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 Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 11:03 pm
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This roleplay was the first interaction by Edward and Irving-John and even though it was short it caused much influence and confusion on Irving's part. The acceptance of the dusty tome and the confusing procedures upon summoning a 'daemon' of his own. Although he researched endlessly afterward Irving found no answer so he kept examining the tome, hoping to find the key answer about the mystery of finding Natalie.
After all, he had become a test subject.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 11:11 pm
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The streets were filled with rolling leaves, and droplets of morning dew as the sun lay far below the eastern horizon. Men wandered barren streets carrying bags full of tinkers and toys of all shapes and sizes, some more important than others, most quite useless. Possibly the strangest thing about these mysterious men was the absolute shady appearance in which they was dressed.
One man's body body, his clothing, his expression, all seemed to vanish within the shadows in which he crept in. Perhaps the oddest thing about this man was where he ended up, the Resendt Manor.
A large house crowded within twins of it's own kind, that lay filled with everything a man could ever desire. It was home to the richest and wealthiest families of town and the Resendt family was perhaps the most well known of them all.
The shady and scraggly man, Irving-John, himself explored the streets searching for unknown items to perform a service to himself and to employ his mind upon a new adventure.
Irving was an empty man, a middle-aged man who dare to keep his sanity even in the best of times. His hair was a peppered brown and gray, and his eyes were half blinded as he struggled around wearing a pair of glasses. His clothes never matched, his voice never stayed steady- and yet he was respected by many.
The amount of influence he inserted on the town was unprecedented. The owner, editor, and producer of the towns 'Gazette', an evening newspaper delivered once a day.
Although his journey to the house was seen as strange by many passer-bys; his legal slip into the quarters was rumored suspicious by more than just who saw it. It was unknown if this mysterious man was Irving-John himself for the town had never seen nor confronted such a man and it was unheard of the powerful being to show his face to any individual.
Stepping in the gate though, Irving breathed a sigh of relief and headed quickly inside the manor. The hall was dim in the morning-light but a quick scurry up the stairs and into one of the far rooms within the reaches of the house threw him into near pitch-black darkness.
The room in which he stood was a dark, elongated and circular room situated far in the depths of the house's monstrous size. Pulling out a handkerchief he wiped his sweaty brow and lowered the heavy bag of items to the floor where he immediately began situating them.
When Irving finished his body backed away and as his eyes observed the items in their correct places his mind was digging into his memory of what he read in the dusty tome- which now laid in the very center of the room.
Irving had spent days examining the ancient thing and finally he had found something that had intrigued him. A scripture that described something he had never seen before. Of course, Irving didn't understand a word written in the text but he deciphered a general passage from it.
'To achieve what has been lost,
Look into that in which has not,
Take upon that object hardheartedly,
And offer it upon a plate so peacefully.
In exchange a service due to be paid
And in service 'I' shall obey.'
He had spent hours researching books to find what each word meant and after giving up with this as a result Irving had little idea in what to do next. So he had thought carefully, and slowly he came to a conclusion fully worth while.
Looking upon the set up carefully Irving took in everything he saw. In the center laid the dusty book in which laid a language far foreign to his mortal knowledge. In front, within iron claws, a mirror was held in hopes of reflecting that to himself which he had left. Surrounding the small area were candles, books, and markings all opened to specifically marked pages or lit according to the knowledge in which he held.
Such a powerful being existed out there, somewhere in another realm that could supposedly bring his loved one back. In agreement for this tome Irving remembered what he had offered, he was now a test subject, an object to his 'employer'.
Placing his body carefully within his 'spell-circle' his hands uneasily reached out for the book and pulled it open to the marked page of the scripture. It seemed to burn in his skull as he read over the foreign words once more and as his heart beat calmed down so did the speed of time.
It all felt so slow, so deja-vu like. Nodding his head Irving carefully looked into the mirror and saw his reflection frowning back at him. Slowly he sighed and reaching out for the glass he adjusted it accordingly.
The air around him grew tense as he began to repeat the phrase and closing his eyes as he finished his body allowed him a couple more breaths before he stopped.
Nothing.
Again he tried, with more inflection but still no response.
So slowly he lowered his head in shame and only looked at the floor for just a moment before he looked up. "I offer you- my life, my soul, and my spirit in exchange for a treasure hunt. The hunt for my long lost love, Natalie." he whispered from pure desperation.
That was enough. Quickly all of the candles in the room where extinguished and as all of the room was consumed by the creeping darkness for a moment. Irving was left staring into darkness until a moment later something in the distance moved.
"You called?" it replied.
Irving stared in pure disbelief over the creature that now hovered over him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:12 pm
Suddenly, you awaken. You are alone. A look at your clock reveals it is midnight--outside the window, the full moon is dark; a streetlight flickers and dies. You feel eyes on your back, and you realize that someone is in your room. There is a soft mumbling, words unintelligible, monstrous--like an inhuman throat is trying to produce human words. Turning slowly, you see a dark shadow in a corner, rocking itself back and forth. Back and forth.
