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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 2:34 pm
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The change in seasons from a muggy heat to a blistering cold takes a toll on the land. A sinkhole has appeared in the Swamp. It's not unusual, the land tempered by the seasons, but what is worth spreading the news is what the gaping hole revealed: a veritable trove of the dead, skeletons of kin and creatures alike spread through a few acres of the Swamp. Some say it's a remnant of the Flood, preserved until the land shifted and yielded it's harvest; some day it's something more sinister. No matter the truth of it, your kin has heard tale, whisper or has experienced coming across the upturned graveyard and, despite the danger of sinkholes, has come to do what they will. Commune with the dead*? Cause trouble? Bury the upturned? Do your business quickly, for the next slough could be 'neath your hooves... (( *OOC Note: Please keep in mind when RPing if you are 'interacting' with the spirits, they cannot tell your kin anything your kin doesn't already know. This means no godmodding (learning information otherwise unknowable, learning the 'truth' of what happened, etc). 'Talking to the dead' means, ICly, your kin is most likely hallucinating, high, or under the influence of some other means of self-perception, as it's not a thing that can be proven decisively one way or the other. Remember to have fun with the possibilities and respect everyone's methods - even if the kin aren't so considerate! ))Participants . ☠ . AgendaInspiration
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 2:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 2:35 pm
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Goals
This is where we list what you might want to achieve with the ORP, if you need a point of RP, interaction or somewhere to start! Just let me know in a quote in your first post what you'd like to put here and I'll add it.
If you can help with a goal, just quote the person in your post. (IE, for Grave, you can just quote me when they're performing their rite/ritual/etc, even if they don't interact with Grave himself, etc).
Bones of the Forgotten's Goal ChrystaliI'd like Grave to see how other kin 'deal with the dead.' If your kin has a ritual, a preference, some means of burial or celebration, I'd like Grave to see it!
Zikwa Trio Goal RuriskaMy trio are here to do their Zikwa thing and pass on some of their knowledge about death to Locust.
Kiss of Death's Goal FrostyPeachesKiss' goal is to find a better use for having a pile of bones. Knowing a bit about rituals, lores, or myths could give her interest in bones a deeper meaning.
Whimsical Decay Kaluna SkunkWhim's goals here are to meet as many spirits as she can, and perhaps also make a friend or two with someone who's actually alive.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 3:26 pm
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Of course he was here. He heard the cries of the unearthed dead as surely as he heard his own voice. Grave had practically galloped through the Swamp despite warnings of slough and sinkholes, answering the call of his purpose -- this is what he was born to do. This was it.
If ever there was a time in Grave's life that his Dream melded with reality, it was then, staring out over the expanse of shivering waters and bones reaching skyward like twisted boughs. The gravity of the amount of death was palpable in the air, a taste of new turned earth and old bones. It was practically home, this vision of change and decay. He had a lot of work to do.
Once his hooves touched the shallow water, he was more careful about his movements, sliding more than stepping. He didn't want to crack a bone or step on something that would need sorting, placing, burying -- ah, what a day to be alive!
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 8:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 10:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 11:20 pm
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Clear as Day could not see the sink hole. Something one would not think unusual, for she was a zikwa without eyes, not uncommon really. But while she could not truly see, in her mind’s eye she saw the myriad or energies coursing around her. She felt the radiant glow of life in all things more clearly than she expected others saw it with their eyes.
But it was this absence of energy that drew her. Life was noisy, consuming even, but as she stood at the edge of the hole, there was only a quiet simmer of life. Insects mostly, along with a few birds, had moved in to investigate. In hopes of scavenging some kind of remains she suspected. Epitome, her cave worm companion, was already making his way down the slope.
She’d thought to follow him, only find her attention owned by a group of zikwa, an elder doe and buck and a far younger doe, closer to her age. They stood too far from her to properly hear what they spoke of but Clarity was inclined to make herself known to them.
Raised by her kimeti mother, she didn’t know much of other zikwa, and asides from her sister, she’d only ever happened to notice others alone, like herself. She’d perhaps thought her race to be of solitary nature, but this group was clearly bonded, they felt in tune with one another.
Noticing her direction, Epitome half followed her around as Clarity traced the sink hole’s perimeter. The worm would keep her in sight, but remained focused on it’s task of turning over bones and bodies, checking them for flesh now arrived at the hole’s soft watery floor.
Ruriska I would love for Clear as Day to soak in some zikwa lore if they will take another under their wing? *o*
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 4:46 pm
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Clear as Day found herself unusually nervous, social situations were not her forte sure, but usually she didn't bother herself with attempts to fit in. This zikwa however, they were her kind. Somehow she felt more akin to them than her own family had.
As reached them, she found herself struggling to find a word of greeting. Usually she only spoke if there was something to answer and very occasionally, to ask. Her thoughts were further stalled as her mind's eye took notice of the growing gathering of kin, a few feeling a touch odd, one feeling... very different. Their presence was blaring compared to all else. Was someone on fire? She couldn't smell anything out of the usual, aside from the long dead. Never mind that, she needed to speak.
"Hello." The word finally came to her as she moved to stand beside the group. There was more, she was sure, that she'd like to say. She just couldn't pin any one thought down.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 5:04 pm
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She was a collector of bones. Each time a carcass was found, she would play with it, clean it, and play with it some more. And if she had time to spare, she would bring them all back to her lair.
Her hobby grew over time, her fascination growing along with her, but upon seeing a small group of kin in the distance, she had a feeling they were there to find bones or have a small gathering of some sort.
On she went, trampling on dead plants and moist earth. Strangers she was not afraid of. It felt rather nice to see new faces around the swamp. Perhaps they could teach her more of what bones could be used for...
Quote: OOC : Kiss' goal is to find a better use for having a pile of bones. Knowing a bit about rituals, lores, or myths could give her interest in bones a deeper meaning.
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