EnigmatikA veritable flood of interest! Consider a fire lit beneath me, and I'll have the RP proper up this afternoon.
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@Penny Accepting that the bad end is inevitable is an important first step! Glad to have your interest.
Looks like there are enough people for me to push ahead with this, so Ill be putting the OOC together over the next day or so!
Looks like there are enough people for me to push ahead with this, so Ill be putting the OOC together over the next day or so!
@Prosaic Glad to have your interest!
@Dark Cloud I'm a big believer of making an RP to fit the players, rather than trying to force players to fit the RP, so I'm pretty easy-going when it comes to the Casual/Advanced levels. Whatever level you're happy with, I can work with.
@Dark Cloud I'm a big believer of making an RP to fit the players, rather than trying to force players to fit the RP, so I'm pretty easy-going when it comes to the Casual/Advanced levels. Whatever level you're happy with, I can work with.
@sassy1085 If you like your horror cosmic and inevitable, then hopefully this can scratch that itch!
@Dark Cloud Glad to have caught your interest! I'm still on the fence about how much I want to borrow from Call of Cthulhu as a system, as I know people blow hot and cold on dice rolls, but character concepts will definitely still work. I'll wait to see (hopefully) a few more people show interest, and then I'll roll out the OOC to give you a better idea of mechanics/character sheets
In This Fine Town Of Arkham
A Night At Wilde Hall
"What lay behind our joint love of shadows and marvels was, no doubt, the ancient, mouldering, and subtly fearsome town in which we live – witch-cursed, legend-haunted Arkham, whose huddled, sagging gambrel roofs and crumbling Georgian balustrades brood out the centuries beside the darkly muttering Miskatonic." - H. P. Lovecraft
Premise
Avery Wildes is old money. It is said that her ancestor was one of the first to set foot in the place that would become Arkham, and her families history has been intertwined with the city ever since. Her family has always been close to the beating heart of the city, and Avery is no exception. The balls and parties hosted at Wilde Hall are near-legendary, and by brushing shoulders with the rich and powerful of Arkham, Avery has ensured that her family will not fade into obscurity. Her husband's recent sudden death has done nothing to dampen these gatherings, in fact they seem only to have spurred the hostess onwards.
You have heard of these parties, perhaps you have even crossed paths with the Wildes family, but you were still not expecting to find an invitation arriving at your door. Somehow, you have caught Avery's attention, and as the night of the gathering approaches, you find your attention turning towards who else might have received these mysterious invitations. The only information you have received is a date, a time of arrival, and an instruction that this particular event will be a masquerade ball, and that your title for the evening has already been chosen for you. But you know there is more to it than that. Invitation or not, there is something you need in Wilde Hall, something that is calling to you, haunting your very dreams...
Overview
Setting: Lovecraft's Arkham, and the surrounding area
Time Frame: 1920's Prohibition-era America
RP Tags: Historical, High Casual, Advanced, Large Group, Eldritch Horror, Mystery, Tabletop
Characters: Journalists, students, professors, detectives, criminals, socialites, private investigators
Themes: A period mystery drama, with a heavy dose of Lovecraftian horror. Your character will have their own personal motivations for attending the Wilde Hall ball, as well as goals as a group with your fellow PC's.
Style: I'm looking for three or four paragraphs per post as a minimum. I'm not too fussed if this ends up in the Casual or Advanced sections, but I'll still be expecting regular and engaging posts.
Thank you to everyone that's taken the time to read this far! This is an Interest Check for an idea I've been playing with for a while. This RP will be drawing inspiration from the roleplaying system Call of Cthulhu, as well as from the Lovecraftian mythos as a whole, but with my own spin on things. Expect mystery, suspense, and horror that is terrifying to behold! I've tried not to overload with information, so consider this a taster. If you have any more questions, please do ask away, and I'll do my best to provide some answers! Looking forward to hearing from you all.
