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Despair Syndrome {Closed RP}

Post by Neonhyper

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Despair lies on the horizon, for war never ceases.

The Alliance and the Horde continue to fight their unending conflict. Steel and spell clash ahead of blue and red banners, scored by fire and torn by blade. Neither side relents, so both pitch their armies to another battle. Subterfuge and sabotage will occur under a guise of stalemate until the men march and the bloodshed begins.

But the tents have not yet been pitched. A group of letters navigates the globe, arriving at the doorsteps of heroes of both factions. Eloquent words and flowery introductions frame a single message: an invitation to House Daybreak for matters of ‘great importance.’

Theridan stood before the elaborate, iron wrought gates, oblivious to the grand scheme of things. The human was aware of only one thing: the crumpled stationary clenched in his right hand that had summoned him to the castle of an important lord paladin of the Argent Crusade. It was an honor, standing in the shadow of the manor, nestled in the hills of the healing western Lordaeron, while the morning dawned. Yet it was also an opportunity, and he was instilled with a sense of pride as he moved to unlatch the emblazoned metal sun holding the gate together.

He collapsed as the entire world went black.

Well hello there L&RP. This is an idea that's been in my head for a while, but has only recently come to light. The set up for this RP is a closed scenario PvP murder mystery RP based upon the rules/setup of the game/anime Dangan Ronpa.
This might seem a little odd for the forums, which is why there's going to be some stricter rules.

This is probably the most important: Steam is required for this RP. While this will be explained in detail later, the PvP murder mystery aspect of this RP requires third party communication outside the thread. Since most of the forum already uses Steam, it's the easiest way to do this.
If you have a Steam, now is a good time to get integrated with the community! If you don't, either get it or skip over this RP.
There's a maximum of two characters allowed. This gives everyone the ability to participate as a victim/culprit without being kicked out of the RP.
I'll leave the RP Open for four-five days to allow everyone to introduce characters before it will become closed and the fun will begin.
Be polite, be courteous, don't g-mode, and have fun! This is meant to be a fun experiment for the boards!

Questions should be relayed to the Q&A thread. Two more posts are incoming, hold off until they are posted.

Post by Neonhyper

(This post includes maps and descriptions of the areas of House Daybreak, along with other information that may need to be referenced back to. This will be updated as the RP continues.)

House Daybreak

Map of the First Floor

The first floor of House Daybreak is entered through the massive great hall. As of right now, the enormous double doors leading out of the castle have been barred with impenetrable metal plates. The hall itself is a large, open room that is scarcely furnished. Aside from portraits, tapestries, and weapons on the wall, the only other things to note are the occasional statue. There is a large stairwell leading up to a higher floor, but like the entryway it is blocked by an impassable metal gate.

The western wing of the first floor is the guest wing. A narrow corridor is lined on both sides by numerous doors leading to the guest chambers. Each room contains a bed, dressers, a writing desk, a fireplace, and a pile of firewood to keep it lit. There is a clock for managing time and a map of Azeroth. Each chamber also has its own bathroom with a tub and mirror and other necessities.

The eastern wing of the first floor is the dining hall. It’s a long room with a huge table that stretches from end to end with plenty of seats lining both sides. Alongside the north wall is an enormous fireplace and more weapons are set up on display. The windows in the dining hall have all been sealed by metal plates, making it impossible to see outside. In one corner sits an ornate piano.

At the far end of the dining hall is a discreet door leading into the kitchen. It is a smaller, more cramped stone room filled with cooking supplies. There are crates and crates of fresh food, piles of clean dishes, and plenty of cooking utensils. Sharp knives and skewers abound. There are two ovens, a small one and a large one built into the wall.

The Guests

Theridan Hyatt
Human
Male
???

Mable Winry

Undead Human
Female
Mage

Olet Hopewell

Sin'dorei
Female
Shaman

Shi'Ra Spearfall

Troll
Female
Hunter

Lancalor Orcbane

Human
Male
Paladin

Conrad Warren

Human
Male
Warmage

Tsubedai

Mag'har Orc
Male
Hunter

Arthur Handel

Human
Male
Nerd

Zeeta Bladebreaker

Orc
Female
Warrior

Falionna Shadesong

Undead Sin'dorei
Female
Dark Ranger

Noergel Voidheart

Undead Human
Male
Shadowmage

Erdwal Stonegouger

Dwarf
Male
???

