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Shadowed Apotheosis [Sword and Sandals Fantasy-Magical Apocalypse]
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Really love the setting, concept and style you've developed for this. Colour me interested :)
Despite being somewhat late to the small group RP I would throw my hat into this interest check - fantastic concept!
@Naril Hello you! Hopefully be RP'ing with such a talent again :D
Hey! Rather tempted to join, just a question around abilities as I'm floating some around (Everything from a Summoner of various magical beasts to some form of weapons magic) - what exactly should guide/limit our decision about our Hero's abilities? Don't want to go overboard or down the wrong path :)
@Fizzy Yeah, he's dead. His body's clothes are still on fire and his skin is mostly charred where he wasn't covered up.
The best way I would describe it is that if you actually touch his skin, it would probably melt off. Like when you burn a marshmallow over a fire and it's still soft and gooey underneath.
A fragrant and comprehensive simile :P Thanks, I''ll bash something out tomorrow. RIP the shortest lived NPC
@LloydTurquoise I'll probably have Beth check out Greg's body, to save some time is he still alive? If so how badly burnt will he be? Makes my response a bit meatier without needing a lot of back and forth.
@Mike73 Sorry, we went for similar openings in regard to burying loved ones. Didn't see it until after I had typed this up, otherwise I would have changed it!
Spirals of steam rose from the cup clasped between Lily’s hand as the faired haired young woman lifted the floral-patterned cup to her lips and sipped the sweet peppermint tea brewed moments before. Her hands shook a little but that was to be expected, considering … what she had just done. The room was silent save for the grandfather clock that dominated the room; tick-tock the sound pierced the overbearing silence that filled the air as its pendulum swung, slicing time into seconds.
She tilted the cup even more and drained the last dregs of the beverage before she unsteadily placed it back onto its saucer, the sound of china hitting china adding to the brief collections of sounds that dared to colour the quiet. Lily examined her nails, the pale skin of her nose furrowing as she noticed the dirt embedded in her cuticles. Urgently she got up from behind the table where she had been sitting and made her way into the kitchen, washing the dirt frantically from her fingernails. The scrubbing brush coloured her flesh raw as it ripped at the skin, the water pouring from the faucet turning pink as blood tinged the liquid.
She dropped the brush as she began to feel tears prick the corners of her eyes and a lump forming in her throat. She hadn’t meant to scrub so hard … she just wanted every bit of evidence expunged from her body so she could forget.
To forget that she had just buried her brother with the rest of her family. She had gotten up at dawn and dug the grave as deep as she could, her hands callousing and blistering, her lips cracked at the noonday sun glared down below. But she didn’t stop, the exertion was a break from thinking, from feeling, from worrying.
Yet now everything had been done. Now there would be nothing that would stop her thinking least of all this overbearing silence. It didn’t belong in this house, it was alien and a sign of the foul curse that had befallen her family. Once the rooms of the farmhouse had been overflowing at the seams as laughter, tears and footsteps echoed throughout. Now it was just Lily, standing alone in her house and in the world.
Lily’s eyes opened as dawn’s glow seeped through the curtains once more, heralding a new day. Lily lay in the warm cocoon of sheers debating to get out of bed. It would be easier to lie there, to close her eyes and fall into the inertia of apathy again. It had been two days since her brother was buried. She hadn’t got out of bed since. Curling her body up she closed her eyes, lying before a few minutes before snapping open her eyes.
No, she thought to herself, keep moving and don’t stop. Shakily she swing her feet out the bed, grabbing the brush at the bedside table and running it through her hair. She had never been one to mope and she wasn’t starting now. She would head into town, gather whatever supplies were left and if she was lucky see if she could find a HAM radio somewhere, get into contact with other survivors.
A couple of hours later she was dressed and packed. Slinging the rucksack on her shoulders she noted how light it was – it was mostly empty to give room for supplies she would take back. There was however a large bottle of water tucked into the side pocket and a few packs of dry fruit, a small first aid kit and a Swiss army knife. Tucking her handgun into her holster she wondered if she would need it. People got desperate in situations like these and Lily knew the presence of the gun could make people think twice even without the threat of having to use it.
Sighing, she mad her way outside, her eyes crinkling as the bright sun assaulted them for the first time in days. She sniffed the air, smelling smoke. Turning to her right, she gasped as she saw smoke billowing into the air at the State Park. She bit her lip, it would take her the opposite direction she wanted to go but not by far. She hesitated for a few more minutes before muttering “Shit” under her breath and running.
She concentrated on inhaling from her nose and exhaling from the mouth as she kept her pace steady, quickly covering the distance towards the inferno. As she reached the southern bank of the river she rested her hands on her knees as she struggled to maintain her breath, the lethargy of the last couple of days taking the toll on her fitness. She peered up, struggling to see past the thick smog spewed by the orange flamed.
