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Re: The Dark Forest (6/6) (Waitlist Open)
« Reply #45 on: August 13, 2013, 05:27:56 am »

"I'd say this is Hell. At least, the Sheol or Hades kind of Hell. Or close enough for there to be little difference. The kind of place where you throw people in and forget about them."
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Re: The Dark Forest (6/6) (Waitlist Open)
« Reply #46 on: August 13, 2013, 05:34:25 am »

"It's just the dark, foreboding atmosphere. The strange trees add to the point, and on that note I'd say magic, but that's impossible; our memory doesn't help of how we got here. Do any of you remember how you arrived in this place?"

The thought of being forgotten did cause worry to flit into the thoughts, but who threw them in here in the first place? The vague cause debunked that notion.

"...Well, are we all ok with our seafaring friend here being the leader?"
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Re: The Dark Forest (6/6) (Waitlist Open)
« Reply #47 on: August 13, 2013, 05:36:43 am »

"Not really. Perhaps we've all died? That would certainly explain some things."
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Re: The Dark Forest (6/6) (Waitlist Open)
« Reply #48 on: August 13, 2013, 05:39:49 am »

"I-have-no-pro-blem-with-it." Clair's red eyes look around "It-can't-be-hell. No-one-here-has-tried-to-kill-me-yet."
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Re: The Dark Forest (6/6) (Waitlist Open)
« Reply #49 on: August 13, 2013, 05:44:23 am »

"I-have-no-pro-blem-with-it." Clair's red eyes look around "It-can't-be-hell. No-one-here-has-tried-to-kill-me-yet."

"Ah, but how would someone kill you if you are already dead? Perhaps the point of this is to make us all suffer terribly for some perceived slight."
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« Reply #50 on: August 13, 2013, 05:47:56 am »

"It's nice of you to nominate me, but I'm not much of a leader. I'm just going to choose a direction and start walking until something kills me, or I find the ocean and get back to my ship. If anyone is partial to following, I'll not oppose them...

Also, how I arrived, hmm. Last I remember, I was walking the deck of the Silverfish with a mug of something fierce-pretty wasted for that early in the night, but we were given a weeks furlough. Our ship was docked in Aveiro, nice place if you're just looking for a clean lay and some sleep, good food and rest. Anyway, the shores not for me though. I spotted one of the new blokes I guess we'd got from our last 'recruitment', otherwise I'd never seen him before. He looked good to me, nice and tough, so I starts to swagger my way over to be sweet on him. He smiles at me, and then the world goes...*foomp*. You know? Like someone tossed a bag over my head, no transition or anything. Couldn't hear or see and eventually I felt like I went to sleep, though I know I didn't. Next thing, I come to, the ships gone and I'm in this ugly forest. None of it makes any damn sense, but we've been through that point enough.

So, unless God literally struck me dead on the deck of my own ship for my many sins-which if you're listening, my Lord, I don't apologize for in the slightest-I really don't think I'm dead. Unless someone stabbed me in the back without me hearing em, maybe it was fast like that. I dunno."
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« Reply #51 on: August 13, 2013, 05:52:06 am »

"Hit-ting-me-with-those-swords-would-be-try-ing-to-kill-me. As-for-mak-ing-us-suf-fer-for-a-per-per-, false-slight, which-one? I-got-a-list-of-evil-deeds-that-I-sup-sup, said-to-of-done-when-it-was-im-poss-ible-for-me."

"I-was-nap-ping...may-be-some-one-cut-my-throat-or-the-vill-agers-were-right-and-the-devil-tak-king-me-back."
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« Reply #52 on: August 13, 2013, 06:13:41 am »

Jacquelyn shakes her head, listening to the stories. All of them came to the same point.

At some point, she sits down by the girl named Sana who was huddling close to her, though she didn't know the name yet. She looked frail...almost like a skeleton, with her white hair even. The poor girl was terrified, no doubt. Jacquelyn remembered back when she had been that scared, and her heart softened. Being a pirate didn't afford much in the way of morals, but Jacquelyn had always kept the others from hurting the womenfolk too much. They were much better as hostages, anyway.

She spoke in a what she hoped was a comforting voice.

