Snarl

Demons and Gate Keepers

So I haven't exactly fleshed the idea out- so here's the gist of it:

Hell is organized. If you are born to one of the four races in hell- then this determines the role you play in the grand scheme of things.

If you are born Oni- you are meant for a life of work and toil. Brutality and torture are your modes of dealing with everything. War oriented demons (mostly soldiers) and labor workers are born to these ogre giants.

Those that are born Succubi are whores. Simple as that. Hell is a place of debauchery for those who are not sentenced to suffer there. Succubi offer their services for money and power- so they are often the richest and most well connected.

The Fallen are not born- they are made. These demons were once beautiful angels. And now they are twisted and contorted versions of their former selves. They are often the fastest and own the most slaves.

And finally, albeit sadly, if you are born Lesser then this means only one thing- you are no better off than a slave. Lesser demons are the henchmen to the other races. They often do the dirty work that the higher ups would prefer not to. They are the poorest, the weakest, and do not own anything other than the skin on their backs. Lesser born do, however, watch out for one another and know well what community is. They take on the forms of beastly demons, goblins, and bat-like demons- rarely are they humanoid, since these forms are usually the weakest.

Your birth determines where you live- also. Hell, for this roleplay, will be a city. This city has three distinct sections- The top most tier is where the demon lords live with their families. The middle is where the wealthy live (most succubi and Fallen). While the bottom tier is where Oni live. The Lesser live nowhere.

First Possible Plot

Now, every year, Satan holds a game. It's celebrated all throughout the city and is looked at as more of a festival than a game. This games purpose? To turn hell on its head.

Premise of the Game:

Birthright and place do not matter. Simply put it is a race. This race will be held in the City. The goal is to catch a three headed goat. Simple, right? Just entice it with some lettuce and all is well, right?

Not so much. Those that participate are to feed the goat their Vipe, which is the equivalent to humans soul- but when a demons Vipe is taken from them they can never be reborn again and if they die, they die for all eternity.

Plus the goat doesn't care for lettuce as much.

In fact, it's actually suicidal.

Yes this goats goal is to kill itself and everyone that participates in the race with it.

So why then play? The havoc this game unleashes upon the city almost levels it each year, so why?

Power, thats why. The winner receives more Sol (the currency) than they can think of. A legion of their own. Power. Fame. The whole lot. It's a chance for a Fallen to be recognized by Satan as an equal. A chance for a Lesser to be recognized at all.

or

Second Possible Plot

Demons have found a portal into the human world. These portals are often guarded by Gate Keepers- demons that patrol the boarders and kill unauthorized demons from leaving hell. After the issue of the rogue portal being discovered, the Gate Keepers look for the idiot in their group who caused this trouble. It is now their job to seal the Gate and collect the escaped demons to return balance to the worlds.

In this rp players can be either a Gate keeper or an escaped demon. It will take place out in the human world.

My Rules/Clarifications:
-Guild rules apply
-No sex. I know that I mentioned Succubi but no sex. Just fade to black if you find that necessary. The point of the Succubi is to have a manipulative flirt that can talk their way out of anything with their sex appeal.
-Please kill off your characters. We can always make new ones or we can bring your character back.

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Sorry guys, i was involved in a bad scenario recently. Im still waiting on snarl before i can post.

@Happy Go Lucky

Sorry to hear that D: I'll be editing my post in a bit.

Honestly guys ya'll are probably going to be seeing very little of me for the next few days. I'm so sorry that I've been slacking ;A; I mean you guys seem to be holding up pretty well, judging from the lack of noti's I've gotten, but still I hate promising something and never following through on it.

That being said- Does anyone want to be co-gm? I need the help c:

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@Snarl Nice post!

@Uruvion

Oh sorry I didn't see this! Thank you ;u;

Btw everyone! I have some important school things to get to today- deadlines and all that jazz. So I'll be gone today. I'm going to try and get the rest of my post tonight and bring Veltis into town with Jere. And start posting for Trevant- where he and his daughter'll explain the premise of the place and assign rooms to the characters and all that.

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And now I got a really awkward transition thanks to your impatience.

Seriously if you're still waiting for @Pirouette to post who's been almost like two weeks since doing anything. Don't see why you don't extend the same courtesy of giving me the time to get that post up. Rather than solving the scene I've written myself into and leaving me to figure out how to resolve my post given that apparently he stood still long enough to watch all of what happened.

@Jerkchicken

Hello yes sorry for the inconvenience- but we are actually not waiting on Pirouette, since they have already told us that they would be attending to school matters. Based on your isolated posting history I believe we all expected you to post much later. Your group was the last to finish up- Uruvion took it upon themselves to wrap up this quest so people that have been waiting for a week could finally start posting IC again.

