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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 10:09:29 GMT -8
 On the far reaches of civilized lands, in a valley all its own, lay the quaint, quiet town of Apple Springs. So quiet, in fact, that upon entering the town it is apparent why- not a soul could be see. Buildings stood in disrepair, some crumbling from years of abandonment. The roads have turned from stone to dust, the windows shattered in their homes. At the edge of the town was a faded wooden sign. With enough removal of dust, a happy sun sitting over the town surrounded by apple trees could be made out, the words "Welcome to Apple Springs! Home of the famous Apple Grove!" could be seen underneath. A population indicator was below even that but had been scratched and rewritten so often it was difficult to tell what it originally said. All that could be made out was with each scratching the text became cruder, more hastily written, and in a deeper shade of red. At the end of it all was a massive "0" practically splattered in dried paint- or at least one would hope it was paint.  Entering town proper would be met with the kind of silence that keeps men awake at night. All but a faint breeze blowing through the torn open doors and windows and the occasional rustling of stones could be heard. The "famous" apple groves the sign spoke of could be see at the edge of town opposite the entrance. Or rather, what was left of it. The trees stand, leafless and lifeless, blocking the afternoon sun from entering the town proper. Upon closer inspection, however, it would appear the skeletons of the trees were covered in....fungus. Mushrooms and mold have taken hold of the grove, turning it into an infested farm of fungus. Indeed, looking back at the town proper it seemed some buildings were covered in mold and mushrooms, overwhelming the structure with its size alone until they ultimately crumbled underneath. Although the fungus would offer nothing more than scenery if interacted with, those in the town could not help but feel they are being watched regardless.... |
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Alryca Starwell
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Roleplay posts: 53 
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Jan 26, 2017 13:30:28 GMT -8
The young mage had been off on one of her "sighting" expeditions, designed to find new things for her to summon, or the occasional book to improve her craft. The book thing usually wasn't too hard, Alryca still had a lot to learn, as she had only been studying for a few years. She was nearly skipping as she came across the eerie town, a bright smile on her face as she whistled the tune to a song she could not remember, the verse somehow remembered above all else. Alryca came to a halt as she sighted the abandoned town, taking a deep breath.
"Skies above...what happened here?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 13:38:24 GMT -8
The sight before her would be that of a town lost to time and memory, yet the buildings- at least the ones still standing- look to be modern in design. It was as if the town was built only a few years ago. As she walked, her footsteps crunched on the dry ground below, mixed with slight puffs of harmless fungus spores that barely rises past her heels. The young mage would know for certain the town was empty, but wouldn't be able to shake the feeling someone or something was looking at her.
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Royal Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 1,339 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 14:24:19 GMT -8
Roy wandered into the ruined town, wondering how he'd gotten here. He'd been trying to find his way to Sugar Hollow, his childhood home. However, it had been over 16 years since he'd left to go live with his grandmother, and couldn't quite remember where it was. Combined with a rather poor sense of direction and the isolation of the town, he'd gotten himself hopelessly lost. Sighing, he glanced around the town, checking his parasol to make sure he was shielded from the sunlight. What was this place? He'd never seen an abandoned town before. It was clear that nobody had lived here for a very long time, and the place gave him the creeps. Perhaps it would be better to keep going and try to find a proper town before dark...but it was too late now. Besides, if there were any other towns near by, surely this place wouldn't be quite so run-down? He looked back and forth, not seeing anybody. Traveling alone sure did get lonely at times.
"Hellooooo! Anybody here?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 14:29:51 GMT -8
Roy would receive no reply (save for any Alryca Starwell gave should she hear him), rather his voice echoed off the walls before fading into silence once more. Looking around would give him a good look at the stillness of the town, from the buildings still standing to the fungus-encrusted ruins of others, to the woman in a dress staring at him, to the skeleton trees- Woman in a dress? Should Roy look back to where the woman was, nothing would be there. A possible illusion or mirage from the afternoon sun as it fell slowly from the sky. |
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Alryca Starwell
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Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Jan 26, 2017 19:31:21 GMT -8
Alryca heard the faint voice of the vampire echo across the town, but could not quite pinpoint so she shouted back as she walked into the town.
"HELLO! Someone is here! Where are you?" She shouted across the empty town.
As she entered the dilapidated village, Alryca drew her wand, not wanting to be caught unprepared. In this day and age, who knew why a town had been abandoned.
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Royal Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 26, 2017 21:03:12 GMT -8
Roy blinked, looking around. He could have sworn that he'd seen a woman in a dress standing right there! It had given him quite a start, and now she was nowhere to be seen. Had he been seeing things? He'd thought his eyes were alright, but perhaps his vision was going. All of a sudden, he heard a reply to his call. Someone was here! Perhaps it was the woman in the dress. He hurried towards the sound of the voice, wondering who it could be. What were they doing out here in the middle of nowhere, anyway? Perhaps they were as lost as he was.
"I'm over here, at the edge of town! Hold on, I'm coming towards you! I don't think you're far! Please don't shoot me or anything!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 21:42:16 GMT -8
(Please continue between the two of you. I will intervene when I am needed.)
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Alryca Starwell
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Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Jan 27, 2017 6:08:21 GMT -8
Hold on? She was more than capable of taking care of herself, maybe even more so than this fellow she thought, which was confirmed as he came into view, the fact that he was carrying a parasol inspiring no great confidence in him.
"Found you! Do you live here? What happened? Where is everyone?"