In This Fine Town Of Arkham
A Night At Wilde Hall
"What lay behind our joint love of shadows and marvels was, no doubt, the ancient, mouldering, and subtly fearsome town in which we live – witch-cursed, legend-haunted Arkham, whose huddled, sagging gambrel roofs and crumbling Georgian balustrades brood out the centuries beside the darkly muttering Miskatonic." - H. P. Lovecraft
Premise
Avery Wildes is old money. It is said that her ancestor was one of the first to set foot in the place that would become Arkham, and her families history has been intertwined with the city ever since. Her family has always been close to the beating heart of the city, and Avery is no exception. The balls and parties hosted at Wilde Hall are near-legendary, and by brushing shoulders with the rich and powerful of Arkham, Avery has ensured that her family will not fade into obscurity. Her husband's recent sudden death has done nothing to dampen these gatherings, in fact they seem only to have spurred the hostess onwards.
You have heard of these parties, perhaps you have even crossed paths with the Wildes family, but you were still not expecting to find an invitation arriving at your door. Somehow, you have caught Avery's attention, and as the night of the gathering approaches, you find your attention turning towards who else might have received these mysterious invitations. The only information you have received is a date, a time of arrival, and an instruction that this particular event will be a masquerade ball, and that your title for the evening has already been chosen for you. But you know there is more to it than that. Invitation or not, there is something you need in Wilde Hall, something that is calling to you, haunting your very dreams...
Overview
Setting: Lovecraft's Arkham, and the surrounding area
Time Frame: 1920's Prohibition-era America
RP Tags: Historical, High Casual, Advanced, Large Group, Eldritch Horror, Mystery, Tabletop
Characters: Journalists, students, professors, detectives, criminals, socialites, private investigators
Themes: A period mystery drama, with a heavy dose of Lovecraftian horror. Your character will have their own personal motivations for attending the Wilde Hall ball, as well as goals as a group with your fellow PC's.
Style: I'm looking for three or four paragraphs per post as a minimum. I'm not too fussed if this ends up in the Casual or Advanced sections, but I'll still be expecting regular and engaging posts.
Thank you to everyone that's taken the time to read this far! This is an Interest Check for an idea I've been playing with for a while. This RP will be drawing inspiration from the roleplaying system Call of Cthulhu, as well as from the Lovecraftian mythos as a whole, but with my own spin on things. Expect mystery, suspense, and horror that is terrifying to behold! I've tried not to overload with information, so consider this a taster. If you have any more questions, please do ask away, and I'll do my best to provide some answers! Looking forward to hearing from you all.
Sorry to see that this is coming to an end. I really enjoyed my stint as Cillian (and the gradual pace worked nicely for how much free time I have had recently), but you've got to look after yourself first, and if the spark isn't there, then the spark isn't there. Best wishes, and give yourself plenty of time to grieve, but I'll be sure to keep an eye out for your next project.
For a moment, Cillian held his breath. His offer seemed to hang in the air, fragile, and as the unusual pair glanced at each other, he did not know which way their decision would fall. He had spent much of his life rubbing shoulders with strangers, and he had always found an ease in forming brief, fleeting moments of companionship, but even so, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation. Not for the first time, it was the small frame of Calvin that came to the wandering bards aid. Cillian's face broke into a wide grin as he watched the elf-maidens shoulders shrug. For the next brief moment at least, Cillian would have company, and most importantly, a potential audience.
As Saskia called for a drink, Cillian followed her lead, signalling not only a mead for himself, but also three hot meals. Calvin had made it clear that he wouldn't turn down some food, and if the elf wasn't hungry, then Cillian's growling stomach would certainly be willing to pick up the slack. He listened intently as the pair continued to bicker, his face not showing any sign of the thoughts whirling through his mind. The clear dislike of the Blackwood in Saskia's voice may go some way to crushing his initial ideas of creating an unusual travelling party, but that same bile in her words suggested that he was right when he suspected that she knew more about what lurked in the shadows than she might have already told him.
