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I mean lake dwelling spirits gotta have a side-hustle, right?
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
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*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
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[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
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@Drakey
m.youtube.com/watch?v=oIuDuz26tOY
It was something you wanted to cherish, to keep sacred in the confines of your very mind, but alas, everything feels...clouded. In the days of yore, you had a purpose, a goal set in mind. What was that, you wonder. You try to seek that goal again, but sadly, it is gone from you. Like the flickering wings of a moth, you try to catch it, but it always eludes you. The path forward now is ripe with uncertainty, as you find yourself face down in the muck and mire of a fate most unfortunate to have befallen you.
Now you must ask yourself, newly dead, dost thou tarry forth to reclaim that which you once knew?
A M E M O R Y
It was something you wanted to cherish, to keep sacred in the confines of your very mind, but alas, everything feels...clouded. In the days of yore, you had a purpose, a goal set in mind. What was that, you wonder. You try to seek that goal again, but sadly, it is gone from you. Like the flickering wings of a moth, you try to catch it, but it always eludes you. The path forward now is ripe with uncertainty, as you find yourself face down in the muck and mire of a fate most unfortunate to have befallen you.
Now you must ask yourself, newly dead, dost thou tarry forth to reclaim that which you once knew?
@Nymeria Yes, while it has some conventions, it's not entirely based on the Souls series.
@Luna Amore@Olira
m.youtube.com/watch?v=NOG6gd3O4OI
The outside, a crappy, shabby hillbilly shack in the middle of the woods, but the inside...it was so much more. Years ago, Mei had discovered this mysterious but wonderful place, she and Nero. For some reason, the cabin was an anomaly in their world, a portal that led to their swanky abode.
A smooth and somber jazz melody played over the antique jukebox in the corner as Mei, her coven, and Celeste stepped into an environment like a 1930s speakeasy, complete with a bar, crushed red velvet and polished black marble. There was even rooms upstairs where the coven made their home during the day, and each you could tell who it belonged to.
Mei sauntered up to the bar and sat down, resting her head on the cool marble with a weary sigh. A long night it had been, and not just for her.
"Go ahead. Make yourself at home." Was about the only solitary response she could give to Celeste, the first human to ever step foot into their cozy abode. "I'm gonna rest here for a bit before we get started. Anton, fix me a Red Russian, would you sweetie." (A Red Russian being blood mixed with Vodka on ice)
"Damn, boss! Tossing 'em back already?" Anton laughed hopping behind the bar. "Alright! One Red Russian on the rocks!"
While he fixed her drink, Mei turned to Celeste. The woman's look was sincere, sympathetic one might say, odd for a vampire to show such. "Hey Celeste." She spoke, her voice quiet and heavy with exhaustion.
"About...tonight. I want to apologize for dragging you into this. Had things not gone sour, perhaps we could have met on better terms...more...friendly terms. I will admit, I do find you quite attractive, but that's beside the point. I don't know what's going on, but I plan to get to the bottom of this. Anyways, you're welcome to stay here for the night. I'll make sure my brothers and sisters behave, and tomorrow, I'll have Nero take you back home. I...didn't plan on having a human mixed up in our affairs."
m.youtube.com/watch?v=NOG6gd3O4OI
The outside, a crappy, shabby hillbilly shack in the middle of the woods, but the inside...it was so much more. Years ago, Mei had discovered this mysterious but wonderful place, she and Nero. For some reason, the cabin was an anomaly in their world, a portal that led to their swanky abode.
A smooth and somber jazz melody played over the antique jukebox in the corner as Mei, her coven, and Celeste stepped into an environment like a 1930s speakeasy, complete with a bar, crushed red velvet and polished black marble. There was even rooms upstairs where the coven made their home during the day, and each you could tell who it belonged to.
Mei sauntered up to the bar and sat down, resting her head on the cool marble with a weary sigh. A long night it had been, and not just for her.
"Go ahead. Make yourself at home." Was about the only solitary response she could give to Celeste, the first human to ever step foot into their cozy abode. "I'm gonna rest here for a bit before we get started. Anton, fix me a Red Russian, would you sweetie." (A Red Russian being blood mixed with Vodka on ice)
"Damn, boss! Tossing 'em back already?" Anton laughed hopping behind the bar. "Alright! One Red Russian on the rocks!"
