Sigurd

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

I am going to make a post later on today, guys. Just letting you know.

Empire of Bones - Fantasy adventure RP

@NowIGiveUpI will let you know if I am still game later on today. I have to figure out what my schedule is gonna be in the next few weeks.

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I will post later on today.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@ONLI am kidding. I did make the initials resemble Faye Desdemona's initials on purpose. It seemed like an interesting thing to do. You can choose whether there's a real connection or not, though. :-)

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@ONL@T Risket
I've no idea what you're talking about.

My Hider

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No worries, it was clear.

The Lord of the Rings

Finally managed to post.

@Sigurd
A case of mistaken identity XD

@Tombprince

With the wizard?

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It has been a real bummer for me, too.

@Pirouette

It is a bit annoying. Well, at least you all know everything is moving slowly. It's not like it's mine or anyone else's fault.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

The application errors I keep getting really prevent me from posting when I have time... I'd apologize, but it's not my fault. I managed to make a post, although a short one. Let's see where we go now.

And good stuff so far, everyone!

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

Emil Günther

Physical state: meticulously observing
Mental state: bored

Too curious. Emil couldn't help taking a glance at this professor as he went through what he couldn't call anything but desk trash of the late Atkins. Too secretive. Papers, bills, notes, envelopes, coffee stains holding together parchments of planned lectures, pieces of old pens and new pens still whole, clips, a rusty coin or two falling out of the drawer and ringing on the floor. He's not telling me everything. Emil picked up the coin that lay at his shoe, returned it into the drawer. Atkins's documents and desk smelled of old library shelves used only seldom, and of damp cold tomes that they hold. g = 9.81 m/s^2 He pulled out the second drawer and realized the knob he grabbed broke and remained in his hand. Took a few seconds. Burst. Knobhead. He put it on the table and started going through the contents of the desk. He felt as if he had opened the first drawer again, and wondered if Dr Steiner had a more divergent pile of rubbish to examine. What a boring office: heaps of nothing everywhere, everything containing nothing.

He picked detached knob and shot it across the room like a marble. Thunnng. It hit the metal tray on the small cupboard near the window. A bird fluttered and flew away and he saw it through the dirty window. Hollow bones. Unlike ours. They propel themselves high. Not even wax ones for Atkins. Emil returned to the desk and slammed the open drawer shut, but the broken thing didn't hold and it fell on the floor and the bottom of it splintered. Underneath it, in a secret double bottom, something pale showed itself.

”Professor,” he said kneeling down, and ”I've got something,” getting up.

He shook the envelope to dust it off and blew on it to finish the job. It had no mark and no address was written on it -- a simple beige envelope, from a grocery store. But it bore a set of initials written large in purple cursive -- F. D. -- preceded by a preposition to, in black.

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After Vamyr's knock, the inscription burned away with a hiss of a silent firework. Suddenly: silence. The flames of the lantern turn as still as stone, and the smoke ceases to swirl. Not a living breath is heard. Then, from within the marked room, there comes a tap of wood hitting wood, and the stillness is broken in a second by a bang of a muffled thunder that clears the hallway air and leaves it with a faint scent of whetstone shards which disappears almost as fast as it came.

The door slowly opens, and from the small gap appears a serious face, old, wrinkled, and grey-bearded, with a pipe between the lips. The body which bears it is tall, despite the age, and clad in long dark blue garments under a dark grey cloak damaged on the edges by the elements. The body rests on a dark wooden staff the top of which is as white as a birch tree, and branched like one, too. The grey eyes shine curiously. After at least a whole minute of motionlessness, he blinks, says:

''I am already liking you, Vamyr Turambar. You did knock. Just as I have instructed you. Albeit in an ancient mode of elvish. Why, I am a what they call a wizard! And a wizard must be mysterious, must he not?!'' His lips then twist into what under the long beard seemed a smile. '' Aelin, Thurin, Ellaryn, Calariel, and of course, Vamyr... '' He squints, as if counting their heads; but soon his face morphs into a brooding expression, and in sudden haste, as if they were to blame for his inaction, he says: ''Come, now! All of you! No more claptrap! There is no time!'' The wizard bites his white pipe and starts hurriedly ushering everyone into the room with his free hand and tapping on the floor with the staff in the other.