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in 1822, a small band of european settlers made their way across largely unmapped terrain and searched for a place to call home. deep in the lush green forests, beside slopes of towering mountains, and a glittering black coast, they found a safe haven. these founding families established the fifth official settlement in what was then considered oregon country. that settlement was named satin cove. these founding families were largely unaware of the legend that this place harbored, though, and the darkness that vibrated deep beneath the rich soil. what they had hoped to be a sacred place to live out their lives for generations to come, would quickly become a place of terror and uncertainty. long before these founding families ever set foot on this soil, there were those who came before them. natives had long reigned over the valleys and explored the highest mountains. but even before then... there were witches. what the founding families considered to be unclaimed land had been a dwelling place for covens and werewolves and other supernatural beings. their settlement was considered an invasion, and unwelcome addition to an equilibrium that existed well before their births. in less than a decade, the truth of their home began to bubble to the surface. families were slaughtered in their own homes, curses were placed upon their water supplies and their crops. they could not produce children. and blood was being shed in the darkest parts of the night. thus, the council was formed. out of necessity. for survival. the founding families banded together once again, to protect their people, and their future. it was the council that eventually formed a peace treaty with the vampire nest, prompting the vampires to cease their killing sprees. it was the council that formed a tentative alliance with the witch coven, convincing them to lift their hexes and restore balance to the settlement. it was a ceasefire, and, for many decades it worked. but everything must come to an end. as generations passed, and the settlement grew into a village, and then slowly into a town, the council's motives began to change as well. where once their mission was to protect and preserve, they began to lean into secrecy and the desire for power. they refused to divulge the truth to the public, to keep all of the dark secrets of their ancestor's past under lock and key, in hopes that one day they might gain an edge over the supernatural creatures that they considered a plague. that maybe one day they might rid their town of them entirely.. or at the very least, exploit their power for their own benefit. these shifts of perspective were largely unseen by the public - the council exists almost entirely behind closed doors. while members of the council, in today's age, are considered to be elected government officials, they still operate largely in secret and through smoke and mirrors. they operate normally day to day. they shop at the same grocery stores and coffee shops as the average citizens of satin cove. they make policies, direct funds and oversee vital operations for the town. but they also influence much more than anyone realizes. their decisions ultimately effect every life within the border of satin cove. they quite literally have the town's destiny in their hands. and when power is in the wrong hands... things tend to go awry.

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antidote is a supernatural/horror rp set in the fictional town of satin cove, washington, where a curse is beginning to twist fate, and a legend is being revealed. shipper style app, no word count, relaxed activity guidelines. we are a welcoming, inclusive community that encourages fun, drama free roleplaying. come join us!

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Pacific Northwest Gothic

• There’s no coffee shops where you live. You’re in a coffee shop. You see your driveway out the window. You want to go home. The coffee shop doesn’t have a door. • You live surrounded by trees. There’s a tiny structure on your property. You’ve never opened it. Nobody’s ever opened it. No leaves fall on it in autumn. • Everyone smokes pot in your town. There are three cannabis dispensaries within 5 minutes of your house. They’re always closed. • There’s a bakery in town. The food is exquisite. There’s a strange bitter taste in the cookies, though, and you can’t see an oven anywhere. • Your neighbor makes strawberry jam. It tastes like moss. • The sun is nowhere. The heat is scorching. You can’t see the sun but your skin is turning red. • There are brightly painted bear statues in town. You see them every day. They’re never in quite the same spot or position. You swear you saw one of them rooting through your garbage last night. • You can see the stars from your yard. You never look south-east. The stars look angry there. • You go to Crater Lake with your family. Nobody talks about the tiny boats by the center island. They’re covered with moss. You’ve never seen the island without them there. • There’s snow on the nearby mountains. There’s always snow on the nearby mountains. • The elk are watching. • You talk to the trees around your house. You hear them whispering your secrets to your neighbors.

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courtofdolls

Pacific Northwest Gothic

the fog is so thick, you can barely make out your hand in front of your face, let alone identify the shapes and shadows around you. Grotesque shapes and forms, could be a tree or something else. You cannot know for certain.

The mountains stir and shift. A hole opens in the ground, exposing the bowels of the earth. It calls to you, but who knows how long until it snaps shut once more.

“Another Grizzly attack” they say, tucking their hats down low over their eyes. “Sixth one this week, but we haven’t caught the beast yet.” They keep looking, but you know its not a bear that their looking for.

Single lane roads twist and turn so sharply, you cannot see beyond the sharp turns, cannot see what is waiting for you from the woods.

Not even the waters of the Missoula flood could conquer the Colombia gorge, why did mankind think that they could?

The ground rumbles and shakes beneath your feet and you smile and say “Another earthquake,” and pretend you do not know what is waking up.

Houses so deep in the forests, you wouldn’t know they exist if it weren’t for the post box and trail.

Building the railroad through the mountains, who knows how many workers died up there, their bones left inside the mountains to be forgotten.

“There is something hiding in the woods,” the children whisper to each other, but you don’t try to comfort or correct them. It’s best they learn now to fear, than to learn later.

You keep your eyes up, not on the road, as you drive under suicide bridge. You can never be too careful.

Another girl drowned in the river, and they only look for her body halfheartedly, for decorum’s sake. You all know the river takes as good as it gives.

When they built the dam, the entire town let out its breath like a sigh of relief. Their secrets are buried under the water, now.

You’ve gone so long without the sun, it frightens you when you finally see it, exposed and naked in the cloudless sky. You shut the blinds and crawl back into bed to wait out the storm.

God only knows what happened to all those poor people on the mountain. We only ever found their cars, after all, their belongings still inside.

There are meetings out there, in the woods. You know, you can hear them. They dance around a bonfire and sing to the forces older than the Gods you know, and this power is real.

They call the stretch of water the Graveyard of the pacific and they aren’t wrong. The Columbia Bar claimed more than 2,000 ships, the water is greedy here.

Migrant workers moving between town and farm and work, their dark eyes gleaming with secrets you could not even begin to comprehend.

The rain is so hard sometimes, you swear it feels like penance. God’s rain to wash away the devil’s weight, and you know it’ll be okay when it stops because the rain’ll be back right in time to wash your soul clean of sin again.