Garashria: Age of Evil RP

"Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth." - Buddha

It is the Earth year 2013. Various people of Earth have been misplaced, and now find themselves in a strange other world. How will they adapt to their new surroundings?

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edited 27th May '13 7:45:37 PM by ImperialSunlight

Welcome to the Jungle, Elizabeth Maxwell

It took a while for Elizabeth to wake up to her new surroundings... quite a while for the blurry reality around her to be recognized as more than just a dream. The young woman groaned, her sleepy mind working slowly to try and reconcile what her eyes told her with all of her previous memories. However, once a ray of sun hit her eyes as she stirred in bed the vision of the hut on which she lay woke up with a start as she suddenly sat up. All traces of grogginess vanishes as adrenaline fills her body.

This is not her apartment. This is not anywhere she has ever seen before. As she moved her hear around to see, she saw herself in a small rough tent made of furs, sticks, leaves, logs and some cloth... Not a permanent shelter given how the sunlight managed to crawl in through the roof. There was not a lot of things on the tent... A sword on one corner? A bow and arrows? A bone tooth necklace hung from a wall of the tent... and there was a a bag sitting at the foot of her bedding made of yet more furs.

However, even if this strange environment and the concerning sounds of life and movement outside of her tent were not enough to make her panic... the sight of her own body as she looked down were enough to send her over the edge and nearly give her a heart attack.

This was not her body. This was not her body. This wasn't even a human body. What she saw when she looked down was a naked feminine yet muscled body, covered all in light soft taupe colored hair, smooth and even except for intimidating tribal brands. Between her legs there was a long dark brown hair and falling around her face was long chocolate colored hair.

Not her body. This was not herself. This had to be a nightmare and yet she felt too awake to accept it. But that she could accept better than this new strange reality. Elizabeth let out a soft whimper and closed her eyes, hiding underneath her furs of her new bed, waiting for it all to pass.

@daltar

The nightmare shows no signs of stopping. From the outside, a woman's voice can be heard, yelling something in a dialect resembling very broken English, though steady, as if the speaker had no idea that what she was saying wasn't quite correct. It seems to be roughly saying, "Hurry up, you brutes. By order of the royal houses, as you no doubt know, you are to be out of this land by sunrise tomorrow, and never show your filthy hides here again, or face slavery. Now get moving!".

The bustle outside seemed to immediately become frantic, metal implements clattering together and footsteps combing the ground.

edited 27th May '13 5:45:44 PM by ImperialSunlight

Elizabeth Maxwell, being evicted from a new life

It took the young woman more than a little while to calm herself to the point where she could start to think logically. These were extreme conditions, but she had spent most of her life training herself to be in constant control of her mind and actions. Thus, she promptly started to take several deep breaths, forcing the surging tide of her fear down, to clear her mind enough to be able to think.

She wasn't home, she wasn't even herself. This much was obvious. So she either was dreaming, a prospect that seemed more unlikely the more he thought about it, she got wrong memories in her head and she had always been a furry native or she had somehow gotten into the body of something that doesn't exist in her own world.

Right now thinking of those options wasn't getting herself anyway, so she slid out of the bed, noticing the difference in this body she wasn't used to. It felt stronger, limber than even her physical fit human body. Elizabeth then felt a little shiver crawl down her spine as for the first time she managed to feel and move both her ears and tail.

Oh damn, I got animal ears... animal tail... I'm a humanoid animal She thought, shaking her head to let his discomfort flow out of it. At least she had thumbs, normalish hands and she was quite sure that she could stand up straight. That at least, was a comfort.

She then moved, grabbing the things around in the hut closer to herself. The blade in its sheath, bow and arrow, the armor, the necklace and the bag... she tried to open up the bag and see what was inside as her ears perked up to hear her surroundings better.

