Fantasy Curse of Dinwater

[CharmingCthulhu]

You all live in the quite little village of Dinwater, developing Europe in 1826. Life is normal and quiet. Until many town folk start seeing unknown creatures in the night roaming in the nearby countryside. This aroused great suspicion as the occurrence became more and more frequent each week. Soon the priest of the Village's main church died by an unknown cause. (His body was brutally mauled) Many more supernatural happenings occur after this. This is the story of a group of teenagers who react to the "happenings".


So, I hope you all like my plot. What I am essentially trying to say in the plot is that you (the Rper's) will be RPing as teenagers who live in the village during the supernatural occurrences.


Village:

Rules:

• Normal RPN Rules apply.
  
• No Mary or Gary Sues please
  
• Please try to stick to at least three lines of text when Roleplaying, unless the situation permits.
  
• Secret Password is Black Butler.
  
• Please remember that this RP is set around the Victorian Era, try not to make a character who can not accommodate this time.
  
• Buggy's, "Phones" (not mobile, duh), and the telegram/graph were all available but not abundant.
  

(Fake) Password is: D. Grey Man

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

(Alright here we go)


Orlando walked down the cobbled streets of his quaint little village. His footsteps would echo through the streets always making him think someone was following him. He'd occasionally look behind him but see nothing. He quickly checked his watch, it was 9:36 PM. Many of the towns folk were now asleep. He had heard the ghost stories that have recently been circling around the town but had not yet believed them. He still walked on towards his house, noting very sound he heard the he knew was not his.

 

[The Doorman]

"Be reasonable, my dear prince!" Said the brunette man as he urged his horse to run faster to catch up to the klutz that was the heir, due to some unfortunate happenings about the Reynolds' residency, the eldest brother had taken quite a tumble and was now paralyzed in his right side, the poor man. As for the prince, well...


"Blast this, stuuupid hooorse!" The prince grumbled, pulling his sleeve back over his shoulder as he rose from the ground, his cape dragging as his shoulders slumped, the only thing that could possibly show his exhaustion more would be his disheveled hair, which was tangled as he'd been awoken from a deep sleep and fled his residence. This had been happening quite a bit, as of late, he swore he'd seen someone... or something, vaulting itself out of the window in his bedchamber, not the sight he was used to and definitely not the site he wished to awake to, in fact, it wasn't even on the list.


"Please, just cooperate and we can be done with this!" Said the guardian of the prince, his blue eyes meeting the violet eyes of the heir, deeply concerned for his health, "Sir, you must return home!" The man said as he clutched the reigns of the boy's horse sighing heavily as the prince attempted to climb back onto the horse without the man's assistance.


"Do not tell me what to do, Anne." The boy spat, glaring at the man with narrowed eyes, "Your job is to follow and listen, and when needed, protect the heir, Sawyer Elizabeth Reynolds I! ME!" He pushed his index finger into the man's chest, "Now shut up and follow." He hopped back up onto the horse, snatching the reigns away from the man and looking around, where could that creature have gone?!

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Ray walked in the woods, enjoying the peace and quiet of the night. She was wearing a boy's shirt and trousers, which most of the people in this towncalled her strange over her. The sticks and leaves tangled in her hair made her llook a bit strange, but she didn't mind it. She was limping from an earlier stumble into a fallen tree, which, combined with her unruly hair, made her look a bit monsterous.


Lyra sat nnear her grave, watching the passing animals in the cemetary. There was a bunny or two, a small finch, and a stray cat. She stood and floated over to the small grey and black creature, stroking its fur gently. The cat purred, leaning in to the scratch, and Lyra smiled.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

A pleasant day, not so pleasant evening. He took a sip of his coffee, concentrating on his book. Life in Dinwater used to be like other villages, peaceful and quiet, along with the occasional crimes. Now everything is different. Dinwater is now shrouded in fear and suspicion, ever since those blasted things happened. Why does it have to be like this? But the question he, and everyone else, wants to know is, what did it?


