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Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

Reporting for a good rousing game of going completely bonkers! investigating the supernatural and peculiar occurrences of Arkham!

@RBYDark

Splendid!

Oh my, I remember I was going to be a part of this before I had to unfortunately take a leave from roleplaying for some personal reasons.

My knowledge of all things Lovecraftian in nature is quite limited, but I'd love to be a part of this reboot.

@Leslie Hall

Oh I do remember now, it was a shame you couldn't make it back then.

You're more then welcome, and don't worry, we'll all go through this together! You'll have more than enough help in understanding the terrifying nature of the Mythos, how it bends your mind and devours your soul.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

-First of all, all due thanks goes to IndianGiver who sparked the concept of this first. The original RP can be found here:

Click if you dare...

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83019-old-one-rising-a-lovecraftian-adventure-horror-rp-full/ooc

Old One Rising

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"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." - Howard Phillips Lovecraft, 1890-1937.

Of things irrefutably true, that there exists a mysticism to the world is one; that which alludes simultaneously to the grandeur of life and also all the macabre happenings and sights we are privy to. After the closing of the Great War, the United States is experiencing a widespread shifting of identity. Some say it was the American progressive movement at its finest, while others say that the war snuffed out its already dying light. The Prohibition is in full swing, intolerance and prejudice towards immigrants and foreigners is rife, youth is disenfranchised with the prominent individuals of government and science has found itself called upon to answer the social questions of the time.

Arkham, Massachusets, 1925. The sea-softened town of Arkham, at once both large and small, home to schools of thought both conservative and youthful, sees most of this social struggle through word-of-mouth and printed news. Once a humble fishing village, and lies some significant distance north of Boston. It is home to the Miskatonic University, an institution known for its quality of education in the sciences of both the world and mind. Arkham is historical in that it is host to dark legends, rumors and dreadful wive's tales that have lurked about its wooded hills and rock-laden, driftwood shores for centuries. Bizarre happenings in the sea, disappearances, plagues, a furtively operated sanitarium and a number of resident cults are among this plethora of grim stories.

It would seem, however, that this morbid air that hangs over the town of Arkham is to be requited; an ancient horror, something beyond the comprehension of mere mortals and dwelling within a loathful otherworldly realm, has chosen Arkham as its bastion by which to awaken, and enslave the world of man. Once again, as happened so many decades ago, the tides of the ocean have begun to swell and recede and strange happenings are abound. An impenetrable fog broods in the hills, slowly seeping forward, and inmates of the Arkham Asylum howl madly at the waning moon.

The signs are there, patterns hinting at an imminent evil churning in the ether. For those few in Arkham who question the freakish occurrences, those who are possessed of a curiousity, courage or dark fascination to peer into the eyes impending doom - they shall face the Old One rising.

The tentative goal of the characters, or investigators as they may be referred to, will be to work together to discover the nature of the bizarre things happening in Arkham, unveil their source, battle the forces of evil and ultimately attempt to stop the coming of the Great Old One. However, each character may have their own ambitions or personal goals that could further or hinder this task. Any number of things from a sudden banishment of monsters to a character death could mean Arkham is closer to either being saved, or consumed.

And here stops my copying of IndianGivers' work, and where I take over. As you might've understood, this is not of my work. The original RP began 8-9 months ago, but with my love for Lovecraft I just had to try to reboot it. So yeah, welcome to this Call of Cthulhu-RP, enjoy your mind-breaking stay!

Edit: OOC is up and going, click here to go there: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/126040-old-one-rising-a-lovecraftian-adventure-horror-rp-reboot/ooc

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

"10-4, I got things handled over here. See you shortly."

An thus the fighting once again commenced. The man George had thrown at the wall made a rather loud snapping-sound as his head richocheted back from the impact, presumably breaking his neck, which for George was brutal but effective. But just as this one fell, another two entered the frey. Another one pulled out a knife and charged George, while the other pulled out a gun, presumably old Soviet hardware from the Cold War. George let the knife-weilding goat-shagger get close to him, before George dropped to the ground to tackle the man by his legs. He fell, almost gracefully, as George snagged the knife out of his hands in the fall, then throwing it at the man with the gun. The knife found its mark, easily cutting into the man's throat as he gurgled his las breath and falling backwards.

Two more men now made their move at George now, but he was already making his plans. As gunshots were heard outside, undoubtedly Thom who took care of their guest, George pulled out his PPQ and fired at his two attackers. The PPQ was by no means a powerful pistol, but being a gentlemen George didn't need strength but finesse, which the gun easily qualified for. The rounds filled up the men tastefully all across their chests, while the two remaining terrorists in the room drew their own weapons to fire at him.

