Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Bridget Grimm
Race: Human/Dullahan
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Clan/Family: Grimm
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Post by Bridget Grimm on Jul 5, 2017 23:55:35 GMT -8
For most of her life Bridget was a kind and innocent girl. She loved nature and cared for others even if she didn't know them, however that didn't seem to be the case for the people who condemned her. Witch! Demon! Monster! She was called many things in her land, her home filled with superstition and racism to those who were not human. Many had fled the land, running from the order of priests and knights that had begun to enact an order to purge their land of these so called monsters. She could still remember the feeling of being walked up the stairs, her arms tied with rope around her wrists. She still remembered the sickening pit in her stomach as she looked upon the guillotine that shimmered in the light before her.
She broke down at the end, her knees buckled and she began to cry and bawl as they forced her into position, locking her head into the hole of the guillotine. She did nothing, she wasn't even a witch and she didn't practice magic. She was a normal human girl and yet they were to execute her as a witch. She cried and begged her captors to free her. She swore she wasn't a witch but it was futile and she knew that. She remembered the man pulling the rope and feeling the cold feeling against her neck as her head left her body. She remembered her vision turning blue. It was a odd color for her vision, she never thought that blue would be the hue of choice for dying eyes. She remembered looking upon the blood that splattered the blade of the guillotine. She remembered seeing her headless body in the corner of her eyes as they hoisted it from the guillotine block to ready for the next poor soul. She remembered her eyes still crying before her vision dissipated and then she remembered nothing.
Her existence seem to be a blue after that, remembering a visage of death appear before her. She was asked questions, although she cannot recall the questions no matter how she tried. Then suddenly she was alive again, if alive is what you can call it. She worked for years, so many years she didn't count. She rode her horse and wielded an assortment of weapons. Swords, scythes even a whip made from a human spines. She ferried souls that had died to the other side and reaped those who's time had come to an end but refused to die. Then she remembered meeting him, the shadowy man in the cloak and hat that offered her freedom. She couldn't remember what she had been asked, all she remembered was the one word he spoke. Freedom.
She opened her eyes, sighing to herself as she felt the ornate black collar around her neck. She pulled the reigns on her nightmare, slowing her black funeral carriage to a stop in the forest. She looked around her, wondering to herself when she dozed off. She trusted Nuada, her nightmare that pulled the carriage to know where it was going but this land was still strange and new. They had been traveling a long time, making as much distance as possible between them and their home land and she could not quite place a finger on where they were. Her long firey orange hair flowed in the wind, her pale freckled skin clashed with her black funeral gown and her bright green eyes seemed to almost glow in the shade of the forest canopy. She raised a finger to her pink lips, looking obviously lost in this new land, unaware she had rode straight into Tyran.
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Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Bridget Grimm
Race: Human/Dullahan
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Clan/Family: Grimm
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Post by Bridget Grimm on Jul 20, 2017 0:10:18 GMT -8
Bridget rode across Tyran for several days, stopping every once in a while to make camp. She still enjoyed the feeling of camping out in the night, building a fire and sitting by it to keep warm. She would lay in the grass at night and stare up at the stars, wondering what she looked like to them. Over the next little while she would ride across the land of Tyran, getting a feel for the way it was. The new land was beautiful and full of possibilities for her. It was a place to start anew.
Bridget would avoid towns for the most part, feeling that the fact her nightmare was missing it's head would cause alarm to normal folk. When she did move through town she would wrap a shroud around the neck of the horse, the black smoke that wisped from the horses neck would create the shape that would suggest a horses head from within the shroud and fool most normal folk however there were the odd questions about it. She didn't feel it was right to restrict Nuada in that way however and tried to avoid settlements when she could.
It didn't take long however for something to happen of course. Bridget rode into a small town, the folk of the town looking to her cautiously as she rode into town from the old road. Her outfit suggested she had been to a funeral and the funeral carriage only helped to add a morbid air about her. Nuada brayed as his hooves trotted through town, the strange hooves of the strange nightmare made an equally strange sound as they clopped along the dirt road. She felt uneasy, looking around as the townsfolk would move indoors, shutting doors and windows as she passed. This upset her, wishing these days were past her as it reminded her of when she was bound to her duty.
