The Watchers of Vytica

The Watchers of Vytica

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Diseases had scoured the population, sending the many people of the Vytica into chaos and doubt. But their are legends and tales of six who will rise to save them from their doom. That time is now.

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Their was once a time when the land was prosperous, where the food they ate was not filled with rat droppings or draped in a fine web from the many spiders who lurked in the shadows. The food they had ate was fit for royalty, as turkey and chickens were prosperous among the grasslands, where milk would be plentiful from the many herded cows, and not a single soul were to be fit for pitying among the land. They were wealthy citizens and lived in large houses, Imagewhere the interior was designed in the finest ways; curtains made from silk and spiraling staircases of marble are created the beauteous ruins they are of standing among the present. The houses had been weathered or torn down due to the many years they had once stood, their exteriors crumbling and the glass windows blown inward from the harsh winds. They were of no use to the many people who stood outside, mourning the destruction of the houses as torches were set amid the wooden interior, and any other things that hadn't burned were the mere memories of the wealthy and how beautiful the land had once been. Now they feasted upon corn bread and grapes, a daily treat which they found tasteless to their tongues, as it was so common. Sixteen-thousand residents occupied the many corners and alleys, the small houses of Vytica, a town which rest quietly amid the largest capital of the land. Criminals from the other prospering lands were sent there for torturous purposes, left into the savage wild where other residents lived in such a calm manner, not fearing the untamed conditions of weather or the animals the craved the flesh of humans.

The land had once been a grassland, a savory area where it flowed in the breeze, and sunlight poured down, flooding the area with warmth. A cold now settled over the land, bitter to the bones of many, the grass having dried up and disappeared, as if a large beast had plucked all of the vegetation away from the town. It was created to be a dry land, with little animals, surviving off of grapes and bread which were grown on the western seaboard, the only area where you could still have a sighting of vegetation, although it is very limited. None have an idea of why this occurred or what suddenly displeased the Gods to the extent of having to banish their land from the perfection it once had. Some state the Watchers are doing this, which is a whole other tale.


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The Watchers had been a group of six people, but some people cast the mere thought of this story as a tale which was created by the minds of children. Others have faith in it, for they believe the Watchers have cursed the land and they will soon give back the prosperity of it. The Watchers had started out as a group of six young children, wanting to change the ways of Vytica; to create a more serene population rather than what had occupied it at the current time of 201. The many people were outraged at the thought of their land being given up to the new settlers, so the children formed their group they once had dreamed of, and they set up many antics and tricks for the settlers to be driven back to their homelands. It had worked—for a short period of time, as eventually they noticed the disguises and all the props which led up to the Watchers failure. The children had easily gained the name due to their idea of watching the settlers at a time where none thought they were being watched, and although it had sounded mischievous and inherited with delinquency, the children just wanted to do their own good. Once they had grown up and passed, the Gods had been distraught at their efforts to ward away their people, and so they had cursed them, driving them back down to Vytica, forcing them to stay there for eternity. Thus, their immortality was born.
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The young adults were distraught at the idea of watching their kind pass, forever ridden with guilt and wishing to do good for the rest of their time until bidden back to the Gods. For years they helped and aided many, eventually pleasing the Gods who had lost the frowns upon their faces and stopped scrutinizing the six who now wore grins earnestly. The Gods created a sanctuary which had pleased the six very much, and so they lived there, in gluttony and in pride, for they feasted on hundreds of new foods and lay in the sun, bathing their open skin with a sudden welcoming of freedom to the endless sanctuary. But what had been done could not be undone. Due to their punishments, the Watchers had caused the land to become grey and frail, the earthy, soft soil now hard and dry. The Gods were forced to watch their land die away; but they were quick-thinking, and so what they thought of were to be complex and completely outrageous, but it would work. They had forced the Watchers out of the sanctuary, back to Vytica, where they would remain for the many years, until they saved the people—and the land.


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Their are six people, all who are prepared to fight the disease which had killed many due to the sudden outbreak from the new settlers. They are prepared to defend their land from an oncoming storm of hell-fire; where ships from the seas will throw cannonballs onto the land and men will march, patrolling the lands and firing any who protest. They will watch from shadows and observe from afar, discovering the weaknesses—and the strengths of how to save Vytica, the land they once loved. The people are pale-faced, with glum expressions, and downcast eyes. It is a horrendous sight to see for the Watchers, so they will persist in their actions, until their bones will scream, their muscles will ache, and their blood will boil.

They are the Watchers of Vytica, and they shall be prepared to do anything for anything.

Long Live Vytica.

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• girl 1//Ivory Winchest; Psicodelic.
• girl 2//reserved by Miyer.
• girl 3//Arethe von Gratch; marifisco.

