Ravenloft (Gothic Fantasy) RP Ch. V "Labarinth"

[J.Kudo]

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . RAVENLOFT . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .The Realm of Dread. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Byond the mortal senses, byond your reality there lurks a boundless plane. It permiates your world and fills the void between worlds. It is the border between the lands of the living dead and of the dead. There mind and matter become one; thought and passion, fear and yearning, can become more tangible than iron. It is the Ethereal Plane.

Somewehre, lurking deep within those etheric mists, a dark and nameless dimension is ruled by dark and nameless powers. Some say it is a prison for the damned; some say it is a crucible to test the virtuous. Others simply call it home. It is a land of mist and shadow, love and death, sacrifice and seduction, beauty and horror. It is a land of whispered fears made manefest. It is the realm of dread.

Perhaps you have felt its touch. Tendrils of the ethereal mists reach out and caress the material plane. They stroke the skin at the back of your neck when a floorboard warns you are not alone in the dark. Their invisible fingers crawldown your spine when inhuman shadows rustle at the edges of your vision.

The mists do more than merely caress. The Dark Powers are drawn to innocence and villany, to loathing and desire, to obsession and despair. They seek out squandered Dreams and inner demons. They savor the decay of the spirit. Their Mists snatch up fiends at the moment of their ruin and steal upon heros in times of doubt.

To what end to the Dark Powers add these souls to their tarnished collection? To torment them? To purify them? None can say, for few souls drawn into the realm of dread ever leave to tell the tale. Yet perhaps you wil soon learn for youself, tor tonight, the Mists have come for you.

Welcome to the Land of Mists. Welcome to the crusible of virtue and the spoils of damnation. Welcome to the Realm of Dread.

Welcome to Ravenloft "
- Ravenloft Players Guide - Chapeter I - The world of Ravenloft.
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Okay now that that introduction is out of the way and if you got this far you are probably interested, I have decided to start an RP set in the Dungeons and Dragons realm of Ravenloft - The land of Dread.

This will require no knowledge of Dugeons and Dragons so don't worry. Everything neccecary will be decribed here.

This will be a Gothic Horror/Fantasy/Adventure RP, and will preferaly maintain standards of an R rated movie.
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Information about Ravenloft.
There are a few major components of Ravenloft, the Mists, the Dark Powers and the Darklords, as well as their Domains.

Darklords are those who have fallen so far into the Dark Power's grip that they have become cursed to the point that realms have come around them in which they are forced to suffer an etheral life of which their soul is tormented by their greatest unatainabl desire for all etehrnity. In addition many of the realms are extremely small and steeped in solitude. Any Darklord can close the borders of their domain from escape, trapping those who wander in unawares under forces such as lethal poisoing to eternal walkign in circles.

In Ravenloft, these Mists assume a life of their own. The Ravenloft Mists act as the claws of the Dark Powers. Every child in Ravenloft knows of the Misty Border, the churning walls of Mist that surround and isolate domains and clusters. A traveler who enters the Misty Border hoping to reach another domain quickly finds herself engulfed by a netherworld of obscuring white fog. Direction and distance become meaningless; they have no control over direction. Unless they find an appropriate escort.

The Dark Powers are virtually unkown to the inhabitants of Ravenloft however have theri hands in evrythign from the creation of the Domains to the mists themselves. They are both good and evil and noone can be sure what their true goals are, or what true form they take.


DIfferent Domains have various cultural levels ranging from Stone Age to Renessance, technology will be equivalnet to the realm, with technologies from other realms being extremely rare.

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Characters
Okay, finally right? There are a good number of races that can be played in ravenloft, at least that I will be using as PC (Pleyer-Character) races (Just to keep thigns flavorful, this IS after all a high-Fantasy setting)

Calibans - Calibans are physically powerful but
misshapen humanoids. No two Calibans look
alike, but common deformities include twisted
backs or limbs, asymmetrical features, bristly skin,
or tusklike teeth. Calibans are widely considered
brutish, savage creatures; their name is a
corruption of "cannibal,"
(Higher Strength then average, however have a generally lower Dexterity or Intilect. generally)

Dwarves - are stout and live in mountains and are as strong as them as well. They usually become powerful combatants and weaponsmiths, as well as miners and are said to have great ties to the earth. Also known for their courage.
(Generally stronger than most, however are also shorter.)

