The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in Defile's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
baneful
Defile's true weapon takes the form of [ a clawed cutlass ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Dr.Oberon's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
hanging gallow
Dr.Oberon's true weapon takes the form of [ a spiked vanity mirror IM ONTO YOU MATT ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in BigIdeas' hand changes form and becomes something greater.
smerdle
BigIdeas' true weapon takes the form of [ a flaming lantern ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Nod's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
toshihiko two
Nod's true weapon takes the form of [ a broken scythe ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Mitfael's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Avian Serpentine
Mitfael's true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of spiked knuckles]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in PInkPentacle's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
ayeavast
Pink Pentacle's true weapon takes the form of [ a ring blade ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in ShadowLord15's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Chimarii
ShadowLord15's true weapon takes the form of [ a set of long shears ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in WhaleLord's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
darkheartedsorrow
WhaleLord's true weapon takes the form of [ a watering hose ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in OrNot's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
enoh love
OrNot's true weapon takes the form of [ a sickle and chain ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in BridgesBurn's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
kaefaux
BridgesBurn's true weapon takes the form of [ winged spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Phoenix's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
lizbot
Phoenix's true weapon takes the form of [ a phoenix crossbow nearly as radiant as its wielder ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Briar_Rose's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
luckycat777
Briar_Rose's true weapon takes the form of [ a claw ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in HotRocks's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
naggeela
HotRocks's true weapon takes the form of [ a steel ball and chain ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in InvisibleDog's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
prolixity
InvisibleDog's true weapon takes the form of [ a key-shaped axe ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in n0izyboi's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
random artist
n0izyboi's true weapon takes the form of [ (naughty) book with a panty hanging out of it... ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 3:37 am
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The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in Skele_Woofie's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
robot kitten
Skele_Woofie's true weapon takes the form of [ a long shield ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in adventuremaster's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
seussi
adventuremaster's true weapon takes the form of [ a sawblade ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in CorvidaeCat's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
skye starrfyre
CorvidaeCat's true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of curved daggers ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in RockerReaper's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Strawberri Stardust
RockerReaper's true weapon takes the form of [ a scarab claw ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in ThePinkMonsturr's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Strawberri Stardust
ThePinkMonsturr's's true weapon takes the form of [ an ornamental sword ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in RavenousDelirium's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
syrie
RavenousDelirium's true weapon takes the form of [ a puppet tied to a blade ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in HornDevilMaster's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
torvil
HornDevilMaster's true weapon takes the form of [ a kage staff ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in WalkingMeatShield's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
torvil
WalkingMeatShield's true weapon takes the form of [ a doghead fist ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in DarklingFox's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
wyntre iceblade
DarklingFox's true weapon takes the form of [ a barbed lance ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in WhiteWind's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
wyvernscale
WhiteWind's true weapon takes the form of [ a barbed whip with claw ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
It was... So... Dark. Darknes was all around Takeshi and a gnawing hunger that was beyond anything he had felt shuddered across his body. Howls of pain did nothing to stop it. The hunger kept growing. It grew and grew and grew. Takeshi couldn't move. He couldn't struggle. He was bound somehow in the dark.
There was food nearby. It felt like the world was ending. Slowly all thoughts left but the food. The food so near but impossible to get to. Weakness came. It sapped any struggles that were left. Lying helplessly. It was terrible. Terrible.
Suddenly the world changed. There was something warm and wet in his right hand. It throbbed gently. There was a body of a man on the floor. His lifeless eyes stared daggers into Tiekash. Tiekash. his name was Tiekash now, not Takeshi. Blood bubbled from the cadavers mouth as he spoke "You killed me, just like I killed you. Just like me. Just like me. Just like me. Just like me...."
Just as abruptly as it came, it left. Takeshi was in the hole, covered in dirt. Master was there, but he was no longer master. He was food. Takeshi wanted nothing more than to rip into him. To tear apart his flesh. Master removed his head, but the hunger remained. It growled deep in his stomach and across his being.
It was so dark. Takeshi felt his sanity leaving him slowly. He was hungry, and tired, and afraid. The hunger inside was growing out of control. It was going to kill him. To kill everything.
Then there was a hand on his shoulder. It was gentle. A soothing voice whispered, "You need to remember. You have to remember... It's the only way."
