Vaudivolt
Rusty from the Rain
This roleplay is part of the Isekai Hell setting. More information regarding the world and its denizens can be found [here].
This roleplay will follow Desirae Foul and Tomo during their investigation of Norroburry Village.
Desirae will be played by Gwen_Temi
Tomo will be played by me, Vaudivolt
Narration will be provided by me, Vaudivolt
Welcome to Norroburry Village, a community located in the eastern regions of Ryke. This quaint mining village has nestled in with the mountainous areas that have become their economic engine due to plentiful mineral deposits lying dormant within the stone. Seasonal workers are used to keep the mineral-extracting gears turning. And the local militia serves as the operation's protective casing. A perfect, well-oiled machine of a mining town. Until recently...
Strange events began affecting Norroburry after officially expanding their mining operation with a newly opened shaft. Mining equipment getting damaged, displaced, or disappearing altogether. Shortly after, the townsfolk started reporting ghost sightings. Then, miners began refusing to work the new 'haunted' shaft. Instead, they insisted on continuing their work in the already-established mines as they've remained entirely unaffected. Word has not yet traveled to the Adventurer's Guild, but if the situation persists, it might soon. Has Norroburry fallen prey to sudden, collective superstition, or is there an underlying truth tying all these events together?
Tomo
Approaching a small village in the distance, a recently masterless dog named Tomo let the dirt path beneath his paws guide him. The fresh mountain air brushed past his golden fur, making his red vestments billow lightly in the breeze. His ears twitched against the white headband he wore diligently. A symbol of courage, or so his master had once told him. Tomo let his eyes wander the mountainous landscape, and for a moment, he considered closing them. If he did, he might have been able to convince himself this entire world was nothing but untouched nature. Wild and free. But, he did not feel free. He never imagined walking freely, without a leash or master, would feel so constricting. Every step forward, away from the meadow he had woken up in, made an invisible noose tighten around his neck.
A feeling of doubt held his heart hostage as he entered the town. The dirt below his paws was now firmer and dressed with cobblestone in places where the presence of housing grew. Stranger in a foreign place, Tomo decided to go wherever there were more people. And so he eventually arrived at the town square - a large, paved central area partially dressed with the remnants of a market closing for the evening. Stalls were stripped of their remaining produce and ready to be dismantled until the next day. And between the chatter of working townsfolk, in the distance, the faint clanging of metal against stone filled the air - providing the rhythm that led their daily lives.
Tomo's eyes darted back and forth between people as he held on tight to a sliver of hope that Emmett might be among them. He was not. Disheartened by his wishful thinking, Tomo absentmindedly walked headfirst into the shin of a stranger. Slightly dazed from the collision, he glanced up to find a heavyset, middle-aged man. He was dressed in chef's attire and showed a friendly smile hidden partially beneath an impressive mustache.
“Ho-ho, careful, stranger.” The man warned jokingly, slapping the side of his leg. “That could've ended badly had I not braced myself!” Tomo tilted his head in response, expressing skepticism after comparing their size difference. “Somehow, I doub' that. Bein' ten times me size and all.”
“Ho-ho, very sharp. I suppose I'll blame being a baker for that one!” He replied, still joking but unwittingly startling Tomo enough to force him to back up a few steps. Keeping his distance, Tomo attempted to convince himself he had misheard the man's response. He was used to all manner of strangers responding to him whenever he barked, but never like this. Never like they could understand him. But, if this man could...
“I'm sorry, but I'm lookin' for me master. He's called Emmett Downing. Lanky lad, dark hair, somethin' nervous about him.” Tomo asked, equal parts hopeful and curious about the man's reply. As surreal as this interaction was, it would make his search for Emmett easier if he could communicate clearly with people.
“Hmm, Emmett, you say?” The man pondered the question for a short while, tapping his finger against his chin. “It doesn't ring a bell. You'd better ask one of the militia. They're keeping a close eye on new people lately. Good folks are getting their tools and such stolen, but there's not much of a lead so far...”