Elves - Two seemingly unrelated elven societies exist in Ravenloft. The elves of Darkon tend to have dark hair and eyes of green, violet, or gray. Elves from the domain of Sithicus all share the traits of silvery hair and amber eyes. Known for longevity and skill they are excelent at many thigns.

Half-Elves - Born from human and elven parents they share some of the traits of their elven blood as well as soem from theri human parantage. Their longevity becomes a curse as they will outlive thier human loved ones but die before thier elven ones.

Halflings - Halflings are tiny humanoids, easily mistaken at first glance for human children. Halflings do
possess a childlike curiosity about the world around them, which often expresses itself as wanderlust. Halflings prefer simple, comfortable garb.

Half-Vistani (or giogoto, in the Vistani patterna) are the result of a union between a Vistana and a human. Unlike the other special races of Ravenloft, half-Vistani are entirely human. Broken homes are the giogoto's birthright; due to their parantage.

humans make over 80% of ravenloft's population. Due to the nature of the realm many humans haven't ever seen anyone of a different race creating massive Xenophobia and superstitions.

Half-Fiends These are extremely rare creatures whihc require either a demon or devil to mate with a human (usually however not alway this involves a succubus or incubus) and produce even rareer offspring. These creatures are shuned due to their parantage and appearance, usually carrying wings, red eyes, and clawlike hands, sometimes even horns or hoved feet. They have amny abilties as well, such as desecrating regions and producing a region of darkness around them, very powerful half-fiends can even produce blasts of hellfire or abyssyl energies that can desintigrate thigns, however it is extremely draining for even the most powerful, due to their non-demon blood, in addition doing this causes the dark powers to become attarcted to them as possible cantidates for their own Domains.

Half-Dragons Born from rare matings between humanoids and dragons in a humanoid form, they take on several dragonic traits, gainin increased strength, claws, and in some cases wings. In addition they gain the ability to use the breath weapon of their dracoinc parantage (Fire/ Cold/ Acid/ Electricity) and also gain scales covering parts of their body corresponding to the gragons color (Fire (Gold/red) Acid (Black/Bronse) Cold (Silver/White) Electricity (Brass/Green).


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The evil inhabitants of Ravenloft
It is a wild adventure we are on. Here, as we are rushing along through the darkness, with the cold from the river seeming to rise up and strike us, with all the mysterious voices of the night around us, it all comes home. We seem to be drifting into unknown ways. Into a whole world of dark and dreadful things.
- Bram Stoker, Dracula (1897)
Vampire Powerful undead with a thirst for blood of mortals. Capable of commading the lesser creatures of the night (Rats, bats, and wolves). They oare also capable of powerful mental domination through a magical hypnosis which renders their victims helpless. Immune to most forms of damage as well only blessed, and silvered weapons seem to have any effect. It is said that a steak through the heart can kill a vampire however some of the mroe powerful breeds are merely imobilised by this method. Certain magical weapons seem to also have this effect. They are also weak to sunlight of both a mundane and magical variety, however in many domins where they are Darklords the sun never shines. Running water is said to weaken them greatly however it is less prevalent than many wish it to be. Some are even capable of becoming invisible, and otehrs are even unaffected by sunlight, or can create mists taht hypnotise mortals, however these traits are only present in the most ancient and powerful vampires.

Ghosts Ghosts are the trapped souls of deceased creatures. According to van Richten's theory the interaction between the emotion and the ethereal can serve as a barrier in the event of an emotionaly charged death. Preventing the soul from escaping to antoehr realm. Ghosts are tormended by the circumstances fo thier deaths. Teh emotion released during a ghost's creation charges the ghost with power. Only unusual circumvention such as that of the Dark Powers can increase a ghost's strength byond that of its creation.

Lowly ghosts can only act as observers tormented by th events occoring and unable to escape their fate, while powerful ghosts can interact and become dangerous to those around them. Capable of even using their presence to create illusions and call upon deathly frightening images for it's victims which can kill the weak minded.

Ghosts may be turned by clerics with a holy symbol and holy or specilised weapons can affect them as well. Magic has different effects on ghosts than it does on mortals.

