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Post by Kayla on Oct 20, 2017 3:37:38 GMT -6
"Don't I look wonderful Polly?" Kayla addressed her winged horse. The pegasus stomped a hoof and bobbed it's neck up and down. "Aww thanks, you don't look half bad yourself." The winged horse was dress up as a dragon. Snake skin leather was placed on the wings and body to give the reptilian look while arts and crafts helped provide for the fire breath and claws that were connected to the face and hooves.
Kayla herself was dressed up as a princess. "Oh my, won't someone please rescue me from this terrifying beast?" Kayla playfully fainted onto the ground dramatically, while placing the back of her hand on her forehead. She stuck out her tongue and stood up. "Pfft. As if." Kayla reached into her satchel and fed her pegasus an apple. "Be on your best behavior now, I really want to win this festival's costume contest. We'll get the grand prize!"
Kayla spun around, allowing her frilly dress to flow outward in the movement. She led Polly out of the stables and into the night air. There were drums and torches all over. The festival was truly a sight.
She led the dragon (pegasus) through the streets of the festival. She took in the sights while she waited for the costume contest to begin. That was, until she overheard some children having an argument.
"Nuh uh, no way. There's no such things as monsters. My momma sez so." "Yea huh! My poppa has seen em. theyre up in that abandoned house on the hill, there tons of em." "We'll if yer so sure prove it." "No u."
"I'll do it..." Kayla was intrigued. Monsters in a spooky old house on the hill. How could she pass up an opportunity like this. She just had to be back in time for the costume contest. She hopped on Polly's back and flew right on up the hill to the houses doorstep. The air suddenly grew cold. A shiver ran down her spine and the playful noises of the festival seemed to fade away into the night.
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Belinda
Shaman
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Post by Belinda on Oct 21, 2017 18:03:16 GMT -6
Belinda's outfit was cute. Simple but cute. She decided to use her already dark clothes and a few props to make herself look like a cat. She had a hard leather headband that had leather cat ears with pink floral petals acting like the inside of the ear. She had a simple black belt around her waist that served as her tail. Her face was done in a way to make her resemble a cat. She sported whisker lines on her cheek, some dots, and the weird upsidedown y thing that cats had under their nose. She also kept her standard lipstick and red nails in check. So she appeared to be some sort of semi-attractive cat woman thing. She wasn't looking to win the costume contest. She just wanted to feel included in all the festivities. She loved festivals! Festivals were one of the few events, she was allowed to run around in and act like a normal child. The staff and her siblings turned a blind eye to her antics and just allowed her to be herself. While childhood festivals gave her the freedom to be a child, adult festivals gave her the opportunity childhood could not. It traded the freedom of running around for the freedom of being able to buy what you wanted. And by the gods did she want things. The festival was a foodie's paradise and she intended to sample everything.
The shamaness was quietly satisfying her hunger with a sweet potato. The potatoes were roasted on the fire with a bit of oil and salt. She enjoyed peeling back the charred skin revealing the sweet soft orange potato flesh underneath. She drove her fork through the orangey mash and popped it into her mouth. There was an oddly satisfying grin on her face as she ate. The tables offered butter with brown bits of cinnamon as a topping. To which the shamaness spooned a bit of it over her hot potato. She was about halfway through the tuber when she overheard a group of villagers gossiping. Apparently, there was some sort of spooky abandoned house on a hill. And supposedly it was cursed. Belinda scoffed a bit at the idea. She was a scholarly woman. And while she wielded magic herself she believed curses to be nothing more than hoaxes. Just like how black cats were rumored to be bad luck, Belinda knew full well that black cats were just like every other cat out there.
She finished her potato and left nothing to waste before preparing and making her way towards the supposed haunted hill. As the shamaness approached she felt the temperature change. The shamaness chalked it up to the fact that it got colder because she was moving away from a place of high population. The town and festival were warmer of course cause there were campfires and warm bodies moving about. She also noted she was going uphill. Higher elevations tended to have cooler temperatures. That's why mountain tops had snow. But even her brilliant mind couldn't comprehend how it got cold so quickly. Unless there was some sort of sage messing around with Fimbulr magic. But, even then one sage couldn't make it this cold, this quickly, by themselves. Belinda pulled up her white cloak over her shoulders, buttoned herself up, and continued on.
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Post by Ilyria on Oct 27, 2017 17:30:14 GMT -6
It was such a lovely day. Or had been, now that the day had gone and passed into evening and taken on quite the dark disposition. It was the kind of night that was like any other night, only now the village looked to be quite festive and in generally good spirits and the only thing that’s changed was the season. The harvest was always something to celebrate, and Ilyria was quite glad that it happened during business time. This business was completely arbitrary though and probably set up by her father to be in such a safe village at such a great time doing a menial task such as the one that had been provided to her. This was simply to deliver some pendant to an old monk somewhere, but her capabilities rendered this task to the probability of it not being completed as seamlessly as anyone else would like.
