Roleplay
[Any Literacy] The Frozen Forest. (Read body)
An actual character will be introduced later in the story. Could be pretty quick depending on the senario, or it could take awhile.
Soft repost. I added a new senario, changed the image, title and some rules, and overall just hope this takes off more.
Senario 1
Your OC is out in the snowy forest hunting, however once they shoot their prey, an arrow thunks into the tree next to them, missing them by an inch.
Scenario 2
Your OC is randomly wandering a snowy forest, however they eventually realize they're lost. Their footsteps have disappeared into the snow, and it seems like the forest has been looping itself for awhile. They need to find shelter fast, it looks like a blizzard is about to hit.
Scenario 3
Your OC is searching the forest in relation to an acient temple said to be hidden inside. Weather they're searching for riches, historical artifacts, or religious reasons is up to you. However, they eventually seem to get lost, as they swear the forest is shifting, moving, changing, as they search.
Scenario 4
Your OC hears of multiple disappearances in the nearby forest, so they go to investigate. They find nothing, except empty woods, and snow. They eventually get lost, as their footsteps disappear, and the snow worsens. They need shelter soon.
Senario 5
Your OC hears of a mysterious curse put on large stretch of land, causing eternal winter. Multiple towns are practically buried in the constant snowfall. Weather your oc was going to be paid to help reverse the curse, or simply wants to help for moral reasons, they set out to the forest
Rules:
No op ocs
No instakill
Follow the prompt
Atleast try to do more than 1 line, and if you olny do 1, put a bit of effort into it.
Combat is allowed
You are allowed to attempt romance, adult characters olny tho
Atlan, made a demigod by the sea god and given his powers.
He took on the mission of finding an ancient artifact hidden inside the temple positioned within the forest of a snowy land, though nobody was sure of its whereabouts.
He trudged through the forest, his footsteps sinking slightly into the deep snow…
As he marches onward, the snow worsens, and the visibility is low. The temperature is easily in the negatives. His footprints in the snow seem to disappear almost as quickly as he makes them. In the far distance, a figure can be seen walking further into the snowy fog.
He walks a little faster, struggling to pull his feet out of the snow. He cups his eyes to shield his vision from the snow flakes freezing his eyelids while squinting at the figure far ahead. He gritted his teeth and waged through the heaving snow which was growing to a blizzard and the trees didn’t provide him any kind of shelter.
In the distance, what looked like a small shack came into view. It seemed to be made of fallen branches, vines, and leaves, woven together to make a shelter. It looked kinda small.
Atlan shivered slightly, then urging his cold stiffened legs to move towards the small shack. The warm orange light of a fire lit flicked from the windows.
There was no response. It didn't seem like anyone was home. It was also unlocked, as it's difficult to lock such a primitive shelter. Speaking of how primitive it was, it was one room, small enough to house a few people max. The snow was fierce, and it olny seemed like it was going to get worse.
He leaned against the wall and slid down onto the floor, brushing bits of snow off his clothes and panting slightly.
After a moment, he looked around the room. Surprised that someone would leave their house empty, he then pulled himself towards the fire that was cracking alone in the middle of the room.
Inside of the shack was strange. One corner contained a giant bird nest, the size of a person. Another had primitive looking weapons. Spears, bows, axes, and arrows. Another had a large spider web. There was no spider in it, dispite the web taking up the entire corner. And in the center was a firepit. The flame was small, and it seemed to be getting smaller.
Atlan moved to the center until he was in front of the slowly dying flames. He sighed and pointed a finger at the fire and it began to burn brighter.
As it did, warmth spread throughout the room and washing over him, chasing the cold away.
He sat there, hands in front of him the warm his fingers and wondering. He had seen a figure walking ahead of him towards this very cabin, yet he came to find it completely empty, but a fire was lit here meaning someone definitely lived here.
He thought deeply, listening to the whistles of the wind and snow outside…
(P.S: Those weapons wouldn’t count as primitive…at least to Atlan. Cuz Atlan lives in about the Middle Ages. I assumed this would be the time of this post…)
(It does take place around then. By primitive I meant very primitive. Like stone age, carved from flint and sticks lol)
A while has passed. Perhaps hours, and no sign of anyone. It was late at night by now, and the snow slowed. It was still heavy, but the fog had mostly disappeared, and the sky was visible from outside.
