conman2163
Leader of the Conmanist Party
Ambience:
This RP is part of the Isekai Hell setting. Check the links above to learn more about it.
Three Memer skips. Nachtum has been left behind at camp.
What to expect out of character: 4-5 day posting cycles. If you cannot post within the time period communicate or you might get skipped. Ask any and all clarifying questions you have in the discord, plot or otherwise. When using secondary skills please mention them in your post. Additionally, please link your character sheet in your post format somewhere, and place any abilities at the bottom of your post with the cooldown. For ease of recap, please provide a tldr; of your post highlighting important actions/interactions. Players can make multiple Out Of Combat actions, but do not go overboard. In Combat the 3 action Economy is in effect. Ability cooldowns are also in effect at all times.
Time: 8:00 a.m.
Weather: Frigid Rain, Skies with dark clouds.
Location: Northwest Ryke, A forest camp
Lucius Gallicus
slifer37
EMIYAman
Elvario
Tellussoil
Rev IX
Develius
From here on in every decision you make could have a definite impact on the outcome of the mission. I highly encourage you to speak with your team members and coordinate your actions OOC. It could mean the difference between walking into something blindly or with the knowledge to handle the situation. Ask any and all question you have for me OOC.
Whatever the party intended, the actions of Arkham and Noelle had a telling effect almost immediately. A loud unearthly shriek came from either side of the path as Noelle shouted and rang the bell while Arkham tried the door.
The large timbers of the door shrieked and shuttered violently as Arkham put his strength into pushing on the doors. Both doors crashed down an inch, quickly covering the distance between the bottom of the gates and the ground, then they swayed dangerously. They threatened to collapse onto the whole party gathered outside them but then very quickly reversed direction to fall inwards towards the village. There was a bone shuddering crash as the door fell to pieces, the solid looking timbers were apparently mostly rotten on the inside. Just as quickly as the mountain of noise had started it was dead silent again.
The door that was now a heap of splintered wood and metal bands revealed the interior of the walls. Anyone who had been to a village before could see what this place had been. Along the cobbled road that lead to the village was a main avenue, rows of what were neatly spaced businesses featured along the street with broken signs that advertised each one. There was a tavern, a smithy, a tailor, a cobbler, a butcher, and a general goods store. At the end of the avenue the cobbled street opened up and stretched into a circular clearing that was also cobbled but with trees and grass planted in a ring on the exterior. The purpose was unclear, perhaps a place for traveling merchants to set up. There was also a large stone church at the very end of the avenue. Surrounding the shops and road was a number of houses that varied in shape, story, and maintenance that made up the bulk of the town. A few with gardens that were obviously cared for. Added to that many of the houses showed signs of fire damage, but most showed signs of another alteration entirely.
Spreading out from the center of the church was a mass of flesh that seemed to have converted every organic thing it touched into itself. A patchy mess of muscle, tissue, and organs stretched from the center of the town to the outer reaches. It had spread unevenly in some places. The houses that had been burnt out showed no signs of the abominable flesh conversion. In others it was more advanced, what remained of the church for example was a slowly squirming mass of organic tissue that seemed to reach into the surroundings. No matter where the party looked from the entrance however there were no bodies. No signs of a struggle. No blood. The entire tree palisade that stretched the perimeter of the village was evidently dead as well, leafless and rotting branches as far as the eye could see. The air was thick with the sweet and rancid penetrating odor of rotting meat.
In the hole to the left of the party a number of silky scarlet tendrils began to appear, wrapping themselves around the edges of the hole in the tree and then layering themselves across the opening. Each moment they grew thicker and thicker as whatever was forming in the hole grew larger. The same wet wriggling sound heard earlier began to grow louder and louder until it was very apparent to everyone. Then as quickly as the strands of tissue appeared they had covered the hole in the tree, leaving behind no sight of the other side anymore. The same process repeated on the other side of the path in the other hole until no way remained but forward into the village or back out the way they came.
