Dr Lovecraft

Describe the person above you in three words or less.

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Song Reference time

Break, Break, Break My Heart!
Break Me Till I Fall Apart!
This Can't Be Real!
This Can't Be Right!
Now Die Inside the Flames of Your Fright!

Word association Game!

Dog

Legend of S.P.I.D.R.

I updated Hugh's appearance. ^w^

An important choice: who will she choose? F x M

It seems like a pretty cool idea. I don't think I'll participate, mostly cause I don't want to commit to more than I can handle, but I think it has great potential! Would you run it 1x1 or have a small group of people playing the suitors, or maybe family members and friends?

Legend of S.P.I.D.R.

@Ghost32
So, I guess we're waiting for Sylvan and Robocat, then?

Winter Tales

I hope Sabor's first post isn't too intense. ^^'
The rest of his posts from here out will be more chill.

Winter Tales

Sabor

Location: Lemmas Interacting with:@KZOMBI3@Enarr@Kidd

"We're gonna be rich..." Brody uttered in awe. "We're gonna be famous!" Stacy shouted, stars in her eyes. "This could well be the greatest historical find of our generation!" Persephone mused with wonder. "I don't know, Sephi, I got a bad feeling about this..." Randy complained. The hikers had been investigating rumors of a yeti kidnapping tourists at the South Pole, but what they couldn't have prepared for what they found. Embedded in the snow had been a three foot by three foot cube made of silver and lapis lazuli, intricate symbols and designs engraved into every surface. It took them most of the day to uncover it, partially due to Randy not helping since he was the one who twisted his ankle tripping on it. They decided to set up camp right there in order to study it thoroughly. It was late evening when Persephone finally discovered the locking mechanism on the outside of it. After an hour or so, she had managed to unlock it. An aperture opened on one of the cube's sides, and Persephone leaned her head in for a better look. The cube was furnished on the inside, with the floor being covered in an incredibly plush fabric, the walls and cieling being draped in cloth. The interior had the look and feel of a lavish bed chamber, except the bed was the chamber. Even more bizarrely, while the cube itself was exactly three foot by three foot, there was easily five square feet worth of space on the inside!

Persephone stuck her head back out and shouted "Come here, you guys, you gotta see this!" before eagerly peering inside again. She could hear her friends approaching when she spotted it. In the center of the cube, sunken into the otherwise pristine fabric, was a shriveled, mummified corpse. It's body was wrapped in loose, colorless threads that once looked to be some kind of garment. On it's head was the fossilized skull of a sabre-toothed tiger. Persephone slowly reached forward, gingerly attempting to retrieve the mummy without damaging it at all.

As Brody approached the strange cube, Persephone suddenly let out blood freezing shriek as she began to pull herself out of the cube, only to dive back in. Brody ran over to the opening and looked inside. The last thing he saw was a pair of golden eyes just behind Persephone's bloody corpse. The mummified corpse launched itself out of the cube and tore into Brody. Stacy screamed in terror, unable to do anything else, while Randy fled as fast as he could. As he sprinted across the snow, he heard Stacy's screams cut short. He continued sprinting at full speed. If he could just get back to the van! It had a full tank! It had snow tires! It had a friggin' radio!!! If he could just make it- but he didn't make it. The corpse tackled him to the ground, sinking it's own sabre-toothed fangs into Randy's thin neck.

Twenty minutes later, the hiker's bodies remained, but all trace of their blood was gone. Revitalized, Sabor slowly made his way back to the mysterious cube he had emerged from. His memories were fractured, as they always were after sleeping for centuries. This cube... He thought. It's not mine... why was I in it... that's right... that wizard... he and I had been traveling. After a very brief investigation, Sabor concluded that the wizard must have gotten them trapped in a blizzard where he died. Which means that the wizard school's fancy magic cube is all mine. Sabor thought, the edge of his lip lifting into a poor attempt at a smile. Sabor climbed atop the cube and sat down, cross legged. The cube instantly began to respond to his will, turning fifty-two degrees north and, lifting a foot off the ground, began hovering in that direction. Sabor road his unusual mount into the night, taking hours to reach the nearest human settlement.

