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𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎, 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓇. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒸𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓎. 𝐹𝑜𝑜𝓁𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓎, 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝓎, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒, 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎, 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑜. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓅'𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒢𝑜𝒹'𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒.





Welcome to Cryptic Valley. A vast region west of the Mississippi where tall tales roam as old as the trees and mountains. Roughly including modern-day Texas, the story takes place in the late 1860s. A newly unionized America fresh out of the civil war, still in shock over the decade's events. The Bloody war, the struggle of the freedom of slaves, the continued mistreatment of slaves, the terror of the dead rising to feast on the living, and the witches that spite mortal men.

Wait, what?

That's right, this isn't your ordinary western tale. This is a supernatural take on the western Genera. Mythical beasts lurk in the untamed wilds. The occult has a heavy hand, and with the growing power of the inquisition across the Atlantic, The wild frontiers of America's West are one of the last refuges away from the church's influence. For the most part, in broad strokes history is more or less the similar to our own, for simplicities sake, with some notable exceptions:

Magic is real! Yeah, crazy right? And...other gods too but we'll ignore that for now. Just know that while magic takes different forms in different cultures across the globe, all follow the rules of the pentacle system, which we will get into later. Shamans, Druids, Witch-Doctors, for the most part, practice what is deemed as 'white magic', while malevolent spellcasters practice 'black magic'. The catholic church and other related powers used to view all forms of magic (besides priestly miracles) as evil. (Sorcery, as we'll get into later, is considered 'neutral' magic, since it only manipulates one of the five basic elements.) Modern Reform, However, have been gradually more lenient towards white magic and sorcery. Broadly speaking, for what humans that are able to and practice magic, can only practice white magic. It often takes wicked sacrifices or exploitations of other dark powers for a human to be able to practice black magic; and those that too are forever unable to cast white magic in turn.

There are creatures as well, monsters from myths and legends, cryptids too. By this era of civilization most have been extinct or reduced to small populations, but in less-habited lands such as the west, they still dwell. And boy can some of them be scary. Its dangerous work, but it also allows for outlaws to escape the law more easily, so long as they don't become prey to the supernatural as well. Monster Hunters are a popular, albeit, dangerous occupation, more so then your typical bounty hunter.

In the oldest tales, there are said to be three children of the moon. All draw their power to it, and all share some connection to the Goddess of the Moon herself, Hecate. All are to be feared. The two younger siblings is the Beast Child and the Night Child. Werewolves, skin walkers, they go by many names, but these are the accursed shapeshifters that take the form of many beasts and prey upon mankind with ruthless savagery. The Night Child. The vampires. Forever Denied the morning sun, they stalk the shadows, and consume their prey with the grace of an assassin; unlike their more violent sibling.

The oldest, and most feared, however. Is the Heir to Hecate. The First Child and Daughter. The witches. While they too, feed upon mankind, they wield the full power of magic at their whim. It is said to earn the spite of a witch is a fate worse then death itself.

This RP will act as a sort of series of one shots with a healthy mix of optionally slice-of-life. The town of Copper Springs and its general surroundings act as a 'HUB' of sorts for players to socialize or do whatever with when there isn't a main story taking place. The main stories, meanwhile, will act as 'ideally' short and optionally events that should be open enough for everyone to join at their leisure for the main events.

Most of the stories will also take place either in the town itself, or relatively close enough to town to allow the cast of players to join at their leisure. Of course 'free-roam' collabs don't need to be all wholesome fluff socializing for any that are interested in more inter-player dramas and actions, or mini action-oriented events like fighting a bandit, just whatever y'all wanna do while I'm not hosting anything major. I'm also open for player-themed events for players that have their own ideas for group rp events.

Regarding locations too, y'all can come up with your own stuff like a specific store in a town, a nearby home for a monster-pc, etc. Won't be too strict on historical accuracies are anything either since its a casual experience. Just like characters though, try to run it be me with whatever you wanna make in terms of locations or maybe even major plotlines so I'm on the same page.

Ideally the RP will be as active as the cast so there isn't any pressure for deadlines with exceptions to the main story events and personal preferences amongst your own collabs. Speaking of the town meanwhile..






𝒞𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓇.


The town of Copper Springs sits neatly between Texas's Eastern woodlands and the drier plains and deserts to the west. Making it an ideal location for settlers to brave its dangers while being close to a source of water and food. This however, also means that the town sits between two territories of the various monsters that prefer the woods or the dry, open plains. Its fair population, religious worship, and fair amount of guards are believed to keep monsters at bay. But in truth, the rabid spooks and cryptids rarely mess with the prey of any moon-child, and all three have some secret stake to this town. The roughly 40 year-old village may seem like a safe bastion from the terrors outside, but it is merely a peaceful meadow to satisfy the lambs before slaughter.




