Realistic or Modern W I N T E R L I G H T (Closed)

[admiral9]

Willem, kitchen, talking to joseph


"Haha, I'm majoring in ww2 history." he said with what willem hoped was a welcoming smile.


"And yeah, as a history major I'm more stuck reading books then doing much science." He took a sip before he continued.


"Also, its perfectly fine dude, not everyone is as social as the other, heck back at the university i was essentially isolated by most people because of my authoritarian views." Some memories of the past came to him, then again he never cared much, if people didn't want to listen then they were free to stay ignorant forever, atleast here he had a chance to socialize a bit more.


Emmanuel, living room, talking to jessica


"Hey now, its more of a waste to finish it all today then being able to enjoy it for longer, take it easy jessica." Emmanuel replied, not backing down from her stare.

 

[Klimino Zepehphor]

Joseph gave a respectful nod. “thanks for that, never got out much myself, always liked microbiology but, well, people find bugs gross enough let alone bacteria and fungus.”


he sighed and took a sip of his drink, still not fully at ease but more then he had been for awhile on this trip.


“authoritarian huh? Not gonna seig heil me are ya?”Joseph said through a wide smile, hoping he was reading Willeim right and wasnt about to lose a pair of glasses.

 

[Cashdash25]

"Ha." Jessica laughed, "I knew I kept you around for some reason. Anyways, hurry up and start pouring, I'm getting bored."

 

[Solemn Jester]

Grey


2nd story gallery, Rojek Castle


Grey felt along the walls of the hallway, making sure not to trip or lose his way.It was dark, and he could barely see.


He heard the sound of the cold air blowing and the shutters banging. Light drifted in along with snow. The windows were open.


Grey decide he'd take a trip outside he could handle the cold. He wanted some alone time with a nice view of the outside scenery, even if most of it was covered in white, so he climbed out a window, making sure not to fall.


He was on the second story of the building and the walls were mortared stone so it wasn't to hard to climb down.


He did end up scraping his finger. Grey eventually made his way down to the ground.


"Hmm that wasn't to hard now to find a nice quiet place to be alone with my thoughts," he said as he looked around for a place to go.


Grey looked around. He is in the outer bailey now and the outer gate was shut. There was a chapel and and a few sheds but they were all locked. The chapel's lock seemed to be rusted and falling apart. Grey peeked through a window and saw a hole on the far wall that he could used to get in, and the chapel was half filled with snow. It seemed like it hadn't been used for hundreds of years. Grey abandoned his quest for a quiet place to be alone and decides to go back inside.


He was getting a creepy vibe now something he had never had almost never had before. He made his way back up the wall but upon reaching the top he saw all the windows were bolted shut. Grey climbed back down. "Fuck...now what am I suppose to do? They'll probably tease me...can I even make it to the front from here?" Grey began to circle back to the front. The door was to big to be opened from the front and locked so Grey began hollering for someone to open it. As he did so, a sound pierced the air. A sound like a blood curdling scream from not too far away. He began to bang on the walls and scream for someone to open the door panicked like he had never been before. Eventually Quisley stuck his head out a window and told Grey he's coming down to unlock the door. Grey stood close to the door awaiting for it to be opened shaking not just from the cold but from slight fear of whatever made that scream.


@Tylor guillory


I had to edit your post. In the future, please add punctuation, paragraphs, spacing and proper spelling. Also your location and charachter at the top. Thanks!


PS. Please refrain from changing tenses mid-paragraph


-Nepty

 

[admiral9]

Willem, kitchen talking to Joseph


"Maybe later dude, first i have to draw some swastikas" He said in jesting manner


"But nah, I've heard enough of that to not care as much anymore, i just think there's more options then democracy, which is something not everyone appreciates." He replied with a smile.


"What about you? You say its microbiology that's why people don't like you as much but I never minded it. Heck, I always liked insects if that counts...not that I lived in a situation where I could keep some as pets," he continued with bit of a dry laugh.


