Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.
"...and the world hasn't been the same since. But now your time has come and here you are!"
The moon sits above the world like the watchful eye of some motherly deity. A massive tree the size of a skyscraper grows next to the mass of flesh that is New Notre Dame. The church dolls walk in and out, bringing innumerable indulgences to the cathedral...
"This cathedral will be your home until you get set up. Feel free to play around in the workshop or the tavern if it so pleases you. We owe you this much."
You don't quite remember how you got to this dream, but all the unnerving details don't seem to disturb you for some reason. If anything, it seems comforting, like you've finally come home.
Welcome to a world of dark miracles and unsettling contentment, of dream logic and friendly nightmares. Welcome to New Carcosa.
Rules:
1. Be excellent to each other. If you don't treat each other with respect, things will not go well for any party involved. 2. Eat your vegetables and brush your teeth, and tell me that you do in your first post. 3. You cannot dictate the actions of another player's character unless they consent first. You also cannot enter combat with or kill another player's character without that player's permission. 4. Please keep it PG-13. They may be strange standards, but they are still standards. 5. If something gets out of hand, such as an argument, please take it to the PMs.
A person about 7 feet tall walks out of the water onto the beach. Like, just walks straight out of the ocean and onto the sand in an unnaturally graceful fashion. The long black dress she wears has various long ribbons that trail off into the surrounding night, moving as though they were alive. Her long silver hair floats gently in the breeze as she looks up at the cathedral in the distance. She smiles ever-so-slightly, and continues walking to her destination.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A person about 7 feet tall walks out of the water onto the beach. Like, just walks straight out of the ocean and onto the sand in an unnaturally graceful fashion. The long black dress she wears has various long ribbons that trail off into the surrounding night, moving as though they were alive. Her long silver hair floats gently in the breeze as she looks up at the cathedral in the distance. She smiles ever-so-slightly, and continues walking to her destination.
Several child-sized dolls are gathering creatures from the beach. Upon noticing her, they excitedly run ahead of her and lead the way to the cathedral, despite the fact that it would be a fairly easy walk from here. They are completely silent other than the creaking of joints.
A person about 7 feet tall walks out of the water onto the beach. Like, just walks straight out of the ocean and onto the sand in an unnaturally graceful fashion. The long black dress she wears has various long ribbons that trail off into the surrounding night, moving as though they were alive. Her long silver hair floats gently in the breeze as she looks up at the cathedral in the distance. She smiles ever-so-slightly, and continues walking to her destination.
Several child-sized dolls are gathering creatures from the beach. Upon noticing her, they excitedly run ahead of her and lead the way to the cathedral, despite the fact that it would be a fairly easy walk from here. They are completely silent other than the creaking of joints.
She looks down at the dolls, intrigued and at the same time comforted. "Voie, aokiunoe, inu bnghaideuni." Her voice sounds like two different voices at once, blended into dissonant whispering.
*I used a language generator because I wanted her to sound cool, but I realize it would make her nearly indecipherable. Don't worry, not all of her dialogue is going to be like this.*
A person about 7 feet tall walks out of the water onto the beach. Like, just walks straight out of the ocean and onto the sand in an unnaturally graceful fashion. The long black dress she wears has various long ribbons that trail off into the surrounding night, moving as though they were alive. Her long silver hair floats gently in the breeze as she looks up at the cathedral in the distance. She smiles ever-so-slightly, and continues walking to her destination.
Several child-sized dolls are gathering creatures from the beach. Upon noticing her, they excitedly run ahead of her and lead the way to the cathedral, despite the fact that it would be a fairly easy walk from here. They are completely silent other than the creaking of joints.
She looks down at the dolls, intrigued and at the same time comforted. "Voie, aokiunoe, inu bnghaideuni." Her voice sounds like two different voices at once, blended into dissonant whispering.
*I used a language generator because I wanted her to sound cool, but I realize it would make her nearly indecipherable. Don't worry, not all of her dialogue is going to be like this.*
They don't seem to respond, but their excitement is clear. They seem eager to bring her to the cathedral for some reason. From this distance, she can see many dolls of similar description cheerily running in and out of the cathedral's main entrance, bringing food and drink and leaving empty-handed.
A person about 7 feet tall walks out of the water onto the beach. Like, just walks straight out of the ocean and onto the sand in an unnaturally graceful fashion. The long black dress she wears has various long ribbons that trail off into the surrounding night, moving as though they were alive. Her long silver hair floats gently in the breeze as she looks up at the cathedral in the distance. She smiles ever-so-slightly, and continues walking to her destination.