Now actually, Ilyria had heard of all this festival's festive festivities, and had extensively prepared for most of them. She performed admirably, in her mind, in pumpkin decorating, and had fun messing around with the large drums and singing. This wasn’t quite competitive enough for her taste though, and created several contests of her own. Her consecutive push-up event attracted several other larger men, who promptly received the prize money Ilyria had intended for herself when she inevitably won. Now she was down precious money for all the food she planned to eat, and so created another contest; juggling. Unfortunately no one got the memo and simply tipped her a few coins for the performance. ’Hm…’ thought Ilyria. Oh well. You can’t look at a beggar when he gives you a horse, even though in this case it was just some pocket change. Now with this money, she quickly went to a stall and bought several skewered chicken. Was she forgetting something? She needed to find this monk, but this was simply no where to be found, and continued on her merry way down the path in the ridge of town.
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Dawson
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Post by Dawson on Nov 7, 2017 20:45:31 GMT -6
Dawson was having so much fun at the festival. For once in a long time, he could actually forget about the troubles and worries that was on his mind! Not to mention, it has been a long time since he returned back to his home in Lycia. Granted, it was still far away from his home town, it still felt good to be back in Lycia.
As he was observing the specticals of the festival, he couldn't help but overhear a conversation about a haunted mansion. To be honest, he was somewhat skeptical of there being a haunted mansion here in Lycia of all places, but at the same time, he wouldn't be surprised if it was indeed true. Though he couldn't help but be curious as to what lied within the mansion. "A haunted mansion wouldn't be a bad place to explore...though I'd still have to be careful if I do still decide to explore it nevertheless." he said to himself.
He spotted in the distance what looked to be the house on the hill. Though he was still skeptical and thought it was part of the festival, he decided to walk in the general direction toward the house. As he was getting closer however, he noticed that it was starting to get cold rapidly. Granted, it was nothing compared to the cold in Illia, it still felt unsettling. If anything, it almost felt kin to the magic that would have came from Fimbulvetr, but that was impossible for a mage or even a sage to have power like that. Dawson just merely bundled his robe around himself as he continued to walk towards the hill. Though he had to admit, if it was part of the festival, they certainly did a good job in that department. He assumed it was since he saw overhead what looked to be a Pegasus with the rider whom seemed to be dressed for the festival. Then again, they just may be passing by. Dawson just continued on his way toward the mansion in question.
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Post by Kayla on Nov 8, 2017 15:23:41 GMT -6
Kayla's mouth formed a bit of a devilish grin as she saw a few other people making their way up the trail to the house. Among them was a certain purple haired shaman that Kayla had know from before. She was dressed as a cat. Kayla simply had to make a comment. "Meeeow." Kayla said playfully as Belinda came into view. "How have ya been boss?" Then another couple of wanderers came strolling into view. One was a girl with short brown hair, the other was a boy in robes. He must've missed the memo about the costumes.
"I guess I'm not the only one who heard the rumors." Kayla was a little relieved honestly, at least she wouldn't be alone in exploring the haunted house. "I'm Kayla but you can address me as your majesty." Kayla imitated a curtsy, holding a portion of her gown to the side. "Anywho, I got here first so I'm leading the way! I don't want any of you getting the credit for... uh whatever we find in there." With that, Kayla turned to face the building. It was a decent size. Between a mansion and a house. It was also fairly run down, as if no one had tended to it in a decade.
Kayla took a step up the stairs to the old porch. The stairs creaked and gave Polly quite scare. The Pegasus began to shake its head and stomp a hoof. Kayla hurried to the winged horse's side and placed a palm on its snout. "Shhh come on you baby. I'll be fine, just sit tight for a little while okay?" Kayla returned to the porch and pryed open an old door, revealing the entryway to the decrepit house. It was dark inside, and Kayla could swear she heard movement from deep within the darkness. She shivered lightly in her princess outfit. She took a quick breath and addressed the group. "Anyone got a light?"
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Nov 13, 2017 17:25:41 GMT -6
The purple haired shamaness turned around to face the person addressing her. Now this was both a pleasant and disturbing surprise. One one hand she was glad to see a familiar face. And on the other hand, she was afraid of the said face. She knew Kayla was more or less a greenhorn when it comes to battle. So she knew she couldn't rely on Kayla to defend her if this house did turn out to be haunted. Wait.. what was she thinking? Haunted? No. Inhabited would be a better word. Bandits and burglars were a real thing. And they could possibly be responsible for the rumors of this place.. to keep people away. And that.. made sense. It didn't explain the cold feeling in the air. But she would need to figure that out later.
"I have been well Kayla. Thank you for asking." She gave the girl a little nod. Then took a moment to admire the girl's costume and then the pegasus. Kayla put a lot of effort into looking like a storybook princess. Complete with the frilly dress and pointy cone hat.
"Commendable effort with both your costumes. If we make it back in time for the costume contest. I hope you win." She gave them a small smile. She really liked it when people got into the real spirit of the holiday. A few other people joined in as well. Belinda took note that out of the bunch she was probably the oldest one here. And that these young ones were probably lured here by their curiosity much like she was. These burglars should have picked a better rumor. She shook her head lightly before turning around to look up at the old house. Kayla insisted people call her "your majesty".
