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No hope for the damned RP [OOC] in General
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So you're wondering what the demon can do, eh? Well, feel free to guess, I'll tell you if you hit the mark <3

Seriously, your characters shouldn't try a direct confrontation with it. It'll be better for the story and their health if they try to keep away from it.

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While We Wait for the Next Chapter in General
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Is it just me, or are everyone involved in this topic high on some highly toxic substance?

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I apologize for the slight delay. UBB decided to go all funny on me Friday evening, and I didn't find time to come and post anything yesterday. Could somebody tell what things can possibly cause "parenthesis in HTML tag" error?

As for increased warning times for group members, I will consider that. Until the story really picks up I won't be particularly strict about the rules.

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Zachary was lying on his bed, eyes closed yet still awake. He hadn't slept well; odd dreams had pestered him the whole night, waking him up every few hours to wonder what was really happening. He had dreamt of walking trough the cemetery, wandering past the ruined burial ground in search of something. He had also dreamt of digging; even though he was certainly awake now, his hands still felt sore and dirty.

I wonder how long this sleeplessness will go on, the man pondered. I haven't been able to rest well for more than a week now, and these nightmares are getting stranger every night. How am I supposed to feed my kids if I'm too tired to even stand during day? Sighing heavily, Zachary turned around in his bed and opened his eyes. Trough the broken windows, he could already see the sky was getting lighter. Zachary knew he was supposed to get up already, but the thought of doing so didn't really appeal to him. "Only a little while longer", he muttered and drew his blanket over his face.

You can see me.

Zachary's eyes shot wide open. What had that sound been? Had he fallen asleep once more? Confused and filled with strange sensation of dread, the tired farmer wrenched himself up and dragged himself to the window. It still wasn't very bright, but in the faint light he could still see someone standing in the doorway of old Miriam's hut. "Morning, neighbor. Is everything alright?", Zachary shouted to the figure, thinking that it was Miriam. But as soon as the words had escaped his mouth, he realized it wasn't so; the figure was too tall and too dark to be the old lady.

"Hey! Who the heck are you?" Zachary yelled, leaning so far out of the window he almost fell out from it. The sudden shout startled the strange figure, but it didn't bother answering to the farmer. Instead, it darted out from the doorway so fast that Zachary lost track of where it had gone. Filled with worry, the farmer hurried way from the window and to the door of his hut, not even stopping to put his shoes on as he bolted out to the muddy streets. He didn't know why, but he was sure the old woman was in grave danger...

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"As I said, the demon was seen this morning. The damn thing broke into old Miriam's house this morning. We don't know why, but the creature almost choked her to death. If our smith Zachary hadn't found her so soon, we don't know whether she would have made it", Kelleth stated with a grave expression on his face. The four people before him gave him trouble looks.

"Uh, may I ask, how do you know it was a demon?", Al asked after a moment of silence.

"Miriam told us", Kelleth replied with a voice fraught with concern. "Younger healers managed to wake her up roughly an hour ago. She said she wanted to see you before you go. I suggest you go to meet her before you set on your journey. Demarkus, you should know where she lives. Now, is there anything you want to say before you go on your way?"

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Of course I'm reading this! I just don't have much to say right now. I'd appreciate if you wrote more IC, though, so I don't have to kill all your characters just yet.

Azuma, whether you're in or not depends on how quick you can find a place to type a reply. Technically, I could already finish off your character, but I won't do that in a while. You're only fourth on my hit-list. If you find your character dead by the time you get back, just squeeze out a final-words-post; if a long time has passed, you can also put the text in OOC and I'll copy-paste it to the post where your character met his doom.

This also applies to ET, Excalibur, Dikiyoba and Randomizer, who should be more worried about their characters as of now <3

PS: I think I'll write some more IC today, but won't be killing of anyone yet. I'm not being merciful, I just can't think of a logical way to slay Talbot. ET, could you possibly fashion some sort of a closing for your character, if you aren't planning some miraculous come-back.

[ Friday, April 11, 2008 04:31: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ]

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Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye.
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So... how many people her read comics, from the web or elsewhere? I personally have grown very fond of this form of entertainment, and now spent way too much money on various series money can buy in this back-water town I live in. I've mostly wasted money on mangas like Dragonball, Inuyasha and Full Metal Alchemist (the last one's my favorite by far), while using the local library to read western and native comics, such as V for Vendetta, Watchmen, Praedor and Väinämöisen paluu. On the web, I follow Order of the Stick, Better days, El Goonish Shive and Jack.