George had little time to react, but he managed to do something. Rolling behind his second attacker, who was still on the ground, George pulled him over himself as the bullets meant for him now struck the Arabs now dying friend. "Hopefully this won't ruin the suit" George thought for himself as the Arabs fired away, until they were both out of ammunition. And now George finished up the game. With his remaining bullets, he planted two rounds into their heads, as an eire silence fell on the building.

With the silence, George rose to his feet and assessed the situation. "Got five turbans on the floor, it's quiet now. Almost too quiet, and no, don't you jinx it." George said over his comms to Thom, reloading the PPQ and checking all the bodies. Nothing of interest there, and the computers themselves seemed innocent in themselves. "Going to download the Pc's harddrive, perhaps this mission will have been of more worth than my suit being ruined."

Then the beeping began.

"...Cock. Get out of the area, now!"

That was when George decided that jumping out of a second story building was better than being blown to bits. The glass shattered around him just as he felt the blast wave following him. So much for property development.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Posted. Are ya'll happy now?!

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

"With pleasure"

There was something off about this building Lancaster felt, something that just wasn't right. On a personal level it was the emptiness of the factory; here it could have been a office complex, where a several dozen employees would work overtime for a minimum-wage pay, filling up George's personal bank account in Switzerland, and it saddened him for its waste.

That, and the fact it was dirty.

On a professional level, he registered a low buzzing sound coming from upstairs, accompanied by boots walking back and forth. It was logical that they had kept the ground floor empty, so as to try keeping the illusion of an empty factory intact. And if anyone was to enter, they could come down and force them away from the premises, which was exactly what was going to happen now as George heard the footsteps heading down a pair of stairs. -"Who is it? This is a restricted area, you can't just waltz in like tha..." was all the man approaching George could say before George pull up the piece of paper.

"Quite the contrary, my good Sir, quite the contrary. I just bought this lovely piece of land, so I do think You are the intruder." George had the largest smirk on his face as the man stared silently at him, finally taking the paper and looking at it. The man was of what one would call 'average appearance' for the area. Middle Eastern or Mediterranean origin, long hair and beards, nothing noteworthy.

-"There must be some kind of mix-up, mister..."

"Lancaster. Victor Lancaster, really nice to meet you!"

-"...right, Mister Lancaster...Would you mind joining me upstairs? I need my colleagues to check the our papers and yours, this can't be right."

"Be my guest, quite literally, I have all the time in the world."

The two men proceeded upstairs to what looked like some sort of office, only with fewer people and more Spartan interior. The group consisted of eight men, George's first encounter included, all eyeballing him before seemingly going back to work. -"Sorry for the harsh welcome downstairs, we've had quite a hard month. I'm Girisha Toor, and this is the...simple HQ of Toor Tech-Support Inc.

"You have a tech support company, stored away on the first floor of an abandoned factory? Which you do not legally own yourself?"

-"...Fine...we don't actually own this place, but it's been empty for as long as I've lived here, and it seemed like a good place to run this company. Truth is that pretend to be located in India so...It's a really long story, mister, and I guess you don't want to hear it all."

"All I want is for you to leave the factory by the end of the week, and I won't call the police...but I'll gladly take some shares in your company though."

-"But...why? We've already left by the time I can arrange that, and we don't even earn that much!"

"Think of it as rent, okay? I'm sure you can manage to pay few percent of your income. £49.99 to £86.14, or whatever you trigger-happy bomb-belt wearing turban Jihadists get from uncle Osama back home?"

The room went dead silent as George uttered those lasts words. The others around George and 'Girisha' looked at each other for what felt like an eternity, before George spoke again. "Did I say something wrong?" One of the men suddenly pulled a knife out from his shirt and took a stab at George, who effortlessly grabbed the terrorists arm and threw him forward to the wall. One down, a handful of goat shaggers to go.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

I want to apologize to everyone. I'm so sorry.

It's my fault I know. Konrad heading off to school, I figured he wouldn't be back for who knows how long, so I was prepared to wait until the christmas break for him to begin posting again. So I just kinda drifted away.

Then there was Fallout 4 coming out and taking me hostage, making it hard for me to tear myself away. Today is in fact the first day where I haven't played it for longer then 2 hours.

I want to apologize from the bottom of my heart, truly sincerely for my lack of ability to post. And my piss poor posting at that.

I'm doing you all a huge disservice for not posting more regularly. None of you deserve that.

