In cryptozoology, a pseudoscience, a cryptid (from the Greek κρύπτω, krypto, meaning "hide") is an animal whose existence cryptozoologists believe has been suggested but has not been discovered or documented by the scientific community or by direct evidence.
An amateur archaeologist discovered a stone tablet. It had no obvious writing besides black lines all over it. He kept this hidden for a year. Until you get a letter.
"Hi. I've noticed that you excel in one way or another. Possibly you're a weapons smith, or a traps expert. Whatever it may be, trust me. You have to go to (COORDINATES TO BAR HERE) in Pennsylvania. I've discovered a reality-shattering secret. After reading, destroy this letter and book a flight immediately for 10/9/2016. You have to trust me. Bye. See you soon. Drake Stone."
Soon you will find out you have to hunt for cryptids. Figure out the mystery. Unravel the meaning. Good luck.
Drake sat at the bar with his drink. It would've been his first year of college. Instead he decided to chase after creatures that may or may not exist based off of some tablet found in Egypt. He felt his backpack, making sure that it was still on his back. It contained everything important to him at the moment. He took another sip of his non-alcoholic drink.
So this is the place, Luiz thought as she took in the bar and scanned the area around it. Could have made it a bit less cliché.
Not noting any paparazzi, suspicious automobiles, or alternatively problematic signs, she walked into the bar which had been designated by those ominous coordinates. Already she felt silly doing so - the entire situation seemed far-fetched, and was all too reminiscent of a scam, but to what end she was unsure. She had done her best to avoid succumbing to whatever hidden plot the letter could entail if it was not upright, but still she remained skeptical of how well she had avoided becoming the fool. Rather than book a flight, she had taken a bus from Massachusetts (she had found that she had enough time to make that journey) and in doing so hoped not to be giving money to any airline which might be trying to earn extra profit. Now, she wondered if this tavern was trying to make money in that same manner.
Luiz entered and scanned the area. Tables, located near the sides, under incandescent lamps which gave off faint, homely glows, and still more booths, hidden in the shadows at the corners of the room. A bar ran in the centre, its lights brighter, yet equally suitable to disguise what needed to be disguised. I bet the suckers think I'll buy a drink, Luiz thought, angry that someone might assume what her actions would be. Certainly she would like a drink, preferably a strong spirit, as it had been a long trip here, she felt a great deal of stress at this time, and in truth, why would she waste her presence here by not trying at least something that was on tap? However, she would not be buying a drink until she was sure that she had a reason to stay here. The letter had mentioned a Drake Stone. Why should she not do the same?
"Drake Stone!" Luiz called out abruptly, loud enough to overcome the volume of any mild conversations in the room. Impassively, she blocked the doorway, standing almost menacingly. If there was a Drake Stone here, she would know soon enough.
((Let's assume that this happens right after Macy enters and sits down.))
Macy walked into a bar, slightly confused. "Hmm.. I hadn't expected the first meeting to be at a bar... But I guess everything has to start somewhere." She said to herself. She sat down at a table in the bar, checking her backpack for all her belongings. She listed all of them off in her head: Hmm... Lets see... Books, handgun, best to keep that hidden... Extra clothes, phone, flashlight.. She continued to list many things and everything seemed to be there. Macy took a bottle of water out of her backpack and took a drink. Always pack whatever you may need. She looked around the bar and fixed her beanie.
Sitting at a table off the bar a bit, Drake raised his hand and looked behind him. "Hi, the name's Drake." He replied, hoping to gather them.
"We're missing one person, but I'll start." he said as he rustled through his backpack. He pulled out several local newspaper clippings, each an article about Sasquatch. He looked around and pulled out the tablet, along with a foldable microscope. It cluttered the table. "Do you believe in beasts? Bigfoot? Nessie?" he asked. He set his microscope on the tablet and urged them to take a look. It was like a bestiary of sorts once you used the microscope, with pictures of cryptids and descriptions about them in a strange language. "Sightings of these things have gone up exponentially in the past year. Last year I picked up this tablet. A little bit ago, I really examined it. Then I figured it out." He continued, "Some Latin is written on it if you view it. I've been able to translate it slightly. We need to find these creatures and the artifacts they guard. If we don't I'm afraid of what might happen." he viewed the tablet through his microscope. "Everything you know is wrong. Will you help me, and the world? Do you believe?"
