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Ringmaster
Guest
Louisiana. New Orleans.
A body comes to New Orleans, first thing they see is the glitz and glamour. Well brotha, t'ain't too far from the truth. If you lookin' for a good time, ain't no betta place than the Mardi Gras state! But for others? Ah, its roots lie darker and deeper, like the trees in the bayou all twisted an' gnarled like a witches lie. Here in the Big Easy, oho- We know what the real power is. Its in the magic brought over during the slave trade, what found energy in the darkness of our history. Its in them traders and dat dere gods which found the swamps cool and welcoming, after their journey.
Its in the blood suckers what came, and the devil who rode after. N'awlins be a party boy and whether you gonna be eating at da table or be the dinner is a matter o' perspective. But where are my manners? Welcome to N'awlins.
Don't be a stranger, y'hear?
The Paranet- The online community of minor practioners and other magical beings is crying for help in New Orleans. Three people dead, all related to the magical community in what looks like motiveless killings. All from different walks from life and at least one who was a Mundane. New Orleans is in what looks like a police state now from the local powers, with everyone throwing accusations and making the current situation look like a powder keg. Only thing that's clear is that someone should do something.
Or a lot of people are going to die.
To that end, a Paranet user has set up an open thread requesting help from any outside sources and to meet her at a local eatery and inn known locally as the Cauldron. Its a Hidden eatery for Hidden folk, accorded neutral ground as well. A perfect meeting place for people to join up. Over the past week, several have agreed to come and so she waits on em all...
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Like what you see? Join the Moonlit World clan to join in!
Here is our Codex, for those interested in the setting.
And here is something regarding Magic and how it generally works in the setting.
I'd prefer OC's for this for personal taste, but will accept any canons who you feel we can fit in properly though keep in mind, as GM I reserve the right to refuse if a PC idea is too powerful or too out there. Second, the way skills work in this is personal taste- Using them will allow you to perform certain skills more easily and gain more knowledge from checks on them. Unskilled folk will engage in more trouble, like a non-hacker accidentally setting off a silent alarm for example. Things of that nature.
That said, a final word if you'll allow me.
I absolutely LOVE the Deep South. There's a lot of folklore tied in, as well as history and the setting allows for all sorts of things to be out there. Also, I was inspired by werewolf stories among other influences and the Ku Klux Klan are going to feature prominently as the villains of the piece. So with that, a little story to hint at things to come as well as get us in the Halloween mood.
Twas a while back, when Nawth an' South fought tooth an' nail. T'ain't saying there warnt no truth to the matter, but was a way of life- An' they thought it worth fighting for, though we know how that turned out. Didn't mean all dem Southerners were t'same. No sah! One of em worked t'underground railroad and remained in the South t'help slaves escape. All his household, well they done knew they were free but stayed behind to help him, that man named James Hawkins. 'Jimmy' they called him and eventually, he caught the eye of one of the plantation workers...And she caught him right back. Couldn't marry- Not in those days, but twas a sight for all to see. Some warn't too happy, mostly dem crotchy folk who shook their head at some white boi putting his hands on one o'dem or them white folk scandalized at some 'animal' what done took all his attention. Ha! Well, Jimmy and his love? They dun mind no one and as the war came to an end, he took her publicly as his wife in a bold move. Lot o' people warnt happy, no sah!
Lot o' people warnt happy at all, especially dem soldiers coming home.
A lot had gone rogue an' even warst. Looting and stealing, forming a society meant to preserve wat dey dun thought was 't'right o' ways' that they fought for. An' like all sad stories, it ended up coming to the door of the Hawkins plantation.
Dey hung his wife from a tree, and kilt all dem others. Only Jimmy and a few were away, trying to deal with their neighbors who were trying to cheat em. When they came back, was to everything gone. He had nothing left an' all dem fine friends who loved him when dey thought he was one o' dem? They looked t'other way, at a man with a Negress for a wife.
Dey say, he became an animal. Howling an' savage, tearing apart dem folk responsible for his wifes death till he chased de ringleader to Louisiana. Choked the living hell out o' him in de bayou all alone, an' with his dying breath dat man what killed his wife cursed him.
"You've lain with animals and so you shall become one. Cursed to be the monster you are, and all your whelps after!"
Jimmy came out of the bayou and turned himself into the authorities, eye all scarred from the leaders knife. Dey hung him, because it was different in dose days and well, the evidence was plain. Life had no mo' luster for dat poor man an' well...It seemed his troubles were over.
But when dat full moon came....Dey say his grave burst open, and he emerged a ravenous wolf wit one nasty scar over dem eye. An' he killed an' he killed, till he fled into the bayou where dey say, you can hear him howling to dis day. Still mourning t'loss of his wife and hungry for flesh and blood, under dat dere curse placed upon him.
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Name:
Race:
Occupation:
Height:
Weight:
Origin Story:
Racial Abilities and Weaknesses:
Skills: Pick ten of them, a list can be found here.
Magic: If capable of any. A list for inspiration and various types, can be found here.
Additional information on the current setting if you want ideas, can be found here.