I am truly deeply sorry.

@BigPapaBelial

Only thing you should be sorry about is the fact that you have been able to play Fallout 4, and not me! God damnit, I WANT TO BLOW UP SOME SHIT!

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Just so that seem active in this RP; bananas are great!

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

"Well there's surely not as many goats and zealots here like last time, that's a start." George calmly said to himself as they drove down yet another lane through Brixton, yet another lovely part of Greater London. Only complaint George had was that his Aston Martin was far from being in its favourite terrain; narrow roads packed with slow cars and even slower traffic lights. But again, it wasn't the Middle East, at least people spoke English in these parts. That was to say, most people, not all.

"You'd be surprised on where you might find those. Once I was sent to deal with a cell hidden far up on Svalbard in Norway. Lucky for me, they had forgotten one thing about the North; Polar Bears. And that's all I can say, or else I'd have to kill you, as we say in this business." Thom knew this already, through their time together they had gotten to known each others service history, and none of them wanted to kill each other, except for George and Cassie of course. George wondered for a moment what exactly Cassie was doing now, sure that whatever she was doing, she was doing it violently, yet resoundingly sexy. Or that was his pants thinking.

George simply shook his head at Thom's conversation about weed and smoking, and chuckled. "Maybe later, after we're done here. As long as we get the job done and I don't get the blame, you can go and smoke whatever your heart desires." Shortly after the Aston Martin pulled up outside the gates of the abandoned factory, a relic of Britain's distant industrial past where Britannia truly ruled the waves. Hadn't George enjoyed the lifestyle of the modern English gentleman, he'd want to live as a British aristocrat in the Indian sub-continent, alongside a few maids and Indian servants.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick, as long as I don't get shot at or Cassie suddenly shows up and ruins my plan. But yeah, take down any runners, I'll do my best inside. Hopefully I'll get everyone inside while you can sit back and relax. Besides..."George said confidently, pulling out a piece of paper and stretching it out in front of Thom "I own that old factory, and I plan to evict any intruders that dare to camp in my property. Ah, don't you just love the real-estate business?" George had his contacts, and posing as the owner of the factory all fitted perfectly to his plan. Outside of the agency's grasp, clearly. According to the plan thought out by the group, of course. Fitting for George's skills, precisely.

George opened the gate and casually strolled towards the abandoned factory, eyes scanning the scene for hostiles that surely would gun him down. When he reached the entrance to the factory, he quickly checked his concealed Walther PPQ nicely hidden inside his jacket, before venturing inside. "Hello, anyone home? Daddy brought biscuits and tea!" The plan was set in motion, and soon, hell would break loose. But first, George would have a little fun with his targets.

"From Hell. Signed 'Jack the Ripper"

My official character.

Name: Adrian Whitestone
Age, birthplace and nationality: Age 32. The London West End. English.
Gender: Male.

Appearance

Occupation: Police Constable
Biography: Born into a middle-class family in the West End, Adrian saw little of the troubles that filled the streets of London while he grew up. His father was a former sergeant in the Royal Army serving in India and fighting in the Crimean War, and saw to it that Adrian too would follow a military-career, though his mother thought differently. She wanted him to get a proper education and stay home instead, dreaming of her son becoming a doctor or lawyer, perhaps even a politician in with the Conservatives. But this was not Adrian's call.

He quickly lost interest in the field of medicine in favour of the science of crime, and decided to join Scotland Yard instead even for his parents's objections. But he proved both to them, and his superiors that he was more than met the eye, and rose though the ranks from a mere constable, to officer and for a few months enjoying his very own desk at the local station. All of this came crumbling down however not long after, and he was reassigned to Whitechapel as a constable. What had happened no one spoke of, it was hushed down quickly and hidden far away from the public eye. Adrian's reputation, and pride, was broken however, and now he patrols the streets of Whitechapel, hoping for that one case that might bring him back from the mud. But he should have been careful of what he'd wish for.

Misc. information relative to the plot: N/A.

"From Hell. Signed 'Jack the Ripper'". Jack the Ripper-styled/themed roleplay, ideas are welcome.

@ONL

I'll have my CS up in a few hours or so ^.^

Quick Question: Are we allowed to have more than one character? And is the actual of the RP in the late 1800's? Okay, that's two questions xD

@HaleyTheRandom

1. Sure, just keep it reasonable which I'm sure you will ;) 2. Yes, as stated in the character sheet-sample(thingy-whatever people call it!). The year is 1888, the year the Whitechapel Murders began.