StardustTroubadour
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Ard-Mhéara: The Witching Hour
Ignoring the word's of your obnoxious lil' brother
"Kill or be killed!"
Spill the words from your mother. I'll lay awake for a while.
I'll leave the light on a while. But you...
Couldn't last a life time! Caught between here and the days of it, Carving their names into your arm.
With every wish. It's hit or miss!
"I told you so." I measure distance in lines. Departing the rest of my life. But you, you, you...
You had better things to do. But you, you, you... You had better things to do! Liar, liar, liar liar. Liar, liar, liar, liar. Liar, liar, liar, lie away.
Pray for us all, pray for us all, pray for us all, pray for your soul. Pray for us all, pray for us all, pray for us all, pray for your soul.Interest
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- File001PreludeI have come to acquaint myself with a man's odd phrasing. "My Lord has many mansions." He was a old kindly physician. Well versed in his craft and slept a lot. The gentlemanly sort and he sought to build me up back when I lost everything.
I walk the path of a twilit road. As he did before me. Many swore he was helpful while other's thought him some crazy old person. He gave me many tools to help those across the "mansions" he spoke of. The thing I wish he told me sooner was how many shadows reside in the dark. If I had known that then, maybe... I guess that will just have to be a story for another time.
How do you feel about the unexplained stories through out history? Hauntings, abductions of the lil green men variety, the odd way that people go mad in the dead of night? Normal people might find it terrifying... Maybe my brain doesn't function on the same wavelength? I guess that's why I walked the Twixt in the first place. Me and others like me. I, was not the beginning and I surely won't be the last.
Speaking of the beginning, let me start from there...
File002BeginningI was a normal college student in a city in Wisconsin. Hillvale wasn't big, rather it was a tourist attraction being right near the coast of the lake that divides the U.S. from Canada. It had enough wild life in the moutains, and evergreen forests that were on the out skirts of town to keep the locals fed when hunting season came around. Beaches near the lake for summer enjoyment and fishing. Enough coffee shops to keep the busy bodies, and students that walked the streets during the day from dropping during their day to day life. What happened one night stopped our once peaceful economy dead in it's tracks, however. The thickest fog on record had come rolling in over Mother Superior that even our brightest lighthouse couldn't pierce. That night people went missing in droves. The local government should have been on red alert... They just wrote it off instead. So much for public service.
So a bunch of the citizens took on some vigilante justice. The lighthouse after that day went dark and was all but abandoned. That seemed like the best place to look. I never viewed myself as a "Velma" to lead the Scooby gang to the clues. It had to be done, of course this loop had gone on many times before. If not done by me, than who? Would it it have been you? Well... Let's find out at the beginning of this new loop. Together we'll fix it this time, yeah?
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- File003The TwixtHow to explain? The Twixt is what me and a group of other's found a top a light house. Think of our small corner of Wisconsin as inverted. Not so much so that it's upside down. Rather it's a shadow of itself. The foggy streets that night must have been a collective of a supernatural force trying to cling to this world. For what reason? In due time... Rather focus on the here and now. That's what keeps you alive. The creature's that spooked you from fairy tales and old stories are very real. That should be the first thing I cover.
Those that walk these dank, dark, streets have incredible power. At a fairly steep price. Blood was given as sacrifice to appease old pagan Gods. Those same God's still ask tribute for those here. In exchange they offer control over the four elements Wind, Earth, Fire, Water, some have even said there's a fifth element in the form of spirit. Those that told me that swore they had no "Spirit" of their own. If you are to reside here. Well, "When in Rome do as the Romans do."File004CryptidsThe shadow creatures here are some of the worst things imaginable. Many of them draw inspiration from the myths of the locals around Wisconsin. Often you might hear of a coming thunderstorm. What you don't hear about is the myth of the black dog. The Harbinger for it. The fog that blocks the light, the angel, the society, it may even be you. Rather it is to say that the inspiration isn't drawn from these. It's probably more like they are the myth incarnate. The Twixt makes monsters, sure... But are they monsters or something else?
Maybe this talk of Aliens was just a misunderstanding? Maybe those that don't understand the old world should have worked more to keep their secrets. They shouldn't speak about the boogeyman if they didn't want him to show up the following night. When you invite things like this by spoken word. It's bound to come snarling at your door whether you want it to or not.45%Races...
- File005OOC MessageThis story is inspired by Avatar The Last Airbender, Persona, Earthbound, Dandadan, Monogatari, and The Owl House. As well as some spiritualist aspects from real life. I reserve the right to change mechanics on a whim to both hinder and help the player. The reason for this is simply to write a story that would be enjoyable to both it's participants and reader. Your choices as a player hold power here. They should be rewarded accordingly.
With that said, I'm fascinated with the occult practices through out history. Those will be explored here in a fictional city. My little corner of Wisconsin is in no way representative of real town in Wisconsin, Lake Superior, or Canada. Instead it should be treated much the same as say Gotham City or the fictional representation of Queens in Marvel comics. It is meant in no way to be indicative of real life places or events that are currently or formerly taking place there.
When I mentioned the "Blood Price". I meant it will literally take your life force to use the power you can acquire if you seek it. I would also like an indication of that blood flowing. A nose bleed is fine and that blood will flow the more you use that power. So I'm gonna need like horror movie spurts for big powerful attacks. Please spend cautiously. Treat your life force as exactly that. Thank you.File006Rules
- Please be respectful to fellow players. In game rudeness is fine. I myself am known for playing the crass character. Just make sure they know you're acting is all.
- This is intended as a 18+ style game. There will be cursing, drinking, smoking, gore, etc. I mean blood was stated as part of a price for power.
- Obviously all the usual, No God's, auto's or using outside knowledge. However, I'm gonna be lenient with how powerful you can be. Since your power is literally killing you. You could for example fly with wind or fire powers for movement. Ride along the ground at high speeds with a rock, or even control other crystaline matter in the case of earth, Swim really fast in water, trap someone in a drowning prison. Just make sure not to over do it. Three turns of excessive use may be enough to end someone's life even if they are supernaturally gifted.
- I'll make the OOC for plotting purposes. I'll give a heads up when you're getting buffs and stuff.
- Lastly, I'm expecting literacy. A minimum requirement of three paragraphs. A paragraph is at least three sentences.Other than that have fun fellow writers.
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