"Hey, hey there lass. Steady on, I won't let anything hurt you. My name's Jacquelyn Delahaye. My friends call me Jack. You can call me that, if you like. What's your name? How'd ya get here?"
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« Reply #53 on: August 13, 2013, 07:33:53 am »

She spoke in a what she hoped was a comforting voice.

"Hey, hey there lass. Steady on, I won't let anything hurt you. My name's Jacquelyn Delahaye. My friends call me Jack. You can call me that, if you like. What's your name? How'd ya get here?"
"Sana," she responded quietly, knitting her brow. "Not sure. In the forest maybe? ...not this forest."

She began looking around at the trees and soil in earnest.

"...never been to this forest..."

She then turned her gaze back at Jacquelyn, staring with wide eyes. She didn't seem as afraid as before, though, just... studying.
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« Reply #54 on: August 13, 2013, 09:14:33 am »

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"I also do not know why it is I am here." the hoarse, somewhat tired voice suddenly erupted. The plague doctor looked around for a few moments, keeping his meat cleaver in hand. They were still in a foreign place and something seemed inherently wrong with the whole scenario, starting with the fact none of them was supposed to be there. "But I suppose this feeling is not something exclusive to me."

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« Reply #55 on: August 13, 2013, 09:14:38 pm »

Dark Days

Dwarmin|Jacquelyn Delahaye:
You tap your sword on the ground, looking out for any sudden or aggressive movements. After no one makes a move, you draw back your blade and gaze intently at each of them.

"...Who in the blazes are all you bouffons? And where am I? I've been to lots of places, but never a place where the trees tried to strangle you.

Last I remember, I was off the coast of Spain..."


You wonder how your loving crew would just leave you here. Or how you got so far from shore. You think of the numerous ways of how you could have arrived in this forest. Other pirates? Shipwrecked? Maybe you were attacked and you got left behind? You keep thinking and thinking, until the girl with the saber cuts your train of thought. She speaks Spanish, and you struggle to speak back in what little you know.

"Uhm...Mi nombre es Jacquelyn. Y no...puedo hablar mucho español?"

The woman lowered her saber, then speaks back in English. Her name is Amelia. Your face sneers as she calls you a sailor, and you remark that these people around you are not your friends.

"They're not my friends, and neither are you fille. And I guess you'd call me a sailor, but I don't just gut fish, ey?"

"...and you're lucky I like your face, to handle that sort of remark-and were currently preoccupied, lest I demand satisfaction from you. I'm a proud citizen of our glorious France, though only in my heart-my feet have not touched her soil for many years."
you proudly explain.

The girl you saved earlier huddles closer to your leg, and you look at her in sympathy. You stand back to get closer to her, when the Spanish woman speaks back to you. She remarks that none of you are from the same place, and that she remarks that this can't be a dream, jokingly referencing the pain in her side. Then the woman with a crook, which you now realize must be a shepherd, speaks in a slow, broken tone. She reveals her name as well, but you don't know just where she might be from.

You try to piece together what she is trying to say, until another woman speaks up, this time with an English accent. You roll your eyes, maybe next you'll find a Dutchman or a Scott. The Englishwoman lowers her hammer, then jokes about this being dream, which certainly could be a possibility. The woman explains her plans for Africa, and her name is Gertrude Thompson. You find it hard to believe that no one knows anyone, but then again, you find it hard to believe you're so far from the sea. Or why you're sober for that matter.

"Alright, so no one knows anyone or anything or why we're here or where. Unless someones lying, but who's gonna throw names in the air, right?" then you turn to the Englishwoman to take out your frustration.

Well, this must be Hell then, if I'm to be stuck on dry land with a dammed English rosbif chienne like you. Anyway, don't know about all of you, but I'm getting out of the forest that can strangle you with it's trees. Then maybe we can talk more about why and how. Whose with me?"

Gertrude then explains how she's not been to Church for a long time, and suggests to build a shelter. "Just like the English to grumble about the rain. If you're going through Hell, just keep walking, right?"
you laugh.

You continue to stay near the girl you've saved, while the others chat away until they attempt to nominate you for leader and discussing the many ways they could've died and went straight to Hell. You then refuse the position and offer anyone to go along with you to find the ocean and possibly the Silverfish. You tell them about the last moments you remember from then, and you jokingly say that you aren't sorry for your sins.

