Game 10 - Game Thread
Nov 4, 2013 17:12:46 GMT 12
Post by Cloud on Nov 4, 2013 17:12:46 GMT 12
Player List:
1. Knight of Heart - Virgilia
2. Nate - Eva/MARIA
3. Epilos303 - Battler/Stakes
4. Yamon Venzli - Natsuhi/Kinzo
5. Teathewitchofdreams - Shannon/Chiesters
6. Ninjasplaycardgames2 - Rudolf/Gaap
7. Ebilkitty - Kyrie/EVA
8. Yarn - Rosa/Willard
9. Zeuswizofmisfortune - Kanon/Beatrice
A mass communion of chatter erupts from within a church which doors creaks to its newest guests. “Come! Sit down! Gather around everyone and I’ll begin the story. Especially you my dear disciple! Ah, yes! Come in!” Publius Virgilia Maro with all her elegant wisdom greets the goats that surround her, and the now-entering witches, wizards, sorcerers and the like as they take their seats in the mighty chapel which appeared more like a grand stage, laced with gold, painted with mighty paintings and surrounded by great sculptures. The stained glass windows cast a radiant frame around Virgilia whom of which sits in the very middle of the growing crowd. On her knee sits a small child with long golden hair. The child bounces in excitement and anticipation for the story Virgilia is about to tell. Virgilia raises her wand slightly and in that very moment the crowd falls silent. After a momentary silence the wise witch swings her wand around with a majestic gesture as hundreds upon thousands of golden butterflies take flight around the church, transforming it to the scenery of the story Virgilia was about to tell.
The cold ocean breeze danced off the spray of the water that ran past the edges of a cruising vessel. The boat quickly cut across to the docks of an island, its destination: Rokkenjima, the resident island of Krauss, Natsuhi and Jessica of the Ushiromiya family. On this very day, October 4 1986, the annual Ushiromiya family conference was to be held between the children of the family’s head Kinzo Ushiromiya - Krauss, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa, their respective partners Natsuhi, Hideyoshi and Kyrie and their children, Jessica, George, Battler and Maria. Despite its superficial appearance of a mere family reunion, beneath its friendly disposition lay sinister and schemes over the inheritance of Kinzo’s immense wealth becoming of it’s initially pretentious title of “conference.” Today also marked the return of Battler after 6 years of previous abandonment following the sudden remarriage of his father upon the decease of his mother Asumu. After clinging tightly to the side rails of the boat, screaming and declaring his fear of boats, Battler alongside the rest of his family arrive at the docks of Rokkenjima, eventually meeting with well-known servants to Kinzo including Shannon, Kumasawa and Genji as well as meeting new servants such as Kanon and Gohda.
Every year a heated argument over Kinzo’s inheritance would occur amongst the siblings Krauss, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa, often revolving around the location of ten tonnes of hidden gold alluded to in an Epitaph made by Kinzo, devoted to his supposedly magical mistress “Beatrice The Golden:”
A sinister and dark mass of clouds swept across the sky, marking the approach of a dark and monotonous storm and explaining the eerie lack of seagulls’ cries that once stood as a declaration to the beginning of each yearly gathering. The shadow of the coming typhoon darkened the layout of the beautiful rose garden in front of the Guest House. Swallowing the house shortly afterwards and eventually, the mansion of the island.
Natsuhi heard a faint wrapping of knuckles upon her bedroom door as several cracks and booms of thunder announced the emergence of a storm. “Yes, come in.” Natsuhi pressed her hand against her head as her head pounded with an immense headache. “Natsuhi… I believe tonight is the night… we have to tell them. “ Her husband Krauss revealed his intentions to her, a well of guilt and burden within his chest demanded to be released. “Krauss… are you aware of what that means for us? Do you know how it will affect everyone? We have to wait a bit longer-”
“No, Natsuhi… they already suspect it. I feel like now is the time to act…”
“Very well… we will act. And you will be the one to tell them. But don’t expect me to be standing next to you when you show them what we’ve done.” Natsuhi fiercely snapped at Krauss who opened his mouth slightly with a face of shock, however it slowly melted into dismay. Krauss closed the door leaving Natsuhi to her privacy once more.