This roleplay will follow Desirae Foul and Tomo during their investigation of Norroburry Village.
Desirae will be played by Gwen_Temi
Tomo will be played by me, Vaudivolt
Narration will be provided by me, Vaudivolt
Welcome to Norroburry Village, a community located in the eastern regions of Ryke. This quaint mining village has nestled in with the mountainous areas that have become their economic engine due to plentiful mineral deposits lying dormant within the stone. Seasonal workers are used to keep the mineral-extracting gears turning. And the local militia serves as the operation's protective casing. A perfect, well-oiled machine of a mining town. Until recently...
Strange events began affecting Norroburry after officially expanding their mining operation with a newly opened shaft. Mining equipment getting damaged, displaced, or disappearing altogether. Shortly after, the townsfolk started reporting ghost sightings. Then, miners began refusing to work the new 'haunted' shaft. Instead, they insisted on continuing their work in the already-established mines as they've remained entirely unaffected. Word has not yet traveled to the Adventurer's Guild, but if the situation persists, it might soon. Has Norroburry fallen prey to sudden, collective superstition, or is there an underlying truth tying all these events together?
Tomo
Approaching a small village in the distance, a recently masterless dog named Tomo let the dirt path beneath his paws guide him. The fresh mountain air brushed past his golden fur, making his red vestments billow lightly in the breeze. His ears twitched against the white headband he wore diligently. A symbol of courage, or so his master had once told him. Tomo let his eyes wander the mountainous landscape, and for a moment, he considered closing them. If he did, he might have been able to convince himself this entire world was nothing but untouched nature. Wild and free. But, he did not feel free. He never imagined walking freely, without a leash or master, would feel so constricting. Every step forward, away from the meadow he had woken up in, made an invisible noose tighten around his neck.
A feeling of doubt held his heart hostage as he entered the town. The dirt below his paws was now firmer and dressed with cobblestone in places where the presence of housing grew. Stranger in a foreign place, Tomo decided to go wherever there were more people. And so he eventually arrived at the town square - a large, paved central area partially dressed with the remnants of a market closing for the evening. Stalls were stripped of their remaining produce and ready to be dismantled until the next day. And between the chatter of working townsfolk, in the distance, the faint clanging of metal against stone filled the air - providing the rhythm that led their daily lives.
Tomo's eyes darted back and forth between people as he held on tight to a sliver of hope that Emmett might be among them. He was not. Disheartened by his wishful thinking, Tomo absentmindedly walked headfirst into the shin of a stranger. Slightly dazed from the collision, he glanced up to find a heavyset, middle-aged man. He was dressed in chef's attire and showed a friendly smile hidden partially beneath an impressive mustache.
“Ho-ho, careful, stranger.” The man warned jokingly, slapping the side of his leg. “That could've ended badly had I not braced myself!” Tomo tilted his head in response, expressing skepticism after comparing their size difference. “Somehow, I doub' that. Bein' ten times me size and all.”
“Ho-ho, very sharp. I suppose I'll blame being a baker for that one!” He replied, still joking but unwittingly startling Tomo enough to force him to back up a few steps. Keeping his distance, Tomo attempted to convince himself he had misheard the man's response. He was used to all manner of strangers responding to him whenever he barked, but never like this. Never like they could understand him. But, if this man could...
“I'm sorry, but I'm lookin' for me master. He's called Emmett Downing. Lanky lad, dark hair, somethin' nervous about him.” Tomo asked, equal parts hopeful and curious about the man's reply. As surreal as this interaction was, it would make his search for Emmett easier if he could communicate clearly with people.
“Hmm, Emmett, you say?” The man pondered the question for a short while, tapping his finger against his chin. “It doesn't ring a bell. You'd better ask one of the militia. They're keeping a close eye on new people lately. Good folks are getting their tools and such stolen, but there's not much of a lead so far...”
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