Keradaa

Draenei
Female
Priest

Ashorn Whitehoof

Tauren
Male
Druid/Sunwalker

Marsus

Worgen
Male
Performer

Raegar Stormbreaker

Orc
Male
Battlemage

Marrosh of the Warsong Clan

Orc
Male
Death Knight

Worgen
Male
Assassin/Tracker

Theresa Oakes

Human
Female
Warrior/Rifleman

Sarrin Dawnlight

Sin'dorei
Male
Antiquarian

Cecillio Orsatti

Human
Male
Warrior

Avemthar Darksong

Kaldorei
Male
Hunter

Monogear's Rules for the Manor Life of Mutual Killing

1. The guests of House Daybreak will be living together indefinitely within the manor.
2. Guests are only permitted to sleep in the chambers in the Guest Wing. Intentionally sleeping elsewhere in the manor will result in punishment.
3. Guests may investigate the open areas of the manor as they please, with no restrictions.
4. Violence against the host, Monogear, is forbidden and will be swiftly punished.
5. A guest who kills another guest will be allowed to leave the manor. However, they must not be convicted of the murder.
6. Monogear may add additional rules at his leisure.

Murdering OOCly 101

Post by Neonhyper

Character: ?, ?
Location: Dining Hall; Entrance Hall

Theridan Hyatt could not think straight, let alone see straight, for several minutes.

The lanky human male, somewhere in his late twenties, was mucking through a haze of disjointed, unrelated thoughts floating in front of a mire of inky blackness. He raised his hands, almost surprised to find he could move them, to his head and waited until the pain slowed to a throb and the darkness ebbed away. Slowly, he raised his head and looked around.

He was seated in a chair at a long dining table, empty plates and other tableware neatly arranged in front of him. Theridan looked to either side, seeing just as many empty chairs as occupied ones, with people seemingly also just awakening from stupor. He didn’t bother looking too closely at them, his perception still spinning, and pushed his chair out to stagger to his feet.

The last thing he remembered was… was trying to enter House Daybreak. Was he there? Was this the house? Why was he unconscious and—

Theridan looked down at himself, finding that he had been stripped of both his leather armor and his staff. He was wearing a presentable set of clothing, a thin cotton shirt and a pair of baggy trousers. Almost on instinct he discarded the boots he had been fitted with, and ran a frustrated hand through his pale hair.

What was going on?

Mable Winry was much less bewildered. On the other hand, not much bewildered her anymore.

This was not surprising for someone undead, rising from the grave for a second chance at life was enough to dull anybody’s shock to the unusual. However, the Forsaken had also shaken off the initial unconsciousness far sooner.

She stood, almost perched, in a corner of the entrance hall near the stairwell. Mable fingered the finely crafted, albeit simple and loose, robe she found herself in. It wasn’t the enchanted wizard’s garb she had approached the Daybreak estate wearing, that was for sure. The new apparel was only a piece of the ever growing puzzle. The barred entrance and stairwell, the locked doors in the western wing, and the fact that she couldn’t seem to cast a spell better than a novice.

It was all very odd, and all very mysterious.

Post by Atik

Olet Hopewell, Shi'Ra Spearfall
Dining Hall

The world spun. Olet felt at the very peak of comfortableness. The young Blood Elven women groaned, He long blond hair falling down, outside of its usual ponytail. That was only part of why she was so uncomfortable, alongside the simply ridiculous outfit she was wearing for some reason.

And then of course there was the vomit quickly rising in her stomach; the girl finally losing her last meal over the side of her seat.

In another seat, a green skinned Troll woman shook herself awake, orange stringy hair flailing around her head. Shi'Ra groggily glanced about, examining what she could, taking the entire scene in.

Slowly, she began to piece it all together. She had been taken, knocked unconscious. In her sleep, someone had taken her, alongside others it seemed, and dressed her up; put her in a nice little dinner scene, played with her like a doll. The Troll sneered at the analogy that entered her mind.

