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Ringmaster
Guest
"Lady Isabelle Ruth Monteviere. Apprentice to the Wizard, known to this council as "Mentor." You stand accused of collaboration, accessory to dark magic and of consorting with forces to conspire against the White Council in time of war. How do you plead?"
It all seemed much too magical, didn't it? Even despite the war between the White Council and the Red Court of Vampires. Learning the ways of magic, from a man who had always been kind and respectful.
"Mentor" they called him. Wise man, councilor. You couldn't have hoped for a better teacher. Now the names they call him are rife with other meaning, all not good for the likes of you.
"Traitor."
"Liar."
Of course, you and I know better, don't we? Someone like the Mentor, to those who truly knew him? They knew him to be steadfastly loyal. A beacon of solidarity in the life of magic he had chosen. Just as willing, to extend a hand and dry the tears of a frightened child then, as he had for you. It seems like so very long ago now, doesn't it?
Now you've become a pariah, someone tarnished with the same brush so to speak. The Wardens stare your way with deep set suspicion and sooner or later, fear will out.
They will take you.
And they will drain you dry, for any information they can squeeze out of you. Especially Warden Fury. He's the sort of person that such time as these tend to churn out. His methods, brutal. His ways, cruel to match the enemies they face. Some applaud it, thinking it right and proper.
Others are uneasy, but they lie to themselves.
"Just for a little while longer. Then when he's no longer needed, he'll step down."
Your options are limited at this point my dear.
You're going to need my help.
Call it a favor for a favor. I can't do much directly of course.
But I can guide you to those who can.
So smile dear child!
The dream...Memory? It pulls away and from the landscape of nothing, it appears. As big as a mountain, as small as a mole hill. In one eye, the sun shone bright and in the other, the moon. And as it stared down at you, it did the most terrifying thing imaginable.
It smiled.
And trust in me! Ahahahahaahahahaha!
And in that moment, you awoke. You're still in bed, still under a strange house arrest. Its been three days since your interview, the Wardens are needed elsewhere, but at least one is here. As well as two apprentices.
Texas.
You remember a road sign. This ranch house is lonely if well stocked, the idea being that even if you evaded the guards, what then?
The closest civilization is miles away. It seems hopeless, but not entirely so. You still have your equipment and your knowledge. Mentor didn't raise an entirely hopeless student.
And outside, a coyote howls long and clear. An omen.
One thing is absolutely clear. You're not going to clear your name, or your Mentor just sitting here. You need to escape. You need a plan.
......Which is much easier said then done.
Just fill out the profile here.
Name:
Race(Wizard, Damphir, etc):
Age:
Skills:
Spells(If any):
Main Weapon/Casting Focus:
Equipment(This starts out empty and gets filled out as the RP continues. You can have one personal item though. Something significant to the PC.):
Short Profile:
And you're done. Heh.
Schnee Corp Lawyer as Lady Isabelle Ruth Monteviere. A wizard of dubious social skills and untapped power.
Saint Guillotine as the GM.
"Lady Isabelle Ruth Monteviere. Apprentice to the Wizard, known to this council as "Mentor." You stand accused of collaboration, accessory to dark magic and of consorting with forces to conspire against the White Council in time of war. How do you plead?"
It all seemed much too magical, didn't it? Even despite the war between the White Council and the Red Court of Vampires. Learning the ways of magic, from a man who had always been kind and respectful.
"Mentor" they called him. Wise man, councilor. You couldn't have hoped for a better teacher. Now the names they call him are rife with other meaning, all not good for the likes of you.
"Traitor."
"Liar."
Of course, you and I know better, don't we? Someone like the Mentor, to those who truly knew him? They knew him to be steadfastly loyal. A beacon of solidarity in the life of magic he had chosen. Just as willing, to extend a hand and dry the tears of a frightened child then, as he had for you. It seems like so very long ago now, doesn't it?
Now you've become a pariah, someone tarnished with the same brush so to speak. The Wardens stare your way with deep set suspicion and sooner or later, fear will out.
They will take you.
And they will drain you dry, for any information they can squeeze out of you. Especially Warden Fury. He's the sort of person that such time as these tend to churn out. His methods, brutal. His ways, cruel to match the enemies they face. Some applaud it, thinking it right and proper.
Others are uneasy, but they lie to themselves.
"Just for a little while longer. Then when he's no longer needed, he'll step down."
Your options are limited at this point my dear.
You're going to need my help.
Call it a favor for a favor. I can't do much directly of course.
But I can guide you to those who can.
So smile dear child!
The dream...Memory? It pulls away and from the landscape of nothing, it appears. As big as a mountain, as small as a mole hill. In one eye, the sun shone bright and in the other, the moon. And as it stared down at you, it did the most terrifying thing imaginable.
It smiled.
And trust in me! Ahahahahaahahahaha!
And in that moment, you awoke. You're still in bed, still under a strange house arrest. Its been three days since your interview, the Wardens are needed elsewhere, but at least one is here. As well as two apprentices.
Texas.
You remember a road sign. This ranch house is lonely if well stocked, the idea being that even if you evaded the guards, what then?
The closest civilization is miles away. It seems hopeless, but not entirely so. You still have your equipment and your knowledge. Mentor didn't raise an entirely hopeless student.
And outside, a coyote howls long and clear. An omen.
One thing is absolutely clear. You're not going to clear your name, or your Mentor just sitting here. You need to escape. You need a plan.
......Which is much easier said then done.
Your room door is unlocked. The Wardens don't expect much resistance from someone like you and a cautious peek reveals that they appear to be in deep conversation. A perfect chance to overhear news, if you so wished.
Or you could use this opportunity to sneak out your window. Only fifteen feet high, you won't break any bones.
