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[font=century][size=5][color=transparent]indent1[/color]Ten thousand years ago, there existed six terrible beings. Demons from another plane, whose only goal was to bring destruction upon the world. They split the people into sides, causing numerous wars all over the planet, and with every death they grew stronger. Soon it seemed there was no hope left; the monsters who had ravaged the world were too powerful, and nothing could stop them now.
[color=transparent]indent1[/color]But in a last ditch effort, the most powerful mage in the world gathered the most skilled craftsmen from around the globe, and together they crafted six magical objects that could trap the demons and contain their power. The demons got word of this attempt, but by the time they had reached the site, it was too late. The mage used the last of his power to trap them in these objects forever.
[color=transparent]indent1[/color]Or so they thought. One of the demons had seen that their defeat was inevitable, and so had sought out one of the craftsmen who were to make the objects and corrupted them. The sixth demon was never locked away, but was still drained to almost nothing. So they bided their time until they had regained enough power to return to the world.
[color=transparent]indent1[/color]The corrupted craftsmen also built a weapon with the power to shatter the binding on those objects, and passed it on to their descendants. The family line was eventually lost to time, but rumor has it that the weapon is still in their possession. The objects were also given to the respective families, but those are known to have left the possession of those families.
[color=transparent]indent1[/color]Meanwhile, the world moved on. The demons faded to legend, and the legend was eventually lost to time. A few old tomes still spoke of the destruction they had caused, but not in any language still known to man.
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[font=century][size=5][color=transparent]indent1[/color]That's where you come in. You and five others have been called to this place, a strange mansion a few miles from the city of Calontus, by a powerful individual who asked for you specifically. You are unsure as to the motives of this individual, and as to the job they wish for you to complete, but the promise of generous compensation has convinced you maybe it isn't such a bad idea to check it out.[/size][/font]
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Good Things Come to Those Who Wait
indent1Ten thousand years ago, there existed six terrible beings. Demons from another plane, whose only goal was to bring destruction upon the world. They split the people into sides, causing numerous wars all over the planet, and with every death they grew stronger. Soon it seemed there was no hope left; the monsters who had ravaged the world were too powerful, and nothing could stop them now.
indent1But in a last ditch effort, the most powerful mage in the world gathered the most skilled craftsmen from around the globe, and together they crafted six magical objects that could trap the demons and contain their power. The demons got word of this attempt, but by the time they had reached the site, it was too late. The mage used the last of his power to trap them in these objects forever.
indent1Or so they thought. One of the demons had seen that their defeat was inevitable, and so had sought out one of the craftsmen who were to make the objects and corrupted them. The sixth demon was never locked away, but was still drained to almost nothing. So they bided their time until they had regained enough power to return to the world.
indent1The corrupted craftsmen also built a weapon with the power to shatter the binding on those objects, and passed it on to their descendants. The family line was eventually lost to time, but rumor has it that the weapon is still in their possession. The objects were also given to the respective families, but those are known to have left the possession of those families.
indent1Meanwhile, the world moved on. The demons faded to legend, and the legend was eventually lost to time. A few old tomes still spoke of the destruction they had caused, but not in any language still known to man.
indent1That's where you come in. You and five others have been called to this place, a strange mansion a few miles from the city of Calontus, by a powerful individual who asked for you specifically. You are unsure as to the motives of this individual, and as to the job they wish for you to complete, but the promise of generous compensation has convinced you maybe it isn't such a bad idea to check it out.
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Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
—Edgar Allen Poe
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Posting Order:
1. Me! (yay)
2. LuckoftheClaws!
3. Scales25!
4. Exmarten!
5. Relics!
If/when the party splits up I will post more often. I'll give you about a day before i ping you, and if you don't post or give a reason for a few days after that I'll skip your turn.
Posting Order:
1. Me! (yay)
2. LuckoftheClaws!
3. Scales25!
4. Exmarten!
5. Relics!
If/when the party splits up I will post more often. I'll give you about a day before i ping you, and if you don't post or give a reason for a few days after that I'll skip your turn.
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Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
—Edgar Allen Poe
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Juuust in case I want to add some things later
Juuust in case I want to add some things later
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Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
—Edgar Allen Poe
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Directed to: Everyone
indent1You are standing in the entrance hall of a modest manor house, definitely nicer than most could afford, but not blatantly showy. The floor is covered in a plush carpet, and the walls are painted a bright off-white. There are three sets of double doors, one on each side of the hall, and one at the end.
indent1You are here because of a note, that provided only an address and the promise of a great reward. There are three others, who also seem to have received a note.
indent1The doors at the end of the hall swing open, and a young woman who looked about twenty enters the room and beckons for you to follow her.
indent1"Mistress Velna will see you now."