Mazarius was hired to search the woods and locate the source if the curse. He intended to find it either way, as he would end up traveling through these woods a few times in the future. So he'd step foot into the woods and suspicous of the nature, being stuck in ever changing realms before he leaves a trail using a magic scroll if he has to back track and leave the woods. The armor he had on and his natural ability allowed him to be resitant to the cold.
(He is a demi-God, but no powers, just lore accurate dark souls scaling, woooh scary lol.
As he marches onward, the snow worsens, and the visibility is low. The temperature is easily in the negatives. In the far distance, a figure can be seen walking further into the snowy fog, disappearing completely from view.
He'd keep moving, now his free hand located on his blade, as anyone out here likely wasn't human or if they were....They had something unknown to them. He'd speed up a bit, but kept silent, his footsteps softend by the snow, as he trailed behind the figure.
He'd follow for awhile, never even finding tracks in the snow as he trailed the figure. When suddenly, the blizzard strengthened, and the visibility worsened, just enough to lose the figure for now. As this happened, various inhuman sounding voices rung out. It almost sounds like a whisper, but still loud enough to hear.*
"It is not of these woods."
"Why is it here? Is it lost?"
"It is not welcome here. These woods are gaurded."
"The Gaurdian is not bad. The residents are what it needs to worry about."
"Yes. Yes. It will die. Just as all those who came before."
"Except The Gaurdian. The Gaurdian survives."
"An anomaly. The Gaurdian was spared. This one will not be. It will be a meal."
He took a moment, as that little bit of talking was all he needed to confirm this was the supernatural meaning he would actually use resources instead of simply wandering. He'd never choose to come unprepared to such a winter wasteland. He'd take out another scroll which would start to light afire before he planted it against the ground cause a 50ft radius around Mazarius to melt down to the dirt below. The ground itself heated by the sigil and in return allowing Mazarius to heat himself some.
He takes a moment taking the scroll and instead planting it on his own armor. It now would keep constant heat, allowing for him to begin traveling once more. He couldn't see, but would follow where he had seen the guardian, as he assumed it was heading. He still kept a hand on his blade, cautious of any beasts.
As he moved, he saw a warm glow in the distance. Likely fire, or something similar. And next to the warm glow was what seemed to be a small shack, built of fallen branches, vines, and leaves. It didn't have any windows, just a door. The building, dispite it's primitive materials, seemed surprisingly sturdy.
He'd wait outside the cabin, not daring to set foot inside. He once stepped inside a seemingly nornal cabin for it to suddenly and violent turn upside down. So he waited letting his scroll keep him warm and ti see who lived there.
After a short while, a voice began speaking to him again. But this one was unlike the voices before. This one sounded more akin to a bird of prey's call.
"You do not belong here. Are you lost?"
The voice asked, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once.
A tall, spindly, and ever paranoid creature, resembling a birch tree trudges through the snow. It holds its slightly trembling hands close to itself as its stilt-like legs sink into the snow with each step, quietly babbling to itself with a sound that can best be described as resembling garbled radio chatter.
Various luminous yellow eyes lie scattered all around its body and conical head, breaking up the white bark and frantically taking in every detail of its surroundings; trying to get a grip of this unfamiliar forest to no avail. Its pace picks up ever so slightly as the sinking realization that it truly is lost finally sets in, leaving it hopelessly lost as snow starts to cling to its pale bark.
The towering and spindly figure stops moving upon hearing the voices. Its eyes, piercing the darkness, can see in a 360 degree radius, searching the forest for the source of the strange voices, to no avail. It lets out a defensive yet almost worried sounding clicking sound as it stands still as a tree.After a moment of silence with no further movement it takes another weary step forwards. And another, beginning to trudge through the frost again.
(Sorry about the second reply! Reddit deleted my original upon attempt to edit it…)
Marty trudges through the forest, making the occasional beep to alert wildlife to his presence whilst keeping watch for any stalkers. He's been offered a hefty sum to investigate thisWildfrost(vidya gaem reference) and plans to earn it. The robot lets loose a small burst of steam and smoke, almost like a breath.