Alright... they speak English it seems... is it even English? Anyway, someone speaks in a language I can understand... even if what they're saying isn't all that comforting

Dry specks of dust, Sarah Harrison

Her clear eyes would open, slowly, and look around "What the... I don't recognize this... wasn't I at the park? ... this is a bad sign", she thought half panicked though mellowed out quite quickly. She would sit up and bring her hand to her face to rub it... her fingers, they were bony, more than she was used to... they were longer too... She began to take in the sight of the room... Sandstone, vaguely cultist-like or religious tapestries, an odd statue and an even odder bald woman looking back at her through the mirror. Of course she didn't recognize herself at first... she was different... this could be a dream, and that was the best explanation she had, other worlds had interested her before, so she might as well roll with it as it lasted, just a dream, right? She stood up and looked at herself on the mirror. She smiled, something new to explore. Her robes, amulet and the tapestry denoted something religious... yet she had a sword... who was she to be?

edited 28th May '13 4:34:56 AM by sanojutsu

Markus, Catboy Noble?

What...is this? I don't remember the straws out back being so damned soft- where's Ol'Jess!? The man- no, more of a boy- slowly sits up, controlling his breathing as not to hyper ventilate. As he stumbles out of his bed, barely escaping from the tangling sheets, he surveys the surrounding, and assess his situation. He can't read whatever's written on the paper, but that told him nothing. Maybe it's Italian or Farsi or Martian, it is of no use to him regardless. Taking note of the mirror, he approaches it and-

Okay. For some reason, he is brought to this high-rise fancy apartment. For some reason, he seems to be roughly 10 years younger. For some reason, he looks like an unholy bastard child of Mr. Tibbles, the Siamese cat owned by his neighbour, and one of those idols his little niece adores so much, dressed barely decent. He also looks rather dashing, through such ... auto-queerism/bestiality could wait until he have some answers.

The most important thing- beyond him being so high up, beyond him apparently regressing in age and growing cat ears and tails -His girl, the warm presence that comforts him last night, is gone. His beloved Jess, the equine apple in his eyes, is gone!

He must find her. Grabbing the curved sword and putting on the smooth clothing haphazardly, struggling to fit his new tail in them, he rushes toward the door.

Charles Newman...or Newmouse?

As Charles awoke from a deep sleep, he found himself...actually he didn't find himself anywhere at first. The brightness of his surroundings prevented him from seeing anything for quite a while. Furthermore, a splitting headache made it rather difficult for him to concentrate. But why did he have a headache? He didn't drink last night and he didn't hit his head either as far as he could remember.

Finally managing to open his eyes, Charles found himself forced to conclude, that he was quite intoxicated. After all, what reason would there be for him to wake up on some stone tablet, among many others in some strange building, presumably a temple.? On the other tablets, mouse-like creatures were lying, while a strange being seemed to be examining them, waving his arms over them. As the being was, for some reason, emitting a blinding light, he couldn't make out much. It was relatively short, and it was...grinning...

"Strange being, temple..."
A thought was beginning to form in Charles' mind. Many thoughts to be exact.
"Why am I here? Did that being bring me here? Where is here? How will I get back? Will I get back at all?
That being was grinning...that probably isn't good...are we supposed to be sacrificed?"
Deciding, that survival was more important than getting answers, Charles decided to flee.
Carefully he lifted his legs over the edge of the tablet, carefully got off of it and...fell.
What had appeared to only be a small drop actually was far deeper than he expected, leading to him clumsily landing on his back.

Silently cursing his own depth perception, he stood up again and brushed the dirt out of his reddish fur.
Wait a minute...FUR?!
As he looked at himself, Charles found, that he was no longer human.
From what he could tell, he now was one of the creatures he saw lying on the other tablets. He was short - presumably knee-high and now resembles a mouse more than a man.
From the shock of his discovery he immediately fell over again.
There was no way in hell that the being wouldn't have noticed him...

edited 28th May '13 8:30:49 AM by Savato

Marty - In the docks

As Marty awoke, he was startled to find that his surroundings were not nearly as he had left them. The (no longer) young man stood up, and, naturally, scanned his surroundings. "UGH, what in god's name is that smell?!?!" He said as he stood up. He turned around in his bedroll (Odd, since he never really liked camping) and found: Blood. Definitely blood. It was red, sticky, and there was a lot of it. Marty vomited.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his body felt... different. He was now (Still human) roughly 30 years old, he guessed, from how his bones behaved and how his face looked in the blood. (It was rather shiny.)

