Hidden in the depths...
For longer than humans would be comfortable admitting, we have watched. Hidden beneath the cover of night, shadow, deception, and government, we wait. We walk amongst you, your fallen kin hidden in your form, yet hiding still. ...And our time of waiting it nearly done.
Who are we? Perhaps you will know, perhaps you will not. Time will tell.
Who are we? Perhaps you will know, perhaps you will not. Time will tell.
A young man, Jonas, read over this text, shaking his head in confusion, not comprehending how it would have suddenly etched into the stone shaped as a book.
This sounds more and more like a bad horror flick with each second...
He turned, looking back at the wall of bones behind him. This was supposed to be a school function, History class taking them into one of the old crypts from the Middle Ages. Something didn't make sense though: If he was in the middle of a group of kids, how the f*** did he wind up here? He didn't even remember separating or getting lost.
...This must be a really wierd dream or something.
In his moment of thought, Jonas hadn't seen the figure that had seemingly morphed out of the shadows before covering his mouth and turning him to face it. This figure couldn't be made out at first, but could be seen as a female when light suddenly emitted from a door Jonas hadn't seen before. Some monster of a man held a torch of some sort in his left hand, and a halberd in the other. ...The halberd wasn't made of wood and steel, and Jonas couldn't tell what it was. The man snorted.
"Great. Caught a rat in the Mausoleum..."
"How do we proceed?"
"How do we proceed?"
The girl's voice was surprisingly soft in spite of the insane strength that held Jonas in place. He didn't have the courage to try getting loose since he got the feel that one bad move would land him with a broken neck. He simply raised his hands in submission, praying with all he had that he would live to see tomorrow.
"...Looks like he doesn't have a clue."
"Do we let him go?"
"We can't. He would return to the surface with knowledge of us."
"Then what do we do?"
"...We let the Clanlord decide."
"Do we let him go?"
"We can't. He would return to the surface with knowledge of us."
"Then what do we do?"
"...We let the Clanlord decide."
Nodding, the girl pulled his head forward, and exhaled softly. As Jonas took another breath, he found a wierd scent just before his vision faded into the black of sleep.
The girl picked the sleeping male up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry, following the man with the torch.
"...Hopefully, we won't have to kill this one."
The event above ocurred three days ago. The streets of London above the catacombs are in confusion over the event, as the missing person, "Jonas", was first reported missing when his class left the crypts. Several investigations have taken place under the keen eyes of Chief Investigator Williams, but no trace of him has been found. People are getting scared, even to the point of packing their bags and moving out. Nobody can quite explain why, though...
In the depths far beneath, a city of "Maleficarum" has as well has been in turmoil. A human brought to their home? Alive, nonetheless! Such was unheard of for the clan that resided there. For those three days, the Clanhalls have been silent, their Heads all gathered in the Citadel with the Clanlord to debate the issue. As they do, the Bloodlines wait anxiously to hear the verdict, wanting to know for certain if this was more than just a sad prank.
There will soon be a surfacing of the Bloodlines, wether the world is ready for it or not. There is but one thing left to ponder:
What part will you play in it all?
In the depths far beneath, a city of "Maleficarum" has as well has been in turmoil. A human brought to their home? Alive, nonetheless! Such was unheard of for the clan that resided there. For those three days, the Clanhalls have been silent, their Heads all gathered in the Citadel with the Clanlord to debate the issue. As they do, the Bloodlines wait anxiously to hear the verdict, wanting to know for certain if this was more than just a sad prank.
There will soon be a surfacing of the Bloodlines, wether the world is ready for it or not. There is but one thing left to ponder:
What part will you play in it all?
Requested Literacy level: Semi-lit
Gender needed: Males
Other: This is a storyline set in current times. The three types of characters I have set are Human, Bloodkin, and Mythic. Bloodkin are further explained in the seventh (7th) post on the first (1st) page. Mythics are any non-human species that isn't Bloodkin. (PM me about this if interested) Human characters will not be immediately playable, but will be introduced shortly after the thread opens.
I will accept character slot reservations, however, if I do not recieve a charactersheet or reason for delay within one week, I will return the slot's status to "Unclaimed". I apologize if this seems a bit too arbitrary, but this happened with my first thread: Fifteen (15) reservations were never filled, and the thread died out. I'm not doing that one again.
I will accomodate AND assist new/inexperienced players if they are interested. Don't hesitate to apply, I won't bite your head off for a few mistakes.
Link: Forsaken Scriptures
