forum Shadows of Magic | group rp (closed but stalkers welcome to watch us struggle)
Started by @Tired-but-passionate
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@Tired-but-passionate

Humans once wielded a plethora of magical abilities and powers. As generations passed and the human population grew, however, the mana spread too thinly to have any affect. This gradual process was referred to as The Great Waning. Then, hostile aliens staked their claim on planet Earth and humanity becomes a fraction of what once was. It becomes scattered- some go beneath the earth in caves and live underground, some go underwater and make breathable spaces and buildings to dwell in, some elsewhere. A few are captured by the extraterrestrials and made slaves, livestock, or scientific experiments. Then, two things begin happening at the same time. First, the shadows began to appear. They weren’t ghosts, that was made clear by how inhuman some of them appeared to be. They roamed the night, their objectives hidden from human perception and their nature too hostile to engage with. Second, humans began to regain their powers. They seemed to start appearing several centuries after the arrival of the aliens.
Now, our eight young heroes can either start their journey scattered across a wide area and eventually find each other, or they can all start in the same place. Anyhow, when they gain or regain they’re powers, they suddenly see messages written on every surface they could see. Don’t tell them you know, or some variant of that sentence depending on what kind of abilities they had. No one else seems to have the same experience or see the messages. Why them? Who knows! Were they written by the shadows? Maybe, maybe not. It’s not clear why or if they would have the ability to write at all. Who is the ‘them’ anyway? The aliens? Everyone our characters come across? Unclear!
(Sigh ok, it’s a little unfinished, but if you guys could throw some feedback my way, that would be great)

@Cloudy_is_trying_her_best

I like the idea that they could all come from different areas/bases/experiences, but I don't like the idea of being all spread out. It seems like it would be difficult to RP like that. Idk, other than that I really like it!

@Calanthe

It's honestly pretty great, but I do agree with bein-nvm that's already been said. But having other experiences sound pretty good.

@Tired-but-passionate

Okay I have school tomorrow, but I’ll ask just a few more questions before we start.
Any ideas for where we want the to take place? And just so we have a general idea of what we’re doing, do we want this to be basically that our characters use their powers to rebel against the aliens/ help them survive?
I’ll just let you guys decide how your characters’ backstory fits into this world

@Cloudy_is_trying_her_best

I actually had a question, are we sticking with the time period that had been set or are we just going modern/futuristic? As for where we want it to take place, I really don't know. I think Avlynn would mostly be using her powers to protect others, but she definitely wouldn't be opposed to fighting the aliens. thinking of giving her healing abilities that might tie in with wings. I know for sure I want her to have injury-sensing powers because Team Mom

@Tired-but-passionate

I was thinking maybe more futuristic, but also steampunk? Or cyberpunk, idk. Like I imagine they have advanced methods of communication and transportation, but it would be in stark contrast with the alien’s technology. And basically that what our characters may be dealing with is technology that prioritizes function and longevity over comfort or smth like that. also yes Team Mom

@Tired-but-passionate

(Imma just bump this before I post a starter. Also idk I like the look of having something being said in parentheses before the rp actually starts for some reason haha)

@larcenistarsonist group

(n i c e)
(when I opened up the unread thing I panicked when I saw this cuz the title was different and I was like "is this some old rp from months ago that they suddenly just bumped??" but nah XD)

@Tired-but-passionate

Somewhere in the wooded mountains, nestled between the tall pines and redwoods, the earth seemed to open up it’s yawning, gaping mouth leading into its large throat with dripping rock and dark corners. But, if one stood at the entrance to this gaping cave mouth, they would see the faintest points of light inside. For you see, the earth’s mouth was not empty.
Redhollow’s Cave System was akin to the inside of an anthill. It did whatever it wanted, branching out, running up and down, stopping randomly. If one took a wrong turn or didn’t look closely, they would entirely miss the thriving civilization just beyond the first few narrow, winding passages. But that wasn’t a problem for those who dwelled in Redhollow, of course. If one did manage to find their way there, they would be greeted by a large, open space with not one straight line or flat plane in sight. Stalagmites and stalactites dripped from the ceiling and shot through the ground, the floor seemed to be made of shelves, steps, and slopes, and the ceiling no different. Aside from that, one would see that the points of light from the entrance were coming from small electrical glowing orbs inserted into the walls, ceiling, and floor, and from the small windows of buildings carved from the rock. Structures reminiscent of Victorian era architecture could be made out from the walls, they rested in crevices, atop little shelves of stone, or just on the ground. Nestled between them seemed to be large areas of light illuminating what looked like trees and other vegetation, surrounded by walls of glass. They were connected by metal bridges and passageways, on which there seemed to be people riding on deceptively simple bikes and motorcycles, and streamlined, triangular-looking vehicles with what seemed to be only three wheels. Pedestrians also walked these streets of metal and stone, whether in groups or alone. There were also rivers and waterfalls scattered throughout, sometimes winding right alongside the city’s streets. High up above, there also seemed to be small windows of natural light seeping in.
One could almost forget that this was the only human city for miles.

Magnolia sat in the far back of the room, trying not to fall asleep. The professor’s droning was just too good as a background noise, and she’d worked late last night. The dimly lit classroom didn’t help.
She managed to get down a few more points in her notes before she finally passed out, but it only seemed a few moments before she found her eyes fluttering open again. But something was different. Her eyes flicked to the empty desk to her left. It seemed that someone had scribbled words onto it, with what she couldn’t imagine. They didn’t really use pencils or pens unless they said otherwise.
When she leaned in closer, she could make out the rough penmanship.
Don’t tell them you can see.
Mag suddenly felt more awake. What? What does this mean? I’m not sleep-writing or something, right?
But then she heard the professor’s voice dismiss them, and she could ponder over it no longer.

@larcenistarsonist group

Charlie bid farewell to her brother, packing a small pickaxe into her khaki backpack next to her lunch and small journal. She exited her small home nestled near the lowest point of Redhollow's Cave System, making her way down the descending pathways to her little sanctuary. During the day, while most kids her age were at school, Charlie made her way down to a secret place deep in the mountain, where gemstones and metals glistened, just waiting to be harvested.

Charlie shot a look over her shoulder making sure nobody was there. She planned on keeping her little gold mine a secret, the value of her jewelry was the only thing keeping her from going broke. She got down on all fours, flipping the light of her headlamp on in the process. She inched through a small hole in the side of the wall, crawling though the secret tunnel to what seemed like her second home granted the amount of time she spent there.

When she emerged, Charlie was expecting the rubies and diamonds poking out from the stone walls, platinum and gold veins lining the rock, but instead she was greeted with six words scratched into the surface.

DON'T TELL THEM YOU KNOW.

Charlie staggered backwards, grabbing the wall for balance. She heaved, trying to get air into her lungs. Charlie closed her eyes and violently shook her head, as if she could shake the message away. When she opened them, the message was faded but still there, etched into the cavern with lines of silver and copper. The gemstones had reappeared just like Charlie had left them the day before. Charlie slid down the wall, now sitting and wondering what it could mean. Know what? Why can't I tell them? What's going on!?