LG 111:The Third Great Awakening

[Mint11 she/her]

how do you guys come up with the coolest characters while it takes me forever to think of a concept

my character will be Luminair who is sure ghosts don't exist. also if magic exists in the world, she is an anti-magic conspiracy theorist

[___ He/Him]

Mr. Monopoly sat in the backseat of his limo, heading to the infamous House on the Hill. He tapped his foot on the floor, and raised his martini to his lips, taking a small sip. He needed this venture to succeed. Else he wouldn't have an artificial inland boardwalk. Think of how many people it would attract. He saw the house in the distance gate wide open like the maw of a great beast, and took another sip of his drink.

Edited April 12 by ___

[Myst He/Him]

Brax pulled out his deck of cards, riffling through them. All he needed to complete the deck was a Void card, and this was a good place as any.

Shuffling the deck, he flipped the top card. The Comet. Great rewards, but only with some risk. 
 

Spoiler

Brax is a magician(I think it’d be funny to have a normal magician in the cosmere), it’s up to you to decide whether he’s actually magic or not.

He’s best with his deck of cards, which is based on A Deck Of Many Things from Dungeons and Dragons. But he has some other tricks.

 

[Fizz9]

Patrick was almost there. The long climb almost to an end. What had happened up here? Where were the ruins? There shouldn't be a house there.

Patrick fingered a small horseshoe in his pocket. The first thing he made as a blacksmith.

He looked up at the house, where the ruins should be. There was something about this house. It reminded Patrick of poker. Keep your feelings to yourself. Be careful. Patrick would be.

[___ He/Him]

17 hours ago, Fizz9 said:

Patrick was almost there. The long climb almost to an end. What had happened up here? Where were the ruins? There shouldn't be a house there.

Patrick fingered a small horseshoe in his pocket. The first thing he made as a blacksmith.

He looked up at the house, where the ruins should be. There was something about this house. It reminded Patrick of poker. Keep your feelings to yourself. Be careful. Patrick would be.

Monocle pulled up to the house, and stepped out of his limo, peering around the grounds. He could hear some grunting from the edge of the space, and he stalks over. He sees a figure below, climbing the side of the hill.

"Uhh, might you need some help? I can get one of my servants to pull you up if you like." 

[Myst He/Him]

Brax looked upon the house, unbuttoning part of his white shirt to access the pocket sewn inside. He’d want access to everything he had here. From what he knew, not everything was as it seemed here.

Places where Void cards could be found were never nice. But it couldn’t be as bad as his Skull card, right? Brax still had scars from that one. He knew he had to complete the deck though. Until he did so, he would continue drawing blank cards.

It had happened a few times already, drawing a card meant something, but you could never tell what that meaning was without having the card. He had to get this last one.  
 

Spoiler

Once again, he may or may not be delusional, and he may or may not have a magic deck of cards.

I have not decided because idk whether this is Cosmere or cosmere adjacent or whether or not he can even have a magical deck of cards, so for now it may just be a series of coincidences 

 

[Through the living Wahr He/Him]

Warren approached the Hill. He knew that the ruin of a House that had rebuild itself out of nothing was a strange place and the safest thing was to keep a good amount of Distance to the House, but there was something inside of him that urged him to visit the House and uncover its secrets.
There was already a car parked up at the Top of the Hill, and a man who climed up the steepest side of the Hill instead of using the path. 
It seemed like that he wasn't the only one who decided to pay the House a Visit. He began to walk up the Path, out of the corner of his eyes he saw a light shimmering on one of the trees like it shined through stained glass or Crystal, invisible for the Human eye.
As he continued to walk up the Path the light wandered with him, always appearing on other surfaces.

[Fizz9]

4 hours ago, ___ said:

Monocle pulled up to the house, and stepped out of his limo, peering around the grounds. He could hear some grunting from the edge of the space, and he stalks over. He sees a figure below, climbing the side of the hill.

"Uhh, might you need some help? I can get one of my servants to pull you up if you like." 

Patrick looked up to see a man, just stepping out of a fancy limo offering to help him. "No," he said between breath, "I'm...doing....just...fine." 

Then he made it to the top.

[Through The Living Star She/Her]

Mabel scowled at them all, clutching her cane in a weathered hand. "Lights Cursed fools," she muttered under her breath. She wore trousers and a t-shirt, which was uncustomary for most women, especially those of her age. But if anyone had a problem, they could take that up with her. Personally. 

She could see how people were going up the Hill to the House, and found that curious. "I don't care," she scoffed to herself. "They're all idiots, I'm sure." But something, even though she wasn't quite sure what, made her set up the Hill to the house, hobbling up slowly, one languid step at a time. 

[Conure1243 He/Him]

Very unsure about what the heck is happening, Liam finds himself caught up in the mystery of the House on the Hill, and started upward himself, fully expecting for him to do something stupid.

[___ He/Him]

6 hours ago, Fizz9 said:

Patrick looked up to see a man, just stepping out of a fancy limo offering to help him. "No," he said between breath, "I'm...doing....just...fine." 

Then he made it to the top.

"Alright then."  