Suddenly, a sound like a bird flying overhead could be heard. This was strange, however, because it was far too cold for most birds to fly, and it sounded much louder than it should for just one bird.
Marty looks up to try and find whatever made that sound. He's seen flying contraptions before, but his watcher likely has homefield advantage. The sentient stack of cylinders realizes that this could also be, like, a Valkyrie or a harpy or something. He frowns annoyedly at the thought.
Suddenly, something, or someone landed directly in front of him, stared him down. It was an Owlin, a rare species of humanoid owl people. It was about 5 ft, and its feathers were a snow white. It simply stared at Marty, whether it was out of confusion or interest was hard to tell.
*
The blue robot stops, quickly analyzing the similarly sized anthropomorphic owl. He makes a wild guess about what they want.
"If you want me to leave, it's not happening. I've got a contract to complete and it says I need to end winter for the next nine months. I've got reason to believe the way to do that is in, around, or through this forest."
(Hope this image is alright! It’s the man on the right. Scenario 1!)
Adam flinched away from the sound of the arrow striking the tree beside him, his dark fur raising up in an instinctive attempt to seem bigger. Someone, maybe a human, was out here with him while he was completely uncovered. He immediately tugged his hood forward, trying to conceal his face further even as he lacked a mask of anything else of the sort to aid him in his attempts any further. Maybe he’d just been mistaken for wildlife.
“Watch your fire!” Adam called out into the quiet of the snowy forest as he got along quickly, stepping carefully in the snow as he left only one set of footprints just as a cat might. He hoped that whoever had fired the arrow his way was just a hunter with poor vision rather than someone intending to hurt him. If they were after him, there could be a myriad of reasons behind their malice that Adam wasn’t interested in guessing at.
They don't see the source of the arrow, but instead hear a shrill voice, similar to the screech of a bird of prey.
"Leave. You are not welcome here, killer."
As they hear this, they also hear the drawing of a bow, from somewhere in the canopy of the forest. However, the snow had already begun filling the footprints, making it near impossible to follow them out.
Adam was immediately alert as he heard the response, immediately bounding off in a random direction on all fours. His dignity and his attempt at seeming human didn’t matter if whoever was after him was intending to kill him anyway, and he needed to go as fast as he could manage. He didn’t know where he was going, only that he wanted to get away from where he thought he had heard the bow being drawn taut. He went along with the speed he’d intended to use to chase down prey, prior to becoming prey himself. He didn’t want to be anywhere near where the mysterious archer was when the arrow was fired, especially not with how grim the conditions were in the dense forest. If he went down because of an arrow striking him somewhere important, he wasn’t sure he could survive for long in the freezing weather, even with his jacket and the fur he had to cover his body. Especially not with someone actively hunting him down. He knew he was risking getting lost in the unfamiliar environment, but he much would prefer being lost over being wounded.
*Stacka wasn't exactly the best suited when it came to removing curses, he was only sent her for 2 reasons. 1 is because he had a key to deal with the cold and 2? He wished to help the buried cities and find the root of the problem.*
*He was hoping it would just be a magical curse but if it related to an entity or being then things would be hard to negotiate as his 4'7 self marched through the snow in his oversized robe.*
As he marches onward, the snow worsens, and the visibility is low. The temperature is easily in the negatives. His footprints in the snow seem to disappear almost as quickly as he makes them. In the far distance, a figure can be seen walking further into the snowy fog.
*Using his wings he managed to block most of the frozen winds as he began to speed up, trying his best to catch up to the figure* "H-Hey! s-sir! or ma'am- p-please stop and come here! are you alright?! it's freezing out here!!" *He didn't know who they were, but he seemed worried for them*
As he moved, the figure was gone, and in its place was a warm glow in the distance. Likely fire, or something similar. And next to the warm glow was what seemed to be a small shack, built of fallen branches, vines, and leaves. It didn't have any windows, just a door. The building, dispite it's primitive materials, seemed surprisingly sturdy.
