No Longer Accepting Characters Echoes Of The Lost
Rated [M] for language, violence, and other mature themes
AWAKE! AWAKE! AWAKE TO A DEAD WORLD!
The first thing you see when you open your eyes is the crumbling hallway of some castle. The sky is overcast; what plants you see are all dead, shriveled things. If you could, you would feel a chill in the air…
YOU HAVE BECOME STONE!
When you look down you see the crumpled form of your body, resting peacefully as if in sleep. You realize your mind now inhabits one of the statues that dot this ruined and decrepit place
A VOICE! A VOICE! A VOICE CALLS TO THOSE THAT ARE LOST!
As your mind reels from these revelations you hear a soft voice beckon. Like a whisper on the wind. The voice promises answers if you follow it to its resting place, down the hallway to the center.
NO HOPE REMAINS! ALL THAT IS LOST WILL FADE!
You are a human.
From every conceivable walk of life you come inexplicably to this place.
You wake up now, inhabiting the body of a statue, your former body now laying as if in sleep at your feet.
You must navigate this quiet, desolate world and find your way back home before it's too late!
Locations
Spoiler:
The Old Castle
The place where you awaken
Large chunks are missing from the walls, revealing the grey wasted land outside. In the center sits the figure who's voice guided you thus far.
The Northern Waste
As you head north from the castle a biting chill begins to form. The temperature gradually grows colder the ground becoming hard and icy before a vast expanse of ice and snow greets you. Hard bits of sleet and snow fall continually as you make your way here.
The Western Shore
Heading west you soon reach the ocean. Vast waters as far a the eye can see, the path down towards the sea is treacherous as you are on top of a cliff. The cliff winds its way across the shore and as you move further you can’t help but notice it getting darker. The sun has not moved from its spot as far as you can see through the thick clouds its more like it is simply dimming.
The Southern Forest
To the south you quickly find yourself entering the remains of what was clearly a great forest. The withered skeletons of once great and old trees still stand here, the ground is thick with sticks and branches making a loud noise with every step you take.
The Eastern Plain
Moving east you see nothing but a vast expanse of open ground. However as you move further a fog drifts in that grows ever thicker with each step. Soon it becomes far too thick to even see ahead, one can scarcely even find the ground.
Inhabitants
Spoiler:
Anu
At the center of the castle, partially entombed in the earth, lies a naked human-like figure with great wings where his arms should be.
He greets you warmly and entreats you for help
Mehasifa
A tortured figure punished for a crime committed long ago. She is forced to wear her mask and continually vomit liquid hot gold. Repaying the earth for the blood she has spilled.
The Construct
He has forgotten the name of who built him. He has waited in this spot for as long as he could remember, even his own name is a mystery to him.
Valinie
A self styled guardian of the forest he has lived since before its withering. He knows much of what transpired but long years of isolation and watching the slow decay of his world has left him cynical. He has little patience for visitors and no inclination to help them.
MORE TO COME
Rules
+ All RPA Rules apply, except the lame ones...(but seriously even the lame ones apply)
+ Two Paragraph minimum and satisfactory gra,mm.?er and spellign!??
+ Characters will probably die; prepare yourself emotionally!
+ Players must post at least once a week.
+ Inactivity will result in death!... and probably a frown emote the next time I contact you!
+ If you have any questions about the role play, feel free to contact me!
Character Sheet
Name: Age: Gender: Human Appearance: (description or picture is fine) Statue Appearance: (picture only please, and include a description of what material you're made of - it doesn't have to be stone) Bio:
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yes, the statues move! for all intents and purposes it's like a regular body but you don't have to worry about breathing and you no longer feel sensations like heat or cold. you do still feel pain! depending on what you're made of chipping something will still hurt.
if you try to swim and are made of stone you'll sink
if you're made of wood though you'll float
so it's different from a normal body in that sense!
Pester me! I crave your annoying attention so much!
Originally Posted by Auki
You need to change the rating, V. Just change it to 'Rated [M] because Kris is involved'.
Originally Posted by Wattz
Of course you'd find him hot, he's one of the villains!
Originally Posted by Jacogos
I know you're reading this Kris.
Originally Posted by Koti~
Kris doesn't pressure, she gently prods and pokes to get the desired results from her cohorts
Originally Posted by Juniper_Frog
Kris is a she
Originally Posted by P.K.
Kris is going to eat us
Originally Posted by Reaper
The extent of your evilly-genius never ceases to amaze me.
Originally Posted by k.u.r.e.y.u.k.u
I have been Kris... I so have been.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for", John Keating. (Dead Poet Society)
Pretty much what I had in mind. A bit larger than human's proportions, about the size of a small room. Found above a square stand. Made of pure bronze.
Bio: graphic designer at a local shop, she likes to take the time and grasp the meaning of art in each of her works. She didn't succeed at breaking on her own as illustrator. Confident, but the type to talk less. Easily to get upset or mad.
I look at this and I understand that someone special was thinking about me
Pester me! I crave your annoying attention so much!
Originally Posted by Auki
You need to change the rating, V. Just change it to 'Rated [M] because Kris is involved'.
Originally Posted by Wattz
Of course you'd find him hot, he's one of the villains!
Originally Posted by Jacogos
I know you're reading this Kris.
Originally Posted by Koti~
Kris doesn't pressure, she gently prods and pokes to get the desired results from her cohorts
Originally Posted by Juniper_Frog
Kris is a she
Originally Posted by P.K.
Kris is going to eat us
Originally Posted by Reaper
The extent of your evilly-genius never ceases to amaze me.
Originally Posted by k.u.r.e.y.u.k.u
I have been Kris... I so have been.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for", John Keating. (Dead Poet Society)
[M] Echoes of the Lost
Originally Posted by Alice
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