Marty looked around for what was going on. He was wearing plate armor. The sword at his belt ("By my musings... 18th century European.) made him think that he was a nobleman. Yes, that seemed to coincide with the charcoal of knights in the hut nearby. He opened the map he was carrying for some reason, only to find that it made no sense whatsoever. In the boats, he saw some fish. "Well, at least I won't starve." Piecing some things together, he assumed that he was a knight, (Armor, Sword) who killed somebody... or something, (Blood) and took all their stuff.

Marty saw two ways to escape, if his fugitive idea were true. He could 1) Scale the cliffs and risk falling to his death, or 2) Swim out to a castle that seemed just on the horizon, past the bloody water. And risk drowning to death, because everyone knows: Knights can't swim. He mused on that for a while, and sat on the beach. But not touching the icky blood.

Alena blinked as she woke up. Ugh, she didn't feel quite right, maybe she could stay... home... from... school.

Alena bit back a tiny yell of horror as she realized that not only was she not in her room, she wasn't in any room she'd ever seen before. 'OK, calm down, think,' she thought to herself. The bedroom she was in seemed more like a workshop or study, and a fairly comfortable one too - if she'd been kidnapped or something than she had resources. Comfy bed over there, a bookcase, an - oil lamp, that was a bit odd. The whole thing seemed to have been themed after a Renaissance faire or something. Still, if she had been kidnapped, she could probably use the oil lamp, and the staff next to the... mirror.

Alena was not entirely successful in stopping the second shriek. Instead of being a perfectly average teenage girl, she now looked like some kind of brown insect-human hybrid. She tentatively touched the antennae on top of her head - they felt real enough. And - was she male?! She took a few deep breaths, turning away from the mirror. "OK, OK, don't panic," she ordered herself unsuccessfully.

Justin Screamed. He knew it was telepathic, he knew, he just needed some release. Justin tried to move... well not move really, more hobbled around to the living area. He hoped that someone was there, and he needed some answers.

Basil: From Rags to Riches

'''Ooooh Mamma, ooooh Mamma, Your son in de jail a'ready, Your son in de jail a'ready, Take a towel and band your belly...'''

Before Basil even opened his eyes this lament haunted him. If its worrisome words had touched his heart before, they failed to do so now. Fourteen years in the Dallas County Correctional Institution will do that to a man; frigid steel wool had scrubbed off all his emotional sap. He used the song to stand off boredom, nothing more.

'''Mamma, don't cry, Your son in de jail a'ready, I pass by de police station, Nobody to sign de bail bond...'''

An unexpected breeze convinced Basil to open his eyes. The abrasive concrete of his cell had been replaced with a view...and what a view! Sandstone basked in the grating sun, taking the shape of a massive triangle to his right and a maturing city below. Titanic walls encompassed the area, sprinkled with turrets that made the prisoner uneasy.

'''Forty days before the Carnival, Lord, I dream I see me funeral...'''

Basil cursed as he remembered what day it was: his final day on Earth. He was scheduled to be executed today at noon; seemed the bastards got impatient. Well, at least he was rid of them now that he was in...where was he?

Basil rummaged through his dusty memories of Sunday School for an answer. He knew Hell was where he belonged, but the mountains of skulls and lakes of fire were nowhere to be found—although the heat certainly suggested he was in an oven. So maybe he was in Heaven; but then where were the pearly gates and streets of gold? He imagined the gigantic walls around the city to be what Joshua saw when he found Jericho...but that didn't even make sense! Maybe there was something else that could give him a clue.

Looking down at his clothing, Basil realized he was dressed in fine silk robes, and the stick in his hand was actually a sceptor of solid gold. Behind him was a luxurious bedroom complete with master bed, gold-painted armoire, sheathed sword mounted on the wall, and various murals of a holy figure vanquishing the servants of darkness. Well, that settled it: whether he deserved it or not, it looked like he was in Heaven.

