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Post by ❧ƬнєƁℓυєƇαт on Sept 24, 2017 16:20:51 GMT -5
ho boy i went on the longest hiatus since a few years back. however, i'm back ^^ and ready to rp. honestly this will probably be a jump in rp since i have no idea what i want to do. so...setting:
An old town that appears to hold rather old traditions...like they're in another time period, back in the Salem Trials, it appeared. It was a time of fear and hatred, so many secrets and unnecessary murder. The village is surrounded by thick forest, like it's trapped in the middle. The town has a blacksmith, smoke filling the sky just toward the back of the town, his pyre wonderfully built out of stone and fine granite. The tavern, resting just in the middle of town, marked by a deep well where the townspeople fetch water, is the rightful place for travelers and,well, the town drunks. The whole center of town is a place of business, all marked by signs upon signs. However, the most ominous thing about this town is the guillotine off the center of town, hooked up neatly and ready for use. People steer very clear of this particular object.
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yes! you may have characters that have modern clothes ^^ join in with whatever type of being you want, it's a jump-in rp! the only thing i ask is if you are not planning to participate anymore please say something, I myself will as well.
and when i mean you can be anything you want-- you can be anything you want.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 24, 2017 16:35:15 GMT -5
Gimme a minute and i'll put something up.
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Post by Sherk on Sept 24, 2017 16:39:22 GMT -5
It was time to grab undeath by the horns and just...live it to the fullest!
Celsius hadn't been out of their phylactery, that personal pocket dimension that came with being a lich, in what must've been centuries. The world would've changed, a lot probably, and they were pretty excited to see just everything that had happened.
Celsius could've probably picked a better town to make their grand redebut into, one that didn't hate the arcane, but give them a break. They'd been gone for a long time. Currently though, through some of that handy dandy illusion magic, Celsius resembled a small child with scruffy brown hair and very old, almost medieval fashions, a far cry from their spectral, arcane, lich form.
Celsius bounced through the town, wondering if kids still got into trouble all the time, and stole and made rafts and forts out of sticks. They passed the guillotine, but paid it no mind. They were used to death because they were dead.
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Post by ValkoinenLeuka on Sept 24, 2017 16:47:40 GMT -5
The two appeared near the edge of the woods. They'd been on the road for a long time before the trail had become lost in roots and undergrowth, leaving them lost to wander about for a few days before ending up here. One stood with a map in her hands, trying to find where on the parchment they might have ended up. No such luck. She couldn't find any village listed in these woods. Well, it was an old map. She could try to find a more recent one here, if there was a cartographer. She wore a heavy cloak over herself, hood pulled up to cover her pale hair from the light. The man with her, dressed in a simple belted tunic and pants, looked toward the town nervously. He wasn't keen on the idea of being around people again. The woman started to walk ahead of him and with a small sigh, he followed. She led him forward, following the town's streets until they found their way outside the tavern.
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