Hey @Horrid, wanna go watch an airship crash?
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Hiii, I am Empour. I like roleplaying, but I have some kinda specific tastes. I have been doing this on-and-off for a few years, not always on this site. Be warned, my oldest stuff is exceptionally terrible.
I tend to prefer games which are not set in the present day. I like magic and stuff. Whether that magic takes the form of typical magical magic or "technology," I like it either way. I also loooove Pokemon: Mystery Dungeon and its universe, much more so than the standard one.
I like to create characters based on silly concepts, and then use them seriously to the best of my ability. If my characters sound a little bit ridiculous to you, that's probably intentional.
Previous highlights include:
A colonialist teenage witch, fresh out of magic school and ready to oppress some natives overseas for profit
A spacefaring civilization of communist pixies from beyond the galaxy
A scuba-wearing magical girl in a mysterious, creepy world of dreams and nightmares
A completely paralyzed blacksmith, who could do magnet magic or something
I tend to prefer games which are not set in the present day. I like magic and stuff. Whether that magic takes the form of typical magical magic or "technology," I like it either way. I also loooove Pokemon: Mystery Dungeon and its universe, much more so than the standard one.
I like to create characters based on silly concepts, and then use them seriously to the best of my ability. If my characters sound a little bit ridiculous to you, that's probably intentional.
Previous highlights include:
A colonialist teenage witch, fresh out of magic school and ready to oppress some natives overseas for profit
A spacefaring civilization of communist pixies from beyond the galaxy
A scuba-wearing magical girl in a mysterious, creepy world of dreams and nightmares
A completely paralyzed blacksmith, who could do magnet magic or something
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I feel like I have issues conveying characters with sinister motives with my style. Does anyone have any suggestions for that?
Library of Violetly Toasted Books
Suddenly, Piper understood. The beautiful violet fire who was the best librarian ever was named Mali. Mali was the keeper of the library, responsible for ensuring the fires stayed lit and the books sorted. She liked visitors, and would like to aid Piper in finding what she was looking for.
Suddenly, Piper realized that she was thinking to herself, and that she had just asked herself a question which she hadn’t asked. What?
Oh. Mali communicated through telepathy. That was it. Mind magic was confusing, it could be hard to tell which thoughts were your own. Well, it was certainly good that there was a librarian here, this way it would be much easier to find information on the history of the Blanklands, and more importantly, the curse that created it.
Piper suddenly became aware that she wasn’t where she had thought she was. She was now sitting on a comfortable chair, in a cozy, firelit room walled by bookcases, rather than a hallway. Before her, on a table, sat a stack of ancient-looking books. Somehow not startled by her sudden repositioning, she decided to inspect the books.
The books, somehow, were exactly what she was looking for. She didn’t dive into them yet, but they all had titles such as The Mysterious History of the Continent, A Land of Myths and Legends, The Great Geographical Mystery, and Thee Inner Workings of the Uncharted Mismakinges. They all looked to contain information on the Blanklands and the way it worked. With luck, she could piece together enough information to locate the focus of the curse, and understand it.
Piper smiled, and grabbed one off of the stack, and began reading.
Yaxato Woodlands
Enrique nodded in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion. Good to hear, this was the easier route. He could be more direct.
Enrique noticed a downed log nearby, and went to sit on it, gesturing for his illegal friend to follow. When they were both seated, he spoke.
“I have no doubt there are rumors of how no explorers ever come back from this land, outside of its shores. It’s certainly a notable phenomenon. The reason nobody ever leaves here is not because they are eaten by vicious monsters, or die at all, it is because of the creatures you have been, ah, acquainted with,” he said. Good, lead up to it slowly. Ask a few other less meaningful questions to disguise it.
“They are called the Vigils, as far as I understand. They no doubt have another name for themselves, but that is what we men use to call them,” he continued, “When a newcomer to the island makes it beyond the beach, they attack him, and strike him with a sort of venomous tentacle,”
“The venom, as I will call it, infects itself into the skin of the man it touches. It is impossible to remove. It won’t kill you, on its own at least. There are some things that, in combination, it will, though,” he warned. Nearly there...
“Firstly, if you were to ever directly expose the wound to seawater or enough sea air, it will eat away at your heart and announce to the fishes that you are there to be eaten. You cannot leave by swimming, or even by boat,” he said. That much was true, at least.
“Second, your own lifespan will henceforth be determined by whether or not you’ve been deflowered. Virgins tend to live longer, the jungle beasts are less attracted to them,” he continued. There, that ‘question’ was out of the way. Hopefully he could determine from the man’s reaction whether or not he was, in fact, still in possession of his virginity. It didn’t actually have anything to do with the Vigil’s curse, but Aldrich didn’t have to know that. Nobody did. The Vigils didn’t care.