You sit down by the girl while the rest continue talking. You smile, hoping to comfort her with your voice. "Hey, hey there lass. Steady on, I won't let anything hurt you. My name's Jacquelyn Delahaye. My friends call me Jack. You can call me that, if you like. What's your name? How'd ya get here?"

The girl looks up at you and replies in a weak, quiet voice. Her name's Sana. Sana looks up and down, then surveys the woods. She looks back, this time the expression of fear replaced with a calmer, studying look. Then another person speaks up, this time a man's voice, muffled by a mask of sorts. The voice is hoarse, and near unsettling coupled with the beaked mask and his attire. You all them agree to wait and see, until Sana tugs at you and points at a lake where you spot something strange.

You see a still lake. You look closer, and you see a group of people and a man on his knees. The man looks at you and smiles, and the people stare at you with hatred. It's your father and family. Your family viciously grab your father and put his head in the water, drowning him. His body floats on the water and moves towards the center, and sinks. The people around him follow him, wading casually into the water until they are completely submerged. Your eyes open wide, and you want to run and save him, but Sana grabs your leg.

Tiruin|Amelia L. Aguilon:
You wait for someone to make a move, until the woman in the center taps her cutlass on the floor. You realize the meaning, and you realize that no one here wants a fight. The woman yells and demands to know who you all are. You hear that she's been off the coast of Spain, and you decide to speak to her and realize if she notices your deliberate mistake.

"Que están vosotras?"

The woman looks at you and replies back, albeit slow, and the accent is off. You realize she isn't of Spanish blood, and that the others don't seem to be as well. You lower your saber slowly, then reply back in English.

"Englishwoman, then? I'm Amelia. Are you a sailor? And who are your friends?" you ask, pointing your saber at them.

The woman replies, she doesn't know any of them, and her face changes as she explains how she isn't a sailor. She also explains that she's from France. The girls on the floor crawls towards the woman and huddles on her leg, her shock white skin in perfect contrast to the dead grey soil. You then look back at the Frenchwoman, and reply while lowering your saber further.

"My apologies, madame, for that remark. I had assumed you were spanish by blood given that-..." you look at all the people in the clearing. "-that..none of you seem from the same place." you realize that they are all fro different places. You also realize that this pain is all too real for a mere dream. "I know I'm not dreaming from the pain in my side, so who are you all and how did you get here?"

The shepherd woman then speaks, in somewhat broken English. Her name is strange as well. Another woman speaks, this time with an English accent. The Englishwoman and the Frenchwoman have a conversation for a while, until you jump in.

"Since we're all using English, I'm pretty sure this isn't Hell. If it were, there'd be...worse things than meeting people from other countries. I know we aren't alone, and that in itself makes this place not Hell. Better to stick together now that we've found each other, yes?

Unless you both just don't like being with each other women."


You decide to look around, check the soil and vegetation. You cannot find any plants growing on the trees or soil, and the cold air has no particular scent, although it bites in the inside of your nose. You do, however, notice that the branches and roots face a particular direction, which you guess is North. You try to follow it for a while, and you see a small lake.

You return and plan to share the news with the others, after you finish deciding on if they can be trusted.* After the conversation, you tell them about the lake, and you decide to look around it. You head towards it, until you spot something strange. You see a boy standing next to the lake. It's the young boy who you befriended you in your youth. He looks at you with sadness, and he rapidly ages and deteriorates. The lake washes over his bones, and drags it inside. The lake dries up, until it is completely empty. There is, however, no hole. Just flat land.

IronyOwl|Sana:
You regain your strength back, and you listen in on the conversations among all of the people but your thoughts remain on why the woman didn't kill you. You feel emotions stir inside, feelings you've rarely, if ever, felt. After the woman finishes her conversation, she sits next to you. She tells you her name. Jacquelyn. Jack. You instinctively hug her, and you let go, fearful of having made a mistake.

Jack asks for your name, her tough voice she used on the others replaced with a kind voice. "Sana," you respond quietly, knitting your brow. "Not sure. In the forest maybe? ...not this forest."

You turn your gaze to the sky, looking around, and you look at the forest. You spot a lake in the forest, and as you look closer you see a man walking inside. You tug at Jack, but she's too busy talking with the others. You decide to look closer, and you see the man take a drink from the lake. Then a lamb casually walks out of the water, perfectly dry with shock white fleece. The man stands, stunned. The lamb walks slowly, moving closer and closer, and begins to eat the man. The man begins stroking the lamb, and looks back at you. It's your father. He smiles as the white lamb continues to eat him until he is nothing.

