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The Obsidian Wilds

The Obsidian Wilds

Explore the twisted overgrown world, and discover the truths buried beneath the expanse of this world blanketed by green, and occupied by mutated wildlife.

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Introduction

A couple centuries ago, in the year of 2063 people once held dominion over the world, with great roads of asphalt and buildings that that blotted out the sun. In their greatest triumph, they, in their arrogance, something between the world of skin, and the beyond was broken, the natural order thrown into disarray. It incurred a sickness upon this plane, and nature itself became intoxicated by it, and was driven into a rampage that overtook everything. The power grids and cities fell in only moments, as the frenzied vines crawled the lines, spreading to every town, every city, and took it all down. Panic filled the streets, mass evacuations were issued as everything disappeared in a sea of green. Could it have been the world's revenge for man's crimes against it? A taboo that the divine could not ignore? Some vague stories persist, scattered notes of information, and ruins remain of the old world now, overgrown by plants, or sunken in sands, and where man had ruled, creatures now rule.

Much of technology was lost, and many died from the loss of hospitals and medical centers, alleviates somewhat by field practices persisting. In a frantic push to make refuge, people were forced into smaller settlements, split into mixed colonies, with cruder cities surrounded by walls of wood and steel. Among the biggest is Crow's Wallow, a rather cynically named place, considering it wasn't much to start with and quite cramped.

The outer walls have since been expanded and reinforced. But people themselves have begun to experience strange mutations as they try to cultivate this twisted landscape. So far it has been controlled, some became deranged, but others became stronger, more capable of handling the wilds than others, and as such became integral to scavenge and hunting efforts, despite receiving apprehension by those who seek to remain "pure." These "Hunters" became elevated citizens, and those tried and true became forerunners to train future generations of hunters, trained to fight the creatures outside the gates.

It is now 2273, and is time to ready another generation for an excursion into the Obsidian Wilds.

Rules

1. Be respectful to your fellow roleplayers. No godmodding, that is, controlling their actions without consent, or powergaming, as in, being flawless and such. General RP rule. No OOC issues should reflect IC ones, and if you can't separate the two, then it might be good to step back.

2. The supernatural exists, as does magic, in its own way, but is tied directly to your life force, and enhanced through consuming the "tainted food" of this world. Just bear in mind, this can have mutative consequences.

3. Weapons are in a cruder state, having some firearms but nothing requiring a lot of factory made parts, and these will tend to be degraded. Fashioned bows and crossbows, as well as melee weapons of steel and wood are around. There is some electricity still around with generators and batteries, the latter being chemistry. A lot of the methods and knowledge exist, but the power grid is down, so don't expect to have anything that requires a lot of upkeep, like cars and such. Yes, you can have modern clothes, textiles are still a thing and don't require a lot of power.

4. Allowing animal and other creature type characters and creatures as long as they are not grossly overpowered. Generally though, you'll either find yourself at odds or a a harder time blending in with people IC. At least with NPCs. People are weary of strange beings given how this setting is, and will be apprehensive towards them. Especially since it is like nature is out to get them.

5. Try to post at least a paragraph of text, being moderately detailed. I'm not asking for a lot, but it is kinda annoying to have several posts between others that are just: he jumps up to the platform and says "hi." Just try to be a bit detailed and involved.

6. I hate to sound mean here, but this has happened too many times to count. Please, if you have other things going that will keep you from posting for several months, then really, don't bother. I'm not a stickler for posting routines, but if you make a character, it is expected to post at some point. Should have time to post once or twice a week, perhaps.

7. Please don't wander off into an obscure area and isolate yourself from the rest of the RP entirely. It makes interaction point nigh impossible.

