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"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
Her breath caught when she felt the cold metal of a pistol against her temple.
"Put the heart down, and back the hell up if you want your friend to live," the guard said to Ellie in a rumbling baritone, digging the gun into Dream's head.
Dream squinted at Ellie, vision blurred as she tried to breathe. The heart, glinting in Ellie's hands.
The doctor, his face turning white every time she asked what would happen if they failed. Above all else, he said, they had to keep the heart safe. They had to, even if it meant...
She snarled, her boot stamping down on the guard's foot, a burst of light bruising the bone. He yelped, losing his grip. That's all she needed, and she tore away. But in her haste, she saw his free arm reaching for her, and she slipped on panicked feet as he pushed her off the railing.
She held back a scream, staring straight down into the boiling pit below. The guard wrapped a tight hand around her ankle, and Ellie could see Dream's other foot flailing; she restrained herself poorly from kicking the guard, desperately hoping she wouldn't die.
As her captor supported himself against the railing, his pistol pointed at Ellie.
Deep, golden orbs stared back at her from within the cave.
God, she couldn't breathe.
He was monstrous. The ground trembled under her feet as his rippling, massive body exited the cave. Thunderous footsteps left cracks in the dirt, his breath sent waves of heat creeping over her skin. The transformation was slow, but it looked like something from a nightmare with the way his long teeth were bared.
A great and terrible roar sounded from his gaping maw.
@Estylwen@Lexisheeps Are there stuffed animals in the new room too? Is the water from the pool transparant as in that you can see to the bottom? So there are the pools and next to them two staircases with an exit at the top of one and at the bottom of the other?
There are stuffed animals, I just wasn't sure if it was time to write them in or not due to the timing of Lexi's hiatus. When I have some time I will make another post for the stuffies.
And yes, you can see to the bottom. And yes, there's a long length of pool, and along the lane of that pool, following it for a few minutes, you'll reach the other side, where there is a staircase with exits at the top and bottom :)
I've been informed that there's a certain course of action that Duke Rhinecliff may or may not take in the current scene.
If he does take it, then a partial retcon of the scene between Vulluin, Eirwen, and Melisande may be necessary.
In relation to that, I'll also wait for Erode's next post as Rhinecliff before writing my next one, just in case a retcon is necessary.
No worries, whatever changes you want to make, we can make them.
Will be attempting to get a super snazzy totally Rhinecliff approved Nyx post before the weekend’s over
Sounds great, I'm looking forward to it!
And finally posted! Erode was pretty much on the money there. Nothing game changing, but Mirie's reaction to what she was already suspecting definitely would have (and will) warrant another full post.
Yeah, sorry about that. It's a great post. I've finessed things on my side and re-posted below you.
The whistle of a knife cut through their ‘conversation’, causing the hooded man and Anabel's eyes to be drawn to the dagger stuck in the floorboards.
Anabel immediately twisted in the man's grasp, turning to glare at Callum. “Are you crazy? You could have hit me!”
"That's no way to treat a lady or a child, is it?"
The hooded man regarded Callum with a silent stare, before he chuckled, and clenched down on Anabel's arm harder, causing her to yelp in pain.
“Is that so, little man?” The man said in a deep, relaxed voice behind his mask.
"We were just about to have a lovely dinner together. Can I interest you in not being a nuisance, and leaving us be?"
The man stared a moment more, before he shrugged. “Sorry, boy. I'm not leaving until I get what I need.”
Two guards entered the tavern, clearly marked as a noble’s entourage. Anabel's guards. Their hands flew to their swords, unsheathing them as they yelled. “Unhand her, or else!”
The masked man merely stared somewhat amused at this, before he waved his hand. Two wisps shot out, striking their targets, and the guards slumped where they stood, dazed and unseeing.
Not sparing the intrusion another thought, the man glanced down at his captive Baroness. “Well, my lady, shall we get going?”
With a confident “humph!” The man slung Anabel over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She uselessly beat his back with her little fists.
“Put me down!”
He shrugged her once, impacting her diaphragm and winding her, causing her to groan quietly, and become silent. Satisfied, the man returned his focus to Callum.
“Being a hero doesn't suit you, boy. Trust me. Why don't you step aside, and you can forget you ever met this little girl, or that you ever laid eyes on me.”
