Alright all time for a Roleplay! Here are the rules, Make a charecter, any charecter! Why you might ask? Simple the world is being washed away with horrific terrors, children lay awake seeing eyes from the shadows, people are dissappearing. However they always seem to leave quite a mess behind. Since I started this I will play the evil charecters (mwahahahaha) Once one is defeated I will make another or two untill people get bored or untill the players wish to make their own story.
I shall begin:
Name:Carpenter
Age:Unknown
Apperance:Has been seen wearing leather armor, Wears a white porceline mask, oddly enough two similar masks (one White with red edgeing and one black with silver edgeing and from his belt) Two nasty looking blades dangle from his belt.
Height:6'4"
Weight: 145
Fears: N/a (He has a fear but will be reavealed when the hero's fight him Please put at least one fear of you charecter down as this will help the roleplay.)
Weakness: Physically frail and thin with a gaunt frame.
"No! No! Oh god no!!" A gaurd screamed as his own worst nightmares tore him apart, in the center of town one lone gaurd was holding his ground against the entire towns nightmares. His last kill was a huge misshappen teddy bear, obviously from a child. With a chocked roar the misshapen childs nightmare collapsed. "That's right, you don't take shit from any toy!" Carpenter called out to the gaurd, his voice calm yet it held an authority about it. Carpenter turned to the rest of the nightmares. "Finish him, we haven't all night." With those final words the last survivors fate was sealed and hundreds of nightmarish creations flung themselves at him. At dawn Carpenter knew that a group of travelers would be arriving and all they would find is the blood for the towns former occupents. As the mans screams flooded the night Carpenter seemed to fade into the night as a mere shadow.
Darkest nightmares (open to all)
Started by
fs_kullkoth
, Feb 06 2010 05:41
2 replies to this topic
#2
Cassafras
-
- Members
-
- 1,414 posts
Veteran
- United States of America
Posted 06 February 2010 - 15:46
{Narrator}
As dawn broke upon the horizon, the once lively town now had an empty feeling. Too bad it's in the deepest part of a lush green valley, or someone would've certainly noticed. But, only a few go out there now and then. This town, that welcomed newcomers eagerly, held valuable items, and was friendly to all, is now gone. Only the wind travels through, shutters creaking, doors left unhinged. All the evidence of what happened, lie everywhere. Except...what is that you hear? A child crying? Let's go take a look... {end Narrator}
A little elf, only 8 years old, sat crying beside the mutilated body of her parents. Her bright gray eyes were stained with tears as she stared at the open doors to her house. Her pale blue sleeveless dress was stained with blood. She remembered the night before. She remembered going to hide at her parents command. She remembered....the figure staring at her, his white face seemed as it was glowing in the darkness. She held herself tighter, until she gasped. She could her shouting from the outer edges of town. She couldn't tell whether they were friend her foe. So she crept to the secret staircase to the basement and lifted the fake floorboards. Shaking, she stepped under the house and closed the hatch, waiting..
As dawn broke upon the horizon, the once lively town now had an empty feeling. Too bad it's in the deepest part of a lush green valley, or someone would've certainly noticed. But, only a few go out there now and then. This town, that welcomed newcomers eagerly, held valuable items, and was friendly to all, is now gone. Only the wind travels through, shutters creaking, doors left unhinged. All the evidence of what happened, lie everywhere. Except...what is that you hear? A child crying? Let's go take a look... {end Narrator}
A little elf, only 8 years old, sat crying beside the mutilated body of her parents. Her bright gray eyes were stained with tears as she stared at the open doors to her house. Her pale blue sleeveless dress was stained with blood. She remembered the night before. She remembered going to hide at her parents command. She remembered....the figure staring at her, his white face seemed as it was glowing in the darkness. She held herself tighter, until she gasped. She could her shouting from the outer edges of town. She couldn't tell whether they were friend her foe. So she crept to the secret staircase to the basement and lifted the fake floorboards. Shaking, she stepped under the house and closed the hatch, waiting..
#3
fs_kullkoth
fs_kullkoth
-
- Guests
Posted 06 February 2010 - 17:52
Carpenter had roamed the city, the nightmares of the town began to dissappear as the sun began to rise. Carpenter surveyed the town one last time, blood stained the streets and buildings while more heinous gore coated the insides of the houses. The Gaunt figure crept into the shadows of the forest and slowly faded from view, any travelers to come to this once lively and friendly village will be haunted by the attrocities. As Carpenter dissappeared so too did the bodies, only the gore of thier deaths were left in the town. An eerie breeze swept though the desolate town, only the most prepared would have survived.
1 user(s) are reading this topic
0 members, 1 guests, 0 anonymous users