forum “Nobody wants to play with me.” (Dark Fantasy. DEAD)

Started September 11, 2021 by @Serpentess health_and_safety languageChaos Shall Reign

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Note: I have redone this post completely. I have also deleted some early posts.

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Dark/villain fantasy based in a dying village called Addok next to a dark and magical forest. There is an abandoned road leading out of the village. Nightly, the village is attacked by the dark creatures of the forest. Many villagers have gone missing trying to solve the mystery of the forest.

Medieval technology and magic, any advanced technological characters are displaced in time.

Plot: More of a chaotic story where villains gather and start chaos. However, there is an optional plot of helping the village figure out why the forest attacks, and how to stop it (or, instead of stopping it, making it worse. ‘Evil grin’).

Rules/Warnings (may be changed later)-
• Andrew’s rules
• Be respectful to other players. Characters being assholes is fine.
• Ask before you join, please
• No one-liners
• Good grammar is preferred
• There is cursing
• Graphic violence and death
• I’m casual about romance, but nothing sexually explicit.
• Please do not use/kill other people’s characters without their permission
• Please try to be active. That was the reason why I made this, I’m very active and almost always bored.

Other Notes-
Please look at other characters, for context.
• @Serpentess’s are below on this page (Malcolm, Goldergon)
• @Seeba’s is on page 2 (Axel)
• @RiverTheSeawing’s is on page 3 (Tsuki)
• @SpookyScarySnoteleks’s is on page 6 (Jax)
• @thetrue1’s is on page 8 (A Mutable Shadow)

For context, look through the previous posts when possible.

Ignore the ‘Deleted User’ posts. Their character is already dead.

Character Sheet
Name:

Aliases/Nicknames, if any:

Race: (Breif description if custom)

Age:

Gender:

Description:

Personality:

Backstory:

Notable Abilities/Powers, if any:

Other:

evil fantasy you say? Perhaps a crazy batshit old woman who makes chimeras and probably smokes weed? Because I have a crazy batshit old woman who makes chimeras and probably smokes weed.

Lol. What sort of chimera? I can think of three types right off the top of my head, and they’re all drastically different.

Like, mashups of different animals through alchemy that are all a little fucked up but pretty neat either way.

Ah, I see. ‘Thumbs-up’
And I have a grouchy old man/cyborg who’s a mechanist/scientist and built a sentient robot race.
Along with an exotic homicidal maniac that’s probably way too overpowered.
Lol. It’s perfect!

Nice. Character templates, then?

Name: Nanny Heido

Aliases/Nicknames, if any: Nanny is just what most people call her, it's easier.

Race: Human witch

Age: 53

Gender: Cis woman, she/her

Description: Heido is strongly built, tall, and intimidating. Her face is worn with age and stress, and her hair is greyer than it should be at this age. Her body is very buff, square-shaped, and with very little trace of deterioration. Her blood vessels are odd though, they're pitch black and show through her sallow pale skin. She is around 6'4" and has long hair, black that has for the most part turned grey with just a few streaks of the original color, her hair is usually tied up for utility. Her eyes are also off just a bit, they're hazel grey with streaks and veins of yellow running through them.

Personality: A bit of a crazy cat lady but with monsters. Loves her creations so much she'd die first to protect them. She is for the most part absolutely terrifying, but when you get to know her, she's still a bit intense but for the most part just likes to smoke weed and make monsters, which is indeed the life. Often has much more energy than others have, and is a bit off-putting in this way.

Backstory: Plot relevant for her so I won't give out too much information. Some events in her childhood led her to become obsessed with alchemy and chimeras, and so she spent the rest of her life making those abominations.

Notable Abilities/Powers, if any: Is a witch, so while she can technically use magic, she rarely does, and often instead uses cunning manipulation tactics that I can't write in order to get people to sway to her side. She can also, in a pinch, use sympathetic magic to get out of tight spots (in short, magic that relates to events or things to make magic happen. A bit like poppets (what pop culture calls a v////doo doll but for the love of god people they're called POPPETS). Anyways, disclaimer over).

Other: Idk I didn't think that far.

Wow, nice! I love how your characters are just like blatantly evil and then Heido's just in the corner making monsters and hitting the bong because she's just like,,, "i am just too done with this shit." kinda deal.

So, do you want to start then?

(Honestly stealing the plot from one of my rp ideas. Basically a mystery to find out why the forest woke up. I was thinking our characters are brought into the forest and then they just wander into the village)

In the small village of Addok, the townsfolk lived fairly peacefully. The village was self-sustaining, but slowly dying. The nearby magical forest had woken up decades ago, spewing forth creatures that rampaged the village.

Since then, the village has been cursed with nightly attacks from beastly creatures. Through the years, the townsfolk adapted, but life was still harsh. Many people attempted to find the source of the creatures, but no one ever returned from the forest.

Unknown to them, on the night of the new moon, three new individuals arrive. They appear just short of the forest’s edge, in sight of the town. They know nothing of each other, and are in separate places, but the village seems more inviting than the dark forest around them.