That summarizes the gist of the plot. Next I'll get into more about magic and potentially playable stuff. I'd expect most people to just go with human to fit in more with the ideas of horror, but of course players are more then welcome to make monster-pcs too. There isn't really a character limit either so make however many characters you want and use them at your leisure.
In Decibitus 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




~1505 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




Finally. It was somewhat embarrassing that his skeletons failed to find any on their own, but so what! He had already tried so hard to be the best reaper present. And clearly he was, surely! Surely his talents would be appraised of once this infernal job was all said and done.

"Roger that, I'm right on it." He and his pair of minions were right on the trail, Edward flying fast with his skeletons marching as quickly as they could after their master. Honestly, this was too much trouble. They already saved the Gala, maybe they were just being overly concerned. That was until he saw the growing manifestation behind him. Good lord, she really is a cursed magnet. He had caught up with Vera by the time they drew near to the parking lot.

Sure enough, he eventually found Celeste who seemed to be part way dragged into the vehicle. It looked like it was against their will, but he hadn't heard much of the conversation beyond Celeste's excitement.

Wait, she could see him? Edward's froze up in shock at that. His skeletons, almost-cartoonishly, skid to a stop with one bumping into another.

No it must have been a mistake, he must have forgot to turn his invisibility off. Or, was it? Shit, he wasn't sure. But she sounded, happy to see him? Why? That had to be a mistake as well. He was a flying ghost wizard. Then again, if she could see them well, he was pretty cool at the Gala. Maybe she's a fan now? Or maybe she meant Vera? Was she visible?

Shit. Well, that's not important. There was some growing disaster behind them and there wasn't any time to ask questions or be flustered about it.

Edward made sure he made himself corporeal so he could at least be 100% certain he was heard, despite his previous reluctance. His introverted, cloistered nature was drowned out by all this frustration and confusion.

"Get the hell out of the city!" There was no dramatic pretense to his speech. Just, drive away from any and all populated areas please. Even if it follows her, it would be easier to deal with whatever the hell is next without worrying about casualties. He remained visible to the public, hovering as he readied his staff with one hand and ghostly blade in the other, the two skeletons moving away from the street, but standing ahead closer to the growing threat and waited for orders.

In Decibitus 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




~1460 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




Edward had an audible exhale as he exited the Gala. The streets were no easy place to search. Scouring the damn city was ill-suited gruntwork. Naturally, such a task was suited for his minions.

With both his skeletons behind him, he turned to Vera.

"I can have these two cover two directions for some distance though I'll need to be in the air to keep good command over both."

"Do it, I will question the civilians. With this one to help, I will be slower", Vera said, shifting Lucian so his arm wrapped over her shoulder and she could support most of his weight.

Edward gave a nod before he began his ascent into the sky. With a gesture of either arm, he sent one Skeleton north and the other south; "Search for the cursed woman with pink hair." taking advantage of the view to see if he could spot that pink haired woman from his sight alone.

Stagering down the street, Vera popped into existance, searching for a mortal that seemed to have some idea of what was going on. The first human she questioned offered nothing of value, save a useless comment that Lucian seemed like he was hurt.

Vera struck gold, as Amelia often loudly shouted, during her next attempt at reconaissance,interrogating another noncombatant leaving her with vital clues.

"Celeste? Oui, I saw her," the portly man dressed in what Vera could only conclude was a truly alarming amount of spandex that bordered on life threatening.

"Rouchefort was leading her away from the fleeing crowd through the other corridor. You know, Rouchefort, no?" the man added, leaving Vera to contemplate his accent, it was rich and attractive, French she knew.

[color=#63B8FF] "Thank you!" [/color ]Vera shouted, turning to head back the other way, tossing Lucian over her shoulder in a firemen's carry she began to jog back towards the corridor indicated by the stout civilian.

Edward remained vigilant above as his skeletons moved through the crowd. Turns out pink hair was a more common phenomena then he thought, Celeste no where among them. Frustrated, the necromancer hoped Vera had more luck.

"Siggy," Vera hissed, touching the sticker that the dimuniative dicator had stuck to her. "I need you to pass on a message to the braggart wizard. Rouchefort is leading Celeste away from the crowd. Down the other corridor. I am heading there!"

In Decibitus 11 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




~1446 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




The necromancer stood by as he watched the aloof reaper fall on his back in a way-too-neat fashion. Was that out of practice or was that the instinct of those model types? Like how a cat is always supposed to land on their feet.

Nonetheless, monkeys? Seemed there was still more creatures to dispatch of before the day was over.

Retrieving another written spell tag from his person, he began to chant an unnecessary but dramatic incantation. Both of his skeletons moved to accompany him at either side as he spoke.