“Third, there exist some... Less than morally upstanding individuals within the land’s shores. If you ever meet a man who smells strongly of rotting fish, despite looking impeccably noble and clean, or a group of primitive-looking men with large knives, flee as soon as you can. Do not let him know you are not a native, under any circumstances. They will hunt you and kill you with powers even I know not,” he warned, “I frequently travel the coast, and I have lost foreigner companions to both. Multiple times to the fish man,”
Enrique sighed. He hoped he could stick around with this man, that he wouldn’t be lost to the various horrors of the world as others had. He had gotten rather tired of not having anyone to talk to.
He continued to sit, waiting for the man’s reaction. He needed to be alert for just how he took the information.
@Horrid
@luclovers
This strange, purple-glowy building you have Gerald and Saaria in, is it supposed to be the same place Thunderstorm is in? It sounds sort of similar.
This strange, purple-glowy building you have Gerald and Saaria in, is it supposed to be the same place Thunderstorm is in? It sounds sort of similar.
I wonder if the Vigils even know if Piper is alive or not.
Oh come on, we can be more creative than that. Why not caramelize her, then use that caramel for something despicable?
So what are we gonna do about Cia? Turn her into an NPC? Execute her via "vampire" monster? Have someone adopt her?
Sorry about the wait there, Horrid. Didn't mean to keep you postless that long.
@Horrid
Julian Junction
Piper watched as Julian retired to the Cave-Inn. Was that his room they had been sleeping in? Maybe. The old man was wonderfully generous. It was great to hear there was a library. Not so great that Julian didn’t think there was anything of value there, but he likely didn’t have the same access to indexing spells that Piper did. She’d find out.
This place, the junction, seemed like it was safe from the Vigils. Despite having a direct link to them, if Julian had wanted for them to be cursed already, he would have called them. Perhaps they didn’t have access to the keys Julian had given them.
Once they were wherever the ornate door lead to, though, they would need to be on guard for when the monsters appeared. Chumi could sense them well enough, as evidenced by his detection of them the night they were attacked. So long as she stuck with him, they would have warning enough to escape.
Speaking of escape, she wasn’t entirely sure if the keys could be used in a hurry, the same way that orbs could. She nudged Chumi, who was watching the Vigil’s doorway.
“Chumi, could you enchant an orb or two to bring us back here in a hurry?” she asked. While doing so was a prohibitively expensive measure, they had access to a very large supply of raw orbs if they could make it back to the mining site.
Chumi nodded, pulling the orbs out of the master orb, and did a few quick motions with them. Such a powerful spell was deceptively quick to cast. She knew that if she were the one trying to cast it, though, it would take many minutes. Chumi was very good at enchantments.
“Done,” he said, handing one of the two escapes back to her. Good, that was the emergency measure taken care of. Time to go.
They looked at each other, and nodded. Upon reaching the door, they both turned to the Cave-Inn.
“Thank you, Julian!” they said in unison, before turning back to the door, and opening it. Before them was a long cavernous passageway of rock, with a wooden floor. The place was lit with a dim light of some sort, though no source of it was visible. The door shut behind them, letting out a thunderous slam that echoed through the cave.
“Looks like this is the way,” Chumi said, taking the first steps. The wooden flooring was smooth and clean. It almost felt criminal to be standing on it with her muddy boots. She pressed forward regardless, though. Maybe there was a servant responsible for maintaining the place.
Soon enough, as they continued through the seemingly pointlessly well kept cavern path, they reached another door, just as beautiful as the last one. The doorway itself was recessed deep within a wall of stone, with wooden paneling overtaking the walls and ceiling. Piper opened it.
Beyond the doorway, there were books. Many, many books. There was a titanic bookcase before them, stretching indefinitely upwards, and a good distance to either side. Once the team was through the doorway and into the wide hall, they could see that not only was there one giant bookcase, but the walls were entirely made from them. The whole place was impressively well kept, and thin lines of violet fire on the floor lit the area well enough to read the book’s edges by. Strangely, the fire provided heat, but did not burn.
Piper turned to see the door they had come through, but was greeted by yet more books. The door had vanished. Perhaps this was how the junction kept itself protected.
Suddenly, Piper noticed a strange looking little ball of purple fire had appeared over Chumi’s head. Chumi noticed her stare, and looked up himself. Upon being noticed, the little fireball spun around his head, bobbing about.
“What is that thing?” Piper asked, watching it spin.
“Some sort of arcane fire. What is it doing, though?” Chumi replied.
The fire spun and spun and spun, luring Piper into staring at it. Soon enough, only the fire could be seen.
Yaxato Woodlands
Hungry.
Enrique was hungry. He had no food, but hopefully that wouldn’t be a problem soon enough. With the compass’ help, he was able to locate his general location and head in the direction of Rockvale. It would be easy enough to see, when he came close enough to it that he could see it.