One of the more recent series I've stumbled upon is Empowered by Adam Warren. It's a bondage-filled superhero parody with an ultra-cute main heroine, and is, strangely enough, one of the most sympathetic things I've read in a long while. I heartily recommend to everyone.

I'll edit links to this post once I have more time. In these cases, pictures indeed tell quite a lot more words than me. Be patient <3

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It's bit of a shame that none of the full body shots taken from me during the convention made it to the web. I looked *so* cool in a welding mask and bloody leather apron.

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It was exactly one hour before sunrise. The demon could feel the giant ball of fire slowly rolling towards the horizon, ready shine its exhausting warmth upon the barren land of Ta-Shanti. It wouldn't be long untill the first rays of light would illuminate the ruined village and cause the demon to fade into obscurity. Some people were already rising up, preparing themselves for the toils of the new day; the demon could hear them yawning and shuffling around as it crept past their damaged homes.

It was hard to find what it had come to look for. The power of the sun was already distracting the demon from sensing the faint echo of power it had been trailing. Finally, it found the right place: a rough, angular clay hut, with one of its corner smashed by a falling palm tree. The demon hurried to its door and tried it; it was unlocked. Quickly, it slipped inside.

The inside of the building wasn't nearly as chaotic as its surroundings. Even though there was a gaping hole in the wall with lots of debris surrounding it where the tree had fallen, otherwise the hut's insides were clean and orderly. Small shelves hung on the walls, with spices and books arranged upon them, and a small table at the middle of the room had a vase full of lilies placed upon it. There was also a small bed in the left most corner; the owner of the house was luckily absent, though. Besides the bed was a small dresser, and the demon decided to search it first. Silently it crept to it and began opening the drawers. The first two were unlocked, and contained only clothes and some small jewelry. The demon couldn't have cared less for them. Impatiently it tried the third locker. It was locked.

Hell be damned!, the demon thought as it tried to pull it open. It took quite a lot of force to rip the drawer from its place, so much that the demon almost fell backwards as the stubborn container finally gave up. Anxiously, the demon dumped its containers on the floor. It sighed of relief as the item it had been searching fell on the ground. "At last", it muttered as it picked a small, sheathed dagger from the floor. Just then, someone opened the hut's door.

"Is there someone here?", a frail, creaking voice echoed from the exit. The demon froze, and then, slowly, turned to look at the intruder. A wrinkled, elderly woman stood on the doorway, peering into the shadowy corners of the hut. The demon noticed her eyes were obscure white, likely ruined by disease and old age, but it didn't drop its guard just yet. The woman had a suspicious expression and, worse yet, she was clearly reluctant to step into the hut. The demon hid the dagger to the recesses of its ragged clothes, lingeringly rising to its full height. The woman remained motionless, but the demon could hear her old hearth picking up pace in rising panic. "You can see me", the demon said aloud as the first rays of light poured into the small house...

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quote:
Originally written by Azuma:

Just a question Ephesos. Who's the inexplicably sighing man you're talked about in your IC post?
I'm quite confident he's referring to your character.

EDIT: The old woman is meant to be on of the village's healers. She was probably one to treat Alicia as well. Al, Michael and Demarkus will likely get a word about the morning's events before they leave.

EDIT2: Hoi! I just noticed I now have a permission to eliminate Talbot if it suits my whim. Maybe in the next message...

[ Sunday, April 06, 2008 09:33: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ]

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Life is a neverending carneval where everyone has multiple costumes. I just hope mine are pleasing to the eye.
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Another picture thread. in General
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I only have one decent picture of myself floating in the net. If it looks strange, well, its because it was taken in a roleplaying convention. Some oddity was to be expected.

In any case, here it is.

EDIT: Just for notes, this is my first response to this kind of topics, ever.

EDIT2: BTW, my grandmother has naturally orange hair. Or had. Her hair has become light brown due to her age.

[ Friday, April 04, 2008 07:40: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ]

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Global Warming is real and I can proove it! in General
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Where I live, the winter was pretty warm and almost snowles for most of its duration. Then, yesterweeks Wednesday the temperature dropped 50 centimeters of snow just fell from the sky. I made the mistake of coming to this computer class where I normally write things like this, and when I tried to go home trough a small road that's normally in good shape, my car got stuck in the snow and I had to ring my dad to bring me a shovel. It was quite hard to get the Lada going again.

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Why can't we just be happy? in General
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Just for notes: I trashed right back light of my company's car. I have a feeling I'll hear about it for the rest of my life...

