she so valued- her life was no longer hers from here on in. First she was in prison, now she was in the thrall of a being far beyond her comprehension.
Such a perversion of her freedom was the last thing she wanted, and the rain did not help her mood.
She was thoroughly soaked now, cold to the bone in her clothes which amounted to little more then rags. When she had offered the god her services this was not what she expected or wanted, but it was now her reality. The god would not ask, she just knew. She knew what he wanted, knew what she must do. She knew that she must kill the singer.
She didn't want to kill, not anymore. But she would, all the same, she had no choice.
She nodded, "Yes. I'll do it. Just show me the way, and I'll do it." Her former exuberance was gone, replaced with muted despondence. Her ever-present grin was also gone, mouth now a hard line.
She would not enjoy this.
That was all Rose could think. Sure, she'd summoned demons before. But this? This was a whole other level, she wasn't only out of her league, she was playing a completely different game. Witchery was her game, she knew it in and out, but this was more then that, this was insanity. This was what mad cultists did, not what Rose wanted. She wanted power, stole power, but she knew better then to try to consort with something like this.
But all the same here she was.
She approached the creature with her usual bravado, her usual brand of confidence and quirkiness, but it was quickly dissipating. The witch at one point had though herself infallible, but this was enough to do what she at one time though could not be done. She felt the emotion she had not felt for so long, the one she pushed away, the one she had thought she defeated.
She was scared.
The god did not ask. Of course he didn't. There was no request that she do what he wanted, it merely was. It went without saying, disobeying was more then death- it was complete obliteration of everything she was, had been, will be, it was the destruction of her stained soul.
So here she was, drenched in rain, a solitary tear running down her eye. When was the last time she had cried? Her godmother had always told her that she had never cried, not even as a babe. She wasn't really crying now- it was just a loose tear. A single tear because she knew now she lost the freedom she so valued- her life was no longer hers from here on in. First she was in prison, now she was in the thrall of a being far beyond her comprehension.
Such a perversion of her freedom was the last thing she wanted, and the rain did not help her mood.
She was thoroughly soaked now, cold to the bone in her clothes which amounted to little more then rags. When she had offered the god her services this was not what she expected or wanted, but it was now her reality. The god would not ask, she just knew. She knew what he wanted, knew what she must do. She knew that she must kill the singer.
She didn't want to kill, not anymore. But she would, all the same, she had no choice.
She nodded, "Yes. I'll do it. Just show me the way, and I'll do it." Her former exuberance was gone, replaced with muted despondence. Her ever-present grin was also gone, mouth now a hard line.
She would not enjoy this.
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