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But I know a few things about you.
The things that matter.
You arrived here at some stage. Maybe ten years ago, maybe just a few minutes ago. You'll remember very little of your past, if anything. Very rarely does anyone remember anything of their pasts here. It's part of what makes this place so mysterious, I suppose. But you'll be from a different place from everyone else, at a guess. A different time, or a different world. You'll be lost and confused.
But you'll know one thing. It'll be on a little note you'll have found lying on your chest when you woke up. It's a simple message. Cryptic, I suppose, and yet incredibly blatant.
"You need to make it to the summit."
Nine words. Nine words that will define what remains of your life, quite possibly. 'The summit' should be quite obvious. You can see it in the distance over there. A huge mountain, towering into the sky, with a beacon atop it. It calls to you - it does to everyone. You need to make it there. I've been here for a while, gathering information. Everyone's making their way there, slowly. But I'll tell you what you need to know. There are two things.
It'll be dangerous. That's what everyone's said. I've seen it myself. The closer you get, the more obstacles they are. They're as far-reaching and varied as we are - from violent animals to monsters that may have once been men to machines of war, they are everywhere.
And secondly, you can't make it alone. That's what everyone's told me. Those who try, never make it. But those who travel in groups? They sometimes make it. Numbers are our only hope. That's why I'm writing this letter.
Head directly for the mountain from here. After a while, you should spot a small rock formation. That's where you might find me. If I'm still there. If I've already got a group and I've left... then it doesn't matter. Find a group of your own.
But whatever happens, I wish you luck.
And if you meet me, we'll make it to the summit together.
I promise.
~ Another Wanderer
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Well, you've stumbled across my little roleplay. How interesting.
This is more an experiment than anything. I'll say that right off the bat. I was inspired by a game called 'Journey', along with similar games, such as 'Shadow Of The Colossus' and 'Ico'. This is designed to be, instead of an RP of plot twists and action, an RP of emotions. A minimalist RP, so to speak.
The basic premise is simple. All the characters have mysteriously awoken at various times in what seems to be a vast, empty desert, filled occasionally with small outcrops of rock. The only real feature of the landscape is a huge mountain; the base isn't visible over the horizon, but the peak is clearly visible. It's obvious that it's hundreds upon hundreds of miles away. Everyone who awakes has three things in common.
Firstly, they are all from different worlds. Different times, different eras, different places. They know nobody they meet. They remember only where they are from; they do not remember who they are, or who they knew.
Secondly, they all display an ability. This manifests in different ways, but it always physically appears as the ability to control a white energy. Wisps of this white energy can be seen floating in the wind; touching these can add strength, and sometimes, even go so far as to unlock new abilities. For some, it allows them to heal; for others, it allows them to destroy. Everyone's is different. Not everyone's manifests immediately; some can take even weeks.
And thirdly, everyone who awoke had a small note on their chest, written in a scrap of parchment. It told them that they had to get to the top. And upon reading it, everyone gained the compulsive desire to reach it.
Nobody knows how many people have awoken in the desert. More and more arrive each day, and more and more set off on their journey each day.
You, by some coincidence, have come across a little piece of cloth. Maybe lying in the desert, maybe trapped between two pieces of stone. The cloths are to be found everywhere. Written on this scrap of cloth is a request from a man calling himself 'The Last Renaissance Man', asking you to come to a reasonably-sized rock formation. And, by another miracle, you've found the formation - perhaps by searching, and perhaps by accident.
A man greets you there. He is tall, with blonde hair, crimson eyes, a flowing black cape, a white ruffled shirt under what appears to be tough leather armour, and a sword at his hip. He may already have others with him; you may be the first. But once there are six of you, you will set off for the summit, and you must never look back.
This is your journey to the summit, and there is only one question to be asked -
Just what, exactly, lies at the top?
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Lucy opened her eyes again, this time squinting, feebly eyeing her surroundings beneath her and saw she was atop sand, then looked up and saw the expanse of nothingness before her. She shakily stood to her feet and turned around to see a rock formation towering over her. The time of day meant the shadows of the rock were facing the opposite side to what she was on. "Where am I?" she asked to herself aloud. Lucy shook the thing leather coat she wearing, shaking the sand from her body. She was unbearably hot, but her coat was stopping the sun from completely zapping her energy. Lucy checked her body for her belongings - first her head, check, the goggles were there; then her side, check, her knapsack was there. She knew everything about herself, her name, what she carried, but that was it. All of a sudden she became wary of her surroundings. Everything was odd here.