Like a movie playing before his eyes, he remembered. Legacy. His friends. His wish to become a God to protect them. Taking Master's heart. All of it. It all came back to him. He was not bound by the past.
There as something new too. Something that Takeshi knew he had not seen while being Tiekash.
Master stood in the background, watching Tiekash leave. He smiled softly and whispered, "You're a good boy, Tiekash. I love you, and I'm sorry."
Takeshi was whole again. He could, and would, never be like Master. Standing on his own two feet, he was able to move forward again. The HUNGER would always be there, but it was manageable now.
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My character's username: HUNGRYhowl My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: With a mop of unruly black hair, howl looks a bit on the untamed wild side. He has sharp teeth, two fuzzy black ears, a black tail, and wears a red version of the Royal Gryphon class outfit. Awoo!
Where the hell was he? Although he made an effort to keep a straight, calm expression, Lutz was admittedly a little terrified to find that he was in the middle of nowhere--at least, nowhere familiar. He had slowly grown accustomed to his residence in the Undead dorms at Amityville, and had rarely made an effort to venture outside of the school simply because he didn't dare to.
Being new to Halloween had been hard for him. He hadn't expected to wake up one day in world with no memory, and he had had to take the word of a helpful stranger that someone must have revived his corpse and then abandoned him to the wolves. They had directed him to Amityville, and while he didn't know it at the time, the boil would later find himself extremely grateful that he did. The school had become a niche for him, a comfortable place where he actually felt like he belonged.
But outside of it...what was there for him? He didn't know how to really live in this society yet--no one had bothered teaching him, since his Necromancer had never bothered taking responsibility for their actions.
Though he tried to hide it, Lutz was trembling as he scanned his surroundings. He needed to get back, but the question was how. Translucent, shadowy figures walked past him, blatantly ignoring his presence no matter how much he tried to call attention to himself, and there was no sort of sign even hinting at where he was right now. All he saw were run down buildings, trees, and figures.
And then he didn't even see that as everything promptly disappeared, plunging him into a dark, lonely abyss.
For all his snark and outwardly high-and-mightly appearance, the boy was honestly anything but confident. He simply had a good poker faceāhe kind of had to have one, considering the situation he had been thrust into. Even after enrolling in Amityville, his thoughts continued to plague his nightmares. He had been abandoned, left alone and to fend for himself in this strange and uncomfortable new world. He didnāt have any friends, or mentors, or really any memories of his living days either. When he closed his eyes, he was there again, huddled in a cold and dark alleyway. Shadowy figures walked past him, ignoring his presence as they scurried onwards to deal with their own businessābusiness that didnāt involve helping a stranger--
--Or so he thought, until one of these shadowy figures suddenly stretched a hand out to him. Eyes widening, Lutz tilted his head back to look at them, noting that they didnāt seem to possess any featuresāat least, none that he could seeābut feelingā¦safe despite this. Somehow, he felt that he could trust this figure, knowing that they were genuinely trying to help him. Hesitantly, he reached out and grasp the figureās hand, using their support to push himself up to his feet.
The scenery shifted then, brightening and switching to a most familiar place: Amityville. Glancing around in surprise, Lutz received a moment to take in the sight of the school before turning back to find more shadowed figures surrounding him. Again, he felt nothing but warmth and friendliness from these figures, finding himself smiling as they chattered exactly to him about a variety of topics. The latest films, the trouble they had gotten into, all the homework they had to do--
--Was this what it was like to have friends? To not be alone?
Finding himself relaxing, the boyās mouthātypically twisted into a grimace or a smirkāsoftened into a smile as he joined in with the conversation.
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My character's username: Puppetking My character's level: 37 Character's HP: 40/40 Current party: N/A Current Guild: White Rose Garrison Location: Small IC description of character: Puppetking is a tall, slender figure with a pale complexion and golden brown hair. He wears a black shirt and black and white striped pants, as well as a brown coat. He also possesses brown dormouse ears and a long, skinny tail. Character journal:Here
Kaiyumi
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 4:04 pm
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There was something comforting about the sound of crickets that chirruped at each other somewhere within the small garden. Jude sat next to his mother on the small bench after stabbing a beaten up spade into the ground near the small patch of tilled land he'd just been working with. His mother glanced over at him and gave him a small smile, a hand brushed over his cheek in a motherly fashion.