LichesLiches are undead spellcasters and cannot be blineded by any effect, even magical ones, and no darkness can limit their vision. They are lords of the undead and can take control of and command any lesser undead. They also have varying powers between them, from assuming alternate forms to creating structures of bone at will (Provided there are enough bones around) They can summon a wave of cold or coppy any spells used agaisnt them. Some are immune to metalic weapons and others emit a poisonous aura. They can use any skulls around them to see and hear out of, and can heal rapidly, however only the most powerful of them posess all of these abilites, most only posess one or two. the only ones all have are the unparalelled sight and control of lesser undead.


Lycanthropes Mortals which change into vicious beasts during the proper circumstances (Usually during a full moon but others have been known especialy when the affliction was caused by a curse.) Known forms have been lions, tigers, bears, rats, and most commonly wolves.

Constructs A construct is a being created and given life by a spellcaster or otehr great power. They are oten called Clockworks and Golems. The most feared of which are the Dread Golems, which have been given telepathy and sentience by the Dark Powers. Sometimes they even develop various otehr ablites as well. These include a diseased touch and an ability to recover from almost any wound. They can sometimes climb like spiders and drain the life from those they touch. Again, only the most powerful will have all of these abilties, and most only posess one.

other threats To save time I won't continue here bu there are many other foes to be ware of, from fiends to hags to zombies ghouls and various other undead, mummies etc. Even various corrupted Hags and the Vistani, fortunelling people born from within the mists..

- There are many more varieties of creatures however these are the ones that are appropriate for use by players, the others are dread beasts and mindless undead, animals etc.
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Classes

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there ’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
- William Shakespeare, King Henry V Quote Act iii. Scene 1.

These are general descriptions of character types, and can be mixed and matched. within your character concept and of course fitting with your character's history.

Bard - These people are the stroytellers and musicians of the world, able to facinate others with their song and soem legendary bards were able to attaract great followings, in large areas, however due to the nature of ravenloft not more than in tehri own Domains. (PM me about additional infromation that could be of use in this class)

Cleric - These spellcsaters draw upon power granted by their deity to gain power and defeat their diety's enemies. (PM me for a lsit of dietys and other information if desired) They also gain 2 domains appropriate to their deity which grant them additional spells and unique powers. THey also have the power to turn undead (Make them flee/becoem destroyed (Only good-Aligned deity's) or Rebuke (Take control of) them (Evil Deitys).

Druid - These are spellcasters whih are masters of the wild, they protect nature and call upon it's forces they can take the forms of animals and the legendary druids could even take the forms of elementals themselves. (PM me about spellcasting if you plan on playing this class)

Fighter - The name says it all, they fight and they fight well, very well, and are all types of warirors that specilize in a type of weapon.

Rogue - Theives, Asassins, and any other stealy backstabbing character is a rogue, they can disarm traps as easily as they can lay them and they can deliver deadly blowas with a stab in the back, however aren't experts in direct combat.

Sorcerer/Wizard - These characters are the "Traditaional" Spellcasters, drawign upon imborn abilitty (Sorcerer) or Learned Knowledge (Wizards). (PM me about spels)

Okay so that's the basic information about classes, as you can guess based on the PM requests there's a bit more infomation on this. I'm not going to include too many more details becasue that would take even longer to read.
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Weapons, Armor, and Equipment

weapons in Ravenloft range from Stone ange weapons to Renessance weapons, however beginning in a Medeval period Domain weapons are expected to be appropriate, unless detailed in backstroy, just for realisim's sake, as said before, finding a longsword in a stone-age period Domain is very rare, as noone in that domain (Save perhaps the Darklord) would know how to forge one.

Magic weapons and other items are acceptable as well, however put something about their aquisition in your backstory (adds more for me to work with later when waeving a story ya know...).
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Due to the very nature of this RP I would like certain thigns to be considered when making a cahracter:
Gender:
Race:
Class:
Appearance:
Famlily:
Greatest love:
Greatest Regret:
Fears:
Facinations:
Habbits:
Secrets:
Rational or Passionate:
Strength of faith:
Self-Confidence:
What DRIVES the character and makes them want to travel:
Past events:
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We will start in the Falkovia. A land covered in temperate forests and plains. Falkovnia (fol-KOV-ni-a) is a sinister
realm crushed by the iron fist of military tyranny. It is a region of rolling lowlands swathed in dark forests. The woods are wild, shadowy places filled with vicious predators and unspeakable horrors. The towering trees of Falkovnia have bark so dark it is nearly black. In the eastern parts of the realm, dead trees are unusually common. Stripped of leaves and bark.