Lucy touched the rock before her, then coughed, wincing at the pain from her dry mouth. "Damn" she hissed again. She dove her hand into her knapsack and fished around, hoping to find a canteen she might have packed - no luck - but suddenly her hand grasped a thing piece of paper. Lucy paused and a quizzical expression crossed her face as she fished the paper out. "instructions... huh" she said out loud again. Studying the paper it told her to reach a rock formation. Lucy looked to the rocks beside, "Well that was convenient" she said with a sarcastic smirk. Lucy shook her herself again, getting the final sand grains from her body and shakily took a step forward, leaning on the rock for support as she began to make her way around the side of the formation.
Lucy was soon in the shadows of the rock and collapsed in the cool shade against the bottom of the formation. She sighed heavily, revelling in the cool as she looked forward across the desert and for the first time noticed the colossal mountain in the distance and Lucy tilted her head in curiosity and disdain at how far away it was and yet how tangible it seemed. "Where am I? What is going on." she asked out loud. Lucy sat for a while, trying to remember anything as to how she got here; Every time she thought however, it always seemed she was telling herself to forget. The oddest sensation she'd ever felt. It was like she could feel all these memories, all these emotions, yet, it was like she didn't have them too. All she knew was that the mountain in the distance seemed to call her, emanating an unsaid "come hither".
Valentine looked up at the huge, empty sky, completely cloudless, the sun beating down upon sand and rock. The small chunk of orange sandstone he sat upon was even hotter than the blade he had left out that morning, but he did not care; the pain was minimal for him, and through his duelling jacket and cape, it felt no more warm than a comfortable bed. He lay on his back, where he had for days. He did not thirst; he did not feel hunger. Such things had barely affected him before, and held no meaning here.
Lifting his hand off his blade, he stared at the leather of his gloves; they were clean, unworn by the ravages of time. His riding boots were barely worn as well. His clothes were well-made; in his world, in the hell of the night, he'd demanded that they be as such. He would not wear or use inferior equipment. To do so was ill-befitting of a man such as him.
He heard a voice; a little like his, but not as crisp, cruder, its tongue twisted by the words of the lower classes. It lacked his sharp, refined edge. It interested him; he had not heard voices like that for many years, not since...
He could not remember, and discarded the thought like an apple core, the meat of the fruit gone from the memory. He had no use for such thoughts. So what if he could not remember? He did not remember much. It never concerned him.
He rolled off his back, pushing himself to his feet. He grasped the hilt of his sword, sliding it into its sheath with barely a sound; once, it would have been silent, but the oil was degrading, and he had no replacement. Soon, his clothes and boots and gloves and blade would wear and become useless to him. Hopefully, he'd make it to the mountain sooner rather than later. It was necessary that such a thing happened, before he died. He knew, just like the rest, that he had to make his journey, his pilgrimage, to the mountain. That was why he'd written all those notes.
He leapt off the edge of the rock, moving silently, landing on the sand like a ghost, the only noise the soft settling of dislodged sand beneath him. He quietly turned, observing a young woman before him, his crimson eyes cold, systematic, watching like a bird of prey. Was she a threat? From the looks of her, not. Had she come to help him? From the looks of things, yes. She must have found his note.
Most curious.
Vooli had no memory of how she'd arrived in this desert plane, nor how long she'd spent traversing it. Not that it mattered in a place like this, as she felt neither hunger nor thirst and so could theoretically travel infinitely. The landscape passed her slowly, though she took great interest in it, as she always did. Paying attention to the details kept Vooli sane, and also let her determine whether or not the landscape was really endless or simply vast. After much deliberation, possibly years worth, she concluded that it was simply vast and her objective would be met eventually. Many more hours passed, so Vooli decided to do another reading.
She climbed up onto a rather high rock formation and settled in. Groping around in her knapsack, Vooli drew another five tiles at random and scattered them in front of her. The result made her blink a few times in disbelief.
"Serenity, th' Starman, an' Shiner's luck? Suspecting, Oi yam," she commented to no one in particular. As she made to scoop up her talismans, Vooli's wandering gaze lasered in on two figures in the distance. Swearing mightily, she quickly tucked away her talismans and pulled out the mysterious note she'd found so long ago. 'You need to make it to the summit', it read. Those two may or may not have also gotten a note, but they were closer to the towering structure than she, which meant that either they'd been at it longer than her or had arrived her closer than her. Either way, she wanted to get closer and study them before announcing her position.