The goat looks at you as well, then walks back into the water. You turn your head at the strange event, until you see another lady attempting to go into the area near the lake. You give a meep and try to stop her, but you can't raise your voice loud enough. You tug at Jack and point to the lake.

Jack picks you up, and leads you on holding your hand. She goes closer to the lake, but you try to hold her back. You are no match for the woman's strength, and you fall backwards.

scapheap|Ura Hakai Kaze:
You look at the group of people, and the women start to talk in different languages. First what you think is Spanish, and the second English, with the occasional...um, you don't recall. You step a little closer, and you introduce yourself. You struggle to find the right words, and you hope they don't think too badly of your language.

You listen to the conversation, and you hear the possibility that you are all in Hell. You don't get the joke, and you reply that no one has tried to kill you yet. The conversation continues on, until some of them turn to go into the woods. A little girl with white hair is tugging at the Frenchwoman, but she falls to the ground. Each of them stare at the lake, stunned.

You walk towards them to see what it is about. You see a still lake in another clearing, and you see a man and a woman lovingly holding hands in front of the lake. The woman places her head on the man's shoulder, and you see a baby wrapped in cloth floating on the lake. The couple pick her up, and lovingly look at the baby. The man gives the woman the baby, smiling, and slits his throat. The woman giggles, and takes the knife from the man's hand and does the same for herself too. The baby cries, when the waves swallow it and the baby is dragged into the lake.

You run and try to save the baby, but the little white girl leaps on you and motions her head to tell you not to go. You try to shake you off, and you keep staring at the crying baby, and you see the villagers that tormented you stand around her in the water, eating her. You scream, and you try to run even harder, until the lake becomes still once more, the baby and the villagers gone.

Harry Baldman|Gertrude "Gorilla" Thompson:
You look at each of them, when the woman in the center taps her sword on the ground, and you lower your hammer. The woman in the center starts a conversation with another woman, who speaks in Spanish. They then speak in English, with a bit of French coming from the first woman. You decide to jump in and introduce yourself.

"It stands to reason that we do not know each other, and, considering the obviously strange nature of this forest, arrived here in equally strange circumstances, yes? So, this is either a rather intriguing dream or a very mysterious and unreasonable reality."

"I'm Gertrude Thompson, and I hail from glorious England, myself. Though I also haven't been back there for quite a while - I've been more interested in the African continent lately. Seems like that plan has fallen through, though."


You introduce yourself and you decide to look around. You don't notice anything in particular, so you continue your conversation with the others. You then get into a joke about whether or not you're in hell.

After a while, the ladies walk towards the forest, but stop halfway and stand there stunned. You go to see if they're alright, and you see what they see: a lake. A perfectly still lake, until you see dead animals walk out of the water and graze on dead bodies that have strangely sprouted out of the dead soil. You rub your eyes. The animals graze and drink, deteriorating by the second till they are dust.

You look in disgust, and try to look away, but a strange feeling drags you forward. The girl from earlier, with the white hair grabs you and holds you back, but you feel her letting go.

Caellath|Falken Stiehr:
You stand in place, staring through your plague mask. No one makes a move, until the woman in the center taps on the ground. The others look at each other intently. The others lower their weapons, and soon a conversation breaks out between the sailor-woman in the center and another woman at the opposite end of the clearing. They start speaking Spanish, and then change to English, with the sailor-woman, Jacquelyn, adding French snarks once in a while.

After each of them introduces themselves you jump in. You move in closer for safety, and you all look around the forest. This goes on for a while, until some of the women walk towards the forest. You get up and you see them stand and stare into the forest. You pick up your meat clever and go towards them.

You look at what they're staring, and you drop your cleaver. It's a lake. Dead corpses float on the water, and you see a couple walk out of the water, completely dry. They are followed by another family, a hearty man in his forties, his wife, and their son. Your friend. You run towards them, but you are stopped in your tracks.

The man takes the family and places them on beds, cutting them open and pulling out gold coins and tossing them to the woman. He lobs the boys head off, then turns to the father and explains how he couldn't save him, holding a bag of coins behind his back. You look in anger as the man continues doing this to more families coming out of the water. The man stares back at you and takes off his mask. It's your father and winks as he continues to "cure" the people.