Falkovnia's cities are dark and unfriendly, free of any aesthetic sensibility whatsoever. Homes and shops are squat, efficient structures of unfinished timber and brick stacked densely next to one another. Stone city walls and fortresses are towering, gray, and featureless. Garbage, offal,
and mud cover every surface, and the air swarms with horseflies and yellow jackets. Falkovnia's climate is one of extremes, characterized by bitter winters and hot, humid summers.

Major Settlements: Aerie (pop. 2,600) = Starting region of domain, Lekar (pop. 15,900), Morfenzi (pop. 1,500), Silverbas (5,800), Stangengrad (pop. 6,500) The Folk: Population — 64,300. Humans 93%, Halflings 2%, Half-Elves 3%, Elves 1%, Other 1%. Languages — Falkovnian,* Darkonese, Balok, Mordentish, Halfling, Gnome,
Elven, Dwarven. Religions — Hala, Ezra. Falkovnians are fair skinned and usually visibly underfed and overworked. Dark blond to medium brown hair is typical, as are hazel to deep
brown eyes, though green eyes are not unheard of. Men wear their hair in savage crew cuts, while women grow their hair long, wild, and unkempt. Falkovnians dress in deliberately drab clothing; to stand out is to draw the attention of the realm's soldiers, which can mean death or worse.

Falkovnian merchants — guarded by Falkovnian soldiers, of course — maintain trade outposts throughout the domains of the Core. The exportation of cereals generates a king's ransom for Drakov, which he then uses to fund the maintenance of the army.This vital contribution aside, Vlad Drakov (The Darklord of the Domain) has made it quite clear that his is to be a throne of conquest. The mercenary-king has tried his hand at invading every bordering realm at one time or
another.
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the evils of Ravenloft:
In Ravenloft anyone could call upon the Dark forces and punish somone therein, assuming that they can get their attention first. These curses can range from a nusance (having red eyes at night), to something truly horrid (Becoming a vampire whenever you fall in love, destined to kill all those you love for sustinace),

In addition there is almost no place fo refuge from one type of tyrant to another, it could best be decribed as a life many would choose the pits over, and even in death sometimes the inhabitants cannot escape its torments.
((What a cheery place ain't it?))
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final notes

In DnD there is a DM (Dungeon Master) who sets the stage for the Roleplay and generaly provides information and controls the major villans. ((That's my role...)).
I'll begin posting the opening situation in about 24 hours, which should be enough toime for all those interested in joining to join)
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Example Character:

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Elf

Class: Fighter

Appearance: Dark brown hair with unusual red eyes, he stands 5'6" tall and sports a sword on his back, which is forged to his size. His clothes are of a dab grey, and he has horrid calouses on his hnds and a deep scar across his cheek, he is also missign a finger on his left hand.

Famlily: He is the 1st child of 4 and his mother died in childbirth of his youngest sister Shiara (Now 8 ). His father Obero was greif-stricken by the oocourance however attempted to make do and worked hard as a farmer to gain money to support his family under their tyranical rule. His yonger brother Alan(14)was born second and works with his father trying to help him, as well as his eldest sister Tyra (13).

What is your Greatest love: His family and his sword.

Greatest Regret: Ever joining the Darklord's army.

Fears: That the Darklord will come after his family. Dragons, and vampires.

Facinations: The darkness that lies within him and others.

Habbits: Scratching the stub of his finger. (Pahntom Limb Syndrome)

Secrets: He has a family near the city of Morfenzi.

Rational or Passionate: In between, he is rational about most things however passionate at protecting hose who are weak.

Strength of faith: Wavering, he has seen many terrible things and has been a victim of many himself, however thsi has also afirmed his derermination to attempt to end the tyrnay of Ravenloft and break free.

Self-Confidence: Strong however when encountered by sights of horror or other painful sights he becomes wavering in confidence.