Monocle watched others coming up the hill, and sighed. He wished that he could just seize the land, but his secretary had insisted that he check out the House first. Staring at the dark facade, he regrets having come.

He stalks over to his limo, and has some words with the driver. A minute later, a bunch of camping chairs were set up, and so was a s'mores-making station in the center of the chairs.

"Anyone want s'mores?" He called out. @Conure1243@Fizz9@Through The Living Star@Through the living Wahr@Mist. And anyone else

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A note on my character, he may seem all stuck-up, but he is also very caring.

When he sees it fit.

 

Edited April 13 by ___

[Through The Living Star She/Her]

Mabel made it to the top of the Hill, with some effort. A seemingly very rich man had set up a s'mores station. "Anyone want s'mores?" He called. 

"Of course I want s'mores!" Mabel snapped, jabbing him in the ribs with her cane."Why else would I have come up here? Lights Cursed fool!" she muttered, taking a seat. Contrary to her earlier remark, however, she did not take any of the s'mores. She just eyed all the other people coming to the House, silently judging each one. 

 @___ and anyone else 

[Through the living Wahr He/Him]

Warren arrives at the Top of the Hill. In front of the House someone had set up some chairs and smores.

As the rich guy (@___) offered some Smores, Warren said "yes, thank you very much"  and snatched some of the smores. He could still see the strange light through the corner of his eyes. This time it sat on a piece of Ground beneath one of the chairs.

[Fizz9]

3 hours ago, ___ said:

"Alright then."  

Monocle watched others coming up the hill, and sighed. He wished that he could just seize the land, but his secretary had insisted that he check out the House first. Staring at the dark facade, he regrets having come.

He stalks over to his limo, and has some words with the driver. A minute later, a bunch of camping chairs were set up, and so was a s'mores-making station in the center of the chairs.

"Anyone want s'mores?" He called out. @Conure1243@Fizz9@Through The Living Star@Through the living Wahr@Mist. And anyone else

 

"I will gladly take some s'mores" Patrick replied.

[Doc12]

A tall figure in a mourning veil and a deep black dress moves among the gathering. Their eyes could not be seen under the veil, but one by one each felt the weight of their attention. A blacksmith with cold iron in his pocket, wishing for luck or protection. A magician with a deck of undrawn cards, his face reflected in the void. A boy haunted by ethereal light that strained through the cracks. A girl with a stringed toy, herself perhaps bound by string. The baron, so magnanimous to all those so much less fortunate than he - seeming to hold nothing back. Two women, older, one with a cane and sharp, careful eyes. The other, bad knees, crude matter, but in her eyes the knowledge of the luminous matter that all were. 

What a crew! 

"I see I am not the only one drawn to the shadow of this dark domicile," The figure spoke, voice soft as a whisper. "Dearly beloved, we gather today under inauspicious stars to bear witness to things beyond our comprehension."

A deep, wistful sigh. 

"Some will call us brave, or witless, but I know myself to be haunted since my birth by beauty and doom that await us beyond these doors. How terrible, how wonderful!"

"How many of us, do you think, will walk out these doors again?" 

Then, quieter still, almost to themselves, they began to recite, their veil turning once again to each and every one present. 

"I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?"

(credit to Edgar Allan Poe)

Edited April 14 by Doc12

[___ He/Him]

2 hours ago, Doc12 said:

A tall figure in a mourning veil and a deep black dress moves among the gathering. Their eyes could not be seen under the veil, but one by one each felt the weight of their attention. The blacksmith with cold iron in his pocket. The magician with a deck of undrawn cards. The boy haunted by ethereal light. The baron, so magnanimous to all those so much less fortunate than he - what was he holding back? The woman with a cane, also weighing everyone with sharp, piercing eyes.

"I see I am not the only one drawn to the shadow of this dark domicile," The figure spoke, voice soft as a whisper. "Dearly beloved, we gather today under inauspicious stars to bear witness to things beyond our comprehension."

A deep, wistful sigh. 

"Some will call us brave, or witless, but I know myself to be haunted since my birth by beauty and doom that await us beyond these doors. How terrible, how wonderful!"

"How many of us, do you think, will walk out these doors again?" 

Then, quieter still, almost to themselves, they began to recite, their veil turning once again to each and every one present. 

"I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?"

(credit to Edgar Allan Poe)

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Am I the baron?

 

[Mint11 she/her]

Luminair was out of breath by the time she reached the top of the hill. It's dangerous, her children had said. Rubbish. It doesn't matter, they said. It mattered to her. You're going to throw out your back, they said. Well just because her bad knees gave her a hard time on the climb up didn't mean she couldn't make it in one piece! People had always talked about ghosts up here, and the stories had only grown more wild after the mansion appeared. Half the town was scared to death. You couldn't talk sense into any of them. Well she wasn't going back down there until she got to the bottom of this.

"Don't mind if I do, lad," she said, taking one of the s'mores being offered around. (@___) Luminair took a look around at the crowd that had formed. Hopefully they were more level-headed. 