"Woaw there missy..." A voice called out suddenly as a shadowy figure stepped out from one of the buildings. It didn't occur to her immediately what was happening, nor did the idea that they didn't know what she was spring to mind. She had never been just approached by a man before, his tall lanky figure barely obscured by his ratted cloak. He wore leather armor that squeeze his figure, making him look even more lanky as he stepped out, a nasty scar across his face from beneath his ratted hair. He lolled his tongue out, revealing a dagger from his cloak as he stepped around the carriage, looking over Bridget before running the dull side of the blade against the shiny black finish of the funeral carriage. "Where do you think you are going?" The man asked again as two more men stepped out of the shadowy building, one of them large and stocky while the other was fat and short.
"I am just pass-" Bridget started before the man interrupted her mid sentence.
"You know we do a lot of work around here..." The man started, the stocky brute chuckling oafishly and repeating part of the mans sentence. "We do a lot to protect this town from thugs and bandits that would pass through." He said, the oafish brute repeating thugs and bandits, adding an unnecessary confirmation to his rendition as if to confirm the lie as truth.
"Listen... I don't wan-" Bridget tried to speak again before being rudely cut off by the bandit once again. Her eyes catching the look of terrified townsfolk from the crack of a nearby window.
"So we set up a toll system here in the town..." He said, prompting the oaf to repeat the word toll. "Yea... right... there." He said before pointing his knife down at Nuada's front hooves. Bridget scowled at him, realizing what was going on now. The townsfolk weren't afraid of her after all, it was these men they were afraid of. She stepped down from her carriage, wishing not to resort to violence as she passed the line and became swiftly surrounded by the three men.
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status: offline
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Post by Isaac Grimm on Aug 1, 2017 18:40:04 GMT -8
Word spread quickly Across Tyran and it was not long until Lord Grimm heard of the Funeral Lady, it was a nickname dubbed by those who had spotted her, but it was not some Myth to may eye witness accounts, so they set out to tracking her, it was hard people took more convincing when gold was involved some might lie, this was a fact of life however. He rose from his seat in the Tavern this time he was alone as far as he knew this one was far less dangerous then the Dr. Jekyll so he had come alone, he flipped over his top hat and stepped out of the small tavern, bumbling about like a drunkard holding a tankard, years of working in plays and eventually acting in them left him quite well of, he stumbled across the yard and eventually to the standoff where he brought his tankard up testing it's empty confines and smashing it on the ground, stumbling into the Lanky man, who in a fit of Rage turned to stab Isaac a few times right between the ribs, he hit the ground blood pooling around him, it was here the situation would intensify, Isaac lay dying there were very few choices to be made now.
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Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Bridget Grimm
Race: Human/Dullahan
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Clan/Family: Grimm
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Post by Bridget Grimm on Aug 1, 2017 20:28:09 GMT -8
Bridget looked around at the three men circling around her, appearing to be more and more apprehensive as they walked around her. Suddenly the drunkard stumbled by, falling over the lanky man with the knife.
"Oi! Get the 'ell off me ya bastard!" The lanky bandit shouted, feeling Isaac falling over him. Bridget's eyes widened as she watched Isaac get stabbed repeatedly by the banding, tossing him to the ground to bleed out as he tried to regain his composure. "Alright..." The lanky man said with a growl, turning the knife to point at Bridget suddenly as the other two men stood to her back. "I was gunna make things nice and easy but now this bastard has gone and ruined my mood. You gimme that collar and anything ya got stashed in ya bodice, anything in ya carriage and I won't gut ya like I did this guy here." He said, stepping forward to press the knife against Bridget's chest. As Bridget backed up the other two would grab her by the shoulders, giving her nowhere to run.
"P-please don't-" Bridget exclaimed but the lanky man barked suddenly, bringing the knife to her face with a snarl before moving back to her neck.
"This thing ere is locked... where's the key?" He said, noticing the lock on the ornate collar and bringing the knife back to Bridget. Bridget's eyes widening as the mans knife followed the gold chain around her neck beneath the collar into her cleavage. He used the knife to lift the chain out, revealing a black and gold ornate key that matched the collar.