He’d also been meaning to ask his rather silent, hairless follower a question, but it was a rather hard one to ask. He’d asked it of several different newcomers to the mysterious land before, with slight variations to the reasoning behind it, but he wasn’t sure he even needed to. From what he could learn from the man, he was a pirate, a captain, no less, who’d been the target of a mutiny. A really unfortunate way to lose your livelihood, all things considered. Particularly considering just where he’d been thrown out. It did have to be asked, though. He’d lead up to it as best as he could.
“So, Captain,” Enrique said, “I’ve been meaning to ask, have you been approached by a very tall man with a seashell for a head, since you made landfall?”
Depending on how he answered the question, Enrique had his ticket to a bit of key knowledge.
Julian Junction
Piper watched as Julian retired to the Cave-Inn. Was that his room they had been sleeping in? Maybe. The old man was wonderfully generous. It was great to hear there was a library. Not so great that Julian didn’t think there was anything of value there, but he likely didn’t have the same access to indexing spells that Piper did. She’d find out.
This place, the junction, seemed like it was safe from the Vigils. Despite having a direct link to them, if Julian had wanted for them to be cursed already, he would have called them. Perhaps they didn’t have access to the keys Julian had given them.
Once they were wherever the ornate door lead to, though, they would need to be on guard for when the monsters appeared. Chumi could sense them well enough, as evidenced by his detection of them the night they were attacked. So long as she stuck with him, they would have warning enough to escape.
Speaking of escape, she wasn’t entirely sure if the keys could be used in a hurry, the same way that orbs could. She nudged Chumi, who was watching the Vigil’s doorway.
“Chumi, could you enchant an orb or two to bring us back here in a hurry?” she asked. While doing so was a prohibitively expensive measure, they had access to a very large supply of raw orbs if they could make it back to the mining site.
Chumi nodded, pulling the orbs out of the master orb, and did a few quick motions with them. Such a powerful spell was deceptively quick to cast. She knew that if she were the one trying to cast it, though, it would take many minutes. Chumi was very good at enchantments.
“Done,” he said, handing one of the two escapes back to her. Good, that was the emergency measure taken care of. Time to go.
They looked at each other, and nodded. Upon reaching the door, they both turned to the Cave-Inn.
“Thank you, Julian!” they said in unison, before turning back to the door, and opening it. Before them was a long cavernous passageway of rock, with a wooden floor. The place was lit with a dim light of some sort, though no source of it was visible. The door shut behind them, letting out a thunderous slam that echoed through the cave.
“Looks like this is the way,” Chumi said, taking the first steps. The wooden flooring was smooth and clean. It almost felt criminal to be standing on it with her muddy boots. She pressed forward regardless, though. Maybe there was a servant responsible for maintaining the place.
Soon enough, as they continued through the seemingly pointlessly well kept cavern path, they reached another door, just as beautiful as the last one. The doorway itself was recessed deep within a wall of stone, with wooden paneling overtaking the walls and ceiling. Piper opened it.
Beyond the doorway, there were books. Many, many books. There was a titanic bookcase before them, stretching indefinitely upwards, and a good distance to either side. Once the team was through the doorway and into the wide hall, they could see that not only was there one giant bookcase, but the walls were entirely made from them. The whole place was impressively well kept, and thin lines of violet fire on the floor lit the area well enough to read the book’s edges by. Strangely, the fire provided heat, but did not burn.
Piper turned to see the door they had come through, but was greeted by yet more books. The door had vanished. Perhaps this was how the junction kept itself protected.
Suddenly, Piper noticed a strange looking little ball of purple fire had appeared over Chumi’s head. Chumi noticed her stare, and looked up himself. Upon being noticed, the little fireball spun around his head, bobbing about.
“What is that thing?” Piper asked, watching it spin.
“Some sort of arcane fire. What is it doing, though?” Chumi replied.
The fire spun and spun and spun, luring Piper into staring at it. Soon enough, only the fire could be seen.
Yaxato Woodlands
Hungry.
Enrique was hungry. He had no food, but hopefully that wouldn’t be a problem soon enough. With the compass’ help, he was able to locate his general location and head in the direction of Rockvale. It would be easy enough to see, when he came close enough to it that he could see it.
He’d also been meaning to ask his rather silent, hairless follower a question, but it was a rather hard one to ask. He’d asked it of several different newcomers to the mysterious land before, with slight variations to the reasoning behind it, but he wasn’t sure he even needed to. From what he could learn from the man, he was a pirate, a captain, no less, who’d been the target of a mutiny. A really unfortunate way to lose your livelihood, all things considered. Particularly considering just where he’d been thrown out. It did have to be asked, though. He’d lead up to it as best as he could.
“So, Captain,” Enrique said, “I’ve been meaning to ask, have you been approached by a very tall man with a seashell for a head, since you made landfall?”
Depending on how he answered the question, Enrique had his ticket to a bit of key knowledge.
Our IC has swelled to a decent size, so it may be a good idea to provide some indicator to potential new members that they don't need to read all that to begin. Otherwise, we may start losing roleplayers faster than we're getting them.
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