Directed to: Everyone
indent1You are standing in the entrance hall of a modest manor house, definitely nicer than most could afford, but not blatantly showy. The floor is covered in a plush carpet, and the walls are painted a bright off-white. There are three sets of double doors, one on each side of the hall, and one at the end.
indent1You are here because of a note, that provided only an address and the promise of a great reward. There are three others, who also seem to have received a note.
indent1The doors at the end of the hall swing open, and a young woman who looked about twenty enters the room and beckons for you to follow her.
indent1"Mistress Velna will see you now."
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Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
—Edgar Allen Poe
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Gripping her cap to hold it down against her head, Wolfgang slowly and warily enters.
She carefully inspects the room, taking note of entrances and doors (never hurts to be careful)
Gripping her cap to hold it down against her head, Wolfgang slowly and warily enters.
She carefully inspects the room, taking note of entrances and doors (never hurts to be careful)
Majkku was nervous, there was no way to hide it. A note only containing the address and a promise had lead him, and two others apparently, to this strange house. Majkku trembled, gripping his sleeves tightly. Before he had even approached the house he made sure to fluff his hair and flatten his ears, after all it was best to appear human when meeting new people. A girl, one of the ones that had a note, entered cautiously, seeming to inspect whatever was on the other side of the door. Majkku took a step forward, and felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked besind him to see a small brown sparrow, who had been following him for a while now, and sighed. Nothing Majkku said worked on the bird, and he wasn't going to use his magic to make her stay put, not after what his father told him. Might as well try to protect her while I can. Majkku thought as he held out his finger for the bird to perch on. Still shaking, he entered the house.
Majkku was nervous, there was no way to hide it. A note only containing the address and a promise had lead him, and two others apparently, to this strange house. Majkku trembled, gripping his sleeves tightly. Before he had even approached the house he made sure to fluff his hair and flatten his ears, after all it was best to appear human when meeting new people. A girl, one of the ones that had a note, entered cautiously, seeming to inspect whatever was on the other side of the door. Majkku took a step forward, and felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked besind him to see a small brown sparrow, who had been following him for a while now, and sighed. Nothing Majkku said worked on the bird, and he wasn't going to use his magic to make her stay put, not after what his father told him. Might as well try to protect her while I can. Majkku thought as he held out his finger for the bird to perch on. Still shaking, he entered the house.
Jarin absorbs the basics of his surroundings quickly - two other people, three doors, carpet, opulent yet tasteful decor. The paper in his hand promised a great reward for coming to the Velna Manor; presumably the others had received a similar note. He purses his lips, feeling uneasy. Such a shady situation definitely warranted backup, but the reward would have to be split between all of them and he doesn't know these people - he can't trust them to have his back the way he can trust his rare field partners.
A young woman opens the door at the end of the hall and says, "Mistress Velna will see you now."
Breaking away from his thoughts, Jarin stands back and observes the others; the wary girl gripping her hat and taking note of the exits and the nervous boy carrying what looked like a sparrow on his outstretched finger. Jarin blinks at that, slightly thrown. People don't usually go through the effort to tame sparrows, right...?
Shaking his head, he moves to follow both of them, making his way deeper into the Manor.
Mistress Velna was waiting.
Jarin absorbs the basics of his surroundings quickly - two other people, three doors, carpet, opulent yet tasteful decor. The paper in his hand promised a great reward for coming to the Velna Manor; presumably the others had received a similar note. He purses his lips, feeling uneasy. Such a shady situation definitely warranted backup, but the reward would have to be split between all of them and he doesn't know these people - he can't trust them to have his back the way he can trust his rare field partners.
A young woman opens the door at the end of the hall and says, "Mistress Velna will see you now."
Breaking away from his thoughts, Jarin stands back and observes the others; the wary girl gripping her hat and taking note of the exits and the nervous boy carrying what looked like a sparrow on his outstretched finger. Jarin blinks at that, slightly thrown. People don't usually go through the effort to tame sparrows, right...?
Shaking his head, he moves to follow both of them, making his way deeper into the Manor.
Mistress Velna was waiting.
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there's 20+ ppl and 2 computers at my youth shelter
Vanir had never liked horses, and it was at times like these that he remembered why. Not only were they practically a symbol for why he couldn’t get anywhere in life, but they stunk, they never stopped eating, and for whatever gods forsaken reason his in particular never seemed to listen. Thanks to his rural upbringing, he was quite skilled in handling and riding horses - heck, he could even shoot a moving target with his bow from the back a galloping equine - but with his rotten luck, the horse that was gifted to him on his eighteenth birthday was a real pain in the neck. He could always reign him in eventually, but then he would turn up late to whatever he was riding to, and today was not the day to be late.
