The House(New Roleplay)

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((In a wild, rugged and desolate area of Cornwall ))

The Book had detected corpses nearby and he could smell them himself but they were nowhere to be found.

Then a chilling thought came to him - the corpses weren't in one general location, They were everywhere!

He wouldn't need that many for what he wanted to but it would take an hour or so and he didn't like the idea of getting ambushed a in a place this....unreal.

With that thought he removed a small mason jar from his pocket containing two human eyes - nerves and all from his pack.

As he turned the lid on the jar it made a sound like an old man's back cracking.

As he fished out the eyeballs he tried to remember the chant for the spells he'd need - both minor and major reanimation coupled with flesh grafting and molding spells.

The eyeballs clenched in one fist he pulled out a withered skull without it's lower jaw.

"Tias Mortas DeLora!"

And with those words he placed the eyeballs in the sockets - when they were all the way in, he started a second chant that would grant him sight through these undead eyes and set the skull upon the ground.

"Cover my back Morty"

He spoke to the skull with some affection.

With that he started flipping through the Book of the Dead looking for the right spells for this.

"Hashaa Mortas Demirsa! Covnlo Asisa Dezzna!"

And suddenly the ground came alive with activity as the residents woke from their long slumber.

Within a minute a dozen or so corpses came from the Earth, each staring at Roland with maggot filled sockets.

He spent about a minute checking over each corpse and seeing what injuries killed each - most had no bodily wounds at all.

"Strange"

And with this he set to work on making himself a proper companion.

After an hour or so of toil and chanting Roland was covered in sweat and pieces of the dead men lay about.

But the product was superb!

It was an Anubite - a collection of corpses grafted into a being that resembled a hairless jackal. Though dead Anubites were a force to be reckoned with - their teeth were made of the strongest bone and a single bite was not only deadly by force but also the diseases that it brought upon the victim. If the bite didn't kill them the diseases would do the job in a day or two. Though eyeless the thing wasn't sightless - it saw life and movement with amazing clarity and it's nose was just the same.

Pleased with his work he only had to name it now.

Thanatos seemed fitting - the name of the Greek god of Death.

After retrieving the skull and putting it's eyes back in the mason jar Roland once again walked back towards the mansion.

"This may be easier then I thought"

A smile crept across his face.

"Thanatos, come"

His new servant quickly fell in line behind him.

Wraith laughed softly. "As if you're not planning to have the most fun of all of us. Everyone knows how long you've been waiting to get into that house for ages... All right, let's get going. I'm sure the others will be able to find their way." She glanced down at the silver watch on her wrist. "We're still early."

A soft wind rippled by them and Wraith turned her head into. It was soothing. Tilting her head, she smiled lightly at Mythra. "I hope you don't mind if I spread my wings. I'm rather fond of the night air, and I have the feeling that it will be awhile before I can fully apperciate it again." She stepped forward, unfolding her wings. They spread on either side of her, the black feathers gleaming in the moonlight in the moonlight. Small silver flecks dusted the wings, and when they caught any light, her wings looked like the night sky. Though it was hard to see, each wing was tipped with dark red. They were enormous; each wing brushed and trailed on the ground, and had she streched them out they would have reached past her fingertips.

She ruffled the feathers and shook her hair back. Then Wraith tucked them close to her body and smiled at her friend. "All right then, Mythra. Do you want to go in the house now, or just around it?"

((Okay, just needed to know))

His hometown was a long way away, but Mr Oak was a man of the world. Not just the world one normally sees, but the one with all pretentions stripped bare. He heard something outside, and looked out again. One of the women had spread wings.

"Well, well, well. This would be interesting for my thesis. An angel, but is she cruel?"

He looked over to where the Gunslinger had wandered off, and saw various undead creatures being created.

"A Gunslinger and a necromancer too? He would have been on dangerous ground where he originally came from..."

((Sorry, LadyCass, but I couldn't resist an "Evangelion" reference. The theme song's translated title is "Cruel Angel's Thesis"))

Mythra watched as Wraith spread her wings... her face remained motionless, although she had to admit, the sight never ceased to amaze her. With a sly smile, she opened her mouth to speak, but found her attention drawn to one of the house's many windows. Narrowing her eyes, she extended her sight so that the window appeared as though right in front of her, and saw part of a familiar face looking out. Her smile grew but she looked at Wraith so as to feign ignorance.