Emmanuel, Great Hall, talking to Jessica


"If you say so miss" Emmanuel said, as he proceeded to count people and pour the drinks. A shot of vodka, filled the rest of the way up with coke was the idea, now knowing jessica she would want more then a shot so he made sure to double up for her and himself.


"Guys I've got some drinks here, grab em if you want em." He announced after which he turned back to Jessica and offered her, her drink.

 

[Cashdash25]

Jessica took the shot from the Brazilian and downed it, "Mmm, good stuff."

 

[Klimino Zepehphor]

Joseph, Kitchen, Talking to Williem


Joseph smiled. He was actually enjoying his time with Williem, oddly enough.


He shrugged. “ never thought about politics much, so long as personal freedom is still around I dont think ill ever care as much as I probably should.”


he chuckled “as for my lack of human contact, ive just always been that way, people, as today so liked to remind me, can be loud, obnoxious, and of course, mind numbingly hostile, much to often for my tastes anyways. They see someone be weird or think differently once and they never look at you the same, never.”


he stood, staring into the inky cola for a moment, before shrugging and taking a large gulp.


“well, I feel I made that a bit more depressing then I shouldve. Sorry about that.” he chuckled to himself.


“ive learned to live with how my life is, how about you? Im just a weirdo but politics, man, being strange there is how you really get people on your back.”

 

[admiral9]

Willem, Kitchen, Talking to Joseph.


"Haha, I'm probably one of those loud, obnoxious and overly hostile people you're talking about, I've got a bit of a short fuse when it comes to certain people.


But I dunno, I think people deserve a second chance, for better or worse..." Willem fell silent after this, he remembered his grandfathers tales, his medals, his achievements and his failures, he stared into the eyes of the slim man called Joseph, he didn't do it for any particular reason other then the fact that his mind was somewhere else entirely, he snapped back into reality from the sound of his conversation partner taking another gulp of cola.


"Want some more?" he inquired as he emphasized the presence of the bottle. "But aside from that, yeah politics is a finicky issue, people don't always listen, heck I don't always listen, but I still think I should represent my beliefs and try to get people to maybe look at them in a better light." After this he poured himself another glass.


Emmanuel Living room Drinking with Jessica.





Emmanuel followed Jessicas example and downed his drink in a similar manner to her, after which he poured some more for them, he had known Jessica for long enough to know she was far from a lightweight and at this rate she could go on for the better part of this night without getting any further then slightly buzzed.


"How's the time looking anyways? Do we even have a curfew for this place?" He inquired as he handed the second drink over to Jessica.

 

[Klimino Zepehphor]

Joseph,Kitchen, Talking to Williem


Joseph nodded silently for a moment, taking in his conversation partners words.


“...eh, I think Jessica and Gray are the ones really bothering me, at least you seem reasonable behind the noise.” he said with a shrug before downing the last of his drink.


“i think im done for now, thanks though, need to be getting some sleep sometime tonight...oh, right, you still got your rooming list? Like I said I...misplaced mine, need to know where im actually supposed to hunker down, and hell knows I dont want to end up in the wrong room.”

 

[Cashdash25]

"I doubt it." Jessica said as she took her drink, toying with a few strands of her hair as she downed it. "So muscleman." She said, continuing to play with her hair as she addressed Vick, "What's your story? You're built like a linebacker, but I know for a fact you aren't on any of the AU sports teams."

 

[admiral9]

Willem, Kitchen, Talking to Joseph





"north western room of the main section, 2nd story, I'll probably be hitting the sack too, I really need some sleep, see you later dude."


Willem packed in his stuff and went into the living room, it appeared that the carousing wasn't dying down at all, but he didn't have much interest in joining in anymore, contrary to Emmanuel who appeared to be having a great time, he couldn't fault his friend for it though, he had always been a social guy.


"Hey Emmanuel, I'm hitting the sack, make sure you don't fall into the gaping hole of the collectively owned sex doll." he said as he grabbed his bags and proceeded to go upstairs.


He entered his room and didn't spend much time before hitting the sack, he would be exploring the bunker tomorrow and needed the rest.

