DawnsLight

Those who trespass (DawnsLight x Hallion)

From what he could see in the dim light form the windows the place had rich furnishings. Someone absolutely lived here; the place was too well kept to be vacant. Nothing here was any less than fine, so it stood to reason that any valuables he could find would fetch a good price, even if he had to move them quickly. Eager but not careless, Tharen began to rifle through drawers and anyplace he thought could be a hiding place for trinkets. He pocketed a few items he came across, but was certain that better was to be found in other rooms. Careful strides carried him silently to the threshold of the doorway which led to the hall beyond.

Tharen's ears rang in the silence as he strained to hear even the smallest sound that may indicate movement, ducking his head out to glace around before moving to the foot of the stairway. He had just placed his foot on the bottom most step when the blue glow reflected along the wall from above caught his attention. Was it the moon's light? It couldn't be, if he was remembering correctly the moon wasn't full just now and this light seemed to be moving. It couldn't be a candle. Wheat-colored brows knit with confusion, his mind racing to process just what was approaching before his self-preservation instinct screamed that something was approaching and if he did not want to face some sort of consequence for his trespass, he needed to move now.

He turned, intent on the doorway and the room beyond which housed the open window and his escape, but the darkness and unfamiliar surroundings got the better of him when his hip bumped a small table nearby, nearly toppling a bud vase that rested upon it, the top-heavy peony it held making it wobble precariously. Tharen hissed a curse before he could catch himself. Some master thief! You'll wake whoever is here no matter if they're a deaf old woman or not, idiot! He spun, pressing his back to the wall out of sight of the ghostly azure light coming down the stairs, praying that they did not choose to come all the way to the bottom but, if they did, that he could overpower them without much of a a fight. Cold sweat broke out on his brow and back as he fought to control his breath; each intake and exhale sounding like a gale wind to his strained senses. All that he could do now was wait and see what fate dealt him to act upon.

@Hallion

The Magus' Apprentice (DawnsLight x Squish Brain)

The steady tick of the mantle clock greeted the intruder but otherwise all was silent. Inside the home was old but just as well kept as the outside, its furnishings tidy and comfortable. The living room where the window led was carpeted with a thick woolen rug, at one time richly dyed, and good for quieting the footfalls of both tenant and thief alike. Shelves of books lined two walls behind a sitting area, dimly outlined in the small amount of light filtering through the windows. Beyond it, the doorway leading to the hall.
In the hush of the sleeping house, the ticking from the mantle seemed to grow to fill the room. The whir of the clock’s mechanism growing like a cicada’s buzz behind the rhythmic beat that propelled the hands around the face. Those ticks seemed to lengthen unnaturally, extending well beyond the seconds they were intended to mark.

And then it stopped.

In the corners of the room the gathered shadows began to expand, bleeding into the starlight-brightened areas like ink will spread in water. Oily, unnatural tendrils extended outward to creep along the worn carpet toward where the intruder stood. A shadow filled the doorway where there was none before.

“What business do you have in my house?”

Those who trespass (DawnsLight x Hallion)

@Hallion here we go!

Those who trespass (DawnsLight x Hallion)

He had been watching all afternoon and into the evening and so far as he could tell there had been no movement in or around the house. From this distance, where the meadow butted into forest, he wasn’t quite able to see the finer details in the fading light but now that darkness had fallen he believed that he could creep closer for a better look.

Tharen had heard the stories the old men told when they had had a few drinks and were in the mood to frighten their juniors: a witch lived in the wood on the outskirts of their village. A crone, thirsty for virgin blood and with powers granted by the old gods of the land. She would grant wishes for a price, but they were double-edged if you weren't careful. He wasn't sure if they were true, but an old woman living in seclusion probably had something he could hock for quick money.

Pins and needles assailed Tharen's legs as he stood from where he'd been crouched in the underbrush. He leaned against a tree and stretched to restore feeling before stepping from the tree line. One the starlight was full on him, a buzzing tingle raised the hair at the back of his neck and he gave a shudder, reaching up to run his neck. Strange; maybe he was getting cold feet?

