A cacophony of screams and laments wailed throughout the prison, accompanied by the rattling of bars, and the stamp of terrified feet. The foul, wet air was difficult to breathe, compounded by being pressed up against the grimed and sweat-covered bodies of your fellow inmates. Rain poured in, from the stairs leading to the courtyard, and through cracks in the ceilings and walls, forming pools in corners and doorways. This particular section of the prison is simply a row of cells on either side, a wall at one end and stairs at the other. This, as they say, was the end of the line. Murderers, rapists, thieves and frauds, all awaited to be sent on to the afterlife.
The screaming rose to accompany rolling thunder, as two guards stepped down off the final stair, and gave light to the dark atmosphere. Both unrecognisable by the shadows cast by their helmets, they were clearly alert, hands resting firmly on heavy iron maces. A prisoner from the cell opposite you made a wild cry and thrust his hand out through the bars, only to have it snapped by a blow from the mace. He cried in agony as he retreated to the edge of his cell, crying for his mother. The tension in the air was thick, as they whispered to eachother.
"Are you sure? They're meant to 'go' today..."
"...Handsome sum of money. Just do it..."
They spoke in heavy Czech, accented by their native Prague voices. One of them fumbled for a scroll tucked away in his armour, while the other stood vigilant guard in front of your cell. The light from the torch shone through the thin parchment, revealing the scroll was in fact a list. Their facial expressions were unrecognisable, though they looked anxious, shuffling their boots and craning their necks.
"Right!" The guard with the parchment did his best to remain in authority, though his nervous anxiety broke his voice. Gathering his strength, he started. "You are all free to go. No, only this cell! Cell 3! You are to assemble in the chapel undercroft tomorrow at 8pm. Sharp. Understood!?"
You all nod in unison as he leads you out into the pouring rain, and lines you up against the wall. Still shackled to eachother, you wait.
This RP might be done in group chat, still deciding. Thanks
The screaming rose to accompany rolling thunder, as two guards stepped down off the final stair, and gave light to the dark atmosphere. Both unrecognisable by the shadows cast by their helmets, they were clearly alert, hands resting firmly on heavy iron maces. A prisoner from the cell opposite you made a wild cry and thrust his hand out through the bars, only to have it snapped by a blow from the mace. He cried in agony as he retreated to the edge of his cell, crying for his mother. The tension in the air was thick, as they whispered to eachother.
"Are you sure? They're meant to 'go' today..."
"...Handsome sum of money. Just do it..."
They spoke in heavy Czech, accented by their native Prague voices. One of them fumbled for a scroll tucked away in his armour, while the other stood vigilant guard in front of your cell. The light from the torch shone through the thin parchment, revealing the scroll was in fact a list. Their facial expressions were unrecognisable, though they looked anxious, shuffling their boots and craning their necks.
"Right!" The guard with the parchment did his best to remain in authority, though his nervous anxiety broke his voice. Gathering his strength, he started. "You are all free to go. No, only this cell! Cell 3! You are to assemble in the chapel undercroft tomorrow at 8pm. Sharp. Understood!?"
You all nod in unison as he leads you out into the pouring rain, and lines you up against the wall. Still shackled to eachother, you wait.
This RP is set in an alternate universe, circa 1670. You are in Prague, and were in prison under accusation of witchcraft. This is not, however, simply superstition. Werewolves, witches, vampires and ill folk roam the land, and are hunted relentlessly by those with the courage to do so. The townsfolk across Europe are superstitious, xenophobic, and regard outsiders with at best, passive hostility. With the population in a perpetual state of economic depression, the few individuals and those of the church are rich. Very rich.
The main religion (which will be a large part of this RP) is an off-shoot of christianity, that reveres Saints dogmatically enforces their belief. Recently, however, many have turned away from this harsh ideology, preferring instead renegade protestant meetings. Both, however, absolutely detest the existence of 'demons', and those who practice witchcraft. It is not uncommon to see priests travelling with bounty hunters, brandishing swords and crossbows, clad in leather and steel.
This RP will take place across Europe. Keeping this in mind, don't make references to historical figures, as it's best to keep things simple in that respect."
The main religion (which will be a large part of this RP) is an off-shoot of christianity, that reveres Saints dogmatically enforces their belief. Recently, however, many have turned away from this harsh ideology, preferring instead renegade protestant meetings. Both, however, absolutely detest the existence of 'demons', and those who practice witchcraft. It is not uncommon to see priests travelling with bounty hunters, brandishing swords and crossbows, clad in leather and steel.
This RP will take place across Europe. Keeping this in mind, don't make references to historical figures, as it's best to keep things simple in that respect."
These are the approved races and sects you may choose from. If you want to add one or have a question, don't be afraid to ask. I do request, however, that everything remain subtle. No wings, no horns, no halos.
Werewolf - You shift at fullmoons, though if you become blinded by rage, you transform regardless.
Vampire - Your skin burns in the sunlight, and it becomes difficult to see. At night, however, you can slink in the shadows, and you have no reflection. You must drink blood to survive. Every three days.
Witch - Person who practices witchcraft. -.-
Harpy - Female with steel-like nails, and a forked tongue. No wings sorry. Exceptional vision.
Shapeshifter - You may have one ulterior form. Unable to change when being watched, you can keep up your shift until you eat/sleep/drink. This is a gift of Loki. You must either worship him or be a descendant of.
And last but not least - Human! Yay!
Werewolf - You shift at fullmoons, though if you become blinded by rage, you transform regardless.
Vampire - Your skin burns in the sunlight, and it becomes difficult to see. At night, however, you can slink in the shadows, and you have no reflection. You must drink blood to survive. Every three days.
Witch - Person who practices witchcraft. -.-
Harpy - Female with steel-like nails, and a forked tongue. No wings sorry. Exceptional vision.
Shapeshifter - You may have one ulterior form. Unable to change when being watched, you can keep up your shift until you eat/sleep/drink. This is a gift of Loki. You must either worship him or be a descendant of.
And last but not least - Human! Yay!
Any magic used will be subtle. You can't throw fireballs around Europe, though you can ignite torches. Subtly.
Name:
Age/Gender:
Appearance (Picture = +10 points):
Race:
Background:
Personality:
Weapons:
One other skill, be it cooking, persuasion, licking things.:
Age/Gender:
Appearance (Picture = +10 points):
Race:
Background:
Personality:
Weapons:
One other skill, be it cooking, persuasion, licking things.:
This RP might be done in group chat, still deciding. Thanks