As he and his horse made it to the entrance of the mysterious Velna Manor, Vanir suddenly jerked back on the bridle, hoping that for once in his miserable life his horse would actually obey. To his surprise, it did. With no time to waste, he slid off the side of his mount, pulled his quiver out of the saddlebag and strapped it on, and bolted for the front door. He didn’t even bother to tie the stupid horse up; if he decided to run away, that was one less mouth he would have to feed. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been delighted at the thought of losing his cantankerous beast.
Despite his rush, Vanir practically skidded to a stop once he’d reached the front door. He had to look at least mildly presentable if he intended on entering such a well kept establishment. Quickly, he smoothed out his tunic, wiped a splatter of mud off of his cheek, and flung a lone piece of straw out of his hair. It was good enough for now, he decided, and without further preparations he pushed open one of the doors just in time to hear a young woman invite them to proceed through the manor.
Them? Vanir took a moment to acknowledge the fact that there were three other people in the room. White hair, black hair, chestnut hair. Those nicknames would have to do for now. Add his pale blonde to the mix, and they had a complete set. They were all complete strangers to him, although he made no effort to introduce himself. In fact, he went out of his way to remain practically unseen, slinking around the perimeter of the room like a cat. Sticking to the shadows, he made his way to the opposite end of the room and slid into the open set of doors next to the young woman. Now, he was sure that everyone could see him once he’d come up to what was basically center stage, but he’d made his discreet entrance. That’s all he cared about. Before they left the entrance hall completely in the dust, he looked back and made a quick note of the first room’s layout, just in case he needed it for later.
Vanir had never liked horses, and it was at times like these that he remembered why. Not only were they practically a symbol for why he couldn’t get anywhere in life, but they stunk, they never stopped eating, and for whatever gods forsaken reason his in particular never seemed to listen. Thanks to his rural upbringing, he was quite skilled in handling and riding horses - heck, he could even shoot a moving target with his bow from the back a galloping equine - but with his rotten luck, the horse that was gifted to him on his eighteenth birthday was a real pain in the neck. He could always reign him in eventually, but then he would turn up late to whatever he was riding to, and today was not the day to be late.
As he and his horse made it to the entrance of the mysterious Velna Manor, Vanir suddenly jerked back on the bridle, hoping that for once in his miserable life his horse would actually obey. To his surprise, it did. With no time to waste, he slid off the side of his mount, pulled his quiver out of the saddlebag and strapped it on, and bolted for the front door. He didn’t even bother to tie the stupid horse up; if he decided to run away, that was one less mouth he would have to feed. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been delighted at the thought of losing his cantankerous beast.
Despite his rush, Vanir practically skidded to a stop once he’d reached the front door. He had to look at least mildly presentable if he intended on entering such a well kept establishment. Quickly, he smoothed out his tunic, wiped a splatter of mud off of his cheek, and flung a lone piece of straw out of his hair. It was good enough for now, he decided, and without further preparations he pushed open one of the doors just in time to hear a young woman invite them to proceed through the manor.
Them? Vanir took a moment to acknowledge the fact that there were three other people in the room. White hair, black hair, chestnut hair. Those nicknames would have to do for now. Add his pale blonde to the mix, and they had a complete set. They were all complete strangers to him, although he made no effort to introduce himself. In fact, he went out of his way to remain practically unseen, slinking around the perimeter of the room like a cat. Sticking to the shadows, he made his way to the opposite end of the room and slid into the open set of doors next to the young woman. Now, he was sure that everyone could see him once he’d come up to what was basically center stage, but he’d made his discreet entrance. That’s all he cared about. Before they left the entrance hall completely in the dust, he looked back and made a quick note of the first room’s layout, just in case he needed it for later.
Live today. Don’t wait for tomorrow.
Lydia led the four past the double doors and into a comfortable sitting room. There were six chairs, one of which was already filled. Another woman was sitting there, sipping tea.
"Please take a seat," she said, smiling politely. Lydia took a seat next to her.
"I think we should start with introductions. I know who you all are, of course, but it will be less awkward if you introduce yourselves. My name is Aiki Velna, and this is Lydia."
Lydia led the four past the double doors and into a comfortable sitting room. There were six chairs, one of which was already filled. Another woman was sitting there, sipping tea.
"Please take a seat," she said, smiling politely. Lydia took a seat next to her.
"I think we should start with introductions. I know who you all are, of course, but it will be less awkward if you introduce yourselves. My name is Aiki Velna, and this is Lydia."
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Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
—Edgar Allen Poe
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Wolfgang took a seat on the edge of one chair, looking the woman straight in the eyes
Wolfgang took a seat on the edge of one chair, looking the woman straight in the eyes