Like a nimble fox, Vooli somersaulted over the edge of the rocky shelf, landing in a roll and keeping low as she moved from cover to cover. Vooli always seemed to surprise herself, as she didn't know where she knew this skillset from, but was glad for it now. Darting between rocks and low dunes, she advanced on her prey quickly, always keeping herself mostly hidden. Within a half hour, she'd drawn close, though she now saw that the figures were quite removed from one another. The closer, a tall man clad in black, appeared to have noticed the more distant figure, so she waited to see how he approached the situation before revealing herself to them.
Then Lucy felt it. A presence. It was odd to say the least. She stood with trepidation, unsure of this odd sensation she was feeling. It was much like the mountain, but yet, different at the same time. It was weaker than her desire to move forward, but somehow linked to what she wanted. Lucy didn't remember where she was from, or much about who she was beyond her name; but she knew to trust her instincts. Lucy stood with purpose, and looked towards the mountain, she stepped from the shade of the rock formation and looked out across this expansive desert she found herself on and spoke quietly but with purpose, "Who, are you?"
Lucy turned herself completely so that she could face the man spying on her. Then she felt it more prominently - that sensation. That feeling of knowing this man was connected to something she was connected to too - "Where am I?" she asked before he could answer. Lucy looked to him with confusion and curiosity, "I feel like I know you... Or I'm supposed to know you." Lucy took a step forward and held the note out in her hand, she wasn't sure why, but she trusted him. Something within her trusted him. Her life was a mystery to her, but she had a purpose, she knew it, not specifically what it was, well no further than to make it to the mountain. Looking at the man Lucy knew he wasn't here to danger her, but while she felt connected to him in some way she was still hesitant somewhere within too. Suddenly she felt a surge of herself, it was small. But it was like she remembered a small bit of something like she found a strand of herself in this moment. Then Lucy remembered slightly, just a sliver of what she was; and suddenly her tone of curiosity was peppered with a sassy, "I can tell when people lie too..." Lucy looked at him, "I... I don't know who I am.. Or where I am... But I know when people lie."
Valentine watched the young woman with a great deal of curiosity. Where was she from? Not his time, evidently. Unless she had come from one of the great city-forges, it would be most unheard of for her to have been from the eternal night. And besides, her skin was not pale enough - she should have been white as a sheet, but instead, had a good deal of pallor. No, she was not from his time.
He accepted the note, hand moving slowly and deliberately; once it was in his hand and she had released it, he whipped it up to his eye level, like a graceful, lethal snake snapping on its prey. He read it for a moment, confirming that it was his, before discarding it, letting the warm, sandy winds carry it off to be found by another. He did not care for whom it was who found his notes; there was little semblance of order in this place, and determining who would be of use and who would not was nigh-impossible, so he did not trouble himself with such things.
He heard her speak, and while he listened intently, did not make it seem as such, looking out over the horizon, onto the burnt-orange sun slowly climbing into the sky. It was larger and darker than it had once been in his world, before the night came. It still amazed him, seeing sun, seeing light of that volume; not even the sun-stones of his world, the crystals that he'd fought and killed for, had such beauty and light.
And yet for some reason, the burnt sun seemed somehow... dead, as though this world were slowly dying, the end of those who walked upon it slow, inexorable and inevitable. Perhaps the sun would burn, or perhaps it would simply disappear from view one night and never return. But he knew all too well that, without a sun, worlds died.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, turning to her, giving her his full attention, a slightly-confident smirk across his features, his crimson eyes holding a slightly arrogant and yet charismatic charm to them. All perfectly calculated to give the impression of just who he wanted to be. "My name is Valentine Caine Astartes Saren, Lord of the Night and the one who wrote the note that summoned you here. It is a pleasure to meet you, miss..."
He trailed off, leaving a pregnant pause, as he awaited her own introduction. Perhaps it would tell him more about this enigmatic figure; perhaps it would not. But he would discover who this young woman was if it killed him. The unknown was death to him; he had fought what he could not understand a thousand times, and each time, it grew a little more difficult. Knowledge and blood were the only currencies of the soldier - and if he were forced to swap the latter, he was fully prepared to do so.
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With a sharp breath she woke up and stared at her surroundings. Sand... sand everywhere, even in her mouth. She spit out the sand before slowly getting up and turning around carefully. Only sand, as far as the human eye could see.
She knew her own name, however she had to think pretty hard about it. But... when she tried to remember how she came here.. or where she came from, her mind was blank. White as snow, cold... the opposite of this hot desert.