She gasped as she felt the cold water of the river push the air out her lungs before she kicked, quickly crossing the distance between the two banks with a textbook sidestroke. Hauling herself up into the bank, she opened her sodden bag and was grateful she had enclosed the first aid kit in a sandwhich bag, keeping the contents dry. She pulled one of the rolls of bandages out and soaked it in water before wrapping the damp cloth around her mouth and nose. She tightened the straps of her bag tightly, tucking away any loose ends. She had done some basic emergency fire search training during her time in the Academy but nothing too advanced. Yet she knew enough that she had to get anyone stuck in there out fast. Smoke inhalation was the biggest killer in these events.
The smoke was thick and stung her eyes, tears streaming down her face as Lily focused on keeping calm. She pulled her gun out her holster in case there was any malicious intent to this blaze. Her ears pricked however, when she heard shouting.
“BETH” she heard and before she knew it her feet was running towards the source. “Hello!” She shouted, making out blurry figures in the distance, “Is anyone hurt!” She called out, closing the distance more and more.
She tilted the cup even more and drained the last dregs of the beverage before she unsteadily placed it back onto its saucer, the sound of china hitting china adding to the brief collections of sounds that dared to colour the quiet. Lily examined her nails, the pale skin of her nose furrowing as she noticed the dirt embedded in her cuticles. Urgently she got up from behind the table where she had been sitting and made her way into the kitchen, washing the dirt frantically from her fingernails. The scrubbing brush coloured her flesh raw as it ripped at the skin, the water pouring from the faucet turning pink as blood tinged the liquid.
She dropped the brush as she began to feel tears prick the corners of her eyes and a lump forming in her throat. She hadn’t meant to scrub so hard … she just wanted every bit of evidence expunged from her body so she could forget.
To forget that she had just buried her brother with the rest of her family. She had gotten up at dawn and dug the grave as deep as she could, her hands callousing and blistering, her lips cracked at the noonday sun glared down below. But she didn’t stop, the exertion was a break from thinking, from feeling, from worrying.
Yet now everything had been done. Now there would be nothing that would stop her thinking least of all this overbearing silence. It didn’t belong in this house, it was alien and a sign of the foul curse that had befallen her family. Once the rooms of the farmhouse had been overflowing at the seams as laughter, tears and footsteps echoed throughout. Now it was just Lily, standing alone in her house and in the world.
~*~
Lily’s eyes opened as dawn’s glow seeped through the curtains once more, heralding a new day. Lily lay in the warm cocoon of sheers debating to get out of bed. It would be easier to lie there, to close her eyes and fall into the inertia of apathy again. It had been two days since her brother was buried. She hadn’t got out of bed since. Curling her body up she closed her eyes, lying before a few minutes before snapping open her eyes.
No, she thought to herself, keep moving and don’t stop. Shakily she swing her feet out the bed, grabbing the brush at the bedside table and running it through her hair. She had never been one to mope and she wasn’t starting now. She would head into town, gather whatever supplies were left and if she was lucky see if she could find a HAM radio somewhere, get into contact with other survivors.
A couple of hours later she was dressed and packed. Slinging the rucksack on her shoulders she noted how light it was – it was mostly empty to give room for supplies she would take back. There was however a large bottle of water tucked into the side pocket and a few packs of dry fruit, a small first aid kit and a Swiss army knife. Tucking her handgun into her holster she wondered if she would need it. People got desperate in situations like these and Lily knew the presence of the gun could make people think twice even without the threat of having to use it.
Sighing, she mad her way outside, her eyes crinkling as the bright sun assaulted them for the first time in days. She sniffed the air, smelling smoke. Turning to her right, she gasped as she saw smoke billowing into the air at the State Park. She bit her lip, it would take her the opposite direction she wanted to go but not by far. She hesitated for a few more minutes before muttering “Shit” under her breath and running.
She concentrated on inhaling from her nose and exhaling from the mouth as she kept her pace steady, quickly covering the distance towards the inferno. As she reached the southern bank of the river she rested her hands on her knees as she struggled to maintain her breath, the lethargy of the last couple of days taking the toll on her fitness. She peered up, struggling to see past the thick smog spewed by the orange flamed.
She gasped as she felt the cold water of the river push the air out her lungs before she kicked, quickly crossing the distance between the two banks with a textbook sidestroke. Hauling herself up into the bank, she opened her sodden bag and was grateful she had enclosed the first aid kit in a sandwhich bag, keeping the contents dry. She pulled one of the rolls of bandages out and soaked it in water before wrapping the damp cloth around her mouth and nose. She tightened the straps of her bag tightly, tucking away any loose ends. She had done some basic emergency fire search training during her time in the Academy but nothing too advanced. Yet she knew enough that she had to get anyone stuck in there out fast. Smoke inhalation was the biggest killer in these events.
The smoke was thick and stung her eyes, tears streaming down her face as Lily focused on keeping calm. She pulled her gun out her holster in case there was any malicious intent to this blaze. Her ears pricked however, when she heard shouting.
“BETH” she heard and before she knew it her feet was running towards the source. “Hello!” She shouted, making out blurry figures in the distance, “Is anyone hurt!” She called out, closing the distance more and more.
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