"You did good, sweetheart. Thank you for helping me out." She said calmly. There was something more she wanted to say, but she wasn't ready.
Jude offered his mother a wider grin and nodded, "It isn't a problem at all. I am glad to help you out, mom."
A warm chuckle was heard from the woman as she just took her son's hand and held onto it. There was something wonderful about the connection they shared and it was almost a shame that one day they would have to say goodbye for one reason or another.
"...I'm sick, Jude," the woman said softly.
His heart gave a thud in his chest as the color literally drained from his world. Slowly the woman's face began to change.
As the face changed it took various forms: Suzanne, Molly, Deryk, Eva, Bix, Ariane, Before, Maebe. The face just kept changing and molding into the faces of those he knew, liked, or even respected on some level.
"There is nothing they can do," The voice went on taking on an odd ominous tone. "I don't have long...I just want you to know that..."
The words became faint and quiet as he suddenly felt as if he was falling...Falling...
Falling into darkness - he didn't want the words to come out of those faces. Jude didn't want to hear them go away either, but he didn't want to hear them say that they would eventually be gone one day. It wasn't fair. He didn't want any of them to go.
The crickets chirruped on...
The world was quiet and full of light. He was not alone in the darkness anymore - she was there. Mother was there as she always was there and she was holding onto his hands quietly searching his eyes for a reaction, one that was not grief and horror at the notion of her death. There were words and they were caught in his throat.
Slowly the look of shock melted away from the young man's face and it was then that his mother continued on with what she wanted to tell him, "I don't want you to stay in stasis anymore. You do not need to be frozen in time just for me."
Jude opened his mouth to talk but she put her hand over his mouth and stubbornly shook her head, "I want you to be free and to live your life. Be with whomever you will, do whatever job makes you happy. You don't have to worry so much about me. Your father will take care of everything."
As much as he hated his father Jude knew this was true. If it had been the fact that Jude was sick? He was pretty sure his Father would just allow him to die.
"Do you promise? To take care of yourself and not let yourself get frozen in time?" His mother asked as she slowly removed her hand so he could speak.
There was a moment of hesitation - not even the chorus of crickets disturbed the air.
"I promise," he said quietly.
She said something else but he didn't hear it, his eyes only focused on the fact that she was holding onto his hands and for the moment that was all he wanted.
MY STATS
My character's username: MistahDarcy My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Caterpillar Sentry Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character: MistahDarcy is a serious figure that wanders around covered in a hood and cloak. Whisps of blonde hair can be seen from under the hood. Those that peer into the shadows of the hood see a rather unamused face with brown eyes. Not all that exciting. At least he's decent looking? Character journal:ą² _ą²
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 4:50 pm
The Nightmare
Basil didn't know where he was. He couldn't see or smell anything. It was just empty space. He was waitless-but there was always weight. Always something holding him back and keeping him in his place. His brothers and sisters. His tangled web of a tail.
He froze, breath coming out in small short bursts, whiskers twitching rapidly. Empty. He was empty. There was nothing in his head. No connection. He turned and didn't feel the distinct tug on his tail-on his tails. Nor did he feel the other consciousnesses trying to go their own way.
He turned and his own tail lay there. Limp, unknotted, alone.
He was alone. He was never alone. Fear began to set in. He was never alone. He was never alone!
He shrieked but only silence echoed it back.
All... alone...
He was afraid. His brothers were gone. He was alone and no one was going to come help him. He wrenched out a sob. He was covering his head with his tiny paws but then, one at a time he felt them. The tug of his brothers coming back one by one. They weren't lost. He wasn't alone. Or at least he hoped so. What if they weren't really there. What if he turned his head and just like before there was nothing. He had to believe.
He lifted up his head, daring to look, scarcely daring to to breathe. But there they were. Safe and sound. He was again the Rat King. Unfearful of others and able to survive with his nestmates. He noticed that they were strange now. Eyes a different color. It reminded him of people who's names he couldn't quite place. A confusing thing for the dream to throw at him but he had his brothers. His friends. He could make friends. If he tried he was sure he could.