...oh, and if reading this made you feel happier, shame on you!

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Why can't we just be happy? in General
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One thing I've noticed: a human being *can* be happy even when lying in **** face down. It's all about attitude and knowledge you can contrast your experiences with. Many people are unhappy simply because they've never been worse, and thus can't appreciate whatever they happen to have now. It also works the other way around: some people can be happy with what they have because they don't know anything better. Sometimes, ignorance really is a bliss.

I, myself, am mostly content. I feel a bit lonely and detached from my own age group, but I have lots to do to keep my days busy, food to eat, a place to sleep in and chances to make a difference in this world. With the help of self-irony and twisted sense of humor, I can appreciate even the darkest shades of the universe. Oh, and I also have lots of good music to listen to. Up the irons!

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A slight breeze blew over the knocked-over tombstones and fallen trees. The night was already old, yet the sun still wouldn't rise for few hours; it was the darkest, and coldest, moment of the night. The demon stood tall over the defiled grave, staring mutely at the lump of dead flesh that had once been Alicia. Her body was still in relatively good shape: looking trough the darkness, the demon could have sworn that she was still alive, and just sleeping. Of course, it knew it wasn't so: her body was too silent, and it could already smell the creeping decay. It wouldn't have cared to look at the body for too long, but its gleaming eyes were still searching, still desperately trying to find what it had given to the girl.

And every moment it became more obvious: it wasn't there. The necklace was gone, someone had taken it. The demon's eyes were wide open, its hands shaking from mute anger. This it had not taken to consideration; it had thought that the villagers had buried Alicia with all of her belongings. Curse me for a fool! I should have guessed!, it thought and ground its teeth together. Yet again, the world was mocking its attempts to stay alive, to stay free and unbound. And in doing so, it had again tricked the demon to do something it would have rather left undone.

Embittered and enraged, the demon began shoveling dirt back on the girl's earthly remains. One of its paths, the one it had been least reluctant to take, ended here. So, what other options do I have?, it pondered. It could think of only one, and it would need to be done in a hurry; it would only take so long for the sun to rise once again. Silently the demon labored, quickly filling the pit that had taken hours to dig. Then it once again dissolved into the shadows, setting its course towards the other edge of the ruined village...

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Just for notes, I'll be camping during the week-end. I expect to see a healthy pile of new posts when I come back during Monday.

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Once, the cemetery of Emerald Cliff had been an astonishing place; shining white stones had stood in the shadows of large palm trees, decorated with all kinds of flowers one could just find around the Lake of Hopes. A week ago, the demon had seen a passing glance of it in its full glory, and the fairness of the scene had moved some part of its soul that hadn't yet been fully corrupted. But now, the holy ground was in ruins; the wind and the rain had swept away the flowers, and just as the storm had ended, a falling piece of the sky had struck the ground and knocked over the trees and the stones, leaving the cemetery but a twisted mockery of its former being.

In a way, the demon was glad it was so dark already; it would have hated to see the destruction in full detail, knowing that it had been partly responsible for the destruction of something so beautiful. Now, the dark obscured the fallen stones and trees, painting them all with the same dull shades of blue and black. It mercifully prevented the hellspawn from feeling the true hollowness of its victory.

Slowly, the demon made its way trough the torn landscape. It didn't see the runes engraved on the stained stones, but it didn't really have to; it remembered well where Alicia had been buried. The memory of her funeral had been deeply etched in its memory. For three long years the demon had haunted her, making her life hell, foiling all her attempts to prevent her grim destiny. Only at her last moments the girl had managed to lose her tormentor, and then... her disease had gotten her. What a pity.

"Oh, you got so close to the truth. Such a shame for the world to lose someone like you...", the devil muttered as it finally came to the right tombstone. Reluctantly it knelt over the ground and shoved its clawed fingers to the wet ground. Sighing deeply, it started burrowing trough the ground, to find and take back something it should have never given away...

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Lets just say that more activity wouldn't hurt it.

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Those villagers happen to live in an oasis (admittedly a big one, but still), with the desert surrounding them. That's the reason why they are so isolated. Those villagers are familiar with the surrounding environment, up to and including the ruins, and know very well what resources they need to undertake the trip.

The original idea of this roleplay was to create the typical adventure, but without adventurers, so that the villagers themselves would need to take care of their problems. Because of this, I hoped that more characters would be actual villagers, but decided not to mind about it so we could get the RP rolling. Ephesos, however, is still right: your character has paltry chances of surviving alone. Yes, he is a seasoned adventurer and a multiple-time hero, but he also just fell from the sky and has little ways of knowing where he actually is what the heck he is supposed to do.