Post by Lordplatypus

Lancalor Orcbane
Dining Hall

Lancalor woke up to find himself in a chair, unbound seemingly and equally unarmed.
He was in a dining hall, apparently having been dragged in and placed there after being knocked out by some sort of spell or poison, he felt no wound which would imply blunt trauma.

He was out of his armor, and in a set of clothes he had never seen before. It wasn't terribly restrictive. Then he looked around. There was one man, lanky and likely just an adult for a few years in a simliar situation as he. and-

He checked his eyes.

Yes, there was a forsaken female, one of the murderous traitors that killed his fellow soldiers in the aftermath of the second war just as they retook lordaeron. He clenched his fist, holding back the righteous rage that was filling him for the momment. They were in a captive situation and taking revenge upon this one would likely cast him as a threat to everyone. It was best to wait and leave. He had far more important things to do.

At the very least, the argent crusader whose mansion this was had not done this, this was the work of a some backstabbing coward, not a man of the light. He would likely be alive and somewhere inside the manor or dead and either an undead slave or his spirit would likely be haunting this area. either way, his soul was here..........if it wasn't a warlock's doing and his soul was used as fuel for some spell.

This was truly a mystery.

Post by UrAgahn

Character: Conrad Warren, Tsubedai
Location: Dining Hall

The human youth was already halfway between a fitful slumber and awakening when the retching sounds to the right tore him out of sleep's wet, choking embrace. He threw himself upwards and away, the wooden chair he had been heretofore sitting in falling onto the tiled floor with a loud crash.

"What in the blazes is wrong with you?" Conrad Warren snarled demandingly, raising an arm to gather energy in the palm of his hand and release it in the form of a massive fireball.

He expected the female to be turned to ashes, along with her chair and probably a significant portion of the table. Instead, a single, translucent tongue of flame was loosed from his fingertips, dying with a pathetic whimper before it could so much as singe the elf girl's hair. Conrad stared at his own limb disbelievingly, his nostrils flaring and his almond-shaped blue eyes wide, as if seeing the fair skin crisscrossed by several old scars for the first time. Very slowly he moved his hand to touch his head, and realized that his sandy blond hair was loose and resting on his shoulders, rather than being styled into four horns.

As he shook off the last remnants of drowsiness, more urgent matters became apparent to him. His sword was gone, his clothes were replaced, and, perhaps the most jarring of them all, his dark passenger was completely dormant. Conrad bit his lower lip, fighting down an urge to scream.

Tsubedai was woken by loud noises - a shout and a crash of wood against tile. The young Mag'Har groaned, raising his hands to massage his temples, then snorting crossly when his fingers buried into his charcoal hair - hair that was supposed to be tied into a high topknot, thus preventing it from obscuring his view. Curious, he turned his head to watch a straw-haired human in what looked like a middle of a fit, towering above an elven girl with stomach problems.

Post by Atik

Olet Hopewell, Shi'Ra Spearfall
Dining Hall

Olet coughed, the last bits of vomit falling free from her mouth and to the floor. "Ugh..." She groaned in pain, clenching her eyes.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Arthur Handel
Location: Dining Hall

Arthur woke with a start, pulling his tousled brown hair from the plate it had been resting on. He grabbed the wood of the dining table almost reflexively moments before he wondered why he was sitting at a table to begin with. It was then he realized he was not dressed as before. Though the clothes were of the same style as he normally wore, they were of infinitely higher quality than his former ones, to the point they were almost uncomfortable. Of course, they still seemed a bit shabby on him. In sudden panic, he grabbed his glasses, the once cracked frames replaced with a newer pair.

He only had one immediate question. "Who stole my clothes!"

Character: Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location: Inn of Last Refuge

A sudden snort jolted the orc from her sleep. Bolting upright, the female green skin immediately felt something was wrong. This was because her habitual leather and plate armour was missing, replaced with an elegant blue dress which clung to her muscular curves. A slit ran up the side allowing her leg free motion. Her black hair as well fell over her shoulders, brushed smooth and oiled to a shine.

"What...what is this!" the orc demanded, reaching for her axe and only finding her bare shoulder, the dress hanging low and wrapping about her chest for the sole means of support. She grabbed at the clinging fabric in fury. "What the fel is this!"