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• boy 1//Sorn; rdaydreamer.
• boy 2//reserved by WholesomeBURN.
• boy 3//open

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Character Portrait: Ivory Winchest Character Portrait: Arethe von Gratch Character Portrait: Ferrous d'Sivis Character Portrait: Sorn Character Portrait: Bambi

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Ivory stared ahead, her body shaking, a trauma she had recently experienced causing her own self to be mildly shocked. She felt drained, fatigued, and she wished for that memory to be banished from her own mind, but relentlessly, she ventured on. What she had witnessed was the death of a fellow citizen, one having the sickness, their pale skin, the dark boils and bruises among their skin—and for a cure to be found, it was almost pathetic for the doctors to continue their own research. Ivory needed to settle herself somewhere, whether it be in the confines of a cold ditch, or the main trail she walked upon, leading back to the town. For being such a noble figure to the town, she hadn't done such a good deed to the many beings who stared at her, expecting her to do some triumphant, god-like action. She hadn't saved the poor boy, she stood there, her eyes wide and her hands clutching the fabric of her cloak. Ivory wasn't sure if it had been shocked by the slow crumbling of his own lifeless body, or the fact that she knew that she could not do anything. It was horrible, which had led her to the mountain trails, which did not belong to Watchers, but rather the merchants and soldiers, a band which stretched far out to the North, nearing a harbor which was merely deserted ever since the land started dying.

"Damn it." Ivory muttered, clenching her fists as she paced back and forth, an action which she had been doing upon the path for the past twenty minutes. She hadn't expected much, if she was internally hoping for a Watcher to pursue her and question what was wrong, or a civilian to tell her it wasn't her fault, she was lost in her own conscience. It was all her fault, although it naturally wasn't, as she could not get it through her head that she had witnessed the death of a young boy, who could have gotten far in a career, whether it be as a doctor or a mere, petty blacksmith. Clutching her head, she finalized her decision, descending the steep hill. How foolish of me, to go running up here like a stubborn, little schoolgirl who didn't get what she wanted. I am pathetic, that is what I am. I shouldn't even be a Watcher, for I am such a degradation to our little group that barely even manages. Pity, anger, distraught, they were combining throughout her mind, creating a storm of emotions. The townspeople would judge her, they would spit at her feet, they would go through with physical contact, punching out her teeth, pummeling her skull until it was a fine pulp, but when she arrived at the town, holding her breath, no one even bothered. It was the same, dreary, depressed atmosphere. Nothing had changed, none had gained anger, for they were all too lazy to bother with such an excessive emotion.

Ivory heaved a sigh. She would have to contact some form of a Watcher, but she hadn't an idea how. It was likely they were all asleep, or they wouldn't even bother opening their door, discovering Ivory to be pouting on their porch. Instead of taking any action, she sat on a wooden bench. Perhaps a Watcher, when woken, would discover Ivory and speak to her—or not. She hadn't an idea of what would follow her sitting pathetically on the bench.

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Character Portrait: Ivory Winchest Character Portrait: Arethe von Gratch Character Portrait: Ferrous d'Sivis Character Portrait: Sorn Character Portrait: Bambi

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Ferrous gasped for breath after pulling his head out of a barrel which was collecting water from gutters hanging on the nearby inn, his eyes wide with panic. He holds himself up by the mouth of the barrel, his legs weak from what he had just gone through... Or thought he went through, he didn't know anymore, everything in his head was jumbled roughly together and he had no idea how to make sense of it anymore. He takes a moment to breath and stare at his own reflection in the water he looms over, hoping it would give him clarity. "Ugh... Gods damn my heart." He finally speaks, grasping at his chest with one hand and leaning the rest of his weight on his elbow instead. His memory finally begins to repair itself, the past hitting him like a pallet of bricks dropped from a tower. Warm summer days with friends, time spent scaring away gypsies and settlers, training sessions in the militia, fights and brawls with local bullies, a childhood he had spent well. He remembered his friends, the term "watcher" drifted into his mind, but then came their names along with his own. "Sorn, Ivory, Arethe, Bambi... Ferrous." But these memories weren't the ones that scared him so, no, it was what happened next that made him ill. They all died, one-by-one, until it was only Sorn and himself left, his best friend was all that remained. He knew the plague was dangerous, but his parents and himself, they were hardy folk who were at least resistant to it's effects.

He then remembers a riot, scared people who were afflicted and quarantined in the poor-district, they tried to escape and the guard was mobilized to keep them back. That night he was with his best and last friend, the half-drow, knocking skulls of a few brats who thought it was fun to pick on his best friend, but he was called away to help with the riot... He was one of the first to go in, and at first the wall of halberds kept the crowd at bay, but then a few of the plagued-wretches started throwing things, and Ferrous took a firepot directly to his face. He screamed in agony and clawed at his face, trying to peel away the boiling oil and burning pitch from his skin, but to no avail, it took him minutes to finally die, and he was in pure horror for every moment of it.

He snaps back to reality, his face is now pale and he broke out in a cold sweat. "Gods... What is this?" He moves a hand up to his face, feeling his cheeks and with a sigh of relief finds them to be as blemish-free as the morning before that horrific event. His mind begins to race with thought, something clicked in his mind, the word "watchers" appeared over and over again, and he knew what he had to do. "I gotta find them... Whoever they are..." He stepped away from the barrel, looking behind himself to find his trusty halberd leaning up against the wall he awoke to find himself leaning against. He grabs it and hurries off into town, a haunted look in his face.

