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In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement -> Next Room -> Eastern Room (Attic)
Skills: Dexterity, Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt was on the verge of cursing at his continuing bad luck, even without the stinging that was still radiating from his nose. Almost desperately, he reached out into the darkness, fumbling for something, for anything, and in one of the first strikes of fortune that he had experienced since arriving at the gates of Shadowell Manor, Cobalt's fingers brushed against the door-frame itself. He could have cried out with relief, but the only thought that crossed his mind was the burning desire to be free of the accursed room, so he practically threw himself through the door and, finally, beyond.

There was more light in this new room than the one he had left behind, but it was still not enough for Cobalt to even see his hand in front of his face, let alone where any of the other guests had managed to get to. But he could hear them. The three female voices seemed to have largely moved on from this dimly lit room, and now that he was free, Cobalt certainly didn't feel like hanging around. With surprising dexterity and luck considering his recent experiences, he quickly crossed the room, and found himself standing in front of another doorway. He had heard a male voice talking from somewhere within the room, but they had managed to pass each other in the dim light without incident.

Not wanting to be left behind, and all too aware that he was starting to lose sensation in his fingers, Cobalt moved to step through the doorway, hopefully leaving the accursed Confinement far behind. While he had been languishing in that room, escape seemingly out of reach, Cobalt could have sworn that a malicious spirit was toying with him, but whether that spirit had been distracted, or a more benevolent force had intervened, Cobalt's run of good luck seemed destined to continue. He managed to make his way through the doorway, and what little light there had been in the previous room, he found himself in total darkness yet again. But by now, darkness was becoming familiar.

He heard footsteps behind him, and judging by the fact they sounded regular, he guessed it was the other male guest. With the three female guests somewhere ahead of him and the male guest behind him, then as far as Cobalt knew, that left only one. 'The planner' was nowhere to be seen, or rather heard. In truth, Cobalt didn't feel particularly remorseful about the fact, and for now, he was too cold to think about the long-term implications. The group had managed to escape Confinement, although Cobalt could hardly claim much credit for that, and it may be wishful thinking, but Cobalt could have sworn that the room they were in now was a touch warmer than the one they had left behind them. No matter what else, they couldn't stand around and wait, not in this chill. Warmth lay beyond this room. It had to.



In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
William Fraser
Location: Gretna Green - Church
Skills: Dexterity, Cnut, Kadlin


While William had been relatively hanging back, the members of the party that had seized the initiative seemed to be succeeding to an almost astonishing degree. A flash came over William's shoulder, and he only realised that it was the improvised weapon the blonde woman had fashioned after it buried itself in the creature's chest. Or at least where it's chest should be. The creature let out a deafening cry, before seeming to slump, motionless. Before William could even form the idea of seizing upon this window of opportunity, someone beat him to it. As deafening as the creature's cry was, the noise that came next was ear-splitting. William winced at the scream, and the creature seemed to slump even further, despite the sound seeming to strike it like a physical blow and the flock of dark birds still swarming around it.

He turned, trying to find the source of the piercing sound, and saw the Irishwoman standing there. It was clear that underestimating the young woman would be a mistake that most wouldn't get the chance to make twice. Not only had she summoned the glowing runes that had clearly pained the creature, now she had looked to stun it. A formidable warrior, and although she was clearly still disapproving of William, William was very glad that they still seemed to be standing on the same side. He heard the Duchess cry out behind him, and he turned back towards the alter in time to see her orchestrate the flock of dark birds once again. The mass of flapping wings seemed to catch the still burning tapestry and drag both the tapestry, and the creature still entangled within it, towards the alter.

Above the sounds already echoing around the church, William heard the sound of metal clattering against stone, but by the time he turned to look towards Millicent, she was already moving, her sword left behind. He was almost dumbfounded as he watched her move quickly, very quickly. Feet pounding across the church floor, she propelled herself off one of the pews and practically flew through the air. She caught hold of the rope, still hanging tight between the dagger embedded in the creature's chest and the blonde woman's hands, and swing herself around till she was behind the creature. The momentum pulled the rope out of the blonde woman's hands, and with another swift movement, Millicent dragged the creature back towards the alter, the force bringing the shifting shadows down onto the alter itself with a resounding crash, Millicent, the Duchess and the other Russian scattering in it's wake.

