Character Castle 2.5
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(Alright. It’s clear I have too many characters in this castle. I’m going to pull some out.)
Sage woke up… this was a strange place. He looked around. There was nothing. Just white. And light. It looks like his power, but much more… potent. Beside him, Sage could see Crorie. So he wasn’t alone.
But she wasn’t the only one here.
There was someone else. A shape… or rather… shapeless thing. Like smoke. It was about as tall as the average human, but it certainly didn’t look human.
“If you are content with this world, you should know… your journey will be more difficult.” They said in a voice that didn’t sound male or female, “But… if you are unsatisfied with your quest…”
Just then, multiple capsules appeared. They seemed to be for stasis or preservation purposes.
“Enter the capsule and you will be sent to your home realm, with no memory of these events.”
… Sage was done. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to go home. Go back to Mother. Who knows… maybe this would all turn out to be a dream.
He entered. He noticed Crorie entered a capsule as well. Some others did too, but Sage didn’t get time to see them.
(If anyone wants to remove a character, here’s your chance. Also, nobody will remember characters who leave being in the castle.)
Arsene… was having an interesting day. He was teleported to… a maze. Curious… very, very, very curious.
Just then the spider showed up.
“RUNNNNN!!!!!” Arsene shrieked in an impossibly high pitch, as he grabbed Alessio and darted into the maze.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
Nathair blinked and he was in an entirely new place. An entirely new place with the giant spider.
“RUNNNNN!!!!!” Shrieked the Colorful One at such a pitch that a three-year-old forced to eat vegetables couldn’t have even hit that decibel. He grabbed Alessio and sprang into a strange, dark maze with the spider on their tail.
Nathair blinked.
Maybe he should follow them, or maybe he should just stand here and see what everyone else was going to do…
“Where are we…??” Alessio asked staring at the twisting halls encased in bioluminescent blue moss that crinkles with crawlies. But he’s snatched up again before he has a chance to see anything else but the spider climbing after them again.
It looks…very cultish. Although he can’t really think about that whilst running from a giant spider at fullspeed.
@hannahrenner @ragnarok @kimlikesartTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Wow. It’s been a while. @sarafini @ragnarok @kimlikesart @this-is-not-an-alien
Is this just me and my siblings? Because BOOOO! I talk to them all day! I want a new
victimfriend to interact with?Hello
Anyone?
Helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Ah-hem.
Well dear listeners,
It would seem we are alone.
(Except for that dead mummy right there. At the crossroads. In creepy, moth-eaten robes. But we can ignore them [singular, one mummy thank-you very much. we have no need for more].)
Anyway, we’re free to get into mischief.
Like this wonderful maze!
The blue moss crusts the walls so thickly – it’s nice and squishy under bare toes. But it’s also poisonous, so don’t let any cuts or scabs touch it.
And see that fire-vine? Burning through the moss overhead, casting red tones over the blue lights.
And look, see the little aurea beetles? They look like newly minted gold coins, foraging in the blue moss. That one got a little too close to the fire-vine though: it’s in the red, sticky flower, slowly being devoured. I’d stay away from that plant honestly. The thorns are fierce, covering the whole ash-gray vine.
Hm. There’s the spider. Very foolish of you to bring it here. The spider I mean. There are things here that you don’t want to anger.
Very dangerous things.
Did you see the mummy move?
I did.
It was just a twitch.
But I swear I saw it.
Anyway, we should probably be moving.
There are things we should be doing: not just staring at the sights.
But I’d feel better if I went far away from the creepy mummy. Hopefully we won’t see another.
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
Can I take this as a personal invitation? Hi! I’m Lydia. We wouldn’t want you to go nuts on account of limited social interaction, now, would we.
Meet Goya! My villain. He’s a nobleman from a minor house who has gained a great deal of power through doing what no one else would dare. His country recently went through a revolution instigated by the Loki (a being of great power with a tendency to cause chaos); Goya led the failed attempt to crush it. As far as background, he just returned from hunting an Otherworldly Creature called the Nim. He did not catch the Nim, but the Loki had turned the Wind (counselor of the king and servant to the Dragon Ray, who is essentially a god) into a wolf, which is what Goya wound up killing. Goya can come across as nice at first, but he is primarily a hunter, meaning he is often ruthless and cruel and he despises weakness.
