Character Castle 2.5
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Yay!! Yes I would😁
@abrielle and @reveriewriter
Sorry for the late response.(Especially to you @abrielle. And a frosty hello to time blindness, my old nemesis!)
Welcome to the chaos. We welcome more characters to interact with.
For the briefest rundown possible: there is a spider that the characters are running from: every time you kill it, it comes back bigger. We were going to lure it down into a creepy setting in my world, the Maze of Neophytes, but we got bored waiting and just zapped everybody into the Maze. We now have a creepy spider that may or may not chase us to the center of the Maze. Our main goal at the moment is to explore my world a bit while getting to watch our characters react to it because this is ultimately a character-building exercise. We are also trying to fight Amnesia a, I guess?, god that has been yanking our characters around. This quest has been sidelined by the spider but is probably going to pop back up again! 🙂
And @everyone, I promise to be more regular in my updating. I have no good excuses but the computers at work are finally working again, so I’m much happier. lol.
[And now, dear readers, for an update!]
BURN
I am … approximately 90 percent sure I managed to scratch that spider with my claws.
I am also about 90 percent sure that Search is the one who has be by the waist, screaming nearly every swear word I ever taught her.
Okay, she probably learned most of those words at her digs. Big whoop. I taught her how to properly use them.
Aaaaanyway, I am only 90 percent sure because we keep falling through holes! In! Reality!
Will it ever end?!!?!?
“I take it that didn’t turn out quite the way you wanted it to?”
Some. Stranger says.
Because I really needed to fail to keep track of another name!!!!
Search slowly releases me. “When is this going to stop?”
“I don’t know. Whenever fate or your g-d or whoever gets bored tormenting us.” I grumble.
And all my smoke is missing!
I pat myself over: oh look! I’m back in my gear. Umberuin!
I slam my hand to my back – which is unnecessary because I can feel the folded weight on my harness – and yank it free.
Yes!
I could dance a jig for joy!
If I knew how to dance. Which is never gonna happen.
The point remains.
As I unfold my staff, I sniff. And there is that tell-tale sweet smell of blue moss. And the ashy-bitter smell of fire vine. I can taste the moist, cloying air with each breathe.
The Maze. Brr.
” ‘Kay Search, how many new people do we have?”
And … how much did we miss? Did we miss anything?
“Also, be on the lookout for mummy-creeps.”
[@reveriewriter – this is a good point to insert your character, if you so desire.]
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
No problem! You should see how bad I am about answering emails🙃.
Kianda
The fact that people kept tumbling out of thin air should not have been terribly surprising to Kianda, considering the circumstances. It certainly put her on edge though. Beside her, Goya cursed and whirled to face the newcomers. If things kept on in this manner, there was going to be trouble with him.
“When is this going to stop?” the blond woman asked of her partner.
“I don’t know. Whenever fate or your g-d or whoever gets bored tormenting us,” the man grumbled with a sour expression. Kianda elected to stay silent; she had no desire to go picking fights. His face brightened as he reached back and drew a staff out of the harness on his back. Tensing, Kianda adjusted her grip on the haft of her own weapon, but the man merely said, in an almost cheery voice, “‘Kay Search, how many new people do we have? Also, be on the lookout for mummy-creeps.”
“‘Cuz those sound like great fun,” Kianda muttered to nobody in particular. When both the newcomers looked over at her, she added, “Goya and I just got here, if that’s what you wanted to know.”
“What is this place?” Goya asked, barely containing his frustration.
@ragnarok, @hannahrenner, @this-is-not-an-alien, @kimlikesart, @reveriewriterDo not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
(Alright, dear castle. I’ve notice and have been reminded multiple times that some of the original members of this castle are leaving and newer members are stepping in. Nothing I had planned for this castle is happening, so who’s in favor of resetting. For newer members to get settled in and for older members to start over.)
(Let me know.)You can only come to the morning through shadows: Tolkien
As a newcomer, I am not averse to wandering around in other people’s worlds and having half the characters be children. On the other hand, I also don’t mind starting over (and I have no idea what the other plans were), so…
Do not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
I am down for restarting this baby! Especially with so many new people!
When life knocks you down, wait 'til it passes over you and then attack it from behind.
*skids in late, trips on a rubber ducky and accidentally backflips crashing dramatically on a table*
*Sits up and casually sips a cup of coffee*
Hey everyone! Ok so most of ya’ll have a kinda overview of everything @reveriewriter if you wanna make a bio and just drop in your character you can choose the setting cos we’re about to reset I guess!