When the man calmly introduced himself, Luiz was more than disappointed. She had been hoping various things. She had been hoping that the message which she had received had been a scam, and that she need not bother herself with whatever this secret revelation was. Next, she had been hoping that if she did find a "Drake Stone," they might be someone respectable, who she could see and not immediately assume that she had been wasting her time finding. A kid barely out of high school? Not someone who interested her. When she noticed the girl who also responded to Drake's name, she only grew more concerned. Was this nothing more than a pipe dream created by some young, opportunistic millennials?
She approached them only to tell them how stupid they were to have contacted, but the Drake-teen jumped straight into a presentation. Luiz was intrigued by the strange assortment of items which were removed from Drake's bag, so she restrained herself from speaking. However, as the explanations progressed, Luiz found herself glancing around the room, hoping she was not being associated with this lunatic and his drastic, inconceivable claims.
"Shut up for a second," Luiz insisted. She paused for a moment, averting her eyes, to formulate a response. She looked back at Drake incredulously. "You're trying to tell me that I just travelled a hundred miles so you could have an audience for the latest episode of lunatic X-Files? You're trying to tell me that this - this piece of rock is a codex left for you by some ancient Italians so you can have an excuse to skip out on class an' go huntin' legends?"
"Listen. I know it sounds insane, but it's worth a shot." He explained. "If we go out and look for them, and, if we find them, we could gain fame and fortune. Don't dismiss it that easily."
"Yes, there are many people who make money looking for things that don't exist. And yes, those people are insane," Luiz replied, although the concept of earning money for a contract with no danger and no end was tempting. If this kid was so stupid as to pay people to help him hunt for the results of well-planned pranks, why could she not take advantage of that? Assuming he's got the money to pay us in the first place, Luiz reminded herself.
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"Damn flight delays," mutters Locke to himself, entering the bar. He pats his hip holster, making sure someone hasn't nicked his .44 Magnum S&W. Although he wasn't sure what all this 'reality shattering secret' business was all about, he knows for sure that he was only invited to this little 'party' because he was good with a rifle. For sure, they're being a little too ambitious, thought Locke when he received the letter. But hey, I've got nothing to lose. Even if it winded up being some sort of scam, he'd still enjoy Pennsylvania anyway.
Locke calls out. "There a Drake Stone here?!" he shouts, with a gruff Southern drawl.
Once Locke came over, Drake pointed to the items on the table, along with the artifact. "Now, I know this seems insane," he continued, "But carbon dating proves this to be a couple thousand years old. How would an ancient civilization know about the Loch Ness monster. Egypt and Scotland are incredibly far apart." He then pointed the microscope away from the black lines to the side for a minute. On it was a square artifact with a creature laying on it. A big head, yellow, bulbous eyes, fins on it's sides, and claws for hands. Several thousand stones lay around it. "I'm not quite sure what this means, but below it reads 'Finis'. This translates to 'the end' in Latin. Besides, how would the egyptian civilization know Latin? This is a gigantic mystery."
"Weren't the Roman's running Egypt for a while?" Luiz commented. She had taken a course in Latin during her second or third year of high school, and just now she was finding a use for it. Her memory came back slowly, but always when needed, and now, it was needed to disprove this madman's claims about wild beasts and ancient conspiracies. If a young twenty-something year old was coming up with an idea beyond the possibilities of modern science, they would have to be prepared to show why their theory was more respectable than that of experienced scientists.
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Locke was a little surprised to discover that it was just some kid who called him there; he looked 20 years younger than Locke was!
He listens to Drake's speech halfheartedly, until someone at the desk speaks up and interrupts.
"Young lady... I suggest you not snap in like that if you don't want this to be prolonged anymore than it has to be. Let the young'un talk, and then criticize him when he's done," he says in response.
"And hello to you too! I'd put your hypocritical statements to rest right about now, as I'll be criticizing whomever I wish whenever I want," Luiz snapped back. This new arrival seemed to be trying to assume a position of authority and reason within the group; such an action was unacceptable to Luiz. Her amusement in this situation would definitely be stemming from criticizing Drake's wild comments whenever she felt it to be necessary; anything else would feel like a waste of time. If she held off until the end, she would certainly grow bored and inattentive, forcing her to miss vital opportunities for ridicule. Such a loss would be unacceptable, given the disdain she had for her current situation, if unaltered.
Well, that's unfortunate. I was just beginning to get into the groove with my character. But, I understand your concerns, to a degree. This roleplay has not been the most active - a lack of interest would be reasonable to blame.