Several child-sized dolls are gathering creatures from the beach. Upon noticing her, they excitedly run ahead of her and lead the way to the cathedral, despite the fact that it would be a fairly easy walk from here. They are completely silent other than the creaking of joints.
She looks down at the dolls, intrigued and at the same time comforted. "Voie, aokiunoe, inu bnghaideuni." Her voice sounds like two different voices at once, blended into dissonant whispering.
*I used a language generator because I wanted her to sound cool, but I realize it would make her nearly indecipherable. Don't worry, not all of her dialogue is going to be like this.*
They don't seem to respond, but their excitement is clear. They seem eager to bring her to the cathedral for some reason. From this distance, she can see many dolls of similar description cheerily running in and out of the cathedral's main entrance, bringing food and drink and leaving empty-handed.
*I have no idea how to translate that...*
*I don't intent on using it too much, so that shouldn't be an issue.*
She seems just as excited, wondering what lies ahead of her. Could it be a celebration? A ritual? Is the King there? So many questions...
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A person about 7 feet tall walks out of the water onto the beach. Like, just walks straight out of the ocean and onto the sand in an unnaturally graceful fashion. The long black dress she wears has various long ribbons that trail off into the surrounding night, moving as though they were alive. Her long silver hair floats gently in the breeze as she looks up at the cathedral in the distance. She smiles ever-so-slightly, and continues walking to her destination.
Several child-sized dolls are gathering creatures from the beach. Upon noticing her, they excitedly run ahead of her and lead the way to the cathedral, despite the fact that it would be a fairly easy walk from here. They are completely silent other than the creaking of joints.
She looks down at the dolls, intrigued and at the same time comforted. "Voie, aokiunoe, inu bnghaideuni." Her voice sounds like two different voices at once, blended into dissonant whispering.
*I used a language generator because I wanted her to sound cool, but I realize it would make her nearly indecipherable. Don't worry, not all of her dialogue is going to be like this.*
They don't seem to respond, but their excitement is clear. They seem eager to bring her to the cathedral for some reason. From this distance, she can see many dolls of similar description cheerily running in and out of the cathedral's main entrance, bringing food and drink and leaving empty-handed.
*I have no idea how to translate that...*
*I don't intent on using it too much, so that shouldn't be an issue.*
She seems just as excited, wondering what lies ahead of her. Could it be a celebration? A ritual? Is the King there? So many questions...
When she finally makes it to the cathedral, a man in a wheelchair greets her at the entrance. "Welcome, child of the waking world! You must be wondering what this is all about, eh?"
He gestures to the tables before the two, the dolls bringing in food from the kitchens to stock them. "Right now we only really have monsters and dolls here, but once we get enough people here, the festivities will begin. Feel free to check out the workshop or eat at the feast while you're here. This is a safe place, after all, and you won't find those out in the Nightmare very often.."
She smiles, excited to begin. "Ce doii, friend. I look forward to the festivities that will soon transpire. For now, I shall go to the Workshop. Anteeilaoabrqkicys." And with that, she walks over to the Workshop.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She smiles, excited to begin. "Ce doii, friend. I look forward to the festivities that will soon transpire. For now, I shall go to the Workshop. Anteeilaoabrqkicys." And with that, she walks over to the Workshop.
The Workshop is a strange place. There are tools for just about any craft imaginable, but gun- and weapon-smithing seem to be front and center. A powerful-looking machine sits in the center of the room, its long arms pumping bellows and stoking embers. Other than the machine, there is one person here, the room being oddly devoid of dolls.
She smiles, excited to begin. "Ce doii, friend. I look forward to the festivities that will soon transpire. For now, I shall go to the Workshop. Anteeilaoabrqkicys." And with that, she walks over to the Workshop.
The Workshop is a strange place. There are tools for just about any craft imaginable, but gun- and weapon-smithing seem to be front and center. A powerful-looking machine sits in the center of the room, its long arms pumping bellows and stoking embers. Other than the machine, there is one person here, the room being oddly devoid of dolls.
"Iyewuwayi! This place is incredible!" She walks over to one of the tables and begins to make something...
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She smiles, excited to begin. "Ce doii, friend. I look forward to the festivities that will soon transpire. For now, I shall go to the Workshop. Anteeilaoabrqkicys." And with that, she walks over to the Workshop.
The Workshop is a strange place. There are tools for just about any craft imaginable, but gun- and weapon-smithing seem to be front and center. A powerful-looking machine sits in the center of the room, its long arms pumping bellows and stoking embers. Other than the machine, there is one person here, the room being oddly devoid of dolls.
"Iyewuwayi! This place is incredible!" She walks over to one of the tables and begins to make something...