"Please! I beg ye! Ye don't want to do this!" Bridget nearly shouted, pleading to the man as he brought the key up to the collar and sliding it into place. The key looked almost too long, once it was all the way in it was as if the key went straight into her neck. The man made a nasty grin as he turned the collar, Bridget's eyes flashing green suddenly as her expression turned grimm. "Don't do this... I am warning you." Bridget said once more to the man.
"War-" The man started, pausing as if to appear staggered and historical. "You- you are warning-" He stammered, speaking as if in disbelief of what he had just heard her say. "Warning ME?! ME?! And what the hell are you gunna do?" He said, turning the key to hear the satisfying click and grabbing the collar to pull it from her neck.
All three of the men screamed in terror as Bridget's head suddenly rolled off her body, rolling onto the ground and stopping as she faced Isaac. Her body however remained standing, the men behind her scrambling back and letting her go, looking on in terror as they realized she hadn't fallen.
"What the hell?!" The man shouted, dropping the collar and the knife and stumbling back until he fell over. "L-l-l-let g-g-get out of here!" The bandit shouted, prompting all three of them to run in sure terror of the sight they just beholden. Bridget's head however giggled as she listened to them run, her body walking over to pick her head up afterwords. Her body held her head out to watch the men run in terror before looking back to Isaac, her expression turning to one of seriousness.
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Post by Isaac Grimm on Aug 5, 2017 5:41:16 GMT -8
He coughed after the men had run, his wound slowly sealing up, he sat up a few moments later "Ugh...getting stabbed like that never stops hurting". He climbed to his feet looking over his shirt "Maggie is going to kill me" He lifted his head looking to Bridget "Well Then...tired of Wandering from place to place?" He chuckled a bit, feeling rather Peckish "If you are join us, the Grimm's" he held out a hand for her "OR well seem's I might be joining you since you have the ride". he sighed "If you want to join us that is". He held out his hands for her to hand him her head, he would gingerly put it back in place if needed locking the collar and pulling the key out to give back to her "Nice....could be useful in clearing our pubs and stuff, bet you are a riot at parties too".
He turned a bit "If we are going....which I hope we are together, I need to stop to buy a cow on the way, that wouldn't be to much bother right?" He patted his stomach "Healing always takes a lot out of me..".
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Newbie
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Bridget Grimm
Race: Human/Dullahan
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Clan/Family: Grimm
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Post by Bridget Grimm on Aug 5, 2017 6:33:43 GMT -8
Bridget looked down at Isaac, watching him sit up and begin to speak. She didn't speak, knowing that regardless of what he was or what he could do she was still most likely to be the odd one of the two of them. She blinked at him, holding her head in her arm and tilting it so she could look up at him while he pitched his offer. She let a smile grow on her lips, the thought of not having to wander alone anymore sounded fair to her and she didn't care much for what he wanted in return. She had been working for a long time as a reaper, any job he might have for her couldn't be too terrible... unless this guy was running a brothel.
"I may be lookin fer something along those lines." She said to him, giggling a little as he suggested he was the one who needed the ride. Bridget spoke with a thick brogue accent, obviously not from Tyran. She blinked at him, looking to see him offer his hand for her head. She would hand him the collar instead, holding her head up and letting he refasten the collar to her neck. "Sorry... I narry hand me head out to others." She stated, making sure he didn't think it was something personal. It wasn't personal, just that her head was her only weakness and she wasn't prepared to just hand it over to people. Once the collar was on she smiled and nodded to Isaac.
"Thank ye for yer assistance. I can say I am very interested in yer offer." She said, turning as if to allow him to move towards the carriage. She giggled as he made a quip about being useful for clearing pubs. "I try not ta lose me head in public places." She said, making a little joke herself as they approached the carriage. She would open the side door, the funeral carriage was just that, and looked no worse or better on the inside than it did on the out. The carriage was black, with black curtains, dusty and old looking.
"Nah." She giggled, seeing if he was planning on getting into the coach or riding up front as she waited for him. "I narry mind at all... however where would this cow go? I don't exactly 'ave room for a large bovine in me coach." She said with a smile. Regardless of where he decided to go she would smile to him and close the carriage door. "Me names Bridget by the by. This 'ere is me steed Nuada. Tis nice ta meet ya mister..." She said, trying to pull a name from him before she set off with him.
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Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
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