The sun was dipping towards the horizon as they continued to talk, but Cillian had already conceded himself to the fact that his long dreamed about voyage into the calling darkness would have to wait at least until dawn. If he had to spend an evening in this strange city, then he could think of worse places than in a bustling tavern! A lull in the conversation alerted the bard to the fact that his input was required, and the thread tugged him back to the moment. Two expectant faces were looking at him from across the table, but Cillian's smile did not falter. A lifetime of a wandering mind had instilled in Cillian the ability to have his ears act almost independently, and it took only a moment for the thread to remind him of the question that had been levelled at him. Cillian's relaxed smile broke into a wide grin, and he felt the fire in his heart begin to burn brighter again. The tavern was beginning to fill as the evening drew in, and Cillian was careful to raise his voice a little, both to be heard above the bustling noise, but also with the intention that if there was curious ears nearby, they would be able to hear his words.
"Why am I drawn to the Blackwood? For the same reason that the baby bird leaps from it's nest. It is in my blood. All of my life, I knew that my path would lead me here, that I would travel across the river and into the heart of darkness itself. Will I go in alone? I admit, I do not yet know. The Blackwood has haunted my dreams, it's call like that of a siren, but those dreams only show my path, they do not show whether I walk alone, or with other's at my side. Perhaps before this night is out I will have a companion, perhaps there are comrades waiting for me across the river, or perhaps I am destined to travel into the darkness alone. For now though, I am happy to eat, drink and be merry, for only the gods know what the new day will bring!"
A tankard of mead had arrived at Cillian's elbow, and he was quick to grab it, raising it across the table towards the unlikely pair. His smile was wide and warm, his eyes flashing in the firelight that lit the tavern.
"To your good health, friends, and to being merry!"
As Saskia called for a drink, Cillian followed her lead, signalling not only a mead for himself, but also three hot meals. Calvin had made it clear that he wouldn't turn down some food, and if the elf wasn't hungry, then Cillian's growling stomach would certainly be willing to pick up the slack. He listened intently as the pair continued to bicker, his face not showing any sign of the thoughts whirling through his mind. The clear dislike of the Blackwood in Saskia's voice may go some way to crushing his initial ideas of creating an unusual travelling party, but that same bile in her words suggested that he was right when he suspected that she knew more about what lurked in the shadows than she might have already told him.
The sun was dipping towards the horizon as they continued to talk, but Cillian had already conceded himself to the fact that his long dreamed about voyage into the calling darkness would have to wait at least until dawn. If he had to spend an evening in this strange city, then he could think of worse places than in a bustling tavern! A lull in the conversation alerted the bard to the fact that his input was required, and the thread tugged him back to the moment. Two expectant faces were looking at him from across the table, but Cillian's smile did not falter. A lifetime of a wandering mind had instilled in Cillian the ability to have his ears act almost independently, and it took only a moment for the thread to remind him of the question that had been levelled at him. Cillian's relaxed smile broke into a wide grin, and he felt the fire in his heart begin to burn brighter again. The tavern was beginning to fill as the evening drew in, and Cillian was careful to raise his voice a little, both to be heard above the bustling noise, but also with the intention that if there was curious ears nearby, they would be able to hear his words.
"Why am I drawn to the Blackwood? For the same reason that the baby bird leaps from it's nest. It is in my blood. All of my life, I knew that my path would lead me here, that I would travel across the river and into the heart of darkness itself. Will I go in alone? I admit, I do not yet know. The Blackwood has haunted my dreams, it's call like that of a siren, but those dreams only show my path, they do not show whether I walk alone, or with other's at my side. Perhaps before this night is out I will have a companion, perhaps there are comrades waiting for me across the river, or perhaps I am destined to travel into the darkness alone. For now though, I am happy to eat, drink and be merry, for only the gods know what the new day will bring!"
A tankard of mead had arrived at Cillian's elbow, and he was quick to grab it, raising it across the table towards the unlikely pair. His smile was wide and warm, his eyes flashing in the firelight that lit the tavern.
"To your good health, friends, and to being merry!"
@POOHEAD189 Cillian is still present, and thirsty for adventure!
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