He was happy again, safe and buried himself into their fur before it became a bubbling mass as he reformed himself. It was a good feeling. Like the first time he'd been able to form himself. He was going to be able to survive. He was able to stand tall and knew he could take his chances with whatever was out there. He walked forward with his tails behind him all wrapped together and horribly gnarled and he loved it that way.
MY STATS
My character's username: Willard My character's level: 31 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Herald Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Basile is a short 4'11 and sickly. He seems to be suffering from a constant cold and has dark eyes. He gives an air of being suspicious. Character journal:LINK
ANY PERSON I AM RPING WITH I WILL QUOTE LIKE THIS
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 5:56 pm
Her boots clacked as she walked and she pulled her coat a little closer around her. She took a deep breath. In and out. It was cold and her breath reflected this. Where was she?
Harlow looked up and around. She knew where she was. She had been there many times, in person... but also in her dreams. Something felt odd, something just wasn't sitting right with her and she couldn't quiet figure it out. She moved quickly to... somewhere. she knew where she was going, her body was moving in that direction but she didn't -know- where she was going. It was like she was on auto pilot and she didn't quite understand. She walked a little faster, and then faster and as she walked it was almost as if the view of darkness started to clear. She started to realize where she was going. Her father's boat.
She started to run quicker and quicker and as she did everything sounded louder. Her boots were louder, the metal hallway she was in was louder and the screams, the screams were louder. She was in her father's fishing boat and she was running toward where he was supposed to be dying. The more she ran however the longer the hallway got. It grew colder and colder. She started to slow more and more.
She finally found herself on the ground and screaming for the noises to start, trying to pull her coat around her as tight as she could as if it would make her warmer some how.
But the worst part of it was she had been here before, in this dream and she knew how it went. She passes out and then shortly wakes back up, walking down the same hallway.
She could have sworn she was awake for a second, maybe she was, but at this point she wasn't very sure. Her head was spinning and here she was walking down the same hallway for at least the 10th time. Will it ever end? She had no clue. She wasn't so frantic, there was still an anxious pit sitting in her stomach but she was much happier. She just walked and walked down the empty hall.
There was something strange about this time. The hallway didn't echo as loud, she anxiety was starting to subside. It was relieving while being alarming at the same time. Why was this suddenly stopping? What was happening to her? She wasn't sure but she had the sneaking suspicion she was about to find out shortly. She reached the end of the hallway out to the boat.
It was chilly and bright but yet she was there was a warm feeling as she did it. She squinted as the light bit her eyes, she rose her hand to shield it out and there stood her dad at the end of the boat. He didn't speak but he was there with the big goofy grin that he gave her so often. It was to good t be true... But it was still good.
She ran over to him with a few tears dripping from her eyes. She hugged him and looked up and as she did he spoke.
"I'm so proud of you Harlow, keep it up." He hugged her tight, "I love you."
She closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the waves as she hugged him, just like that he was gone.
She wasn't sad that he was gone, for just a moment she was with him again and knowing that he was proud if her made her feel... At peace. She was growing and learning and he was proud of her and that was all that mattered. So there she stood on the edge of the boat listening to the water and feeling at home for once even if it was just for a little while.
MY STATS
My character's username: OceanDancer My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: Current Guild: Location: Tulgey Woods Small IC description of character: Tall, slender girl, with her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. Wearing a red and white, white rabbit outfit. Normally appears pretty pleasant and friendly, but pretty average. Character journal: [Boop]
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 8:17 pm
[[ OOC : Not sure if this is still valid, but... I thought I'd post anyway, even if I'm too late OTL Don't mind me, if I am in fact too late! Was desperately trying to catch up, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to use Amarus' nightmare solo ]]
It was dark.
No, it wasn't. It was just dim: she could see behind her, she could see a figure, but the more she looked at it the closer it got to her. She couldn't help but feel afraid, and she couldn't help but run as a result. She ran, as her body was telling her to, and tried to get away but--
there was snipping, and she woke up alone using a borrowed computer. Her body was stiff, and she was awake. Everything hurt. She wanted to rise and stretch and recover use of her body, but it was impossible. In fact, she felt a wave of panic, and she struggled against the immobility but found her struggling useless.