'Well, since you are making the most of your liberty, I suppose I should make the most of mine... I am not going to ask if you mind as you know me... I will do it regardless', she said with a slight laugh.

It took a few moments of discomfort but after that, in her place stood the most beautiful unicorn, it's gold horn shimmering in the dimming light, it's body silver, rather than the usual white. They did say the unicorn was a pure and magical creature, and they were right. She could, of course, transform into other animals, but the unicorn was her natural animal form. In such a form, she did not communicate by voice, but rather telepathy, and it was thus she shook her head and swung her tail slightly, *Well...I suppose maybe the back of the house would be a good place to explore?* she sent mentally.

Roland and Thanatos got back to the clearing just in time to see Wraith unfurl her wings and Mythra shapeshift.

Roland knew both the of ladies were powerful in their own right but they seemed oblivious to the danger this place presented.

"Are you two trying to get his attention!?"

Roland gestured towards the dining room window of the mansion with a serious look on his face.

It took some minutes to reach the side of the house, let alone the back. Mythra found herself drawn to a small wooded area to their right, it's trees ancient and tall and seeming to predate even the house. She was sure that something obsidious lay within but was not sure what. Her innate curiosity had been prone to get her into trouble a few times before...it was not that she did not think, so much as she felt life was too short to not occasionally take chances. She often took great risks in her thirst for more knowledge, but she felt it was worth it for the benefits this knowledge could bring to the rest of humanity and beyond.

She had barely taken a step before a voice broke her one track focus and she swished her tail in annoyance, an angry thought flitting through her mind before she could catch it, 'Damn gunslinger has a rod up his backside again'. She hoped that he did not have the ability to catch stray thoughts, which were different to intentionally transmitted thoughts.

Blowing through her nostrils, she turned around and stared him in the eye with her unicorn eyes, which although now large and almond shaped, had retained their vivid blue colouration. Focussing she simply said mentally,

*You should know by now I have my own ways of checking... I know who is in there, and you will too once he reveals himself instead of lurking behind the curtains*

Staring a few moments longer, she mentally gave Wraith a nudge and turned around, intent on exploring that wooded area.

"I heard that! I'm no telepath on your level but you send your thoughts like giant bulletins!."

After checking his guns again Roland looked over at the two ladies with a slightly defeated look.

"You know I'm not letting you two roam off alone, I don't care if you take your guard with you. You never know what's in a thinny. And besides, I'm here for the same reasons."

Mythra smiled inside, the only external evidence being a glint in the globular eye that had been observing Roland. She would have to be more careful about her stray thoughts lest he latch onto something he should not be aware of...even she had her secrets and some were best kept that way.

Swinging her head slightly, she tranformed back into her human form smoothly, and stretched each of her limbs before walking onwards towards the opening to the wood. It would be too difficult to negotiate her rather large animal form through any dense foliage.

As she walked, she bit her lip in annoyance at the anxiety welling up within her...she had always had problems with dense, dark places, but felt impelled to force herself to face this, regardless. She hoped that eventually the fear would leave her.

Roland followed just behind Mythra.

This place gave him a really bad feeling and Thanatos was edgy - something that rarely happened to things from beyond the grave.

"I really should be in front. The veil between death and life is no more then a silk screen."

Just then Roland caught view of something in the corner of his eye.

Slowly he drew one of his revolvers and pulled back the hammer.

And as he pulled back the hammer small electrial arches jumped across it's barrel.

"Get ready, Mythra!"

The wood was very dark, and the further she went along the overgrown path, the more the sense of oppression grew, until she was almost breathless from it. Her senses were heightened, another 'gift' she possessed, but one which also meant she could be easily overwhelmed by certain atmospheres...sometimes, she wondered why she put herself through these trials. Focussing inwards, she bought up mental barriers tp deflect some of the negative energy that seemed to be bouncing against her mind.

'and I have passed through that screen more times than I care to mention', she murmered under her breath, though she did not speak it loudly.