Malcolm sighs irritably and pulls out a smooth, white pistol. He fiddles with a dial on it, setting it to lethal bullets.

“I was really enjoying a quiet night of tinkering until this, goddamn it,”he mutters.

He wanders out of the forest, cautiously heading for the town.

Goldergon inhales deeply, sensing two sentient beings near him. He grins and slinks through the trees, spying on them. He hums at the sight of a woman, but his attention is on the old man.

‘What is this? A time traveler? A seeker of otherworldly treasures? Have I missed a world?’he ponders.

He follows Malcolm, using his invisibility to blend in with the night.

Heido crept through the woods, cradling the remnants of her destroyed village of creatures-a cross between a hawk and a mouse, an interesting combo that constantly tried to hunt itself. She had to keep moving, despite how it wore on her old bones, had to keep going. She finally saw lights on the other edge of the woods, and decided her best bet was to stroll right on up to whatever was making the light, in hopes that it would be some sort of weary traveler or otherwise a friend… or someone who wouldn't kill her on sight. Heido sighed, she was getting too old for this shit. She lit a cigarette that smelled vaguely of green tea and incense and made her way closer to that golden glow, like firelight…

Goldergon paused as a smell entered his nostrils. He turned around, glimpsing Heido’s cigarette. Indecision filled his mind, but he noted they were all heading in the same direction. A grin appeared on his lips and he headed into the village, seeking an innocent to murder before introducing himself.

Malcolm paused to take a breath, glancing along an old, abandoned trail. Well, at least this place was secluded. He continued onward, hiding his pistol. He figured it would be easier to be friendly initially, until he figured out a way to exploit everyone and everything.

Name: Axel Gavenhamel
Aliases/Nicknames, if any: Axe, Little Buddy
Race: Human, puny mortal if you will
Age: 10-12
Gender: Male
Description: A bright gap-toothed boy with a hunger for adventure. with messy black hair, large brown eyes and a handmade cape, he spends most of his days fighting imaginary monsters on the woods outskirts.
Personality: Fearless, maybe too much for his own good. Spends most of his day alone, his mother bedridden with an unknown illness. His father had been one of the few to enter the woods to never return. Loves exploring and befriending the townsfolk
Backstory: Just an only child, his mother became bedridden after the death of his father, leaving him to mostly fend for himself
Notable Abilities/Powers, if any: none, he has a very vivid imagination though, that could get him in trouble one day
Other: has a victorian paperboy accent yup

Goldergon paused as a smell entered his nostrils. He turned around, glimpsing Heido’s cigarette. Indecision filled his mind, but he noted they were all heading in the same direction. A grin appeared on his lips and he headed into the village, seeking an innocent to murder before introducing himself.

Malcolm paused to take a breath, glancing along an old, abandoned trail. Well, at least this place was secluded. He continued onward, hiding his pistol. He figured it would be easier to be friendly initially, until he figured out a way to exploit everyone and everything.

Heido, on the other hand, mostly just wanted to find something to experiment on and be left alone. She had no interest in humans, at least, unless they could be useful for a human chimera. Of course, that was impossible as of now, but it was worth a shot. She came upon the village, and, hiking up her robes in order to step through thick layers of brush, stomped on in her worn out leather boots that smelled of mold, just like the rest of her.

The sleeping town was oblivious to the newcomers, except for the vigilant guards. One approached Heido, another Malcolm.

“Halt! Who are you?”they both asked to the newcomers.

“Lost and in need of sleep. I’m too old for this walking-for-miles shit. Give a big room preferably. I build things and prefer some goddamn peace and quiet while I figure out what to do with myself,”Malcolm replied.

Well, not his best approach at ‘friendly’, but Malcolm could give a shit at the moment. He was tired from the walk and grouchy from the interruption to his tranquil life. Hopefully the idiots called villagers would leave him alone to research a way out. He didn’t want to blow up this perfect sanctuary just yet.

Goldergon slithered through a cracked window, frighteningly agile for his size, and looked upon an innocent couple sleeping. His fingernails became claws and he licked his lips. How he loved a double murder!

Heido sighed. "I'm old, and tired. I find the idea of explaining who exactly I am and what I'm here for distressing on my worn tendons, as in, it gives me back pain. Because I'm old." she strolled past the guard and through into the village, the mouse-hawk hybrid on her shoulder blowing a raspberry as best it could at the guard before scurrying into her cloak. She wandered the streets, trying to find an inn of some sort she could threaten to curse in order to get a place to sleep.

The guard speaking with Malcolm nodded and led him into the village.

“We don’t have a proper inn, as we haven’t had visitors in years. But, the tavern sometimes keeps a bed or two open for travelers or wounded,”the guard explained, smirking at Malcolm’s rudeness.

“I could care,”Malcolm snorted.

The guard gave him a strange look, but said nothing.

The guard speaking with Heido turned at her departure. He caught up with her, huffing.

“I could show you to the tavern. We have no inn here, haven’t in years. The tavern owner, Medella, sometimes keeps a few beds out for travelers,”the guard said to her.

(The name ‘Medella’ literally just popped into my head, so yeah)