The Deep South
@The Tactician @Michale CS @york @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer
A body comes to New Orleans, first thing they see is the glitz and glamour. Well brotha, t'ain't too far from the truth. If you lookin' for a good time, ain't no betta place than the Mardi Gras state! But for others? Ah, its roots lie darker and deeper, like the trees in the bayou all twisted an' gnarled like a witches lie. Here in the Big Easy, oho- We know what the real power is. Its in the magic brought over during the slave trade, what found energy in the darkness of our history. Its in them traders and dat dere gods which found the swamps cool and welcoming, after their journey.
Its in the blood suckers what came, and the devil who rode after. N'awlins be a party boy and whether you gonna be eating at da table or be the dinner is a matter o' perspective. But where are my manners? Welcome to N'awlins.
Don't be a stranger, y'hear?
The Paranet- The online community of minor practioners and other magical beings is crying for help in New Orleans. Three people dead, all related to the magical community in what looks like motiveless killings. All from different walks from life and at least one who was a Mundane. New Orleans is in what looks like a police state now from the local powers, with everyone throwing accusations and making the current situation look like a powder keg. Only thing that's clear is that someone should do something.
Or a lot of people are going to die.
To that end, a Paranet user has set up an open thread requesting help from any outside sources and to meet her at a local eatery and inn known locally as the Cauldron. Its a Hidden eatery for Hidden folk, accorded neutral ground as well. A perfect meeting place for people to join up. Over the past week, several have agreed to come and so she waits on em all...
---------
Like what you see? Join the Moonlit World clan to join in!
Here is our Codex, for those interested in the setting.
And here is something regarding Magic and how it generally works in the setting.
I'd prefer OC's for this for personal taste, but will accept any canons who you feel we can fit in properly though keep in mind, as GM I reserve the right to refuse if a PC idea is too powerful or too out there. Second, the way skills work in this is personal taste- Using them will allow you to perform certain skills more easily and gain more knowledge from checks on them. Unskilled folk will engage in more trouble, like a non-hacker accidentally setting off a silent alarm for example. Things of that nature.
That said, a final word if you'll allow me.
I absolutely LOVE the Deep South. There's a lot of folklore tied in, as well as history and the setting allows for all sorts of things to be out there. Also, I was inspired by werewolf stories among other influences and the Ku Klux Klan are going to feature prominently as the villains of the piece. So with that, a little story to hint at things to come as well as get us in the Halloween mood.
Twas a while back, when Nawth an' South fought tooth an' nail. T'ain't saying there warnt no truth to the matter, but was a way of life- An' they thought it worth fighting for, though we know how that turned out. Didn't mean all dem Southerners were t'same. No sah! One of em worked t'underground railroad and remained in the South t'help slaves escape. All his household, well they done knew they were free but stayed behind to help him, that man named James Hawkins. 'Jimmy' they called him and eventually, he caught the eye of one of the plantation workers...And she caught him right back. Couldn't marry- Not in those days, but twas a sight for all to see. Some warn't too happy, mostly dem crotchy folk who shook their head at some white boi putting his hands on one o'dem or them white folk scandalized at some 'animal' what done took all his attention. Ha! Well, Jimmy and his love? They dun mind no one and as the war came to an end, he took her publicly as his wife in a bold move. Lot o' people warnt happy, no sah!
Lot o' people warnt happy at all, especially dem soldiers coming home.
A lot had gone rogue an' even warst. Looting and stealing, forming a society meant to preserve wat dey dun thought was 't'right o' ways' that they fought for. An' like all sad stories, it ended up coming to the door of the Hawkins plantation.
Dey hung his wife from a tree, and kilt all dem others. Only Jimmy and a few were away, trying to deal with their neighbors who were trying to cheat em. When they came back, was to everything gone. He had nothing left an' all dem fine friends who loved him when dey thought he was one o' dem? They looked t'other way, at a man with a Negress for a wife.
Dey say, he became an animal. Howling an' savage, tearing apart dem folk responsible for his wifes death till he chased de ringleader to Louisiana. Choked the living hell out o' him in de bayou all alone, an' with his dying breath dat man what killed his wife cursed him.
"You've lain with animals and so you shall become one. Cursed to be the monster you are, and all your whelps after!"
Jimmy came out of the bayou and turned himself into the authorities, eye all scarred from the leaders knife. Dey hung him, because it was different in dose days and well, the evidence was plain. Life had no mo' luster for dat poor man an' well...It seemed his troubles were over.
But when dat full moon came....Dey say his grave burst open, and he emerged a ravenous wolf wit one nasty scar over dem eye. An' he killed an' he killed, till he fled into the bayou where dey say, you can hear him howling to dis day. Still mourning t'loss of his wife and hungry for flesh and blood, under dat dere curse placed upon him.
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Name:
Race:
Occupation:
Height:
Weight:
Origin Story:
Racial Abilities and Weaknesses:
Skills: Pick ten of them, a list can be found here.
Magic: If capable of any. A list for inspiration and various types, can be found here.
Additional information on the current setting if you want ideas, can be found here.
The Deep South
@The Tactician @Michale CS @york @Chewy Rabbits @Schnee Corp Lawyer