Maybe. Though to do so would mean to sneak out with only what you manage to scavenge in your room.
The choice is yours.
It all seemed much too magical, didn't it? Even despite the war between the White Council and the Red Court of Vampires. Learning the ways of magic, from a man who had always been kind and respectful.
"Mentor" they called him. Wise man, councilor. You couldn't have hoped for a better teacher. Now the names they call him are rife with other meaning, all not good for the likes of you.
"Traitor."
"Liar."
Of course, you and I know better, don't we? Someone like the Mentor, to those who truly knew him? They knew him to be steadfastly loyal. A beacon of solidarity in the life of magic he had chosen. Just as willing, to extend a hand and dry the tears of a frightened child then, as he had for you. It seems like so very long ago now, doesn't it?
Now you've become a pariah, someone tarnished with the same brush so to speak. The Wardens stare your way with deep set suspicion and sooner or later, fear will out.
They will take you.
And they will drain you dry, for any information they can squeeze out of you. Especially Warden Fury. He's the sort of person that such time as these tend to churn out. His methods, brutal. His ways, cruel to match the enemies they face. Some applaud it, thinking it right and proper.
Others are uneasy, but they lie to themselves.
"Just for a little while longer. Then when he's no longer needed, he'll step down."
Your options are limited at this point my dear.
You're going to need my help.
Call it a favor for a favor. I can't do much directly of course.
But I can guide you to those who can.
So smile dear child!
The dream...Memory? It pulls away and from the landscape of nothing, it appears. As big as a mountain, as small as a mole hill. In one eye, the sun shone bright and in the other, the moon. And as it stared down at you, it did the most terrifying thing imaginable.
It smiled.
And trust in me! Ahahahahaahahahaha!
And in that moment, you awoke. You're still in bed, still under a strange house arrest. Its been three days since your interview, the Wardens are needed elsewhere, but at least one is here. As well as two apprentices.
Texas.
You remember a road sign. This ranch house is lonely if well stocked, the idea being that even if you evaded the guards, what then?
The closest civilization is miles away. It seems hopeless, but not entirely so. You still have your equipment and your knowledge. Mentor didn't raise an entirely hopeless student.
And outside, a coyote howls long and clear. An omen.
One thing is absolutely clear. You're not going to clear your name, or your Mentor just sitting here. You need to escape. You need a plan.
......Which is much easier said then done.
Just fill out the profile here.
Name:
Race(Wizard, Damphir, etc):
Age:
Skills:
Spells(If any):
Main Weapon/Casting Focus:
Equipment(This starts out empty and gets filled out as the RP continues. You can have one personal item though. Something significant to the PC.):
Short Profile:
And you're done. Heh.
Schnee Corp Lawyer as Lady Isabelle Ruth Monteviere. A wizard of dubious social skills and untapped power.
Saint Guillotine as the GM.
"Lady Isabelle Ruth Monteviere. Apprentice to the Wizard, known to this council as "Mentor." You stand accused of collaboration, accessory to dark magic and of consorting with forces to conspire against the White Council in time of war. How do you plead?"
It all seemed much too magical, didn't it? Even despite the war between the White Council and the Red Court of Vampires. Learning the ways of magic, from a man who had always been kind and respectful.
"Mentor" they called him. Wise man, councilor. You couldn't have hoped for a better teacher. Now the names they call him are rife with other meaning, all not good for the likes of you.
"Traitor."
"Liar."
Of course, you and I know better, don't we? Someone like the Mentor, to those who truly knew him? They knew him to be steadfastly loyal. A beacon of solidarity in the life of magic he had chosen. Just as willing, to extend a hand and dry the tears of a frightened child then, as he had for you. It seems like so very long ago now, doesn't it?
Now you've become a pariah, someone tarnished with the same brush so to speak. The Wardens stare your way with deep set suspicion and sooner or later, fear will out.
They will take you.
And they will drain you dry, for any information they can squeeze out of you. Especially Warden Fury. He's the sort of person that such time as these tend to churn out. His methods, brutal. His ways, cruel to match the enemies they face. Some applaud it, thinking it right and proper.
Others are uneasy, but they lie to themselves.
"Just for a little while longer. Then when he's no longer needed, he'll step down."
Your options are limited at this point my dear.
You're going to need my help.
Call it a favor for a favor. I can't do much directly of course.
But I can guide you to those who can.
So smile dear child!
The dream...Memory? It pulls away and from the landscape of nothing, it appears. As big as a mountain, as small as a mole hill. In one eye, the sun shone bright and in the other, the moon. And as it stared down at you, it did the most terrifying thing imaginable.
It smiled.
And trust in me! Ahahahahaahahahaha!
And in that moment, you awoke. You're still in bed, still under a strange house arrest. Its been three days since your interview, the Wardens are needed elsewhere, but at least one is here. As well as two apprentices.
Texas.
You remember a road sign. This ranch house is lonely if well stocked, the idea being that even if you evaded the guards, what then?
The closest civilization is miles away. It seems hopeless, but not entirely so. You still have your equipment and your knowledge. Mentor didn't raise an entirely hopeless student.
And outside, a coyote howls long and clear. An omen.
One thing is absolutely clear. You're not going to clear your name, or your Mentor just sitting here. You need to escape. You need a plan.
......Which is much easier said then done.
Your room door is unlocked. The Wardens don't expect much resistance from someone like you and a cautious peek reveals that they appear to be in deep conversation. A perfect chance to overhear news, if you so wished.
Or you could use this opportunity to sneak out your window. Only fifteen feet high, you won't break any bones.
Maybe. Though to do so would mean to sneak out with only what you manage to scavenge in your room.
The choice is yours.