The Sacrifice - A medieval fantasy RP

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  1. Frundette

    Frundette Chillin' With My Peeps

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    This RP is open for anyone to join, no character sheet/card is required. Just introduce your character through your first post and we'll see where it goes!

    Setting: The story begins inside a small castle, hidden deep within a dark forest. The closest towns are many miles away, but there are rumors of this castle's existence and tales of the evil that lurks within.

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    Dulirn sat back in his throne-like chair, tired but satisfied. Each sacrifice had strengthened the fire demon and given the wizard more power to control it. Finally, it was becoming easier to summon the creature to do his bidding. He expected he would soon be able to summon it without having a sacrifice ready. But not yet. He would need to acquire another victim.

    His eyes watched the flames from the circle of candles still burning brightly, as if nothing at all had happened, and he pondered how he should go about finding the next sacrifice. There were often travelers in the forest. Luring one into a trap would be ideal. An idea struck the wizard suddenly and he got up, scanning the titles of many ancient books until his eyes landed on the one he was looking for. "Perfect," he mused to himself as he retrieved a particularly large tome and opened it right to the pages he wanted.

    The spell was somewhat complex, but not above his skill level. He would create a magical fog that would enchant the forest for miles around, confusing travelers, and leading them right to his door... His crooked mouth crept into something resembling a smile at the thought.
     
  2. ChickieBooBoo

    ChickieBooBoo Cold Canadian Chick

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    An arrow whizzed through the trees, humming for a split second before it hit its target. Behind the trees in which the arrow had come from, a tall, slender girl walked out. She had long brown hair, tied up in a ponytail behind her head and was dressed in simple, light clothing that blended in to the tree. Stepping out from the cover of the trees she retrieved the dead rabbit which she had killed and pulled out the arrow. Hopefully the small bit of meat would hold her for the rest of the day.

    Since a young girl, Marlo had lived mostly on her own. Occasionally meeting other travelers but never staying more then a few nights with the same people. Now at seventeen she was entirely independent and self supporting. Living alone in the forest was at times, a very trying experience. Everything from wild animals to desperate men attempting to take her and her food for their own.

    Recently she had come across another traveler, a young boy named Copper. During the night he had told her of a castle, rich with dark magic and power beyond her dreams. Not one to believe in fairy tales she dismissed the story with a casual wave, but something about his fear seemed too real to be entirely fiction.
     
  3. Frundette

    Frundette Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Dulirn set his tome beside a wide, but shallow basin filled nearly to the brim with water. He waved his hands over the still surface, calling forth arcane powers until the liquid quivered, slowly revealing a forest scene. The wizard peered closely at the scene, his attention focused on a young archer collecting a dead rabbit.

    "Ah, why don't you come visit me dear?" Dulirn said into the basin. Of course, it was nothing more than an image and the girl could not hear him. He studied the tome again, then recited the incantation while concentrating on the woman.

    And as she skinned her rabbit, a fog crept steadily into the area, quickly draping the forest with a thick blanket of cold mist that would, if the spell worked as it should, obscure her path and make it difficult to go any other direction than toward his castle door.
     
  4. ChickieBooBoo

    ChickieBooBoo Cold Canadian Chick

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    Absorbed in her work of cleaning the rabbit, Marlo was unaware of the fog building until it had nearly engulfed her. Feeling a sudden, unexpected chill she looked up, expecting to see a cloud that had passed in front of the sun. When that wasn't the case she frowned, puzzled as to the sudden bit of fog that had developed out of nowhere. As someone who spent a great deal of time outdoors fog wasn't something unusual or out of the ordinary, but even she had never seen fog quite like this. It was a bit spooky.

    It wasn't until she had puzzled over this for a few moments that she noticed the narrow path leading deeper into the forest that wasn't obscured by the thick fog. The strange path was certainly not natural, the lines marking its borders were too straight to have been caused by nature. Although the rabbit was still lying half finished at her knees, she felt an urge to follow the path. She had always been a cautious individual, but very curious. Eager to learn.

    She got to her feet and picked up the rabbit by its backlegs, shoving the bloody knife into her pelt without cleaning it. The path was narrow, windy and sometimes hard to follow where the path led her through a thick patch of brush or across a narrow stream. Several times she had to venture into the fog to go around something, and almost got lost both times. She was painfully aware of how far away from civilization she was getting. The forest here was so dense that her progress through it was slow and exhausting.
     
  5. Frundette

    Frundette Chillin' With My Peeps

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    (OOC: If anyone else is looking for an excuse to jump in, we can say the fog spell was a wide ranging one and that it would "catch" anyone within miles around.)


    The young archer was close, the fog would bring her to the castle door in only another few moments. The wizard had watched her with a rather hungry grin, eagerly anticipating her arrival. "Young, full of life energy. A fine sacrifice for the fire demon," he mused to himself.

    Dulirn turned slightly away from his pool of water and spoke to a small figure at the back of the room, barely visible in the dim light of the castle tower. "Urir, we'll have a guest for dinner..."

