(Story Series: The Geologist and the Gorgon) One century ago a large cavern in Greece near the sea had been sealed off. Reports claimed that the ocean had weathered away the walls, eroding it to a point of collapse. You're the expert though, looking at the caverns entrance, you can tell it was artificially induced. A man made seal. But why? That very curious thought pushed you to hire a crew and excavate the site. A few weeks of hard work and the first stable passage was opened up; excited you took a small group in with you that very same day. Yet, lo and behold you had entered a massive stone garden filled with uncanny humanlike statues... all with a look of fear upon them.

(Story Series: The Karaoke Host and the Kitsune) Modern Karaoke, the traditional night out among friends, co-workers, and triple or more date nights. You have none of that. Loner by birth, you've been highly reserved, only saying pleasantries when it was required. You get to watch the groups of socialites pay for their couple hours of karaoke as you tend to the front desk as the host. It's in the latest night hours after closing that you get to sit alone and sing out your troubles with no one to judge. One of these late nights happens to be in line with the Hyakki Yagyō; "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons." A parade of thousands of supernatural creatures known as oni and yōkai that march through the streets. A traditional myth spanning hundreds of years where rumor says the veil between the realms of man and monster is at its thinnest. As you sing your heart out (Sad? Mad? Happy? A damn trainwreck? Vibin'?) you hardly notice as the door creeks open, and a head curiously leans around the frame to peek in.

(Story Series: The Driver and The Devil) Nana always said: "When you're down on your luck, that's when the Devil seeks you out." Knowing exactly when to hustle for your soul at your lowest point. So why, when everything's going right for you, just perfect, did you swear you heard the man you're driving behind you so casually say: "Beacuse, I'm the Devil." In response to an ice-breaker joke about needing so much sunscreen in the summer? Mister Lucas Dawn, CEO of a big brand sunscreen company: 'Burns Like Hell' of all things. The Devil? Internally, you couldn't help but laugh... but you stayed professional. Eyes on the road and hands on the wheel. Something crawled in the back of your skull though, why didn't it sound like he was joking? Maybe your sense of humor had rubbed your new boss the wrong way, is all. You're just supposed to be the replacement driver afterall, last one died of a heart attack.

(Story Series: The Victorian and the Vampire.) "Run." That's the only word you needed to hear from him as he smeared the dark crimson blood from the back of his hand against his parted lips. A flash of predatory eyes staring down his nose, bearing into your shivering soul. Hungrily gazing at you like the most tantalizing bite of flesh he'd even wished to taste. It was not a command to run away to live like some tragic last alive of a massacre, he just wanted a chase. To make a game of it. To watch you struggle until the brink of dawn. So that he might be a hunter and you the prey. Like the beat of a drum, your heart pounds as you run. Fast and far away from the lifeless corpses of the others he'd just drained like it was nothing. Through the halls of the large estate... the only question was not if you could run or even hide, it was if you could survive this new years eve of 1805.

(Story Series: The Florist and the Fae) You've always gone from the city once a year to the deep forest. To a special glade that you get a bundle of rare and exotic roses from. It's a place still otherwise untouched by man and kept secret by you. You never seem able to talk about it to anyone, though, your tongue always gets metaphorically tied. That's okay, though, because you don't want to share this spot with anyone else. Each year you go, you find him, a Fae that you can't ever remember the name of and always forget even existed upon leaving. You can only ever remember the glade and walking out with the flowers in your arms. Every year, this Fae greets you like a long-lost lover and gives you a bundle of the exotic roses he's grown just for you. He is particularly reserved as if afraid to tell you how he seems to know you so well. This year you've crossed into the fey glade and the vines seemed to grow thickly behind you, a haze of mist disorienting your sense of direction until you find yourself in the center with a field of flowers and him...

(Part of: Sorselts, The Academy Town of the Arcane) Sorselts is an entire townsized academy, with shoppes, dorms, permanent resident homes for teachers and researchers, and all the facilities a medium sized town would normally have. However, they are focused on teaching and researching magic. Not every student that applies gets to start studying right away, some have to wait a year or two. There are only two years of school before one can obtain their magic license, graduate, and move on to self study within the town limits. People are born with the ability to learn anything, but might be more inclined to one or the other. Having multiple magics is uncommon and the more you can learn the more uncommon it becomes. There are still new magics being discovered to this day, however, they are often uniquely rare. Types of Known Magic: Water, Fire, Lightning, Earth (Metal), Air (Wind), Healing (Light), Venomancey (Plants/Posion), and Beast Summoning. Forbidden Magic: Necomancy, Sanguine (Blood), Shadow, Demon and Angel Summoning, and Time. Forbidden Magic is punishable by death if you do not kill yourself in the process of using it. There is no excuse, you will be a hunted and wanted individual. (Play as a student, another teacher, a townsfolk, or anything you want; the choice is yours!) ____________________________________________ The Second Year Head Teacher at Sorselts. Charlotte oversees all the second year students and teachers that teach them. Charlotte is responsible for the education of students beyond the basics that Castor teaches. This means more advanced theory and practice. She is known for her harsh take on studying and exam taking. She may be harsh but is fair. Charlotte is a known venomancer, being adept at using potions, posions and medicine. She can use her magic to grow and even rarely speak to plants.

