BunniesOfDoom

Well hello there

Welcome friend! I too enjoy rps with fast action and lots of lore. I can't even make a simple rp without somehow lore dumping a novel on my player's lol.

Hope you enjoy your stay!

To Hold Back The Dark

@tealrootssssthey would be considered NPC's. Also, you don't need to post multiple OOC posts ina row. You can just modify your previous one with the edit button.

To Hold Back The Dark

Yep. We only have Light Bearers in Dogfalls and Mistmoor. So that made it easier to get this rolling. Big bad demon boy hasn't even made his appearance just yet. Just a lot of NPC grims

To Hold Back The Dark

Alright guys! The first post is up! I've got a post in both Dogfalls and Mistmoor! Take part in whichever one you would like!

This game is officially OPEN

To Hold Back The Dark

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Location: Shores of Astrya Interactions: None yet

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It was the middle of the night when the sentry bells began to toll. Loud rings sounded out into the cold, midnight air, rousing Light Bearers from their sleep within the mighty walls of the Dogfalls Stronghold. Older, more experienced fighters bounded from their sleeping arrangements and grabbed the weapons stashed at the foot of their beds. Armor was quickly thrown on before they moved to make their way out into the courtyard where a gathering was beginning to form.

The newer, slower moving Light Bearers took some time to awaken from their sleep before they finally realized what was happening around them and quickly got suited up for battle. They, too, eventually made their way to the courtyard. Up upon the walls stood the sentries and an older woman with greying hair and even greyer eyes. She held onto a staff for support as she gazed out to the crashing waves of the sea just beyond the cliff face.

Silence seemed to engulf the night as each Bearer waited for the commands to go defend. It was as if the night itself were holding its breath, the only sound being the crashing of the waves on the rocks. Then, quietly at first, there was a rumbling. The very ground began to shake before up from the sea rose a wave of darkness. It crashed onto the shores, engulfing the water and rocks in black soot before continuing along the land. Creatures of various sizes and forms began to claw their way out of the darkened sand, their eyes a glow of hellish fire and their screams filling the night air.

The older woman straightened as she watched the creatures spawn from the abyss. She clenched her jaw and her grip on her staff turned white from pressure. “Dogfall will not be overrun tonight! We shall prevail!” And with that scream of protest, the woman raised her staff and slammed it down onto the top of the wall. Suddenly, a dazzling bright sigil illuminated the night as it blazed to life on the exterior of the walls. Any Grim creature that found itself before the light screamed in anguish and fizzled out of existence but still more came as the wave crashed into the protection of the sigil.

The woman turned from the outer walls and gazed down upon the large crowd of gathered warriors. “Light Bearers! Tonight we fight within the abyss! May Aleathen bless us all with swift victory!” A cheer rose from the crowd as she raised her staff, a large gate directly behind the blazing sigil opening up to let the Light Bearers through. War had found itself upon Astrya’s shores.

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Location: Stronghold of Mistmoor Interactions: None yet

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The sun was just beginning to set upon the mountains of Mistmoor. It was mid spring, so a pleasant time to be out during the twilight. It was comfortable and quite warm, a short lived reprieve from the long, harsh winters of the mountains. Terrain Kar sat upon a bench, gazing out at the sky as the stars began to make their appearance. Her thin tunic and pants were more than enough to keep her comfortable while she watched the sun set.

With a flick of her wrist, she pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. She had been training most of the day and her body was quite sore from the workout. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the swordmaster’s frustration with being cooped up inside the mountain stronghold for so long, or that he had a vendetta directed solely at her, but that day’s training had been rougher than her typical ones. She found herself on the defensive far more than she would have liked and when he smacked her so hard on her side that her ribs quivered, the man had called it quits. She was thankful for it to be over and when she took a peek at the hit location, a purple bruise had already begun to develop. It was unpleasant to say the least, but she had learned a grave lesson. Never leave your side open for a misdirect if you’re not willing to take the blow and she only learned after being stuck, that she was very much not ready to take that blow.

She let out a loud sigh as she rested her arms along the back of the bench, allowing her eyes to close as her head hung back, exposing her face to the last of the sun’s dying rays. She would have to talk to that man. If he had a vendetta against her, for whatever reason, she would have to find a way to sort it. She couldn’t take many more hits like that. Of course, she could simply learn a better tactic for her fighting but that would take time and she wanted to make sure she didn’t end up with a bruise on her every time she attempted a new flourish or technique. Her mother would take the man apart if she learned what had happened that day. Even being a blessed Light Bearer didn’t bring that woman’s overprotectiveness to a mild simmer.

Terrian released a low sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please,” she quietly begged the gods above, “Please don’t let my mother learn of today’s training.” She peered up at the darkening sky. “Please”

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In Secret We Lie: False Gods & Human Servants

Eyes that flashed silver under the shadows of the tree canopy, a monster was on the hunt once more. The silver flickered in and out of existence as the beast moved behind trees, a shrill call echoing in its throat. It had eyes only for one specific prey that night and it called to it with the tune of its kin. Slowly, silently the beast listened as its head turned this way and that. A flash of white in the darkness, a deer skull lurking within the shadows.

Finally, an answer.

Eyes flicked up to the sky as a shrill call echoed off the canopy. With claws as sharp as daggers and reflexes faster than the eye could see, the wendigo dug his appendages into the bark of the nearby tree and scaled its height with swift strikes. Hand above hand, he pulled himself through the branches until he launched himself through the leaves. High above the canopy now, the beast could see out past the treeline. A setting sun off to the west, a few stars making their first appearance for the night and just before him, a griffin, ripe for the taking.