(okay after getting a cosmere refresher, I decided my character idea doesn't make much sense here so I am tweaking)

Edited April 14 by Frozen Mint

[Miss Fallen she/her]

K eyed the House. Alone, it was suspicious, but now people were flocking to it, having s’mores, and spouting poetry! She’d come on a dare, but things kept getting curious and curiouser. K absently bounced one of her many yo-yos up and down, the only clue as to how eager she was to simply enter the House and get this dare over with. 

[___ He/Him]

19 hours ago, Doc12 said:

A tall figure in a mourning veil and a deep black dress moves among the gathering. Their eyes could not be seen under the veil, but one by one each felt the weight of their attention. A blacksmith with cold iron in his pocket, wishing for luck or protection. A magician with a deck of undrawn cards, his face reflected in the void. A boy haunted by ethereal light that strained through the cracks. A girl with a stringed toy, herself perhaps bound by string. The baron, so magnanimous to all those so much less fortunate than he - seeming to hold nothing back. Two women, older, one with a cane and sharp, careful eyes. The other, bad knees, crude matter, but in her eyes the knowledge of the luminous matter that all were. 

What a crew! 

"I see I am not the only one drawn to the shadow of this dark domicile," The figure spoke, voice soft as a whisper. "Dearly beloved, we gather today under inauspicious stars to bear witness to things beyond our comprehension."

A deep, wistful sigh. 

"Some will call us brave, or witless, but I know myself to be haunted since my birth by beauty and doom that await us beyond these doors. How terrible, how wonderful!"

"How many of us, do you think, will walk out these doors again?" 

Then, quieter still, almost to themselves, they began to recite, their veil turning once again to each and every one present. 

"I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?"

(credit to Edgar Allan Poe)

Monocle eyed the poetic newcomer. He could not see their face, but even so, she seemed to be observing all of them. He was not so naive to assume that they all were present for constructive purposes, and he eyed the grouchy old lady with wariness. He went back in his limo, and withdrew a long case from under a seat. He popped the latches, and took a black cane from inside. He pushed the case back under the seat, and inspected the cane. Made entirely of metal, it was satisfyingly weighty in his hands. He pulled at the top, and gleaming silver was revealed. It was beautiful. He closed it once more, and unscrewed a cap at the hooked end, revealing a tiny spike. Poisoned. It was the perfect killing tool, this cane. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it. He stepped back outside, refusing a s'more his driver offered him. He leaned his weight on the cane, and watched as the sun began to sink into the horizon.

[Myst He/Him]

Brax walked over to join in the fire. He snagged a marshmallow or two, popping one into his mouth while skewering the other to put over the fire.

He chewed slowly, concentrating on getting it to a golden brown. He placed his deck next to him, making sure to keep an eye on it. It wouldn’t do to lose any cards.

He pulled the marshmallow out of the fire, looking it over and smiling, it was almost there. He slowly turned it, trying to get the last bit right. Unfortunately, his elbow knocked the top card off of his deck.

Brax immediately looked at the card that had fallen. Red and Orange, changing. Flames. His gaze shot to the fire, just in time to see his marshmallow burst on fire, going from sugar to a torch.

”Shards!” He muttered, that was two cards used: Comet and Flame. Both were meaningful, but the combination didn’t bode well.

Brax didn’t know much about this house, but the pairing of Comet and Flame meant danger, potential reward, but one outcome was much higher than the other. He certainly didn’t want to add that, so he gathered up the other nineteen cards, and slide them into his inside pocket.

The Flame card he placed next to the Comet in the pocket of his black pants. He made sure to keep the order the same as he slide it in. Order mattered here.

Comet then Flame meant risk with a guarantee of injury or death, while Flame then Comet meant that there would be no reward for the risk. Brax didn’t want to worry the others though, so he got up and went for another marshmallow.

Spoiler

My plan now is to try to draw all 22 cards, with the Void card happening when I either die or I win.

 

Edited April 14 by Mist.
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[Fizz9]

Patrick looked around at everyone. All eating s'mores. All having fun. Secretly he dreaded what was to come. He dreaded what lies beyond that door. What could it be? Patrick found himself fingering the horseshoe in his pocket once more.

[coco.pudding she/they]

2 hours ago, Mist. said:

My plan now is to try to draw all 22 cards, with the Void card happening when I either die or I win.

The deck of many things concept is really cool, I like it a lot

[Myst He/Him]

24 minutes ago, coco.pudding said:

The deck of many things concept is really cool, I like it a lot

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Thanks.

It’s obviously not my concept, I’m just adapting it. And of course, it may or may not be magic, who knows.

I can’t wait to see how it plays out, hopefully I don’t run through all the good or bad cards too quickly. 

 

[Divergent He/Him]

I decided that my character name will be Archie

[Myst He/Him]

18 hours ago, Mist. said:

 

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Oh, and after going through a bit of the rules, I’ve established times and things in which he’ll draw cards, and which ones he’ll draw.

So the cards should comment on what’s happening, only very specifically. Though, no matter what it is, it’ll only be commenting on my knowledge, and I’ll do my best to obscure the meaning.

But hopefully enough circumstances happen for me to draw. I’m currently adding a whole lot of “OR”s to each card to let it represent multiple things so even I can still draw it if the thing I wanted doesn’t happen