As he made his first steps towards his life after life, Basil paused to stare at his free hand. His skin was wrinkled, and—to his great suprise—white. Suddenly the taste of Heaven grew sour; it seemed that even in paradise, God still hated the sons of Ham.

edited 2nd Jun '13 3:52:04 PM by TheodoreHastings

@mrminun

The nightmare continues. The blood ripples and pulses, shadowy forms shifting chaotically below the surface. The Cliffs around remain resolute and unmoving. The massive cave entrance looms like a tear in the rock. From above the cliffs, the sound of a man crying out in pain can be heard.

@Savato

A voice from all directions wearily emits, “Now, now, where are we going? I can’t have you missing all of the fun, now, can I?”

A great light appears from behind. The strange being appears to have somehow moved right behind you nearly instantly, still grinning statically. He speaks without moving, the question coming from all directions: “Why do you run, mouse? I did not create your people to be cowards.”

@Karrin Blue

A few knocks are heard.

“Housekeeping!” a feminine voice says from outside the door, “Housekeeping!” she repeats.

@P Blades

Through the door is an interior balcony in a large, circular room. A spiral staircase spans three elegant floors. It connects to the balcony with a thin walkway. Many doors dot the walls on all floors, probably other bedrooms or living areas that can be accessed by the balcony hugging the walls. A few other cat people can be seen around, including a young man who seems to be walking towards your door, wearing more common attire than most in the building, though he still looks presentable. He has short black hair and tanned skin and is about as short as all of the other cat-people. He has meek black eyes and a black tail.

“Oh, master Rakard! I thought your excellency would have woken and left by now!”, he stammered, “I hope that I am not intruding, oh, please, your highness, no! I was merely going to do the daily cleaning. Would you like me to do so? Oh, and… her highness the Queen has told me to tell you that she wants you to come to her room. Her eminence is… most distraught by something. It is my humble suggestion that you hurry.”

@daltar

Searching through the bag in the room, Elizabeth finds that they contain various tools and supplies, notably: an axe for chopping wood, a vial of black, inky liquid, a folding fishing rod, and a hunting knife, all of fairly rudimentary but talented design. The axe appears to made of a metal of a lighter shade than steel that shines to the point that it almost glows.

From outside, the woman’s voice can be heard once more, “If you beasts will not co-operate and hurry this up, then you give me no choice!”

Screams erupt from outside the tent, followed by silence apart from the rustle of equipment.

“Now, wasn't that easy?” the voice says, “Just get all your junk together and leave, and this boy doesn't have to die.”

@Theodore Hastings

Some time passes with nothing really happening. Then, some urgent rapping is heard at the door. Clearly whoever is outside is upset over something.

@Sanojutsu

You… are still in the room. Nothing happens for a while. You can’t hear anything from outside of the room, either. In fact, it is eerily silent. A bit hot, too...

edited 5th Jun '13 2:35:21 PM by ImperialSunlight

Alena started. Housekeeping? Well, that was another nail in the coffin of the drugged-and-kidnapped idea. She opened the door. "Sorry, I'm afraid I didn't sleep well last night," she apologized.

Basil

The violent knocks startled Basil, who had just gotten comfortable on his king-sized bed. Searching for a weapon, the former prisoner unsheathed the mounted blade and clumsily hobbled to the door. He wasn't used to moving with all the extra fat, but he could at least swing sword if it came to it. With weapon in hand, Basil opened the door.

Elizabeth Maxwell, Time to Hustle

Oh damn... gotta, hurry, got to hurry now. Whatever is happening out there sounds way too serious Thinks Eliza in a panic as she takes a moment to look over all her tools. Nice usable things... all of these seem like things she rather keep on her person.

As quickly as she can, she tries to make sense of the leather and metal that is meant to be her clothes... or at least her armor. She had to take everything with her, and that meant wearing most of this stuff. Eventually, after studying the pieces for a little while she managed to put on her armor somewhat decently, fortunately, it seemed designed so that one wouldn't need outside help to wear. Then she slipped on the bone tooth necklace, who knew if this was an important trinket for whatever culture she was trapped in. She slipped her quiver over her shoulder, as well her as her sheathed blade and bow.

She started to pant a little with the effort and her own agitation, though the moment she realized what she was doing she put an immediate stop to it.