There was a threat laced in his tone, and as he spoke, Callum would notice something bone-chilling begin to take shape. Shades, demons, began to morph in the man's shadow, stretching out with bony, phantom hands towards Callum. Just the sight was shocking enough, however, it was what they whispered in Callum's ears that truly drove the fear home.
“You will never amount to anything. A noble without recognition, forgotten in the history books.”
“It's your fault they died. You're cursed. Everyone that gets close to you perishes.”
As the phantoms spoke, the man's aura seemed to fill the entire room with fear and dread. Even Anabel had grown quiet.
Grinning behind his mask, the man stepped forward, aiming to move past Callum.
"If she truly wishes to resort to such lengths to consolidate her power, then I... no, it's the duty of all to stop her hubris, even if one supports her to the very end, she knows not what she's about to do. I do not believe for a moment that such a behemoth would answer to anyone but itself."
The Ghost King nodded, please with their answer. Before his head tilted, and he spoke a bit in response.
“Alas, what my,” he glanced to Valor for a brief moment. “Associates have discovered is that not only is it possible, but it's an undeniable fact that if Evelyn gets her hands on this leviathan, she will be able to control it to such a fine degree, not even all our armies combines stand a chance.
“That's the power of a particular Seed she's unearthed, from my sources.”
“Your Majesty, this is certainly an artifact without compare, but if you possessed such power, I must ask: why have you not simply claimed the Wizard-Queen for yourself, before this critical juncture was reached? The Clandestine have moved across Hathforth without duress, and the duchies are, at best, neutral towards our sovereign. There would have been no great demand to have her returned, if you had spirited her away.”
“Rhinecliff has brought up a prudent observation, King of Ravenfell. Trust should be the foundation for all forms of cooperation.And what precedes trust is transparency.”
“What His Majesty speaks is true. What the Queen will find in my waters will change the balance of power. However, I find myself in full agreement with Duchess Altina. You cannot hope to open a mutual dialogue with us without some basis of trust. Your Majesty, is it merely the Queen that you desire? Or something yet more?”
The Ghost King rested his hand on his fist as he sat on his dark throne, gauntlet glinting in the white magelights as he regarded the duke.
“You're a wise man, Duke of Rhinecliff. As are you, Duchess Bastille, and you, Duchess Agustria. I will endeavor to be as transparent with you as possible, in this moment…
“You're right, the Clandestine are undetected in Arrowfell. They could easily spirit her away, if I were to command it.”
His voice reverberated in the stillness of the stone throne room, echoing into the quiet before he spoke again, steel in his disembodied tone.
“It's only been recently that I've discovered the Wizard Queen as the one I have lost. The one who betrayed me and my kingdom. However, I do have… other plans, that have kept me rather occupied.
“If I were to take the Queen myself, I would not send the Clandestine. Nay, I would bring my armies. Those take time to gather, of course. And I would not… Be leaving empty-handed.”
The Ghost King leaned back in his seat, looking at the ‘Tearmoon’, Lord Blackthorne, Duchess Bastille, Duke Rhinecliff and Duchess Augustria. His tone was calm, as if he were merely stating facts.
“This is why I've extended my invitation to you. I plan to expand my domain, and liberate it from the tyranny of the Wizard Queen. Help me, and you will survive the changing of the crown, and find yourself in a favorable position. You will retain your titles, your lands. You will only swear fealty to me, and welcome in the age of a new dawn. Everything the Wizard Queen has taken from you, I will return. Every suffering you have felt, I will lift it. I will return peace to Arrowfell.”
Hathforth, Pier, The Battle-Blood Minstrel, Under the Deck
"Shocked by this invitation to commit high treason, I wholeheartedly refused, the notion of biting the hand that had given me so much was inconceivable… However, with a heavy heart, I have to tell you that Duke Rhinecliff held no such loyalty, he acquiesced to cooperate, but we all expected that, it's an open secret that he had no love for Her Majesty, indeed, his betrayal wasn't what unsettled us the most, instead..."
"That Lord Blackthorne too acceded to the scheme."
"The tale is true to an extent. We did, indeed, proceed to this ghostly court, in my intention to investigate. I had assumed my apprentice, in her wisdom, indeed understood my intent. Perhaps Tearmoon, beyond this young one, deserves more scrutiny. 'Tis often the elders that puppeteer the young."
