forum Shadows of Magic | group rp (closed but stalkers welcome to watch us struggle)

Started November 22, 2020 by @Tired-but-passionate

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Yeah yeah, I had the same thoughts

Yeah sounds great!! I agree with the being in the same area-ish but not the same place.

It's honestly pretty great, but I do agree with bein-nvm that's already been said. But having other experiences sound pretty good.

I’m honestly fine with anything! So it’s coolio!

Okay I have school tomorrow, but I’ll ask just a few more questions before we start.
Any ideas for where we want the to take place? And just so we have a general idea of what we’re doing, do we want this to be basically that our characters use their powers to rebel against the aliens/ help them survive?
I’ll just let you guys decide how your characters’ backstory fits into this world

I actually had a question, are we sticking with the time period that had been set or are we just going modern/futuristic? As for where we want it to take place, I really don't know. I think Avlynn would mostly be using her powers to protect others, but she definitely wouldn't be opposed to fighting the aliens. thinking of giving her healing abilities that might tie in with wings. I know for sure I want her to have injury-sensing powers because Team Mom

I was thinking maybe more futuristic, but also steampunk? Or cyberpunk, idk. Like I imagine they have advanced methods of communication and transportation, but it would be in stark contrast with the alien’s technology. And basically that what our characters may be dealing with is technology that prioritizes function and longevity over comfort or smth like that. also yes Team Mom

Oooh I like that

LIke the Alien Tech is super sleek and modern with a sci-fi feel and lots of silver
And Human Tech is steampunk and kinda rusty and Victorian feel-ish with lots of bronze

Yessssssss I like that

Somewhere in the wooded mountains, nestled between the tall pines and redwoods, the earth seemed to open up it’s yawning, gaping mouth leading into its large throat with dripping rock and dark corners. But, if one stood at the entrance to this gaping cave mouth, they would see the faintest points of light inside. For you see, the earth’s mouth was not empty.
Redhollow’s Cave System was akin to the inside of an anthill. It did whatever it wanted, branching out, running up and down, stopping randomly. If one took a wrong turn or didn’t look closely, they would entirely miss the thriving civilization just beyond the first few narrow, winding passages. But that wasn’t a problem for those who dwelled in Redhollow, of course. If one did manage to find their way there, they would be greeted by a large, open space with not one straight line or flat plane in sight. Stalagmites and stalactites dripped from the ceiling and shot through the ground, the floor seemed to be made of shelves, steps, and slopes, and the ceiling no different. Aside from that, one would see that the points of light from the entrance were coming from small electrical glowing orbs inserted into the walls, ceiling, and floor, and from the small windows of buildings carved from the rock. Structures reminiscent of Victorian era architecture could be made out from the walls, they rested in crevices, atop little shelves of stone, or just on the ground. Nestled between them seemed to be large areas of light illuminating what looked like trees and other vegetation, surrounded by walls of glass. They were connected by metal bridges and passageways, on which there seemed to be people riding on deceptively simple bikes and motorcycles, and streamlined, triangular-looking vehicles with what seemed to be only three wheels. Pedestrians also walked these streets of metal and stone, whether in groups or alone. There were also rivers and waterfalls scattered throughout, sometimes winding right alongside the city’s streets. High up above, there also seemed to be small windows of natural light seeping in.
One could almost forget that this was the only human city for miles.

Magnolia sat in the far back of the room, trying not to fall asleep. The professor’s droning was just too good as a background noise, and she’d worked late last night. The dimly lit classroom didn’t help.
She managed to get down a few more points in her notes before she finally passed out, but it only seemed a few moments before she found her eyes fluttering open again. But something was different. Her eyes flicked to the empty desk to her left. It seemed that someone had scribbled words onto it, with what she couldn’t imagine. They didn’t really use pencils or pens unless they said otherwise.
When she leaned in closer, she could make out the rough penmanship.
Don’t tell them you can see.
Mag suddenly felt more awake. What? What does this mean? I’m not sleep-writing or something, right?
But then she heard the professor’s voice dismiss them, and she could ponder over it no longer.