Death engulfed the poor creature and the two crashed through the canopy, their impact sounding with a sickening crunk and loud thud. Silence fell over the forest once more, except for the vicious sound of crunching bones and slurping marrow.

Getsuy sat back, lounging against the trunk of the nearest tree. One hand rested idly in his lap and the other held a claw of the griffin he had just finished devouring, using it to pick meat from between his vicious canines. His hunger was finally lessened in intensity. Humanity had a small sliver in his silver eyes once more. Hunger was never fully quenched with this beast, his instincts telling him to seek out and devour anything that could feed him but he couldn’t allow those instincts to fuel him that night. No, he had more interesting matters to attend to.

His eyes moved to the east, gazing out into the distance as if he could see past the trees and to the Palace of the Gods. His heightened hearing could hear the music, the conversations of prey. That was his goal that night. He wanted to go see what the whole ball was about. He had never dared to interact with the Festival before. However, that night was different. He was fed and curious. So with a quiet huff, he rose from his relaxed position. With a flick of his wrist he threw the claw down on top the broken and bloody remains of the griffin. Matted fur and hollowed out bones. A vicious grin crossed his face as he crouched on his hunches, feeling the energy building in his legs as he bent down, lower and lower.

Like a shadow of Death, itself, Getsuy made his way through the forest, weaving around trees as he went. The sounds of civilization grew louder until he finally broke through the treeline. He stopped there, silver gazing out at those who came and went. His eyes lingered on a gaggle of masked acolytes as they slowly made their way back to their temple, muttering to each other about trivial matters that made no sense to the beast. Upon the wind, his scent was carried and the group of humans grew silent as they inhaled that unforgettable stench. Some peered over at him, pointing him out to the others of the group and their pace quickened. He silently watched as they hurried along before turning his eyes upon the Palace. Silently, he finally made his approach.

Towering over the simple humans, Getsuy did not bother gazing down upon them as they parted to make his way. One long stride after another took him up the steps to the building until he finally stood before a man. Slowly his skull lowered until he stared down at the red headed boy.

“Move,” his voice vibrated through his chest, a raspy, ghastly sound. When the boy finally stepped out of the creature’s way, he extended an unnaturally long arm. His hand pressed against the seam of the two doors before he gave them a mighty shove. The doors slowly swung open under the pressure and Getsuy stepped through the threshold.

The sounds of conversation and music were a loud hum to the dark beast. His ears flicked on the top of his head as he peered about. Where were the others? He could hear them but it seemed he was in a landing with hallways branching every which way. He stepped up to the first door and opened it. A dressing room of sorts, with odd garments hung up on dangling hangers. He scoffed at the sight before snapping the door closed.

Peering down to the end of the landing, he found a second set of double doors. As he approached them, the sounds of civilization grew louder and louder. He paused for a moment outside the door before he finally pushed them open. Servants turned to smile at the new god to appear to only have those smiles stripped away from them as their eyes fell on Getsuy. Slowly, silence fell upon the ball as all eyes turned to take in his grizzly visage.

Fresh blood still wet upon his cowl, and his all too familiar stench seemed to hush any that gazed upon him. Slowly, he began to take steps out into the grand ballroom. He peered from one god to the next, taking in their forms and scents. He had eaten many of their types but there were a few unfamiliar ones and he inhaled deeply before locking his gaze onto those few mythical creatures. His stomach rumbled lowly at the thought of tasting their flesh upon his tongue.

As one servant hurried along with a tray full of food, Getsuy snatched the poor woman up in his grasp. She squeaked loudly as he pulled her off her feet before the beast grabbed the tray from her hands. He threw the poor girl to the side before picking at the food, a large selection of shish kabobs. Getsuy could never truly understand why others would make such a meager appetizer. He would have to eat hundreds of these to even bring his hunger down to a roaring boil.

He scanned the area again before his eyes fell upon Aeliana and Antero, his nose telling him exactly who it was under the mask. He pondered for a moment if he wanted to even interact with the two but Aeliana had always attempted to be kind to him, even when he didn’t want the company of the fiery woman.

Placing the tray down on the nearest table, one currently occupied by a few lesser gods that he hadn’t bothered to learn the name of, he stepped through the crowd. Much like before, they parted for him as he went. He could feel their gazes upon him, stern and fearful but he paid them no mind. He wasn’t here to make friends with anyone. He was here to sate his curiosity, a different hunger that he sought to feed from time to time.

He eventually came to a stop before the two gods, looking from one to the other. His eyes lingered on the fiery bird for a moment before his nose picked up on the slightest hint of another. The deer man. He always wanted to feel that creature’s meat between his teeth but the man always seemed to have a magical flute with him at all times. Perhaps one day, he will get him alone and he’ll be able to see just what the man tastes like.

He stood silently in front of the pair before muttering a very guttural, “Hello.”

To Hold Back The Dark

@IAmTheIsland
Don't forget to move your character to the character tab so it doesn't get lost in the OOC tab!

GM Note:

We'll be opening up this rp this weekend. Either tomorrow or the day after. So get ready! This should be a lot of fun!

To Hold Back The Dark

Well yeah! The big baddie has to look scary!

To Hold Back The Dark

Yes but you already posted it in the character section. @tealrootssss