While he fixed her drink, Mei turned to Celeste. The woman's look was sincere, sympathetic one might say, odd for a vampire to show such. "Hey Celeste." She spoke, her voice quiet and heavy with exhaustion.
"About...tonight. I want to apologize for dragging you into this. Had things not gone sour, perhaps we could have met on better terms...more...friendly terms. I will admit, I do find you quite attractive, but that's beside the point. I don't know what's going on, but I plan to get to the bottom of this. Anyways, you're welcome to stay here for the night. I'll make sure my brothers and sisters behave, and tomorrow, I'll have Nero take you back home. I...didn't plan on having a human mixed up in our affairs."
@Drakey Really....
Nothing to stop you?
I AM THE ALL POWERFUL GM OVERLORD! MY WORD IS LAW, AND I SAY...
Neh, fuck it! Welcome! ^_^
Nothing to stop you?
I AM THE ALL POWERFUL GM OVERLORD! MY WORD IS LAW, AND I SAY...
Neh, fuck it! Welcome! ^_^
m.youtube.com/watch?v=CqhqbsdpAXo
Indeed....
These are the final moments of Veldrick, city ridden with plague. A curse upon the kingdom, for which no origin is known. Perchance it was King Haran's heresy that invoked the wrath of the Elder Gods upon him and his royal court, or perhaps...it was simply the end of days. It may never be known, but what is...is that Veldrick lies rotting from the inside. The plague spread to all, and nary a soul was spared....
Except...for you...
Thou art newly dead....
Before the plague, the ground took your body. Who were you once in life? Does it even matter? Nay, what matters now is that you live, yet again....but for what reason?
That remains to be seen....
So arise, newly dead, rise from your grave, and join Veldrick in its final moments....as the call of the haunted welcomes you to....
Indeed....
These are the final moments of Veldrick, city ridden with plague. A curse upon the kingdom, for which no origin is known. Perchance it was King Haran's heresy that invoked the wrath of the Elder Gods upon him and his royal court, or perhaps...it was simply the end of days. It may never be known, but what is...is that Veldrick lies rotting from the inside. The plague spread to all, and nary a soul was spared....
Except...for you...
Thou art newly dead....
Before the plague, the ground took your body. Who were you once in life? Does it even matter? Nay, what matters now is that you live, yet again....but for what reason?
That remains to be seen....
So arise, newly dead, rise from your grave, and join Veldrick in its final moments....as the call of the haunted welcomes you to....
T H E C I T Y O F T H E
D E A D
D E A D
So welcome all to The City of the Dead, a freeform dark fantasy RP heavily inspired by Dark Souls (as if that wasn't obvious enough). You play the role of a 'newly dead', a person who had died long before the plague ravaged the city, and for some odd reason, you are alive once more. It is up to you to find out why your home fell to this terrible disease, and to stop it from spreading. Along the way, you will encounter terrible monsters and even a few boss fights, cause it wouldn't be a Souls inspired RP without epic and gruelling boss fights. Furthermore, there will be NPCs generated by me that may, or may not, give you valuable information. That said, you are free to explore this world, but beware. You'll never know what's lurking behind the corner.
That's right, as GM, I have the power to conjure forth unspeakable evils and random events that will test your mettle. These events will appear at random too, so be on your toes.
That said, welcome players, and Prepare to Die...again! Get it? Cause you're already dead and uh.... I'll see myself out. <.<
To begin, just post a picture of your character along with your name and a short intro in the IC. Just make sure you include being resurrected. Oh and one more thing! I know this is freeform, but be reasonable, you're not gonna be some big, hulking brute who can crush heads like the Mountain. The point of this game is survival and exploration of a world gone to shit, not your power fantasy.
Anywho, enjoy fellas! ^_^
@Luna Amore
Mr. Felton looked up from the few assignments he was grading, rubbing his eyes for a moment before answering with a friendly smile, "Yes, Miss Saint Claire. What is it you needed to know?"