“I weave the marks of death, strike true a terrible curse with their blades.”

He’d tear the tag twice to make three torn tickets, each burned up with arcane fire. The embers of which moved into three direction, to a hand of each skeleton and to the necromancer’s own spare hand. Spectral swords formed from each gathering ghastly ember, necrotic magic running up through their spectral form.

He’d do a small flourish with the sword as both skeletons began to move forward and spread out, though he didn’t let them go too far without first getting a direction.

“Just give us the directions and you can rest your pretty head here.” Edward sneered.
In Decibitus 12 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Edward Bennigan




~1442 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




Edward Watched as the dragon’s maw was forced away from its target. Then saw as Vera struck true with a finishing slash. The necromancer cackled with a casual stride towards its crumbling remains. Its destruction affirmed to Edward that it must have been a spell, it had no residue of soul-stuff that a wisp or spirit would have left behind.

So, if it was a spell, who was its caster? The girl perhaps? Wait, where is she? Edward hadn’t paid enough attention to their side of the fight until now.

Lucian seemed unconcerned despite apparently being acquainted with her. So, maybe she was alright? No it’s not wise to trust that Lucian himself is aware of what’s going on.

“No need to thank me, dragon-slayer.” Edward stated with a hint of a smug tone as he walked by Vera, performing a brief dramatic spin of his staff with one hand. Both of his skeletons ended their March a bit past Lucian, awaiting further orders. (Though they continued an idle rhythm.)

“While I humbly accept any well-deserved praise sent my way…I think we’re missing a particularly important pink-haired mortal. Did she escape safely while I was occupied?” He directed the question to both of his co-workers.
@King Cosmos

As an aside tulpas can cause sleep paralysis but generally speaking I think this concept is fine. If the spirit is only feeding off dreams though they're likely on the lower end of the spirit food chain since souls have a lot more value as a heads up.

Otherwise character checks out! Approved.
@The World

Approved!
@Teyao
After you made the one semantic change consider your character approved! and you can throw it in the character tab once so.

Edward Bennigan




~1442 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE




He did it. That bastard did it. Upon breaking the skull, Edward realized he won. Overcome with pride over his victory, he couldn’t help himself but indulged in the self-perceived spotlight. Though he was still invisible to the mortal eye, he acted as though there was a crowd watching; He turned, spinning to face away from the destroyed wisp just as it started to wither away. One hand placed in front of his face, like a dramatic cut hiding his left side with the fingers spread to reveal his eye. The other hand was placed on his hip as he spoke.

“Another soul destroyed before the lord of the dead.” Then, turning back to the wisp while he made a slashing motion with the turn of his hand, away from his face now. “Return to ash.”

Ash.. Though his cheeses expression remained, there was a sort of somberness that grew over seeing the wisp’s form wither away to nothing. A reminder of the ultimate fate to those lost souls. A cruel world it was, to be sure; but perhaps one day things could be different. Maybe..

Sad thoughts aside, without any direct obstacle he was free to witness his companions and their struggle with the dragon. It seemed they provoked that fascinating construct, the fools! He supposed the dragon must have been a wisp too.

Very well then, it seemed he could try to help out, perhaps then they’d appreciate how great he was.

He threw two spell tags out from his robe’s pockets, and with practiced finesse made a swift single motion of his arm to throw the tags at both skeletal sources he had used prior; the ruined net and the remains of the large hand.

He didn’t need to recite the full spell for its written form; but he was brimming now with such hammy acting that he couldn’t help himself.

“Servants of the damned, heed my call. Your lord beckons.” He had his hand stretch out at the general direction of the two sources of the spell while he continued, already the spell tags seemed to burn away as the skeletal masses began to shape themselves once more. “Rise and serve the master of death!”

With that, the two mess of bones had collected, morphed, and assembled into two generic human skeletons. Their eyes alight with dark magic which also seemed to tether faintly around their joints and outline.

He turned around to face his new opponent, then once again brought his hand out forward.

“Go fourth and conquer!” The skeletons moved like soldiers towards the dragon, though given their speed and distance they wouldn’t be able to assist right away. Perhaps they ultimately wouldn’t be needed by the time they did. In any case, Edward wasn’t ready to slow down; even if he preferred to not destroy the dragon.

He did a brief flourish with his staff as he called out to Lucian and Vera.

“Your struggle is over, for your great and powerful Edward is here now!”

Lightning coiled from the staff’s tip as he spun the weapon in his hand, then he stopped the staff; tilting it towards the beast that had just shotgun-fired his comrade.

“Perish!”

Lightning arced across the air between Edward and the Dragon as he unleashed the staff’s power.
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