There seemed to be a moment of stunned silence, but William finally managed to shake himself out of the shock that had gripped him since the battle had started to swing so heavily in their favour. If they needed that creature on the alter, then the best place William could be was by the alter, making sure it stayed there. With that in mind, he started forwards. Step by step, he made his way across the church and towards where the creature lay. For all he knew, this stunned state was a ploy, and it could rear up at any moment. William refused to let himself be caught off guard. So as he came ever closer to the alter, he wasn't relying on merely divine protection, he was relying on the sharpened blades that he held in each hand.


In 🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: Dexterity, Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt did his best to orientate himself, and then moved towards the door for a second time. Maybe his collision with the wall had had more of an effect than he had originally thought, or maybe some malicious spirit had decided to torment him, but yet again, Cobalt's best laid plans went awry. He had barely managed a pace before he seemed to stumble, and the wall rushed towards him again. At the last minute, Cobalt managed to reach an arm up and catch himself. He staggered slightly as he struggled to regain his balance, and tried to shake off whatever affliction had been clouding his judgement. For a second time, he was grateful of the darkness hopefully obscuring him from the other guests. At this rate, he was starting to doubt if he was ever going to escape this infernal room!

Through the infuriatingly evasive doorway, Cobalt could hear the other's beginning to explore whatever lay beyond. As far as he could tell, he was one of the only guests actually left in 'Confinement', and the thought wasn't making his own getting out of the room any easier. Neither was the cold. Cobalt could feel it in his bones now, and he pulled his jacket tight around him, although it did little to stave off the chill in the air. If he didn't get out of this room soon, then it was going to be more than his pride that was hurt. To be this close to freedom and yet to continually fail in achieving it was infuriating. Cobalt reached out through the darkness, doing what he could to feel the frame, so that hopefully the next time he tried to make it out, he would be more successful. Failure left a bitter taste in Cobalt's mouth.


In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
William Fraser
Location: Gretna Green - Church
Skills: Perception


William had braced himself for the coming storm, prepared to put his body between those who needed protection, and the foul creature before him. The problem was, the storm faltered before it reached him, and there didn't seem to be anyone who really needed his protection. The pale 'Virginia' had already passed him, hurling one of her axes and tearing through the creature's shoulder. The flamboyant Russian almost seemed more invigorated after being thrown across the church, leaping to his feet with no small dose of theatricality, his thrown dagger cutting into the shifting smoke that formed the creature. The other Russian stood over the Duchess, but whatever effect performing the ritual had had on the Duchess, she was clearly recovering, and as William watched, a flock of crows burst through one of the stained glass windows and fell upon the creature, wrapping it in what looked to be a flaming tapestry. William recognized the flock from the road earlier, and as he glanced across to the Duchess, he saw her hand moving, almost as if she was conducting a black feathered orchestra.

He caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eyes, and saw that even Millicent was no longer behind him, her newly-acquired sword drawn now, the horror of seeing her fiance's ungodly transformation seemingly shaken. As the creature roared and screamed, the flames from the tapestry all around it, William risked a glance over his shoulder. The barb from the Irishwoman didn't go un-noticed, but he wasn't surprised. He had crossed the woman when they had first met, and there had hardly been time for him to try and seek forgiveness. Regardless, he could take barbed remarks, as long as they remained on the same side, or as close to it as they could manage. And she was clearly a valuable asset, the Celtic runes that had emerged from the ground at their feet were still glowing, and judging by the cries from the creature, they were hurting it. Even the blonde woman had armed herself, although the weapon she held appeared to be an improvised one.

Something in the creature's hellish cries changed, and William's attention snapped back to it. It was still wrapped in the flaming tapestry, but as William watched, the flames began to burn black, and he could have sworn the creature seemed to grow. When it roared again, the force of it almost knocked William a step back. The axe and daggers had seemed to cut the creature, or at least part the black smoke, even if only for a moment, but it was still standing. William cursed the fact that he didn't have any throwing weapons, and that he'd left his rifle with Azrael back at Port Annan. It might have done nothing to the creature, but as it stood, William couldn't do anything unless he got close to it, and until he knew it could even be hurt, he could just be charging to his death.

For now, William's greatest use, at least in his opinion, was to protect those that did have ranged weapons, to give them the freedom to use them, and to protect against any retaliation from the creature. He tried to get a read on the creature, to try and predict it's next move, but even without the haze that still clung to the world around William, the creature was a writhing mass of shadow and flame. He had no clue what it was, let alone what it was going to do, so all he could do was deal with what he did know. Millicent was moving off to his right, the blonde woman and the Irishwoman were still behind him, and the others were scattered around the church in front of him. In terms of someone for William to move to defend, there was a clear choice. Part of him was drawing him to follow Millicent, another part of him wanted to move towards the Duchess, but for now, logic was winning out.

