Now here is an idea i pulled out of no where to keep me occupied during the next couple of months. Now I want to make a story more of a RP. You can make yourself what ever you want and the first person the replies is able to make the plot. You are able to enter in at any time and make sure if you are going to change the plot then put something that will tell us what you are doing and where it is.

Standing at the foot of the stairs, Charista greeted some of the guest and nodded to a few that she knew as they each came in costumed with their own unique mask in everything imaginable from ghosts and goblins to birds of prey. Catching site of her dear friend and his crimson cape, who was signaling that it was time to begin, she nodded and began to make her way out of the crowd. Stepping towards the stairs, Charista glanced over her costume once more. The dress was actually her mother’s vintage Dior summer wedding gown; however, the delicate wings and silver halo transformed it into a perfect angel costume. Her mask was actually merely painted on with a clever display of silver and glitter framing her glittering green eyes. Lifting her skirts as she walked up the large decorative steps, she tilted her head as she looked over her guests that filled the small ball room, her long black hair tumbling down her back in loose curls. Motioning to the servants, several of the lights were dimmed and only the chandelier hung dimly barely lighting the room and casting an eerie gloom.

“Welcome to all of you tonight, I am your host Charista. I am glad that you could make it to the first ever Spirit Ball. Tonight I have brought many of my esteemed friends and several investigators of the paranormal to my father’s mansion. As many of you know this is the first night anyone has staid here since the disappearance of the entire household almost a hundred years ago. Perhaps we shall find clues to their disappearance”

Clearing her voice she allowed the impact to sink in for a moment and then continued.


“Please feel free to roam the grounds as you will. Be careful in the gardens, the old maze has not been pruned in a long time and has grown in ways I cannot predict. Remember that the house has no electricity so please carry plenty of candles or a lamp with you, if you choose to explore as there are over 200 plus rooms, and half a dozen secret passageways that have been lost to time. Keep in mind that these estates are spread out over almost 180 acres, so please keep the mansion in site at all times. For those who would just like to enjoy the party, music and food shall be provided all night here in the ballroom. Séances, card readings, and other entertainment will be provided as the night goes on by your visiting specialists.”


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Hope you enjoy the plot. I figured that people can come as socialites for a good time, investegators of the paranormal, mediums, or other guests of the party. Or people can play as ghosts, or aliens, or whatever. (please no super powers and blowing us all up with a sayan mega drain blast of some sort)

Wow! That was long and cool. And yes I like the plot.
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"You heard her!" Anarion said to his scared friends,"lets go wander the maze."

Eighteen year old Anarion Fenear looked at his clothes, he put his hand in his jacket pocket, making sure that the revolver was still there. He walked off with his friends into the back. The maze looked in old condition as she told them, and still they walked in.

"Alright! First one to the middle get's twenty dollars."

They took off in all directions losing sight of one another. As he ran through he began to sweat and the maze got thicker the more he ran in. The maze began to close in all directions and a roof of branches began to appear. He ran fast enough that he scraped his hand on the thorns growing upon the side of the maze wall.

[I]Damn, I am tired, he thought to himself.

He stopped and walked slowly through the maze. He looked up noticing that there was a wall of thorns on the branches above. It seemed that the plants were growing for an extreme amount of time without supervision. He looked at the floor and saw the grass cut and footsteps.

He knelt to the floor,"Hmm, thought she said no one was in here for a while. The grass looks it has been cut recently, and why am I talking to myself,"

Anarion began to follow the footsteps through the maze. The grass, now looking like his fathers head, began to draw more curiosity to him. The light from the moon began to fade away the further he followed the planted footsteps. He stopped as he saw a book, open to a page. He went over and picked up the book and realizing that the page was blank. He closed the book and put it in his pocket. As he began to return to the mansion he heard a little girl laugh. He stopped and looked around, he assumed it was his imagination and walked back to the mansion. He heard it again, this time it was close. He removed his revolver and cocked it. He slowly and fearfully walked through the quiet maze. Then again the laughter was just right around the corner. He slowly turned the corner.

"Hi!" his friend said, as Anarion pulled the trigger.

"No!" Anarion yelled and ran to his body. The blood from his wound was critical and would now," DAMNIT! I am taking you back to the mansion. Hold on, dont die on me just yet,"

Magellan stood under the sweeping double staircase that stood prominently in the center of the grand foyer of the mansion. Ready for the events to begin looking over the forming crowd he sighed as he felt his energy level drop...too many people. His cheeks flush he crossed his arms and offered a serious stare. Wearing blue pants tucked into knee high boots and a renaissance inspired white shirt with ruffles on the cuff he looked distinct but not out of place within the eclectic crowd. A maroon cape that fitted as well as any cloak covered the ceremonial sword sheathed at his side. More ostenatiation than function the sword was rather a simple affair with a plain bone hilt that had a Cross of Lorraine etched on both sides.

Eyeing Charista he adjusted his own mercurial mask, an all white expressionless piece that covered his nose and cheekbones as well leaving only his lips and jaw exposed. wings forming well above his face on the side of his head from an extended piece. As she finished her speech the stringed orhcestra began to play a haunting composition that rung throughout the halls at the right volume allowing others to speak freely without straining. The melody was chilling to listen to, a sadness stirred to those who began to dance in the silence in front of the stringed section. A small, sickly looking girl not yet a teen played the piano in a manner well above her years. Walking up the few steps to reach Charista Magellan offered her his hand. "One dance from the hostess before the games begin?"

