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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:17 pm
Ryan approached the tree. Which at first, he could have sworn was dead, given the lack of leaves. However, the closer he got, he sensed it. A heartbeat. It was warm, but it was also sickly.
"At last," A feminine voice echoed from the tree, startling Ryan. "At last, someone has arrived to hear my tale. It has been so long, I have been silenced too long, taken and hidden, my power feared but not respected, cultivated until I am barren and empty. This is all that remains of my Legacy, but I am not finished, not yet. As long as my powers remain, my children will prosper after me. They will take up my mantle, to protect, to serve, to remember, and to grieve. Men like the Great King will rise again, and fall just as easily, but I only wish to serve. Come now. Help me fulfill my last desire."
How could he say no to that?
"I'll do what I can. Though I'm not sure how much it will help." But he would try none the less.
Turning away, Ryan walked into the forest and kept walking until finally it cleared and he was standing before a lake, with silver trees further into the distance.
As he approached he noted how the orbs of light danced over the surface of the water, giving the illusion that it was all pure white. However, his attention was soon drawn to something else. Singing. He could hear soft singing coming from the lake.
Ryan put his head beneath the water and listened.
"Heal my children," it chimed, "And when you do I will give you a gift of immeasurable value. That is my only wish and my only desire. Take these waters and carry them to my children."
The orbs danced around him again, pulling him back and out of the water. Though not before he managed to cup his hands and get a handful of water.
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OnionGrump rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:30 pm
With the water carefully held in his cupped hands, Ryan followed the orbs of light, which continued to dance around him and guiding him back to the sickly tree. Though at the same time, he watched the ground. Walking slowly so that he didn't trip and lose his small burden. Unfortunately, in spite of his efforts, water was lost along the way, leaving about half of what he originally held.
Once he was back, he carefully poured the remaining water onto the tree and watched in curiosity as the tree shivered under the liquid. However, he was even more curious, about the acorn that sprouted from the tree's branch, before falling and landing at his feet.
 ( Size 7mm )
Now what?
Ryan looked to the tree, hopeful for an answer, but it merely shuddered and withered, whispering a small 'thank you.'
Now that the water had been delivered and the acorn was spawned, the lights guided him back to the lake. Again it was humming. However, only when did he move into the lake did he hear the words.
"My children need time to grow, to move on from my Grief. Help them create their own Legacy and feed them each unique memories."
Now deep beneath the water, Ryan could see the shadowy forms around him. Large dark bubbles. Each of which contained a memory. His memories. However, they weren't familiar, but rather, they were strange. Foreign. While it had some familiar elements in them, including himself, they weren't something he ever remembered happening.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:34 pm
Quote: Rolling a 6: Your character is a private eye detective, and this time, they have been hired on what is claimed to be an unsolvable case. You arrive there with only your handy notepad and your own, sharp eye. Something about the case seems odd, from the body, to the events happening, something paranormal. You feel like there is more to the story than what you've been given, but you can't place a finger on it, not quite yet. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a detective, in Film Noir setting (in the 1930's). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
He walked towards the body, which had been left untouched as had been requested. This had been the fourth case and up until there hadn't been a single clue as to who the culprit was. Or rather... after getting a closer look, Ryan would have said 'what' the culprit was. The wounds were nothing like he had seen before. The victim's throat had been completely torn out, with force that he would have said was inhuman, and from the chest down, were large gashes. Almost like someone had gone and deliberately tried to gut the victim in a single swipe. However, given the ragged tears in the belly and the teeth marks around the shoulder and the neck, Ryan would have bet that this wasn't the marks of a weapon, but rather, the marks of a wild animal. In fact, just, after looking over the files, Ryan had learned that just about every weapon had been ruled out in the previous cases. Which left the possibility open to an animal attack. But there was just one problem with that theory. There was no other sign of any animal ever being in the room.
Ryan sighed, moving around the body to observe the surroundings close by.
This wasn't a drop zone either. Judging from the blood splatters, the attack happened here, in this building and only a few hours ago. Matching the description they had received describing the screams that had been heard in the building. But there lied the problem. With a vicious attack such as this, surely there would have been some evidence. Such as bloodied tracks, marks, disturbed surroundings, or even something as important as hair samples. But there was nothing. No clues and no evidence, nothing. Just the bizarre wounds and the body itself. Nothing else had ever been discovered. Not in this case and not in the last four. It was almost as though what ever had attacked him had just dropped in, attacked, killed, and then just upped and vanished again, taking any and all evidence pointing towards it. Almost like a ghost.
Perhaps this had been why they had classed it an unsolvable case. Maybe what they were looking for was something that was a little out of the ordinary. After all, who was to say the supernatural didn't exist?