Vulluin stood there, his gaze staring hard between them. Before he sighed, and pressed a delicate hand against his forehead.
”Putting the blame upon each other, distancing yourself from the situation, bathing yourself in a better light… All tell-tale signs you knew you were up to no good…”
A moment of silence passed, before Vulluin drew his hands together with a light clap. His lavender eyes glanced at Lady Tearmoon, then Lord Blackthorne, as a bit of his Seed steeped the air. His earrings glimmered, and an aura of dread, churning their stomachs, took effect.
”There will be a formal hearing. When this excursion to Athius concludes, you both will be expected to be present in the Throne Room. You both will have the chance to present your side of the story, and defend yourself how you wish.
“However, it will be Her Majesty who will ha e the final say in what happens to you, and if you will be pardoned.”
Vulluin sighed, drawing his hands into the folds of his robes, drawing them together across his sternum.
”I don't have to stress how much of a difficult position you've put me in, with this information. I will tell Her Majesty what you've told me, but… You saw her with Duke Willowsteel, yes?
“Best come prepared to the hearing. And, I don't need to tell you, but missing the hearing for any reason would be considered treason.”
Vulluin’s face grew a bit pained, sympathetic. ”I know you both are faithful, and that you want to serve your queen. I'm hopeful, once you show your earnestness to Her Majesty, she will grant you a full pardon, and your names will be cleared.
“If it's any consolation, Duke Rhinecliff will be requested to attend the hearing, as well as anyone else in attendance…
“Regardless, enjoy the voyage to Athius. Her Majesty will be counting on you when we reach the fated point, and make contact with the denizens below.”
Hathforth, Pier, The Battle-Blood Minstrel, Top Deck
“Good day, Your Highness, I prostrate myself before your radiance.”
The Wizard Queen watched the small battalion with shimmering eyes, a light smile on her face. Her eyes darted down the glance at the sword when she detected the slightest use of magic, and her eyes half-lidded coolly.
”Be at ease, Sir Hayworth, and company.”
“Unfortunately, Her Grace could not make it this occasion. I hope it is not an insult to Your Highness to have me take her place on her behalf. Her Grace has bequeathed to me her most prized possession, a sign of her dedication to your safety.”
The Wizard Queen spied upon the fanciful diamond-like Seed in Sir Hayworth. It was evidence that the duchess had indeed placed Sir Hayworth in her stead while she attended other business.
The Wizard Queen's head tilted, curiosity passing through her as she considered what the duchess could be busy with.
”To bequeath you her Seed is quite the display of trust, Sir Hayworth. I trust you're working on her behalf.”
“People often say that there will inevitably come a time when the student surpasses the master. But I’m afraid that time has not yet come for our poor Duchess. Rest assured, Your Highness, I will keep you safe.”
”I have seen Duchess Bastille's skills in action, she is no small feat. As you are the one to have trained her, I can only feel gratitude that you are with me, good sir.” She said, her soft smile slightly extending.
The Wizard Queen gestured to the helmsman beside her, “I will have Jeoffrey, my helmsman, escourt your men to their quarters. Meanwhile, I would ask that you remain at my side while we navigate the waters to Athius.
“We are not expecting any resistance on the way, but once I've acquired what I need in Athius, I am curious if the fates might try something…
“There's also the nature of the… asset I'm requiring. Luke breaking a horse, it may need a few lashes before it heels. I would ask for your assistance in this matter as well, Sir Hayworth.”
The Wizard Queen gestured to the staircase leading below deck as the sailors around them busied with preparing the ship.
“There is a buffet below you and your men are welcome to, and spend your time how you like before we depart in the evening. There is the matter of Duke Willowsteel’s execution I must attend to, and then we will set sail.”
As Amanda punched the keypad, it would appear as if nothing happened. Then, there was a click on the other end of the line as Jackpot music played.
Then, the floor within the phonebooth gave way, and Amanda was plunged into darkness. She would be in a freefall state for a few seconds before her feet would glide against the smooth plastic of a slide. The slide would slowly catch Amanda, softening her fall and taking her into several twists and turns in the darkness.
Until, there was a faint light at the end of the slide that grew and grew, and Amanda came out of the horizontal, long end of the slide, her momentum ground to a minimum. She was now in a curious room indeed.