She continued on that way, until suddenly, she was relieved of it. She was desperately trying to fight the impending sleep to stay awake, but she fell, down and deeper and into the darkness of her nightmare.
Into nothingness. She had no concept of self identity, nor of memory. Every trace of her, the will to fight and the unwillingness to die was washed away, until all she had was a voice telling her to remember at a dais. Her memories opened, and she could see her aviary and her club jackets and the punch she had spiked and that time she punched someone in the stomach and her dance fight at prom and the time Enzo pulled her onto the stage--
She remembered, finally, the nightmare: alone beneath a burning sky, on a crumbling, dry landscape. There was a dry heat sweeping across the cracked earth, sand blinding Amarus in a passing gust. When her vision cleared, she saw that she knelt alone on a plane that seemed to never end, an orange sky without clouds rippling at its base with what looked like flames. The sky was burning. Her lips were dry, and she brushed the cracked skin with her fingertips. Flakes of salt drifted off, then pieces of glass: she was all mirror surfaces, and she was coming apart.
When she tried to speak, she choked up glass. There was no one around, nothing living: no plants, no birds. No sound, except for the dry hiss and the whipping gale of sand. Distantly, the crackle of the sky on fire. In addition, little shards of her seemed to be chipping away with every moment, no matter how still she was.
Amarus didn't fear. She didn't remember what she feared, more accurately. Even in dreams, she couldn't remember what it was that she was so afraid of, only that she was: the chasm opened up at her knees, and pieces of her fell down into the darkness. She was alone, she could never bridge this gap. She was not real. She was only a composite image, and an unstable one at that. The searing light of the sky on fire made it clear that she had no where to go, even if her knees were not rooted to the thirsty ground.
With a strong gust of wind, Amarus' body began to give way altogether in shards of mirror, and each one showed her a face of a student who was gone, as it whipped by her eyes. Some of them, she did not recognize, nor understand why they were significant. She saw Mort, and Mot, Olivia and Zel, Kettil and Freya, Spinar and Raleigh, Enzo and... at last her own face, reflected in a shard. Her crumbling, blank face. She couldn't even scream.
But finally, something miraculous happened: her nightmare became a good dream. As she fell through the dark, split into pieces, little lights crackled and split into existence alongside her. One by one, flickered to life, and burned. The darkness couldn't snuff them out. She heard the ringing sound of bells, and glowing hands reached out of the well's edges: the fragments of light showed that she fell only down a well, instead of an endless chasm. And the hands held her for a moment each, putting pieces of her back together.
Don't be scared! You'll be okay, We'll take you home.
Voices, each one echoing a composite of everyone she'd ever loved reassured her.
Because it was a dream, she honestly believed them. She had a home, and at the bottom of the well, plunging into a bright pool full of lotus blossoms producing those seeds of light, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace. All the arms embraced her, and she leaned into a chest that made her fall asleep again, even in the dream.
My Stats
The continuation of my stats
My character's username: F3V3RDR3AM My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: White Rabbit Current party: Alone. Current Guild: Location: ??? Small IC description of character: Pinkpurple hair with bells and ribbons; a white pinafore over a white dress, white fur. Hair so long it has to be bound and still touches the ground. Little shadow arms, and little stubby white angel looking wings. Character journal:here
[Same as Facey, I got too busy to post a Lifen one, I hope this is okay u Du. ]
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It was a dream she had dreamth before, one usually fueled by insanity.
The dream always consisted her, alone, a painful reminder of the failure that had come across the Horsemen. She stood there - pale white as ever, walking through her new home in the Lost Clan - but Lifen was different. She was torn and tattered, her beautiful regime broken by the loss of everything she had ever had.
There was no one left.
No one was here anymore - it was a ghost of what was once proud and golden. She had lost everyone, no one would hear her sing or dance, she would not hear laughter and boisterous excitement of raids.
Everything was gone.
Everything but the whispers of the Insanity that only had her to feed off now, drowning out the silence that engulfed her.
It was a weird sensation, the feeling of waking up in a dream from a nightmare - one that made one think of gasping for air after being under water for too long. Lifen jolted up and gasped out loud, the noise breaking her silent home. She had been returned to it, the silence still heavy in the air.