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:35 pm
Quote: Rolling a 10: All characters in this world have the special ability that when they hit a certain age, they can summon a creature form of themselves. The most powerful are the zodiac creatures, the twelve animals that govern the zodiac (starting with Rat --> Pig), the least powerful are the lesser creatures that govern them, such as pigeons, etc. When doing this prompt, look at all the minor achievements your character has collected. If you have less than 10, write for a less powerful one, if you have less than 20 write for an average one, if you have more than 21 write for a greater zodiac creature. How do they bond/ what is their role in this world/ how do they communicate with each other is entirely up to you. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Thud thud thud
"OW!"
Claws sank into Ryan's skin as a diluted tabby cat leaped across the room, landing directly on his back. The same wake up call he had come to expect everyday since the day he had come of age and gained this little 'delightful' little companion of his.
:Rise and shine, you brat. Get up or be late.: The feline didn't move from where he landed and instead, sat down, grooming his paw before lazily dragging it over one ear. A smug look on his face.
Oh that did it.
Ryan sat up. Quick and deliberate, sending the cat flying off and with a satisfying 'thump' colliding with the wall.
:You little s**t! You should be on your knees thanking me for waking you up everyday, out of the goodness of my heart. Instead, you attempt to assassinate you!:
Ryan snorted, giving him a bored look. "One, that would require you having good in you and two, you're not exactly a weak little kitten now are you. Though," He rested his chin on his hand, grinning at the small tabby. "you're not exactly as strong as you claim to be either. Mister, I was almost one of the zodiacs."
Now the feline's--or rather, Rift ( as Ryan had been told to call him ), look darkened. He was well aware he wasn't one of the greater spirit animals. He wasn't one of the twelve. He was merely the thirteenth. The extra. The almost there, but not quite. Or as Ryan's personal favourite--average.
:Now see here! I deserve some respect!: He smacked his paw on the floor, creating a light 'tap tap' sound. :I may not be one of the twelve, but I am not so petty that you can classify me as a lesser beast.: Rift stuck his nose in the air, tail twitching.
It was true what he said. He wasn't of the lesser beasts. He was merely just an average one, in spite of what he claimed. For all Ryan knew, that tale of the cat almost being part of the zodiac was just a legend. A tall tale. But apparently it was one that Rift thrived off of.
"Yeah, yeah. Well, you got your wish, I'm up. I'll go get ready to go and be ready in about ten minutes, so stick around, or you won't get to perch on my shoulder and I'll leave you behind." He grinned again. A very sly grin. "You wouldn't want to encounter Kat's, Levi again, now would you? Y'know, that spirit dog?" The dog who was in fact, unlike Rift, one of the twelve. Who had also happened to take a particular liking to Rift. One that involved chasing the poor feline for hours until finally the foolish cat got himself stranded somewhere out of reach and until Ryan came to rescue him. Some spirit companion.
Remembering this, Rift's fur bristled and he frowned, giving a slight cough.
:Yes, well. That was hardly my fault. He just started chasing me and--oh never mind! Just call me when you're done.: He hissed out before sticking his nose into the air again and wandering into the next room.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:36 pm
Rolled 6 already. Choosing 5.Quote: Rolling a 5: Your character has been a minipet their entire life. They grew up in the Scarefari, where their parents told them to go to Minipet Battle School. Their hopes is to one day breed with a big, strong minipet and create beautiful children. However, on the way there are many adventures, including being bullied by stronger minipets in the Battle Arena, and nearly being sold to the Black Market, or taken to the Altar of Sacrifice. It's a cruel world in the minipet world, and not everyone is out to help them. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a minipet, in the minipet setting (anywhere on the site is fair game for interpretation "icly"). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Cages took up the majority of the space in the room. However, only a handful of them were holding something--or rather someone. He sniffed the air, frowning. He didn't recognize any of them. Nor did they know him. However, like him, they looked just as confused and/or scared.
"Hey, you." Ryan tapped his paw against a bar, fluttering his wings to get the attention of the minipet closest to him. "Any idea of where they're taking us?" He whispered. However, the other, a shy little kitpin, only shook her head.
"Yeah I know where we're going. Though I thought you two might have clued in, given the situation." Came a sour voice. But not from the kitpin. A celestial rune sat in a cage, opposite from the kitpin. Who was now glowering at Ryan. "The black market. You heard of it?"
"Course I have." He answered, crossing his small arms over his fluffy chest. "I just didn't expec--"
"Expect what?" The celestial rune interrupted. "that it actually existed? Or that you'd get caught up in it? Well here's a fact for you. No minipet is safe. Sooner or later, you're likely to be caught and dragged to the market." He paused. A thoughtful expression on his face. "Of course, those who are less fortunate and of greater populace are more likely to face the altar or just the everyday purge. If they're lucky, they'd just be abandoned." Of course, being a celestial rune, a known rarer species, it was clear he wasn't likely to face any of those fates. However being sold on the black market was hardly a favourable fate either.
