Show Posts

This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.

Messages - faceknives

Pages: [1] 2 3 ... 12
Dreadful Secrets of Candlewick Manor / Questions Thread
« on: October 05, 2019, 01:12:40 PM »
I wasn't planning on heavily using the forum this year (it's not that kind of game) but feel free to ask questions here!

Dreadful Secrets of Candlewick Manor / Map of Candlewick Vale
« on: September 10, 2019, 04:09:50 PM »

Dreadful Secrets of Candlewick Manor / Character Creation
« on: September 09, 2019, 09:55:43 PM »
Your PCs (pathetic children) are all individuals, but they all have some things in common.

You're all orphans of a most peculiar type.  For ages, between 6 and 11 years old. Perhaps a little younger or older if your concept insists.

You all have some kind of strange and creepy skill.  It might be the ability to talk to dead people, to walk between mirrors or simply fingernails that cut like knives.  But it's something odd, different from the norm.  I will be bringing some potential suggestions to the first session, but really you want to come up with something yourself. Trouble is so muchj more delicious when it's self inflicted after all.

Can you have more than one creepy skill?  Oh yes.  But the more you have, the more obviously strange you are. One creepy skill?  Only really noticable when it's in use.  Four creepy skills?  Dogs growl, children hide and adults bolt their door if you dare to leave the manor.

Backgrounds? Oh dear. How embarassing. You seem to have misplaced yours.  You have no past and you are explictly forbidden from making one for your character.  They have no pasts. Either they donít remember them, donít want to think about them, or they simply donít come up. They are who they are right now, without justifying it with backstory or history. An orphanís past is obscured from the characterís own player. It is part of the mystery.  What you do have is:

Echoes. Perhaps it's the smell of fish, an antique locket or a line from a nursery rhyme.  They're not a past, merely the unintelligable remnants of one. Still, with time, perhaps one of your echoes will shed some light on who you truly are.

Names. You still have one of these.  It's entirely up to you, but there is a certain cadence to many PC names.  Somewhat archaic (think 1930s) and never using one syllable when you could use five. Dave Smith?  Not entirely impossible, but you are an oddity in your normality.  Eustace Pennistone-Rathelbone. Ah, now that's a Candlewick name to be sure.

The five questions.  You don't have to answer all of these, but try to answer at least some of them to pinpoint your character.  They allow you to hint at possible histories without defining them.

How do others see you?

The image, attitude, appearance, and manner in which you are perceived by others, regardless of how well it reflects who you really are.

How do you see yourself? Regardless of what you do or what others believe about you, how you perceive yourself. Who looks back at you from the mirror when you brush you teeth?

What is Creepy about you?

Never adopted, never accepted; why? Because thereís just something not right about you? What makes you Creepy?

What do you do to try and fit in?

Pretend you donít care all you like, but fitting in is important. What do you do to fit in? How would you compromise yourself to be accepted?

What are you most afraid of?

If your most horrible fear were made flesh and bone, what would be lurking under your bed waiting to grab your foot when you got up in the night to go pee?

Dreadful Secrets of Candlewick Manor / Introduction
« on: September 09, 2019, 09:29:51 PM »
Our story starts, as so many do, in an orphanage.

It is not home, but it is where you live.  And you watched as other children were taken by adoptive parents, to their new assuredly loving homes.  The blonde boy with the sweet smile.  The shy, yet warm hearted little girl. Even the twitchy girl who never spoke was taken in by kind hearted folk.

But not you.  You were too strange. Too unloveable.  Too offputting.  Too creepy.  Poor orphans.

And you learned not to hope.  To cover your brittle soul in a layer of hardened cynicism.  To refuse to laugh and to love, to make yourself weak.  It is truly a tragedy.

But then, when it surely could never happen, it did.  A man came. He was not like the others, these loving mommas and poppas.  He was cold as ice and hard as rock.  And he spoke to the Director of the orphanage. 

And so it came to pass the Director addressed you all.

"This nice man, he will be taking you to a new place for you to live! A huge and very fine house in a valley by the sea, and there you shall have your own rooms, and shall have many other children to play with, and you will be taught many things! Wonít that be splendid? Oh yes, it will!Ē

And you find yourself in a black car going down the road at speeds that surely can not be normal, with a man who hardly speaks.  On your way to Candlewick Manor.

Won't that be splendid? Oh, yes, it will!

Revolution / Re: The Tragic Tale of Miss Tyndall
« on: May 16, 2019, 08:58:11 PM »
The extraction went well I feel.  In some ways it is unfortunate that Hastings escaped into the oblivion of death. I would rather he had not. He was a vulgar horrid little man and died in a squalid manner as befitted his life.

