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Aedrianna gasped softly when his hand closed firmly just beneath her knee. The surprise widened her violet eyes, but she did not pull away. Instead, her lips parted in a faint, breathless laugh, and she leaned further out over the precipice as if testing how far she could go under his hold.
Her gaze caught on something below—shadows moving against the cliff face. For a moment she thought they were people. She blinked, leaning just a little further.
“Funny… you wouldn’t think you’d see many people out here,” she murmured, squinting to make sense of the shapes. But just as quickly they were gone, if they had been there at all.
Then her voice lifted, sharp with sudden excitement.
“Edwin! Look—there, I found one!”
Her fingers brushed against a fragile stem, and with care she pulled back from the edge. In her hand gleamed a single Skythorne Blossom, its petals glowing with a faint, mana-rich blue.
She held it up to him with triumph in her expression, then sighed as her shoulders slumped. “Only one.” The flower disappeared into her satchel, tucked carefully away. Her violet eyes flicked back to him with curiosity. “What did you mean earlier, about a beast?”
She straightened, wobbling briefly from exhaustion before steadying herself again. Her hand rose to point toward a winding path that climbed higher into the jungle, the canopy thickening to shadow overhead.
“Maybe if we follow that trail, we’ll find more.”
But this time she did not dart off ahead. Instead she came to his side, curling her fingers into his gauntleted hand. Her grip was light but deliberate, her smile tired yet fond as the two pressed on together.
The higher they climbed, the more unnatural the silence grew. The claw marks deepened, gouging cruelly into trunks. Bushes lay flattened, trampled under something heavy. Here and there, dark stains marked the ground and leaves—blood, long dried, yet enough to remind that the place had known violence.
At last, the trail spilled into a clearing where massive stones rose from the earth, gathered like an altar. Their faces were carved with glyphs, crooked and jagged, glowing faintly with a sickly light.
Around their bases, the Skythorne Blossoms grew in clusters—far more than Aedrianna could have hoped for. Their luminous blue petals glistened, but the soil that nourished them was dark and sticky, their stems tangled in it.
The truth revealed itself at the altar’s crown.
A beast lay sprawled across the stones, long-limbed and dark pawed, a mane like a lion framing its narrow muzzle and long triangular ears; its body stretched in unnatural stillness. Its white hide shimmered faintly with fading traces of mana. Its fur was matted dark with blood, wounds stabbed deep and many. The life had long been drained from it.
The blossoms, plentiful and radiant, pushed through the gore at its feet and around its ribs, their roots tangled in the blood-soaked stone.
Aedrianna stopped in her tracks, breath catching. Her fingers tightened around Edwin’s hand, her eyes fixed on the sight with mingled awe and dread.
“Edwin…” Her voice was softer this time, and hesitant. The excitement was gone, replaced with unease as she stared at the unnatural altar and its offering.
What was perhaps a bit more concerning. Was the soft whining of something that was very much alive. The body of the clearly dead beast moved ever so slightly. As if something were moving beneath it. And after a moment, it became clear that the creature that was laying dead stop the rocks had been a mother. It's cub crying as it tried to nuzzle the corpse that had been it's care taker.
Aedrianna made a sound, something between a strangled cry and shock. She almost moved towards the creature. Though she hesitated and glanced up at Edwin.
Welcome, New Soul. Isekai Hell is a vast, ever-evolving roleplay world where every story leaves its mark upon the land. It is a collaborative setting of high fantasy, action, mystery Adventure, and whatever else you like. Where characters are cast into a world that's been left stagnate for too long. Here,their choices ripple outward—alliances forged, kingdoms changed, and legends written not just in the history of this world, but in the hearts of those who write with you. Whether you seek heroism, infamy, or something stranger still, the world awaits you with open arms and mind.
Isekai Hell uses a custom rpg system. Based on "Points". You gain these points simply by roleplaying and setting goals for your character. And achieving said goals. If you want to join, the most important part is getting your character sheet up. Characters all start with 105 points. And you spend all of these starting points upon creation. On skills, stats, and possibly some assets.
So what kind of character do you want to play? Someone who can use a sword? A mage? What do you want them to be able to do initially? Once you've figured that out, you can start purchasing skills and stats that fit that tone. I.E., a mage might purchase [Magic] F, to have the basic ability to channel mana. Or perhaps you want your character to be flexible and rubbery like Luffy from one piece? [Elasticity] F, There's a skill for it. Don't hesitate to ask as many questions as you can think of. We're all happy to help.
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Aedrianna’s steps slowed at his claim of her. Her lips pressed together, violet-blue eyes flashing up at him with a half-hearted glare. The look was meant to be reproachful, yet the pout did not quite match the gleam in her gaze. For all her indignation at his words, she did not deny the warmth she felt at the claim.
When the cold touch of steel had met the bare skin at her neck, she had stiffened—surprised, breath catching in her throat. But she had obeyed without a word, lowering the book and falling in just behind him, her hands folded briefly at her chest before drifting toward his horse. Her fingers brushed across the black velvet of its coat, stroking absently as though sharing a secret with the beast itself.