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Character Portrait: Akina Mateo "A tiger can't change his stripes
Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde "Eh... first rule of survival: don't die."
Character Portrait: Skitters
Skitters played by MartinVole
"Kreh!"
Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Weaver of her own flesh, the tapestry of her art.
Character Portrait: Poison "Once nature was pure...Once so was I..."
Character Portrait: Astrid Grünewald "You shouldn't be here"
Character Portrait: Kazajahiir Tavakraan (Kaza) A dirty mangy cat from the wilds.
Character Portrait: Lady Ein Crowley "We are the last Bastion of Humanity, we shall not fall here!"
Character Portrait: Nissan
Nissan played by Abraxas_Axis
A Mutant Plant that was planted inside of a human corpse as a seed. Has grown into something new...
Character Portrait: Dahlia Eis
Dahlia Eis played by Lilyfloof
a new-ish hunter
Character Portrait: Magnus
Magnus played by sifsand
The monster that eats the other monsters

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Crow's Wallow

Crow's Wallow by MartinVole

One of the fortified cities, surrounded by walls of stone, wood, and steel, and gated off against the wilds.

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Character Portrait: Akina Mateo Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Kazajahiir Tavakraan (Kaza) Character Portrait: Lady Ein Crowley Character Portrait: Nissan
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A strange creature walks out of the woods towards the gate. It looked like a woman - or, perhaps, something wearing the skin of a woman. It was rotting, and through the holes some sort of green plant-like fiber could be seen.
"Ni-nice-san? Nice-san? Ni-ni-nicesan?" the creature warbled in an almost child-like questioning voice.

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Boot-heels clicked rhythmically as Ein ran, the gate quickly approached. "Gee, Ein, 'ere I thought ya didn' care much fer kids." She shot back an annoyed glance at the Chief Hunter, there was so much more to this than simple worrying about a kid. "I couldn't care less if he died out there, it's what he might rile up that im worrying about. What if another city's caravan finally reaches us and he slaughters them?! Then what!? Or if he leads something back to the city?? I swear Anselm..."

The Wilds were... wild. Ein hated being out here, but when Anselm picked up speed she forgot all about that. A lesser human wouldve been out of breath, but Ein's mutation excelled in cardio. She tore after him, following exactly in his footsteps with inhuman vigor. It was eerily quiet today, something was happening out here. It only ever got this quiet when Alphas were fighting for territory.

Akina sped into view, like he was running from something, perhaps from his own defection. Ein drew her twin-sword, pointing the saber at Akina, "Akina! You know how dangerous it can be out here. Why are you running...?" She wasn't exactly being quiet, though she probably should have been. It would be an understatement so say she was on edge, anything close to her that moved suddenly would be slashed at, the swampland was dangerous enough without divided Hunters. Which is why when something began speaking nearby, she drew her dirk and cut her hand open.

It looked sort of human, perhaps a mutated villager, but it had flora sprouting from it. Ein took a defensive posture, saber in one hand, dirk in the other. Her bleeding hand let loose blood that floated around her aimlessly, waiting for direction. "And THIS is why we dont wander off alone, Akina...."

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Akina came to a screeching halt, narrowly avoiding Anselm. He banked to the right and jumped against a tree before bounding off to slow his momentum.

"I was running to try to get home before it got too dark out." Akina said matching Ein's intensity, but he didn't quite understand why she was angry.

"I was only out here because I saw someone who looked like they were in danger, don't bite my head off!" He growled.

Akina heard the sound of another mutant trying to speak and saw Ein draw her weapons and institutionally retracted his claws.

"And don't patronize me either. If I hadn't been out here it might have made it to the city before we saw it." Akina snarled as he took a defensive posture waiting to see what the plant creature would do and decipher what else was out there.

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"They call me Poison.." Poison told Astrid.

Poison heard the voices but she also felt something... She suddenly took to the air and looked around.

Looking down at Astrid Poison said " have to go and check on something..."

Poison flew off and was soon in a tree overlooking a strange creature... Some type of mix of death and life in a humanoid form. it had an odd aura and for now Poison just watched.

