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[@All] I have responded in appropriate GM world-god fashion to Rook and John's situation. I will hold back on The Turncloak's arc until Churro and the others involved have had a chance to post.

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-Within the Broken Crypt-

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The twang of a crossbow shattered the stillness, the unmistakable thud of pulverised flesh pierced the unillumination. The hidden man had shown himself to be a cunning hunter indeed, luring his stalker to the deep darkness and firing to the shadows in the interest of his own safety, without regard for the man he had taken upon himself to wound or to kill. Neither Hunter nor Stalker had the sense to respect the peaceful dark of the Crypt, to leave the velvet shadows undisturbed; their presence instead rolling through the winding, endless corridors where all manner of savage devils lay with the promise of eternal sleep. Rue to those wicked souls within the embrace of the Broken Crypt, for their harrowed lives were once more in danger, but perhaps not from each other.

Something awoke in the deep. Something disturbed from slumber by a faint hunger impossible for the sane to understand. The lightless depths burst to life with the low rumble of the moving of a stone, the grinding of restraints. If there were any poor souls able to observe in that abyss, then maybe they would have caught a glimpse of something sauntering through the halls, inhuman eyes scintillating behind a thick fog of age old dust, disturbed once more by motion within a place so long devoid of it.

Click clack went legs in the dark. Tapping and tapping. A gibbering resonated through the halls, lamentations of some deformed mouth speaking some ancient and incomprehensible tongue like a prematurely woken mute whose mind was fixated on torment. Ghostly whispers ascended from the deep; a cold followed in the wake of their malice — a cold so bitterly frigid that even the coldest nights of the Land Betwixt above would shy from their severity.

Those sounds were more than shrieks from the dark, they were songs from Hell itself.

Tip.

Tap.

Something wandering on foul, demonic legs crept towards the thin light of above that seeped down the shaded stairwell.

And it could see so clearly the Hunting man pressed between a cracked corridor, with flesh oh so fresh, and a heart beating oh so fast.

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@Laue That was the intention of Memeria, they are powerful objects formed from memories. They fulfill the role of magic as well as 'signature' equipment, so to speak.

@Shienvien That is how I see it. Also, i haven't closed the RP to submissions because of the drop rate of players in the first few turbulent weeks of a RPs life.

@Renny Looks good, pop Important in the character Tab and post whenever you're ready.

@Dark Jack Well then, welcome to our ranks. We would be happy to accept you.

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@Laue you'd have to expand on that.

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It's still open, but we're running at 11 (I think) player characters at this point, so make any further submissions the best they can be.

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@Laue

Honestly I love the way you all write, it's so varied and exciting. I guess the awesome thing about being surrounded by such varied writing talents is that you are constantly improving just by being involved. It's a great hobby to have :)

And hell, for English not being your native tongue, your writing is top-notch. You're right about it being from Maldron's perspective, too! But I originally came to RPG for the sole purpose of improving my writing. I started in Free about two years ago, and quickly moved up. I think you'll find yourself in a lot more advanced RPs if you give yourself time to absorb the subtle differences between sections. But you'll do fine here, and you're in good company too :)

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*Reads Ink Blood's post*

*Prepares to add to Death Count*

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@KuroTenshi The intent of the opening in te OOC was that those footprints belong to the Turncloak, but I don't mind if you play it out as though they belonged to a random wanderer.

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N P C C h a r a c t e r

The Rusted Knight

S t a t u s
ALIVE

He was a man once, wasn’t he? Possibly even a knight, but maybe he had just been a brigand who stole the now rusted armor and claymore. He was a man amongst the living with a life and a story… right? He resembled a man at the very least, although his skin was discolored and drawn tight over his bones from starvation, dehydration, and the many deaths he has suffered. Surely he could have not just been born to this land of death and misery, but there was nothing left of his life if there was a life before this land. Nothing… except for her and the bastard that had stolen her from him. She was his… she was his. HIS.

No… no, she wasn’t. Not anymore. He had stolen her from him, but how? How had he stolen her? Did he kill her or woo her? It was impossible to tell anymore. All he remembered was this land now, the blurred face of a woman and another man, but that bastard was in this land with him. He had reawakened him from his slumber slumped up against one of the petrified trees. He killed him, but his body vanished from beneath his boot. The bastard had returned though and managed to escape with only a gash on his side. Now he must stalk the bastard and make him suffer like he has suffered.

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References to memories should be subtle, but they will be recognisable. You might think that a sentence or phrase sounds really familiar, so make sure you're in point with knowing your own memories.