Post by Kurai on Nov 28, 2017 18:41:37 GMT -5
Ok So this is a little something I have had the idea of creating for a while. It will be a little different from a regular rp In that it will work in a similar to word games like werewolf or mafia. Please read carefully and ensure you ask any questions before joining.
The sleepy town of Devil's Bridge is riddled with history. Located in an area of outstanding natural beauty, made only more beautiful by the man made bridges that cross gushing waterfalls. The village itself is small, home to a small community where everyone knows everyone. The buildings are low, cottages built with locally sourced stone, huddled low into the surrounding landscape where they have weathered harsh winters for decades.
Not only is this place beautiful in its rustic charm, but it is the home of legend. It is told that sometime in the 11th century the Devil visited Wales. Whilst venturing through our small town, who had not yet earned it's name, he stumbled upon an elderly woman. She was bereft with grief, a poor woman with few means and she was sat beside the river and sobbing. The Devil had taken the guise of a man, and when he questioned the poor woman over the source of her distress she told him; her cow had wandered across the river, her only livelihood, and with the danger of the falls close by she could not retrieve her.
The Devil turned to look at the water, although barely more than a stream here it was engorged in steep banks, riddled with treacherous slate. A sly smile spread across his face and he turned back to the woman.
"What you need my dear, is a bridge, and I am just the man to build you one. Why don’t you go home, and in the morning there will be a bridge waiting for you. All I ask in return is to keep the first living thing to cross the bridge!”
The woman was elated, of course his offer was a little odd but she accepted and returned to the warmth of her small cottage, where she settled before the hearth for the night. She wondered about this stranger who would build her a bridge. "What a strange request! Why should I cross the bridge to get my cow back if he gets to keep me in exchange?”
The next morning, her faithful dog at her heels she returned to the spot where she had encountered the stranger that day before. Sure enough, and to her disbelief a bridge spanned the river, built of the same rough stone as her very own cottage. She was admiring the work, and it was a truly fantastic bridge when the stranger appeared suddenly, as though from nowhere.
"As promised, I have built you a bridge. Now you may cross and retrieve your cow." A smirk was fixed upon the strangers face as, with a flourish of his hand he lead her towards the new bridge.
As the woman reached the bridge she pulled from her apron, the crust from yesterday's loaf. With a huff she threw the bread, which landed on the far side of the strange crossing. Like a flash and before the Devil could interject, her faithful dog dashed across the bridge to hungrily gobble down the morsel. Rage coursed through the devil and he rose up.
"You foolish old woman, I don't believe it. Your stupid smelly dog has become the first living thing to cross my bridge. It is of no use to me!" And with this final exclamation he vanished.
The Devil has since never returned to Wales. Embarrassed that he was outwitted by the old lady and her dog. High in the mountains near Aberystwyth, there is a village where a very old bridge crosses a deep gorge. Above it are two other bridges built at later dates. But the lowest one….Well, they say that the Devil himself built it!