The conference gained an early start during dinner, even with the cousins watching, however, Natsuhi herself was absent due to an increasing headache. Krauss stood up as he became cornered by the discussion.
“Very well then… I think it’s time to reveal it. You are indeed correct, our father - Kinzo Ushiromiya - is dead.”
Natsuhi sat down on her bed and sighed with a pained expression. Suddenly she felt a presence near her. A familiar and musty smell reunited with her senses as a figure emerged from the darkness of her room that seemed more like a house of its own. “Natsuhi… you have the one-winged eagle engraved into your heart!” Natsuhi turned around to find Kinzo standing behind her alive and well. “I am alive if you truly believe I am.”
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The following morning Beatrice awoke from her slumber. It was neither warm nor cold, neither comfortable nor uncomfortable but regardless of its condition it remained a slumber nonetheless. The young, long and golden haired woman sat up within her large queen bed. A canopy shielded her from her view of the mountain of gold beside her bed. Next to her end table, with its small lamp upon it, stood the elegant dress of her witch form with which she was to don for the sake of her resurrection ceremony later that night. It was of utmost importance to her to draw out the sin of her lover from six years ago and purge him of that sin. Revealing her heart as the legend of the golden witch reached its fulfillment. However, time was necessary to pass at least just for a little longer until her plan could be executed. Taking one foot out of the bed followed by another, Beatrice felt the stinging cold of the dungeon she called her small “Golden Land” at least for as long as her mortal self could exist.
Sakutaro woke up from an extremely intense nap. It was very dreamless and even after waking, everything made him nauseous. The room was extremely dark and almost nothing could be seen clearly. He felt around himself, not understanding almost anything going on around him, if there WAS anything going on that is. He felt what appeared to be people on the ground in front of him. A wet liquid was covered all over the people he found. Despite his best efforts he couldn’t get them to wake up at all, then again, he couldn’t get himself to wake up entirely either as he still felt extremely drowsy. Sakutaro quickly tried to move towards whatever exit he could find only to discover the only door practically impossible to move. It seemed slightly ajar but seemingly caught by something else too high for him to reach. He felt alone, cold and scared.
Shannon moved through the mansion, placing cutlery within the dining room and readying everything for breakfast which Gohda had been preparing, after cleaning up the mansion she discovered Battler sleeping on a couch in the parlour with a magazine held against his chest. It appeared he had fallen asleep reading. “B-Battler… I… don’t mean to disturb you…” Battler quickly jumped back to life at the sudden startling sound of Shannon’s voice. “Ah! Shannon! I’m sorry I… what… what time is it?” Battler sat up on the couch after looking around towards the windows which shone with a dark morning light. “Umm… it’s about 8 in the morning. May I ask… what are you doing here?” Battler shuffled along the couch and patted beside him, gesturing Shannon to let her know she could sit next to him, however she politely declined. “That bloody conference last night, I got pulled into it. First they reveal the old geezer’s death then next thing I know I’m waiting in the parlour whilst the old folks ponder to themselves about something and the others head off to bed. Why did I have to mention that damn riddle!?” Battler sank his head into his hands before looking back up at Shannon, “Weren’t you on duty then, Shannon?” Shannon raised her eyebrows and gasped slightly before replying. “Ah, no. Kanon and I weren’t on duty last night, thankfully. Tell me more about what happened, Battler! Did you solve the riddle?”