What DRIVES the character and makes them want to travel: In an attempt to distance himself from his homelant for the safety of his family and find ways to fight the Darklord's army.

Past events:
At a young age his mother died at childbirth.
At the age of only 13 he was conscripted to the local army under penalty of death if he refused.
In one battle he was forced to fight against a dragon he watched his entire group of comrades become slaughtered in front of his eyes, which caused him to run away, his comander punished him for his cowardice by making him cut off the ring finger of his left hand, and making him dip it into the camp's water supply as a public display as to how coawrdice wouldn't be tolerated. He did however in this display laso become cusrsed to hbear red eyes as a result of the weapon he used, a cursed dagger, every night he has to view the scene of the knife slicing his finger off ten times. The dragon was slain three days later at a cost of over 500 men, they were required to carry all of its horde to a huge stach of wealth, byond imagination. Two years later he ran away form the army after refusign to behead his friend for not paying their taxes, sonone else did the deed then slashed his face creatign a large scar on his cheek. He left the town quickly taking with him only his sword and a horse, he is now living on the run fearing for his family's safety.

[J.Kudo]

In the hopes of developing interest in the RP I have made a few changes, added in a few other Races, changed the main quote to one that is an actual introduction to the rRavenloft setting and corrected a numbr of spelling errors throughout the document (In no way does this mean I still don't make typos). Basicaly cheap marketing tactics, but if you are reading this and are interested in participating they worked, in the interest of the fact that noone responded I'm going to say antoher 24 hours.

[J.Kudo]

((I'll mkae an itroductory post for the first adventure I suppose...))

Tyrun stood up in his saddle, the dread stag's breath chilling the air around him, jsut the way he enjoyed it, bitter cold, like his heart, his cool dead heart. He dismissed the mount, a relic from his druid days, drifting freely down to his feet. It's time to hunt he thought ti himself, feelign a lust for blood. he was stariing out over a small city and he slowly moved twards it, shifting hsi form, another ability he had from his past, dropping off his cool dead form and changing his body to appear and feel like that of a mortal's. He changed his dress from his elegant black robes to drab gray clothing, and moved slowly twards the town, his hair now a deep brown and his eyes shining of a dusty gray. His skin fair and his face hansome, perfect, he thought to himself this would be an excelent hunt.
((End adventure introduction, btw, no PCs saw this and it was outside of the town of Aeire))

[Captain Corkscrew]

Name: Lazuli
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Lazuli was leaning next to one of her favoutite trees deep in the heart of the woods. Playing with her crystal necklace she was just taking a rest. She loved the woods, it was more of a nice little place for her to get away from evreyone, away from people that question her existance.

She never asked to be what she was, but she lives with it. Living with alot of things she wished never happened. Remembering the day she watched her parents die, be slaughtered by some angery farmer mob that hated who they were, it was an aweful thing.

Closing her eys, she tried to erase the thought, but even dwelling on it was a mistake, she could hear the screams of her mother as she trod her to get out now, nad take cover in the wood. The wood she was in now, that was where she had ran too. These woods have become her home, a place she felt safe.

Her family was only slaughtered that fearful summers day, because of how they looked and lived. It was her great grandfather's mother's fault they were what they were. It was her that had davild with things no mortal should ever even dream of looking into. What she had done that day, it was unforgaviable, so now her family wears the scars of her betrail. Cursed for eterinty.

How the curse worked was that as each new member of her family was born, they would be half human and half animal of some sort. Her father was part wolf, her mother was a human, but that doesn't make any difference. Lazuli though, she was half tiger.

Sitting next to the tree was becoming to prove tiresome. So she unsheathed her powerful claws and climbed the tree to sit atop and look out over the land. Being part human, she had long black and red hair, other then that, she just had a human stance. She never asked for being like this, and it cost her her parents lives, so she thought it best not to be near humans.

The forest though did give her enough food to live, having deer and other regular woodland animals around. Lazuli had gotten all she needed from them. Since she didn't live like most poeple, she didn't dress like most either. Using the deer hides from her kills, she had the privaledge to wear leather. She only wore a leather dress mainly, boots were useless, her large paws were much better for climbing and walking, they made little to no sound while wlking.