Post by morginar

Character: Falionna Shadesong
Location: Dining Hall

Falionna awoke with her face and strays of her bleached hair on a plate. Already did this give a unconfortable feeling as she next to never sleep. Someone had taken her.

She placed a bare hand to the side of the plate and pulled her self into the chair. The fact that the hand was no gloved was strange. Is strange indeed. She looked down to her leather armour and found herself in a black and gold silken robe of elven origin.

She sighed and rested her head on the chair. The fact that for the ponytail that the dark ranger kept most of her hair in was gone and the hair hang free and unchecked she hadn't noticed.

Character: Noergel Voidheart
Location: Dining Hall

The Green haired undead male warlock that one time was a part of the kirin tor arose from his unnatural slumber. He brushed his unatural green and mostly backslicked hair fron hos face down his neck.

He found himself not in his eredun cursed robes, but in a black suit with a white shirt and bowtie. He felt odd, but cursed when he noticed that hus beloved staff was gone. "Darkness be damned." he cursed to himself.

Post by Monday

Character: Erdwal Stonegouger
Location: Dining Hall

Erdawl grunted and awoke with a start. He grabbed the sides of his head with his hands and screwed his eyes shut until the world stopped spinning. Then, after several moments, he opened them again and inspected the scene. What met his eyes was a shocking mix of the bizarre and complete commonplace. It looked just like an ordinary dining hall, if rather opulent. On the other hand, everybody looked as disoriented as he did.

He was beset by a sudden fear and grabbed the spoon in front of him, checking his reflection. Luckily, he was safe. His bushy black beard was intact, as was his blocky face, green eyes and the ponytail on the back of his head.

Relieved, he settled back in his chair, watching the others and waiting.

Character: Keradaa
Location: Guests Quarters

Karadaa had awoken far earlier than the others. As she was once an anchorite, one of those priests of the draenei, she was blessed with a rather powerful fortitude.

Unluckily for her, it wasn't quite enough to keep her awake when the blackness struck.

She had found herself awake and dressed in different clothes. Quite angry at the violation of modesty, she had gone to complain, only to find the entrance hall completely sealed. This had posed a bit of a dilemma, but eventually her dislike of the Mag'har in the dining hall had driven her to explore the guests quarters, where she was currently trying to force her way through one of the many locked doors.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Arthur Handel
Location: Dining Hall

Arthur grumbled and looked to his side. He blinked at the orange haired troll, curiosity momentarily overshadowing alarm at seeing one of the tribal creatures so dressed. "Who are you?"

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Theridan Hyatt
Location: Dining Hall

Theridan drew himself away from the chair he had been seated at, his now bare feet making slapping thuds against the cold, polished tile that made up the floor. The others were stirring, but he only made out a couple of statements out of the din of complaints and questions.

He staggered to the nearest wall and leaned against it, breathing heavily, but methodically, and waited for the rest of the nausea to pass.

Character: Mable Winry
Location: Entrance Hall

Mable tilted her head back and examined the portraits on the tall stone wall before her with blank sockets, though not blind. The framed pictures were all masterfully painted, busts of lords and ladies and rugged knights, with the occasional landscape hung between them. A pair of swords were hung centered, and the thin skin around Mable's mouth grimaced. There was something uneasy about how polished and sharpened the ornamental weapons looked.

She pulled away from the wall, unconsciously reaching for a hood that no longer was there to cover her skeletal head and the short, wispy locks of auburn hair barely covering it. There appeared to be a commotion coming from the dining hall--the others must have begun waking up.

Closer to where she was, however, was the sound of frustration and a rattling door. Mable peeked her head into the eastern hallway, where a draenei woman appeared to be trying to force open one of the locked rooms, "You won't get them open," the Forsaken said in a quiet, raspy tone. "I already tried them all."

Post by UrAgahn

Character: Conrad Warren, Tsubedai
Location: Dining Hall

When a bespectacled male voiced his disturbance over missing clothing, Conrad turned his head to face the source of the outcry. The yellow-haired human's fists were opening and closing convulsively, and a vein throbbed near his left eye - Tsubedai, who could see the loud youth clearly, noted that the other was very obviously uncomfortable without a weapon in his grasp. The Mag'har's guandao was missing as well, and much like the others, he woke in a garb different from the one he had been wearing before the sleep took him. However, this did not distress him much - the young orc could already see dozens of household objects that could be used as a makeshift weapon, and his new clothing was quite comfortable.