“Sure thing, come on sit down, I’m sure you can take some time off for now. Well no, we sort of solved the riddle but we didn’t really do anything about it.” Shannon made a small sigh of relief at Battler’s previous statement. “What was that about? Shannon are you okay?” Battler looked at Shannon inquisitively as he spoke. “Um… yeah, it’s just… I…” Suddenly, as Shannon spoke the mansion doors slammed open, briefly releasing the sounds of the outside storm. Eva came sprinting inside, followed by Rudolf who ran upstairs shouting for Krauss. Battler and Shannon quietly peeked around to check up on what was happening only to have Rudolf, Eva and Krauss run back outside towards the guest house, leaving the doors wide open once more. After a brief moment of silence, Genji walked in with his usual robust and staunch posture. He slowly moved over to Battler and Shannon and bowed. “I apologise, Master Battler but I’m afraid Shannon will have to part with you for now.” He turned to Shannon and continued, “Shannon, come with me, we must find Kanon.” The two quickly moved off, leaving Battler alone in the entrance hall. Before long, Battler moved away himself, following his father to the Guest House. As he entered the enclosure of the guest house, safe from the cold and pouring rain of the morning, he discovered Aunt Rosa fiercely bashing on the door of the room that he was supposed to be staying in. Before him was Rudolf, Kyrie, Krauss, Eva, Hideyoshi, Rosa and Kumasawa standing next to the door of the cousins’ room. The door itself seemed slightly ajar but secured with a chain. In the crack between the doorway and the door seeped a deep, thick and red liquid. Blood trickled out from the cousins’ room into the hallway of the guest house. On the door itself lay an ominous red circle painted in a blood-like substance and on further inspection, Battler saw what appeared to be a blood-stained hand sticking through the doorway. Before long Kanon arrived alongside Genji, he stopped in his tracks and let out a sudden gasp, placing his hands to his mouth to muffle any screaming that tried desperately to move through the cracks in his fingers. The true horror to him was the small glimpse of a hand that peeked through the doorway; that arm was encompassed by the sleeve of a purple blazer. What little could be seen implied a tragic fate for Jessica and perhaps even the other residents of the room.
GAME BOARD PHASE START
1. Knight of Heart - Virgilia
2. Nate - Eva/MARIA
3. Epilos303 - Battler/Stakes
4. Yamon Venzli - Natsuhi/Kinzo
5. Teathewitchofdreams - Shannon/Chiesters
6. Ninjasplaycardgames2 - Rudolf/Gaap
7. Ebilkitty - Kyrie/EVA
8. Yarn - Rosa/Willard
9. Zeuswizofmisfortune - Kanon/Beatrice
A mass communion of chatter erupts from within a church which doors creaks to its newest guests. “Come! Sit down! Gather around everyone and I’ll begin the story. Especially you my dear disciple! Ah, yes! Come in!” Publius Virgilia Maro with all her elegant wisdom greets the goats that surround her, and the now-entering witches, wizards, sorcerers and the like as they take their seats in the mighty chapel which appeared more like a grand stage, laced with gold, painted with mighty paintings and surrounded by great sculptures. The stained glass windows cast a radiant frame around Virgilia whom of which sits in the very middle of the growing crowd. On her knee sits a small child with long golden hair. The child bounces in excitement and anticipation for the story Virgilia is about to tell. Virgilia raises her wand slightly and in that very moment the crowd falls silent. After a momentary silence the wise witch swings her wand around with a majestic gesture as hundreds upon thousands of golden butterflies take flight around the church, transforming it to the scenery of the story Virgilia was about to tell.
“Earth to earth,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Illusions to illusions.
And dreams to dreams.
A dream is something drawn in the sand between the coming and the receding waves.
Something so fragile that it is wiped blank each time the waves draw back.
For this reason, the heartless might sneer at the drawing and call it useless.
However, no wave will ever come again to wipe away the dream she drew.
Her tenth, beautiful dream will not disappear for all eternity.
Come, try and picture it.
Picture it as the gentle afternoon sunshine on a warm spring day, as though that light would never dim again.
After all, it is such a wonderful thing…
- Witness to your tenth game: Dream of the Golden Witch
Publius Virgilia Maro
The cold ocean breeze danced off the spray of the water that ran past the edges of a cruising vessel. The boat quickly cut across to the docks of an island, its destination: Rokkenjima, the resident island of Krauss, Natsuhi and Jessica of the Ushiromiya family. On this very day, October 4 1986, the annual Ushiromiya family conference was to be held between the children of the family’s head Kinzo Ushiromiya - Krauss, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa, their respective partners Natsuhi, Hideyoshi and Kyrie and their children, Jessica, George, Battler and Maria. Despite its superficial appearance of a mere family reunion, beneath its friendly disposition lay sinister and schemes over the inheritance of Kinzo’s immense wealth becoming of it’s initially pretentious title of “conference.” Today also marked the return of Battler after 6 years of previous abandonment following the sudden remarriage of his father upon the decease of his mother Asumu. After clinging tightly to the side rails of the boat, screaming and declaring his fear of boats, Battler alongside the rest of his family arrive at the docks of Rokkenjima, eventually meeting with well-known servants to Kinzo including Shannon, Kumasawa and Genji as well as meeting new servants such as Kanon and Gohda.