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Nissan stopped as she saw two... two hers-but-nots. Things. Her, but not. What were they? She did not know the word.
"Wan-durr-off?" she chirped in her warped voice, saying the words the others did. "Havv two gow ch-ch-check on sum-thin... Ack-keen-nah? Nicesan? Ni-ni-nicesan?"
Of course, these words were complete gibberish to her. She did not know their meaning, but she spoke them anyways, perhaps in an attempt to negotiate with these hers-but-nots.

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Dahlia had been having a bit of a hectic few months. First the mutation happened, Painful. But that hadn't been the worst of it. Her strength had increased exponentially....And she was horrible at controlling it, It had taken Weeks to get to the point where she wasn't breaking things just trying to pick them up. Then there was her claws. Annoying things that kept cutting her every time she tried to scratch an itchy spot...though they were rather good for wood carving she had to admit. But then there was...Her ears...Well they weren't really that bad but in her mind there had to be a downside besides everything being a lot louder now...Ok so maybe the mutations themselves weren't all that bed she amended internally. But the mean things people said to her about her ears made her rather sad, sometimes even angry. So she frequently covered them up. Wait, what was with the shouting?...Was that the chief? Something must be going on. "Look like introspection time is over" she sighed, going inside and getting her armor on.

She came back out carrying her shield and her hammer before thundering off towards the gate after the chief. He may be one of the best but even the best need someone to watch their back And so with that thought she left the crows wallow and began following his tracks... For a while, The armor didn't offer the best mobility and she was heavy enough on her own. But she got there eventually. Hearing a voice saying something about wandering off. Sounded like that woman that had been with the chief as she saw him heading for the gate...."I really need to get to know some of the other hunters besides the chief" She muttered to herself as she finally got to the scene and. Found some humanoid plant thing. "What on earth is that thing?" She said mostly to herself though loud enough for others to hear. Staring right at Nissan. Readying her shield just in case the thing proved hostile.

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Dahlia had had a bit of a hectic...well past few months really. Mutation, getting control over her increased strength so she could stop breaking doors every time she tried to open one. Remembering not to scratch those itchy spots without any care because her claws could cut her skin. but the biggest change had been joining the hunters. What a trip, she never would have previously even dreamed of joining...But being able to get away from the judgmental and apprehensive stares made it worth the danger really. Apparently growing an extra pair of ears and clawed fingers was enough to make people you care about quickly change their opinion of you. "Hm?" Her fox ears perked up, turning this way and that. "What's with the ruckus?" She commented mostly to herself. She got up from her seat in the forge where she had been fixing a big dent in her shield from a recent encounter with a very grumpy mutant bear. She set down the hammer and picked up her shield with the dent mostly gone, grabbing it by the edge with a pair of tongs and flipping it face up to pour some cold water on the face and cool it. She then grabbed her helmet, her big hammer and the now cooled shield before heading out to see what all the ruckus was.

As it turned out it was the chief getting in another disagreement with that mutant raccoon. A rather destructive one actually. Dahlia sighed and put her hammer and shield down against a wall before going about clearing the rubble from the street while Anslem concluded his arguement, though as she finished and began to leave the lady hunter with the wierd blood powers - She really needed to ask what her name was- started talking about the Akina the youngest hunter she knew. She heard the bit about him jumping the fence and stopped eavesdropping to head to the gate, Actually being passed by the two on the way there. She picked up her pace and signed out at the gate before following their tracks.

Eventually she came upon the scene right as the plant thing began parroting what the others had said. She raised her shield "What in the seven hells is that...Plant thing?" She thought out loud, easily loud enough for the others to hear though her voice was a tad muffled by her helmet. She glanced at Akina when she saw him in her peripheral vision, feeling a bit of relief when she saw he was alive. Best to try and keep it that way.She turned back to the plant...thing and lowered into an actual stance, if a bit sloppy. She was still a rookie, sue her.