Near the entrance a large table was setup offering everything from ceremonial daggers, stakes, rosaries, crucifixes, plain crossed, and holy water -to- lightsticks, tape recorders, infrared scanners, and other ghosthunter tools. While the event looked more like a social masquerade ball with many young socialites and civic leaders in attendance, there were only a few professional ghosthunters with their own advanced equipment. A few exorcist mix uneasily with those who would rather embrace the spirits rather than send them back to the depths of hell but their presence was understood to be more as ambulances waiting along the side of racetracks and airport runways.

Anarion raced through the maze quickly watching the blood drip slowly from his friend. He tried to keep his energy up as he lifted his friend on his shoulders. The moon hung over and the thorns fadded away from the branches above. He put his revolver back into his jacket pocket and ran harder as the ground became softer and softer for every step of made.

"Damnit! Why did i even bring a gun to this, this is a party, not a zombie hunter game, okay, need to stop talking, wasting energy,"

Sweat ran down his face from his hair to his neck. As he raced through he dropped the book found on the grass. He scarmbled to pick up the book and dropped his the hitch hiker on his shoulder. His friend yelled in pain as the blood slowly fell. He placed the book in his pocket and ran to his dying friend.

"I'm becoming cold," he said,"I dont think I am going to make it,"

"Dont talk like that! You will make it, you will live, you will NOT die on me tonight,"

He quickly pulled him up and ran through the maze as he heard a scream, the endrenaline raced through him and he bursted faster and faster, hoping what happened wont happen to him.

He heard the girl's laughter again, and he removed his six-shooter from his jacket. He walked faster now with his revolver point in front. He turned around and there was a yound girl, about eight. He stared and blinked, and the girl disappeared.

He stared silently forgetting about his friend who was slowly dying. Anarion turned around and saw the firl covered in blood, charge toward him with a knife. He pointed his revolver and fired at her. The thing disappeared from sight.

He now quickly realized that his friend will die if he didnt hurry. He then rushed through the maze walls, pushing the branches and grass aside to make it to the house. He saw the house covered with lights in all of the windows.

He bursted in and yelled,"GET AN AMBULENCE!"

You know whats funny about this, only 3 people are helping with this RP, and the rest of u read it without an comment

Just post a comment plz

Anarion quickly ran into the manison and found an Doctor.

"Please Sir Take him to the Hospital," he said out of breath.

"I'll have him there right away," the doctor said. "Why don't you enjoy the party."

"Did you intentinlly shoot him?" A masked man said walking with Anarion.

"How'd you know I shot him, and why would I. It was just like somone pulled my index finger on the trigger and made me shoot him" thoughts raced through
Anarions head.

"You do know why miss Charista had a doctor at the party and probably many more?" asked the stranger inquistivley.

"I don't know, mabey they were friends in colledge," he said without a clue.

"My frend, you are not even close. There are demons in this mansion. She invited doctors to take the wounded someplace other than the hospital. She know there are demons here, and I fear that they may be using her to contact and deystroy us. They gathered all who would probably have the power to stop them in one party. They will try to kill us during this "party." They will use us to kill each other until Charista is left to kill herself." the stranger said.

"... I don't belive you" Anarion said to overwhelemd.

"But, it was as you said it yourself,'It was just like somone pulled my index finger on the trigger and made me shoot him," the stranger said. "My name is Alexander Hawk."

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Well there you go Valderus. Hope this makes the story more intresting I like the names you chose Dreamer, they seem to fit well.

His silver eyes widen as the thought of Charista gathering thme there to slaughter them like small pathetic animals. Thoughts rushed in confusing him and twisting his mind.

"I am Anarion Vasarus," he said slowly.

"Nice to meet you, Anarion," Hawk replied," We must leave here and warn the others,"

Anarion nodded and ran to the door," I will get help!"

The doors shut on him and he tried to push it open. He yelled, and pointed his revolver at the door.

"That will not do you any good," someone called from behind. He turned and saw Magellen walking up to him," The doors made of titanuim, made so no one could come in and no one can get out.

"Who might you be?" Anarion asked.

"I am Magellen, I was invited like you, Sir..."

"Anarion Vasarus," he cut in.

"To bad we must meet in such unfortunate circumstances my friend,"

"As to I," he commented,"Where is Charista? She will have answers for this."

He pushed through the dark room, past the scared and frightened visitors that huddled near each other the feel calm. He ran into the halls and took out his flashlight. He heard a scream and ran toward it.

"Charista!" He yelled and ran through the halls. He again took out his revolver and put it in his hand. He bursted though a door and saw a red light come from the floor and something came out. Itts eyes looked at him and charged him. The thing swung its arm at Anarion and missed. The wall was scraped and the claws carved the wall. He pointed his revolver and fired at the being. He unloaded all bullets until it fell to the floor.

He walked up to it and kicked it. It began to disentergrate until it vanished. The scream went again and he ran toward it. He reloaded his revolver and put the bullets in place.

"What the hell is that? And is that Charista?"

Ok here goes....

Once upon a time there was this forum full of happy go lucky people. One day they all decided to jump into this thread where people would flirt with each other. but little beknown to them the Devil had unleashed two little devilish impish demons upon them! Gradually with their evil gobbledygook from their lizard like tongues all the nice people ran away and left.. . The flirting had died...!

But out of the fire rose the pheonix, like the second comming of Christ the thread came back to life...! The little tyrants were no longer little tyrants anymore, well not as bad..? and everybody was happy again...

The End.

What the hell does that have to do with anything?? LOL, stick with the story line at hand plz

you GO dunderhead!!

Seriously, you guys going to go on with this, or will you stick with the story line at hand?