I think he’s going to enjoy this.
Goya
“The Wind is gone,” Goya said. “If ever there was a time to strike, it is now.”
“How can you know that?” one of the other nobles demanded. “Where has the Wind gone?”
Goya turned in a slow circle, surveying the nobility who ringed the perimeter of the room. “My own hand thrust the spear that gave the mortal wound!” he cried, baring his teeth in a fierce smile. “It will be a long time before Eagle shows his face here.”
Some among the men and women murmured at this. One, an older man, rose slowly to his feet and challenged.
“Maybe so, maybe so,” Lord Kendle said, voice firm despite his age. “Yet you forget, Goya, that once already the young king has defeated our armies, and that was without the Wind’s help. You have forgotten the Loki.”
“Ha!” Goya scoffed, his grey eyes flashing. “The Loki. Who among you would listen to her council?”
There was a hesitant shaking of heads.
“Sebastian – our ‘king’ – knows that many far wiser than he do not deign to listen to Rhianna. Already, she holds less weight than before. This business with the Nim will be the last straw.” Goya paused, let his words sink in, before continuing softly.
“Lords – ladies – Sebastian is not the ruler this country needs. Under my rule, Bai will be great again; a nation to be feared. But if we do not strike now, before Sebastian is firmly established, we may never have another chance. Will anyone stand with me?”
Slowly, one by one, the nobility got to their feet. At last, all stood, united in their resolve. Goya smiled to himself as he watched.
Sebastian would not be king much longer.
Goya’s boots clicked against the gleaming marble floor, the only sound in the still hallways. Wearily, he ran a hand through his shaggy black hair and smiled to himself. What a hunt that had been! True, the Nim had escaped him, but to have brought down one of the Winds? And now he would hunt a far greater prey: a kingdom.
Looking up, Goya found that he had reached the door to his study. Only, he had not, for the door before him was like none that he had ever seen. It was of dark grey metal, with no seam to show where – or whether—it ought to open. When he touched it, it vanished as if it had never been, revealing a mossy hedge with a narrow opening.
Perhaps Goya could have walked away right then, and none of what followed would ever have happened. Or perhaps Goya was fated to see this world and to meet its challenges, and the door was only the most obvious of many entrances. It matters little, for the door presented an invitation and a challenge, and Goya was not a man to leave such a thing unanswered.
He walked through the opening.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
YASSSSSSS NEW HUMANS TO TORMENT!!!!!!
*Yassss villains!!!!!* WELCOME TO THE CHAOSS *hugss*
Soooo here’s a quick rundown of all the characters and stuff!!!
Characters
There’s @ragnarok’s character, Arsene, flamboyant elf-dragon robber with black hair streaked white and mismatched eyes, Hades (whose soul is currently in two parts(?) don’t question it!!) Normally has silver hair always wears a mask and is dark broody murderous softie @hannahrenner’s characters, Search the sort of responsible one of the group! She has flaxen hair in two braids and pointy ears! Oh and she can tell the history of an object by wrapping her hand around it! Burn is her bestie/emotionally adopted brother who manipulates smoke to see, is a force of condensed rage and sarcasm!! Has bright streaks of red hair, wears a blindfold and has mild vitiligo (cool patchy texture skin!) @kimlikesart’s characters, Nithel the one braincell that him that’s the last braincell the only braincell and the paternal caretaker of the group, gold hair, bronze skin looks about 18 now because half the cast just got turned into kids 😁, Leana (right now smol child) unstoppable force will help everyone, she has brown-orange hair and blue eyes. My characters, Alessio, (right now smol child) lives off angst and sarcasm (well he’s actually a lot more bubbly and idealistic as a kid…) dark eyes, curly dark hair and olive skin, Nathair (also smol child now) smol angry ball of rage and PTSD.
I…think that’s everybody!
