Konica

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

I was pretty much lost in all the terms and names and characters the whole time. Mostly because I dropped out a while back and was reinvited recently. I'm hoping to use the new episode as a fresh start and rethink my character.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

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𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

The Walls that Move

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Edgar was not a servant that sat idly and allowed others to seal his destiny. He served Lady Heurassein in all shapes and manners to engaged tasks that furthered the company's needs as those of its lady owner. When the roof came collapsing down, he'd been the first to leap over to shield and brush the Lady from harm. It was no small wonder when the groaning beams crumbled less than spectacularly where only half the Château collapsed and left part of the Grand Stair Chamber intact. Some did not rise after the roof completely fell upon them, however, others had somehow survived in miraculous fashion.

The fortunate few that had managed to escape the ceiling's crushing descent rose to find the entire chamber bathed in horrific inferno that clouded the entire vicinity with noxious, suffocating fumes. The clouds should've suffocated the surviving guests out of the mortal world, however, various eerie shades had since emerged from their Ivalian vessels to pushed back the inferno proved how strange and unpredictable fortunes could swing.

As a servant of the Heurassein Powder Company, Edgar glanced towards the general vicinity of several Valanians that had begun to make their way through an opening leading downwards and into a hidden cellar. His face ashen and his appearance unseemly, the only Heurassein servant present within the entire district threw his hands towards removing the piles of rubble blocking their path towards the safety.

"Lady Heurassein," he cried upon ripping aside several floor planks, "It seems Yadin-Hamon is offering us both another chance at life and we must make meaning of it by not idling any longer!"

"Well what are you waiting for you oaf, run!" Adrianna said, prodding him along lest the inferno make a meal out of them. She took to wrapping her scarf around her face to filter out the smoke. Her forehead was moist with sweat and eyes squinted thru burning tears. But their salvation was just in sight as they saw several other party-goers piling thru a cellar entrance. Adrianna and Edgar snuck in behind with the last of the escapees and were greeted by the coolness of the stone cellar. I wouldn't be long before the others realize they had and extra pair, so Adrianna pulled Edgar aside for a brief second to hand him her pistol.

"Take this. If things go south, don't miss" she said, as she brandished a spare for herself.

Without hesitation, Edgar reservedly accepted the pistol and glanced upon Adrianna with both admiration and desire. He hadn't found himself in the company of many strong women, not noticeably those of Lady Heurassein's caliber or resilience. Owing to her reservedness and iron willed determination, fewer still could survive or manage such a large, self-sustaining business as the woman before him and he found that his service under the Lady extended far beyond the motley villages he was almost destined to rot in.

The servant quickly scrambled to his feet and followed in the survivors' direction until one such Valanian stumbled and nearly threatened to force him into a similar descent. What followed instead was a series of rather awkward steps that eventually unbalanced the Heurassein steward into a rather unlikely t within the cellar's inventory. The sight and smell of strongly flavored fruits and soured grapes filled his senses as he found himself drenched in a fine liquored wine of a particularly rare vintage. Glancing upwards, the stewart stared towards the perfectly intact wine cask that had blunted his movement as well as the large crack spewing perfectly fermented wine upon his head. In an inviting gesture, is hand outstretched towards his patron whilst wine continually soaked his body under the pulsating shades.

“A sip to clear the mind before we depart, milady?”

"Clumsy oaf!" Adrianna muttered, unamused by Edgar's antics. The smell of wine did not sit well with her since she was poisoned earlier. In addition, she didn't much care to stand near someone soaked in alcohol whilst in a burning building. And if the other survivors hadn't noticed them, they surely did now. If anything, the fumes had begun to descend upon the cellar passage and Edgar was no fool. Without another word, the stewart quickly composed himself and stepped alongside his employer with the intent to depart and preserve the Heurassein Powder Company's survival ...

