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Welcome To Pleasant Hill

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Welcome Townsfolk,

Welcome to your new home, we find ourselves in the city limits of Pleasant Hill, an idyllic place of residence for all manner of families and single people. We have the best high school around for those families with those raucous young ones, maybe pop wants to go for a night of bowling and cards with his buddies over at Stanley’s Alleyway, or maybe even the ladies in the family want to shop ‘till they drop in this here new mall we got built last year, golly we have it all so there’s no reason to leave since you’re here.

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This roleplay will be in the same vein as the movie Pleasantville, added with the initially mysterious decade hopping suburbian drama of Wandavision. Our characters are modern day normal high schoolers in their last week of school in senior year, so they do what seniors do best, and throw a party, each character somehow finding themselves watching the old tvland show of Pleasantville. After a freak lightning storm hits the area and screws up the host’s tv, a repairman shows up and gives them a special remote to get the tv working again, but upon using this remote, our characters are transported into the lives and shoes of characters in the tv show with no way to get back.

We can discuss as a group if we want just one person who knows the script of the show or if everyone does, either way, they have to tread the fine line of keeping up appearances or going off script. In going off script, the more something or someone acts out of place or out of character, the more that thing/person becomes technicolored (the whole setting everything in sight is black and white) Either way, in an attempt to get back to the real world, changes the show forever and possibly themselves. The aspect of the decade hopping comes in the form after a set of 4 season finales signifying each season of the year at 24 episodes a pop, and each decade brings new wrinkles to the dynamic. For example, in the 50’s everyone will talk in the period (golly gee, Daddy-O, calling someone a Greaser, ect). Also similar to the movie Pleasantville. The town will be in it’s own world at first, so if we write a football game for example, it’ll always be a home game and nobody questions where the away players come from.

Any questions so far? I'm looking for anything from a 1v1 to four other players, though more can join if they wish

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i enjoyed your post, seems like we're all a bunch of isolationists if King continues the trend :p

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So about Chapter 2, it's primarily about the backstory on how your characters developed their abilities

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CHAPTER 2: DISCOVERY

ANCIENT EGYPT- MINUTES AFTER THEY PORTED OUT

Dozens of burned up Demi-Goblin bodies littered the village and surrounding area, people were milling about trying to make sense of the insanity, some of them looking up at the stars and crying, asking in their native tongue why the gods had tortured them so. None of them aware that the next generation would begin to base their faith system on their parents’ stories, a few slightly more level headed villagers made their way to the torn up elder tent and were shocked at seeing their leaders look in a way that would later lead to the embalming process. They began to carry their dying bodies two men to a person outside and respectfully laid cloth over them for respect and began to pray, not to the demons that had nearly shredded their minds, but to the beings who rescued them from their plight.

There was an elderly man watching all of this unfold and looked about at the unearthly carnage and went into his domicile to retrieve his writing tablet and began to make an account for this night. His first hand account would later be discovered by modern day archeologists, though they would end up misinterpret a lot of it, especially one of them being Anti-Magic, he would go on to present his findings to like-minded people and form the hate group Humanity Forever.

A group that was actually extremely proactive in targeting magic users by using magic users against their own kind. They would use the blood from the severed hands of Egybr’mu to scry locations of “newborn” magical users and use lethal force to hunt them down like rabid dogs, unfeeling towards their previously human brothers and sisters. One such hunt would later on be picked up by news outlets across the globe.

3 YEARS AGO

INTERSTATE 1-5 SEATTLE WASHINGTON

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“Hang on buddy, we’re almost there!” a man’s voice echoed in the distance, but it sounded like it was miles away, beyond all the dark red in Ethan’s vision, everything was red and the smell of iron was overpowering and almost singular. “You’re ok sweetheart, we’re here...” This time a woman’s voice and a woman’s touch, but to him he could feel naught but the blood coursing rapidly through her veins, ever present in his ears was the screams of pumping hearts. Two in the car with him were the loudest, but in the cars that sped past they were like gunshots right up against his ears, “It hurts! It hurts so much!” he screamed in pain, but his voice to him was drowned out everything else, making him feel so very insignificant.