If you were out in the forests that night, you would have heard something. At first it can be dismissed as just the wind, or the rustling of leaves. But try to hear it more closely, can you hear it? It's someone singing, a rich and pleasant voice, a voice so wonderful it is indistinguishable whether the singer is male or female. A voice so entrancing, you just have to see the singer. Then, as all inhibitions and fears disappear, the courageous ones went to investigate, a huge mistake. What they find was more horrific than anything they've seen, and it was the last thing they saw.


Althusar arrived in the cemetery, having just fed. He really didn't want to do all those things, but he needed to survive, and it was the only way he knew how. Lyra was already there, sitting near her grave, playing with a cat. He truly pitied the girl, having perfect recollection of who she was, but unable to return. "How are you dear child?" He gently asks the poltergeist, scratching the cat between its ears.


(Althusar can mimic voices, just so you know.)


(This is what he was singing)


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[Juli Zakstyre]

Lyra smiled. "Hello Al." She looked at him. "Im ok, i guess." She looked up at the sky, finding her favorite consellation, Orion. "What about you?" She had heard his singing, and, not that she was mad at him or disapproved, but she was sad for whatever pour soul he had eaten. She knew he had to eat, and that was ok. Al was the only friend she had, and she understood him.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Althusar smiled, sitting down beside her. Calling him Al is like calling a dragon Fluffy, it's cute but really inappropriate. If anybody else had called him that, he would have torn that person apart before devouring his soul. But she's not just anybody, she's my friend. He continued to pet the cat, who was happily purring. Lyra and kittens were one of the few things which makes him reveal his soft and sensitive side. "I'm alright, but you should really stop calling me Al. It makes me sound so lame." He said, jokingly pouting at you.

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

Constanze had missed the seminar trying to slip away from her mother.


"Constanze, you must let someone accompany you on your outing! A proper lady never travels unsupervised. Have I not taught you that?"





Constanze sighed, "Yes mother I know. But I won't be gone long I promise. I'm just going to visit Father to return this romance book" she said as she patted her satchel. It wasn't a book about romance, but she knew her mother wouldn't check,


"Fine. Go. But be quick or else you'll be reciting poems until dawn" her mother waved her away.


Constanze didn't need to be told twice. She ran out of her mother's dressing room at full speed, throwing off her skirts and petticoat to reveal man's trousers and a man's loosely fit shirt. She was sure to put up her hair within a hat before she got there, now all she needed was a place to store her skirts. As she ran, she sung the happiest tune she could think of, as loud as she could. There was word that one of the clergy had been brutally murdered. But how it was don't was a mystery. Constanze felt compelled to investigate it

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

"Al doesn't seem so scary to me." She giggled. She looked around at the cemetary. Garden of shadows was right. "You're not lame Althusar. Not even a little." She smiled at the cat and her friend. "And don't you forget it." She said, poking him gently on the hand. "If anyone tells you otherwise, I'LL eat their soul." Lyra sighed and looked up at the sky again. "What's your favorite constellation?"

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Orlando was now passing by the center or the hive of the town. It was eerily quiet for the hive, ever since the priest was murdered close to nobody went outside at night. The town center was a safe place, friendly shop owners would give you discounts, the small police force would chat along with some people, and the Mayor would occasionally visit. Though now it was different.


At night the stalls stood like large skeleton rib cages, casting shadows every which way. The statue in the middle of the center seemed to take on a different form. Many people say it's just the moon, or it was just eroded. But Orlando knew that there was something happening, something bigger than a murder.


He hurried past the town center trying to avoid the eyes of the "towns protector". He was soon out of the hive and began walking calmly down the street. He did the same as before and looked behind his back occasionally, but there was still nothing there. He kept on walking there the dark streets slowly getting closer to his house. In the distance past the house, on a hill, he thought he saw a figure, of possibly a man. But quickly looked away back towards the street. As he took a turn at the street he noticed the silhouette of a girl, walking to where he was coming from.

