[Other FULL] Of Mice & Magic [T][IC]

Some say it's hidden on the last grain of sand that falls through the hourglass. Some say it's hidden eternally in the folds between today and yesterday. Others say it's not even hidden at all, just scattered throughout the never-ending, endlessly stretching everywhere, and we're just not good enough at seeing it yet. What matters, however, is not that where it is hidden, it is that we found it. Welcome yourself as you slip through the bars of garden gate, and enter

Chiriweat's Castle​

Admire the magical castle of Chiriweat, as it towers over you, and stretches out so far it's hard to believe it ever ends. The gardens are filled with an uncountable variety of trees, flowers and animals. The faint sound of hooves as horses gallop in the distance stands in stark contrast to the tapping sounds of spiders scurrying over the floors. Looking up, the blue sky is decorated with the graceful moon hanging amidst, as what seem to be bright stars flurry and scutter throughout the sky, dressing every stone and every plant in bright light. It is here that countless of wonders come from. Most importantly is what's hidden in the inner sanctum of the castle: The Key of Ages.

The Key of Ages​

Many an adventurer has coveted the Key of Ages, to break the lock on the Door of Tomorrow, and unlock its many secrets. The castle's peculiar properties have stopped every adventures, no matter if they were a thief, a knight or a dreamer, so far, making it's legend even grander. Even now, a very odd group of adventures stand before the castle gates, ready to take on Chiriweat's Castle.

You​

A grasp that used to be strong, has since weakened. Time is losing it's grip on the realm of mice. Days get taken from some, and given to others. Sometimes everyone loses an hour, and sometimes lonesome mice might have to redo their latest one. No corner of the realm goes unaffected, and the great mice-minds have been trying to solve their world's chronal disorder for ages now. Six brave little mice have banded together, set on solving the clock's issues and making time tick again with the help of the Key of Ages. Each with their own particular skills, and own story, they have come to save their homes. Hidden between the long blades of grass, obscured by the shadow of an overly ripe pumpkin, stand a wizard, a knight, a ranger, a druid, a rogue, and a healer.

The Realm Of Mice​

Nobody is quite sure how big it is, as over every mountain range you travel, there's rumours about what lies over the peaks of the next one. The Realm of Mice is unknowingly big, always a yonder to explore. The size has given it some unique features, allowing for endless habits and rituals to pop up. Some towns are brick and mortar, with fine tile roofing, where the knights wield swords, and the rangers wield bows. Walk far enough though, and undoubtedly you'll encounter a town where the knights wield needles, and live in lost bowler hats. Where those come from, nobody knows. The realm of mice knows no humans, only strangely enough their marks on the world. Other animals do exist, in all varieties. Some are just like regular animals, just to scale with the mice. Farmers can have sheep, hunted by wolves that dwell through the forests. However, sometimes big animals show up. Legends of a crow big enough to carry off entire houses still linger as bedside stories. And it's not just animals, the city of Rosebury for example, has a giant rose in it's center, called the Heart's Flower.

Gameplay​

In this RP, six players will be the brave mice willing to explore Chiriweat's Castle, in search of the Key of Ages. How this is done is very much up to the players. Exploring can be done as a constant party, individually, or in any other possible combination, really. The lay-out of the castle will become clear through exploration, and given in GM-posts, with a list of the dangers each room can pose. The stakes come from the players themselves. If a room has a mice trap hiding some delicious cheddar, it's up to the player exploring if they want to interact with that trap. The castle is to human scale, as are all elements present, so a small broom closet suddenly becomes quite the room to explore.

The total party composition is set already, as mentioned above: a wizard, a knight, a ranger, a druid, a rogue, and a healer. What these names incorporate is entirely up to the players themselves, though. In some villages, knights might not be armorclad heroes, but rather club-swinging barbarians dressed in fur. The druid might not be a sorcerer calling to animals for help, instead commanding vines and weeds to overgrow and attack. Keep in mind certain limits do exist, with scale being an important one. The mice are still only a few inches tall, so a mouse druid transforming into a multiple feet tall polar bear should be a no go. Bearing the same logic, they shouldn't ride horses. Not even a shetland.



Ice as God
engineer as Cronald Ripipip, the Wizard
Godzil as Sir Ben Junkheap, the Knight
PastelPhoenix as Artean Bellepetal, the Ranger
Winter as Yvanna of Whisker Wood, the Druid
Afterglow Ampharos as Eleanor Bennett, the Healer

• GM word is law
• All RPT rules apply
• Do not god mod and do not bunny without permission – if you don't know what these terms mean refer to RPT rules.
• Be respectful in the OOC at all times
• This roleplay is rated T, meaning certain mature themes are toned down. There's no excessive violence or gore and no sexual content.
• Try to get a post in at least every two weeks.
• Because of the limited amount of spots (6), SUs will be judged on how well they'll fit the setting and creativity, allowing one from each class.