In cryptozoology, a pseudoscience, a cryptid (from the Greek κρύπτω, krypto, meaning "hide") is an animal whose existence cryptozoologists believe has been suggested but has not been discovered or documented by the scientific community or by direct evidence.
An amateur archaeologist discovered a stone tablet. It had no obvious writing besides black lines all over it. He kept this hidden for a year. Until you get a letter.
"Hi. I've noticed that you excel in one way or another. Possibly you're a weapons smith, or a traps expert. Whatever it may be, trust me. You have to go to (COORDINATES TO BAR HERE) in Pennsylvania. I've discovered a reality-shattering secret. After reading, destroy this letter and book a flight immediately for 10/9/2016. You have to trust me. Bye. See you soon. Drake Stone."
Soon you will find out you have to hunt for cryptids. Figure out the mystery. Unravel the meaning. Good luck.
Drake sat at the bar with his drink. It would've been his first year of college. Instead he decided to chase after creatures that may or may not exist based off of some tablet found in Egypt. He felt his backpack, making sure that it was still on his back. It contained everything important to him at the moment. He took another sip of his non-alcoholic drink.
So this is the place, Luiz thought as she took in the bar and scanned the area around it. Could have made it a bit less cliché.
Not noting any paparazzi, suspicious automobiles, or alternatively problematic signs, she walked into the bar which had been designated by those ominous coordinates. Already she felt silly doing so - the entire situation seemed far-fetched, and was all too reminiscent of a scam, but to what end she was unsure. She had done her best to avoid succumbing to whatever hidden plot the letter could entail if it was not upright, but still she remained skeptical of how well she had avoided becoming the fool. Rather than book a flight, she had taken a bus from Massachusetts (she had found that she had enough time to make that journey) and in doing so hoped not to be giving money to any airline which might be trying to earn extra profit. Now, she wondered if this tavern was trying to make money in that same manner.
Luiz entered and scanned the area. Tables, located near the sides, under incandescent lamps which gave off faint, homely glows, and still more booths, hidden in the shadows at the corners of the room. A bar ran in the centre, its lights brighter, yet equally suitable to disguise what needed to be disguised. I bet the suckers think I'll buy a drink, Luiz thought, angry that someone might assume what her actions would be. Certainly she would like a drink, preferably a strong spirit, as it had been a long trip here, she felt a great deal of stress at this time, and in truth, why would she waste her presence here by not trying at least something that was on tap? However, she would not be buying a drink until she was sure that she had a reason to stay here. The letter had mentioned a Drake Stone. Why should she not do the same?
"Drake Stone!" Luiz called out abruptly, loud enough to overcome the volume of any mild conversations in the room. Impassively, she blocked the doorway, standing almost menacingly. If there was a Drake Stone here, she would know soon enough.
((Let's assume that this happens right after Macy enters and sits down.))
Macy walked into a bar, slightly confused. "Hmm.. I hadn't expected the first meeting to be at a bar... But I guess everything has to start somewhere." She said to herself. She sat down at a table in the bar, checking her backpack for all her belongings. She listed all of them off in her head: Hmm... Lets see... Books, handgun, best to keep that hidden... Extra clothes, phone, flashlight.. She continued to list many things and everything seemed to be there. Macy took a bottle of water out of her backpack and took a drink. Always pack whatever you may need. She looked around the bar and fixed her beanie.
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Sitting at a table off the bar a bit, Drake raised his hand and looked behind him. "Hi, the name's Drake." He replied, hoping to gather them.
"We're missing one person, but I'll start." he said as he rustled through his backpack. He pulled out several local newspaper clippings, each an article about Sasquatch. He looked around and pulled out the tablet, along with a foldable microscope. It cluttered the table. "Do you believe in beasts? Bigfoot? Nessie?" he asked. He set his microscope on the tablet and urged them to take a look. It was like a bestiary of sorts once you used the microscope, with pictures of cryptids and descriptions about them in a strange language. "Sightings of these things have gone up exponentially in the past year. Last year I picked up this tablet. A little bit ago, I really examined it. Then I figured it out." He continued, "Some Latin is written on it if you view it. I've been able to translate it slightly. We need to find these creatures and the artifacts they guard. If we don't I'm afraid of what might happen." he viewed the tablet through his microscope. "Everything you know is wrong. Will you help me, and the world? Do you believe?"
