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General discussion. Seeing as how this will be the first post for it, I mine as well advertise this if other people would like to be a part of it. We're already at a pretty decent party size, but there's room for 1 or 2 more if they so choose. I'm doing an ADVENTURE/STORY through my thread called 'Bellmyst'. Here's the intro story bit: *bbbbzzt* The tv flicked off with a quick static charge as all the lights in the old house went out. “This is the worst Halloween ever” a young boy sighed loudly while sitting on an oversized red chair. Rain continued to pelt against the rooftops and spattered the two large windows in the living room where the child and his grandfather were sitting. Those windows now were darkening quickly, like a pair of smoky blue eyes that hung enormously. “Boy, I know how disappointed you are this Halloween, but with you catching sick you can’t go out in this weather. Trust me, I’ve been keeping an eye outside and there’s barely any trick-or-treaters. You’re not missing anything” the grandfather replied. The boy crossed his arms in an over-exaggerated manner to show how much he didn’t care for his grandfather’s rationale. “This is like…the ONLY holiday that I love. Who cares about Christmas? Or Thanksgiving? And now with this stupid storm the power’s gone out.” As the child was ranting, the grandfather had already fumbled a bit to the endtable and lit a couple candles. He also had a flashlight that was able to be propped up like a small tripod to illuminate some of the living room. A bang of thunder rocketed through the air, jolting the young one. Not wanting to look scared, he merely grabbed his pile of blankets that were heaped on him and waddled over to the couch where his grandpa was originally sitting. “...I really wish you got a cell phone that wasn’t terrible” he said. The grandfather merely laughed and waved it off. “Well look, I have something better than any of that video-streaming that your mother has on her phone. How about I tell you a true scary story?” The boy’s ears perked up, but wore a mask of indifference. He shrugged under the blanket heap that he was nesting in as he coughed. Sinking into the chair, the grandfather put the tripod flashlight on the coffee table in front of them. Gesturing to the now-dead tv in the living room, the elder said, “I can guarantee you that this is scarier than anything you’ve seen on the tv. I don’t know if you’re old enough to hear this.” Thunder peeled through the sky again. Denial always drummed up anticipation. Now a little more restless, the boy pressed on to hear this story. Looking inquisitively, “So…who’s this story about?” Playfully mocking, the grandfather started toying with the boy. “I…I don’t know. If your mother found out she would kill me.” Another rumble of thunder from the skies. Adjusting to get comfortable for a long evening, the grandpa corrected the boy, “Not ‘who’ but ‘where’ is what matters.” He looked side to side, as if about to whisper a secret. “….Bellmyst.” “Bellmyst? Where’s that?” the boy was curious now. “Back from where this family came from. In old England and where my father told me about this story and his father did the same. Only it’s not on a map or in the history books. At least…not anymore.” Rain was pelting the house at a 45 degree angle, and all the candles and the flashlight were showing a reflection of stars twinkling in those enormous graying window-eyes. “Why’s it not on a map? What happened to the place?” the boy asked. “If you think you’re old enough to hear this, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to break the story. I know it well and it had a serious impact on me in my younger days. One of the reasons I went to medical school as a lad.” Making a zipper motion, the boy dragged his hand across his mouth. He wouldn’t make a peep. Guffawing, the grandfather started… Bellmyst was a town nestled in England generations ago. It’s not on any map anymore. Once everything had unfolded, it was stricken from the record books and the neighboring towns extended their property lines, pretending it never existed. It was swallowed up, like nothing ever happened. And those few that *do* remember, probably keep the tales to themselves. After all, after a generation had passed, who would believe such things existed anyway? It was a nightmare that people wanted to forget. The plague had ravaged certain parts of the land. There was talk among the neighboring towns of paranormal things going on in the town of Bellmyst. Spirits. Witches. Beasts in the night. Experiments being conducted on the dead. There was no certainty where these rumors came, but they became prevalent. Always in hushed tones were the townsfolk talking of these things. Always late at night, when drinking was heavy and tongues began to wag. The town also became a hotspot for mining. Discovery of new resources abound in Bellmyst, and that grew the area into a magnet for people all across the country for a brief spell. The land gained notoriety. There were a couple types of people attracted to this area. There were the destitute and poor who expected to make riches, much like the California gold rush here in America. There were also plague doctors who wanted to see what they could do to study the Outbreak. Alchemists were immediately attracted to the wealth of materials to experiment with. Lastly were those…unsavory types. Those that maybe had a hand in the occult or paranormal and wanted to investigate rumors. CHOOSE YOUR CLASS: -Plague Doctor -Alchemist -Paranormal Investigator -Destitute/Unknown Yet -- As of right now, we have the following party: @WhiteGhost as an Alchemist @GregT. as an Alchemist @DarK_RaideR as a Plague Doctor @CallunaTook as a Paranormal Investigator @Sylvaa as Destitute @Leigh as Destitute @RES as Destitute If anyone else would like to join, just send me a message. I will be starting up group PM for (Out of Character) questions. Like, "I'm an Alchemist, will I piss off the bartender if I ask about ___?" Or "What's my motivation?" etc. All in-game roleplaying is done with the sickly green bold text.