His father was trying to race them to the hospital, it was all so sudden, one second they were having a family outing to the mall, and now they were here, his father looked terrified over at his mother before exchanging a knowing look. When he returned his attention to the road however, everyone was starting to slow down as they passed an on ramp and several black, identical SUVs swerved into the traffic ahead of them and stopped their vehicles, blocking traffic.

“What the Hell is this?” Ethan’s dad asked nobody in a mix of terror and anger, in the backseat curled up in a fetal position, Ethan began to hyperventilate as the smell of fear in their blood rose to new heights. Outside, all the doors to the SUVs opened simultaneously and like a scene from a war movie piled out



In a uniform motion, the stormtrooper-esque soldiers began sweeping car to car with high powered weaponry and were almost to Ethan’s family when everything just washed away from Ethan leaving only instinct. He hopped out of the minivan and started towards the first one who began to raise his gun, but with eyes red with bloody possessed rage he stopped the man’s heart dead in his tracks, then as the next guy could do nothing but watch as his compatriot fell to the ground. To his side one of the soldiers raised his gun to Ethan’s head, but with a sideways glance Ethan dropped him by sucking all the man’s blood to the outside of his body, some of it leaking out of his suit as he falls down.

Two soldiers this time who didn’t hesitate to shoot, the bullets hitting him in the shoulder and the chest, but not before they were merely flesh wounds stopped small walls of heavily coagulated blood. This blood brained Ethan outstretched his hand and behind him two more soldiers appeared to flank him, but he just smirked as he absentmindedly in pure bloodlust brought several bodies worth of blood towards the palm of his hand and watched as it exploded into blood spikes, penetrating their armor and impaling them before returning to liquid state. Then what happened?

His blood lust began to dissipate, it was like an onrush of adrenaline and he was feeling the after-effects of it all, he looked around at the drivers of the other cars and noticed they weren’t doing anything, in fact their eyes had glazed over. “No,” he spoke groggily, “no, mom and dad,” he remembered and spun around, and fell to his knees at the sight of their bloodstained bodies, he screamed upwards wordlessly and stayed there in disbelief for what seemed like hours. It was really only a few minutes and then got back on his feet and started to walk away after barely getting himself together, what was he going to do now, where would he go?

Most important question though was what had he become, monster or magician? He heard police sirens off in the distance growing louder and nearer so he took off at a jog onto the on-ramp until there was a paved sidewalk he could walk on. Was this to be his life now, running from disasters that he had caused?

THE IMMORTAL HILLS- NOW

Ethan turned about having taken several steps in the direction they were to head upon hearing both Nina and Adirth communicating with Tell’sa and was surprised to hear the young looking guy speaking in the foreign tongue, so he spoke up. “You can speak her language? Is that your gift, or- you know what I mean?” He asked him and put his palm out to show them a thin, free-flowing tendril seeping out of his pores. “I guess I'd call what I do Hemomancy,” He paused and looked out and around the horizon, seeing to the west an expansive pasture with snow capped mountains dotted throughout.

Dotted throughout the pasture were individuals similar to Tell’sa and her people acting as sheperds for what could only be described as this world’s goats as they grazed upon the ground. “Woah,” Ethan said, taking in the sights and motioned to the other two, “you don’t see much of this in Seattlle, where I'm from. Where are you guys from?” He asked inquisitively.

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Just gotta wait for the King :)

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Bump to the power of 2

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so as a little explanation, what's happening in the real world is that all the places we're going to visit have been effectively magically tainted by this man in chains, and if you guys want to, you could include where your characters disappeared at as well.

The Species i introduced are called the Doknesh, or in their tongue the oknes'Dh. if you noticed the interesting words that tell'Sa was speaking it's english but with the first letter and the last letter preceeded by an apostrophe. so for example "She wants some apple pie" would instead be "h'Se ant'ws om'se ppl'ae i'pe" they also don't have words that are one letter or two so they don't say "I" or "is". They are the humans of this realm and there's different clans, the one i introduced are scavangers of the ocean area, there's cave dwellers, and then there are more civilized ones in Tront, which is like the capitol of Immortal Hills. Also if you want to write some assholes, a derogatory name for them are the Immortal Hillbillies

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The blood-red knight reached behind his right shoulder to put his tablet into his knapsack before kneeling upon the ground, absorbing his sword back into his shifting glove and felt the warm sand, his helmeted face was looking up though at the still open portal in the night sky, and then looked back at his compatriots. “We’ve been through this before, remember the plan. Zeph, the God that comes through next, it’s power are in it’s hands, take those and there’s no threat. Adrith, it’s up to you to fight the minions that pour through, and me? I have to grab the box...” Almost as soon as the knight finished speaking to the Obsidian wearing woman on his left, and the stormbringer on his right, the ground began to rumble and quake as humanoid green monsters flew out of the portal, each with their own high pitched screaming noises so loud that Ethan had to increase the blood flow of the armor towards his ears.