The stranger, although William hardly knew any of the figures in the church, was surprisingly agile for a man of his apparently advanced years, and he clearly had some power, as his dagger flashed back to his hand for a second time. But as far as William could see, he wasn't heavily armed, and he was one of the closest to the creature. His dagger seemed to be doing some damage at least, and William doubted the creature would tolerate it for a third time if it didn't have to. With that in mind, William moved forwards, moving closer to the bearded stranger. As he moved, he heard the Russian that was still standing over the Duchess begin to talk, claiming to have had a vision, although his words were like a riddle to William. William didn't doubt that the man had the power to have visions, after all, he was trained in Hadd himself, and was all too familiar with the fleeting glimpses of truth. But for now, William didn't have time to try and decipher the riddle. He did what he could to commit it to memory, and then he placed himself between the creature and the stranger.


In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: Dexterity
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt was quickly growing impatient again. Being trapped inside this 'Confinement' had been bad enough, but he felt like he had been fumbling in the dark for hours now. Even now that the window of escape, or rather the door, had been opened, it still remained infuriatingly out of reach. Not only that, but it was cold, true cold now. Ever since the lamps had spluttered out, he had felt the chill in the air, but now it was bitterly cold, and it cut through his dinner attire like he was wearing nothing at all. He clamped his teeth together to stop them from chattering, and then pushed forwards. He practically ran towards the dim outline of the door, desperate for whatever freedom the space beyond could offer.

Cobalt didn't know if it was the cold, the darkness, or some combination of the two, but his judgement proved to be a little... off. Instead of the welcoming embrace of freedom that the door promised, Cobalt instead found himself becoming far more acquaintance with the rather unwelcoming embrace of the wall a few feet to the left of the doorway. With a dull thud, Cobalt collided with the wall, the force of it sending him staggering back a pace, trying to blink away the daze. Through some stroke of luck, he emerged from his brief encounter remarkably unscathed, aside from a slight headache, and a stinging nose. He glanced around, but in the darkness he couldn't know if anyone was nearby, or had been in any position to witness his mistake. The darkness may well have been a blessing in this case, for Cobalt hardly wanted his fellow guests to think he was a simpleton. After all, he knew how much his opinion of 'the planner' had dipped after she had managed to impale her own leg.

As if on cue, Cobalt heard a voice that he recognized all too well cry out, followed by a resounding thud, the distinctive sound of something heavy falling to the ground with some force. It was still too dark for Cobalt to make out his own hand in front of his face, let alone anything happening anywhere else in the room, but judging by the groans and sounds of movement that followed the thud, it sounded like 'the planner' had unfortunately survived whatever had caused them to cry out. A shame, but by the sounds of it, they were likely to trip and fall down the first stairs they came to, darkness or otherwise. A more cynical man might comment on the hypocrisy of Cobalt condemning someone for their inclination towards accidents, but thankfully, Cobalt was not a more cynical man, and despite the stinging pain still emanating from his nose, he failed to see the irony.

Turning back towards the door, or at least where he was pretty sure the door was, Cobalt tried to shake the last of the daze from his head, ignoring the slight ringing in his ears. He was going to get out of this room, even if it meant running through a wall. For a start, outside meant freedom and warmth. And more importantly, there were a lot more pretty women outside than there were inside.
In 🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
William Fraser
Location: Gretna Green - Church
Skills: Perception


The song seemed to tug on William's soul, calling him towards it's source, but William kept his ground. He had drawn his line in the sand, and he wasn't going to cross it on a whim. Besides, if they all made it out of this mess, then there was a chance he'd be able to hear the Duchess sing again. Whereas if they died in this church, then the world would be robbed of the music. The very thought almost hurt William, like a pang in his heart, and the humming from his violin faltered. He could charge forwards to try and protect the music, or he could stay where he was and live to hear music again, any music. He had subconsciously been biting his lip as this internal conflict raged, but the taste of blood in his mouth seemed to shake him out of it.

William could half-hear a conversation going on behind him, but his attention was focused on the creature, watching it's every move as he tried to comprehend the threat before them. But even as he tried to look at it, it seemed to shift, making it impossible to identify it, even if William had ever encountered anything like it before, which he hadn't. It was as if the very fabric of the creature was formed from the same haze that still clung to the world all around him. A thought reared it's head at the back of William's mind, that this creature could be the source of that haze, or another side-effect of the haze, but William didn't have time for those questions. Not while the creature still stood.