Again sorry- but we really just wanted to move things along. And I mean there are ways where you could post around what happened- Maybe Miercoles was about to do something but was distracted or something critical came up and he could not do anything. Maybe Vance jumped the gun and attacked before Miercoles could even ready himself idk

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Gian

*warning, it gets really nasty

The creature walked out in the field-made-hell alone but not alone. The dead around him were twisted and contorted, gnarled by their struggle and last earthly fight. Their eyes, bloated and yellowed, bulged up from their bloodless sockets, staring blankly up past him- perhaps to a god- as he passed by them. The bodies were charred from unholy flames. The smell of them clung to his face and hands. He noted the faces of boys and girls he had seen run through the streets of Maplestead years ago- when they were merry and care-free. Now they were bloodied and mangled. He saw the faces of old men and lame men. women who were mothers. Of course he even saw bodies without faces. And faces without bodies.

As he walked he came to the conclusion that those that had died were either too young or too old or too shredded to be used for what he wanted. In fact, most were not worthy for parts because they were so blackened by flames. He regretted choosing this gate. The man, cloaked in black, has only been drawn to the east gate because of the blood curdling screams he had heard. They excited him. By the gods, they reminded him of the early days in the War- when the killings drenched the earth a dark soapy red.

A moan drew him out of his nostalgic thoughts. The necromancer turned his black gaze on to the face of a young man, who writhed on the ground, attempting to turn on his side to stand up- but without an arm or legs. One of this mans eyes was dangling against his cheek, smacking against it like a deflated blue balloon. Intrigued, the man crouched next to this delirious boy and considered him for a moment before speaking,

"The gods sure hate you, lad. Wonder what you did to deserve such a fate.." The single working eye turned and looked up at the necromancer. Perhaps it was the gray face of the stranger or maybe he believed that Death had come to collect him- but the dying man tried to speak. However, no words could be made without most of his teeth and a tongue full of holes. The impostor of Death smiled and watched the man bleed out- he watched the life leave his eyes.

Shortly after this the man began to piece his way through the bodies. Dirtying himself with their blood and their decay. He cut apart those that he believed best for body parts- he took arms, hands with wedding rings, feet- he avoided legs and torsos because he had neglected to bring the proper tools. Once he collected what he wanted he returned to the small mule drawn cart. The mule widened its eyes at his approach- for she was not in fact a mule but a girl that had been cursed by the necromancer years ago. He tossed the body parts into the cart carelessly- covering them with a tarp. He then began to talk to her as they walked back into town through the sewer-way.

"You know, Balbasa," for that was what he called the mule despite it not being her true name, "I did not want to watch the boy die earlier... I did. But, you see, something compelled me to end his life quickly. I did not, of course, but I wanted to. It was the strangest feeling." The mule nervously nickered.

They arrived in the slums of Maplestead soon enough and were soon lost among the lower-class fashion of dressing in dark fabric and hauling mule drawn carts with tarps over them.

He soon heard talk of Heroes arriving back from battle. That they would all be gathered at the Tavern of Heroes. The creature had no interest in the living. In fact he was sure that he and these heroes would never cross paths.

"we've failed to gather sufficient parts, little Balbasa. Let us head to the next gate and gather at least a whole, strong body." Again, his only reply was the nervous whiny of his mule.

After walking some ways- the pair found themselves at the North gate. There the guards, assuming that they were the war field clean up crew or something, allowed them passage outside. Once the gates were hastily closed behind them they surveyed the battlefield. It lacked the charred and burned earth from East gate- but the carnage was equally as disturbing. More shredded faces here- no doubt by some massive animal, although he could not see one anywhere nearby.

@UruvionPerhaps it was how his armor glinted in the light- but the face down body of Vance caught the body collectors eye. The man skirted across the field, giddy and excited like a child, toward this find. And, yes, upon his approach he noted that whoever this person was- they were indeed the proper proportions and of good health. He turned Vance over with his hands- the blood had not left his face! no doubt he had died not moments ago. Vance's armor made it hard for the necromancer to see that he was still shallowly breathing.

"Gods- I've lucked out. A little wear and tear on that shoulder- but otherwise!" And he stooped down next to the body, he began to unbuckle the armor,

"Just need to get this damned- ugh- tinfoil heap off of'em." In the process of doing this, however, his fingers brushed against Vance's skin and he could tell that the other man was alive. Disgusted he drew back,

"No..." He groaned, his hopes dashed. He'd really hoped to have had a chance with a proper specimen. The slums only ever offered sickly bums and druggies. Perhaps.. he could kill this man here? He could! He could and that would solve his problem.

Gian reached in to his cloak and withdrew a sacrificial knife, ready to plunge it into Vance's throat- but he was scared from this act in the last second from someone by the gates, calling out suddenly.