Any attempt to illuminate the monster is thwarted; the darkness of its corner is impenetrable. Your demon does not answer your calls. When you speak to the figure, it doesn't answer, unless there's a slight alteration in the unintelligible mumbling.
Finally, when you approach the shadow-monster, it vanishes.
There is no trace it was ever there.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:00 am
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Such a Stormy Night
Wind and Rain hurled itself up again creaking glass windows one dark stormy night. Shutters slammed upon every building and within every house silence was kept. Beings walked the streets and shadows came to life within the ruined town at night. Nestled between two other gated manors the Resendt Manor stood small amongst his tall neighbors. The house was surrounded by gardens and near impenetrable any time of day.
Inside the house, far back on the second floor, Irving slept restlessly in his bed. His body turned and rolled with every clap of thunder, slamming shutter, and creak of hardwood flooring inside the house. His eyes never opened and his body never awoke but it seemed as if a nightmare was lurking in his mind.
Tossing uneasily the restless mind accounted for the past weeks events. Upon his visit to the strange Daemonolgie Shop he had acquired himself a tome, rumored to make a contacted wish come true.
He hadn't believed it until the faithful night when Hunter crept from the shadows on a day exactly like this. A scream had only escaped his lips but a silenced call from the lanky demon had silenced him and the contract was place. No, it wasn't anything ordinary, but he had feared sleep ever since.
Irving feared for his life, and since that date he had tried to distance himself from the demon but the beast always seemed to be lurking in his shadows- unseen by who didn't deserve to see him.
Turning again as thunder roared through the room Irving-John sat up straight up in bed, eyes wide, blankets tossed aside as a voice crept through the air.
A noise filled the air, it sounded like murmuring- a voice... calling to him.
Rubbing his eyes our of curiosity Irving wearily let his eyes creep around the room. Shadows covered the narrow room and the window opposite of him only lit up to expose the silhouetted exterior of his home.
Carefully lighting the candle he looked around and yawned, "Who, no, What are you?"He asked. No response. Silence lurked in the room- and it seemed to be weighing heavy on him. Nodding his head he tiredly blew out the candle and set it down as he covered back up in the blankets.
Another call, another question. The voice rose and dropped in pitch like a hoarse old man.
It sounded again and Irving sat up again but as he reached for the candle he noticed something- it wasn't there. The place where he had laid the object was empty and in it's place only a match sat.
"Just w-who are you to be sneaking into my home like this?" he demanded. A laugh was all that was heard in return and a futile call for his hunter was futile. Whoever, or whatever had trapped him in here and was talking to him wasn't friendly.
It silenced him this time, cutting him off with another round of slurs and bats of intangible phrases.
Irving had no clue what the voice was talking about and with his anxiety and fear rising in extreme amounts his breaths became shorter and again he began to look about. "Get out!" he barked at the silence.
No response.
"Whoever you are, leave me alone!" Irving yelled as he threw his feet over the edge of the bed. Searching every corner of the room blindly he tossed over piles of books, tripped over an old antique item and nearly fell flat on a desk stuffed in the corner. His final searching point was out of the window and in a rush he pushed the panes open and looked outside.
Irving was staring into the distance, nothing was out here. No man, no object, nothing could have been making that noise. Looking around Irving felt the rain begin to weigh on his clothes and in a frenzy he shut the windows and locked them back.
A howl filled the room- then a noise that sounded like laughter echoed in the distance.
Irving spun around but as his eyes caught a glimpse of only darkness he called for his hunter again but as silence only greeted his response his feet guided him from the room and in a frenzy into the protection of the demon he feared.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 5:49 pm
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Something new... there isn't much to say but Irving probably learned more than he ever has before.
Mi, Asmo, and Zuleika
All three were just a few of the several new people he met, especially something new he learned about was Sybil van Helsing held the service of the very Princess of Hell.
Too much, he thought, too fast.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 9:00 pm
Someone is talking, and though their voice is low, you can hear them. The voice is female, attractive but hoarse; the shape genderless, gawky, bony, and ensconced in shadow that follows the body as it moves. It is the monster that appeared the first night of these disturbances, returned; its words are in your native tongue, interspersed with the whimpers and wails of its first visitation.
"The first is yourself; the second, your children; then the female without mate; then the child, and the mother whose babe is yet unknown... The wife given unwillingly is third from last, the son without mate, then the husband. The least is the one that ends not in death..."
She repeats this; that is the only answer to any question you care to pose. The only question that brings change is "Who are you?"
She answers: "With forcible sacrifice, you must desire their death."
Then she speaks no more until you approach her; then, she disappears.
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