There’s some more detailed bios on the Character Castle we usually plot stuff, coordinate and make dumb memes about our characters there!
(I’ma try to get my characters to react today or tomorrow! XD)
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Alessio flew behind Arsene, and they dashed away from imminent disaster, crashing into moss and mummies with total abandon. That is until a stranger (Goya) wandered into the labyrinth.
“LOOK OUT!!!!!” The child screamed “THERE’S A GIANT SPIDER RUN!!!!!”
Nathair stood outside the door of the maze, bored, tired, scared and angry all at the same time. He wanted to stomp his foot after finding himself in a completely new place totally helpless. Idly he kicks the floor letting his matted, long silver hair fall in his face and not looking at anyone around him.
@kimlikesart @hannahrenner @ragnarokTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Thanks for the rundown! *Awkwardly returns hug*
As Goya walked through the opening, he heard a hissing, slithering sound from behind. Spinning, he found that the moss had grown over the opening until there was no way back. He felt a brief pang of apprehension, and it occurred to him to wonder whether the Wind was not dead, and this was some form of revenge. He turned slowly, taking in his surroundings: blue moss, grey vines glowing red, bits of gold in among the plants . . . was that a skeleton?
He had no more time to consider the skeleton. Crashing sounds in the maze were moving in his direction. Pressing himself into the moss, shuddering at its coldness seeping through his clothes, Goya drew his long hunting knives.
He cocked his head, listening, waiting. What kind of creature would make that much noise?
Something burst around the corner. Goya noted with relief that it was a man before he leapt in front of it and flung it smoothly to the ground. He was thus completely unprepared for the small child who crashed into the back of his legs and screamed in ear piercing tones,
“LOOK OUT!!!!! THERE’S A GIANT SPIDER RUN!!!!!”
Swearing, Goya stepped away from the kid. He took a deep breath to calm himself and asked in semi-civil tones, “There’s a what? Please explain to me exactly what this place is, strange dwellers of the maze.”
That was when the skeleton started moving.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Arsene barely leapt into the maze, as the spider bashed into the entrance. It writhed and snarled, unable to follow through the path too narrow for it. Arsene noticed the newcomer. Lovely, another guest in this never ending game of nightmare.
“I’m DONE!” The gentleman thief suddenly exclaimed, “Moreover, I am tired and lazy. So step aside!”
Giving nobody any kind of warning, Arsene activated his power. The black nether appeared, as he focused it, blasting a path through the maze wall. A large, tunnel like path came into being, as if that section of the wall was never there.
“Follow me, chaos force. Let’s traverse to the next doomsday!” Arsene announced, grabbing Alessio’s hand and bolting through the ‘tunnel’/path.
You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
“There’s a what?” The shaggy black-haired stranger with the chilling-cold grey eyes demanded “Please explain to me exactly what this place is, strange dwellers of the maze.”
Alessio opened his mouth to yell back something like an explanation, but Arsene shouted over him.
“I’m DONE!” He yells dramatically. “Moreover, I am tired and lazy. So step aside!”
“What if we just keep stabbing it until it gets big enough it’s trapped in here and then-!” The rest of what the boy was trying to suggest went entirely unheard as the gentlemen robber’s powers blasted the wall. Just in time for that living skeleton to try and reach for him.
“Follow me, chaos force. Let’s traverse to the next doomsday!” Arsene announced snatching Alessio’s hand again and bolting through the tunnel.
“Do we have a plan now!?!” The boy squeaks racing after him and glances over his shoulder at the strange new person “You better come with us so you don’t get killed!!!!!!!” To Arsene “WE CAN’T KEEP RUNNING FOREVERRRRRRR!?!?!?!? It’ll keep chasing us!!!!!”
Outside the maze Nathair just stands there, bored out of his mind but unwilling to do a single thing unless given an order. Ah yes. Suffocating boredom.
@abrielle, @ragnarok, @kimlikesart, @hannahrennerTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
“You better come with us so you don’t get killed!!!!!!!” the child shouted.