 

[Klimino Zepehphor]

Joseph thanked Williem for the information before heading off on his own, in a much better mood then he thought he would be in.


at Williems remark, he let out a short burst of laughter, partially on purpose hoping Jessica wouldn't take kindly to it.


with that he was off to his room and simply tossed his bag onto the ground and switched off the lights. without even bothering to get ready, he crawled under the covers and curled up, he hoped tomorrow would not be anything like today, and by that he meant he hoped for this trip to not be filled with nothing but bickering. anything but more bickering, and he would be happy.

 

[Nepty]

DECEMBER 10TH


11:30 PM


Jessica, Giovanna, Emmanuel, Duster, Lena, Alana, Gavin, Toma, Nina, Thomas, Lior


-Rojek Castle: Great Hall


“Partying”


Quisley


-Rojek Castle Armory


exploring


Grey


-Stuck outside main gate


freezing


Jeff


-3rd story, southeast tower, Rojek Castle


sleeping


Willem


-2nd story, southeast tower


sleeping


Joseph


-2nd story keep, northwest room


sleeping


Mealanie


Rojek Castle trophy room (4th story, northeast tower)


Snooping


Nina appraised the gigantic throne in the middle of the great hall. “So…what’s this thing? A king’s throne?”


Emmanuel, from where he was sitting in a more-than-friendly-way on the couch with Jessica shouted over. “No the guy who had this castle was a baron. That’s about as far as you can get from a king.”


Nina cocked an eyebrow and nodded.


As she did, the great hall reverberated with a gonging noise. Everyone jumped, before the culprit was identified. A huge grandfather clock was chiming away in the corner.


“Jeeze,” said Duster. “It’s half an hour to midnight.”


Toma piped up. “We should probably get to bed. Jetlag’s acceptable and all, but we gotta wake up bright and early tomorrow to get to work. Remember we’re all still in school.” She waved everyone goodbye and trotted up the main staircase, Nina close on her heels. The shorter girl paused, glancing back. “See you guys tomorrow. You should probably get some sleep.”


(ingame tomorrow will start around tomorrow irl. i.e in around 12 hours. This way, everyone should have enough time to post anything that needs posting before the clock skips to morning)

 

[The Glass Ninja]

Quisley Hart, going towards the armoury.


He rather liked the cold, seeping into his skin now that he had taken off his jacket and gloves. The long stone hallway, barely lit, echoed with the sound of his booted feet as Quisley made his way towards the armoury. He'd checked out some basic information about the Keep's layout during the trip, and was pleased that the armoury was decently stocked - at least, he'd heard as much.


The chill got suddenly more cutting, and the American felt his skin break out in goosebumps. A clacking, crashing sound came from up ahead and he found a set of unlatched shutters, open to the wind. They cracked back against the wall, flurries of snow covering the stone floor in front of the window. Grunting, Quisley pulled the shutters closed and latched them, his brow furrowing with suspicious concern. Had someone come up this way and opened the window?


He considered it for a moment, then turned towards the armoury door. A large wooden crossbar was over the front of the huge iron banded doors, but it was easy enough to open them - the hinges were well oiled. He winced at the loud bang they made as he revealed the interior, but winced even more when he saw the sorry state of near everything inside. Poorly maintained and kept weapons and armour were on their racks, and he felt his heart drop at the rust patterning the blades, halberds and spears horribly mistreated. Running his hand softly over a mail shirt, and then the pommels of a few swords in a wrack, he shook his head. "I'll have a lot of work getting you fixed up, won't I?" Then, his eyes went wide. Stepping past the wire framed case for a pump action shotgun, his eyes were fixed on a full suit of chainmail and matching Gambeson. His hands ran down the steel links, feeling their quality and strength. His awe was intensified by what was in the glass display case beside them - a beauty of an arming sword, new steel in its blade but incredibly old iron for its hilt and a beautiful white pommel stone, and black marked cross on the hilt. The matching kite shield was marked with a black cross on a white field.


