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

@RBYDark@Sigurd@Fish of Oblivion@gohKamikaze Do people want me to post before ya'll do?

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Grand Continetal Hotel

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"Takk og lov, hun gikk..."

Haakon sighed, quietly whispering those foreign words to himself when the maid decided to leave him alone. Which was good, because Haakon was getting quickly tired of the whole What, isn't this my room? But I'm sure I left this very room this morning-act - luckily not as fast as the leaving maid. He let his hand fall down beside his satchel, and himself breathing out heavily.

It had been a long day. Far too long if you asked him.

Something made a noise. Haakon's ears picked up something, something barely audible but near. Haakon turned his head, just enough for his eyes to look at the door. The same door the burglar - or thief, mad-man, murderer, prisoner, Haakon had by now far too many names for his suspect - had entered only minutes before. It didn't sound like someone about to exit the room, but perhaps...was he listening to him? Haakon's right hand was still clutching his revolver, so if wasn't entirely defenseless, that was a relief at least. Sticking to the plan, he began to fumble with the door again.

But deep inside him, he was hoping - perhaps bordering praying, something Haakon was not known for doing - that Jo was alright.

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Guthrie

Location: Alleyway battle - Shezze
Interacting with: Everyone

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"Made with magic, you say...and sacrificed? Those are heavy words you lay out for us, hooded lady...though I am willing to believe them for now, at least after what we just witnessed."

Oh great; when Guthrie thought he wouldn't get involved in any more magic, it just had to come straight back into his face again, didn't it? With a heavy sigh, Guthrie placed his hands at his hips, looking back at the body of the torn-open man, having just been attacked by the Spirits of Vengeance. Death. Though no stranger to the final embrace of eternal sleep, it was nontheless an experience Guthrie knew he would be haunted by for the rest of his days.

Those nightmares had to wait, though, as he noticed movement at the corner of his eye. The twins were moving - slowly and backwardly - towards him. They seemed agitated, even frightened by the now visibly approaching clergy/priest them. "Oyh, what's this?" Guthrie said out loud over the heads of the twins, making his way around them and standing in front of them. "What is it that you want? Leave these two alone, they have done you no harm. And you shall do no harm to them, we have a deal."

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@rivaanCalmer than the one before, but a lot to do. Party meeting, mini-concert and paper-writing, but still good ^^ Going to get a post up tonight before I hit the hay! And yourself?

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Guthrie

Location: Alleyway battle - Shezze
Interacting with: Everyone

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It worked. It had actually worked. As the flaming blade cut through the creature of darkness, it's shrieking sounds of horrendous agony piercing Guthrie's ears like needles, it quickly began to evaporate into the darkness it had once come from. Guthrie's heart was pounding heavily, like most battles Guthrie went through - and survived of course -, so it took a moment for him to realize what was happening to him.

His hands felt like they too were set ablaze!

With an equally loud shout, Guthrie fell to his knees as he dropped the flaming sword and clutched his hands. He had felt the burning embrace of something warm before, like a torch or a newly smithed weapon or tool, but this was something very different. It was as if the flame was made of nothing more than the hottest flame, and now his hands were paying for it.

"Yes...my hands..." Guthrie managed to say through gritted teeth to his two newly-found companions, not registering that they each took one of his hands and suddenly...well, did something that made the pain go away. After a few moments, Guthrie could only feel a sort of itching left in his hands, but when he looked at them, they were perfectly fine again. And he instantly knew what they had done. Within seconds, Guthrie had thrown himself up from his kneeling position and taken a few steps away from the twins, looking over and over again at his hands to ensure nothing funny or unexpected had happened to him. Magic...he hated magic...

It was then that he realized there were more people in that deserted - well, deserted at some point at least - alleyway. The same man he had met in the shop, commenting on his catch; a young girl, possibly just a child; a supposed priest or another type of clergy, and the apparent owner of said sword. Regaining his calm, he lowered his hands and looked at the hooded woman and the alchemist. "I'd like to know that myself, that thing is not meant to wander this close to civilization."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Grand Continetal Hotel

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The knob turned ever so slightly, following Haakon's tight grip around the door knob as he quietly turned it around. While he slowly turned it, his mind was already in the phase of planning his next moves; quietly making his way through the suite he was - either surprisingly or unsurprisingly, depending on who you'd ask - about to break in. If and when he got to the balcony, he already pictured himself climbing over the hopefully fairly narrow gap in between that suite and the next one. And that...