She had her small sketchpad out already, a basic shading of what the town looked like already present in the book, drawn as she walked forward.
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Royal Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 27, 2017 12:43:45 GMT -8
Roy spotted the woman and waved. She didn't look like the one he'd seen...as far as he knew. He hadn't really gotten a good look, though. He saw the sketchpad, and wondered if she was an artist like his cousin Raulio. He was an odd one, that cousin Raulio.
"Hi! I don't live here, I just got lost and wandered over. I'm trying to find my way home, though. I don't know what happened, or where everyone went! Do you know anything about it? I've never seen anything like it!"
He decided not to mention the woman that he may or may not have seen. After all, he didn't want her to think that he was crazy.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2017 13:48:30 GMT -8
The sun began to fall below the horizon as the shadows of the buildings and trees crept closer to the two adventurers. They would be able to see just fine. If anything the sunset was quite pleasant. If the two were to give it a look once in a while they would also notice something odd about some of the mushrooms. Were they....getting closer to the two? Staring at them for prolonged periods suggested otherwise. Possibly a trick of the light....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2017 14:04:59 GMT -8
(Sorry I'm late, I'm with Roy)
Taking a well-deserved nap after eating a whopping two strawberries at once, Robin snored restfully in Roy's pouch. She opened her eyes and let out a tiny yawn as she poked her head from her sleeping spot to see the ruined city.
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Alryca Starwell
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Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Jan 29, 2017 12:51:50 GMT -8
Alryca looked down at her sketchpad as the sun began its journey below the horizon. The shadows would eventually make things very difficult for her to draw, so with a sigh she put the sketchbook away.
"You don't live here either? Damn, the town looks way too recent to have been abandoned in a cataclysm or anything, and I don't see any signs of what did it. These mushrooms are a bit weird but local flora rarely ever kills people."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 29, 2017 13:22:50 GMT -8
Roy shook his head. How could anyone live here? It was far too scary. Noticing the little fairy peeking out of the bag, he patted her on the head with a fingertip.
"I've never seen mushrooms like this. Maybe it's some kind of apple blight. There were signs for apple orchards, you know. Maybe the mushrooms killed all the trees and everybody left. That would make more sense than mushrooms killing people, I guess."
He looked around at the fungus covering all the buildings and tree husks and shuddered. How long had this town been abandoned that they had all grown like that?
"What's your name, by the way? I'm Roy. And this is Robin."
He pulled the little fairy out of his pouch and held her up for Alryca to see.
"She follows me around and helps me with things sometimes. Mostly, though, she just eats my food."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 15:16:16 GMT -8
Robin chimed (quite literally) happily as Roy spoke, as if eating enough food for a full-grown human was an accomplishment.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 9:12:41 GMT -8
At first, the mushroom caps didn't seem to move all that much, but looking away for just a moment and turning back would reveal they were slowly forming a large ring around the two.
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Alryca Starwell
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Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: She has a tall, lithe frame, if a bit better endowed than most of her elven kin. Long, platinum blonde hair streams down to nearly her waist, and her long fingers are frequently seen twirling it. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and constantly looking about to take in new sights. She has no particular preference in clothing, dressing reasonably fashionable as far as she can afford.
Clothes and Equipment: She has a wand that she carries on her person at all times, with it, she performs her magic. Sketchbooks and drawing items are held in a small satchel at her waist. She is usually wearing robes due to her position as a junior member of the Isran enclave, a position earned solely by the dearth of summoners amongst magic users.
Player's online availability : Meh
Registered: Jan 26, 2017 13:05:24 GMT -8
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Post by Alryca Starwell on Jan 31, 2017 5:33:23 GMT -8
"That would make sense I suppose, though I have never seen mushrooms that do that..." she trailed off, puking out the sketchpad she had put away and sketching the mushrooms, looking back and forth as though confused as she spoke, her sketch becoming increasingly inaccurate as they moved around them.
"Pleasure to meet you Roy and Robin, I'm Alryca. Uh, those mushrooms are definitely moving... That can't possibly be good."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jan 31, 2017 8:46:17 GMT -8
"Huh? But that's impossible, mushrooms don't move..."
Roy glanced back and forth, and realized that there was a ring of mushrooms around them that there certainly hadn't been before. He shuddered.
"Come on, Alryca. Let's get out of this ring. I don't want to see what happens when it closes."
He headed towards the edge of the town, stepping carefully over mushrooms. It was lucky that vampires didn't have to breath, as he didn't want to inhale any spores.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 10:59:02 GMT -8
The mushrooms gave no resistance as they attempted to walk over them, but continued to slowly stalk the two as they began to walk away. A regal laugh could be heard in the distance. Turning around to view its would origins would reveal a young woman, about 6 feet in height, wearing an elaborate dress composed of rosy pink coloring and frills around the ends. In the right light, her hair was a verdant hue, almost as if they were plant vines. Although a beautiful individual in her own right, she had a very unusual feature that would stand out to both of them immediately- her head was a mushroom cap. Bright red with white speckles, it provided shade to cover her smile, sinister in appearance.
"You'll have to forgive my children," She said politely, slowly walking towards the two, "They are quite....friendly with visitors." Her voice was calm, low, noble. The mushrooms responded to her voice, moving back from the two to give them space.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 11:31:17 GMT -8
The moment Robin saw the woman, she chimed and flew back into Roy's bag, poking her head out from inside to get a cautious view.
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