But before Natalia could tell him, it seemed another new student was needing his help. Amelia was her name if he remebered correctly. It was surprising to him how Natalia let her speak first, but he would admit it was also very generous. He listened to Amelia's request, but as he did, his brow furrowed with concern. "Oh man... Well you see, Amelia, I don't mean to be rude to you and your friend. In fact, I would love to share all that I know about my craft with you two, but..." He sighed. "With my wife and I moving into our new home here and a baby on the way, that might be a tough one. I'll see if I can make some room in my schedule however and get back to you. Again, I'm sorry if this may be an issue."
Meanwhile, Harley continued to stare down Madison. She didn't buy that sweet and innocent look one bit. It was the same shit the popular girls, the cheerleaders and the rodeo queens used to hook those hunky football boys...and even some teachers.
She squared her shoulders, leaning in closer with a scowl, "Ha!
You? Sweet? Darlin' don't make laugh! You're like a damn barbie doll, real good lookin', but you ain't got no heart! And another thing, you best not be lookin' to fool around with the teacher. In case you haven't noticed, you're way outta his league, and you sleepin' with him is gonna get him buried up to his eyes in all kinds of shit!" A sharp finger the cowgirl pointed at her face like a loaded six gun. "So y'all best lay off him, or God willin', I'll come lookin' for you!"
And with that, she pulled her finger away, marching off with a face full of anger. Thankfully, it went away once she was beside Natalia. She smiled, hanging her arm around the girl's shoulder, "Hey there amigo!
What class you got next?"
Mr. Felton looked up from the few assignments he was grading, rubbing his eyes for a moment before answering with a friendly smile, "Yes, Miss Saint Claire. What is it you needed to know?"
But before Natalia could tell him, it seemed another new student was needing his help. Amelia was her name if he remebered correctly. It was surprising to him how Natalia let her speak first, but he would admit it was also very generous. He listened to Amelia's request, but as he did, his brow furrowed with concern. "Oh man... Well you see, Amelia, I don't mean to be rude to you and your friend. In fact, I would love to share all that I know about my craft with you two, but..." He sighed. "With my wife and I moving into our new home here and a baby on the way, that might be a tough one. I'll see if I can make some room in my schedule however and get back to you. Again, I'm sorry if this may be an issue."
Meanwhile, Harley continued to stare down Madison. She didn't buy that sweet and innocent look one bit. It was the same shit the popular girls, the cheerleaders and the rodeo queens used to hook those hunky football boys...and even some teachers.
She squared her shoulders, leaning in closer with a scowl, "Ha!
You? Sweet? Darlin' don't make laugh! You're like a damn barbie doll, real good lookin', but you ain't got no heart! And another thing, you best not be lookin' to fool around with the teacher. In case you haven't noticed, you're way outta his league, and you sleepin' with him is gonna get him buried up to his eyes in all kinds of shit!" A sharp finger the cowgirl pointed at her face like a loaded six gun. "So y'all best lay off him, or God willin', I'll come lookin' for you!"
And with that, she pulled her finger away, marching off with a face full of anger. Thankfully, it went away once she was beside Natalia. She smiled, hanging her arm around the girl's shoulder, "Hey there amigo!
What class you got next?"
@Luna Amore
"Mei!" Anton wrapped his arms around the woman. Happy indeed was he to see his boss and friend very much alive. The girl Petra hugged her as well, and it became evident how short and how much younger she was compared to the Chinese Woman. "We thought you were dead!"
"Guys, please!" Mei laughed. "It will take a hell of alot more than hunters to bring me down! I'm glad to see you two are safe. I just....wish I could say the same for Judah..." Her smile slowly contorted into a mournful grimace. "And the other three... Which reminds me, did you call Marcus?"
"Yeah, he should be on his way." Anton answered. "But I gotta ask, boss, what's with the human? Is she an h'ors durve?" He looked over his shades at Celeste, a hungry look in his glistening amber eyes.
Mei replied sternly, placing an arm in front of Celeste, "She is our guest, Anton, so don't even think of nibbling on her!"
"Our guest?" Said Petra. "Well if you say so, boss, but why is she here?"
"Look..." Mei sighed. "It's a long story. I'll explain everything once we get inside...of course..." She grumbled ducking her head. "I forgot Nero had the fucking key."
None too soon did the words leave her mouth however did their savior arrive. Nero must've been driving like a bat out of Hell to get here, seeing how his GT skidded into the dirt coming to a halt.