Here’s a rundown of the characters here!
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 auburn 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. @abrielle’s characters: Goya a force of villainy, grey eyes, dark hair. And Kianda tough as nails and calculatingly warm too, blond hair in a buzz cut and slate grey eyes.
I think all the characters are gonna be adults when we reset – I plan to age my characters back to their respective story ages, Nathair’s I think in his forties…Alessio’s been seventeen for most of this castle but I’m gonna pull him out and bring him back a year later to develop him in that part of his character arc!
Uhhhh anyway that’s a lot of information XDD But basically you can make a bio for your character and drop them in and you can describe any sort of place you want as part of the Castle as our characters’ll just appear there.
And if you want we often chatter about the Castle (esp make memes about it) on the Character Castle.
To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
@ragnarok @this-is-not-an-alien
@hannahrenner @abrielle @kimlikesart(Crashes in unfashionably late) Sorry for the delay all! Had a hard time deciding who to drop in here :p
Name: Loray
Age: 15
Job: Court musician’s apprentice
Species: Human
Appearance: Fair complexion, wavy dark hair, green eyes. Has a thin build and is 5’2.
Personality:
Curious
Brave
Non-Judgemental
Naive
RecklessEager to learn about the world beyond her village, Loray has a heart for adventure and knowledge. Her curiosity more often than not outweighs what little apprehension she might have, and so she could be perceived as brave. This, combined with her own humble upbringing, means she is much more accepting of those who could be considered “odd”. However, Loray’s sheltered life in her village has left her starry eyed and naive about how the world works, and often doesn’t consider the consequences of her actions.
Powers: ???
Skills: singing, playing instruments ( especially the lyre)World: Elowennya: Vast kingdom consisting mostly of meadows and forests. Has one “Capitol” containing the castle and surrounding town, as well as many small villages scattered throughout the land. Inhabited by humans, dragons, and other fairytale creatures.
I’ll put my writing in a separate post.
“Is it this way?” Loray questioned as she wandered the halls. She’d only been living in her mentor’s estate for a few weeks now, and still she found herself getting lost in the vast halls. Currently, she was late for her calligraphy lessons. What calligraphy had to do with singing songs for the royal family and their peers, Loray wasn’t sure, but she was excited to learn the art nonetheless. And, if nothing else, it beat out posture lessons, or lessons in table manners, or all the other boring things her Lady insisted she learned.
Of course, she wouldn’t get any of those lessons if she couldn’t find the proper room. Loray turned what she hoped was the right corner, only to come across another hallway exactly like the one before it. She groaned. There was only one choice.
Marching up to the nearest door, Loray tried peeking inside, only to nearly be hit in the face with a broom. She hurriedly slammed the door shut, then continued on to the next door. This repeated until Loray had tried every door to no avail. Defeated, she turned to go back the way she came, when, in the corner of her eye, she spotted an extra door. It hadn’t been there before, had it?
Curious, Loray shuffled over to it. The door looked exactly the same as the others. And yet, something seemed off. Deciding to chance it, Loray opened the door and peeked inside. Except, she had no clue what she was looking at. Whatever kind of room this was, it was engulfed in darkness. Loray grinned like a small child would as possibilites of what the room could be filled her mind.
Well, she was late to class anyway. A couple extra minutes wouldn’t hurt anything now. Loray swung the door open and stepped inside the room. The light from the outside world had done nothing to drive away the shadows that covered the room. Yet, Loray seemed to take no notice of this as she closed the door behind her.
Heeyyy! Late is the order of the day, it seems. I had good intentions of replying right away, but events conspired against me and here I am, two days later.
The sand in the Ring would be hot tomorrow, but for now, the air outside was bitingly cold as always. Kianda reveled in the fierce wind, hardly noticing that the metal beneath her was so cold it seemed to burn through her thin clothes. Above, the thin streamers of clouds could not hide the beauty of the night skies, and for a little while, Kianda let herself forget that tomorrow, she would fight in the Ring, that tomorrow, she would kill once more. It was only when she could scarcely feel her hands that she reluctantly stepped back into her narrow room. Still, she was restless, not quite tired enough to risk the nightmares that came with sleep.
When she first heard the sound, she thought she was imagining things. Music was a rare sound in the Ring’s hallways. But the song grew louder, and as it did, Kianda knew that, strange as it seemed, the sound was real. Taking up her glaive – for she seldom went anywhere without it – Kianda went in search of the source.