    The small creature grunted something barely audible and shuffled quietly from the room.
     
  6. ChickieBooBoo

    ChickieBooBoo Cold Canadian Chick

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    The forest nearing the castle was spooky, dark and eerily quiet. Only her footsteps crunching on the dry leaves and the occasional call of a bird in the distance penetrated the silence. She looked around cautiously, expecting to see a pair of eyes staring at her through the gloom, or something else to confirm her suspicions that something here wasn't normal. But she saw nothing.

    A few minutes later she came into a slight clearing, where the fog had disipated enough to see more then a few feet in any direction except forwards. Standing in this clearing was the outline of a heavy wooden door set into a solid stone structure, the castle. The door had no knocker, or a way of alerting whoever was inside to her presence so she simply pulled on the handle, expecting it to be stuck or locked.

    When it did, she was surprised to find that despite its size it wasn't overly heavy and she could pull it open enough to fit through without much difficulty. Inside was dark, even darker then outside, the only light coming through was a thin slice through the half open door. All her gut instincts pulled at her to get away from the castle, it was all too weird. But after a second of hesitating in the doorway she couldn't bring herself to do it, and so with a second cautious glance in every direction she walked into the castle, leaving the door open behind her just in case she needed to make a quick getaway, pulling out an arrow and fitting it into her bow... not that it would help her very much if she couldn't see what she was shooting at.
     
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  7. Frundette

    Frundette Chillin' With My Peeps

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    As Marlo's eyes were just starting to adjust to the dimly lit interior, a door to her right swung open on squeaky hinges, bathing the entry way with light enough to see a grand staircase straight ahead that had been quite grand at some point in the past, but looked to have been badly neglected for decades. The carpet was so threadbare that large holes had been wore in it, furniture and an unlit chandelier were covered with thick layers of cobwebs, various pieces of dust covered parchment were strewn about the floor.


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    "Eh, eh, what's this?" came a raspy voice from the lit doorway. A short creature with a wide brimmed hat that looked almost as tired as the hall stepped through, stopping in the doorway as he eyed Marlo and her bow with a rather irritated look. "Strangers barraging in without even so much as a knock."


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  8. ChickieBooBoo

    ChickieBooBoo Cold Canadian Chick

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    Marlo spun around on her heels, sucking in a quick, startled breath when the door swung open out of nowhere. Her eyes darted across the opening, missing the little creature on the first pass and only seeing him the second time she looked. For a moment all she could do was gape at him, her bow raised and drawn, pointed at his chest. After the initial shock ebbed she realized what a fool she looked like, either that or a criminal, sneaking into someone elses house and pointing an arrow at them.

    She released the tension on the wire and let the bow go slack, then lowered it to the floor so that it wasn't pointing at him. "Erm.. sorry sir.." She stammered, still a bit on edge, heart hammering in her chest. "I just came across this place through some super thick fog and the door was open. I'm really sorry, I didn't think anyone lived here and.." Realizing that she was beginning to ramble, her voice trailed off. He must think I'm crazy! "Umm, I'll just go now... again, so sorry for disturbing you sir." She took a step backwards and bent down to retrieve the dead rabbit which she had dropped in her haste to get the bow out.
     
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  9. Frundette

    Frundette Chillin' With My Peeps

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    (OOC: Sorry for the delay! Things are finally returning to normal after the Thanksgiving holiday!)

    The short, man-ish thing wrinkled his nose, as if something was distasteful, when Marlo picked up the dead rabbit. "No, no point. You're here now. Dulirn will want to see you. Follow me." Urir turned and shuffled back through the open doorway, expecting the huntress to come with him.

    If she followed, she'd see they were heading into a room that looked only slightly more inviting than the entrance. Once a sitting room to entertain guests, the room was now dingy from lack of use and upkeep. The only saving feature was a window that allowed at least some dim light into the room. Without looking back at the girl, Urir pointed to the dusty furniture. "Please, have a seat," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Dulirn won't keep you waiting long."


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  10. ChickieBooBoo

    ChickieBooBoo Cold Canadian Chick

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    (No problem, glad your back!)
    "Sir I don't think..." Marlo stopped with a frown after realizing he was already gone and couldn't hear her anymore. She stared at the open doorway where the little man-creature for a second, then looked down at the tempting slice of light coming through the door behind her. It would be all too easy just to leave and continue on like she had never come to this creepy place, but she knew that she would wonder about it for many months if she did.

    Finally, she hurried after Urir, bringing the rabbit with her. The disgusted look he had given her hadn't gone unnoticed, but he probably didn't know how scarce a good meal was where she came from. She stuck the arrow back into the pouch slung from her back and followed with the rabbit in one hand, empty bow in the other.

    Once she came upon the next dingy room, it was her turn to turn her nose up in distaste. Not that her clothes were anymore then homemade, fancy rags in the first place, but the dusty furniture looked even too grimy for her to sit on. So she remained standing.
     
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