Before Tharen could cast more doubt on his intentions he began to walk toward the brick home, keeping to the grass and clear of the pebble path lest he be heard. He kept close to the wall once he arrived, pulling a small mirror from his pocket to look through the window at the darkened room within.

Readying his tools, he gave an experimental tug at the windowpane in order to locate the latch and as surprised when it swung noiselessly outward. A moment later, Tharen was lowering himself carefully to the floor; he was in.

The Magus' Apprentice (DawnsLight x Squish Brain)

There are rumors, stories that mothers tell their children before bed as they are gathered around the hearth. Legends about the cast-off place that lies beyond the low stone wall which snakes over the rolling pastures and the man who lives there. He is ancient, they say, wizened from centuries living in seclusion and learning powerful magics. Others say that he sold his soul for knowledge and riches that no mortal has any right to possess. The parents of those children were told such things when they were children, and before that there are not many who remember for certain whether the rumors have any grain of truth to them or not.

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The house is quiet and still unlike the meadow in which it sits, alive with the hush of the wind and the calls of night things. The pebbled path to the door is lit with starlight as well as the barest sliver of silvery moon. Sturdy brick walls laced with ivy house tall leaded window panes. It is not large, but neither is it a small house, and its well kept despite its apparent age. To the rear, where the garden would lie, the roof of a greenhouse can just be seen. In the daylight it must be charming, though it has entertained no visitors in a great while.

Houses like this are rare now, secluded and pastoral. So great is the confidence of the occupants that no one will disturb them that the windows have been left open to welcome the night breeze, their diaphanous curtains billowing lazily now and again. Somewhere within, a mantle clock chimes.

The Magus' Apprentice (DawnsLight x Squish Brain)

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Looking for a partner or two! I've had a few plots rattling around my head and have seen it fit to unleash them on you poor, kind, unsuspecting folks. I'm an adult who adults really hard so I may not have all the time in the world to bang on the keyboard with you but I can promise a Post of Respectable Length (2-6 paragraphs) once an evening or every other evening. I'm female and prefer to play as females but I can play male if I need to/want to/feel it fits better. Also, I feel weird playing with the younger set since romance and sexual tension are some plot candies that I really enjoy. 18+ only, please! I think that covers everything for now and if not, I can edit... right? Eh..

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• It was just another Thursday afternoon coffee run for the office when Muse A heard the CFO's ringtone. Between juggling the flimsy recycled cardboard drink carrier, trying to dig their phone from the overfull messenger bag, and dealing with the crush of the other pedestrians on the crosswalk, they just weren't paying attention when the crowd began to scatter and the car sped through the red light... Upon waking they are greeted by Muse B, their After Life Orientation Specialist in charge of acclimating the newly-departed to a world totally unlike their own except in all the ways that it's exactly like their own. Obtaining housing, getting hired, and navigating the etiquette required to not piss off your (literally) monstrous new neighbors, your ALOS is there to help! ((slice of life, possible romance, comedy, modern, paranormal))
• When the dreams we have are so vivid that sensation lingers after waking, who's to say what's real or not? What happens when those lines begin to blur and the surreal landscapes of our mind make more sense than the geometry of our waking world? The characters that populate these somnolent musings seem entirely separate from ourselves, beings of their own volition that in brushing them we ache to know them and hate to part... what happens when we choose not to? ((Modern, surreal, horror, science fiction, possible romance, post-apocalyptic, this one could really go so many places...))
• The Magus has lived for so long in solitude that he has nearly faded in the locals memory to mere rumor or legend. Content to live alone in a secluded forest cottage with a lone familiar for a servant and experiment, it comes as a rare shock when a burglar attempts entry. More shocking still, she uses magic of her own to try to escape! Rather than turn her over to the local authorities, the Magus offers the thief an alternative: become his apprentice. ((Fantasy, slice of life, possible romance))

That's it for now, but I may add more as I think of them. I look forward to playing with you!

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Hello y'all!

I'm new here but not new to forum roleplay. I've been doing it for more years than I really care to admit to. I've been into tabletop RPG from the time I was just a wee kiddo all those many years ago. As for playing style, I'm fairly flexible and I like to try new things. I'm mostly about playing original plots rather than fandoms. I'm really excited to join you here and I hope we can have lots of fun together!