So... I run an RP forum. One of my co-admins just quit and my second co-admin is pretty scarce. I need at least two more active staff members, and a lot more active members would be awesome. Yes, it's an advertisement. The GMs do it on the general discussion board and ADS aren't prohibited, so... There ya go.
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RP sample from the end of The Reign of Vecna
Why was... This place so dark? It was familiar. But how? Where had it ever been this dark before? And so silent. Even when she called out, there was no response. She was probably the only thing in the room - where ever it was. She pounded on the floor, the walls, yet could never find the door. Was there even a door...? Where... Am I...? she thought. But no one was around to answer her. The more time that passed, the cooler her skin seemed to get, as if something that kept her warm slipped further and further away. By the time sound from another person came, she was seated in the corner, looking up and staring listlessly at nothing in particular.
The person who entered the room was... At one time, they may have met. She could not recall the name of such a lovely woman. No, perhaps 'lovely' wasn't the right word. She was beautiful... Until a hideous demon's grin played upon her features and a tone that of what she could only identify as evil itself rang out. "Welcome home," the Dark One said, closing the door. Looking up, the lost one tilted her head. "I'm... Home...?" Somehow that word didn't feel right in such a place. She couldn't see the other's physical response, but she could feel her moving close. What was she...?
She felt her arm raise from her lap. The other had grabbed it. "Yes. Now and forever, this is your one and only home." The woman's voice was soft as she stroked the lost one's hand. Like a prince to a princess. Was this... Her prince coming to rescue her? Or perhaps, a Queen...? "Allow me to be the first to welcome you back," That voice danced around her, teasing her flesh like wisps of the wind. She felt the others' form move behind her, not releasing her arm. What was the Queen doing? At such an angle, it would surely...
"I need you to be... Hopeless." A sharp pain speared through her as she felt her arm being twisted at an impossible angle in unison with a heel pressing painfully into her back. It intensified to the point where she found herself screaming, slipping on her own blood pooling beneath her as she tried to escape. Her voice screamed out in pain, that was true... Yet there wasn't a heart within her to make it ring as hopeless, in anguish...
Even in this pitiful form... She was still living.
Perhaps 'living' is a poor description. She was... Unable to feel whole. From now on and forever, trapped in a place that definitely did not feel like home. Even through her torment, she continued to question herself. What was right and where was the real place she could call home? As her flesh began to cool even further, the energy to ask such questions begun to fade. Eventually, she would forget her everyday memories and the reason why she was suffering. By the time the woman left her, not only had she forgotten how she had gotten in such a state or why it hurt so much... Vecna had even forgotten her own name...
The vacuum of space swallowed her up. Once again without a body, only this time without any idea where the physical shell had gone, her soul fluttered through the space of the realms, lost and dazed. The energies of this universe were different. Not different as in completely alien to her as the last ones’ had been, but… Familiar. Yet something was off. Terribly off. The energies of the realms were in disarray. Exhausted beyond comprehension. Even the astral lines through which she traveled felt weak – nearly empty of souls. Then it hit her full force.
A tsunami of anguish washed over her, bringing with it an unfathomable sense of hopelessness and a hatred that scorched her core. Tucked away within her core, the alien essence of a creature stirred in response as if it were drawn to the sorrowful energy source. It took her only a moment to recognize it. She was… Home. Her sister had likely gone through a nervous breakdown, during which time she devoured whatever soul she could get her claws on. It would explain the state of the astral lines. Either that or the Silver Knights had pulled every soul into an able body to combat the out of control girl. Whatever the case… The essence – Selongo’s essence – was reacting to Salega’s energy.
Souls brushed against her, whispering lovingly… “Come home, mother.”
“We need you… Come home.”
“Mom! We miss you!”
Her own spirit soared with them, feeling their love fill her. Mistress Light, Mistress Bright, Lady Light, and even Mistress White’s spirits flew with her. They steered towards Alusterial, collecting energy along the way.