In the far, far distance there was a mountain and she frowned carefully. It was the only thing she could see, exept for the horrible amount of sand of course. However... When Tasmin stared at the sand better, she noticed a small piece of cloth twitched her leopard spotted ears forwards to it, swishing her leopard tail and leaping forwards, grabbing the piece of cloth before the wind would carry it away.
With a frown she started to read... it were... instructions? After reading she felt slightly scared and stared around, wondering where are the dangers were hiding. The only danger she could think of now was dehydration of the heat.
There was just one thing to do... she had to find that rock formation. As fast as possible!
Lucy scoffed at his introduction when he trailed off at the end in an attempt to gain her name. "Call me Lucy" she said with a rather indignant british voice, "Lucy Elizabeth Van Damm." Lucy lifted her shoulders mockingly, "Lady of... Lady of... Damn" she hissed. "I wouldn't have a clue where I come from." She then went into a moments deep thought about her identity, "Why do I know my name but not where I come from?" she asked quietly out loud. Her head then snapped upwards to look back into Valentine's eyes when she remembered he informed her that she had somehow come into possession of his note. "SO YOU BROUGHT ME HERE!" she snapped, "Why!?" Lucy forgot herself in the moment and trudged angrily forward to pok Valentine in the chest, "I want answers" she said sternly.
Lucy immediately backed away when she saw Valentine's sword and noted her complete lack of anything to defend herself. "How did you get me here? And why can't I remember anything" she hissed with irritation. Lucy then felt a surge through her body and it was if something clicked deep within her, then her gaze turned to the distance and she saw the mountain leering high, "I think I need to go there.." she mumbled, her train of thought shifting. Then Lucy brought her gaze back to Valentine, remember her want of answers all of a sudden. As her head turned to look back to Valentine she suddenly caught sight of something off behind Valentine, "Who's that?" she asked, pointing to Vooli in the distance.
A frown appeared on her face when she thought of where to go... to the south? to the west? Eventually she just started walking, hoping she would find what she was searching for eventually. And also hoping there would be water somewhere in this desert.
Time went by and eventually she felt her legt getting tiered of walking such long distance, her breath sharp and cutting her throat everytime she breathed in the oxygen her body needed to survive. 'I need water...' she thought to her self. Fresh, tasty water... there wasn't any around!
By the time she saw a rock formation in the far distance... she was really tiered already, her ears hanging down to the sides. She tried to figure out how far she still had to walk untill the shadows of that formation... and knew things in the desert seemed closer then they were really. She still had to go on, for a pretty long time.
What if she didn't make it?!
His mind turned to thoughts of war, and he wondered if she would attack him. She was clearly in a heightened state of emotional distress, as though an animal caught in a cage, desperately searching for a way out, clawing violently at the steel bars, unable to cut through them but trying in vain because its mind's rational thought has been whisked away by the stress of the moment. If she did attack him, he would cut her down like any other opponent; she did not appear to be armed, and his blade would slide through her leather and flesh like the ghostly entities that inhabited his world moved through the planes of life and death. She was only human, and would die like one; sever the nerves of a human, take the air from their lungs or the blood from their veins, and they would die. He had killed far more capable beings than her; he did not recall the details of such beings, but he recalled that he had felled them. He would not be called 'Lord of the Night' if he could not kill mere humans, would he?
"No, I merely summoned you here, to my simple abode. Or have you stumbled upon this of your own accord?" he asked, stepping backwards, leaning against a baking rock, feeling the heat faded through his cape and dueller's jacket, just the soft, comforting heat of a fireplace or a lover's flesh instead of the burning sensation that it bore when pressed to bare skin. "I do not, I am afraid, know what brought us all to this desert. I know nothing more than you do on that subject; at least, I presume not."
As she pointed to the figure in the distance, however, he turned. His eyesight was sharp; it had to be, for him to have survived this long. In his world, the slightest shimmer could mean the impending detonation of an anomaly, an explosion of fire or ice or blood, or the space-warping, nightmarish anomalies that the abominations left in their path. In his world, one had to be better than any ordinary human to survive for long.
"That, I expect, is our next visitor," he said, holding up his right hand for a moment, staring at the black glove, all the secrets contained within it. What did the tiny lines across it mean? The tiny marks of wear... what had worn them down? How many lives had he stolen with those gloves gripping his blade? How many people had they touched, how many lives had they changed? Who had he once known?
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Sidling out from behind her stone sactum, Vooli held her spear at the ready and moved no closer then ten paces of the duo. After a short, but tense silence, she dug her note out of her satchel and flashed it at them.