The machine lowers down the tools she needs the instant she needs them and even holds things down for her when she needs it. It takes the role of a very dedicated assistant.
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
The moon sits above the world like the watchful eye of some motherly deity. A massive tree the size of a skyscraper grows next to the mass of flesh that is New Notre Dame. The church dolls walk in and out, bringing innumerable indulgences to the cathedral...
"This cathedral will be your home until you get set up. Feel free to play around in the workshop or the tavern if it so pleases you. We owe you this much."
You don't quite remember how you got to this dream, but all the unnerving details don't seem to disturb you for some reason. If anything, it seems comforting, like you've finally come home.
Welcome to a world of dark miracles and unsettling contentment, of dream logic and friendly nightmares. Welcome to New Carcosa.
Rules:
1. Be excellent to each other. If you don't treat each other with respect, things will not go well for any party involved.
2. Eat your vegetables and brush your teeth, and tell me that you do in your first post.
3. You cannot dictate the actions of another player's character unless they consent first. You also cannot enter combat with or kill another player's character without that player's permission.
4. Please keep it PG-13. They may be strange standards, but they are still standards.
5. If something gets out of hand, such as an argument, please take it to the PMs.
Enjoy!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A person about 7 feet tall walks out of the water onto the beach. Like, just walks straight out of the ocean and onto the sand in an unnaturally graceful fashion. The long black dress she wears has various long ribbons that trail off into the surrounding night, moving as though they were alive. Her long silver hair floats gently in the breeze as she looks up at the cathedral in the distance. She smiles ever-so-slightly, and continues walking to her destination.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Several child-sized dolls are gathering creatures from the beach. Upon noticing her, they excitedly run ahead of her and lead the way to the cathedral, despite the fact that it would be a fairly easy walk from here. They are completely silent other than the creaking of joints.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks down at the dolls, intrigued and at the same time comforted. "Voie, ao kiunoe, inu bnghaideuni." Her voice sounds like two different voices at once, blended into dissonant whispering.
*I used a language generator because I wanted her to sound cool, but I realize it would make her nearly indecipherable. Don't worry, not all of her dialogue is going to be like this.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They don't seem to respond, but their excitement is clear. They seem eager to bring her to the cathedral for some reason. From this distance, she can see many dolls of similar description cheerily running in and out of the cathedral's main entrance, bringing food and drink and leaving empty-handed.
*I have no idea how to translate that...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I don't intent on using it too much, so that shouldn't be an issue.*
She seems just as excited, wondering what lies ahead of her. Could it be a celebration? A ritual? Is the King there? So many questions...
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
When she finally makes it to the cathedral, a man in a wheelchair greets her at the entrance. "Welcome, child of the waking world! You must be wondering what this is all about, eh?"
He gestures to the tables before the two, the dolls bringing in food from the kitchens to stock them. "Right now we only really have monsters and dolls here, but once we get enough people here, the festivities will begin. Feel free to check out the workshop or eat at the feast while you're here. This is a safe place, after all, and you won't find those out in the Nightmare very often.."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*~To join or not to join~*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She smiles, excited to begin. "Ce doii, friend. I look forward to the festivities that will soon transpire. For now, I shall go to the Workshop. Anteeila oabr qki cys." And with that, she walks over to the Workshop.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Workshop is a strange place. There are tools for just about any craft imaginable, but gun- and weapon-smithing seem to be front and center. A powerful-looking machine sits in the center of the room, its long arms pumping bellows and stoking embers. Other than the machine, there is one person here, the room being oddly devoid of dolls.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Iyewuwayi! This place is incredible!" She walks over to one of the tables and begins to make something...
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The machine lowers down the tools she needs the instant she needs them and even holds things down for her when she needs it. It takes the role of a very dedicated assistant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The moon beats like a heart overhead. It is oddly comforting.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i’ll be joining this soon*
*Truly i love references to the hit game Bloodborne *
*This looks cool. I just have to come up with a character...*
*Thanks! I was worried that it was a hint too derivative, but it's good to hear that someone likes it!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A man in gothic clothes made of flesh and bone walks into the cathedral. He seems bewildered.
The face of the man in the wheelchair lights up. "You've finally come back to us, Lost Tenetus!"
The other man looks shocked. He rushes forward and hugs the man in the chair. "Father!" cries Tenetus.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A variety of weapons lie outside the Workshop, most of them unconventional in the waking world, from saws to scissors to... unusual firearms.
They seem free for the taking. The man in the Workshop seems to be making a lot...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The mysterious figure is still working on her creation, whatever it is...
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)