Conrad clenched his fists tightly, the knuckles whitening, and slammed them onto the table. Silverware jumped and drinks spilled, soiling the brilliant white tablecloth. The young human snarled, his eyes darting between the other people at the table, "What is going on here?"

Post by Atik

Olet Hopewell, Shi'Ra Spearfall
Dining Hall

Shi'Ra glanced to the side as the sound of a voice, glaring at the man. "Wha'sit to ya?" She replied, moving to get up from her chair.

Olet remained leaning over her chair, coughing and panting until she felt ready to move.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Arthur Handel
Location: Dining Hall

Arthur looked around in befuddled confusion. "...A name?"

Character: Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location: Inn of Last Refuge

The orc lurched to her feet. She clutched at the elegant tablecloth furiously and cast her eyes about the table.

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Theridan Hyatt
Location: Dining Hall

Unfortunately for Theridan, by the time he had a firm grasp on surroundings and which direction was which, his earlier headache had resurfaced into a drumming, constant pain. He exhaled darkly, picking himself up and making his way to the end of the table, where no seats were located, and slammed his fist down.

"If you are done shouting like some uncultured lowlife," Theridan demanded, eyes fixated on Conrad, but kept his voice at regular volume, projected icily, "then I would suggest you use your brain."

Post by UrAgahn

Character: Conrad Warren, Tsubedai
Location: Dining Hall

Conrad's lips spread in a bloodthirsty grin, revealing his teeth.

"How about I use yours after I crack your skull open, smartass?" he spat. Figuratively speaking. "Or do you have anything useful to say?"

Tsubedai rose from his seat, raising his calloused hands. Tall and lean for an orc, he was at least a head taller than Conrad.

"Peace, humans," the Mag'har spoke. "We can be at one another's throats - or we can try and figure out what is happening."

Post by Monday

Character: Keradaa
Location: Guests Quarters

"Hrmph," Keradaa grumbled, but desisted. "I guess you woke up early as well? the draenei asked.

Post by lightnstuff

Ashorn Whitehoof
Dining Hall

With a comical moo, Ashorn flopped and flailed off of one of the door archways, striking the floor with another moo. Confused, stunned, and totally disoriented, he rolled rather than standing like he intended. The young tauren bull finally made contact with the wall and managed to push himself to his hooves. Scratching his head, the druid looked around his surroundings.

'Wut.

Where- Oh. This must be that place, what was it, Dawnbreak? Human names are weird.

I'm kinda hungry.

Do humans normally knock people out when they invite people inside? Nightelves don't do that.

Oh.

Wait.

There's people.'

Realizing he was staring at the others, Ashorn mumbled awkwardly to himself.

Marsus and Kisvixishiid
Guest Hall

Marsus poked his head out from behind the wall of the guest hallway where Ashorn had fallen. The jet black worgen scanned the room cautiously upon hearing movement.

"Oh stop being creepy. Do you work hard at being embarrassing?"

The owner of the decidedly female voice stepped out from underneath him, a cat of a peculiar magenta color stepped out and trotted down the hall. She stopped half-way as she realized she was not being followed, "Well come on. It's time to be social."

'But-'

"No excuses," the familiar declared, "besides. I think I smell fish."

Post by Neonhyper

Character: Theridan Hyatt
Location: Dining Hall

"Shut your mouth, orcish swine," Theridan interjected smoothly, without skipping a bit and without shifting his attention to Tsubedai, keeping his eyes on Conrad. "And if you would stop prattling on like an idiot, perhaps I would be able to say something useful."

He raised his arms from the table and crossed them against his chest, " 'What is happening' is simple: someone, and I suspect it may be our esteemed host, appears to have lured us into a trap and is holding us hostage."

Character: Mable Winry
Location: Guest Wing

"Yes," Mable replied simply, looking over her shoulder for a moment before returning her attention to the draenei. "We are all in quite the... unsettling situation."

Despair Syndrome {Closed RP}

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