“Hold...,” The armored Ethan said quiet enough for the both of them to hear as they watched the dozens of demi-goblins turn into fifty, and then one hundred and some of them started for the torn up tent going for the cracked wooden box, the rapidly aging priests and priestess would be too slow to put up their own defenses so once the glass shield came down Ethan made a mad dash. Running through the wind sweeping sand, he re-formed his blood sword and as one of the goblins began towards him with black claws outstretched he yo-yoed his sword straight through the beast and then brought the sword back to him, and he did the same to a couple more before reaching the tent and fell on his chest atop the box. He sucked in a lung-full of air and then exhaled, his blood armor ballooning and shooting outwards as his own shield but with tendrils that stayed connected to his body, protecting himself, the box and the priests within.

His helmeted face looked at each of the occupants of the tent, who were each dazed and confused, and scared as well but were tired beyond belief. “So,” Ethan started as the demo-goblins started scratching away at the clotted shield, “you guys must be our magic bearing ancestors? How’s that working out for you?” He asked jokingly.

Outside things were getting a little dicey as the piles of sand covered hills began to lower, ground beneath them beginning to part in preparation for the elder god that came next, which began as two pale white skeletal hands reaching down towards the ground, fingers black as coal and bent like the legs of spiders. Slowly they began to descend, taking up a majority of the portal to wherever this hell beast had originated from.



Back in the tent, Ethan reached behind him for his rucksack and pulled out a thin golden coin and held it up to where his mouth would be. “Commune,” he whispered into it and the surface began to ripple like a body of water that had been disturbed, “Professor Maglon, we have the box and we’re getting ready to close the portal. How are things on your end?” The coin was still for a few moments before it began to ripple rhythmically as if sound was coming out of it, “Not great? We’ll join the club when Professor Pero ports us back, until then: Make the Followers Of Thoth bleed!”

Ethan completed his transmission before looking up at the priests, some of whom were eyeing him as if they were hungry for any kind of nourishment and energy. “That was my homeroom teacher,” Ethan told them while looking up at the gaggle of Demi-Goblins stupidly still trying to attack his blood-dome. “She’s a pretty cool lady, a bit strict though, but you guys would like her. I’ll tell her you said hi anyway, See you guys later,” and he absorbed the blood dome back into him before running with the wooden crate back to their original position, the Eldritch God’s super disgusting severed arms were laying in a heap nearby as both Zephyr and Adrith were both laying down covering fire. Minutes passed by and in united enochian the three of them managed to close the rift before getting ported away, leaving quite the scene behind them.

MODERN DAY

00:00:12- ETHAN'S CLASSROOM

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Almost the very second that Ethan and the others had been magically transported into the Immortal Hills, strange things began to happen out in the real world, for example in Ethan’s classroom right where he once stood, an ethereal portal into darkness opened up, not even enough time could pass for the students and instructor to process this.

EGYPT

Where the Pyramids of Giza now sit planted into the bedrock of the nation, tourists visiting the sight get first glimpse and sensation of the ground shaking, causing rocky rubble to shift along the Pyramids.

GREECE

At the ancient Agora of Athens, there are cracks and crevices in the marble that begin to vibrate and a white light is just beginning to glow as tourists walk it’s halls...

UNITED KINGDOM

Located at the Glaston Abbey, the burial site of King Arthur, the hallowed ground in which he slumbers begins to give way like a growing sinkhole...

BERLIN, GERMANY

In the entire city of Berlin, there were sigils built into the roads by the Thule Society for a coming war structured into a ninety degree street and two intersections, and the electronics everywhere along this section just now begin to glitch.



DALLES TEXAS

Six feet underground at the Dalles Texas National Cemetary, the visitors are completely unaware of the first stirrings and awakening of the hundreds of dead soldiers.