Goya was certainly not inclined to follow the two strange and utterly unhelpful maze dwellers through their whirling vortex of darkness. However, the skeleton flung itself at him, and while he wrestled with it for control of his knives, the spider succeeded in squeezing through the narrow gap. It slammed into them, knocking the pair through the portal moments before it closed.
Kianda dreamed of blue moss and glowing beetles. It was strangely pleasant: peaceful, even. She leaned lethargically against the soft moss and watched a handsome man with absurd mane of hair come through a door that appeared magically in the wall of greenery (only, it wasn’t green, of course, so what would one call that?). Chaos exploded onto the scene in the form of a well dressed gentleman and a cute kid, followed closely by a spider the size of a small vehicle. Slowly, Kianda got to her feet, hearing the rushed conversation as if from a great distance, noting vaguely that her movements were oddly jerky.
She took a step towards the man (the other two had disappeared, swallowed by the swirling vortex of darkness on her right). Catching her foot on a thorny vine, she tripped, snatching at the man instinctively to stop her fall.
He obviously misinterpreted the situation, and Kianda found herself fighting to keep him from impaling her on his hunting knives, much to her annoyance. Then something knocked both of them over and the world exploded into shards of light.
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Nathair lets out a long-drawn sigh. Loudly. Where all the adults could hear his unfathomable discontent and boredom.
This day was never going to end and he was never going to understand half of it.
Alessio dashed after Arsene clutching onto the robber’s flamboyant jacket as he bolted through a whirring, colorful vortex into somewhere else entirely…
And stared blankly at a woman with shaved hair watching them a little ways off. Cold calculating grey eyes like the strange man’s but with a warmth too that was probably at least in part fake…It reminded him of his mother.
Then she tripped and landed on Angry Suspicious Guy who instantly attacked her.
“Hey!!!! Leave her alone!!” The boy yells, fire leaping through his fingertips rush betwee- world changes again.
He’s going to be suck here forever and ever and never do anything ever again just waiting here for all eternity!!!!
Nathair was still being dramatic when Alessio crashed on top of him, rolled and tumbled to the floor.
“OW!!!!!” The boy says, more indignant than hurt, that is until everyone else crashes on top of him…
“…sorry.” Alessio mumbles.
“Ow.” Nathair said until the human pile.
@ragnarok, @hannahrenner, @abrielle, @kimlikesartTo be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Goya cursed as he tumbled into the void, struggling with all his might against the hands that grasped his wrists. Then the darkness spat them all out again, and Goya landed hard on something that squirmed.
“Ow,” it said.
In a flash, Goya was on his feet again. Ignoring the boy he’d nearly crushed, he looked around to see the kid from earlier standing with the woman who’d attacked him.
“What was that?” he demanded. He found that he was breathing hard, as if he’d just run a race.
The woman gazed at him with cool grey eyes, measuring, taking stock.
“Ow,” the boy repeated, louder.
Goya held himself very still for a moment before turning and smiling wryly at the kid he’d fallen on top of. The kid and the magician were in the process of very slowly untangling themselves.
“My apologies,” he told them, sheathing his knives.
“Can’t say I think it was your fault,” a dry voice came from beside him. The woman had joined him, along with the boy, who eyed him with mistrust. She didn’t look at him, but her eyes held more amusement than anger. In her hand, she held a short staff with curved blades at either end. “Kianda,” she added, as if in explanation.
“Goya,” he returned, nodding. Something in the way this woman carried herself was familiar to him; he’d seen in every hunter worth his salt. He rather thought he could come to respect her.
“I take it that didn’t turn out quite the way you wanted it to?” Kianda directed her question at the gentleman magician, who was just getting to his feet. Not really expecting an immediate answer, she glanced down at the child. He’d taken a liking to her, it seemed, so she favored him with a slight smile.
@ragnarok, @hannahrenner, @this-is-not-an-alien, @kimlikesartDo not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
Hi! I’m Zee. Are you still looking for more
victimscharacters to interact with?Whoops, forgot to tag @hannahrenner
@reveriewriter Hiiiiii new
victimhuman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Yes we’d love that!! Would you like a quick rundown of everything?!
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
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