erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
a tale as old as time โ
the premise.
May, 1995. A strapping Noble's hands crinkle the edges of the parchment. Their eyes roam over the words once more. You are one of nine students, the letter reads. Congratulations. Realization dawns, forming a pink sheen on their cheeks. "ยกMamรก!" they call out, running off and letting the Imperial acceptance drift to the red oriental rug below.
Another, across the country on the port of Azul, pushes crates back and forth. Off the ship and back on. An exchange of cargo. The routine numbs the mind to such a degree that they do not hear their young brother's howls across the salted air. "It's here!" he calls. Something flaps in his hands, creating a sharp, cracking thunder sound. They look up when he reaches their peripheral. The paper in his hands is a sail, swaying back and forth in the wind. Set to carry them out of here.
August, 1995 The first of the Master's students to reach the Imperial Academy of Nephilim is the first to receive a tainted, black envelope on their doorstep. They open the crooked and warped wooden door, stepping out to the sweating hallway, when their heeled toe edges the letter. "What's this?" they voice out, unconcerned and unconscious. It's plucked from the floor, cold to the touch. The seal breaks tantilizingly with ease, the black cardstock slipping out as though the envelope were a lacey slip. Something about the secrecy it denotes speaks to the hand that holds it. The eyes that devour it. You are invited... it begins, To The Round Table Society. They grip the edges of the letter as one holds the hips of a lover โ gently. They think, with fascination as warm as the hall and fear as cold as the envelope, So the rumors are true...
Another envelope, but its effect does not enchant โ it casts derision. A graduate, one who already wondered if joining the notorious, yet illustrious Imperial Master's ranks was really worth it. They had no other options โ it was either the Department of Fables, Cultures, and Histories or they'd return home, in debt and with nothing of Nobility to show for it. After they pluck the invitation off the floor, they open it, skim it, wrinkle their nose, and fling it onto their side table, like a dead rat from its tail, and continue unpacking. A roommate picks the creamy, weighty paper up, asks, "You're not gonna go? Just to see if they're pullin' your leg or not?"
The skeptic shakes their head, lugging another box onto their mattress. A scoff, some shuffling of cloth-wrapped knicknacks, and they add, "And get kidnapped? No soy tan tonto." Picking up the voidic envelop, they toss it in the trash with an ominous thunk!
When another ends up at their doorstep, they throw it out too. Another a day later meets the same fate. It is not until, in place of a quietly placed envelope, a pert knock comes to the door. When they open the door with an impatient huff, they are greeted by a tall woman, whose dim smile plays out across her lips, shifting into three different shades throughout the conversation that follows. She hands the skeptic an small booklet of the same smooth, black paper. "The basement," she tells them carefully, casting a raven, chiffon scarf across her neck despite the heat. "After class on Monday". With an imperceptible nod, the woman recedes, heels clacking down the linoleum of the dorm hall.
Echoing the thoughts of eight other students, they lean against the doorjam, watching a spide spin her web, and think, Mierde... they were right.
Hi there! Welcome to The Round Table, an urban-fantasy, choice-based roleplay set in the fictional country of Nephilim. Our cast are graduate students of the Imperial Academy, attending its exclusive Master's Program of Fables, Cultures, and Histories (MFCH). During their first week in the MFCH program, they are invited to The Round Table Society. Historically, the Society is fascinated with all things regarding The Round Table, a group of soldiers responsible for saving Nephilim from Spanish occupation. The Table's exploits are commonly written about in Nephi fables, myths, and legends on a similar level of fascination that Sir Arthur and the subsequent canon received. Beyond the Table being a piece of Nephi culture, the groups' leader, Grand Duke Samael, is the founder of the Imperial Academy.
Scrutiny follows after those who attend the Academy's MFCH program โ cultish behavior tends to manifest in the group. Furthermore, The Round Table Society's interest in the Nephi canon goes well beyond mindless occupation. As our cast quickly learns, the rumors were true: the Society seeks to find Duke Samael's tomb, to pull Lilith's sword from his body, and receive his Final Wish. Given membership to the Society is compulsory to all who enroll as a MFCH student, our cast has no choice but to search for Duke Samael.
However, it will be their choices after they are inducted that decide Fate's hand. The Round Table is a CHOICE-BASED roleplay, meaning your mods will be presenting your characters with choices at various crossroads, and your character's choice will impact the plot.
Lastly, information about Nephilim, the Imperial Academy, the Master's Program, and the characters of the Round Table fable are located HERE. You can also read on to learn about the rules and the roles.
โ Erzulie + Demonology
reborn once more.
guidelines.
PREREQS
Please be aged 18+. Additionally, Discord will be required for OOC activity, including plotting.ACTIVITY
We ask that you try to post one every two weeks at two or more paragraphs per post. However, if muse is low, you're on a time crunch, there's not enough going on to justify posting more than a few sentences, short posts are more than acceptable.Plotting + OOC engagement is just as important due to the size of this group. Please, please keep us mods in the loop if you anticipate not being able to meet our posting requirement, as otherwise we will be waiting on a post from you. With that, please note that we are NOT ghost-friendly; just shoot one of us a quick DM if you're no longer interested! Not only would we like the opportunity to get your muse up again, but we'd also like to wish you well if you've chosen to leave!
APPLICATIONS
Applications are NOT first-come, first-serve. B/c of this, you're welcome to apply for the same role as someone else, unless noted as already taken. We will only accept characters with phys. descriptions or realistic faceclaims.CONDUCT
Please be respectful. Bigotry or bullying of any kind will not be tolerated. Be considerate of other writers, especially as this group is small! Allow each character to have a spot in the limelight, plot with each writer, etc.THE ROLES
AN IMPORTANT NOTE: Our roles are written with the history of the ORIGINAL Round Table members in mind. You will see if you look at the expanded information for a role that there is a section labled as "The Incarnate" and this is the only required information for your character. The rest is up-to-player, meaning you can use whatever amount of the info provided as inspiration for your character. Our characters are intended to mimic, in some way, the histories of the Round Table, but they are not exact reincarnations. Go crazy, get creative, and ask questions if you have them!the imperial students.
the roles.
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