Quisley reached out, placing his fingers on the display case "Such a beauty shouldn't be locked away...I will fight with you. I swear it" He nodded to himself, and glanced at the greathelms nearby. One of them looked impressively serviceable, and he rubbed the nubby horn sticking from its side. "And I'll work, to make all of these things once more how they were". Thoughts turning to hunting, Quisley glanced around, and felt a disappointed flump in his stomach. There were no bows - but a pair of crossbows, unstrung, hung on the wall and beneath them bags of bolts. They looked well kept, and like they'd work for taking down the local game. "I'll get Thomas out there yet"


He left the armoury, closing its heavy doors behind him, then froze. A horrified, terrible scream broke from outside, and Quisley's heart set to racing. Pushing open a window, he glanced down towards the door to the keep - Grey was there, shivering "I'll be down in a minute! Keep yourself calm!". Slamming the window closed, he was off. He sprinted his way down the hall, making for the entrance to the keep. The stamping rhythm of his boots rung out as he made his way to the door of the keep, pulling the lock and opening the door for the freezing Grey.


"Was that you? The scream." (@Tylor guillory )

 

[Solemn Jester]

Grey


Main gate foyer


freezing


Grey shivered, his skin was ice cold. He shook rapidly his teeth chattering."Ss..sso cold. I heard such a terrible scream ss..somethings out there,"is all grey could say before passing out at Quisley's feet.(@The Glass Ninja )

 

[The Glass Ninja]

Quisley Hart - Keep entrance.


"Aw, shit." Quisley's face screwed up in discomfort and disgust. Who the hell passes out in the cold? The big minnesotan reached down, and pulled the unconscious guy up, slinging him over his shoulder. He couldn't very well leave him there - had to get him up to his room - and actually get him warm. If he didn't, then Grey would probably die.


He made sure to securely lock and bar the door behind him as he carried the rich kid in, staring out into the snow for just a moment before carrying on. Grey would owe him for this. Walking back into the keep, he made for the stairs, and in short order was tucking the unconscious form of the pampered bastard into his bed, and stoking the fire in the bedroom - some wood had been left there. It was the best he could do, too tired to think of anything else, and he wanted to be up early in the morning...just in case.


So he set off to bed.

 

[Aevum]

Hayden poured himself a drink, pulling it back and forth in its glass. He had tuned out the others for a moment, retreating back into his mind, eyes idly locked on his drink. He had tried not to think about it, but the wall around the village had bothered him.


He had at first simply chalked it up to a primitive WWII defense. The best the village could muster then, and probably now. But why bother when the Axis had tanks? Hayden supposed it was better than doing nothing, the Polish being a proud people. Willem would probably be the man to ask about it, he noted to himself.


It also could had been a mideval barricade as well.


But there was something strange about both of these notions. Something off. Passively, he had noticed a good portion of the wall had been weathered, worn, pronouncing at least to an extent, haggard aging.


Other portions, seemed newer, bright, and not quite matching the majority of the villages stalwart. This, of course, denoted repairs. But why? Hayden let his imagination wander and pictured legions of yeti closing in on the village, riding over sized polar bears.


He may have to put off his planned trip just south of have,to a Teutonic temple he heard about, and more. Closely examine this wall.


That's when Jessica jolted him out of his haze, Hayden being more responsive to the pretty little redheads nickname of "middleman" than he would like to admit.


"Quarterback, actually" he said with a small smile, "no big deal though. Played back in Florida while in high school."


And Hayden became the first top 5 prospect to say it wasn't a big deal. And to him, it wasn't. It was in the past, and sometimes felt like a fading dream. As if he had woke up from being somebody else and his mind was cleaning itself of those memories.


"How about you? I don't think I've really seen any of you back home," referring to Jessica and Emmanuel. "What's ya'lls story?"

 

[Diminium]

Duster- Great Hall - Getting drunk


Duster did agree that everyone should start toning down, but he still wanted some alcohol. He walked over to the table and poured himself some, finishing most of the glass in one gulp. He stood around idly, listening to snippets of conversation, making sure not to sit down in fear that he might not be able to stand up again. How many glasses did he have? It was just one... No... Two? I think it was three... Weeeeell... Maybe four.