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The Castle Yard

Some time ago

Pierre covered his eyes as the rising sun lit up the bench he was laying on. Birds fluttered round, their tweeting going completely unappreciated. Pierre suffered from morning mood. Usually it came in bursts of hatred for the world, utter despise for anyone around him, and an urgent need to snatch up Nerves and gobble him up whole. He hoped the awful thing would leave him alone for today, so he could waste hours laying in his own filth, and deciding which bird he'd eat if he were to actually move. Today, sadly, the awful thing would not leave him alone. Nerves landed upon the armrest of the bench. His colourful feathers annoyed Pierre to his core. Pierre hated parrots, and Pierre hated Nerves. The fact that Nerves was a parrot created a vile feedback loop that Pierre cherished dearly. He liked to despise, in fact, it was his favorite past time.

"Isn't it time to get up?" Nerves asked. He knew it was, and he knew Pierre didn't want to.

"It is, but caring never was my strong suit."

"No, indeed, it seems to me your only strong suit is licking yourself clean after you let the filth collect for too long. But, I digress, not everyone can be perfect." As soon as the perfect left his beak, he started grooming his wings. It was compulsory for the bird.

"You got some dirt there," Pierre said as he lunged his paw. Nerves jumped aside. "Oh sorry, I guess that's just your face." Pierre grinned.

"She's back," Nerves said.

"Who?"

"Who else, you hack brain! Look at this!" Nerves dropped some gravel from his claws. Pierre sighed.

"I'll get on it, just make sure she can't slither away this time." Begrudgingly, the cat jumped down, leaving deep paw prints onto the dirt path.

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The Castle Yard

Some time ago

The castle yard was incredibly, incredibly, unimaginably big. Pierre slowly paced alongside the fence, that seemed to continue endlessly, and knowing this place, probably did. Nerves circled above.

"See anyth-"

"No."

Pierre sighed. "You can at least let me f-"

"Finish your sentences? I would if you're laziness wasn't so apparent it even affected your talking."

Pierre hated Nerves. This could not be repeated enough. The bird quickly dove down, landing on right in front of the cat.

"Careful now," Pierre said. "I'm a predator, you know that."

"I'm a little less worried about the fat cat and more about the monster turning everyone to stone," The parrot sneered.

Pierre readied himself, his hair right up. "You saw her?"

"No, no, I saw Speter."

Pierre raised an eyebrow.

"Just take a look," Nerves said.

Pierre parted the bushes with his paw, and was greeted by Speter waving. His whole lower body was turned to stone.

"Hey Pierre, hey Nerves," he said.

"Peter, what happened?" Pierre asked the sloth.

"Well, uhm, I saw that snake a couple of days ago, you know. And since then I've been having trouble moving mostly." He laughed, in low-pitched breathes.

"You're turning to stone," Nerves stated.

"Always so observant," Speter laughed.

"Good to see you're still the same old you even when you're in this predicament," Pierre said. He couldn't help to feel sorry for the sloth.
"I thought it was instant?" The cat hushed to Nerves.

"It is, it is," Nerves whispered back.

"But?"

"But Spete is a sloth. Everything just works a bit slower."

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The Castle Yard

Even more of some time ago

Chiriweat overlooked his castle yard and smiled. He had worked hard for all the nineteen years of his life, and now he finally had what he always dreamed of. It was small, but he didn't doubt more was coming. The fence currently felt more like the bars of a cage, as if the world had to be protected from him, instead of the other way around.

The castle only had two windows, both next to the wooden door. He peered through to see the insides. It was modest. Very modest. He'd deal with it though. He grasped the penchant around his neck tightly.

"I think I might need some flowers," he said. With a faint blow, lilies and clovers started to pup through the ground. He dug in his pockets, to retrieve a small wooden box. He put it down in the middle of the pathway. It folded itself open, and revealed an incredibly tiny elephant, no bigger than a mouse.

Chiriweat lowered himself, and scratched the animal with a single finger.

"You'll grow as the garden does, don't worry."

He turned around, pressed his penchant to the front door, and it swung open.

"Now, I need to get to work inside. You behave yourself," the wizard told the petite elephant. "After all, time is key."

The walls inside were cramped. Chiriweat corrected his tophat, and slightly nudged the wall.

"C'mon now, start walking," he said. The wall started walking.

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Now

The sky flared up in the most beautiful pink, for the fraction of the blink of an eye. For those who blink fast, that is. For those who blink slowly, and carefully, the sky flared up even quicker, relative to their blinking speed. It faded back to the starlit nightsky again, leaving no trace of the colour. What had changed was the flowers that had started to grow through the path. A lot quicker than flowers should grow, however, not so fast that they just appeared. One could clearly see the root systems develop, and the bulb forming.

An infinitesimally small elephant also stood in the pathway, utterly confused. He blared a confused hoot, that anyone speaking the difficult tongue of the elephant would know to mean "Again?!". The elephant was no bigger than a small mouse, but he started growing. A lot quicker than elephants should grow, however, not so fast as one might think. One couldn't see him growing, but, if you were to blink, he'd be slightly bigger than before one had blinked. Of course, again, that's assuming one is a quick blinker. If one is a slow and careful blinker, the elephant would've grown even more, albeit still not too much.

The door of the castle yard had also opened, revealing the grand foyer, donning the beautiful stone sculpture of a cat and a parrot inside, looking up to that of a smiling sloth. A rhythmic ticking could be heard, as the sloth's long claw seemed to tick against it's stone body.

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