Or, at least, that had been the plan. After only a few short minutes, the scenery changed. He was suddenly surrounded by humans dressed in strange garb. One was dressed similar to the fools who had woken him, the other two were not dressed for the cold at all. Suddenly, Sabor sensed something; a powerful entity. He turned his attention to it and found himself locking eyes with a tall, old man. The man looked ancient, and Sabor could sense he was. Only a fraction of my age, but that in itself is an achievement. In the old man's eyes he could read distrust, as well as the merest veil of threat. Sabor simply looked away, uninterested in the stranger's accusatory gaze. As he began examining his surroundings, Sabor came to realize he and the old man were not the only unnatural entities in the vicinity. "Interesting..." he muttered. The stranger approached the crowd offering warmth and food. The last time Sabor had accepted such offers from a robed figure, it had sealed his destiny. And now... he would do it again. Sabor rode his magical cube up to the Inn itself before "parking" it outside and following the group in.

Winter Tales

Old Snowbeard

Location: Lemmas Peak, Inn Interacting With:@KZOMBI3@Enarr@Kidd

Sequestered high in the European Alps was a small town called Lemmas Peak. The reason for Lemmas Peak's extreme location was simple; it was an attempt to deter travelers. This was due to the fact that the town was created as a sanctuary for magical and supernatural entities, some of whom had nowhere else to go. Five years ago, a traveler had arrived in town, an old man with snow in his beard. He had enjoyed his time there and decided that the next time he needed a break from the miseries and sorrows of the world, that he would return to that warm little town. Then, just the night before, Old Snowbeard returned.

A snowstorm had blown in when Old Snowbeard arrived. It was late, long after the residents had went to bed, most of them, anyway. Despite the harsh conditions, Snowbeard walked the streets as if he didn't notice, assisted only by his large, wooden stave, healthy green vines growing out the top of it. He took only a moment to blow the smallest of flames into his cupped hands before proceeding to the local Inn. Exhausted and blurry-eyed, Snowbeard had politely but quickly paid for a room and slept, not bothering to do more than remove his boots, gloves, and outermost robe.

The next morning, about an hour before sunrise, Snowbeard dressed and descended the stairs from his room to the Inn's lobby. He had intended to introduce himself to his host properly, but it seemed they were not up yet. Shrugging, Snowbeard simply exited the inn. Now that the storm had passed, he was interested in investigating the town; what was the same, what changed, who lived here now. Even with the weather being fairly clear now, it was still quite cold, and Snowbeard considered letting himself into the kitchen to find something warm to drink. Before he could decide, however, every animal in the area turned it's attention towards the center of town, and Snowbeard did the same.
For a moment the town stood still, only for four individuals to suddenly appear in front of him. There was gust of wind as the air that had previously been occupying that space was suddenly forced out of the way, seeming to scatter the animals with it. The mystery party consisted of two women of similar age; one with blonde hair, the other with, unless Snowbeard was still snow-blind, blue hair. There was also a man in the same age-range wearing an elegant brown suit. Neither the woman with the blonde hair nor the man seemed properly dressed for this kind of weather, and the blue-haired woman seemed to be dressed correctly by complete coincidence.

The fourth member was the strangest by far. He was taller than the others, with dark skin and long black hair. What was much more striking, however, was the skull of a saber-toothed creature that he wore as a helmet, the heavy pelt he wore for warmth, and the tattered black robe beneath it. This man barely looked human, and something deep inside Snowbeard told him it wasn't. For a moment, Snowbeard and the creature locked eyes, and Snowbeard saw it's eyes were golden with slit pupils, like a predators. Then it broke eye contact, choosing to instead look around at it's new environment, bewilderment quickly fading to curiosity.

Old Snowbeard started towards the group. He would give the creature the same benefit of doubt that he'd extend to the rest of these surprised, confused people. "Well..." he said loudly, trying to add an element of cheer to his voice. "Welcome to Lemmas Peak! I'm sure you all have questions, and to be perfectly honest, so do I. But if we don't get you out of the cold, questions will be the least of your problems. Come on, there's a fire going in the inn, or soon will be." And with that, Snowbeard attempted to lead the confused strangers to the Inn, where they could warm up and, hopefully, provide some insight into what exactly was happening.

Winter Tales

@Rodiak
No problem, just needed to know!