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6 yrs ago
Current I’m also on RPnation and roleplay.me/join/AndrewRyan93
9 yrs ago
We are born of the Blood, made men by the Blood, undone by the Blood. Our eyes have yet to open. FEAR THE OLD BLOOD!
9 yrs ago
If anyone wants to be part of an rp skype chat, hmu on skype. My username there is mikkishtheleprechaun. Or you can give me your username and I can find you.
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10 yrs ago
MAn, this place has changed. Wonder if anyone else is here from way back in 2012
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10 yrs ago
I am the one once known as TheApprentice on here.

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"Just down this hall and to the right." The butler said. Perhaps someone might notice his shadow was moving while he stood still. The butler had certainly noticed the owlman.

Meanwhile, Mikkish explored his room, finding all too familiar clothes in the dresser. His clothes, which he had left in the hotel room before coming here, even the bra from a girl he had been with the night before. Even a small plastic bag with barely a few hits worth of pot, which was his.

Who was doing this? A powerful cultist mage? Or was this some mindfuck from someone who had been watching him? Why were these things, hiw things in this room?

Suspiciously, Mikkish began moving down the stairs. His ass if their wasn't cultists here. These other guests were probably part of a trick, by the cultists who were getting smart.

Little did he know, that if the other guests checked their roomz, they too, would find all too familiar possessions in their drawers.
A tall, buff, black haired man with a twirly moustache and a friendly expression greeted Sam and Fafnir.

"Hello." He said happily "Please, come in." He opened the door to a fancy, well lit interior. Too pretty to be out here with no roads, in fact.

Further down the hall, despite the beauty of the interior, something was out of place. Rather, three people were out of place, arguing about magic.

"Run from the cops, huh?" Mikkish conflicted in his mind about mentioning Templars, but decided against it. This guy was probably just going to argue there were no Templars, or magic despite clearly the fact he could teleport.

"Well, I'm off to my room." Mikkish resolved. He didn't bother to ask who was luring Blink here, mainly because Blink would probably talk a whole bunch of other nonsense.

He headed upstairs and down a hallway. The doors were numbered.

Mikkish swung open the door to reveal spacious room with a king sized bed, a television on top of a nice dresser, a mini fridge next to the bed, and the room even had its own bathroom.
Accepted
"Excuse me, Miss"

Mikkish overheard a butler saying this to Marlene

"Here is the key to your room. I hope you enjoy your stay." He said, handing her a key and then walking away.

It was becoming more and more obvious to Mikkish that not only weren't either of these people cultists, but in fact they were in the same boat as him. At least it seemed that way. But while he himself was probably being lured into a trap by the staff and whatever magic was at play here, why were these others here? And what other "guests" would be joining them?

"Something tells me you never made any reservations either. So what brought you here?"
Mikkish sighed at the mention of Slaughterhouse 9.

"Oh god, you're one of those book nerds."

What was he doing? Chatting up this teleporting guy when he had set out to hunt down and take out a cult? The guy seemed normal enough, but nothing else really did.

Then it came to mind that he had gotten a key to a room somewhere in this mansion.

"Okay, whatever you want to say about magic, and how teleporting and enhancing strength isn't magic. I got bigger things to worry about." Mikkish pulled the key out of his pocket "By the way, nobody gave you a key to a room, did they?
"What?" Mikkish was baffled. Did this guy really say magic didn't exist, despite the teleporting, and despite the talk of abilities.

"Wait...alright, so if magic isn't real, explain your teleporting." Mikkish said, in attempt to convince Blink "And aside of all that, maybe you can explain this mansion, and what exactly the fuck is going on, or am I tripping again?"
Mikkish paused, confused at what Blink was saying.

"What kind of bullshit have people been feeding you? Some people are born with some magic tendencies, but anyone can learn magic, even my drunk bastard ass." He said. Despite drinking age laws not being followed on the island where he studied, he still felt proud to say he was a drunk bastard. Probably because he was 20.

"But getting that good takes time, where did you practice? You got some kind of private mentor?" He asked, realizing the knife still in his hand. In the increasingly likely chance Blink was not a cultist, then maybe giving the knife back would end their conflict once and for all. In the chance Blink would attack him again, well it didn't work the first time.

"By the way, I think thats yours" Mikkish said as he tossed the knife to the ground in front of Blink
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Not close enough to be accessible to my character.


Well you don't really need to be traveling through the woods, it is just preferred.

But maybe she gets knocked out and wakes up in the woods outside the mansion, or opens a door in one building and finds herself in the mansion. Just a couple ideas.
But regardless I guess you could wind up in the mansion other ways
Hmm

Isn't there a forested area outside the city?
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