“You know...” she said softly, almost conspiratorial in tone, as if Edwin’s horse were in on the plan. “Once we get to the water, I'll have to get in to find the kelp. It will be under the water near rocks. It'll be a nice spot to rest.” She hummed, taking her eyes away from the beast for a moment to glance at Edwins back, her lips curled in a small smile.
The forest only grew stranger the deeper they pressed into the denser trail. The foliage thickened until the path seemed to choke itself with vines and shadow. Even the wind, which had once stirred the branches above, now stilled. No birds took flight, no insects whirred by. It was silence not of peace, but of absence—an emptiness that set itself against every footfall.
Aedrianna seemed to feel it too. Taking his warning to heart, her book remained shut at her side, her violet gaze now darting from here to there. As they walked, Edwins constant surveillance would earn him a few curious details. Such as the old but very human foot prints that seemed to walk off the trail. Or the Very large claw marks in a couple of the tree trunks. But aside from that, and the eerie quiet of the jungle; nothing else seemed amiss.
Before long the close trail broke into sudden openness. The ground sloped up toward a cliff edge, the canopy pulling back to reveal a breathtaking expanse. The Continental Lake stretched out vast and shimmering below them, its surface flecked with shifting bands of blue and green where the sunlight caught.
Aedrianna hurried forward, her fatigue momentarily forgotten,as well as Edwins warning to let him take point. She dropped to her knees at the cliff’s edge, her book set on the ground beside her. One gloved hand steadying herself against the stone as she leaned out over the drop. Her breath caught, not in fear but anticipation, eyes sweeping the sheer walls for some glimmer of petals clinging to the heights.
“I'm sure there's bound to be some here.” She pointed behind her as she spoke. Where her finger was pointing, there was a wide span of the vibrant colored blooms she'd indicated earlier. They all seemed to be lining the area, and moving no further than a certain point. "This area is completely barren of the Nexblooms." she said, her voice bright with excitement. She fell silent, focusing as she leaned precariously over the edge to reach down, seeming to have found something to grab at.
It was then in that silence, that he might catch it—just faintly, like sound bleeding from a dream. A murmur, low and rhythmic. Chanting. It threaded through the air for no more than a heartbeat before vanishing, leaving only the heavy quiet of the cliffside.
From here the lake stretched beautiful and serene, yet the stillness of the jungle clung to it all the same, like a veil.
(The Following Roleplay takes place in the wilds of the Grand Duchy of Roran, in The Isekai Hell World. If you're interested in joining the world, message me, or Novama!)
Narrator: Moonberry Participants: Maxxob
Characters: Aedrianna Belmonte Edwin Stormcrest
RP Goal: Survive the jungle that lies along the leyline running from Ryke to the Duchy Find Herbs to help Aedriannas Cousin. Asset goal: Edwin: Northern Ryke Village [Name Pending] F Aedrianna: Upgrade Asset Connection to Dread Mage Belmonte/Duchy Nobility F - E
Character Standing: Edwin: A Aedrianna: S
In the Quiet Jungle
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The air pressed warm and damp against the skin, thick with the scent of wet earth and crushed greenery. Dew clung to every broad leaf, dripping steadily into the loam below, while far above the canopy only offered faint, distant cries of birds. For all the riot of life expected in such a place, the rainforest felt muted—eerily quiet, save for the dripping water and the muffled clink of glass vials at Aedrianna’s side.
Only a few hours had passed since they had left Aslan behind, following the narrowing trail into the deep wilds near the Continental Lake. Earlier, while riding pillion on his horse, Aedrianna had spoken with earnest detail despite the fatigue in her voice. She told him of Tomas, her young cousin, stricken with the same affliction she herself had once endured—Hypomanatrophy, the inability to process mana without sickness. The herbs they sought would not cure him, but they had eased her own suffering once, and she clung to that hope for his sake.
Now she walked ahead, violet-blue eyes flicking restlessly between the greenery pressing close and the open book in her hands. Her attire balanced refinement with practicality: a fitted white coat traced with faint blue runes, black gloves that left her fingertips bare, and pale trousers cut for movement yet flattering in form. The satchel at her hip sagged with glass and parchment, its enchanted lining swallowing each sample she eagerly collected.
Her steps were quick, her voice lively, and yet the shadows beneath her eyes betrayed her. Nightmares—by her own weary admission, constant and cruel—had carved a lingering exhaustion into her features. Even so, excitement shone through the fatigue, every discovery spoken of as if it were a victory.
“This—” she murmured, halting before a tree whose bark flaked in mottled patches of gray and green. She braced the book under one arm, pressed her gloved fingers into a seam, and with effort pried free a chunk. “This can be broken down, and the oil used to treat sicknesses of the skin.” She tucked it swiftly into her satchel before glancing back at him, a smile breaking through her tiredness.
She pointed out a spray of herbs sprouting from moss just off the path. “Those are great for fevers.”
The jungle around them seemed to lean closer. Thick trunks and dangling vines narrowed the trail until it felt almost like a corridor of green. Aside from her voice and the steady rhythm of his horse’s hooves, there was silence—too much silence for so wild a place. It pressed in at the edges, the kind of quiet that made the senses linger, as though the forest itself were holding its breath.