Charlie bid farewell to her brother, packing a small pickaxe into her khaki backpack next to her lunch and small journal. She exited her small home nestled near the lowest point of Redhollow's Cave System, making her way down the descending pathways to her little sanctuary. During the day, while most kids her age were at school, Charlie made her way down to a secret place deep in the mountain, where gemstones and metals glistened, just waiting to be harvested.

Charlie shot a look over her shoulder making sure nobody was there. She planned on keeping her little gold mine a secret, the value of her jewelry was the only thing keeping her from going broke. She got down on all fours, flipping the light of her headlamp on in the process. She inched through a small hole in the side of the wall, crawling though the secret tunnel to what seemed like her second home granted the amount of time she spent there.

When she emerged, Charlie was expecting the rubies and diamonds poking out from the stone walls, platinum and gold veins lining the rock, but instead she was greeted with six words scratched into the surface.

DON'T TELL THEM YOU KNOW.

Charlie staggered backwards, grabbing the wall for balance. She heaved, trying to get air into her lungs. Charlie closed her eyes and violently shook her head, as if she could shake the message away. When she opened them, the message was faded but still there, etched into the cavern with lines of silver and copper. The gemstones had reappeared just like Charlie had left them the day before. Charlie slid down the wall, now sitting and wondering what it could mean. Know what? Why can't I tell them? What's going on!?

In a little shop, nestled in what had started as simply a small hole in the cave wall, Avlynn hummed to herself and drummed her fingers on the counter. The shop was empty, save for herself and her husband. Edmund was in the back room, doing inventory and leaving Avlynn to do counter duty. Not that she minded at all; quite the contrary, actually, she quite enjoyed visiting with and helping customers.

"Business is running slow today, isn't it, darling?" Edmund's arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she leaned into him with a smile. "Everything's in order back there."

"Mm. Thank you, dear," Avlynn said, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. Not that moments like those were rare, but one really had to try and enjoy every last second of life, right? When she opened her eyes, the woman started a little bit at the words scrawled out across the inside of the shop's window.

Don't tell them you can see.

"Avvie?" Edmund asked, looking at her with concern in his eyes. "Are you alright?"

Avlynn looked back at the windows. The words were still there, but not as plain as they were at first. What is that supposed to mean? she wondered. "I–yes, I'm okay." She tried to give Edmund a reassuring smile, but he clearly wasn't quite buying it.

Hesitantly, he sighed. "Okay… but if something's the matter, please don't hesitate to tell me."

"Of course, love."

After a week of nonessential drinking and sobbing endlessly, Curtis finally found himself regaining the want to cook something. He started slow, cutting up the vegetables he bought from the market in the morning. He wanted something decently healthy, he didn’t want to feel like trash after eating after all. He sighed and closed his eyes when he began chopping the onions. When he opened his eyes again, everything can scribbled with the phrase—

Don’t tell them you know.

He scrambled backwards, eyes widened when he turned to see that everything around him had that exactly phrase written all over in a weird handwriting that clearly wasn’t the doing of the kid next door. He shook his head, several questions running through his mind. The main ones being—

Who were ‘they’?
What did he know that can’t he tell them?

In the back room of her shop, Juniper sat cross-legged on the ground, humming to herself. She paid no mind to the fluorescent lights overhead, as she'd adjusted to the change in brightness. The woman looked around her, at the bright flowers that constantly grew and thrived, even deep underground.
Juniper eventually grew tired and laid back on the ground, shifting to her side as to not be staring into the lights. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she quickly drifted off.

Don't tell them you can see.

Those words were the first things she saw upon her awakening. Juni bolted upright, rubbing her eyes, positive that they'd disappear. She looked again, and sure enough, the words were still there, scrawled on the pastel blue wall. "See what?" she asked aloud, her eyebrows raising in shock. "Who's 'them'? Wh-" The woman shook her head, standing up and entering the shop's main room. She needed to get to the bottom of… whatever was happening.