She could sprint rather fast, so she didn't need any arrows or any real weapons made by human hands. Just running, or leaping from a tree worked best, her powerful claws made the best knives, no man made blade worked better for her. Sitting in the tree, she just laid there and setteled in for a long rest, for she had just eaten a short time ago so she was fine for now. Allowing her tail to fall down, she laid on the tree branch, using her furry right arm as pillow she slwoly went to sleep, but was still awake enough to hear anything out of the ordinary.

[J.Kudo]

A group of men charge through the woods, their loud steel boots crushing a swath through the dead vines and underbrush moving twards Lazuli. One shouted "We have to kill SOMETHING the general doesn't like it when we don't." Their footsteps keep growing closer and closer to her location.

[Captain Corkscrew]

Twitching her left ear, she could hear someone appoching. Opening one eye very lazily, Lazuli woke up. Moving around in the tree, she listened harder for what ever was coming. She heard what the very loud men were saying.

Hearing them talk about needing to kill something, she looked around the woods. Searching with her ears more then her eyes. Searching for something for the men to kill aside from her. Knowing how close they were by the sound of their heavey boots, she spots a deer.

A rather large buck, a perfect thing to feed a hungery family with. Jumping to the next tree, she was just ready to lunge at the deer. Hearing the men still on her trial. Knowing how the male will react, she lunged for him. Wasn't aiming to kill it or even hurt it at all, just spook it. Making it run in the dirrection in which she had just come from, Lazuli had just landed on the ground in a crouching position next to where it had been feeding. Watching it run twards the men, she quickly climbed up another tree, then followed it, making sure it had come towards the men. She kept back enough to not be seen by the men even if she got close to them...

[J.Kudo]

"waht's that" one of the men shouted, in a gruff voice, another replied "Just a deer, it's not enough, but it was running from something, maybye we'll find our quarry up ahead." The men continued marching, the clatter of their armor turning into a low roar and the loud thwack of scabbards against the armor only added to the din. The smell of death began to linger in the area off to the west a hit of fresh soil seemed to appear in the undisturbed floor of the forest.

[Captain Corkscrew]

Hearing how the deer made no difference made her a bit uneasy.
***What could these men be searching to kill if a rather large buck is not enough...***
She thought, then moving up hight in the tree, she began to jump from limb to limb once more.

Moving farther from the men, but being so high up she was making some of the smaller branches and leaves shake as she kept going. Still searching for what would be a suitabel thing, she found a bear.
***Bears can make a rather large meal, maybe this will serve better...***
She thought, then with one large powerful jump, she landed on the bears back.

Claws digging in, the bear maoned with pain. Jumping off of it's back landing infront of it. She scared it enough for the bear to run off. running after it making a rather large and low growl behind it, she chassed into their general dirrection.

After a couple feet, she went back to her trees. Then incase the bear is not enough for the men, she continues to move father from the men. Not as high as before, she didn't make any sounds of scens of moving trees and leaves. She was close to the boarder of the trees, close to where the wood ended and the city would soon begin.

Not loving the whole idea of having to be in the city, but dreaded the thought of dieing to some man's blade even more. Weighing her opptions, she chose that poeple couldn't be any worse then dieing, she hoped...

[J.Kudo]

There was a cry from the wood and a roar from a beast, then a lood booming thud, as presumably the bear died. "Something must have attacked this bear," one of the men said, in another gruff voice. They then began to trapsed twards where Lazuli was, "these claw marks lead twards the city, and it looks like a nasty beast too, the master will be prod of this trophy" could be heared with a deep sadistic chuckle, then the din of a moving group of soldies reclaimed the sound again. The stench of blood also approaching with them.

[Captain Corkscrew]

Hearing the word "trophy", Lazuli just made a lil unimpressed snuff.
***I'm no ones "trophy", that's a disgrace...***
She thought, then as the smell of blood and death approched with the men and their foot steps aproching, the city was looking to be alot safer. The smell of blood and death is something she tried to stay away from. The blood was not even of the animals from the forest, is was rather unerving to her really.

Making one last lunge for a tree she knew very well. Lazuli had to leave the wood every now and then, so in aatree near the exit, but hidden in a hole from prieing eyes; she kept a cloak. Using it when ever she had to leave for this or that, she would wear her cloak to hide her face and her fur.