Spoiler

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

Constanze slowed her run down to a fast walk. It was pass curfew, which made her glad that her mother had no sense of time. Unable to find a hiding spot for her skirts, she simply shoved them into her satchel, careful not to damage the book therein. At this point, she even stopped singing. Anything she could do to not draw attention, she was sure she did. However as she walked along, she saw the silhouette of a man walking from the direction she was headed

 

[The Doorman]

"Young master, I urge you to reconsider!" 'Anne' shouted as he leapt up onto his horse's back, ripping the reigns and clicking his tongue "C'mon Annie, we have to catch up with the heir!" The black and white Clydesdale snorted as if she'd understood every word and rushed after the prince, they'd catch up soon, wait, what was- "SAWYER! LOOK OUT!" The man called out as the horse skidded to a halt.


"Look out for what?!" That was when he nearly ran over... Was that a woman? Sawyer yanked the thoroughbred's had in the opposite direction, though he was sure the horse had bumped her, he'd avoided running her over and in that moment of panic the white horse reared up and fell over without the least bit of elegance or grace. The prince felt to the ground for the second time that night, a scream that was the opposite of manly escaped him, and he landed on his back with an audible thud, "Oh my goodness! THOMAS THE GROUND HERE IS SO DIRTY!" Oh, how he hated dirt, why was the ground here so dirty?!


Dirt? Thomas couldn't help but laugh, "The Earth is made of dirt, you dull boy!" He teased and dismounted the horse to go help the boy off of the 'dirty' ground.





(I should be leaving sometime soon, but I'm here for now!)

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

Constanze was nearly ran over by some fool on his horse. She didn't realize it at first, but when the horse whinnied bumped her and sent her to the floor, her hat sprawling to the ground, she understood what had happened. By the way she hit the ground, she knew that she'd definitely have some scrapes and bruises later, not to mention a split lip. "Good heavens!" She grumbled loudly as she slowly got up. Everything hurt when she moved, "Have you gone mad?" She raised her voice at the fool, "Has no one taught you to ride a horse? Why don't you watch where you're going! Ugh just look at my trousers" the trousers were dindgy and ripped at a knee. "Mother will be cross with me" she was cross with him

 

[The Doorman]

Thomas flinched, "My apologies, madam, the young master hasn't gotten much sleep lately." He looked at her, his blue eyes quickly moving over to the prince as he helped him up, "Are you alright, my prince?"


The boy smacked Thomas away, "I'm fine, Anne." He snapped, embarrassed and exhausted, the prince went over to the horse, who had stood already, he needed to see if she was okay after that fall. "I apologize for nearly running you over, but might I ask what a lady such as yourself is doing alone at this late hour?" Usually he'd be a snob but he was exhausted and concerned for the horse's wellbeing, if she'd been injured he wouldn't forgive himself, how could he? "I'm sorry, Silver... I should've paid more attention..." The boy said, stroking the horse's silky mane a moment before checking her injuries, her side was more than a bit scraped up and even for a horse he knew it had to hurt, what am I saying? This is true, especially for such a large animal, and he'd been too tired to pay much attention and too panicked to move any faster, the woman was lucky she'd escaped without any broken bones, even for the prince this was clumsy.


Thomas approached the girl, "Excuse him, he's had a hard time recently, um..." He sighed, "We can repay you for any damages, oh... My, all you alright? If I didn't have an obligation to the prince, I would have checked on you first..." The man bowed, "Again, I apologize for not keeping a closer eye on him..." Here he was, expecting to be slapped for failing, as the boy's parents would surely do later, whenever they got back to the Reynolds' residence.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Orlando saw the 2 men on horses, one of them falling and possibly knocking over the girl. He could tell that they were talking, but he couldn't hear the words so he closed in. Once he came into a range the he could hear them he stood and listened. They were just simply apologizing to the girl, nothing suspicious. He then walked up to them and slightly waved, "So, how are you three doing tonight?" He paused but then asked another question, "Quite an odd hour to be out, what's the reason." At that question he pulled out his pocket watched and noted the time, 10:01 Pm.