But this time, there was something different - a change in the feeling - that made her pause for a moment. It didn't take her long to notice the little string connected to her finger, a cord as red as her eye, tied in a sweet little bow around her pinkie, that dropped off the bed and across the ground, following the path out of her room and continued.
Sighing a little, she was willing to give this string another chance - it was always there when she needed it, a small mental gift from Medea - a way out of the insanity and the voices.
Winding it slowly as she walked, she followed it her way out of the house, eyes flicking around, expecting silence and desolation. But, it wasn't like that, not at all.
Everyone was still there, and everything was the way it should be. She received smiles and little nods around her, hellos from those who lived near her, the well known Elder Artisan who was willing to listen to anyone.
She could have cried, it was wonderful, all she needed after feeling the gut-wrenching feeling of eternal loneliness.
Instead, she kept following the string, wondering where it would take her now . . .
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My character's username: Golden My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 30 Current party: -- Current Guild: Cry Havoc Small IC description of character: A small, quiet woman who is adorned with a very pale set of Dormouse clothing, marking her a healer. She is often viewed as a little confused, considering everything. Character journal:x
Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 8:53 pm
Rosc's Nightmare
Pop. Snap. The sound of fire steadily eating away at the wood behind the grate was all that seemed to fill the study. Warmth, the smell of the fire mixing with the far more subtle scent of the cakes sitting within less than a foot of his fingers, it all brought life to a room he never thought would have it. This home, his motherās home, had been empty for so long, filled with nothing but harsh, painful memories. Well, it was his home now, had been for longer than he wished, but Rosciel hadnāt been ready to take it. Perhaps, in a way, he still wasnāt. Sitting back in his desk chair, he slipped his dark glasses from his face, setting them on the desk with a soft clack, and pressed two fingers to the space between his eyebrows.
Arms came around him from behind and in an instant he tensed. Perfume hit his nose, sending him back into a half-relaxed state. "You know better than to do that, my swan," he said with a sigh, capturing one of Sin's hands and bringing it up to kiss the palm.
"Look at him, little succubus." The sudden hiss sent a chill down his spine, freezing him in place. Across the room... No, no, it couldn't be, she was dead! Eyes he knew to glow with golden hatred, ears that were pointed far more than his jutting out from a mane of dark gold curls. His father's sister smiled in a cruel, pitying fashion. "Behold the abomination, spawned from scandal, weaned on disgrace. Do you see, little one? I tried so hard to fix him. All I needed to do was purge the halfling filth." He wasn't a halfling, he was his mother's son! His father gave him his visage, but he was an incubus, there was no mixing, no taint. "But how I was wrong. Now look at him. Like a sparrow with a broken wing, weak, useless. Better to end the suffering."
That made Rosc snap to attention and he moved to surge to his feet. But arms kept him anchored to the chair. He struggled but somehow she was stronger, one hand wrapped around his neck. In a way it resembled a lover's caress and yet the claws that started to dig into his flesh reminded him that this touch was anything but loving. His aunt just smiled as he felt his FEAR start to drain from him.
The worse part about it was, just like when he had been just a scareling, he couldn't fight back. For all his growing power, he couldn't defend himself. Not against Sin.
Pop... Snap.
Pop. Snap. The sound of fire steadily eating away at the wood behind the grate was all that seemed to fill the study. Warmth, the smell of the fire mixing with the far more subtle scent of the cakes sitting within less than a foot of his fingers, it all brought life to a room he never thought would have it. This home, his motherās home, had been empty for so long, filled with nothing but harsh, painful memories. Well, it was his home now, had been for longer than he wished, but Rosciel hadnāt been ready to take it. Perhaps, in a way, he still wasnāt. Sitting back in his desk chair, he slipped his dark glasses from his face, setting them on the desk with a soft clack, and pressed two fingers to the space between his eyebrows.
Arms came around him from behind and in an instant he tensed. Perfume hit his nose, sending him back into a half-relaxed state. "You know better than to do that, my swan," he said with a sigh, capturing one of Sin's hands and bringing it up to kiss the palm.
