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Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

You don't know where you are, or how you got here - the woodland you wake up in isn't like anything you've seen before. The sight and scent of the surrounding wildflowers are as unfamiliar as the birdsong filling the air. You even see the occasional otherworldly shimmer in the corner of your eye. It's a paradise of colour, of light, of beauty. Like something out of a fairy tale. Too bad fairy tales aren't as nice and pretty as they're commonly thought to be. You're not alone. Others wake in the clearing, teenagers like you. They are human, but the forest's inhabitants are not. Glimpses of hidden faces, laughter in the breeze, make it clear you're not here by accident. And the longer you stay here, the clearer something else becomes. You have to get out. Fast. If you can find a way out, that is. Your captors aren't going to let their playthings escape easily. Amidst the constant trickery and threat, the only ones you can trust are your fellow kidnapped children - or so it seems. Illusions and enchantments blur the lines between friend and foe. You may even find your humanity gradually slipping away as this place's magic takes a hold of you. Even if you somehow avoid this and make it out, will you become as cruel and ruthless as the fairies, simply by doing what it takes to survive?

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The fae come in many forms, from tiny winged pixies, to eerily beautiful humanoids, to animals. Skilled tricksters, they do not lie outright, but deceive by bending the truth and crafting elaborate illusions with glamours. Much like children who pull the wings off of butterflies, their curiosity is rarely harmless. Some may be benevolent to a degree, but even their moral compass differs to that of humans, and their help is at a price. They naturally live hundreds of years, some never aging past their prime at all, which is one reason why they view human life as of little consequence. However, they can be injured, including mortally so. Many are weak against iron to some extent, but some types of fae, as well as older and more powerful ones, lack this vulnerability.

1) No godmodding, powergaming, autohitting etc. 2) You may have up to two characters. If one dies or becomes otherwise unplayable, you can make another one, there's nothing saying everyone has to turn up in exactly the same place. 3) While violence and dark themes are inevitable for this kind of RP, please abide by guild rules. Romance is unlikely as people will focus on survival, but if it does happen, no NSFW stuff. 4) Please keep OOC discussions civil and respect each other. 5) If you're busy or losing interest, please let us know! I completely understand real life gets in the way and takes priority, but I'd prefer it if you said something rather than left everyone hanging. If you need to go on hiatus, we can figure out a way to bring your character(s) back in later on, or if you leave permanently, there are plenty of ways to write them out. 6) Try to write at least two paragraphs per post. That said, quality is much, much more important than quantity. 7) To prove you read the rules, please write "Don't step in the toadstool rings" under your application. 8) Most importantly, have fun!

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CS skeleton Name: Age: (Between 14 and 18) Gender: Appearance: (Picture or description. If you use a picture, art is preferred, although not a must.) Likes: Dislikes: Skills: Fears: Inventory: (Small items they have on their person - food, electronics, etc. Please be reasonable, and remember even useless seeming items can be used creatively.) Personality: History:

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

Nice, five people already! I should be able to have the OOC ready by tomorrow.

The Zephyr Extinct

Thanks! If anyone else wants a header, I'm happy to make one :)

The Zephyr Extinct

The sight of a corpse was disturbing enough, but the situation had turned out even worse than Rose had thought. Ruskali, a host for a Nox. She should have known, should have gotten a good look at his eyes. She knew all too well what such an infection could do to a person's mind. And if the infection wasn't purged right now, there'd be more than this one death.

Instantly, she turned away from the body and started hurrying back down the alleyway. "Let's go!" she called to Cedar, words slurred with facial swelling, a slight stagger to her steps from dizziness. She winced as her shoulders kept knocking against the walls, but she kept running. "We've got to help them, and we've got to help Ruski!"

If Ruskali wasn't beyond helping, that was. Rose bit her lip as images of empty grey-tainted eyes, and withered figures slumped or shuddering, drifted to mind. Some former hosts kept enough of themselves to rebuild their lives, but for many, it was a different story. Shaking her head, she sped up her sprint. She had to focus.

Bursting out of the alleyway, she rushed through the panicked crowd. "Looks like those end times can wait a little longer!" she called, but as she watched Listener jab her spear at the darkness spewing from Ruskali's mouth, the reality of the situation hit full force. Hand trembling, she pointed her gun at the mass of tendrils, but hesitated. With her right eye swollen almost completely shut, what if she couldn't aim? What if she hit Ruskali? Or Listener, or an innocent bystander?

Aware that there was no time to waste, she aimed at a patch of soil where flowers had yet to be planted. A surface soft enough that projectiles wouldn't ricochet, and empty enough that the energy blast wouldn't set anything on fire. As she knew from experience, the light alone would be enough to scare a Nox, maybe even drive it right out of Ruskali. "Cover your eyes everyone!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, before bracing for recoil and firing.

Escaping The Faewoods - A Survival Horror RP

You don't know where you are, or how you got here - the woodland you wake up in isn't like anything you've seen before. The sight and scent of the surrounding wildflowers are as unfamiliar as the birdsong filling the air. You even see the occasional otherworldly shimmer in the corner of your eye. It's a paradise of colour, of light, of beauty. Like something out of a fairy tale.

Too bad fairy tales aren't as nice and pretty as they're commonly thought to be.

You're not alone. Others wake in the clearing, teenagers like you. They are human, but the forest's inhabitants are not. Glimpses of hidden faces, laughter in the breeze, make it clear you're not here by accident. And the longer you stay here, the clearer something else becomes.

You have to get out. Fast.

If you can find a way out, that is. Your captors aren't going to let their playthings escape easily. Amidst the constant trickery and threat, the only ones you can trust are your fellow kidnapped children - or so it seems. Illusions and enchantments blur the lines between friend and foe. You may even find your humanity gradually slipping away as this place's magic takes a hold of you.