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Draining another cup, he sighed in passing satisfaction as the warmth spread through his body. Hazy red eyes followed his languid motions as he set the drink aside, his free hand impatient as he waved the wench over. The young woman was noticeably hesitant, but she knew better than to ignore pitiful drunks. Best to keep his cup full and wait for sleep to take him. Tonight however, it was not so simple.

With a swift hand, he took hold of her forearm, his grip strong despite the ale. "...watchers.." He mumbled under his breath, barely audible to even him. Reluctantly, the barmaid asked for clarification in hopes that by showing some sort of interest, the imposing Drow would release her. However, for some time they remained locked in position. Nervous sweat began to run down her neck, dipping into the valley of her breasts as she swallowed. When he spoke again, the poor girl nearly fainted from shock for a bitter laugh was quick to crescendo to a roar. The other patrons glanced briefly in their direction but none made a move toward their weapons. They knew the sound well for they heard the same time and time again; one of tragedy, of grief.

"No one."

Sorn loosened his grip, fingers fumbling as he dropped a few coins on to the table before rising with a wobbling motion. Holding the table for support, the half Drow paused to regain his balance before stumbling toward the exit. He barely made it through the door before a force knocked him to the side, his body crashing into the wooden frame. He hiccuped, then folded as vomit spewed from his lips.

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Re: The Watchers of Vytica

I was just wondering, before I go through the details of making a character, if this is open for that missing sixth person you apparently needed originally.

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Ah. Sorry. I've been really busy, but we can start now. We'll just go with five characters, I guess.

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Not really, we haven`t started :( I wonder if we ever will..

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Hey guys! Guess what, I lost my internet for like five days so this is my first day back... Did anything important happen?

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marifisco wrote:Did you put out a Roleplayer's Wanted thread? c: Those can help a lot.

Also, since I didn't realize humans could have magic, I slightly edited Arethe's profile from "basic healing" to "healing magic". I hope that sits well with everyone.

Also also! This coming Thursday, Friday, and part of Saturday I may not be able to post. I'm participating in a choral festival. We shall see, though.


Eh, it's just one character. I'll create him soon when I am not so busy. Also, have fun at the festival, and don't worry about not being able to post, as I've been mildly busy as well.

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Did you put out a Roleplayer's Wanted thread? c: Those can help a lot.

Also, since I didn't realize humans could have magic, I slightly edited Arethe's profile from "basic healing" to "healing magic". I hope that sits well with everyone.

Also also! This coming Thursday, Friday, and part of Saturday I may not be able to post. I'm participating in a choral festival. We shall see, though.

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Well, obviously we aren't going to be gaining a final character, so I shall proceed on with the roleplay, perhaps with five characters; or I should just create the male and play two parts. I guess I'll figure out tomorrow.

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rdaydreamer wrote:Submitted my character! Hope his race and history work out, I was a bit confused by the plot so I left the latter a bit vague. I also added that my character suggested the "Watchers" name and was a bit of a leader/second in command if that's ok.


That's fine, and I apologize that the plot was confusing. I am new at creating role-plays so clearly they shan't be my best; obviously, so it may be possible that I should stick to creating characters. Oh, and your character is perfect.

Re: The Watchers of Vytica

Submitted my character! Hope his race and history work out, I was a bit confused by the plot so I left the latter a bit vague. I also added that my character suggested the "Watchers" name and was a bit of a leader/second in command if that's ok.

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WholesomeBURN wrote:I would like to reserve a spot for a male character, if you don't mind. Also, I gotta question, is magic allowed? And if so, what kind of magics? And lastly, what sort of races are allowed?


It has been reserved, and magic is allowed, such as any type of element; fire, water, ice, etc., as long as it does not overpower another being in a fight, it's completely fine. Any race is allowed, it does not really matter, all they need is the ability to communicate and move.

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I would like to reserve a spot for a male character, if you don't mind. Also, I gotta question, is magic allowed? And if so, what kind of magics? And lastly, what sort of races are allowed?

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marifisco wrote:Well, I'm still on vacation, technically. So I just worked on Arethe straight through.

Also, I have her submitted. Hopefully, she is up to standards.


She's perfect.

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Well, I'm still on vacation, technically. So I just worked on Arethe straight through.

Also, I have her submitted. Hopefully, she is up to standards.

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marifisco wrote:May I reserve the last female slot? I can have the sheet in by tomorrow.


Reserved! And their is no rush to creating your character, as you can take all of the time that you deem necessary.

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May I reserve the last female slot? I can have the sheet in by tomorrow.

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rdaydreamer wrote:Could I reserve a male character? Thanks!
Miyer wrote:May I reserve one of the girls?


Both are reserved!

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Could I reserve a male character? Thanks!

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May I reserve one of the girls?

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