"Look at him, little succubus." The sudden hiss sent a chill down his spine, freezing him in place. Across the room... No, no, it couldn't be, she was dead! Eyes he knew to glow with golden hatred, ears that were pointed far more than his jutting out from a mane of dark gold curls. His father's sister smiled in a cruel, pitying fashion. "Behold the abomination, spawned from scandal, weaned on disgrace. Do you see, little one? I tried so hard to fix him. All I needed to do was purge the halfling filth." He wasn't a halfling, he was his mother's son! His father gave him his visage, but he was an incubus, there was no mixing, no taint. "But how I was wrong. Now look at him. Like a sparrow with a broken wing, weak, useless. Better to end the suffering."
That made Rosc snap to attention and he moved to surge to his feet. But arms kept him anchored to the chair. He struggled but somehow she was stronger, one hand wrapped around his neck. The fingers rose, trailing up his neck to his chin, pressuring his head to turn towards his shoulder and- Soft lips pressed against his in a kiss so light and subtle, he felt a growl rise in the back of his throat, demanding more. His beautiful, devastating swan smiled against him and drew away, her hands resting on the back of his chair. His terror gone as soon as she had kissed him, Rosc rose from his seat, moving to her side, wrapping one arm possessively around her back, his hand just a little tight on her hip.
"Brid, I'd like to introduce you to my fiancee. Sin, this is my father's sister, the one who tried to fix me." A smile curved on his lips, showing just a hint of the fangs within. The smile of a predator finally grown into his own, with his equally fearsome mate at his side.
"What do you think, my love? Shall we send her back to where she belongs?" He watched as his aunt began to curl inward, cowering in a corner she backed into. He hadn't been able to fight her then. Surprise and age would not aid her this time, not now, not with his beloved on his side. The fire crackled in the background as they moved around his desk. But it wasn't the cracks from the burning wood that he so longed to hear. Soon, soon they were joined by an entirely different music, a macabre symphony of retribution for all that the b***h had taken from him.
Pop... Snap.
Oh, yes, a much better dream.
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My character's username: Blindseer My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: Current Guild:Temptation Character journal:here Buddy-Pet:
Everyone had left him. Not of their own choice... but by his hand, and his hand alone.
He'd killed them all. Over time, he'd watched them waste away into nothing, watched them pine away for his company while he hid in the shadows. Something was holding him back, but he was unable to break away, unable to move.
Unable to do anything but watch them die.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
He fell to the bottom, floating there with nothing to hold onto. Nothing to grasp.
He just was.
Feytouched winced at hearing a voice, garbled at first but coming into view clearer.
"Remember. Remember." Was that... his voice? He attempted to reach out, a white card floating towards him and pulling him through his memories and dreams.
And this time... he saw the same dream. Only it didn't end with death... no; his friends and those he cared about woke up, rubbing sleep from their eyes. He could have cried with joy, wanting so desperately to hug them, to touch them again and tell them that he'd been so worried.
Being a gancanagh had been troublesome for him - he had always worried about touching others, and worried about the effect it had. His father had told him time and time again that his touch would eventually kill people, make them waste away yearning for him...
Lies, most likely.
Feytouched approached them and was met with enthusiasm, and soon found her. The woman that he'd fallen for, and been more than happy to spend every waking moment he could with. The one he'd worried most about hurting, because he didn't want her to end up like Muirin.
Yaya. Who'd fallen into his life by chance. Who had hated him at first, but both of them had come to an understanding... and it had blossomed a beautiful relationship, one that he could see a lot of potential with. Among other things.
Her hair curled over her horns, and he reached forward to run his fingers over her cheek, leaning against her as he smiled. She wasn't dead. She was still alive, and more than happy to see him, almost like she'd been expecting him.
"Good to see you again, love."
"Aye, ye as well..." He nuzzled her softly, closing his eyes in satisfaction.
They weren't dead. They weren't dead.
MY STATS
My character's username: Feytouched My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Insane Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark Location: Small IC description of character: Before you stands a Mad Hatter dressed in mostly green, long curly red hair splayed out without care under his hat. Faerie wings are seen on his back, but like all characters, it's obvious that he can't fly with them. Character journal:Heeere
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 6:13 am
The Nightmare
Azmodel was peacefully dreaming of strolling through Halloween town until the dream started to change. Little by little the ghoul started feeling that she needed to find something.... She had to...! She couldn't pinpoint what it was she was to find. Someone? Something? Or someplace? It didn't matter because she needed to find that thing, like she needed air to breathe. And the more she run trying to find what she was looking for the more she suffocated.