Every year a heated argument over Kinzo’s inheritance would occur amongst the siblings Krauss, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa, often revolving around the location of ten tonnes of hidden gold alluded to in an Epitaph made by Kinzo, devoted to his supposedly magical mistress “Beatrice The Golden:”
Behold the fruits of my labour.
Representative in beauty reminiscent of my work.
Like all existence its duty is to wilt to nothing but with hope the seed will hold reign.
Upon approaching the land that is held under view of the outsiders, you shall find the gold.
The one who obtains the key must then travel to the Golden Land in accordance with these rules
On the first twilight, offer the seed of the three chosen by the key as sacrifices.
On the second twilight, those who remain shall tear apart the one who still holds their own.
On the third twilight, only the one whom have borne their children may remain.
On the fourth twilight, monsters will be birthed from angels and angels borne of monsters.
On the fifth twilight, separate the truth from lies and prosecute the deceivers.
On the sixth twilight, gouge the head and kill.
On the seventh twilight, gouge the chest and kill.
On the eighth twilight, gouge the belly and kill.
On the ninth twilight, gouge the knee and kill.
On the tenth twilight, gouge the leg and kill.
On the eleventh twilight, the witch shall revive, and none shall be left alive.
On the twelfth twilight, the journey shall end, and you shall reach the capital where the gold dwells
The witch will praise the wise, and should bestow four treasures.
One shall be, all the gold from the Golden Land.
One shall be, the resurrection of the souls of all the dead.
One shall be, even the resurrection of the lost love.
One shall be, to put the witch to sleep for all time.
A sinister and dark mass of clouds swept across the sky, marking the approach of a dark and monotonous storm and explaining the eerie lack of seagulls’ cries that once stood as a declaration to the beginning of each yearly gathering. The shadow of the coming typhoon darkened the layout of the beautiful rose garden in front of the Guest House. Swallowing the house shortly afterwards and eventually, the mansion of the island.
Natsuhi heard a faint wrapping of knuckles upon her bedroom door as several cracks and booms of thunder announced the emergence of a storm. “Yes, come in.” Natsuhi pressed her hand against her head as her head pounded with an immense headache. “Natsuhi… I believe tonight is the night… we have to tell them. “ Her husband Krauss revealed his intentions to her, a well of guilt and burden within his chest demanded to be released. “Krauss… are you aware of what that means for us? Do you know how it will affect everyone? We have to wait a bit longer-”
“No, Natsuhi… they already suspect it. I feel like now is the time to act…”
“Very well… we will act. And you will be the one to tell them. But don’t expect me to be standing next to you when you show them what we’ve done.” Natsuhi fiercely snapped at Krauss who opened his mouth slightly with a face of shock, however it slowly melted into dismay. Krauss closed the door leaving Natsuhi to her privacy once more.
The conference gained an early start during dinner, even with the cousins watching, however, Natsuhi herself was absent due to an increasing headache. Krauss stood up as he became cornered by the discussion.
“Very well then… I think it’s time to reveal it. You are indeed correct, our father - Kinzo Ushiromiya - is dead.”
Natsuhi sat down on her bed and sighed with a pained expression. Suddenly she felt a presence near her. A familiar and musty smell reunited with her senses as a figure emerged from the darkness of her room that seemed more like a house of its own. “Natsuhi… you have the one-winged eagle engraved into your heart!” Natsuhi turned around to find Kinzo standing behind her alive and well. “I am alive if you truly believe I am.”
(www.rainymood.com)
The following morning Beatrice awoke from her slumber. It was neither warm nor cold, neither comfortable nor uncomfortable but regardless of its condition it remained a slumber nonetheless. The young, long and golden haired woman sat up within her large queen bed. A canopy shielded her from her view of the mountain of gold beside her bed. Next to her end table, with its small lamp upon it, stood the elegant dress of her witch form with which she was to don for the sake of her resurrection ceremony later that night. It was of utmost importance to her to draw out the sin of her lover from six years ago and purge him of that sin. Revealing her heart as the legend of the golden witch reached its fulfillment. However, time was necessary to pass at least just for a little longer until her plan could be executed. Taking one foot out of the bed followed by another, Beatrice felt the stinging cold of the dungeon she called her small “Golden Land” at least for as long as her mortal self could exist.