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

Constanze, usually soft-spoken, was too cross to hold her temper, "I am anything but okay! Look at this mess!" She pointed to her clothes, partly glad she wasn't in her skirts, "look at my hands!" She held them up so they could be seen. The heels of her dainty palms were scraped, as were her elbows and knee. Bruises were developing on her shoulder, side and thigh and one of her wrists were beginning to swell. She must have landed on it during her fall, "How will I explain this?" It didn't register to her that she was scolding a complete stranger as well as the prince and his butler. When she did realize it, she covered her mouth.

 

[The Doorman]

"I-I'm sorry, I am not sure what I can do to atone for your suffering, but if I can be of any help I would gladly do so!" Thomas said, seeming to shrink at her scolding, she was just like Lady Renolds, she was a fickle beast of ill intention, he knew, but this girl was just angry.


"Thomas, can you take a look at this, I don't know as much about horses as you do..." The boy rubbed his eyes as he struggled to stay awake, the buttons on his shirt were all out of place and his sleeves were rolled at different lengths, he ran his fingers through his tangled silver hair, "I think she injured her leg..."


The man rushed over, kneeling down to look at the horse's foreleg, "Hmm, looks like a sprain... She shouldn't be carrying any weight for a while..." He looked at the scratches on her side, they were all pretty nasty and he was sure she'd have some awful scars, Thomas put his hands on the sides of Silver's head, her face was fine, "Stay strong, girl..." She'd have a hard time with that injury, she'd make a full recovery though, she was young and she was fit, a mare such as herself couldn't be hindered by such an injury, maybe a week and she'd recover. The girl would take less time, she just seemed a bit panicked.

 

[Juli Zakstyre]

Ray heard the commotion the boys stirred up. She ran towards the sound, almost tripping over another log in her hurry. "Is everyone-" she stopped as she saw the source of the trouble. "Oh. Its YOU." She spat the word "you" out like it was the most disgusting thing she'd ever tasted. She glared at Sawyer with open, raging hatred. She looked over at Constanze and her gaze softened. "Hello Constanze. Aren't you a little late?" She flicked her eyes over to Thomas, then to Sawyer. She saw his dirty outfit and she laughed. "Looks like the 'prince' fell off his high horse, didn't he?" She said, putting verbal air quotes around the word prince. She saw Silver and she gasped. "How did you-" she put two and two together, and she sighed. She pulled out an apple from her satchel, and handed it to Thomas. Among the apple were a few other things. A knife, a roll of bandages, and some twine. She took the knife from the satchel and cut a long length of bandage from it. "Here, hold this." She handed Thomas the roll of bandages and put her knife between her teeth. She picked up a nearby stick and placed it on the horse's sprained leg. "Easy now." She whispered through the knife, gently wrapping the bandage around the length of the stick and binding it to the horse's limb. She grabbed the twine out and cut it, shorter than the bandage. She firmly but gently tied the bandage with the length of twine, making it a nice bow, and stood up, placing the knife and the twine back in her satchel. She took tthe bandage away from Thomas, and placed that back in the bag too. "There you go." She said quietly.

 

[The Doorman]

"E-Excuse me? Who are you?!" What was going on? This girl acted like she knew them personally, how disrespectful! He was taken aback by her actions, he just hoped that stick wasn't willow, or oak, as Silver had a plethora of plant allergies, he grabbed Annabelle's reigns, leading her over to silver and Sawyer.


"Should I recognize you, peasant?" The prince said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. He'd never seen this little girl in his life and hadn't a clue as to why she talked to royalty so casually. "I doubt it, I don't like to associate myself with parasites." He brushed dirt from his shirt and glared at the girl, his usual snobbish smirk returning to his face.


"Sawyer Elizabeth Reynolds!" Thomas crossed his arms, "I thought I taught you better than this!"


"Pfft, what are you, my mum?" The prince responded childishly, sticking his tongue out.


"Yes." Thomas responded, he might as well be the boy's mother, seeing as he'd practically raised him, "Do excuse him... He's not exactly... Erm, well..." He made quotations with his fingers, "...'Prince material', he wasn't meant to be the heir." He then gave the prince the look a disappointed mother gives an unruly child.