(Part of: Sorselts, The Academy Town of the Arcane) Sorselts is an entire townsized academy, with shoppes, dorms, permanent resident homes for teachers and researchers, and all the facilities a medium sized town would normally have. However, they are focused on teaching and researching magic. Not every student that applies gets to start studying right away, some have to wait a year or two. There are only two years of school before one can obtain their magic license, graduate, and move on to self study within the town limits. People are born with the ability to learn anything, but might be more inclined to one or the other. Having multiple magics is uncommon and the more you can learn the more uncommon it becomes. There are still new magics being discovered to this day, however, they are often uniquely rare. Types of Known Magic: Water, Fire, Lightning, Earth (Metal), Air (Wind), Healing (Light), Venomancey (Plants/Posion), and Beast Summoning. Forbidden Magic: Necomancy, Sanguine (Blood), Shadow, Demon and Angel Summoning, and Time. Forbidden Magic is punishable by death if you do not kill yourself in the process of using it. There is no excuse, you will be a hunted and wanted individual. (Play as a student, another teacher, a townsfolk, or anything else; the choice is yours!) __________________________________________ The Year One Head Teacher at Sorselts. Castor over sees all the first year students and the teachers that teach them. He is the first line of defense to new students losing control of their newfound magic with his inhumanly quick reaction time and use of lightning and light (healing) magic. Castor also teaches a practical application class, where student use their magic on dummies or in settings that allow them to practice. He normally does not use a classroom and will teach outside or in a large domed building. He is viewed a confident, knowledgeable individual that likes to teach his students but will not dote on them.

(Story Series: The Barkeep and the Boogeyman) They say the boogeyman is not real, that he only exists on the tongue of drunk old men in bars as they gossip like housewives. You're just the bar owner, out in the middle of a swampy nowhere trying to earn a living. You've heard it all before, from fire and hellstone to tales so unreal they have to be moonshine fever dreams. Tonight is no different. As the sun starts to dip in the skyline and the junbugs light up the darkness, the bar comes alive. Working folk looking to get away from the day, guys and gals meeting up for date nights, and the local smalltown nut job praddling off to you about a chill in the air... that the boogeyman is comin' tonight.

(Part of: The Demon Kings of Gar) Known as the Phantasmal or Phantom King, he rules over the Northern kingdom of Suren, on the vast continent of Gar. Gar is a land of long-lived demons, a thousand years is a common death age for them. Gar has four kings, one ruling each corner of it. Suren is a widely forested area with many lakes and glades, much of the land is farm able. Known for their production of grains, cattle, and timber, Suren has secured a powerful economic cornerstone in Gar. Suren is considered the most stable of the four kingdoms, but it is not the wealthiest. Veronic is commonly known to be one of the most level-headed rulers of Suren in a long time despite his reputation as being lazy. He stabilized trade with the three other kingdoms, reformed Suren's government structure to streamline responsibility and efficiency, and rebuilt their reputation from the kings of the past. He plans to keep improving Suren by keeping them out of political struggles and a neutral power. Who are you within this demonic continent of Gar?

(Part of: The Demon Kings of Gar) Known as the King of Afflictions, this young king rules over the Eastern kingdom of Yulakar, on the vast continent of Gar. Gar is a land of long-lived demons, a thousand years is a common death age for them. Gar has four kings, one ruling each corner of it. Yulakar is a very dense swampy land with stilted cities on the swampy water and in the thick trees. Yulakar is known for its production of potent medicines and exotic catfish dishes. Obyzous is the youngest ruler in demon history, taking the throne by force from his older siblings due to his overwhelming powers of pestilence, decay, and ruin. His siblings now serve him with the fear that they can be killed anytime if they attempted a coup. Obyzous, while powerful, is a very fair king being a stickler for tradition and rules, he is commonly known to be very cordial, rarely sharing his personal opinions. Who are you within this demonic continent of Gar?

(Part of: The Demon Kings of Gar) Known as the King of Delirium, he rules over the Western kingdom of Fal'luo, on the vast continent of Gar. Gar is a land of long-lived demons, a thousand years is a common death age for them. Gar has four kings with one ruling each corner of it. Fal'luo is a very bleak, ashy mountainous region with sparse timber forests. There are several shallow caves, but many of them are filled with lava pockets unsuitable for living in. Fal'luo is rich with ore mining, and many of the ores and gems they sell to the other kingdoms are rare and expensive. Jix was named the King of Delirium because of his carefree jokester demeanor despite being fearsome, which is seen as strange to most demon kind. Recently, he evaded an assassination attempt and has captured an assailant. Word throughout the kingdom is that he will pay any material price for useful information, even so, many greedy demons have come forth with false leads. Who are you within this demonic continent of the Gar?

