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I might finally have some free time this week. Is everyone still in a cave/ on the mountain or have we moved on from that?


Everyone but RainforestGiant's character, Nathan, is still in a cave/on the mountain. Well, Nathan is on the mountain too, but he's at the barrier outside the palace.
@Penny Not sure if you saw that I posted or not
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Damn. Okay, I've been notified that I have to return to the office this week. I expected another couple of months of work-from-home, but that's apparently not going to happen. I work for the state and their firewall is no joke, so I'm not even going to be able to access the Guild for most of the day.

I think I'm going to have to drop out. I'm about to have a fraction of the time I've gotten used to having.


Man, that sucks so much... I'm sorry that they're pulling you back in so abruptly. I think it's safe to speak for Penny when I say that you'll always be welcome to jump back in!




The foot of the White Mountains was like any other mountain. It was toward the top that that changed—swirling masses of snow encircled the top making it look as though the summit reached into the heavens. Past the area of what a normal hiker could endure, the face of the mountain was steep, treacherous, and covered in meters of deep snow.

Unforgiving wind bit at Torbjørn’s exposed skin. Its bitterness seemingly froze superficial capillaries causing them to produce a crackling sensation. Years of living in Norway gave Tor the opportunity to become a proficient mountaineer, but even this was a challenge for him. Between the howling wind and snow from the depths of Niflheim, navigating his way to the summit was disorienting and punishing. His lips were raw and chapped beneath a balaclava, his hands and feet felt like burning bricks, and his muscles were growing painfully weak and aching.

All the while Baldr offered no hints, encouragement, or even the slightest inkling of his existence within Torbjørn’s mind. The trek to the summit was Tor’s mission and his alone apparently.

Clack. A sturdy ice axe stabbed into the mountain’s icy rock. The hood of a fur-lined parka rose over the edge of a cliff, then a heavily gloved hand. With reflective snow sport goggles donned, Tor peaked over the top of the cliff and grasped for a handling to hoist himself onto level ground. He threw himself into the snow after his feet found solid ground. His breaths were labored and the warm yet unwelcomed moisture of sweat beaded on parts of his body unexposed to the otherworldly cold.

Why the hell did I come here? he asked himself. Gotta find a place to rest. Finding a resting place was vital. If he pushed himself too hard, he would begin to really sweat and create the perfect condition for hypothermia.

With a moan, Tor looked up from a prone position. The piercing wind whipped snow and ice incessantly. There was no break from the torture—save for a few less powerful gusts. It was in one of those moments that he was able to make out the entrance to a small cave. Not having many other choices, making a temporary shelter there was the best next course of action. Slowly he placed a foot beneath him and kneeled with the other leg. He picked up the ice axe he had carelessly casted next to him after falling into the snow.



As soon as he entered the mouth of the cave he let out a sigh of relief. The cover of the cave provided shelter from the wind and that alone was enough to make anyone cry tears of joy. Drained, Tor sat down to enjoy a short-lived period of respite. He removed his hood, lowered his balaclava, then took his goggles off and placed it into a compartment of the backpack. The crystals of ice that formed in the fur glistened as they fell off. Red impressions were left around his brow, cheeks, and the bridge of his nose from the goggles.

It was when Tor wiped sweat from his brow that he heard an echo from within the cave that sounded something like, yeah. Some other echoes followed, but that was the only sound that struck him as a word.

Something told him to investigate, and it wasn’t Baldr. If he was crazy enough to scale a mountain at the request of a voice in his head, could someone else be doing the same thing? All of it was strange. He rationalized that he was already this far, so might as well delve deeper into the rabbit hole. It was like a scene out of a horrible horror movie where a character goes against any sane person’s instincts. Part of him wanted to scream, “Stop, you idiot!” Nevertheless, deeper into the rabbit hole he went.

Out from a side pocket of his mountaineering backpack was a right angle flashlight that he clipped onto the strap. The Norwegian turned it on. Its bright white light illuminated every nook and cranny between it and a large distance. Scuttling of insects and other cave inhabitants reverberated off the innumerous stalagmites and stalactites within the void of the mountain.

Certainly not alone in here.

Without any sense of danger and unknowing of how much danger was actually ahead, he continued further into the cavern.
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I hope it's original, or someone's been stealing my thoughts (again.)

As much as character pictures go, I'm allowing photography and/or realistic art, considering this is about characters from Earth and the spoopy what-nots that can befall them. I would lean towards photography if it wasn't for the otherworldly elements I have to account for. Also hardships of finding some photography where the person isn't just gosh darn gorgeous. Not that there isn't some, but I've gotta find some grotesque portraits.


Hmmm, that's a great point. If you end up making this a roleplay it might be the first one I've been in that I'll be willing to use an illustrated picture ^^
Sounds like an original idea (to me.) The only question I have right now (and it's petty) will it use real photos for characters or anime? I personally cannot get into roleplays if anime/cartoon pictures are used. ^^;
I'm going to have to dip out. I really like your idea! I'm just weird and prefer real person and non-anime/cartoon characters. Best of luck and I think that it'll be a long-lived RP ^^
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The heavy floral perfume wafted thickly as the nurse walked past Anders. It had a certain heaviness to it and despite how overpowering it was, it had a subtle pleasantness in its prominent note: lily of the valley. The pleasantness of it faded quickly, however, and Anders did his best to stifle a cough into the elbow of his arm.

Without much hesitation when he entered the dreary hospital room, the old man reported to Anders what had happened. He walked over to the far side of Jones’s bed and pulled up a chair to sit in as the old man spoke. Anders leaned back in the chair placing his arms on the armrests. A moment of silence fell after Jones mentioned the vampires and how they snatched some kids.

The younger of the two men looked up and made eye contact after staring off into the distance, lost in contemplation. He leaned forward, then asked the old man if he happened to see anything else unusual. “Did you see anything else? I mean, something about this seems strange,” he said as he leaned back into the chair. “I might just have to head down to the old theatre myself. Try to find the Foreman and see if he noticed anything; that is, if he’s feeling generous."

In the corner of his mind he imagined the House of Usher acting troupe that he had heard the whispers of rumors. Something about them supposedly using an acting front as a disguise for their ruthless and gory murders. An urban tale to scare children into coming home before dark, surely.

"But, enough about that for a second. How are you holding up?”

Anders casually examined the gashes and parts of the man’s body that now seemed anatomically incorrect. He attempted to distance himself from Jones emotionally. The old man was like a father to him in a way.

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