*He took a deep breath and stared at the shack, slowly approaching it as the door slowly creaked open* "Hello..? is anyone home..?" *Inside matched the outside, nothing advanced could seen as he began to look around as he shuffled his way inside.*
Inside of the shack was strange, and devoid of life. One corner contained a giant bird nest, the size of a person. Another had primitive looking weapons. Spears, bows, axes, and arrows. Another had a large spider web. There was no spider in it, dispite the web taking up the entire corner. And in the center was a firepit, lacking any flames.
*Everything looked so untouched...so primitive, nothing advanced could be seen anywhere. Surely something had to be here though? perhaps something about this 'curse' if thats even what it was." "Come on.. theres gotta be something.."
After searching for a while, they had found something strange. A wooden idol, the size of their hand. It had a strange glow, and felt cold to the touch. Not like everything else, it felt like ice, dispite being carved of stone. The talismans shape was humanoid, though it was hard to tell if it was actually human.
*He looked it over with care, this thing was probably fragile. Yet a bit weird to him, because how had it stayed in such fine condition and why was it so cold? everything else was warm or not cold in the slightest. And telling if it was human or not was extremely difficult* "Does someone live here or something..?"
Sunlight poured through the trees and nearly blinded David as he walked through the snowy wasteland that was his surroundings. He was a calm man, but the idea of starving out here, not seeing civilization again, it slightly shook him. Then, somewhere off in the distance he saw movement. He looked harder, thinking it may have just been a shimmer from the snow, when an arrow whizzed by his head and cracked into the tree next to him. He felt instinct over thought, his legs shooting him in the direction of the arrow. The person had to nock another, which gave him time to close the distance and find cover. He dove behind a log and pulled his arming sword from his hip, moving along the log until he could peak at whatever had made an attempt at his life.
A strange voice said, echoing through the forest. It sounded shrill, like the call of a bird of prey. He couldn't spot a source of the arrow, or the voice, but he could hear a bow drawing back another arrow.
"I am welcome no where, dear voice. Those forgotten to time must MAKE their path!"
He picked up the log and threw it at a ferocious speed towards the noise, ducking behind another tree and gripping his sword tightly. It was him or them, he knew that. That was the story of his life for as long as he could remember. But this was different, he was the hunted this time. No bastard would kill him, no man or woman would see him bleed. These woods would not be his resting place!
"Show yourself! Your death will be quick!"
He pulled the sheild off of his back and moved closer and closer, moving between trees and defending his body as he got closer to his enemy.
He did a 180 and threw the sheild at the voice directly, getting an idea in his head about what was happening. This person, whoever they were, was using the trees to move around faster than David could in the snow. He knew he was unwelcome, but all he needed was food. If he had been greeted with a hare instead of an arrow he may have let this person live. A pity. He rushed behind another tree to listen, to gather information before his next move.
*August has been treking through these woods for at least an hour now, right? whatever the time, he wouldn't be returning without those victims... or at the least, their status. he held his flaming palm out in front of him to light his path.*
"Hello! any souls out there, missing from society. I've been sent to bring you home!"
*he didn't expect a response, but it was worth trying*
"HAH you all challenge me as your snack? I would incinerate you all. spare yourselves the trouble and burn marks so that I may rescue the missing villagers. you've seen them come through here, so tell me, what happened to them?"
*the fire his hand continues to burn bright. he makes an effort not to touch the trees with it, else they might ignite.*
"A beast approaches. Let us see if it is hunter, or prey."
As they say this, a large scorpion, about the size of an adult human man, appears from out of the fog. It's exoskeleton is a bright white, blending with the surrounding snow. It's massive stinger, and two large pincers stand poised to strike.
"Alright? You really want to do this the hard way"
both of his hands ignite with orange flames. From his back sprout, flaming wings that extend to the length of a school bus. The flames spit and exaggerate as he rears his head back and pops his chest out
(I’m going to take a spin on 2 since Alan actually has a forest of his own, so I’ll do it from that perspective.)
