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The Bathhouse of the Third Witch (A Spirited Away RP)

Wonderful, wonderful posts from everybody! Now we're just waiting on Reap to post before we continue.

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades

Irileth was seen rushing up to Jorrvaskr, and after around 10 or so minutes of discussion a group of ragged, yet fierce, warriors charged out of the building, all of them wearing frightening facial markings painted on hastily in blood-lust. They all wore their own armour after getting changed so quickly, some of them clipping weapons to their belts as they ran, or fastening buckles. Bringing up the rear was the short, stocky figure that the Odd Jobs knew, in a dark greed mottled riding cloak which seemed to shroud Igfrid's features rather well. She wore her iron armour underneath it, spattered with old blood and stains that wouldn't come out in the wash. She also wielded a large, heavy-looking axe with non-magical runes scratched into the surface for decoration, or perhaps otherwise.

As she ran past, the hood fell back to reveal her long mane of white-gold hair, her striking golden eyes staring right at Aria and Cronic from behind a smear of green that reached down her left eye. In the brief moment they had eye-contact, it was clear that Igfrid was thinking of Riverwood as well; but she had her orders and the Southern Outpost awaited. The only thing she managed to mouth was "Help them" before she had to follow the Companions out of the gates, and into the night.

Once the Companions had gotten there, the sight that met their eyes was no less horrific than Igfrid had imagined. The tower was blossomed with ice, where a great, hulking beast - probably 5 men across, and a wingspan as long as two giants - was malevolently freezing the base with a chill that caused Igfrid to shudder. The thick crystals of frozen water were forcing the guards to the top of the tower, where it was certain that the dragon planned to eat them.

Only five words broke the spell that the horror had upon the companions - a male's voice, newer than Igfrid to the Circle - "Do we change or not?" Stares of disbelief were thrown through the dark and beat down the man's question right away. Igfrid didn't even know who he was, and whilst a part of her - and she knew exactly what sat in that part - wanted to agree with him, a larger part of Igfrid told her patiently that Whiterun was literally just up the road. Going wolf here meant death, either if she won or not. But the wolf in her was salivating at the thought of dragonflesh - something which Igfrid promised the beast, just to keep it at bay for a while longer.

An arrow was shot out of the inky blue and stuck into the wing of the dragon - the pale grey dragon, with the spines as long as Igfrid's arm and darker than the night itself. The dragon with frost covering and reinforcing each thick scale, claws as sharp as snapped icicles and two small, white eyes shot in the direction of the Companions and their hiding place. Igfrid didn't have to look far to know where the arrow came from as Aela the Huntress tightened her bowstring a bit more. "What?" she grunted, and unlike the new boy she managed to beat back the glares. "You were going to wait for her to finish off eating them?" she added. Igfrid looked more closely - it was a she, a she who had an arrow stuck out of her leathery wing. It wouldn't ground her - no, to do that you needed to rip the wing apart - but nevertheless the dragon stopped playing with her food and thundered over to something which had the gall to attack her.

"COMPANIONS!" roared Vilkas. "ATTACK!"

The Bathhouse of the Third Witch (A Spirited Away RP)

The sky was a deep and shimmering navy blue, scattered with the light from a thousand pin-pointed stars and the pale disc of the full moon to rule over them all. It was quiet, and serene, and calm in these late evening hours. A majority of humans had fallen asleep a while back, leaving only the night-creatures to ponder at the beauty of the sky. It was the evenings in which time seemed to freeze - without the business of daytime life, the silence that blanketed the world seemed to inhibit all motion and action. In the night-time, a moment could stretch forever. The moon held the power to keep everything still, and safe, until the sun rose again.

And all around the world, a small scattering of children opened their eyes. In their hearts, there was a yearning; an urge so overwhelming that it cancelled common sense, dismissed doubt and brought the children to their destination. They knew they had to go outside. They didn't understand why, they didn't think of how their parents would react, but they knew they needed to do this alone.

The moon lit the path down forests, through fields and across streets as the children followed an irresistible tugging towards wherever it was they were headed. Fear and thought was irrelevant - mice scurried away from them and owls hooted in acknowledgement of their presence but the sights of the night were largely ignored, as each of the children reached a separate tunnel. The look of the tunnels would vary from country to country, most of them are nigh-overgrown with weeds and ivy and vines. The only similarity between them all was the small, worn-down statue of a peaceful creature, clasping both stumpy hands in each other in front of its large stomach. The tunnel stretches on into the darkness and without the guiding light of the moon, the exit was not yet visible. However, the tugging at their hearts lead the children through the dark without too much fear or panic.