She then spared a moment to make her fur bed into a little roll and looked around the tent to see if it looked like it might be easily packed... though after a few seconds she knew she could only hide into this little hut so long.

Taking a deep breathe, the woman turned beastwoman gather her courage and peers outside of her tent, taking in her surroundings and the people there.

Marty - Bubble Bubble Toil and Trouble

As the blood began to change its shape, Marty started scrambling away on his hands and knees. He noticed that it wouldn't come up on to the sand, so he stood up and straightened himself out. He then looked in the other direction away from the blood, and noticed the entrance to a very large cave standing nearby. Eager to see what was in it, he ducked inside. An unexpected scream from above sent him into a dead sprint, into the darkness ahead.

Sarah, brave new world

She took a few minutes more to examine herself and the room before stepping in front of the door. She breathed in deep, no point in delaying this furthermore, a whole new world and only an afternoon nap to explore it, and she pushed the door open.

Charles, Temple with Surround Sound System

So apparently that thing was responsible for his transformation.
And it could teleport. Great.
Running away would be a thing of impossibility with that.
It's static grin and the voice from everywhere were getting on Charles' nerves a bit, but he tried to remain calm...well...as calm as possible in such a situation.
Since he couldn't flee, he might as well try to get some answers out of that thing.
"And what did you create us for then?"

edited 4th Jun '13 10:37:31 PM by Savato

@gogojojo 33

A woman rushes into the kitchen.

"Chef!? Chef! Oh. You are not dead! That is good news."

She looks... odd, to say the least. She is wearing very heavy robes and makeup and has a giant pointy haircut held up... somehow. Seriously, only magic could hold that thing up.

"It seems that something has happened with the moon. That is the hypothesis as of now at least. It would explain why all of the moon's people have been dying randomly. You seem to be alive and in fairly good shape, though. I wouldn't worry. And if you do die, you'll be dead, so you won't be in pain. Okay, get back to work!"

She pauses for a moment.

"You... can walk, can't you?"

@Karrin Blue

A young girl is on the other side of the door, perhaps in her early teens. She nods at you.

"Yes, it must be hard being so far away from home. I don't imagine I'd sleep very well either. Anyway, I'll clean your room if you like, but today is your last day in the inn, so you should probably get packing now. And if you're hungry, they're serving up some food down below. It's nothing special, but you have to eat, you know?"

@Theodore Hastings

A man is on the other side of the door and he looks absolutely livid. He has the appearance of a terribly thin old man with vaguely Middle Eastern features. He is dressed similarly to you, and has a golden sword strapped to his back.

"What is wrong with you, man!? Put that thing away!" he says, referring to your sword, "And where have you been? We've been waiting for you in the ritual room for hours. Hurry up!"

He rushes off before you can say anything, leaving you staring through the open door at a sandstone hallway. On the other side of the hall is what looks like some kind of elevator, with buttons and all. The hall seems to go straight through this area of the building, reaching a large balcony on either side and letting in a lot of natural light. There are only a couple other doors in the hallway that look fairly unremarkable.

edited 5th Jun '13 2:27:04 PM by ImperialSunlight

Basil: The Laziest Cult Leader

The stranger bolted before Basil could get a word in, leaving the former prisoner with more questions than answers. If he was in Heaven, how did this guy know him? And what was with this "ritual" nonsense? Basil was tempted to ignore the intrusion and get back to relaxing, but the stranger's weapon and expression warned him against it. If there were more of these guys, it probably wasn't the best idea to piss them off...at least not until he knew who they were.

Taking the sword's sheathe off the wall, Basil tried in vain to tie the blade to his back. He wanted to appear as much like the stranger as possible; considering the fact that they wore similar clothes and had similar weapons, Basil assumed this outfit was some type of uniform. Unfortunately, tying a sheathed sword around his fat body was much harder than Basil anticipated, so in the end he had to settle for wrapping the baldric around his waist like a belt. Thankfully, the sword stayed put by his right hip.

With his weapon in order, Basil made his first embark to the world outside his room. Cautiously looking both ways, he made his way towards the elevator and pressed the button pointing up. Who would've thought that Heaven would have elevators!