A flurry of movement caught William's eye, and he watched in awe as the flamboyant Russian leapt through the air, spinning and flipping with an agility that William had never seen before. It was as majestic and entrancing as the music that accompanied it, and to William, it appeared to be some type of dance, the notes of the song weaving with the movements. William was too stunned to question the sense of dancing in front of such a creature, but the flash of steel that he saw in the Russian's hands as he moved through the air suggested that this was something not simply for entertainment. The purpose was beyond William though. Just another thing about the Russian's that bewildered William.

As quickly as it had sprung up, the music ended, and William couldn't help but frown slightly at the loss. His frown only deepened when he noticed that for all his flips, the Russian didn't seem to have actually done anything. He wasn't the only one to notice the lull, and for the first time, the creature moved. And it moved fast. One arm... William stopped himself. He didn't know what the creature was, let alone what to call it's body parts, but the wispy shape that slammed into the Russian's chest, and sent him sailing across the church, certainly looked like an arm, so William settled for that. The Duchess cried out as her compatriot's trajectory was abruptly halted by one of the church pews, but William didn't have time to look away to check on him, as the creature was already moving again.

It leapt through the air, and landed on the front pews itself, the wood splintering under it's weight. William struggled to follow it's movements, eyes straining as his grip on his weapons tightened. Not only did it move with an unnatural speed, but every-time he tried to focus on it, it's form seemed to shift, the black seeming to merge with red in places, and the darkness seeming to draw in the light around it. Whatever this creature was, it seemed to ooze ungodly power. It barely seemed phased by the fact it was on hallowed ground. A flash of silver flew past William, and past the creature, and William dared to look away from the creature for a moment to see the strange man that had seemed so cheery earlier, had taken a step towards the creature. A flick of the man's wrist, and the silver flashed back, a dagger returning to his hand, and tearing through the creature's form as it did.

The creature didn't fall though. In fact, the creature barely seemed to notice. William didn't know what the creature was, but he knew wild animals, and he knew what an animal about to charge looked like. He didn't turn to look back at the others, William simply moved, very slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements, so that he was standing squarely between the creature and where Millicent had been standing when he had last looked at her. When he spoke, his voice was low and steady.

"Whatever weapon you have, get ready to use it."



In Post Deletion Request → 5 yrs ago Forum: Suggestions/Problems
Could I please have my post here deleted? Accidentally posted in the OOC instead of the IC. Thank you in advance.
In 🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1 → 5 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Justice Cobalt
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Confinement (Attic)
Skills: Dexterity
Hit Points: 6
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Cobalt's brow furrowed slightly as he tried to focus. The door was open, but he still needed to get there. The light coming through the doorway was dim, and it did little to she any real light on their situation, so his progress was still slow. Even so, he pushed onwards. The sooner he was out of this room, the better. He kept his hand against the wall as he moved, using it as his guide. Luck seemed to at least be somewhat on his side, and he managed to stay on his feet, his path apparently clear. As he neared the door, he slowed. He could see silhouettes moving in the half-light, and he didn't want to blunder forward and collide with one of the other guests. Not yet at least.

One of their number had braved the next step already, a figure stepping through the unconventionally opened doorway, and reporting back. It wasn't the most revealing, but it was more than Cobalt could tell for himself, so he was grateful regardless. By the sounds of it, they had plenty of paths before them, and seeing as they were still apparently being left to their own devices up here, Cobalt was inclined to explore. If nothing else, it meant that once they were out of 'Confinement', then they weren't as bound to each other's presence. There were definitely one or two guests that Cobalt would happily spend some time apart from. As if on cue, the voice of 'the planner' piped up again, and Cobalt had to hold back a sigh.

The woman still seemed obsessed with the idea of planning, and in truth, Cobalt was almost impressed she hadn't dropped it by now. Nearly every other guest present had dismissed her idea, and yet she continued. Before Cobalt could open his mouth to berate her himself, one of the other guests did, in a fairly impressive manner. Considering the new speaker was the same voice that had announced their freedom, and therefore likely the same person that had won said freedom, Cobalt decided that this was a woman it could be worthwhile staying close to. If nothing else, she seemed to have her head screwed on right. Before he could reach her, however, she slipped through the doorway as well, into the unknown beyond. Cobalt frowned again, and took a step closer to the door. As far as he was concerned, his future lay beyond that door, and he wanted that future to be as imminent as possible.

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