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Lady Adrianna Heurassein

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The heavily armed aristocratic man's warnings proved just enough to alert the regrouping Nezamni Warriors the time to scatter towards the grand staircase as the ceiling above the hallway collapsed in a flashing display of sparks, wood grains, and sharpened debris Flames and fumes began to lick upon the ceiling and through the mist filled plumes an ashen faced man carrying a beautiful young lady limped laborious towards the assembled group. His face appeared badly blooded and his arms shot with splinters and gashes. How he and the young lady had survived the initial bombardment or the poisoned refreshment was beyond anyone, however, the collapsed ceiling's slanted angle proved the ultimate culprit towards their continued existence.

“Let it end!” the bloodied servant cried through throaty coughs! His words did little to ease the young woman's groans, yet still he managed to hobble onwards before collapsing to the floor. “Oh Lady Heurassein … when you had mentioned that arms would control the world, I did not believe you, but this?! I was a fool … and you were right! People are savages and they will do anything to gain power. Gunpowder is the future …”

Adrianna's eyes flickered open to a blazing hell. She could vaguely recall the dream she had. A vision of calm, peace, and warmth. She could even less so recall the events that led her into this sorry state. As her consciousness slowly returned to her, the sound of a blabbering buffoon bombarded her ears. Mustering up what was left of her strength, she pushed the servant aside and leaned against the nearest wall to steady herself.

"I don't know who you are, but I don't like being touched." Hidden underneath her dress, strapped to her thigh was a small silver pistol with an elaborate ivory handle; which she brandished, making her intentions clear.

"M-milady! It is I, Edgar!" he exclaimed in shock.

Adrianna narrowed her eyes and pulled back the hammer on her pistol. "I don't know any 'Edgar'"

"How can you not remember? Annalise hired me nearly two years ago!"

"Oh, you must be one of the lackeys. But Annalise, where is she now? She is alright?"

"I don't know, but we must regroup with the others" as he said so, he stepped closer to Adrianna to help carry her but was met by the end of her pistol.

"I said I don't like being touched. Just lead the way." She was in no mood, nor was time on their side. The flames and fumes make it that much more difficult to carry on. Adrianna was no soldier, it was thru careful planning that she avoided situations like this. That's why she was confident they weren't trying to kill her. She'd have to thank the person they were trying to kill for the lively festivities.

Nodding, Edgar scrambled through teary eyes and hacking coughs to lead his master through the blazing wreckage and swirling mists towards an assembling group. The staircase chamber stood as a reminder as to the residence's elegance as opposed to its ruined condition. Hands and legs from the motionless Banquet victims sprawled out across the floor, earning the manservant looks of sadness and recognition towards their former Ivalian conversational companions. They had just reached the Grand Staircase when Edgar noticed the ceiling completely slowly buckle downwards. Within minutes, the Chateau would collapse into a raging inferno where the flames would consume anything and everything ...

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

Interested! I'll make a cs soon.

Supernatural Hunting Families??

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@Konica I wouldn't mind you playing a vampire, but I'm not sure about hunting werewolves specifically. In this RP world, werewolves are fairly rare so hunters only encounter one every so often. Your vampire character would have to be a good vampire (cheesy way to put it, I know) that is on the same side as regular human hunters as well. Which means he/she would have to hunt it's own kind, unless you were wanting to be some sort of villain?

@Ghost Butt

Are all monsters absolutely evil? The reason I ask is because I had an idea for a character that screws up a hunt and gets turned into a vampire. At first she'll hate the fact that she's a monster, but would develop sympathy for monsters over time. Of course, she'd still hunt and kill evil monsters, but do you think there's room for monster sympathizers in this world?

Supernatural Hunting Families??

I know we play hunters, but are we allowed to be monsters? Like a vampire who hunts werewolves, or something like that?

Supernatural Hunting Families??

Sign me up~

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

I'm up for a collab

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

Yeah, I don't really know what to do next. I was just waiting for someone else to post so I can follow their lead.