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

Constanze, was both embarrassed and bewildered. Embarrassed because she didn't realize who she was scolding. Bewildered because the horse seemed fine enough and yet the attention was focused on it. She stayed quiet, fearing that somewhere, her mother was waiting with some way to punish her for her temper. As Ray came along, Constanze turned her attention to her, she had a look of horror on her face, "I just scolded royalty." She mouthed as she grabbed her arm

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Orlando watched the three dable on, but a fourth one had joined and had treated to the minor wounds. He simply walked through the group, diminishing the question he had not yet received an answer. After he was about 5 yards away from the group he continued walking and still occasionally checking behind his back. He then looked back at the hills that he last saw the creature, it was now gone, but filling in it's presence was a large swarm of what seemed to be crows. At this he started running to his house, and was soon able to get there. On his short run it had started to rain pretty hard. Once he was inside he locked the door behind him and then lit the oil lamp. His father had left for a merchant's trip. So he decided to read a book. He could hear the pitter patter of the rain on the windows.


The creature atop the hill had seen the boy look at him, making it retreated back to it's unknown hideout in the hills.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Sebastian was headed for the statue, a place he always goes to, even before all these weird happenings. He would not let freak accidents hinder him from going there. It had been his favorite thinking place. Whenever he was alone or angry or distressed, going to this place made him happy. But not tonight. There were 5 people already there, and the seem to be arguing. Sebastian recognized one of them, no two actually. "Elizabeth, Anne! What a pleasant surprise." He said, grinning at the two.


Althusar chuckled at what Lyra said, it was amusing yet touching. Nobody ever said that before, someone willing to kill for him. "Thank you Lyra." He said, smiling at his friend. He looked up at the sky, looking at the stars. "No, I don't have a favorite constellation. You see, constellations are just in a person's perspective. To me, the whole sky is a constellation, everything is connected and leads to one big thing." He explained, smiling at her.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

The creature started talking to it's self in it's ancient language as it assembled miscellaneous junk that had accumulated in his hide out. He was assembling what seemed to be a weapon, from any perspective that's what would have been seen, but it was something more than a weapon. As he assembled it he cut himself on his 3rd finger, silver blood oozing from the wound, it shrieked.


Orlando was reading his book, listening to the pitter patter f the rain. He had just finished the book and closed it as he heard a loud shriek that had erupted through the valley. This made him jump from his seat and grab his coat. he quickly blew out the lamp and grabbed his father's flintlock pistol and stuffed it in his belt, as so it's hidden by the large coat. He then walked out of his house and locked the door behind him. he then walked back to the statue knowing there might be something that had to do with the large shriek there.

 

[The Doorman]

"Oh, I recognize you... Sa... Se..." 'Anne' thought a moment before he remembered, turning back to the boy with a spark in his blue eyes, "Sebastian, correct?" He'd remembered an encounter with the boy for two reasons, one, he couldn't help but remember someone with the name 'Sebastian' A rather overused name for fictional butlers, two, because after his grand introduction, Sawyer became enraged by the use of his unfortunate middle name, Elizabeth.


The prince's face turned red, now that he'd awakened some this could be caused by extreme anger, or embarrassment. In this case it happened to be both, though what truly showed was his anger, "No, no, I am NOT EVEN going to respond to that!"


"You just did, my prince~" Thomas said teasingly, holding back a playful grin to avoid any punishment.


"Hark! Tis that a man I hear speaking? Nay, 'twas only the wind." Sawyer spoke, suddenly taking interest in Silver's flowing mane, ignoring any comments made after his response to "the wind".

 

[The Meticulous Liar]

Constanze couldn't help but giggle at the prince's feminine middle name. She tried to stifle her laughter, but it didn't make it any better when the prince reacted the way he did. She had to turn her head and lean against a nearby wall, clutching it desperately in the hopes that maybe it would help her get a hold of herself. This Sebastian fellow must be well acquainted with these two, she thought to herself.