In the rear Lucius muttered a curse and steadied his men even as they grew nervous. He uttered an even louder curse in latin as a sheet of red rapidly oozed out from between the trees and knitted itself into a tight barrier across the way they had come from. With a wet squirming sound the final option for escape had been removed unless the party cared to try their luck attacking the stuff. It would likely be a good time for the party to take stock, formulate a new plan, and perhaps look for some cover.
This RP is part of the Isekai Hell setting. Check the links above to learn more about it.
Three Memer skips. Nachtum has been left behind at camp.
What to expect out of character: 4-5 day posting cycles. If you cannot post within the time period communicate or you might get skipped. Ask any and all clarifying questions you have in the discord, plot or otherwise. When using secondary skills please mention them in your post. Additionally, please link your character sheet in your post format somewhere, and place any abilities at the bottom of your post with the cooldown. For ease of recap, please provide a tldr; of your post highlighting important actions/interactions. Players can make multiple Out Of Combat actions, but do not go overboard. In Combat the 3 action Economy is in effect. Ability cooldowns are also in effect at all times.
Time: 8:00 a.m.
Weather: Frigid Rain, Skies with dark clouds.
Location: Northwest Ryke, A forest camp
Lucius Gallicus
Zahrah: Racial Evolution
From here on in every decision you make could have a definite impact on the outcome of the mission. I highly encourage you to speak with your team members and coordinate your actions OOC. It could mean the difference between walking into something blindly or with the knowledge to handle the situation. Ask any and all question you have for me OOC.
Whatever the party intended, the actions of Arkham and Noelle had a telling effect almost immediately. A loud unearthly shriek came from either side of the path as Noelle shouted and rang the bell while Arkham tried the door.
The door that was now a heap of splintered wood and metal bands revealed the interior of the walls. Anyone who had been to a village before could see what this place had been. Along the cobbled road that lead to the village was a main avenue, rows of what were neatly spaced businesses featured along the street with broken signs that advertised each one. There was a tavern, a smithy, a tailor, a cobbler, a butcher, and a general goods store. At the end of the avenue the cobbled street opened up and stretched into a circular clearing that was also cobbled but with trees and grass planted in a ring on the exterior. The purpose was unclear, perhaps a place for traveling merchants to set up. There was also a large stone church at the very end of the avenue. Surrounding the shops and road was a number of houses that varied in shape, story, and maintenance that made up the bulk of the town. A few with gardens that were obviously cared for. Added to that many of the houses showed signs of fire damage, but most showed signs of another alteration entirely.
Spreading out from the center of the church was a mass of flesh that seemed to have converted every organic thing it touched into itself. A patchy mess of muscle, tissue, and organs stretched from the center of the town to the outer reaches. It had spread unevenly in some places. The houses that had been burnt out showed no signs of the abominable flesh conversion. In others it was more advanced, what remained of the church for example was a slowly squirming mass of organic tissue that seemed to reach into the surroundings. No matter where the party looked from the entrance however there were no bodies. No signs of a struggle. No blood. The entire tree palisade that stretched the perimeter of the village was evidently dead as well, leafless and rotting branches as far as the eye could see. The air was thick with the sweet and rancid penetrating odor of rotting meat.
In the hole to the left of the party a number of silky scarlet tendrils began to appear, wrapping themselves around the edges of the hole in the tree and then layering themselves across the opening. Each moment they grew thicker and thicker as whatever was forming in the hole grew larger. The same wet wriggling sound heard earlier began to grow louder and louder until it was very apparent to everyone. Then as quickly as the strands of tissue appeared they had covered the hole in the tree, leaving behind no sight of the other side anymore. The same process repeated on the other side of the path in the other hole until no way remained but forward into the village or back out the way they came.
In the rear Lucius muttered a curse and steadied his men even as they grew nervous. He uttered an even louder curse in latin as a sheet of red rapidly oozed out from between the trees and knitted itself into a tight barrier across the way they had come from. With a wet squirming sound the final option for escape had been removed unless the party cared to try their luck attacking the stuff. It would likely be a good time for the party to take stock, formulate a new plan, and perhaps look for some cover.