Mokley

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Noooooo not the cookies!

Huff, I am not scary! Thank you though, I'm honored. :D

This RP is great, and you're too modest. Maithien is a perfectly mysterious captain with a mysterious map that I assume leads to mysterious places full of enviable riches, which makes for an awesome story. We just suffered losses as all RPs do. Maybe there's a way to invite more characters? They could assume they got onboard?

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They do have all their memories, except the time between the flash of light and when they wake up. Consider rather waking up after an inebriated blackout, not amnesia. ;)

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Hi Light! Surely there's always room, would be glad to have you! Once you've got a character sheet approved we'll find you a place to wake up - you'd go through the orientation IC, no worries about reading.

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Take it easy, Damiann! :) We'll leave the way open for your return.

In light of that, I might edit a little bit. Yandere and drewccapp, if you want to go another round at the water I can split my current post into two. Let me know!

Edit: ok yeah it's bothering me that I assume too much of your characters. I will split the gold team post and stop before the kid runs off. Sorry, I know I edit a lot.

EDIT AGAIN! I am done editing. This should be better, I think. At least I'm happier with it. I resolved to edit posts before posting them, but I get too excited. (Sorry)

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Dusting this off, poking around to see if there's any fresh meat to be had. ;)

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Oh dear. I know how that is. Remember to eat once in awhile! ;)

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Come on everybuddy! We have cookies! :D (I'm here!)

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Thundercat, I wish I could write more but there's not a lot to do in the dark that hasn't already been mentioned. Hopefully that's enough prompt for you. :)

Gold team! Sorry if I moved ahead a bit quickly there, but please don't feel like you should rush through. If there's anything you want to do at the water or in the hallway, go ahead and do that, by all means. I just want to be sure everyone has enough to respond to.

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Hania said She looked down at the rosary again and sighed before launching the thing over her shoulder.

"Like that?" she looked back up to the boy and gulped, a wave of instant regret fell over her. She'd lost everything she'd come here with - her clothes, her stuffed bear, her rosary. She pulled her legs back up and wrapped her arms around them and set her forehead on her knees.

Anise said "Remember, you still have your faith. Remember how Cynefrith lost his way and came back to ascend the throne? Even when he lost everything, he still had his faith in justice. It was that faith that brought him to the high heavens. You are not alone like he was though, you have us. I am Princess Anise Sinclair, daughter to Roland Sinclair the Fourth, King of Riverforde, and I vow to you, we will get out of this place. We will survive. We will find our families. We will get home."

She pulled on the girl's hand trying to get her to stand up. "Now, up you get. We must move forward. We must have hope."

She then turned her gaze to the boy. "Have you a name, child?"

The boy's bare feet made no sound on the stone while he took a few more cautious steps forward. When he stood before them, the source of the light in his palm could be discovered: it looked like a fruit or a berry, with thin yellow skin and dark winding lines like veins, that glowed brilliantly from within. He shone the light on Hania first, and he tipped his head curiously; he lifted it to Anise, and he lowered his head so the light glimmered in his eyes behind the mask; And finally he shone it on Randold's face. He took a quick step back, and shifted from foot to foot.

"You don't look like pirates," he addressed them all, looking at each of them again as if he might have missed something the first time. "But you're definitely not Kith. You're from a place called Riverforde, where there are still kings and princesses." He smiled suddenly, a flash of white teeth. "I thought princesses were just fairy tales." He spun on one foot, and he knelt by Hania and patted her head comfortingly.

Then, he walked past them. He knelt beside the water, took a wooden canteen from a strap over his shoulder, and filled it. He stood again immediately, grinning wider than ever, and he gave them all a deep bow, holding the light aloft and hanging the canteen on his shoulder again.

"My name is Tyaelaem. I can help you go home -- to Riverforde -- but you have to take me with you." He skittered backwards and gestured them forward. "Come, come on, let's go." He turned the light toward Randold. "Can you walk?" He turned the light toward Hania. "Can you stand?" He frowned with concern, but he did not offer to help them move. "Didn't you drink from the pool?" He pointed to the water behind them, where the fireflies twinkled over the glassy surface. Far below, a faint blue light glowed ever so gently: it was Hania's rosary, sparkling like a jewel, resting in the depths of the water.

In the faint light of the fireflies and the rosary, something was moving in the water. Anise might see the shadow a little clearer, but not by much: it was long like an eel, and it seemed to be circling the faint light at the bottom of the pool.

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Arin said Surely whoever lived here could see it from the outside. Arin took it upon himself to place the lantern underneath the table hoping to at least dim the blue light. After that was dealt with, he approached the rodents cage once more. Not wanting to waste time, he took one last look at the sorry creature before grabbing the cage with his left hand and shoving the scissors through it's bars with his right, hoping to impale the creature from the outside.

The blue light pooled on the floor like luminous water. Whiskers twitched. Had the rodent possessed two eyes it might have seen the flash of sharp metal in time -- but instead it spasmed horrifically, lurched and twitched, and then was stiff. Blood soaked into the wood shavings. The candle in the window had gone out.

Just outside, a wolf's howl trembled in the trees.

"Scat! Shoo!" a gravelly voice echoed from the edge of the dark clearing, coming closer. A look out the window might confirm that there were no lights -- no candles and no lamps anywhere beyond the darkness -- and no clear way to tell what direction the voice was coming from. "If I find you here again you'll be owl soup. Git!"

Soon enough, footsteps shuffled up the path to the cottage, accompanied by a low irritable muttering.