"But don't you worry," He continued, looking between the kitpin and Ryan." I'm devising a plan of escape. Which, now that you both are awake, might actually be possible."
Curious, both Ryan and the kitpin leaned in closer towards the celestial rune.
"I take it you're both interested?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:37 pm
3 Done. Choosing 1 as my fourth choice.Quote: Rolling a 1: Your character exists in a timeline where the horsemen Apocalypse actually occurred. Basically the Horsemen (four clans) have taken over the Human World. If you are a horsemen you dominate this world, if you are a Hunter you exist as food, if you are part of Halloween you exist as the Resistance fighting against the horsemen. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Tap tap tap
The sound of footsteps approaching forced Ryan to focus. He quickly pushed off the wall, running again. In spite of all that happened, there was still some hope. Even if it was small. Halloween was fighting back. Resisting the horsemen and aiding and and all humans that remained. Including hunters. Ironic, given how once upon a time, the hunters hunted them. But then again, Ryan knew as well as they did, that without human there was no Fear and if there was no Fear there was no Halloween. Hell, that was precisely why he was being pursued in the first place. Not only were humans a food source for denizens of Halloween, but for the horsemen as well. So now they surrounded and caught any and all humans they saw. Rounding them up and collecting them, as though they were some form of cattle.
Well not him!
Ryan kept running, his heart pounding in his chest as the footsteps grew louder.
If he could just find someone from Halloween. If he could seek their help he could figure something out. Maybe even long enough to make a plan and escape this city. He just needed to find--
A shadow loomed over him and Ryan realized he had ran into a dead end, cornering himself. The footsteps stopped. But Ryan knew and they knew, that that was because there was no longer a point in running.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:27 am
Quote: Rolling a 9: Your character only knows about the Arena. They exist in the Arena, they fight in the Arena, they are slaves in the Arena. Every single day, they live, caged, watching countless faces also get roll in, and countless faces die. Every single day they wait for their 99th kill. They are on kill 98. Tomorrow will be kill 99. Tomorrow, they will face -
It is up to you how your character looks, and (optionally) what weapons they use as well as who they face. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Ryan eyed the body as they guard dragged it past his small cell. Closer to a cage really, given the size of lack of freedom to move about or even stretch. But it was all he had ever known and all he had ever been granted, so it was not like he could miss freedom.
The scrapping sound continued as the guard drew closer. However, just as arrived in front of his cell, Ryan quickly looked away again.
Disembowelment.
A slow death. One full of agony and regret. No doubt a crowd favourite.
He leaned back against the wall, gritting his teeth.
Ninety-eight battles now and ninety-eight deaths, and still they weren't satisfied. They always wanted more. More death. More suffering. The pain of those who fought was the gain of those who watched. A sick form of entertainment that had been brought back from ancient times and that had grown wildly popular over the course of the years. He had been born and sold into it. It was perhaps thanks to that small fact that he had even survived this long. But it was likely to all come to an end.
Ninety-nine.
A special number, as it was a number which would likely mark his death. As usual, they had something special planned for him. A grand form of entertainment for his ninety-ninth battle. Whether he would survive it however, was an entirely different question. But he had his doubts. He had heard rumors these past few days. Rumors of a terrible beast. One that had already racked in quite a kill count during its capture. There was a sinking feeling in his heart. As if he knew that he would be another to add to that count.
The gate rattled shut and the guards exited the room, taking the body with them and leaving Ryan to his thoughts. But he had just one.
Tomorrow it would all finally end.
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OnionGrump rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:27 am
Ignore roll. Accidentally rolled another.
The sapling seemed satisfied with the results, visibly growing before his eyes.
Finally. It was almost grown. Ryan felt drained and was more than ready to part. He was very much done with this task.
"Not quite," Came the voice, urging him back towards the lake. Only, it wasn't a lake any longer.
In place of the lake, there was a castle. Shimmering and white as water poured down over multifaceted rocks in tiers and layers.
"Take some of this water, and my blessing. This is my last request. Show my children your world so they will grow each unique and different."
Ryan blinked, reaching out, but to his surprise rather than one, he was left to choose among five tiny pools. Each different and giving off a different feeling. However, one in particular drew him forward.
Ryan picked the water from the cold pool and cringed when a particular memory surfaced, creating a sharp pang of loss and that familiar chilling feeling of pain and regret.
At that moment a wyrm appeared, coiling tightly around the tree before it stared down at him with a somber expression. "Are you satisfied with what I have become?"
Ryan didn't answer.
Was he satisfied? He doubted it. How could anyone be satisfied with such an outcome as this?
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