For as far as she could see, there were rows of pools with their ladders, separated by a tiled lane with discreet drains. If she were to look to the left, the tiled lanes would extend about fifty feet, before they began to curl upward at a 90 degree angle. It was impossible physics that was hard to wrap her mind around, but if she were to walk along the lane, she would feel gravity shift with her, and she would be able to reach the staircases at the end.
The staircase was well lit, with one ascending into light, the other descending into light. There were two options, without a discernible way to differentiate between the two. It was these choices that were presented to her as a way to move forward.
Echoing through the poolroom was an old radio situated along one of the pool lanes. It buzzed with static, before it cut into a broadcast.
”As she wandered the haunted house, searching for the exit, she found a room filled with spices.
‘Seasoning for Humans’
That's what was written along the top of the spice cabinet. She screamed in horror, seeing jars filled with horrifying objects: blood, eyeballs, teeth.
As she fled the room she had to wonder, ‘Who seasons humans with teeth?’
…And thank you for tuning into our 32nd episode of ‘Hidden in the Haunted House.’ We hope you enjoyed this riveting tale. Stay safe, stay out of the dark!”
Michelle would hear the floor give out in the phonebooth with a sudden thud. The phone itself would dangle by its cord, waving slowly back and forth at the edge of the yawning darkness below. The faint sound of Jackpot music could still be heard coming from the receiver.
It would appear the puzzle in this room was complete, and the way forward, into the darkness, had presented itself. If Michelle would jump down, she would end up in room C.G.115 as well.
The moment Lucas devoured the sandwich, it was if a large sigh escaped the room. His maddening hunger stopped. His vision began to slowly return to normal, the eye fading out in certain spots.
As he snapped photos of the Morse code, the Polaroid popped out of the bottom. A few seconds of waving, and a picture began to appear.
It showed the same wall that he saw with his own eyes. But instead of morse code, the polaroid showed a translation…
ONE LONG KNOCK, TWO SHORT KNOCKS OPEN THE DOOR.
And as he snapped photos of the eye, a curious thing would occur. As he waved the polaroid in the air, the image that appeared was a plain wall. Decorated, painted, yes. But no eye, no paranormal occurrences.
And as he would raise his eyes to the eye of the wall, he would also noticed that, due to his normal hunger levels, the eye had disappeared.
Lucas still had the candy bracelet, which could be used to stave away hunger later.
If Lucas were to input the knocking code into the door, the door would swing open, revealing a small room with a single brown slide. Sliding down this singular slide, its twists and turns, would eventually allow Lucas to comfortably slide into a new room.
It was a long tunnel, white tile along the sides and roof, broken up by the occasional yellow-ish light. A single ladder descended into black water, where light couldn't penetrative. It was cold. The ladder descended a meter or so, before it disappeared into the darkness. Trying to touch the bottom, on tip toes, or even dipping under the water for extra length, would prove useless; it was impossible to see, touch, or even hear the bottom. Attempting to swim down to the bottom of the pool would only result in encroaching darkness, increasing pressure, and the burning need of oxygen.
Regardless, it was possible to assume this water was deep. How deep, though, one could only guess.
The tunnel went on until the horizon, blending in with the tile. There was no clear end, but it was the only way forward.
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[i]"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. [b]"Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."[/b]
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
[b]"You'll have to duel me for them."[/b][/i]
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[i]Her breath caught when she felt the cold metal of a pistol against her temple.
"Put the heart down, and back the hell up if you want your friend to live," the guard said to Ellie in a rumbling baritone, digging the gun into Dream's head.
Dream squinted at Ellie, vision blurred as she tried to breathe. The heart, glinting in Ellie's hands.
The doctor, his face turning white every time she asked what would happen if they failed. Above all else, he said, they had to keep the heart safe. They had to, even if it meant...
She snarled, her boot stamping down on the guard's foot, a burst of light bruising the bone. He yelped, losing his grip. That's all she needed, and she tore away. But in her haste, she saw his free arm reaching for her, and she slipped on panicked feet as he pushed her off the railing.
She held back a scream, staring straight down into the boiling pit below. The guard wrapped a tight hand around her ankle, and Ellie could see Dream's other foot flailing; she restrained herself poorly from kicking the guard, desperately hoping she wouldn't die.
As her captor supported himself against the railing, his pistol pointed at Ellie.