For the record, on foot the ruins are a two or three day trip east from Emerald Cliff, and that's with optimal travel speed and not taking into account the hazards of the terrain. There are no further oasises and very little food in between.

EDIT: Curse me for a fool, I forgot the most important thing! The reason why I want your characters to be normal people instead of hard-boiled demonslayers? It's more dramatic that way! To the villagers, the supernatural is something new and horrifying, something they haven't experienced before and something they're not sure how to cope with now. To them, lifting the curse is a struggle, not something they could do in any Monday morning with a hangover. Save parody and epic deeds for other roleplays, I want to see terror and brooding desperation!

[ Tuesday, March 25, 2008 08:28: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ]

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Hurry up, people! I want to see your portrayal of the meeting!

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quote:
Originally written by Arancaytar:

I am very glad indeed of my custom title.

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*deep breath*

BIG NO!

Awww, poor Aran. But hey, you could have ended up worse.

To me, all sorts of titles are pretty much insignificant, because they'll manage to change again before I happen to reach a milestone. My writing is as slow as the movement of continental plates.

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When I was seven, I snake bit me in between my eyes. My both eyes swell so badly I couldn't open them for days, and there were nice, black rings around them for almost a month after. I also had to spend a week in hospital.

I never got what all the fuss was about, but my relatives were quite worried about me during the time I was poisoned. To this day, my grandma holds herself responsible and becomes dead-serious when talking about that accident.

Oh, by the way, the first thing I wanted my father to bring to the hospital was this lovely, stuffed snake I called "Stigu". It really made sleeping easier when I had that toy snake next to me. My father was dearly amused.

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That image Aran just used to close a thread reminded me of this program, which uses given parameters to generate a scenery image. It was called "genesis" or some such. Personally, I never learned how to use the damn thing, even though I think it would be a great accessory for creative purposes. What I want to know, have the rest of you run across that program or something similar, and what have you managed to do with it?

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Azuma, what point of the timeline should I pigeonhole your character into? It seems your character is a bit in the future; could we make it so he appears to the town (or the ruins, whichever makes a better choice at the time) during day four or five? Maybe you could run into Randomizer's character first?

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The sky was filled with shades of purple and blue, the last signs of the sun disappearing to the horizon. The demon covered in the darkness, watching the people pass by to one of their last safe-havens. The temple was already crowded, even though most villagers had yet to come. There were more, much more of them than last night; the demon guessed that this time, they had come to make a decision.

The demon had listened carefully what the priests had talked during the day and the evening. No volunteers expect for the merchant, Demarkus, had arrived. Even the fisherman the demon had heard about earlier hadn't showed himself. Yet the priests had not given up hope; they had been sure that more would crop up for the time of the new gathering. "Seems like they were right", the demon muttered and cursed under its breath. It caused a few people to shudder and look to the shadows, a cue for the demon to seek another place to hide in.

At least two more people had decided to help Demarkus on his journey; the names the demon had lost to the worried whispers and joyful cheers of the people. It didn't really matter: it had heard when and from where they would set on their journey. The rest it could work out later.

It'll take only a few weeks, Ilumas pondered. Only a few weeks for the curse to end, and then I can go back to hiding. No more humans, no more duties. It only hoped that no unneeded complications would rise up during that time. In a way, it was fortunate that the townspeople had ignored so much of their old legends; they were acting on a hunch, lacking true knowledge of their situation. That way the demon would have plenty of time to intervene.

"...and so it is decided: you will be leaving tomorrow, at noon, from this very temple. Take your time to make your preparations, and please, don't be late", a voice echoed from inside the temple. The demon crawled as close to a window it could to hear the ending words of the priest's speech. It wanted to peer in, to see who it would need to kill, but it dared not to. Unfortunate as it was, candlelight didn't carry the same force as the sun did.

Well, soon it won't matter whether they see me or not, the demon mused. The gathering was about to end, people were already pouring out of its door that had been thrown wide open. The demon hurried back to the shadows, narrowly avoiding the curious gaze of one of the passers-by. It had its own preparations to make, some things it had avoided for too long already. Why life never goes the way I want it to?, it wondered although it knew the answer all too well...

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I would have liked for you to write another round of posts before I would have to do anything, but it seems we've all fallen to the state of inactivity. To remedy the situation, I will write a new post within the next two days. Consider yourselves warned.

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