“Aunt Sabine said they had no luck finding the Skythorne Blossom, or the Lumentide Kelp,” Aedrianna said after a time, slowing her steps as she glanced back toward him. “She told me there was some monstrous beast, and their protection abandoned them.” Her tone softened. “So… thank you for coming to keep me safe, Edwin.”
Her lips curved faintly as he drew closer, warmth flickering across her weary face. “You know, I met my friend Noelle the last time I went looking for Skythorne Blossom. Her and Rios, and Kota, and Sorieielle.” A wistful sigh slipped from her as she thumbed through the pages of her book once more.
“We’ll need to go closer to the water for the Lumentide Kelp. But the Blossom will be somewhere high. Aunt Sabine’s notes don’t say where, but I remember something in my Gran’s journals…” Her words trailed, eyes lifting toward him as they pressed deeper beneath the canopy together.
The trail wound on beneath the heavy canopy, the air thick with the scent of moss and wet bark. Soon, the narrow hunters’ path forked. To Edwin’s eyes, the split was clear.
The left-hand track looked unremarkable at first glance—still close and overgrown, but in a way that felt natural. A faint rustle of movement drifted from somewhere ahead: the sound of small creatures disturbed by their passing. Shafts of light pierced through breaks in the canopy, striking the ferns and brush with mottled gold.
The right-hand trail was different. The vines hung lower here, weaving a kind of curtain across the way forward. The undergrowth pressed tighter, shadows crowding more heavily between the trees. Even the air felt different—still and heavy, as if the very sound of the jungle had thinned. Not even the distant cries of birds seemed to reach this stretch.
Aedrianna, nose still half-buried in her book and with a new glint of excitement in her eyes, did not seem to notice the difference. Her steps carried her without hesitation toward the quieter, denser path, her voice lifting again with enthusiasm as she marked down another note.
“Look here, Edwin—These flowers all cluster together in certain areas.” She brought her finger down towards the side of the path she was already starting, sweeping it along the path to point out some vibrant colored blooms all clustered together in a few bunches here and there. "Those aren't very receptive of mana. So they tend to avoid the area where its stronger in the ambient sense."
She smiled faintly over her shoulder, oblivious to the way the forest seemed to lean heavier over the trail she had chosen.
Isekai Hell is basically a world we all roleplay in. We have lore for the world and what's inside it. And we make our characters using an rpg system. There can be a few different plots running along side each other in the world. Depending on what you want to do with your character. It's all fairly free style and open to what the player wants to pursue.
So the idea is your character comes to this world. Either they died, or they were magically transported there. Whatever you want to do. (Or you can choose to play a native with no idea about other worlds or past lives)
And they've been asked by this "god" to bring change to the world. Make a difference.
The setting is Medieval Fantasy with a splash of magitech and Steampunk. And there's a lot of freedom on what you can do. As the story really depends on where you want to take your character and do with them.
I've had my character for nearly 2 years now on Halloween this year. So there's stability for those who like that. A chance for character growth and plot development over time.
Hope I haven't annoyed you with my blabber! I really enjoy the setting, and the collaboration that can take place.
I don't know about blacklisted. It was decided the project would be taken off the site, because our aggressive recruiting got us reported too many times. And by Aggressive recruiting I mean messaging folks once to ask if they want to join up.
We're just a group of writers looking for a place to grow our characters, and our world. We're happy to have anyone interested join us and help create and build. That's all we're interested in.
Roscoe’s ears snapped up before Evie even caught the sound—the faint shuffle of someone moving through the vine-strangled edge of the ruin. His body went taut, mismatched eyes locked on the shadows near a leaning pillar, a low rumble swelling in his throat.
Evie’s hand came down to his scruff, grounding him. Her other hand shifted the bat off her shoulder, its taped grip sliding into her palm with practiced ease.
The stairwell ahead already promised a bad trip—masks bobbing like bait in murky water—but now there was something else. Someone else.
Her gaze flicked once to the group, then toward the source of Roscoe’s growl.
“Eyes up. We’re not alone.”
Her voice was low, clipped, the kind of tone she’d used in the field when another heartbeat entered a kill zone. She stepped slightly ahead of Roscoe, bat angled not in threat but in readiness.
Out from behind the cracked pillar came just the faintest glint of steel, the curve of a blade haft caught in a shaft of filtered sun. Then a flicker of color—blue hair, long, too deliberate to be wild.
Evie narrowed her eyes, body coiled but steady.
“Whoever’s back there, step out slow. Hands where I can see ’em. If you’re looking for trouble, you’ve already found it.”
Roscoe punctuated her words with a sharp bark, chest deep, his paws digging into the moss.
Still, Evie’s gaze wasn’t without calculation. The figure had made no move to strike, no wild rush. They’d been watching. Assessing. That made her curious, even if caution wrapped around her ribs like barbed wire.
“If you’re not here to pick a fight, then say it now. We’ve got enough nightmares waiting down those stairs.”
She held her ground, bat steady, Roscoe taut at her side—ready to swing or to listen, depending on what came next.
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