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« Reply #56 on: August 14, 2013, 01:34:54 am »

This clearly wasn't any ordinary lake, Ms. Thompson thought. Something was very wrong here, and while it was indeed tempting to try and find out what it was, it was also a demonstration of rather poor judgment. Wandering off within the first few minutes of being here? Very bad form, and a good way to get oneself killed by whatever kind of evil thing wants her to be here in the first place.

Intelligently consider the pull, rationalize it away. Step away from the damn lake.
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« Reply #57 on: August 14, 2013, 02:06:01 am »

"...dangerous," Sana mumbled, half in wonder. She glanced up at Jack.

"I want to learn more, but maybe we should leave."

Study the... situation more. Keep trying to pull people away if they move towards it.
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« Reply #58 on: August 14, 2013, 02:24:56 am »

Clair closes her eyes "It-not-real,-just-some-thing-that-odd." Clair turns away "We-need-to-leave."
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« Reply #59 on: August 14, 2013, 07:06:36 am »

"...Mon père?" Jacquelyn said to herself, in a small and weak voice.

She shook her head. Made no sense. Her father was dead-she had watched, as a burly ship porter had used one hand to lock her arms in an iron grip. Her father had been a Hell of a swordsman, but no one alive could fight off two dozen men alone. They had beaten him while she watched, tore away his clothes and valuables-a recurring nightmare she had, was of a mustached man hacking off her fathers index finger to steal his beautiful emerald ring, the one she and he had picked out together in a small shop, during a stopover in Venice-then had tossed him into the ocean, laughing cruelly. She remembered he had been amazingly calm as he went. They were in the middle of the sea-no land for leagues and leagues. She knew he was dead, claimed by the merciless, beautiful, endless ocean....then the porter had struck her over the head with a belaying pin and she remembered little of the nightmare that came afterward.

But the image before her was somehow more cutting in its brutality, it's frankness. She had always blamed her blood 'family' for his death-after the mutineers were dead, she had no one else to focus on. She had always dreamed that they were somehow responsible. For turning her away. For turning him away. Even after the faces of the sneering crew had faded, she remembered their faces. Their cruelty had been sharper to her then, though time had somewhat diluted it. She knew now, that they had all been devastated and damaged by Jacquelyns mere existence, a living reminder of the lies they told each other. Years and years of suppressed words and emotions had made the Delahaye family a boiling pot of anger, resentment and hate. And Jacquelyn was the lid of the pot, somehow supposed to take all the pressure without exploding.

Irena Delahaye had been her step mother. As cruel as any fairy tale might proscribe to her surrogate daughter.
Her sister-Anna Delahaye. Her mothers spy and conspirator.
Her two brothers-Uierre and Herman. One thuggish, one cold and calculating. Herman had seemingly treated her kindly, at first-then, he had very nearly raped her one summer night, in a field of new sprung green corn. She bit his nose off and got away. He never forgave her, and she never forgot.
And somehow worst of all (Even Harman) was her Uncle Elijah, the eternal sponge-playing up and exacerbating their hatred of her, so he could keep taking their money and not work.


A perfect storm of the people she had hated. Escape to the Sea and her fathers vessel, she likened to being once damned and lifted up to Heaven itself.

...

And now the cold waters of the lake beckoned her to follow him...to sink, deep down in the cool waters...and rest...There were tears in her eyes when she averted her head, and she was angry, frightened and ashamed.

She fought her instinct to run, to backpedal. She took a step toward the lake, her anger building. Her sword rang out, though she knew not why.

"...Father, I'm sorry I couldn't save you...but, you...whatever you are...you're just a bad dream, you're not REAL. I'm not a little girl any more. I don't care who or what you are. You've got no power over me! I am a Delahaye...and you've got not power over me!"

Action: Confront my nightmare!

@Cheese: Man, you actually tried to keep up with us? All of your players are like, bay12 veterans that can RP for three pages every other turn. :P
Don't blame you for not writing all that every time.

Also, if my RP ever implies an action unrolled-like if Jacquelyn takes a bad roll here and presumably goes insane-assume my rp is what she *intended* to say or do.
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