Suddenly, she felt a wave of invisible energy and stepped back hastilly, braced for attack. Her response was instantaneous and her thoughts focussed on defending herself anyway she could. Electricity sparked around her as her energy levels heightened, and she fought to keep it under control... it was too easy to cause damage when she panicked.

'I will keep this under control', she hissed under her breath as she reined in her emotions and focussed all of her thoughts on the invisible entity.

Suddenly, something lept out from between the trees and she swung round, freezing at the site of something she had not seen on this site of that other world... it had fangs and was at least a foot taller than her, it's wretched, crusty features pulled taut in an inhuman snarl. Without thought she focussed all her energy towards it and sent a spark of pure kinetic energy towards it, hoping that in doing so she did not set off any domino effect.

"THANATOS! KILL!"

With that the Anubite became no more then a blur of pinkish flesh and barked snarls.

And then a sound like thunder rang out as Roland put all six of his rounds into the beast in less then 3 seconds.

Each bullet was encased in pure electricity and slammed into the demon with incredible force and the beast let out an angry scream and turned on the Gunslinger.

Meanwhile, Thanatos had gotten a death grip on the beast's leg.

"DO SOMETHING!"

"So, the Gunslinger is aware of my presence...? Oh, and a shapeshifter, that other girl is....Interesting."

Mr Oak suddenly heard a creature lurching up behind him. He turned around, and saw a misshapen thing, long spindly legs, hands (or paws) like boxing bags. The head was a cylinder, and the circular face only had a mouth, grotesquely grinning.

"Halt, Closer!" snarled Mr Oak. His bodyguards were becoming affected by this house, and it was getting more difficult to control them. The language he used wasn't English, although he thought the English, and seemed to speak it....

"Where is the Red and the White, Closer?" said Mr Oak in the same eldritch tongue. The creature replied in the same grunting tongue, albeit mostly moans and groans and a snuffling grunt.

They are sweeping the house for the source of the Otherworld's interface with this world, Lord Oak.

Good. So they were doing as he had ordered. But the Red and the White were creatures who may not take kindly to the new guests. There was also Missionary....

"Harken to my words well, Closer. Tell the Red and the White, as well as Missionary, that there are other people coming into this house."

You wish them destroyed?

"On no account! If possible, stay away from them. If not, try to make sure that neither you or they come to harm. If it is impossible to do so, confine them, and report to me! If necessary, I will deal with them. But if they're here, they may be investigating the occurences. It may be necessary to....co-operate. Understand?"

Yes, Lord Oak.

"Then go, and do my will. And when I say that, I do not mean my will and testament. I have no need for those anymore..."

The grotesque creature lumbered away to carry out its duties. But Mr Oak wondered if the creatures he had brought from his home may be affected by this place. It certainly made them more real, but he suspected they were freeing themselves from the bonds he placed on them. That was worrying. In his home, a town very much like this place, he could still control these creatures, even with the influence of those that controlled the town.

Mythria tried hard to keep her focus as she continued to send blasts of energy at the creature, but she knew her reserves were fast failing. She stepped back for a moment as Roland shot all his rounds of bullets at the thing, the noise deafening her as she bought her hands to her ears. Whatever it was, it didn't seem in any hurry to die and Roland's pet could only hold it at bay for so long.

'I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!', she shouted, though she wasn't sure why she was shouting. Removing her hands from her ears, her heart beating hard, she focussed inwards again and roused all the emotion she could within herself, feeling it bubbling to the surface, much as the molten lava of a volcano might bubble before its firey exit. As it reached it's peak, her entire body began shuddering and she moved forwards at speed, and lifted her hands to the skies, her head flung back in a silent scream as wave after wave of energy surged from her body and struck the creature with full force.

Minutes passed, and her awareness became fuzzy, but finally the thing seemed to sway dangerously as her final excess energy reserves left her body.

((Has Mythra ever been to Silent Hill, Graelwyn? I had been assuming Mr Oak has never known Mythra.....))

((this isnt meant to be silent hill tho. It is a house...we are meant to be a group with certain special abilities who have all met before, wherever...as a group, due to being outcasts. I wrote the premis of the roleplay at the beginning. You can, if you wish, make yourself some part of the house or outside of the group))

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