The halls of the Ring are strange at best, treacherous at worst. They twist and turn throughout the tall, thin spires that tower above the arena. It is easy to get lost in them, or to wander into one of the areas where gangs roam. On that night, they were eerie, echoing with otherworldly music. Kianda followed the sound through the areas she knew into hallways she had rarely visited. At last, she found herself facing a ladder leading up into the darkness; she must have reached the top of the spire.
Kianda was not generally foolhardy, but tonight, she shrugged, slung her glaive over her back, and began to climb.
Goya woke from strange dreams with a sense of relief. He disliked dreams; they made so little sense and were therefore difficult to control. Remembering the events of last night’s meeting, Goya smiled to himself. There was much to do if he was going to pull off a revolution. Dim, predawn light filtered through the windows and a few birds chattered outside. Despite the early hour, Goya felt energized, eager to get to work.
He would regret that later.
Had it been a door that he had never noticed before, had it been carved in intricate runes, had it been anything out of the ordinary, Goya would have ignored it. He may have been adventurous, but he was not stupid; he would not make the same mistake twice, even if the first time had been in a dream.
But it was only the door to his study, and Goya saw no reason to be afraid of a door he walked through every day. When he opened it, he did not think of the lack of light; clearly, someone had closed the drapes. He barely thought of the fact that no light from the hallway spilled through the opening. After all, there was little enough light in the hallway to begin with.
Afterwards, Goya would curse his inattention. At the time, he merely strode through the door, whistling in a carefree manner, strapping his knives around his waist, face still damp from his morning routine.
Then the door shut behind him with a soft click, and utter darkness descended.
@ragnarok @this-is-not-an-alien @hannahrenner @reveriewriter @kimlikesartDo not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
@ragnarok @this-is-not-an-alien @hannahrenner @abrielle @kimlikesart
(Insert fun intro blurb here) I got nothing so I’ll just put these :):):):):):):)
As soon as the door clicked shut, Loray was made aware of faint music that was playing somewhere off in the distance. How large was this room? Clearly it was bigger than she’d assumed, but surrounded by the darkness it was impossible to tell.
Nevertheless, Loray’s curiosity was piqued. Reaching her arms out in front of her, she began wandering towards what she hoped was the direction of the music. Many times, she halted and squinted at her surroundings. Loray hoped her eyes would eventually adjust to the shadows, but the cloud of blackness remained.
She had no clue how long she had been walking, but the music was growing in strength. Still, Loray could recognize neither the instrument nor the melody. It certainly wasn’t the traditional ”court music” Loray had grown accustomed to. However, she was aware her mentor Lady Aramay was considered a prodigy, capable of playing many different styles on many different instruments. Could she be the one playing the music? Loray certainly hoped not, for she was sure her Lady would not be too thrilled about her skipping out on lessons.
Loray was snapped out of her thoughts by the volume of the music. It was like it was right in front of her, while at the same time muffled by something. She put her hands out in front of her and felt a wall.
Pressing her ear against the wall, Loray listened. The music could be heard playing on the other side. Loray had to suppress a triumphant squeal as she eavesdropped, waiting for a clue as to the music’s source.
Loray didn’t have to wait long, as the wall she was leaning on was really a door. A fact she soon discovered when she leaned a little too much against it and went tumbling through.
Kianda
The climb up the ladder did not last long. Kianda felt a draft of warm air curling around her, and then she was pulling herself up into a pitch black room where the strange music reverberated off the walls.
Over the music, a deep, slightly familiar voice growled, “By all four Dragons and eighteen Winds, not this again.”
“Goya?” she ventured hesitantly.
He was prevented from replying by the bang of a door flying open and the thump of something falling to the ground.
“Oof.” The newcomer gasped for air.
With a sigh, Kianda unslung her glaive, lighting it up from tip to tip and illuminating the space.
The music stopped abruptly. “Really, Kianda,” a cross voice said. “We aren’t all here yet.” A very beautiful woman sitting behind an elaborate harp glared across the otherwise empty room.
“Who might you be?” Goya demanded, sounding resigned.
“The entrance to the Castle,” the woman replied haughtily.
@ragnarok @this-is-not-an-alien @hannahrenner @reveriewriter @kimlikesartDo not be anxious about tomorrow; tomorrow will be anxious about itself.
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