"It would be a waste of syllables to call you 'your Majesty'. Though I do like the idea of code names. We do not know who or what is lurking within the walls of this decrepit home. For the duration of this endeavor, I am calling you Princess." She took a moment to look at herself.
"I suppose the obvious is to call me Kat." She would decide on code names for the others after they introduced themselves.
"I'm afraid the only thing I can generate is dark."
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Post by Ilyria on Nov 16, 2017 21:26:21 GMT -6
Ilyria was confused as to why several other people were converging to this house on the hill. Perhaps these were her clients, though the instructions given to her never mentioned an ensemble. The only hope was that this wasn't too complicated of a ritual. This squire knew a monk back in town, but then again, she wasn't sure if his strange eccentricities were part of being a monk or a consequence of his upbringing. Either way, she was looking for fun.
Speaking of fun, the temperature. It was almost colder than Arphen, but Ilyria had already put on her fur coat. This cold had a different sort of feel to it, though this could probably just be explained as a difference in moisture. Or maybe this was a small part of Ilia that had moved to Lycia for some reason. Unlikely, but maybe this monk was from Ilia too. By the time, Ilyria had reached the top of the hill and stood outside this dilapidated ramshackle of a house. The patio was in ruins and several of the boards were missing a bit. Even the chair could not be easily believed without some considerable effort to operate functionally.
When Ilyria had gotten as close to this black-clad robed guy so as to be able to have a conversation unimpaired by inadequate hearing, she started. "Hello, are you the monk? I have a pendant to deliver to you." She held out the thing, a gray looking paper with a few lighter circles drawn on it. On the end was a cloth tassel. It looked certainly like something a monk would use.
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Post by Kayla on Dec 8, 2017 12:22:03 GMT -6
Kayla clapped her hands. She liked the notion of code names. It made their little exploration venture all the more entertaining. "Princess and Kat, on the case of the haunted house." It sounded like something out of a storybook. She turned her head to the two behind that were having a small conversation. Perhaps they had lost their nerve and decided not to continue into the house. Either way, she was going in anyone else could follow. No one had the ability to light up the dark in the home. That left only one option.
"Into the darkness it is." Kayla nodded and began to move forward into the building. The only light she had to operate off of was the moonlight that gave the halls of the house an eerie look and feel. She started actually considering the possibility of ghosts and ghouls. What would she do if she found one? What could she do? If they managed to surround her with their hunger for human flesh and their unnatural eyes and teeth and-
Suddenly, Kayla felt something scurry across her foot which led to an ear-piercing screech. "Eep!" Kayla's eyes fell upon the perpetrator of the touch. It was just a rat. But that didn't stop Kayla from jumping back and knocking into a sconce of the wall. The sconce moved like a lever. This activated a trap door of sorts that dragged her, and everyone in the hall with her down a chute. If Kayla was being honest, sliding down the chute into the basement was fun. But this certainly wasn't the time for fun.
She tumbled out after a few moments of falling. The basement was so far beneath the house that the whole hill was likely hollowed out to make room. It was dirty, dusty and there were pieces of tattered cloth scattered along the floor. It was even darker down here. Kayla dusted off her princess gown and rose to see nothing but darkness. "I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this."
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Dec 18, 2017 20:24:47 GMT -6
The purple haired shamaness sighed a bit. She thought the idea of walking into an empty and probably condemned building was a bad one. What made the idea worse was the lack of a light source. Belinda shook her head. She wished she hadn't forgotten her training as a squire with a trinity tome. At the very least she could spark a candle to light and use that. She shook her head a bit. The other two didn't show any interest in coming into the decrepit old house and she didn't blame them. But, the 'princess' took the lead and Bel couldn't just let her go on her own. She cursed herself for being a responsible adult. She should have left the children to wander into their deaths just like they do in fables.
But, as the princess cautiously crept into the creepy corridors the shamaness took her own steps behind her. She made sure to leave about a person or two's distance between her and the princess. She hit the same creaky floorboard that Kayla did. Belinda pulled from her pocket a small pocket mirror and held it up to the light. It caught a little bit of the moon's natural light and reflected it off of some objects. She spied a vase, an empty candelabra, a chair, and lots of cobwebs. She didn't take any actual steps into the abandoned house. Instead, she kept herself close to the door frame.
"We should really get a torch." The elder of the two purple haired maidens spoke. Kayla seemed to have spooked herself on something, then there was a loud noise, then screaming. And then another crash. Belinda quickly pointed the mirror down towards the floor and she saw a large hole.
"Princess! You alright down there!" She shouted out in the direction of the hole. She wasn't dumb enough to follow the princess down the hole. Once, she confirmed through a voice that Kayla was ok. She'd look for an alternative way to sneak down towards the bottom floors. --
The shaman eventually found an alternate way into the basement. She blasted through the door and shouted. Thus giving the "princess" a way out. Afterwards, the shaman decided to return to town and enjoy what remained of the festivities. She denounced that the exploration of the house was a waste of her time and found nothing of interest within the house itself. Although, she was slightly relieved to have seen Kayla again.
(Bel Exits thread)
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