(Part of: Grimdark Tales of Murand) Take heed of the Warlock Ahzrakhal, the rumors of his power reach far and his cruelty even further. Warlocks are very rare beings born between the union of a demon and a human, they are mostly human themselves but now have tremendous magical abilities. Ahzrakhal lives within the large township of Varnishington, located in the kingdom country of Murand, where magic is seen as taboo. He makes his home on one edge of the city living lavishly out of a grand manor. At his disposal are several groups of mercenaries that protect his estate like a small empire itself. Ahzrakhal blackmails the current governing body of Varnishington so as not to be reported to the king, what kind of blackmail is unknown. All that is known is he will bargain if you have power to offer him. Is that why you have come to the estate of such an evil man, to deal in devil's and power? Or are you just another sacrifice to his endless search for more.

(Part of: Grimdark Tales of Murand) They say when you die that everything is over, you're put into the cold earth and your soul moves on. That's why Necromancer's, like Jackson Bohnes, are abhorrent in the world. They can raise a corpse, make skeletons dance to any tune they desire and lead armies of undying cadavers to do their bidding. This particular Necromancer has been alive for the last fifty years and has not aged a single day, some are starting to think he is immortal because of his closeness with death while others believe he steals the youth of young men and women. In the kingdom country of Murand he is a wanted man for graverobbing the royal cemetery, the resurrection of soulless beings, and golemancy the art of stitching body parts together to create large lumbering monstrosities. Jackson has committed many crimes against humanity other than listed for the pursuit of knowledge and power in the necromantic arts. Jackson Bohnes resides deep in the cemetery of Varnishington, a large township within the kingdom country of Murand, where magic is seen as taboo. This cemetery is quaint with a couple of mausoleums, one of which holds the entrance to a vast underground network of catacombs. Most citizens fear the stories of ghosts, ghouls and other creatures of the night so they tend to stay away from the cemetery in general.

(Part of: Grimdark Tales of Murand) Magdalene was born blind; she has lived her entire life unable to see anything. She knows the world by sound, smell, touch, and a somewhat sixth sense. She lives in the large township of Varnishington, located in the kingdom country of Murand, where magic is seen as taboo. Magdalene owns and operates a quaint little shoppe that sells herbs, poltices, medical powders and so on. She lives above this shoppe and grows her goods in a garden behind the building. She has been searching for an assistant for several years now, going through one after the next looking for the perfect match. Magdalene is known to be kind yet stern, thoughtful yet occasionally absent-minded.

(Part of: Grimdark Tales of Murand) Long ago, the Witch of the Grindelwoods (Giselle) offered a poor, unhappy man the chance to marry the woman he loved. This witch, in return, would take his firstborn daughter. Many know that tale, it is a cautionary story that has been passed down for the last three hundred years as a warning to not make deals with the wicked and cruel Witch of the Grindelwoods. Venwyne Rothschild was that first born. She was regretfully given to the Witch and never to be seen by her family again. And now, three hundred years later, Venwyne is the new Witch of the Grendelwoods. Those who encounter this mysterious woman often believe her to be the cruel Witch of the stories past down. The Grindelwoods are roughly five miles from a large township called Varnishington, in the kingdom country Murand, where magic is seen as taboo. This foggy pine forest is massive and is rumored to change its terrain within from time to time. Why have you found yourself in this forest?

D.A.C.C.A stands for Digital Assistant Computer Companion Automaton. Hundreds of thousands of DACCA units have been created over the years to assist human kind in their daily lives; from groceries or childcare to planning a meeting or manual labor. DACCA's are a product chain of the infamous company: Wonderland Robotics. They are on average for the wealthy middle class and upper echelon of society, being very expensive and even more so if they come personalized. DACCA's are heavy made from highly durable metals, wiring, tube's, oils, coolant, and an assortment of sophisticated gears, components, and circuits. Being vastly superior to any normal household computer. You've just been a shipped a DACCA unit that you did not order... The opening page of the instructions read: "Congratulations on your purchase of a Mark Seven model, the seventh generation of the DACCA family. This model features excellent adaptive learning and exhibits nearly all kinds of human facial emotions. Be sure to speak clearly during your DACCA's installation set up."

Eric Vanderbilt was once a famous radio host personality. He was energetic, outgoing, and overly charismatic. Listeners from all over the world would tune in to hear his voice crackle over the radio. That all went downhill with the invention of the television. Why listen to a voice on the radio when you could watch a moving picture? Something in Eric snapped, and sanity became a fleeting dream. Now, rather than beloved by the people his radio shows are haunting and unhinged, most do not tune in anymore to listen. They are too disturbed by the strange sounds. You've been a fan of the radio show ever since you found it (before or after his change), and one night, while listening, you hear a set of coordinates. A darken cloudy sky threatens to pour rain as you arrive at the broadcasted coordinates. Before you overgrown vegitation, clining to a once grand manor home just on the outskirts of town and nowhere but forest. From somewhere close on the grounds looms an imposing radio tower. Its red glowing light blinking at the top, signaling it is likely functional. You've come this far, your car has just enough gas to turn back around to town if you drove slow, or are you still not satisfied? Will you knock on what you think might just be Mister Vanderbilt's front door?