By the time they’d entered the realm’s barrier, Vecna’s spirit had gathered enough energy to manifest another humanoid shell. As she floated toward the ground of their home in Leviathia, she gave physical form to the angels’ that had helped to steer her in the right direction, and embraced them tightly. “Welcome home, mother.” Mistress Bright said tearfully. Vecna kissed her forehead. Home…
As though they’d felt her presense, the angels cheered and took to the skies. The skies were white and dashes of crimson with their wings as they descended to greet her. But among them, there was one dark shape…
“Legooo!” That familiar black and gray clad form barreled into her as it dropped from the skies, wrapping its arms around her neck. “Lego, Lego, Legooo!” Shago cried, hugging her tight. Vecna squeezed her, kissing her full on the mouth, which her sister meekly, faintly, returned. “Where were thee? We missed ye. We needed ye!”
“I know, love. I tried my best to come home. Sorry I’m late.” she said simply.
“We were starting to think you’d never show up, you know. You had us scared silly.” A dark winged woman with hair as dark as a raven’s wing landed, also adorning a low-cut gray dress similar to Shago’s. Two black marks marred her face, making her blood red eyes seem all the more frightening. A long wolf-like tail swept across her ankles. Shago pulled back from her sister and tucked herself into the woman’s side, taking one of her hands. Matching rings glittered brightly in the evening rays of the run. “Hello to you, too, Cen.” Vecna smirked. Century grinned.
Beside her, a teenage girl landed in a flutter of black feathers. Carbon colored wings folded tightly against her backside. Her eyes were a silverfish white, in tones that matched her dress with a golden trim. Upon her forehead was the same DM mark that could be found on Shago’s own forehead. Smiling, the girl pulled Vecna to her feet and hugged her. “Welcome home, Lego.” she said softly.
“Thank you, Salura-dear.” she was quick to reply. “I have something to tell you all, though. My name isn’t Lego anymore. It’s Vecna. Vecna Cesario.”
While her subjects and her lovers tested the name on their tongues, Selongo’s essence continued to stir.
“Vecna… I like it.” Shago grinned merrily.
“Where is Salega?”
All chatter ceased. Everyone focused on Vecna. Century’s features were grim. Without a word, Shago pointed towards the gardens. As she walked towards the area, Vecna spun the essence, weaving it and giving it physical form…
Salega was seated in a darkened field that had once been a lush garden. The earth was charred and blackened. She stared, unseeing, at the ground, seeing in its charred remains the path of her life and its sightless ambitions that had been flawed from the beginning. The girl did not turn when she heard footsteps coming towards her. “Salega,” Vecna said softly. The girl snickered.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” she muttered.
“Doesn’t matter. Salega, I have something for you.”
A soft, pitiful mew carried on the winds and caressed the girls’ ear…
Her head snapped up. Salega turned around and gasped. “Tha… That… Can’t be…!”
“While I was away, I encountered a feline that loved her master so much that she would defend that woman with her life.” Vecna used two fingers to pet the creature in her hand. “I hope that with time, this kitten will show you the same love and loyalty as the one that I saw.” But Salega didn’t seem to hear her. Her eyes were focused entirely on the jet black ball of mewing fur cupped tenderly in the Mother of Light’s hand. Tiny, blind, and mewing, the kit pawed about desperately, trying to pull itself toward the sound of the girls’ gasps. When the kitten mewed again, the girl covered her mouth.
“S-s-selongo! M-my Selongo!” Salega cried, feverishly reaching for the tiny creature. Vecna handed the practically new born kitten to her with a soft smile caressing her features. Once in the hands of the child, the kitten Selongo lifted her head and mewed pitifully. Tears of blood streamed from the girls’ eyes as she hugged the cat close. Her tiny form settled into the girl’s hands and her head came up, seeking Salega’s face to give her a short, tentative lick. Salega fell back onto her knees and cried, cradling the only friend she’d ever known close to her chest. As she cried, Shago, Century, and Salura came to Vecna’s side. “Selongo…!?” Shago gasped, covering her mouth and trying to choke back tears. “You brought her back! How did you… Where did you…?!” she asked, shaking her head. Both her wife and daughter clutched and squeezed her hand. The answer didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was here now.
For the first time in her life, surrounded by those she had always considered enemies, holding the one thing that would always love her… Salega was happy.