The sound of the lock hindering the knob in fully opening, weighed down on his already high shoulders as a sign of defeat. It didn't help at all that a maid just beside him exited the neighbouring room, eyeing him with a suspecious look. He faked an innocent smile. "Sorry, wrong room...."

Before he knew word of it, he caught Josephine quickly - and elegantly - walking quickly past the maid and into the room; of course with a witty comment, just the way it suited her. "But...well, fine then Jo. Just be careful." Haakon's words were quick and quiet, and at the same time sincere as he watched his friend disappear into the room. Now it was up to her. He gave the maid another look, hoping she would soon leave so that his fumbling-with-the-door act could continue.

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

@gohKamikazeIt is just what we needed, do not worry about that!

And now that we're back in the game, I will be expecting you fine gentlemen (or women) to react to this fine scene in the hallway. And then Cthulhu shall rise!

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Guthrie

Location: Alleyway battle - Shezze
Interacting with: Sala & Vala, Vamon, Spencer and Shadow Fiend

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Guthrie was never far behind Theo as they made their way through Shezze, until they reached what had to be just an ordinary alleyway. Well, almost ordinary, except for the sounds coming from just around the corner, and then the sight of something large and black further down the alley. At the sight of the dark thing - or whatever it was - Theo's barking ceased, while a low growling could be heard as he lowered his head, ready to strike.

"Down Theo, down...what the...what is that?" Guthrie whispered to himself while the twins ran past him, shouting at the now visible man further down that only magic or fire could harm it. Great, something a normal blade couldn't do anything about. Oh how Guthrie loved that.

Suddenly, like the flash of an explosion down in the tunnels he once mined in, a fiery light flew right in front of them to strike the shadowry beast about to attack the man; the man Guthrie now recoginzed as the alchemist he had met briefly at the shop. No, he was not about to let this...beast of darkness kill this man. But if it could only be slain by fire or magic, how could...

Guthrie's question was answered when he heard from the alchemist's plea for a fire. In an instant, he had - seemingly - poured some kind of liqued onto the creature, probably oil now that Guthrie thougth about it; that would be something an alchemist would have. And in front of him lay the next best thing to a torch. In the blink of an eye, Guthrie had rushed forward, jumping down to grab the sword and roll up onto his feet and continued to run. The beast was now only feet away from him, and the reflective glow of the burning sword in his hand from the oil shined up brightly. "Begone you foul beast, back to the shadows with you!"

The burning sword cut down at the shadow, the fire igniting the oil and illuminating the whole alley. Guthrie only hoped that this did something, because he was out of plans.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady AmaltheaPosted now, awaiting further hair-pulling details of this vile and splendid chase!

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Grand Continetal Hotel

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"If there's a balcony on either side of the room, we simply have to gain access to either room..."

Haakon had fallen just behind Josephine on their truly nerve-wrecking hunt of this dirty-looking ruffian. They had reached the top floor and followed the man - from a distance, of course - until they witnessed him enter one of the rooms. At the sight of him being armed with a knife, Haakon reconsidered his initial plan of holding him at gun-point. Sure a revolver was more powerful than a simple knife, but only as long as the knife wasn't a meter away from you. And inside the suite, that would be enough for someone to get stabbed.

But before he could comment further on the subject, he heard laughter, a familar laughter or just a recognizable voice coming from what he guessed was the main stair-case. Sure enough, two jovial people, a lady with long hair and a man in uniform, came into view heading straight for the door, before turning around and heading downstairs again. Hadn't Haakon known better, he would have called out a certain pair of names, but he knew stealth was of the essence right now.

"So he's here to either rob her of something very, very special, or to simply murder her. How intruging, though that's a story I'd rather not write. You're quite right, and we need to make sure said upper hand is ours. Let me suggest a plan..."

The revolver in Haakon's hand he still clung tightly around, as he gave two quick looks at the doors on either side of their headed destination. Walking quietly over to the door on the right, he gently grabbed the door-handle and turned it, checking to see if it was open. "Stay here, make sure he doesn't leave this floor, at least without a bullet in his leg. Be careful, Jo."