The Nightmare was back, and she couldn't control her fear of it. She was running, running, from place to place, always looking for something. The Horsemen Reserve, her room in the dormitories, Halloween town... Running, looking for something, needing to find that something. But no idea of what it was. But it was vital for her to find itĀ ! And she never did. She could still feel the panic suffocating her, the absolute terror at not being able to find what she was looking for.
But the card in her hand was a comforting reminder of where she was. maybe she had found what she was looking for? Slowing to a fast walking, her eyes were still darting right and left, searching. But she was calming down. Was she looking for a specific placeĀ ? After all.... Didn't the nightmare lead her to this strange world? Wonderland was a good place, one where she has had fun and adventures, and a few battles and scares as well. But it was good. Surely she had found what she was looking for.
With that realisation the ghoul's breathing slowed down and she could breathe better. Yes, she knew she was dreaming still, since she was in this place and cat ears as well as a long tail were adorning her body. This was a dream. Her uncontrollable shaking was lessening too as she completely stopped walking. No need to go further, she had all she needed here.
Feeling tired by all that running around and emotional roller coaster, she laid down, her ears tickled by mischievous grass strands, the colourful trees of the Tulgey woods somewhere on her left... She could also see the table of the Mad tea party in the distance. All was fine, the wind just cool enough and the sun shining on her. Now, she could take a peaceful nap.
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My character's username: Ash My character's level: 28 +25XP Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat wraith Small IC description of character: White-haired and black-winged ghoul Character journal:Ash's log
Johan struggled to move, praying, begging that something would wake him as the nightmare began.
Whispers skittered just on the edge of hearing. An abyss yawned at Johan's feet. Around him, the walls crawled as they were slowly sucked down into an absolute Darkness. Johan knelt down at the edge, flakes of stone crumbling and plummeting into the abyss at his touch. He couldn't hear whoever was whispering. It was very important that he understand.
The whispers withdrew further into the hole. A faint scrap of a snicker drifted to him. There would be no hovering on the edge, it seemed to taunt. All in, or all out. Frowning, Johan leaned further over the edge, one hand clinging to the stone. He reached out with the other, and watched as the tips of his fingers disappeared into Blackness. As he recoiled, the stone gave way beneath his weight. Raucous laughter burst out at him from the depths as he fell into Darkness.
Falling, he struggled to move, to wake himself before the nightmare began again.
Whispers skittered on the edge of his hearing. An abyss yawned at Johan's feet. He had to understand...
He knelt beside the hole, and leaned down, trying to hear the voices. The voices hushed. Johan tried to lean farther, but he was prevented. There was a hand on his shoulder, a voice at his ear.
"It gives what you offer. Try making a wish."
Hands pulled him back from the edge, supporting him, though he couldn't turn to see to whom they belonged. A weight was placed in his hand, and he brought it up to his face. A shining, golden coin. A Wish.
"What should I wish for?" he asked, eyes fixed on the light it was giving off.
"That is your choice. Make it count."
And then the voice, and hands were gone. Johan looked around. The walls no longer crawled, the room seemed to hold its breath. The hole was silent and waiting. He closed his hand around the coin to see how the light shone through his closed fingers. He didn't want to let it go.
"More light." he whispered to the coin. He held his hand over the abyss. He let it go.
As it fell, the light from the coin intensified, and where the light touched, the walls reflected it back until the entire room shone. As it fell, the Darkness in the abyss receded before it, fleeing down the hole. The coin fell out of sight, but the light remained. Johan knelt at the edge of the hole, leaned into it, and looked down it as far as he could.
He felt a hand push him firmly from behind, and he fell into the hole. He floated downward, not knowing where he would end up. But there would be light waiting there for him.
MY STATS
My character's username: JK My character's level: Level 27 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Wraith Current party: Solo Current Guild: No Guild Location: ??? Small IC description of character: Large, glowy teal eyes glare out at everything while the rest of his face is obscured by his scarf. This is one Cheshire Cat you won't be seeing a smile from anytime soon. Character journal:Link
