Ruin Has Come to our Family

"... You remember our venerable house? Opulent and Imperial, gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor?" - Independent Ancestor Roleplay Blog - Character is from Darkest Dungeon - Selective - Open to all fandoms and roleplayers - Tracks #ancestralprogenitor - Please read rules before interacting.

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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To be honest, Ancestor probably threw some wild parties when he didn't fuck everything up. Yeah, you might get a knife in your throat, but that's the price of a really good time.

Literally why the Ancestor started fucking everything up.

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Dankest Dungeon, except you play as the Ancestor, and the goal is to be as big an asshole as possible before the timer runs out.

     “Ah, you assume too much in your feeble minded attempts to guilt me in my activities. Though perhaps one can assume my actions were purely done out of sheer malice, in the end all, the only thing that mattered was slaking my insatiable curiosity...”

     “Yet, watching that pathetic miller squirm about like a worm as his entirely livelihood was rendered unto dust from failure and incompetence... ha, how I remembered coming to me one fateful night, begging me to help him. Me, his better in all things. To see that hope fading away in his eyes like a dying torch, such an exquisite display of humanity. A shame I could not see the end results of my machinations in person. How rewarding it would have been to see the fruits of my labor first hand.”

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No matter the plot, no matter the story, this guy is always to blame.

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Remind yourself that the more things change, the more they stay the same.

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Closed Starter//Fools And Corpses

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Not much thought was given to the old owner of the house- At least not by the creatures and monstrosities that currently inhabited it’s wreckage. Few may have actually known him, or had even met the man himself-

Though those that still retained some memory of the time before catastrophe claimed the old stone walls may recognise his face in an abandoned painting, or in scattered writings that had been left behind.

Or…

If he stood right before them. The skeleton stares blankly at the old man, that stood only a few feet away. If he still had a brow, it would have been furrowed, for the courtier recognised that face well, despite how long it had been since he had seen it up close, in some opulent gathering, or perhaps one of the many glittering celebrations that had once lit the house’s many halls brighter than the stars in the sky above.

Of course, the undead fellows own visage was unrecognisable now. He didn’t even know his own name, and memory of exactly how he had known the ancestor was frustratingly blurred beyond recognition- but he knew him. And he knew that he shouldn’t be here. Perhaps he’d had too much to drink again. The liquor must have driven him madder than he already was, leading to hallucinations.

To prove to himself as such, the skeletal beast shambles towards the old man, as if perhaps a shortened distance would set his sight straight.

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     It was as if time itself had been wrung out and made broken. A reunion of odd sorts, of a courtier from a past long forgotten. Telling tales and stories of decadent halls filled to bursting with nobles and those who rode on their coattails. Of the various men and women who came to his old estate, being nothing more than mere passing entertainment for an increasingly despondent mind so willing to engage in horrific debauchery.

     It was in those empty eye sockets of this skeletal attendant that the ancestor could fondly remember those simpler, sinful times.

     “Ah, so it is,” the Ancestor spoke, standing his ground as the skeletal courtier made his approach. “That the byproducts of my past would finally come to see me again.”

     Mere necromancy was child's play for the Ancestor, bending the coil between life and death a strange gift for one who lacked skills in other more... sensible pursuits. Perhaps this shadow of the past wished to avenge itself? Wish to right its wrongs? It mattered little. The Ancestor had found so many who wished him dead in the past, what was another to add to the list?

     “Come, skeletal visage of my past, can you speak? Can you tell me the emotions that broiled beneath that bone and marrow?”

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inheritedruin:

❝ AND FOR WHAT? To unleash unspeakable horrors on innocent folk? ❞ Emily stands, gesturing in the direction of the great window facing the Hamlet.

❝ Forget–forget even for a moment the effect this had on everyone who wasn’t you, ❞ she replies sharply, pacing towards him. ❝ Did you not think of the danger this could pose to yourself? Has any tale of unsealing some ancient evil ended well for the one who did it? ❞

     “Forget for even a moment? For me, what I had found was something greater than anything that we could behold? So what if a few lives here or there were ruined in the process? What I sought, I thought, could truly change the world. It would have made all those little sacrifices all the worth it.”

     There was a sigh as the Ancestor merely looked away. “And yet now look at how all has changed. In the end, nothing had become of us except the wretched vileness of an unspeakable evil. Though I may have unleashed such evils upon the world, it was not of my intent. Merely the idle boredom of a man who’s life had long grown dull and decadent. I would not doubt that you too would have made such similar actions were you in my position, heiress.”

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When you find out all of the terrible shit the Ancestor has done

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@inheritedruin, @thedungeoncrewrp

     “... Oh everyone’s a critic, aren’t you all.”

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     “What greater disappointment is there than realizing the strange and odd quirks of those who are the apparent heirs to my estate? Such a motley bunch of men and women who seem to care more about doing things right than merely focusing on the matter of hand. From eldritch abominations to horrific vampiric monstrosities, I fear it will be a long deal of time before the estate and its surrounding countryside may ever know even a semblance of peace, considering those tasked in restoring the land to its former glory.”

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❝ AND IT NEVER OCCURRED TO YOU that any of this would bite you in the arse someday? Not even…reviving a cabal of necromancers? ❞

She’s looking at him dryly, eyebrows raised. It is days like these, when her spectral relative regales her with tales of his ill-fated desires, that she has to wonder whether he was psychopathic or merely STUPID.

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“Must you choose such words in stating the nature of my folly, my heiress? For are you not so clear-minded to understand that the power I could wield was that beyond what normal mortals could hope to achieve?”

It was always the same when it came to being reprimanded by his living kin, knowing that she could spend whatever time she could to question his judgments.

“I cared little for the ripples that my foray into the machinations of life and death. What mattered to me was seeing the splash it would cause, the great wave of greatness to know what mastery over death itself I could muster. And I must say, my surprise was truly one worth such a price.”

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Poise makes perfect, darling!

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     ”In time,                      you will know the tragic extent                                                                                of my failings…”

- Ancestor, The Darkest Dungeon

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the heiress / the player character from darkest dungeon. by cerise.

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No matter the plot, no matter the story, this guy is always to blame.

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     “How tragically sad indeed to be forced to face the specters of the past once more. To think that I would have been able to escape such an incessant pestilence through death itself. Yet even in death, the Countess and her horrid lackeys continue to vex me. What a conundrum this has become.”

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“What can I say but... how do you do, Old Sport?”