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Character Portrait: Akina Mateo Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Kazajahiir Tavakraan (Kaza) Character Portrait: Lady Ein Crowley Character Portrait: Nissan Character Portrait: Dahlia Eis
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Now there were three more her-but-nots. Nissan was very confused and frightened. They looked not-nice. "Ni-ni-nicesan…" she mumbled, edging back into the forest.

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"Th' hell!?" Anselm yelled as Akina nearly crashed into him. His trance broken, he spun around to look at the kid. "Dammit, kid, ya know at times like this, th' weird stuff creeps out and..." he paused, turning to look at some kind of mossy zombie... thing? He then looked over at Akina and Ein quickly and back at the creature, holding out his hands. "Okay, what the hell is that? The hell is it babbling?"

He then heard heavy footfalls, casting a side glance at Dahlia, smirking a bit. "Well, hell, th' gang's all 'ere, it looks," he mutters, letting out a short laugh. His scars still ached for some reason, more than the typical, and it clearly wasn't from this... poison ivy monster. Something else was approaching, humming a melancholy lullaby of some sort, something... nostalgic to the chief. He now readied himself, something etched deep into his very being now quivered. "Kid... ya stir sumthin' big this time... like a house."

"Oh, good, you came to get the lil'un," a voice spoke, Anselm's body seized up, his hair on ends. Bellatroix stands just feet from the party, her eyes scanning the gathered hunters, a smile on her face. She then spots Anselm, glaring directly at her and her smile fades. "Oh," she uttered, holding out her arms to him, causing him to back away without a word. "My, how you've grown, my chile," she said.

"You," Anselm says under his breath, his breathing becoming shallow, his inhuman pupil constricting. Finally drawing his knife, he points it at the woman, his face wrinkled with rage. "Vapor of fevers and nightmares, ya dun' exist!" he yells, his speech growing somewhat incoherent, his eye twitching. But to his shock she somehow broke the distance, now only inches from him. His eyes widen, he never felt her get this close.

"Easy, honeychile," she says, smiling, taking the knife from his hand and with the other touchis his cheek. "Ya remember the cruel fate ya were dealt, the father that hated you, the mother who looked away..? When no love was left, they cast you to the wilds... to me." Without warning, Bellatroix gently reached out and hugged Anselm against her, his body going limp for a moment, his face blanking. "When ya ran, I worried, thought the bit inside ya would eat ya away..." Realization came to him, however, and he pushed the woman away, or more like himself away from her, as she barely budged.

"The... what inside me!? You did this t'me!?" Anselm yells.

"Well, t'be fair, ya did it to yerself, but you were barely awake then," she responds, holding up her arm and forming a shape like a bite mark on it. "Was a scary thing you did... and look at your hair, and that eye... must ahve been awful painful. I'm truly sorry, mon chile..."

"Sorry?! Y-" Anselm began, but something in the distance caught his attention. The sounds from earlier that Bella heard have gotten slowly closer, and they sounded like motors to machinery. He didn't remember any of the city dwellers going off into the wilds, let alone with functioning machinery. Bella herself was distracted by it. He then looked up into a tree, and felt another odd presence nearby, as his senses were no longer fixated on the witch. "Damn, th' hell is with this day..?" he mutters. "As much as I hate it... we... gotta pull back."

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Lying in wait in the overgrown bushes nearby was a rather large being or predominately dark coloration. This was Magnus, an ancient mutant from since the near beginning of the cataclysm. The sounds of his breathing were apparent if one were to come close him. His rather large horns were a stark black and white stripes and curved inwards.

As the group of people conversed nearby, their talking began to disturb his slumber and he began to stir. He rose from his grassy patch and revealed his true size and despite the humanoid appearance he was quite large. He let out what could be best described as a throaty grunt as he yawned, revealing razor sharp teeth.

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The her-but-nots turned away from Nissan, prompting her to step a little bit closer, still muttering. A very large her-but-not made a noise, and she replicated the noise in her warbly speech.

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