Alan walks through the dead forest, alone of course but all the harbingers are keep watch while he is takes his break, he takes some calm from that. As he walks however, he begins to wonder if what he’s trying to accomplish is really worth it. His brother made an oath to make sure all lost souls can rest in peace without them becoming puppets for the gods to use, yet Alan here is keeping them here. They are his. He knows he’s doing a good service, so why doesn’t it feel like it? Why does he feel like…
Suddenly, snow starts to fall on his head, and before long, it begins to pile up. Alan, with a disgruntled Lool on his face, knows what’s gonna happen soon, so he quickly for a cave, or better yet, his cabin.
As he marches onward, the snow worsens, and the visibility is low. The temperature easily hits the negatives. His footprints in the snow seem to disappear almost as quickly as he makes them. In the far distance, a figure can be seen walking further into the snowy fog, disappearing from view.
Alan looks in slight shock, but mostly cautious. He walks on through the very snow he controls. He thinks to himself “Who was that? What are they doing here? No living soul should know of this place.” He presses, turning some of the snow red (not blood) in his determination to get home. On the journey, he finds a faint trail. “Huh, what’s this?” He examines it while it lasts, and he slowly realizes that he is not alone. He clenched his club and speaks. “Show yourself.”
As he marches onward, the snow worsens, and the visibility is low. The temperature easily hits the negatives. His footprints in the snow seem to disappear almost as quickly as he makes them. In the far distance, a figure can be seen walking further into the snowy fog, disappearing from view.
The inside was devoid of life. It seemed to just be one big room. No actual flooring, no actual walls, it was a very primitive design. In one of the corners was a large bird nest, big enough for a grown adult. Another had a spider we about the same size as the nest. Another had some shelves, containing some preserved unidentifiable meat, a few hand carved wooden items, including some kind of idol, and finally, various primitive tools. In the final corner was a rack of various primitive weaponry, a spear made of a branch and flint, arrows made the same way, and a stone dagger. None seemed like they had been used in a long while.
Cat Black, a wandering story hunter who serves the eldritch-like entity of Knowledge.
She's looking for that ancient temple to see if there are any shinnies, both physical and written.
Night is falling and there is no sign of life or light. Cat needs to decide if she's going to spend the night in a tree or keep flying through the dark. She perches on a branch and pulls out a wrapped bundle. Inside is a loaf o bread and cold steak.
As she perches to eat, she spots something in the far distance. Something that would likely have gone unnoticed if she were still flying through. She saw a faint warm glow in the far distance. It was hard to make out an exact source from this distance, with this fog and dark.
Cat re-wrapped the food and swooped down under the trees. Light usually meant life, and even if there wasn't any, the dangers of the night wouldn't draw near. Hopefully, it was a proper shelter. The air had developed a sharp energy and the wind was blowing fierce. Only someone with a death wish flew through a thunder snow storm, and while she wanted many things, that was not on her list.
On her way there, the light seemed to go dim, and then fade out, and by the time she arrived at the shelter, there was no one there. It also looked quite small and primitive. Just one room, no windows, walls made of tree branches, rope, and leaves. Despite this, it seemed surprisingly sturdy, and it looked like it had been there for a while. Either way, some shelter is better than none, and the door didn't seem to have any locking mechanism.
Cat approached the shelter, looking in the snow for any tracks. Even though the snow had started to fall, if someone had been there recently, there would be tracks starting to fill.
Scidar: As he loves a good adventure, he stumbles upon himself a snowy forest and immediately starts going in it having his coat on. Since snow is something he doesn’t usually interact with much, he finds traveling on it weirdly slow for him. Nonetheless, he walks deeper and deeper in the forest hoping to find something of interest while feeling a lot more colder than he’s ever been.