He hid the knife and glanced back- a medic! Damn, the odds of that. The man sprung up and ran to his cart, jumping on the back of his mule and jerkily riding away.

The medic, accompanied by Eve, was at once by Vance's side. He drew the man up,

"Let's get out of here, son. The gods know- that man looked insane."

With the help of some guards the medic helped Vance to the clinic, where he was treated for his wounds and kept under close observation until he was to wake next.

Jere

*will edit in later I'm too tired ;A;

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@Uruvion I'm going to make Gian try and eat Vance or something o v o

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@Snarl Sooo... in our down-time PM chat, we're "at a tavern" already. Should we just assume we're at the Tavern of Heroes? Or should we transition to there?

@Dragonite777

Hmmm.. I'd say transition. Because you're changing a whole line of conversation- plus no one knows outside of your group what you've all been talking about. So continuing the same thread of conversation into the IC would be confusing for everyone else. You guys can keep the downtime as canon and stuff. But move into the Tavern for Heroes with everyone else.

I hope that doesn't cause any problems for you guys? I just want everyone to be on the same page c:

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World Post

*Time: mid-afternoon. Around 3-ish.

Watchmen, young lads armed with crossbows, were posted just above the gates- watching the battles to later on report what exactly had happened to the volunteers. Their dual function, as well, was to shoot anyone that could have been overpowered and controlled by a demon. Luckily for these green boys nothing of the sort happened- and when the battles came to their conclusions, they signaled to the guards below to open the gates.

As the gates opened and the survivors made their way inside, they were met by not only guards but horse carts meant for the wounded that could not walk. A priest and a small entourage of religious affiliates stood by, praying for the dead and blessing the wounded. No cheers. No congratulations- for those that saw the carnage that lay beyond the gates were somber despite the victory.

"You are all heroes!" said someone at the gate, "please- visit the Tavern of Heroes and claim your place there. You will be fed and a doctor has been hired to tend to the wounded there."

Many, however, chose to head directly to the clinic and then to their homes-renouncing the life of Hero right there.

The Tavern of Heroes

Trevant Burnell sat on the bar, reading over the agreement that he had signed with the palace. They had hosted some sort of event that he was meant to agree to accepting the winners of. In fact- they had dropped a whole sack of gold on the exact bar that he sat on that very morning- claiming that it was the payment that these heroes would receive, if they wished to carry on as heroes, of course. Such a strange catch, thought the war veteran, for they had risked their lives- yet would only be paid if they chose to keep risking their lives? won't sit well with some of'em, he thought again, for he knew those who didn't care much for reading between the fine print- that they were the type to throw an axe between yer eyes and take all the gold. He was sure there were a few of those types running around in those that signed up.

The old man wasn't too keen on giving room and board to a bunch of strangers- his establishment was a place of trust- but their bravery was admirable, he had to admit. Anyone that would risk their lives for the Peace was trustworthy enough for him. He glanced at the gold, however, and thought again. It was truly rare to find people interested in something other than their pockets, though. He shook this thoughts from his head- no matter, he would judge these people based on his own gut feeling when he met them.

Trevant had promised that he would provide healing potions and remedies for those that came in- since he believed that providing his own medical treatment bonded people together- it was a kinship tactic he had learned from the war. Your brother was your brother not by the blood you shared but by the wounds that they helped you mend.

He heard the tramping of footsteps- an oncoming crowd- just outside the Tavern. Trevant looked over at his daughter, Lucia, who was cleaning off some of the tables. She caught his eye and nodded, dropping the rag on the table and walking toward the front door to open it.

"Hello and welcome to the Tavern of Heroes!" She chimed with a smile as she looked out at the weary and beaten heroes,

"Who wants some ale?"

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I won't be able to post during most of the weekend, but I'll be back Sunday evening. I'm going to assume that some warm-hearted do-gooder will take what's left of Vance to the nearest clinic.

@Uruvion

Or Gian'll find him .o.

The world post is up- I hope it's enough for people to work off of ;u; the heroes will be paid at the Tavern and given a chance to sign up to become official Heroes of Maplestead after they are fed, maybe drunk, rested and healed.

Gunna work on my Gian post finally this guy arrives xD

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@Snarl I think all that's left is your group. We'z gettin fdrunk at the tavern XD

@Dragonite777

Nah our group's done. I couldve sworn though that there was one group left *checks*-

Oh wait yeah we are done .o. *was and is not ready* uhhhh I'll have a world post up later guys. I'm on mobile rn and idk when I'll be getting home.

btw just as a general- where do you guys say the most townspeople died? I wanna say south gate.. but east gate had a lot of explosions so...