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House of Mysteries (RP Event Intro)

A storm is coming. You felt it in the way the wind blew long before darkness took the sky, but you assumed you could make it to the next town in time. What a wrong assumption that was on your part. You barely made it halfway before rumbling thunder was shaking the ground beneath you, lightning dancing across the sky behind the mountains. If you had more time, you might admire it.

With black clouds moving in to loom over you, threatening to drown you with their very presence, you decide it’s time to take cover. But where? You’re surrounded by nothing but trees and the cobblestone road in front of you seems to stretch to the horizon, not a building or even a cave in sight...

You wander, pushing your luck with time as sprinkles begin to paint the ground a darker color. If you didn’t find cover soon, you might freeze to death from the wet chill the storm would surely bring-

There!

A small shack, overgrown with grass and weeds. Abandoned, you realize. It wouldn’t be the perfect cover, as the wood looked like it would barely hold to the gusts of wind, but it would have to do.

Just as you scurry past the threshold, the sky begins to dump buckets. Thankfully, you’re mostly dry, but there is a small fire pit in the center of the floor just waiting to be lit, and besides a slight leak in the ceiling on one side of the place, you’ll remain dry.

After a quick glance around, you deduce that this was once a hunter’s shack. Various tools for skinning hung above a table, next to it a basket of broken arrows that were never repaired and a chest that was raided long ago. There’s a shelf with old books, unreadable now thanks to the environment taking its toll on the pages, and a bed with little more than a fur blanket for cover.

Lightning lights up the inside, followed by a roll of thunder. The storm wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. You light a fire to get a little more light and sit on the bed, hands held out towards the flames while they warm you.

Hours seem to pass, and still, the storm rages on with a fury you hadn’t seen in a long while. Exhaustion and boredom are taking their toll on your mind, and you find yourself laying back on the bed to stare at the ceiling while the crackling of the fire begins to lure you to sleep...

And when you wake up, you realize you’re definitely not in the hunter’s shack anymore.

*Record scratch*

*Freeze frame*

Yupp. That’s me. You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

@wayoftheold, @azurasblacksheep, @dunmeriis, @brynvaldthejerk, @ghartokpadhome, @echeverium after this RP event, none of your characters will ever fall asleep in random shacks again.

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stolen kill

The feathers of the arrow rested against the side of his lip as he inhaled, aiming at the giant’s head carefully. The woman wasn’t doing to terribly herself, true. Círvindë was also not someone to leave a struggling person alone in a fight. Exhaling, he let the arrow fly, sinking into the hard bone of the raging beast, and he grinned at his success. 

It fell to the ground as he scampered down from the small hill he stood upon. The smile never quite left his face as he approached the wild-looking woman, though he never quite put away his bow. 

“Ah, sorry my friend! Looked like you needed some help.” He offered, small form coming to a stop a few yards away from the dead giant.

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♣ - a fading memoryMost of my experiences in the first years of Evermore are shoved into a drawer of recollections that I rarely peer into, and granted this all begins sometime after 4E 25, so a thick accumulation of ‘passed time’ obscures it all like dust. They are all fading but the pieces remain intact enough to tell my story.At some point I became the High Lord of Evermore, days passed me by in a blur that made a century’s worth seem like a few years. I was there–existing, but I wasn’t conscious, my mind had gone elsewhere. I completed tasks and interacted with others in a soulless manner, without memories attached to who I was. It began with the feeling of hands around my neck, gasping for air with Jean-Charles’s voice cutting into me like a knife. I didn’t obey him, I did something wrong, it was may fault... To the courts I was a foolishly bleeding heart and an objectified token to the other nobles that found me appealing. Often I agreed–but upon the foolish notion that I was genuinely appreciated. Despite my talents in the Code of Magnus, I was disregarded as a nothing more than a ‘soon-to-be courtesan’ and this betrayal of trust caused me to speak out for my own protection. Telling them ‘no’ when I would usually say ‘yes’. This made a few apprehensive with my cousin Jean-Charles, who then had to aggressively address this issue of insurgency to me, as I was his unknowing pawn in manipulating other’s persuasions.As most know, I’m not one with any intention to harm others. In-fact it’s been seen as a problem with how adverse I am to the idea of hurting anyone, especially to the order. At one point I was pushed to the limit of my patience and with an outstretched arm and open palm an energy released itself from me and threw Jean-Charles towards the statue of Corentin Gardinier. Stunned, he stared back at me with burning ire but the impact displaced the claymore from the stone hands of my early ancestor and impaled my cousin through the heart. I was witnessed by the barons, the scholars, a few family members that remained. For a moment I was certain that my fate was sealed by the judgment of murder, but from my uncles lips three words parted in an impressed demeanor.“Well done, Theodore.” 

[kadeshx]

a moment of weakness

22. My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Izeera bolted upright out of her cot. 

Nightmares were such a terrible cliché, and she hated to even admit to having them once in awhile. Except it wasn’t ‘once in awhile’ and more ‘every few nights.’ They had gotten exceptionally worse since Rezza had left for Morrowind. Of course, she hadn’t known where she was going until it was far too late, Del’avi pulling her aside days later to inform her of delicate plans she’d been making for months.

She wiped the sweat from her brow and a deep sigh left her. What frustrated, and possibly frightened her, was knowing what and who the dreams had been centered around. 

Of course, she thought bitterly, of course the moment I find out he’s possibly alive I dream of him dying.

Having him around always lessened the nightmares, after all. 

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House of Mysteries (RP Event)

So, good news everyone! Enough people have expressed interest in me running an RP event that I can introduce some more details on it... It’s still not too late to express your interest in joining though!

I’d like to begin this event some time in early December (possibly on the 8th - that is my last day of school, and after that, I will be able to run the event at almost any time). I have 0 ideas about how long this event will last. In my experience, events that give an end-date never end on that date, so I’m not going to give a time frame. I’d like to say, if the event goes well, plan for at least two or three weeks.

The event will run daily, but what times will depend on your schedules (since I will have nothing to do). That being said, if you’re interested, please send me your availability or what you expect your availability to be for the month.

If you’re still with me, also message me your URL/which character you will be using, their backstory, and any other information you think may be important for me to know. Also, please message me with any subjects you are not comfortable with so I know what to avoid when writing scenes.

The good news is, with the set up of this event, if someone ends up being unable to commit to the end, I can easily drop them and bring in someone else. I’d like to run with 5-6 people, and those who are more likely to be committed for the entirety of the event will get first-grabs. That being said, those who cannot are more than welcome to stick around and see if someone else leaves, because then you can absolutely take their place for the remainder of the event if you so please.

House of Mysteries will be run through Discord. My name is Erisaiya #1077. Feel free to add me even if you are unsure of whether or not you can participate (or if you’re just interested in writing with me in general. Please I need companions).

Disclaimer: Again, I mentioned this in my first post, but I have not run an RP event before, or anything similar. If you have any tips/suggestions you’d like to give me, I’m more than willing to hear them. This is about you guys and I want this to be a good experience for you.

TL;DR: December 8th (Subject to change) Daily, two-three weeks 5-6 people (but more are welcome) Discord Message me: URL, character w/ backstory and any other information you think may be important, and availability

People who have expressed interest: @brynvaldthejerk, @wandererinfinitum, @dunmeriis, @wayoftheold, @ghartokpadhome/ @house-redoran, @buckornine, and one other

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