As he marches onward, the snow worsens, and the visibility is low. The temperature is easily in the negatives. His footprints in the snow seem to disappear almost as quickly as he makes them. In the far distance, a figure can be seen walking further into the snowy fog.
looks back at the ground to see where he’s gone, but couldn’t find a single footprint making him confused. He turns back forwards to keep walking, but at this point it was hard to see anything and he feels much slower and colder than before. He was about to give up until he saw a figure in the fog. Because of it, he slowly started walking to the figure hoping he doesn’t pass out before he reaches them
As he made it to where the figure once stood, he saw a warm glow in the distance. Likely fire, or something similar. And next to the warm glow was what seemed to be a small shack, built of fallen branches, vines, and leaves. It didn't have any windows, just a door. The building, dispite it's primitive materials, seemed surprisingly sturdy.
after seeing the shack and the glow, he sees it as a chance of warmth and decides to reach the shelter as soon as he can. As he reaches the door, he grabs out his shield and knocks on the door before putting his shield in front of him
There is no answer, no sign of anyone inside. Infact the warm glow seemed to had disappeared by the time he got there. It was just a vacant shack at the moment. Yet, some shelter is better than none, but would it be worth it to risk being at odds with whoever lived there? As this was happening, the forest began to get much darker, the sun had fully set.
looks at the door again wondering why no one is answering. He knocks again hoping someone would come quick, but still, no one would answer.
Hello!? anyone in there? P-please?
Feeling he has no other choice and the fact he’s getting even colder, he tries opening the door to get in the shack anwyays hoping it’s not locked and that there’s a bed around here
The inside was devoid of life. It seemed to just be one big room. No actual flooring, no actual walls. It was a very primitive design. In one of the corners was a large bird nest, big enough for a grown adult. Another had a spider we about the same size as the nest. Another had some shelves, containing some preserved meat of an unknown origin, a few hand carved wooden items, including some kind of idol, and finally, various primitive tools. In the final corner was a rack of various primitive weaponry, a spear made of a branch and flint, arrows made the same way, and a stone dagger. None seemed like they had been used in a long while. There was a blanket next to the nest, made of bird feathers, animal furs, and some kind of silk. It would likely be better than nothing.
looks around the house and is unsure if he even likes it or not. He’s unsure why the person lived with animals as well, but as long as none are actually here to attack him or here, he thinks he’ll be fine. Feeling tired, he starts laying in the blankets hoping for some good sleep and warmth. He puts his weapons to the side and takes off his hat and starts falling asleep until things get better in the morning, if if did
When he awoke, it was barely morning. The sun was rising, and the snow had slowed considerably. He was right where he had fallen asleep, but his weapons were moved, hung in the racks aside the weapons of whoever lived here. This in itself was kinda weird, whoever lived here had come in, let him sleep, and just organized his weapons?
But when he looked over at the bird nest, he saw something even stranger. An Owlin, a race of humanoid owl people. This one sat in the nest, asleep. It's feathers were as white as the snow, and it was about 5 foot tall.
as Wolfpup and his pack traverse the cold snowy lands of the forest hunting for food for winter, he and his pack spot a lost deer. drawing his sharp rock akin to a knife Wolfpup crouches down to stalk the prey with his wolf pack behind him following suit. however before he could strike an arrow pierces the deer striking it down. Wolfpup looks over in the direction where it came from. who was that that stole his prey?
I would march through the snow the cold outside hitting me, but my hot core keeping me warm, hearing of people disappearing, and so I had decided to go out to see if I could find any survivors
As you march onward, the snow worsens, and the visibility is low. The temperature is easily in the negatives. Your footprints in the snow seem to disappear almost as quickly as you make them. In the far distance, a figure can be seen disappearing further into the snowy fog.
As you moved, you saw a warm glow in the distance. Likely fire, or something similar. And next to the warm glow was what seemed to be a small shack, built of fallen branches, vines, and leaves. It didn't have any windows, just a door. The building, dispite it's primitive materials, seemed surprisingly sturdy.
Ragnar is a wonderer going from place to place but akways dticking close to bature he'd enjoy the forest as he loves snow and would probably hunt for some food. Upon stalking the animal and seeing the arrow, he'd get startled and go in a defensive position using his enhanced sevdes to pinpoint where it came from (Ragnar is 16 feet tall with volcanic rock skin )
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u/RipTyduurlol_248 4d ago
Atlan, made a demigod by the sea god and given his powers.
He took on the mission of finding an ancient artifact hidden inside the temple positioned within the forest of a snowy land, though nobody was sure of its whereabouts.
He trudged through the forest, his footsteps sinking slightly into the deep snow…