Sakutaro woke up from an extremely intense nap. It was very dreamless and even after waking, everything made him nauseous. The room was extremely dark and almost nothing could be seen clearly. He felt around himself, not understanding almost anything going on around him, if there WAS anything going on that is. He felt what appeared to be people on the ground in front of him. A wet liquid was covered all over the people he found. Despite his best efforts he couldn’t get them to wake up at all, then again, he couldn’t get himself to wake up entirely either as he still felt extremely drowsy. Sakutaro quickly tried to move towards whatever exit he could find only to discover the only door practically impossible to move. It seemed slightly ajar but seemingly caught by something else too high for him to reach. He felt alone, cold and scared.
Shannon moved through the mansion, placing cutlery within the dining room and readying everything for breakfast which Gohda had been preparing, after cleaning up the mansion she discovered Battler sleeping on a couch in the parlour with a magazine held against his chest. It appeared he had fallen asleep reading. “B-Battler… I… don’t mean to disturb you…” Battler quickly jumped back to life at the sudden startling sound of Shannon’s voice. “Ah! Shannon! I’m sorry I… what… what time is it?” Battler sat up on the couch after looking around towards the windows which shone with a dark morning light. “Umm… it’s about 8 in the morning. May I ask… what are you doing here?” Battler shuffled along the couch and patted beside him, gesturing Shannon to let her know she could sit next to him, however she politely declined. “That bloody conference last night, I got pulled into it. First they reveal the old geezer’s death then next thing I know I’m waiting in the parlour whilst the old folks ponder to themselves about something and the others head off to bed. Why did I have to mention that damn riddle!?” Battler sank his head into his hands before looking back up at Shannon, “Weren’t you on duty then, Shannon?” Shannon raised her eyebrows and gasped slightly before replying. “Ah, no. Kanon and I weren’t on duty last night, thankfully. Tell me more about what happened, Battler! Did you solve the riddle?”
“Sure thing, come on sit down, I’m sure you can take some time off for now. Well no, we sort of solved the riddle but we didn’t really do anything about it.” Shannon made a small sigh of relief at Battler’s previous statement. “What was that about? Shannon are you okay?” Battler looked at Shannon inquisitively as he spoke. “Um… yeah, it’s just… I…” Suddenly, as Shannon spoke the mansion doors slammed open, briefly releasing the sounds of the outside storm. Eva came sprinting inside, followed by Rudolf who ran upstairs shouting for Krauss. Battler and Shannon quietly peeked around to check up on what was happening only to have Rudolf, Eva and Krauss run back outside towards the guest house, leaving the doors wide open once more. After a brief moment of silence, Genji walked in with his usual robust and staunch posture. He slowly moved over to Battler and Shannon and bowed. “I apologise, Master Battler but I’m afraid Shannon will have to part with you for now.” He turned to Shannon and continued, “Shannon, come with me, we must find Kanon.” The two quickly moved off, leaving Battler alone in the entrance hall. Before long, Battler moved away himself, following his father to the Guest House. As he entered the enclosure of the guest house, safe from the cold and pouring rain of the morning, he discovered Aunt Rosa fiercely bashing on the door of the room that he was supposed to be staying in. Before him was Rudolf, Kyrie, Krauss, Eva, Hideyoshi, Rosa and Kumasawa standing next to the door of the cousins’ room. The door itself seemed slightly ajar but secured with a chain. In the crack between the doorway and the door seeped a deep, thick and red liquid. Blood trickled out from the cousins’ room into the hallway of the guest house. On the door itself lay an ominous red circle painted in a blood-like substance and on further inspection, Battler saw what appeared to be a blood-stained hand sticking through the doorway. Before long Kanon arrived alongside Genji, he stopped in his tracks and let out a sudden gasp, placing his hands to his mouth to muffle any screaming that tried desperately to move through the cracks in his fingers. The true horror to him was the small glimpse of a hand that peeked through the doorway; that arm was encompassed by the sleeve of a purple blazer. What little could be seen implied a tragic fate for Jessica and perhaps even the other residents of the room.
GAME BOARD PHASE START