Waiting for them was a small rowing boat without oars or sails, but instead a small and faintly glowing barrier around the edges to prevent anyone falling - or jumping - out of the small boat. This barrier opened enough to allow the child inside, and then the boat would drift, by itself, to the next tunnel and admit another passenger.
After everyone was on-board, the boat turned smoothly and started floating away from the tunnels, leaving them only as dark specks in the distance. The dazed state of urges would slowly dissipate from each child, but by the time they regained thought and control of their own bodies, it was too late. Trapped on a small boat with a few other children in the middle of nowhere, and their only exit had just slipped out of sight.

They were alone.

The Bathhouse of the Third Witch (A Spirited Away RP)

Accepted!

I shall work on the IC post ASAP!

The IC post is now up!

The Bathhouse of the Third Witch (A Spirited Away RP)

Aha, welcome Jessikka! Just copy over the rest when you're done, I remember you had some computer issues and lost your CS. ^^

It's looking good so far, just a couple of grammar errors to be fixed before I accept you.

The Bathhouse of the Third Witch (A Spirited Away RP)

Princess Mizuki said
If it's not too late I would LOVE to join

It isn't too late, but by putting up your CS you'll have to understand that I'm going to be a lot...more critical than I normally am, as we've already got our 5 characters. (A friend of mine has just PM'd me her Character Sheet and it's very close to being accepted.) You may post a CS if you're up for it but the less slots there are, the more likely I am to turn people down.

nuttyjigs said
Added a WIP sketch for Tori!

I saw it and I love it already.

Just to announce - if Gargoyle and Analane reappear and post up a CS before the end of next week, then they'll still be able to join. but until then, any more new members after (her royal highness) Princess Mizuki will no longer be requried.

I can't believe I've completely filled up my RP! I hope you're all as excited as I am to start!

The Elder Scrolls: Souls of Many Shades

Hm. Are those howls my howls? I think they are but I have to check.

The Bathhouse of the Third Witch (A Spirited Away RP)

Speaking of 'sketches'; I've got the IC post up and ready to go, I just need to finalize a few things whilst I watch Spirited Away (again) for information that will be vital for the RP.

The Bathhouse of the Third Witch (A Spirited Away RP)

Accepted. I can tell Tori and Blake are going to be adventuring buddies, and it looks like Mai's got her work cut out for her! xD Just remember to get a picture going ASAP.

One spot left! Now we just need to wait on either Gargoyle or Analane and I can post up the IC for you all. I'm so excited!

EDIT: I just wanted to also say that I have the OOC post and the Character Sheet dump backed up in a file on my computer with all the formatting intact. If, for some reason, Roleplayer Guild suffers another big crash/loss of data, your CS and the RP will be safe on my computer, and I will also save the initial IC post.

The Bathhouse of the Third Witch (A Spirited Away RP)

nuttyjigs said
Ah, alright, thanks! X3 I see, I see; it's no problem, though, I have respect for those who try drawing their characters. XD I kept my draft on another computer, so I'll go put the CS up this afternoon probably~

2 spots left, and 3 extra slots, don't worry.

Gargoyle said
*BURSTS THROUGH DOORS*I'll be starting on the CS now :P. Saw the movie, and though I didn't find it completely amazing I definitely thought it was cute and charming, worth the watch.

It's all up to personal preference, but let's be honest - if I didn't adore it, I wouldn't be making an RP of it! Still, the setting and the concept is certainly far out there and different from the usual academy RPs, so let's give it a shot.

analane said
Oh man! Is there any more room in this RP? I can't tell who is accepted and who isn't.

There is, and I shall explain the 'slot' and 'spot' difference to all y'all right now:

A spot is just like any other 'closed' RP - first come first serve basis, if you get one of these you're given entry to the RP, and usually the GM (me) waits until all of these spots are filled before starting the IC.

A slot, for me, is different. I hate it whenever I want to join a closed RP but there are no more spaces left. -especially- moments after they just started and the GM is still "NOPE, SORRY." So I added 3 more spaces, for people (like analane) who are late to join but still want to join nonetheless.

Since the RP hasn't started yet you're more likely to get a position, and there will be 2 more slots for others, but the only downside between a spot and a slot is that I tend to be much harder on slot applicants; if they aren't very good at RP and aren't wiling to be co-operative, I will decline them upon moment's notice, mainly because I wouldn't want to ruin the experience for others, and partly due to the fact it is a royal pain in the behind trying to find some way of dragging a human child into a spirit realm and then across an endless lake. So why would I go the extra mile if the person isn't willing to go the extra mile for this RP? You get the idea now, I hope.

tl;dr - SPOTS are easier to get than SLOTS, but since you're applying before the RP even started, it's going to be a lot easier.