Justin pondered. She called him 'Chef'? What the F-Wait a second. Dungeons,magical spiked hair, moon people,his sudden transformation into a...blob-thing. That's it! He was in a dream! Or rather a nightmare. The best things to do in these situations, he'd been told is to follow them, so, if you figure out why there happening, you can stop them.And Jason wanted this dream to be over quick,and sure as hell didn't want it to happen again.So, if he was a cook, so be it. Why, he wasn't the best cook around, but in a dream world, anything is possible, hypothetically. And hey, maybe this lady can tell him what was going on."So," Justin said to the woman "what am I supposed to do, and how do I change back? And why wont I have pain?"

@daltar

The furs that make up an exit part to reveal a bright sky. It looks like mid-afternoon, roughly, the sunlight causing the snow to shimmer and sparkle, the pine trees above filtering it into luminescent streams. Around is a camp of tents similar to yours, though most of them have already been packed up. You can tell that there were at least twenty-five tents here at some point recently, based on the marks in the snow. The clearing is surrounded by thick forest and looks unnavigable apart from two paths that look to be the result of heavy traffic.

There are a number of people similar to yourself standing by one of the paths, glaring at you, among them are a couple of large huskies who look to be the leaders of the group and likely mates, a teenage-looking male husky with a mohawk and six others. An ant-like woman with very heavy metallic armour that covers most of her body stands in the center of the camp, holding a cute little husky child in her arms and holding a chalice to his head... for some reason. She is holding it in an aggressive pose as if she might hurt him with it if you try anything. She speaks, "Well, we've finally woken up, have we, princess? Go on, get on with it."

edited 8th Jun '13 11:13:37 PM by ImperialSunlight

Elizabeth Maxwell, Princess of the Jungle?

Oh God no, this is bad...

The situation was grave enough as it was... but given what she just saw, it was about to get even more complicated. The group she belonged to (Or at least, the person on whose body she now was) was smaller than she expected... and it seemed like she was someone important in this tribe. Someone important and disliked judging by all the frowns directed her way.

And the bug person just called her princess... at that moment Elizabeth wished that simply was her name and she was just an unimportant part of the tribe. She had heard some of her neighbors call their latest pet just that. But Elizabeth could feel that it wouldn't be so simple as that.

People were looking at her, their aggressor was staring straight at her and waiting for an answer. Steeling her nerves, Elizabeth took a deep breath and then took a step forward saying the first thing that came to mind "What's the hurry? You said it yourself just now that we had until tomorrow to leave. We'll be far enough away by the time you next wake up"

Alena nodded thoughtfully. Well, she was apparently on a journey, which meant she needed to figure out where she was headed - maybe her bag had a map or letter or something. Oh, and she needed to figure out what in the room was hers - the staff probably was, but she had no idea about the pouch or cylinder. 'What to do, what to do... ah!' she picked up her backpack, going over to the bed to check for anything left over there. Over her shoulder, she asked the young girl, "Could you help me pack? Just, uh, hand over the stuff that doesn't belong in this room." She tried make her voice sound a bit joking.

@mrminun

The cave tapers quickly, becoming smaller and smaller until it is almost difficult to traverse, a tunnel the size of only one person. A light can be seen up ahead, which turns out to be torches on the walls of the cave. In this lit up area, there are three doors, each lit by a pair of torches.

The one on the left is made of a grey metal and has a rather heavy lock on it, but appears unlocked. The door on the right is wooden and flimsy. forward is not actually a door, but an archway leading to stairs which rise far beyond your view.

@sanojutsu

Opening the door, you find yourself in a large hallway. The ceiling raises up many stories from the floor you are on with many balconies leading to other rooms in a labyrinthine fashion. The hall is full of eye based sculptures and altars and people in similar attire to you walk all over the hall. Still, there is near complete silence. None of the hundreds of people you can see are speaking at all. At one end of the hall is a ridiculously large door that couldn't possibly be opened by a human and at the other a small door that any human could use. Well, as long as the guards that surround it let them through, that is.