Story of the pastHe was looking up at the sky. At first he was confused. He was watching stars for a long time and sometimes he saw things that later came true. Unfortunately, people thought that he was losing his marbles. No matter, how they were doubtful, Michel himself thought differently. Being raised in Catholic family, gave him the believe that there were people chosen by God but Michel was afraid to step out to the sunlight and pronounce himself a prophet. He was also afraid that one day his...visions would get worse, that stars would tell him about fights and death. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, tonight he saw something that frightened him. All he didn’t want to experience, came to him at once.
The constellation of stars was eerie. Michel sixth sense was screaming at him yet he couldn’t make out what he had to do. Instead of writing down his thoughts, he started to sketch. It was quicker and in some ways easier to document his vision. He spent the whole night outside, sketching. Afterwards, once he was back in the house, Michele put in words what he experienced last night and suddenly there lied a terrific prophecy in front of him. Scared of sharing it, Michel hid it and for several years it fell to oblivion.
><><><><><><><><><><“Michel!” called out his mum and with a wide smile greeted her son. “Or should I call you monsieur Nostradamus?” She asked, chuckling. Taking the hand of her soon, she walked with him back to the house. How long had it been since he last visited this old house? He didn’t care because it was always pleasant. However, he was tired after the journey from Paris so with a quick excuse he vanished into his room. His old, good room. He couldn’t believe how much it hadn’t changed since the time he left. He lied down on his bed and all of a sudden fell asleep.
When he woke up again, Nostradamus was feeling strange. It was almost like a deja-vu but that wouldn’t be so odd because in the past he had woken up in that room several times. This time it was different. Trying to lift himself up, Nostradamus’s hand slipped and fell behind the bed. His fingers touched something. He stiffened.
‘What could that be?’ he thought and gripped the unknown object, pulling it up from its hiding place. The thing that was hiding under his bed was an old, folded piece of paper. Surprised and curious, the prophet unfolded it. His throat tightened. His mind went blank for he couldn’t believe what he was holding. The prophecy of a great fight between evil and good. Why had he forgotten about it?
He spent couple more days with his parents before he left for Paris. This time he was carrying with him something that no one knew about - rewritten verses of his vision from his childhood.
><><><><><><><><><><“No, it can’t be found. What do you think I was doing throughout the years?” Verik asked one of his mates who sank into depression once again. The foretold battle was arriving quickly and they still hadn’t found their destined human helpers. Gargoyles were out every night, searching the city. They had been out even during the light when the cycle of Three days of Full moon began. Still, their search went in vain
Story of the present
Story of the present
“But there has to be something!” exclaimed Verik’s fellow friend. Verik, the Guardian of the Library, sighed. How many times before did he say it? Did they listen to him or not?
“Ok, I will check again,” he said resignedly because he was too tired to experience another argument. Verik himself believed that there were hints somewhere. Hints that would lead them to the prophecy that Nostradmus left somewhere here, in the Library of Notre Dame which was hiden deep within the catacombs. Getting up from the table, Verik bid his goodbye and left. His head lowered, soul unsettled.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This RP is set in the modern world, in Paris. History would mingle with the present. Notre Dame, the great cathedral, isn't what it looks to be. Gargoyles that sit upon its moulding are alive and they are searching for humans with some traumas from the past. Those humans are the chosen ones that will have to face the evil forces. Why? Because Nostradamus, the prophet, foretold that a great battle will emerge when the time would come. Such a battle could wipe out the good and only evil would rule the world....or the scales could turn back into balance.
Summary of the game
Summary of the game
This roleplay combines elements of history, supernatural and thriller.
Oh and by the way, the prophecy got lost so noone really knows when or where it would happen.