"Yous gotta note such's this'n?" she queried gruffly. In order to win the hand, one had to play their cards, after all. Keeping alert, Vooli resumed holding her spear with two hands, eyeing the tall, dark clothed stranger's sword. She played out a dozen combat scenarios in her mind, each one starting with killing the weaker, easier female and then using her reach to pick off the man. Vooli frowned slightly, knowing that no fight was that easy, but until it came down to it, she'd have no way of knowing how skilled this man was.
But she could not have been. Her skin was too smooth, and while somewhat brutal, her appearance to fine, too innocent, to be of his world. She was not among the savages who worshipped the dark gods that he had for so long tried to bend to his will. She was some odd, tribal being, from yet another plane.
Seeing his own handwriting, creepily elegant, possessing a refined yet angular appearance - much like the rest of him, he mused - he nodded in answer to her question. "Indeed I did," he replied. "As a matter of fact, I wrote that. I," he said, performing a flourishing bow, "Am Lord Valentine Caine Astartes Saren, Lord of the Night." Standing, he smiled at her a little, and said, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture, "You can put down the spear. I wish you no harm."
"Hrmm...I don' trust yer, bu' I'll be willin' ta compromise in th' spirit o' gettin' ter th' mount yonder. Ye' gotta plan, er was 'make a bigg'n group an' hike it together' yer master scheme?" Vooli scanned the rest of the space around her cautiously. Another woman had shown up, much to her surprise. She seemed to be studying them with a certain wariness, and seeing as how her hand was on a rather large knife, Vooli casually gripped her spear in two hands again, ready for combat.
Every new variable thrown into the equation was another calculation Vooli would have to make on her own survival. The fact that she hated math didn't help matters any. It didn't matter in the long run, she supposed. Either she'd make it, or she'd go down fighting as hard as she could.
After spending some time trying to work out just what the tribal girl was actually saying, he nodded. "Indeed. I do intend to make it to that mountain, and I have enlisted your help in doing so. If you should prove willing."
When he saw the small confrontation between the two humanoids before him, one hand moved a tad closer to his sword. He knew how this would go; whipping out his sword, then slitting both of their throats in the space of an instant. It would be easy - pathetically so. They were unarmoured, and his blade was sharp enough to cut through stone, as a tiny wound in a chunk of rock to his right indicated.
"Now then," he said. "I believe that it is in our vital interests to make it to the mountain over there. We all feel the compulsion, do we not?"
That moment it dawned on her: All these creatures seemed stronger than she was, expecially Valentine... She heared him say something and nodded. 'yes, we do.... i must go to that mountain' she said with a soft hiss, still holding the dagger but also knowing how to fight without.
Tasmin wasn't an unfriendly person, and she didn't want to get dragged into a fight... but the feeling of her being the weakest here made her go into defence... her eyes scanning the others a little nervously.
Lucy looked out behind her, across the sweltering sand and into the distant horizon, admiring the towering mountain far off. Lucy shifted her weight and she stepped towards the giant rock mass far off and felt her urge to go towards it strengthen. "Can you feel it?" she asked out loud, "Of course you can..." she answered herself. Lucy turned back to Valentine, "I don't entirely know what's going on Lord Valentine... But this better not be a trick" she said firmly. Lucy took another step forward and stopped, the feeling becoming stronger, the mountain was willing her to step closer.
Lucy turned back to the feline woman, the strange shaman woman and Valentine, "What are we waiting for?" she asked curtly, "Let's get moving." Lucy turned back to the mountain and began to walk towards, the urge to get closer growing stronger with every step. She felt something stir within in her and a flash of something erupted into her mind - A young girl looking to the sky, asking something quietly, and the same feeling about the mountain, filled the girl as she looked towards the night sky. - as soon as the flash came it ended leaving Lucy more perplexed than before, "What is going on?" she asked quietly, as she began the journey towards the mountain.
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"not such a sweet kitty as you thought?"
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Anyway, it's done, and I'm posting now! Good news is, I'll be able to post regularly from now on.
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Also, my character's up. For the moment, this RP looks like it's happening, although this can change at any stage over the next week or so. However, don't let that stop you from posting all your characters!
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As much as I regret to inform you all, I must put this RP on hold at present while I sort out my life and such. Therefore, you can continue to post characters, but it is looking doubtful at this stage that I will be able to participate. If anyone is willing to take over as GM, PM me immediately and I'll sort it out with you.
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@Hydrall: Um, I beg your pardon? I didn't quite understand that...
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