He couldn't remember.


Rope Snake crawled up to his collorbone, flicking his tongue in and out with the smells of alcohol. He didn't like it, and shyed away, opting to curl down his arm instead.

 

[Cashdash25]

"Grew up in the backwoods of Maine." Jessica said, still playing with her hair, "A lot like it is here, cold, dark, snowy, heated by firewood, etcetera. Lucked out on a scholarship to AU. How the hell are you a quarterback with reflexes like that?"

 

[admiral9]

Emmanuel, great hall, talking


"Not much to talk about really, I come from a family of landowners down in Brazil, and now I'm here as a medieval history major to figure out why in the world these people are even alive to begin with considering that the Baltic crusades hit them along with hundreds of years under polish rule... its all too odd. Aside from that I guess I got more religious trinkets then I should if anyone wants one of those." Emmanuel explained, which was when he noticed duster and his wobbly behavior.


"Hey dude, you alright? Here come take a seat or something, we don't want you falling down now." he asked worriedly as he approached him.

 

[Solemn Jester]

In bedroom asleep


Grey shook in his sleep tossing and turning the memory of that scream haunting his dreams.He had thankfully warmed up though so he wasn't as cold anymore. Most of his shaking seemed to be from his nightmares. Dreams of him being stuck in the cold hearing that blood curdling scream, and banging on the door for help as something in the snow came closer and closer as if it where after him.Eventually Greys nightmares passed and he went back to dreaming of other things that he actually liked. Nice quiet place, his now dead uncle,his drawings and music.But most of all his new found love for the warm. Grey seemed at peace in his sleep now.

 

[Diminium]

Duster- Great Hall - Talking/being drunk


"Alright yeaman... Doin' fiiiiinuh." He trudged over to where they were sitting and took a seat. "Just had a lil'bit. nutin' too much!" he shrugged with over-exaggeration and his pet constricted his arm as much as much as possible to avoid being thrown off. Duster pulled him away a bit, loosening the iron-vice grip.

 

[Aevum]

Hayden smirked and downed the vodka, letting out a long sound sigh of satisfaction. Or maybe pain. First one was always the worst.


"Just a little rusty is all." And with that he poured himself another Emmanuel filled him in on his background. He was intrigued he was brazilian, having a great respect for their form of jiu-jitsu. He would have to ask him about it some time.


Watching him move towards Duster, who maybe had a bit too much to drink, Hayden threw out casually to Emmanuel "Hey, did you notice anything strange about that wall back in town? Figured given your major maybe you can fill me in a bit on it."

 

[Cashdash25]

"Ha." Jessica laughed, "Fucking lightweights, can't hold their booze to save their lives." She stopped toying with her hair and took a minute to inspect her bright red nails, "You know Emmanuel," She said boredly, "That crusade is all well and good, but I'm more interested in finding out why the Nazis would bother spending the resources to build a bunker all the way out here."

 

[admiral9]

"Haha, then you'll be stuck in that bunker together with Willem, you should try talking with him for once, he's a real nice dude when you don't try pissing him off so much, show him your smiling face for once." He joked.


After which he turned to answer Hayden's question


"Well you see, honestly speaking its not particularly odd. A village isolated from its surroundings and with only a small keep protecting it having a palisade for protection is far from odd and from what I saw I would estimate its construction at the early medieval era. Now there is something else that is odd about it, you see usually a palisade that old would be overgrown with moss and not have any recent damage. But when I inspected it during our walk here I noticed very clear damage points that had been shored up with earth and points that were repaired, in addition those places had no moss at all insinuating that it had been done relatively recently. Something is wrong here... now what it is, I do not know yet... unless its the spirit of saint George attacking this village in the afterlife." He laughed at his guess, in the back of his head though he was worried about one fact, the winter solstice was rapidly approaching and it was a Romuva time of celebration... if something was well and truly wrong it might show itself there.