When the man calmly introduced himself, Luiz was more than disappointed. She had been hoping various things. She had been hoping that the message which she had received had been a scam, and that she need not bother herself with whatever this secret revelation was. Next, she had been hoping that if she did find a "Drake Stone," they might be someone respectable, who she could see and not immediately assume that she had been wasting her time finding. A kid barely out of high school? Not someone who interested her. When she noticed the girl who also responded to Drake's name, she only grew more concerned. Was this nothing more than a pipe dream created by some young, opportunistic millennials?
She approached them only to tell them how stupid they were to have contacted, but the Drake-teen jumped straight into a presentation. Luiz was intrigued by the strange assortment of items which were removed from Drake's bag, so she restrained herself from speaking. However, as the explanations progressed, Luiz found herself glancing around the room, hoping she was not being associated with this lunatic and his drastic, inconceivable claims.
"Shut up for a second," Luiz insisted. She paused for a moment, averting her eyes, to formulate a response. She looked back at Drake incredulously. "You're trying to tell me that I just travelled a hundred miles so you could have an audience for the latest episode of lunatic X-Files? You're trying to tell me that this - this piece of rock is a codex left for you by some ancient Italians so you can have an excuse to skip out on class an' go huntin' legends?"
"Listen. I know it sounds insane, but it's worth a shot." He explained. "If we go out and look for them, and, if we find them, we could gain fame and fortune. Don't dismiss it that easily."
"Yes, there are many people who make money looking for things that don't exist. And yes, those people are insane," Luiz replied, although the concept of earning money for a contract with no danger and no end was tempting. If this kid was so stupid as to pay people to help him hunt for the results of well-planned pranks, why could she not take advantage of that? Assuming he's got the money to pay us in the first place, Luiz reminded herself.
"Damn flight delays," mutters Locke to himself, entering the bar. He pats his hip holster, making sure someone hasn't nicked his .44 Magnum S&W. Although he wasn't sure what all this 'reality shattering secret' business was all about, he knows for sure that he was only invited to this little 'party' because he was good with a rifle. For sure, they're being a little too ambitious, thought Locke when he received the letter. But hey, I've got nothing to lose. Even if it winded up being some sort of scam, he'd still enjoy Pennsylvania anyway.
Locke calls out. "There a Drake Stone here?!" he shouts, with a gruff Southern drawl.
"Over here!" He said semi-yelling.
Once Locke came over, Drake pointed to the items on the table, along with the artifact. "Now, I know this seems insane," he continued, "But carbon dating proves this to be a couple thousand years old. How would an ancient civilization know about the Loch Ness monster. Egypt and Scotland are incredibly far apart." He then pointed the microscope away from the black lines to the side for a minute. On it was a square artifact with a creature laying on it. A big head, yellow, bulbous eyes, fins on it's sides, and claws for hands. Several thousand stones lay around it. "I'm not quite sure what this means, but below it reads 'Finis'. This translates to 'the end' in Latin. Besides, how would the egyptian civilization know Latin? This is a gigantic mystery."
"Weren't the Roman's running Egypt for a while?" Luiz commented. She had taken a course in Latin during her second or third year of high school, and just now she was finding a use for it. Her memory came back slowly, but always when needed, and now, it was needed to disprove this madman's claims about wild beasts and ancient conspiracies. If a young twenty-something year old was coming up with an idea beyond the possibilities of modern science, they would have to be prepared to show why their theory was more respectable than that of experienced scientists.
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(Well, you haven't posted something since Drake spoke.)
Locke was a little surprised to discover that it was just some kid who called him there; he looked 20 years younger than Locke was!
He listens to Drake's speech halfheartedly, until someone at the desk speaks up and interrupts.
"Young lady... I suggest you not snap in like that if you don't want this to be prolonged anymore than it has to be. Let the young'un talk, and then criticize him when he's done," he says in response.
"And hello to you too! I'd put your hypocritical statements to rest right about now, as I'll be criticizing whomever I wish whenever I want," Luiz snapped back. This new arrival seemed to be trying to assume a position of authority and reason within the group; such an action was unacceptable to Luiz. Her amusement in this situation would definitely be stemming from criticizing Drake's wild comments whenever she felt it to be necessary; anything else would feel like a waste of time. If she held off until the end, she would certainly grow bored and inattentive, forcing her to miss vital opportunities for ridicule. Such a loss would be unacceptable, given the disdain she had for her current situation, if unaltered.
I'm going to end this, as it didn't pick up. Sorry about that, but 3-4 people seems way too small to me.
Well, that's unfortunate. I was just beginning to get into the groove with my character. But, I understand your concerns, to a degree. This roleplay has not been the most active - a lack of interest would be reasonable to blame.