CHICAGO ILLINOIS

Deep in the foundation of Stone Temple Baptist Church, something begins to stir awake as the concrete begins to vibrate...

THE IMMORTAL HILLS

Ethan spun about as several young adults started to materialize around him, and he prepared himself to be caught off guard by the sound and scent of their bloodstreams, and when it slammed into him like a freight train he growled and doubled over clutching his stomach trying to push away the anxiety. The crystal clear water of the ocean pushed a small wave into his back, coating him in the foreign waters that he realized all too late was frigid and cold, forcing him back onto his feet in both emotional and physical pain. He didn’t pay any attention to the mumblings of the others but then he saw the marble stone steps that led upwards and out of this predicament, he looked left and then right and saw naught of another way to go, but he did notice a strange looking lighthouse off in the distance.

“Only one way to go but up,” He suggested to the others through the pain, trying to get ahold of himself, trying to do his breathing exercises like he was told, then realized that his noise cancelling headphones were still on his person. “Hell yeah!” he whooped happily before sliding them on and he began to ascend, and then the sights hit him so hard he just stood there taking it all in. Off and up one long and winding path was a structure of blue stone several stories tall, but was too small to be a school for the hundred of students who had almost literally washed up on the beach.

In the other direction was an orchard of presumably fruit trees and toiling about and picking the fruit into handwoven baskets were these most beautiful looking greenish bluish skinned beings, the males were well over six feet while the females were roughly five foot, and the adorable children were close to three feet, though it was hard to tell with them zipping about the place.



Some of them stopped their work to look over at the new people and waved, Ethan noticed that they only had three fingers and a thumb, and a lot of them were skinny, at least by human standards. He was one of the first to wave back before turning back to the crowd of newcomers, “What is this place?” He asked in wonderment to nobody in particular before turning back around to see one of the females coming towards them, and the closer she got he could tell that her eyes were a pure green and she sported a wide smile. Ethan almost felt his anxiety wash away and was overcome with the idea to take off his headphones as she started to speak.

“ Ell’ho veryon’ee, elcom’we er’he o’ur omelan’hd, ssum’ae o’yu e’nw tudent’ss h’te niversit’uy? Tell’sa,” She spoke excitedly, and looked upon each of them with wonder, when she said Tell’sa, she motioned to herself as if that were her name, and her facial expression changed to one of hope that they might figure out and understand her.

Ethan looked around the woman at the others who had hung back and watched this woman engage with what he would think were strange invaders on their home turf, but when she spoke and motioned to herself he was smart enough to know that she was saying her name.

“Tell’sa, hello,” He said and brought out his hand to be shaken, he tried to show her what to do, but somehow she was ready for it, “oh okay, I am Ethan Miller from Seattle. Can you tell us where we are and how to get to this place?” he asked her, showing her the name of the university on his letter. He had to get kind of close to her and realized something interesting: He didn’t sense her blood. For the first time in forever his powers didn’t work on another living soul, and he found a tinge of happiness.

“E’ys, h’te niversit’uy,” she nodded and pointed towards the north, of which their was a cobbled road just beginning beyond the dirt path that they were on, "ollo’fw ha’tt oa’rd o’fr e’fw inute’ms n’ad o’yu Il’wl tar’st e’se on’oe u’yu eac’rh h’te it’cy ron’Tt. op'He o’yu af’se ravel’ts!”

SOMEWHERE DARK AND VOID OF LIFE

Somewhere in The Immortal Hills there exists a room with only one occupant and no furnishings or nourishment, no light, and no hope, it is a prison made for one man. He is chained by the wrists, ankles, waist, and neck by interwoven locks with runic symbols running the lengths of the chains, he is suspended above a single golden tipped spike that while is already digging into his flesh, if he were to drop it would certainly impale him. Surrounding this spike is a lake of magical fire that would destroy what was left of his soul should he avoid the spike, and there is only one way out, a set of doors that are locked 24 different ways.



The emaciated frame, long black hair that hasn’t been washed in eternity, and the long blackened fingernails are what point out at the man, and as he has done every moment since his imprisonment, he scratches away at one of the runic symbols until it’s light starts to falter and for a moment his eyes flicker a heavy dark red before returning to normal.

“They’re here...” He speaks with a smile.