Digging it out, and putting it on, she jumped down from the tree. With one deep breath, she walked out of the woods. With the cloak hiding her unhumaness, she looked much like any person. Since all her fur and her tail was hidden, nothing looked out of the ordinary. The sleaves hung down father then her arms, so you couldn't see her paws.

With some hesitating steps, she was out of the woods. The sounds of the city, the smells it was nothing she ever liked and dispised. Walking much more normally, for a human now, she continued off into the city. As she walked out of the forest though, someone had done so before her. She didn't care that someone had passed through her woods, but was rather happy they were heading towards the city. Using who ever it was's foot prints, she walked into the city.

As she rememberd it, the city has cobble stone walk ways, easier for the horse drawn waggongs to go through. So she wasn't woried, her cloak dragged enough on the floor to hide her paws. She was well hiddin, since a human nose could not pick up her scent, she wasn't too worried. She just dind't like the thought of going into the city was all.

Bending down to admire what ever poeple selling, she didn't want to look too out place. So she just pretened to be interested, she was fitting in like she had a couple times before...

[J.Kudo]

Two guards dragged a man out of his home into the street, and began kicking him in front of the crow, then drove one of their blades through his hand, "This man touched me today!" the guard said, what a disgrace that somone so low would think they had the right to touch oune of the guard. He then left the man bloody in the street and waked off, re-sheathign his bloody sword. The people in the streets seemed to not notice, or not care, ignoring it as if it were commonplace.

The smell of garbage and fecies filled tha iar blotting out lesser scents and it covered many of the people. A child was walking with a tied off limb, dripping blood, as he passed her, no more than 4 years old. his face was pale and he seemed to have an almost skeletal body.

[Captain Corkscrew]

Lazuli had noticed that poeple were such evil things. I mean she knew she was half human, but to kill without need for food was just sick and evil. Allowing poeple to do it was even worse. But watching as the others didn't do anything, she figured she shouldn't either.

Watching the poor little boy walking by her, it saddened her how poeple live like this. This wasn't her home, so she best leave it how she came. Seh felt bad for how the poeple here had to live, but it wasn't her place to try anything. She had no monwy, or anything anyway, so she couldn't do much anyway. She just kept walking baou the city, mixing with all the poeple not to be noticed.

[J.Kudo]

The attrocities seemed to get worse as Lazuli got closer to the center of town, more and more people were living with missing limbs or horrid wounds, many of which were grotesquely infected, there were bodies lying in the gutter along with the sewage and one stirred and groaned as it awakened, apparantly asleep, all of whihc were covered in sewage and refuse.

A strange man walked past her vanishing too quickly into the crowd to allow her to see who exactly it was, but they had dusty gray haii and a very pale complection, as most in the city did. They had dropped a small piece of parchment to the ground in front of her with a small wooden spike through it.

[Captain Corkscrew]

The city was just revolting, Lazuli couldn't understand how poeple lived like this. The foul smells, the poor suffereing people, it was all horrible. She then was nudged as a man ran into her a bit.

Watching him drop his note, she pickd it up. Seeing it was sealed, she figured best not to open it. Looking for the man that had dropped it, she could see he was merged in with the crowd too much to find.

Not bineg one to follow humans, for anything but food she poketed the note, figuring she might run into him again. Then continued through the streets, atching her step since her feet were a very prized possen on hers.

[J.Kudo]

A young girl was movint thrugh the crowd begging people for help. and being ignored, a gurad was chasingafter her. Screaming "Get back here you [censored] I'll kil you now!" She was holding a small bag in her hand, which had specks of blood on it. She had black hair and violet eyes, her ears were swept back and slightly pointed.

[Captain Corkscrew]

Lazuli watched as the girl walked by her, then say the gaurd chase after her. She cuaght note of her ears,
***Half elf...***
She thought as she walked by her. Not having nay money or anything, she as of no use to the gilr. Best not to get involved she thought.
***The city is like the wood, don't touch if you mustent need too...***
She thought. Poeople dieing is the natural order of things, so like in the wood she was just a watcher. Walking about wondering if she may see the man agian tro gime him his lost item, then leave the city back for her real home...