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Current I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
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Hello everyone!

I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!

I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.

I'm not sure what else to say here.

See you in game!

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HI GUYS I LOVE YOU I PROMISE!

So

Go to LABORATORY 1F if you want to hang out with shan and Zes

Go to THE CONFERENCE ROOM B if you are interested in learning necromancy!

Go to THE GYM if you want to play-fight/train or discuss anti-magic tactics or talk to Rozalind go ahead.

Go to TRISTIANS OFFICE if you want to talk to Tristian, the head of TRIDENT.

If there is something ELSE you want to investigate, please feel free to start a scene/tell or if none of the above scenarios sound interesting to you tell me and we can make something else happen instead.

GOING FORWARD

I want try to give you guys more of a path for the plot. I will be extremely responsive to what your characters decide to do, but, I think I'm not giving you guys enough to go on! oops!

I'm welcome to others wanting to converse and chat with me about plot points and the path of the story, because co-GM is out for awhile.

Maybe some OOC discussion here will also be useful sooooo I'd like to talk to you guys about...

THE RIFT RITUAL

There were three circles. 1) Necromancy 2) archaic/occult 3) ??((I want to talk about it, but, It hasn't been figured out in game yet, let me know, IT COULD BE YOU!!))???

I'd like some players to learn necromancy. Twain is able to teach it. He is also able to teach archaic/occult magic but it is less important because it is more common. However, if your character is into it it can be done!

WHERE ARE WE GOING NEXT EYERIS!?!?!

I'll discuss that after we figure out the above stuff. We are currently at HQ now to assimilate all the things that happened on the mountain, but, don't worry we will be moving forward again soon!

Hi rifters!

ooo look activity!

I have had a rough time with my routine lately and apologize. February is the month that i'll be back on track!

I've been thinking about the game and maybe my flaws with the story (rather than how often i've not been around lately) and am wondering if I should bring some more focus/direction perhaps it is too broad at the moment?

So i'll be posting soon about that, or, if some of you vets want to talk about the plot and direction I might find that very helpful. The co-GM, Josh, seems to be preoccupied with school so I can't bounce ideas off him like i used to be, and I need to tweak the plot a bit but I think it will be a good thing :) I just want to make sure it will be a game that you guys will keep enjoying as the plot unfolds!

Anywho, thanks! more from me soooon :D
-Eyeris
@RokkuHoshi Nah I have been super slow lately.

I would like more details on the powers and ability section.

@ Everyone else.

I WILL POST SOOOON
I'm not too familiar with either of those stories. Just makes a C's? @RokkuHoshi
Sorry if the colors are strange, I thought it would add clarity

WHOEVER posts next, gets to write in the castle falling apart!
"Charles, darling." Twain grinned at his companion. "You ask all the right questions!"

~~~

Halfway across the world. A man stopped dead in his tracks.

~~~

"The symbol is a Mage-Mark or Wizards rune or whatever. It is the personal symbol of a magic-user."

~~~

"You will have to excuse me." The man made swift and appropriate excuses and returned to his office.

~~~

"Mikkel, as you have correctly discerned, was certainly attached...."

~~~

The man was back in his study. He shut down all the electronics, ripped cables from their outlets, and shoved all the furniture to the perimeter of the room. In his haste he spilled the cold up of coffee that had been sitting on the desk, it stained the rug. No matter, the man simply tore away the rug, exposing the wooden floor completely...

There were no lights on, but with a word, agni, the candles set upon the high shelves in the room caught flame. The candlelight revealed a white circle sketched onto the floor... Or did the strange chalk that drew the symbols glow with their own light?

The man was not alone. In the center of the circle was an eerie figure, white like the chalk on the ground, but transparent. He hugged himself, the white shade was naked, you could see burn makes on his ethereal flesh, and in the center of his chest there was a nail embedded, around the nail the nail was a glowing red chord that floated and wound around him and floated in the air...


~~~

"Attached to... someone..."

~~~

... The other end of the line wound around the wrist of the man.

~~~

"This ritual binds the soul to the Mage or Wizard..." Twain touched the frayed red string... "So, they have this set up, so that when this guy dies, instead of wandering around and haunting this place until he gets bored and wanders into the white light... Snap. His spirit goes to the guy who cast the spell." He touched the symbol. "This guy, or gal, whomever cast it up."

~~~

"Mikkel--" The mages voice caught in his throat. Shock and Sorrow possessed him and he was unable to say anymore.

"I'm so cold..." The ghost shivered. "... So... Cold..."

"Tell me..." The man choked, but his voice resolved, he commanded the spirit clearly now. "Tell me everything you saw."


~~~

"The problem for us is that, now he knows whatever Mikkel knew before he died... Fuck. I hate when they know we are onto them before we know who they are!"

He looked around and began helping to pack up. The other members of MERCY joined in.

"Yeah, good idea, keep the body for science."

"They might send in a clean up crew now, or, maybe they have something built in here in case things went wrong... Cover their tracks..." Twain could not trust even the earth they stood upon.

~~~

"P-Please it's so cold. Just let me go to hell, where it's warm. I'm so so cold..."

The man paused.

"I'm sorry. It isn't like that at all." Then with a knife, he cut the glowing red string from his wrist.

Mikkel simply vanished. The candles blew out. And the man was alone.
The only limit is that is like, a starting-character power-level-wise. I'd check out the other characters and see what's fresh.

What was your idea?
@Eyeris What is the maximum number of characters we can start with?


Start with one! Then after some time I will let you do another most likely.
Hiiiii!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

will post soon, promise!
The man died. Twain smiled and rubbed his hands together. "Alright now for some straight answers..." He closed his eyes and touched the Mikkel on the forehead and began to whistle cheerfully.

Twain stopped whistling abruptly, the last note turning flat and sour. His eyes snapped open. "What the fuck? Where did he go?!" Twain frowned and he looked at the frostbitten body before him as if Mikkel had just insulted him.

He began to pat down the body and rifling under the frost-stiffened fabric. "Ah-HAH!" he finally exclaimed. Tearing open the front of Mikkel's shirt. "Oh shit..."

In the center of the man's chest there was a nail driven through his skin. It wasn't the type of nail one would get at the hardware store, clean lines and mass produced, this nail was much more archaic: Raw iron, uneven edges, thick, forged by hand in an archaic fashion or in an archaic time.

The overlarge head of the nail there was a symbol engraved.

Around the shaft of the nail, as if something had been tied to the nail, were wisps of red... What remained of an unraveled string.

"Whelp... I think we should get out of here... As soon as possible..." Twain smiled again, thought, given the context it was not likely to be reassuring.
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