"I'll drop her, I swear I'll drop her!"[/i]
~*~
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We have a RPer Appreciation thread?
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/85654-rper-appreciation-thread/ooc?page=8#bottom][b]This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it.[/b][/url] (2016)
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5533862][b]Another kind comment.[/b][/url] (2024)
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5546326][b]This is what makes it worth it.[/b][/url] (2024)
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5565747][b]I'm grateful for the ride.[/b][/url] (2024)
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[i]Deep, golden orbs stared back at her from within the cave.
God, she couldn't breathe.
He was monstrous. The ground trembled under her feet as his rippling, massive body exited the cave. Thunderous footsteps left cracks in the dirt, his breath sent waves of heat creeping over her skin. The transformation was slow, but it looked like something from a nightmare with the way his long teeth were bared.
A great and terrible roar sounded from his gaping maw.
She needed to run. Now.[/I]
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[Url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/58110-academy-218-superhuman-school-always-open/ic?page=13#post-2018233][b]Academy 218 Roleplay[/b][/url] (2014)
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="gold"><span class="bb-b">Your Local Antagonist</span></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><font color="gray">°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°</font><hr class="bb-hr"><br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/RxkjPdtIO2I?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div><br><br><div class="bb-h1"><font color="gold"><span class="bb-b">Showcase:</span></font></div><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><span class="bb-i">"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.<br><br>"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.<br><br>Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."<br><br>"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."<br><br>She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. <span class="bb-b">"Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."</span><br><br>She stood from her seat, rising to her full height. <br><br><span class="bb-b">"You'll have to duel me for them."</span></span><br><br>~*~<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/191189-iris-ascendis/ic"><span class="bb-b">Iris Ascendis Roleplay</span></a> (2023) | <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@the.valencia.king/video/7300030820545531141?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7246981308223161862"><span class="bb-b">TikTok Tribute</span></a><br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><span class="bb-i">Her breath caught when she felt the cold metal of a pistol against her temple.<br><br>"Put the heart down, and back the hell up if you want your friend to live," the guard said to Ellie in a rumbling baritone, digging the gun into Dream's head. <br><br>Dream squinted at Ellie, vision blurred as she tried to breathe. The heart, glinting in Ellie's hands.<br><br>The doctor, his face turning white every time she asked what would happen if they failed. Above all else, he said, they had to keep the heart safe. They had to, even if it meant...<br><br>She snarled, her boot stamping down on the guard's foot, a burst of light bruising the bone. He yelped, losing his grip. That's all she needed, and she tore away. But in her haste, she saw his free arm reaching for her, and she slipped on panicked feet as he pushed her off the railing.<br><br>She held back a scream, staring straight down into the boiling pit below. The guard wrapped a tight hand around her ankle, and Ellie could see Dream's other foot flailing; she restrained herself poorly from kicking the guard, desperately hoping she wouldn't die.<br><br>As her captor supported himself against the railing, his pistol pointed at Ellie.<br><br>"I'll drop her, I swear I'll drop her!"</span><br><br>~*~<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/185324-tenebrae-the-rebellion-of-shadows-ladies-only/ic"><span class="bb-b">TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows Roleplay</span></a> (2021)<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br>We have a RPer Appreciation thread?<br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/85654-rper-appreciation-thread/ooc?page=8#bottom"><span class="bb-b">This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it.</span></a> (2016)<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5533862"><span class="bb-b">Another kind comment.</span></a> (2024)<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5546326"><span class="bb-b">This is what makes it worth it.</span></a> (2024)<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5565747"><span class="bb-b">I'm grateful for the ride.</span></a> (2024)<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><span class="bb-i">Deep, golden orbs stared back at her from within the cave.<br><br>God, she couldn't breathe. <br><br>He was monstrous. The ground trembled under her feet as his rippling, massive body exited the cave. Thunderous footsteps left cracks in the dirt, his breath sent waves of heat creeping over her skin. The transformation was slow, but it looked like something from a nightmare with the way his long teeth were bared. <br><br>A great and terrible roar sounded from his gaping maw.<br><br>She needed to run. Now.</span><br><br>~*~<br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/58110-academy-218-superhuman-school-always-open/ic?page=13#post-2018233"><span class="bb-b">Academy 218 Roleplay</span></a> (2014)<br><br></div>
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