"Well, well. Looks like the gang's all here!" Nero got out of his car and walked up to them. Even in the dark, Mei could see the rips and tears in his fine black suit. Poor bastard, he was trying to get out of Hell it seemed.
"Sorry I'm late, but I had to excuse myself from Alice in Fucking Wonderland. Where's Marky?"
"On his way." Mei curtly returned. "We're waiting on you to open the door, in case you haven't noticed."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." He grabbed the house key out of his pocket, but before he opened the door, Nero noticed their little guest for the evening, the bitch he suspected of spying on him. He looked at Celeste then back to Mei. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?"
"Look, just open the damn door already!" Mei huffed.
Nero nodded, albeit reluctantly, and opened the door, gesturing to Mei. "After you."
"Mei!" Anton wrapped his arms around the woman. Happy indeed was he to see his boss and friend very much alive. The girl Petra hugged her as well, and it became evident how short and how much younger she was compared to the Chinese Woman. "We thought you were dead!"
"Guys, please!" Mei laughed. "It will take a hell of alot more than hunters to bring me down! I'm glad to see you two are safe. I just....wish I could say the same for Judah..." Her smile slowly contorted into a mournful grimace. "And the other three... Which reminds me, did you call Marcus?"
"Yeah, he should be on his way." Anton answered. "But I gotta ask, boss, what's with the human? Is she an h'ors durve?" He looked over his shades at Celeste, a hungry look in his glistening amber eyes.
Mei replied sternly, placing an arm in front of Celeste, "She is our guest, Anton, so don't even think of nibbling on her!"
"Our guest?" Said Petra. "Well if you say so, boss, but why is she here?"
"Look..." Mei sighed. "It's a long story. I'll explain everything once we get inside...of course..." She grumbled ducking her head. "I forgot Nero had the fucking key."
None too soon did the words leave her mouth however did their savior arrive. Nero must've been driving like a bat out of Hell to get here, seeing how his GT skidded into the dirt coming to a halt.
"Well, well. Looks like the gang's all here!" Nero got out of his car and walked up to them. Even in the dark, Mei could see the rips and tears in his fine black suit. Poor bastard, he was trying to get out of Hell it seemed.
"Sorry I'm late, but I had to excuse myself from Alice in Fucking Wonderland. Where's Marky?"
"On his way." Mei curtly returned. "We're waiting on you to open the door, in case you haven't noticed."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it." He grabbed the house key out of his pocket, but before he opened the door, Nero noticed their little guest for the evening, the bitch he suspected of spying on him. He looked at Celeste then back to Mei. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?"
"Look, just open the damn door already!" Mei huffed.
Nero nodded, albeit reluctantly, and opened the door, gesturing to Mei. "After you."
@Luna Amore
Harley decided she would hang around and wait on her camera buddy before going to her next class, plus she too wanted to ask Mr. Felton if he had any pro tips for a young, budding photographer like herself.
She sat leaning in her chair, fiddling around with the D500 Nat let her borrow, every once in a while looking up at Mr. Felton's desk. That's when she noticed that damn pink haired whore up to no good. That bitch was just itching for an old fashion Texas beatdown courtesy of the cowgirl, especially for all those mean looks she was giving her new buddy.
Eventually...Harley done had it. Quietly she set her camera down and got up, adjusting her hat and looking the no good hussy straight in the eyes, like she was Clint Eastwood in For a Few Dollars More.
"Hey." Her tone was stern, even moreso with that Texas drawl of hers. "Y'all got a problem with my friend there, missy? Cause I sure think you do."
Harley decided she would hang around and wait on her camera buddy before going to her next class, plus she too wanted to ask Mr. Felton if he had any pro tips for a young, budding photographer like herself.
She sat leaning in her chair, fiddling around with the D500 Nat let her borrow, every once in a while looking up at Mr. Felton's desk. That's when she noticed that damn pink haired whore up to no good. That bitch was just itching for an old fashion Texas beatdown courtesy of the cowgirl, especially for all those mean looks she was giving her new buddy.
Eventually...Harley done had it. Quietly she set her camera down and got up, adjusting her hat and looking the no good hussy straight in the eyes, like she was Clint Eastwood in For a Few Dollars More.
"Hey." Her tone was stern, even moreso with that Texas drawl of hers. "Y'all got a problem with my friend there, missy? Cause I sure think you do."
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