SleepingSilence

The Alphabet Game : Metal Bands Version

Those poor souls above will be so hard to look up.

Wilderun

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

Done. Now anyone can look at the first OOC page, and let me know whenever you'd like me to edit or add anything.

I know individuals can turn off signatures and etc. So hopefully, nobody will be too weirded out by my banner showing up below the notes. XD

I wish I could hide it for that post specifically. (But I suppose anyone else who cares, can already do something about it.)

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

Everdark IC Notes

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Where Is Everyone?

Above The Everdark
No one.

In The Upper Levels
Hecate, Mortimer, Vinashy

In The Lower Levels
Dylirius, Phaid, Scri'erk, Sword, The Spore that Speaks, Yvaine, Zarroy

Location Unknown
Scraps, Sha'yirr

Important Note about traversing the Everdark: No one in or outside the Everdark, has a one-hundred percent complete and accurate map. For there’s too many secret entrances, shortcuts, passageways and tunnels that go into both the higher and lower levels. But it remains true that some ‘long-lived’ inhabitants know far more than others do.

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What’s Happening Now?

In The Upper Levels
Hecate and Vinashy cross paths for the first time, in a long abandoned goblin territory. With the female wraith not seeming to get along with the vampire. Though Mortimer greets them soon after, and manages to convince the pair to get along, and travel with him to rebuild the Everdark.

However, their search in the upper level had yet find anything more than rats. Or at least, until the sound of fleeing footsteps would prompt the awakened undead to suggest proceeding with caution.

In The Lower Levels
Zarroy was carrying a young goblin into the Slumbering Lantern. Since both were given a task from someone named Isatar, to find more survivors. Ending up finding Scri'erk's web, and where she lived within a large gash inside the building’s wall. Currently settling tensions about the onyx golem accidentally breaking some of the giant spider’s web. Leading to Scri'erk hungrily offering her assistance.
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Yvain had left her barracks somewhere, and started finding the dead strung up in Scri’erk’s webs. Wandering into a graveyard campsite of her fellow dark elves, and ending up going into a nearby tunnel, where a living sword lays on the ground, next to two freshly-fallen bodies. However, things didn't start off well between wielder and weapon. As Yvain was struggling to forge a bond with the sentient steel.
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Inside one of the larger caverns, now filled with many colorful mushrooms and flora. The Spore That Speaks is gardening there, and creating a forest from the numerous dead bodies. Until Dylirius had rushed in to quell his own self-inflicted hunger, and started interacting with him. Asking if the Spore needed anything, before the lesser demon moved on. But not before a rat-breathed Bullywug had approached them and asked Dylirius for some mind-altering substances.

Though unbeknowst to Phaid and his clan, they were all alive and well, in spite of the massacre.

Places In The Everdark (Pages Introduced.)

Slumbering Lantern (Page 1, Post 2): A small gathering of buildings in the lower levels. Where its main light sources seemed to invoke drowsiness. But the buildings were all ruined, and for the most part demolished, save for its namesake.

Notable Things (That Have Already Happened.)

• Our story begins where the unnamed massacre happened exactly six weeks prior. Leaving the countless bodies of adventurers and the dungeon’s occupants scattered about every level. With many living in the Everdark, still trying to pick up the pieces and locate other survivors within the wreckage.

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Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Birdboy No worries. Mistakes happen. I should know.

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Dark Cloud Okay. I put it in a hider. So it won't be a full page then. ^-^'

I guess, let me know if something needs to be revised? So it can be unhidden, and be something others can look at, when they choose.

Edit: Oh, shoot. I realized you can post the notes in OOC. And I posted in IC. I can change that too. Just let me know what works. It wasn't showing up at first, for some reason.

I won't post it again, unless you give me confirmation. (But I (or you) can delete the IC one. And I can put the notes in a hider, in the OOC.)

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Actually, I dunno. Can the notes be hidden and unhidden by everyone? Or do I need to put it back in a hider instead? Haven't gotten to test the 0th post, in groups yet.

Edit: I just put it in a hider, because I'm not sure yet. ^-^'

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Is your note going to be put somewhere that's easy for us to look at?

@Tally Dor

Well, that'll depend. A Gm (or Co-Gm) would be able to put it in a "PAGE 0". Something that's easily seen at the top page & hideable when it's not needed. So certainly, if I can get that spot. Or alternatively, I @ the GM to update it when I do.

Then, assuming that works out. You can @ me. For any worthy updates that you think I need to add. (If I happen to miss something.)

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

Went back and edited the notes. (Minor updates to fit the IC, and changes to one section. Because I think the 'list' function works better when it will inevitably be added to. Opposed to 'What's Happening Now?' Where it may change from scene to scene.)

@Dark Cloud (I know I rolled snake eyes in Speech. :P) But I only wanted to make sure everyone knew why I was made into a CO-GM. To keep notes and IC updates. So it wouldn't cause trouble. And I think it'll be much easier in the future, if that title was given.

But I'm also okay with just @'ing you for future changes? Or posting them infrequently to the OOC like a timed event? I'll leave that up to you.

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Interacting With: @Martian @Moon Man

The lesser demon immediately stepped in front of the camouflaged Spore. I can smell you coming... Dylirius thought in disgust, as he turned around to face the sword-wielding stranger. With his impulsive actions, likely to be perceived as defensive by the swordsman. From the way Dylirius presented himself, in his equally brazen approach toward the battle-savvy Bullywug. Especially, since he didn’t seem to have any visible weapon. Nor did his paws ever reach for the satchel that was carried on his backside. Being able to see the cat’s scrutinizing eyes and relaxed stance. Both suggesting that he relied heavily on his excellent agility and reflexes. Because how else could one interpret the friendly smile that Dylirius displayed shortly thereafter?

Either the medicine man believed that he could outrun a warrior—or he was simply unafraid of injury or death. At least, that was Dylirius’ best assumption of what was going through the foul-smelling toad’s head. Soon-to-be reminded of why he was frequently grinding and chewing on various pieces of fragrant herbs or flower petals. Not saying anything about how many times he bathed, in order to keep the Everdark’s stenches off of him. But there were still certain odors that his sensitive nostrils adjusted to quicker, and therefore tolerated much better than others. So sure, it might’ve seemed strange to be unaffected by the death and decay surrounding him. However, nothing was worse than the cruel scent of freshly-eaten meat guts.

Though he tried his damndest to appear friendly regardless. “Oh, I don’t require true payment from my fellow Everdark dwellers.” Dylirius declared in an upbeat tone. Sounding delighted to advertise himself to others—since he was very likely one of the newest creatures within the Everdark. Only known by anyone else here, for his effective treatments and boundless generosity. And he intended to keep it that way.

“Name’s, Dylirius.” The demon greeted, while briefly tipping his oversized hat toward the Bullywug. “And yes, I can provide you with that substance.” Dylirius confirmed, without as much build up as he was used to giving. Just in case his armed customer wasn’t so patient. “But I don’t have those precise ingredients on me now. So you’d have to wait here for a moment, and let me work.” Dylirius offered, with his paw casually extended. Not minding whether he had his hand shaken or not. “But I assure you that it would be most worth the wait. Sir-” Dylirius appealed with a pause, to get the stranger’s name. Using the prefix out of belief that his ilk would feel slighted, if it wasn’t used. Since the human knights were always obsessed over their worthless titles.