Even if you somehow avoid this and make it out, will you become as cruel and ruthless as the fairies, simply by doing what it takes to survive?

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Welcome, anyone stopping by! This was originally an idea I had for a LARP that never happened, but I figured would work for a text based RP. I'm looking for a group of at least 5 other people. You'll be playing modern day teens who lived mundane lives up until now, and each player can have up to two characters. Given the nature of the RP, this is for good reason... *evil smile*

Yep, might as well warn you now, be prepared to have bad things happen to characters. Some WILL get injured, cursed, even killed. I'm not the kind of GM to do that without your permission though, and no matter how messed up things get IC, I'm hoping for a friendly group willing to communicate OOC and build the story together. I'll be throwing plenty of events at you, but if you have any questions or subplot ideas for your characters, let me know!

Also, I'd like to see some development, instead of a bunch of throwaway characters. Make sure their stories have depth and impact, no matter what happens to them, and make sure they work together at first, even if distrust and conflict set in later on.

If there's enough interest, I'll have the OOC up later this week :)

Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

Cara Bryant

The two had made the right choice by going to the top floor, or at least Cara could hope. The stench of mold still hung around, and rain leaked through the ceiling in steady trickles, but most of the water ran down the stairs. This was the closest to a comfortable shelter they'd find. Now to check that it was also a safe one.

Slowly, she approached the nearest door. She reached for her medical kit, in case the sharp tools were needed for defense. The opposite of their usual purpose, but there was no telling who, or what, the two may run into in the room. The younger woman, however, motioned to her to stay back. Before Cara could offer to go first, the girl took the plunge and marched inside, gun in hand as she peered through the darkness.

Cara followed, exhaling in relief as she scanned the surroundings. The earlier eyesight boost hadn't completely faded, and it quickly became clear this room held no threats. Just basic, bare furniture, which thankfully hadn't rotted away or fallen apart. She headed to the beds, checking them over and pressing down on them to test their sturdiness. Damp and worn as they were, they'd be usable, and a bed of any kind was a luxury.

Looking over her shoulder as the other woman - Jane - spoke, Cara nodded. Her lips even twitched at the joke. "Sounds good," she replied, sitting down on the bed without the pillow. "You take the pillow - for sleeping, that is, not for fighting. And I'm Cara." She kept her voice low. They were the only occupants of the room, but not necessarily of the hotel.

Alt-Earth: To Find a Haven in Hell

Hmm... I want to post, but I don't know if @taistelusopuli is still here.

Edit: Posted anyway just in case :)

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

Jess woke with a start. She sat up to see weak rays of light filtering through the curtains, morning having arrived all too soon. She couldn't recall any nightmares, but her heart thudded, and a sheen of cold sweat clung to her skin. Which meant this wasn't so much her reaction as Roxy's, this house reminding the anchor of a past she'd rather forget. A past she couldn't forget as they both became more and more caught up in it.

Pushing away the covers, Jess wrapped her arms around her body as a sense of vulnerability flooded her. She grimaced, her stomach turning. What exactly had Roxy been through here? Right away, Jess clambered out of bed, hurried from the room and knocked on Roxy's door. "Are you ok?" she asked. Stupid question, especially coming from an empath, but it was the first thing she could think to say.

For all she knew, Roxy could still be asleep, If she was, though, this would wake her from any nightmare she was having.

The Zephyr Extinct

✾ Steel Rose ✾

Rose slammed to the ground again, an eerie, high-pitched scream filling her ears as the Nox vanished. Gasping great lungfuls of fetid air, she eased herself into a sitting position. "Whew... Thanks." She stood on shaky legs, leaning against the wall and pressing a hand to the right side of her face. "Glad I made this mask tough." While the mask had protected against serious injury, she could feel a bruise spreading across her cheek, making her lower eyelid swell. Well, this isn't exactly what a markswoman needs, she thought, trying to keep her eye open. Especially one who has enough trouble hitting targets as it is.

She mentally chided herself for being negative, but Fluke's jibes weren't helping. "Y'know Fluke, less talking and more doing would be nice!" she snapped into the earpiece, shaking her head at the drone, which did nothing but buzz around like an annoying bug. "I might have to work on some combat drones for next time," she muttered, trying to reassure herself and the others there would be a next time. Despite the false starts, they'd get through this.

Rolling her aching shoulder, she turned her attention to Cedar. "You ok?" She glanced at his blue-tinged hand. As she did, something caught her attention. An armadillo dug in the dirt, around what was unmistakeably a human arm. Rose's stomach turned. "Oh gods..."

Be my Sanctuary

Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey

Exhaling heavily, Jess swam over to Roxy. "Yeah, same." Her muscles ached, but it was the satisfying ache of a vigorous exercise session, which had done both of them good. Just as Roxy had hoped, it had burned off most of the stress and anger. "Seems like it was what we needed." Maybe in the morning, they'd be able to think of something. If the situation didn't hit again like a truck, that was.

She quickly caught up with Roxy, who waited by the changing room, and followed her in. After getting dried and dressed, she headed back down the hallway beside her, to the rooms set up for them. As comfortable as hers looked, and as grateful as she was to the maid, the knowledge of whose house it was offset the effect.

Nonetheless, she gave Roxy a little smile. "Night," she replied, and headed into the spare room. She almost didn't want to sleep. If she slept now, she thought while changing into her pyjamas, it would be morning before she knew it. Another day of dealing with this crap. She dug out a book from her suitcase, but barely read a page before her eyelids grew heavy and her focus drifted. Switching off the light, she nestled into the soft linen. Being well rested would mean being better able to support Roxy, and not screwing up like earlier.

At least they only had one more day here. Then it would be back to their lives, even if those lives were still entangled in Mr Black's until they found a way to escape.