It was necessary to put down Magnus or whichever persona she was containing at the time. A shame, but these things happen.  I needed a new filter as the one I had was damaged in the fight.

I must remember to get more tea.

The fools I work with are still use... no. I do not think like that. That is not me speaking.  I do not love my work colleagues, but I do not despise them either.

I should remember to pick up a paper tomorrow, I am out of touch with the theatre reviews. I used to like the theatre, although I have lost interest recently. Perhaps it is the drama of real life?

I think I should be upset about my face but I am not.  It is only meat after all.

I feel restless.  Perhaps an early night would help.

Revolution / We need a new press statement...
« on: May 04, 2019, 08:12:59 PM »
My contribution:

Whitby is dead, hacked down in the street like the mad dog he was.  Hastings is dying, slowly and carefully.

How many warnings did you expect?

There is no respite. We are in the rich's homes, their parties, their very minds.

We demand nothing. We require nothing expect for their end.

Expect us.  A storm is coming to London.

Revolution / Re: The Tragic Tale of Miss Tyndall
« on: March 19, 2019, 02:38:39 PM »
A welcome rest, as some research was needed. I left this to my companions; while I have some academic knowledge it is too specialised for this project. Miss Rose seemed flushed on her return. Perhaps she found something she wishes not to share.

Instead I spent time sharing a coffee with Miss Violet and the Prussian.  The latter seemed to relax somewhat, perhaps English tea is too sophisticated for his tastes, containing neither sausages or cabbage.

Miss Rose suggested we work with vampires.  I raised my voice somewhat. It ashames me to have lost my temper so, despite the obvious idiocy of her suggestion.

Revolution / Re: Press Statements
« on: March 08, 2019, 08:45:11 PM »
I insist that we get one from Anabelle and Father Patient as well.

Revolution / Re: Press Statements
« on: March 08, 2019, 07:32:51 PM »
I'm really tempted to suggest we send out all the statements, at half hour intervals.

Revolution / Press Statements
« on: March 06, 2019, 04:04:38 PM »
Thought we'd all contribute as we see fit and nick the best ideas from each!  My sample:


We bombed the press district.  We did so because the corrupt media barons drink champagne with aristocrats and politicians, laughing at the pain of the poor while they lie to us.

The deaths of two working men was unfortunate but unavoidable. We had assumed there would be a fire exit in the back. We had assumed their bosses would have some basic humanity. We will not make that mistake again.

Who are we?  We are the man who loses his job after a machine saws off his hand. We are the whore you laugh at while you do your sordidity. We are the Rooks dweller born malnournished and malformed.  We are the rats in the sewer, we are everwhere and we are coming for you.

Be warned. The nature of your oppression is the aesthetic of our anger.


Revolution / Re: The Tragic Tale of Miss Tyndall
« on: March 05, 2019, 10:47:41 AM »
I had bread and cheese for breakfast.  I find it is best to work on a light stomach.

It went well I think, despite complications.  I have never killed someone living before. It is odd how unaffected I feel by it; neither distraught nor proud. It just is.  Is this the attitude of a revolutionary? I do not know.

In general, my companions seem competent. Fog is obviously a coward, but one expects that from a burglar. Miss Violet should possibly see an exorcist, as I suggested to her sister.  There is something strange about Magnus, as I thought, but I still don't know what it is. It matters little; a doctor can be forgiven some mental instability. They see much and do not have my training.

I should sleep. The night grows weary. I look forward to tomorrow's papers with interest.

Revolution / Re: The Hovel
« on: February 28, 2019, 03:16:23 PM »
Miss Tyndall

"I suspect that they fled because the containment system was failing. With all due respect to my comrade's abilities, I doubt 60 people would have fled from a group of four".

Revolution / Re: The Hovel
« on: February 27, 2019, 09:50:38 PM »
Miss Tyndall

"I believe I already have given you an overview.  I'm assuming you don't want a room by room description of the empty rooms at the top of the house?

The only other things to report have already been covered. I found a letter, which several of you have looked at. And there's my theory on what's happened to your sister, which I've already shared with you.  I'll leave it to your judgment whether you wish to share that with the group or not.

I'm not sure what else you're hoping to find out? Sadly, nobody had thought to bring a camera with them."

Revolution / Re: The Hovel
« on: February 27, 2019, 08:48:57 PM »
Miss Tyndall

"I didn't feel any particular fear either for what it's worth.  The place was perhaps a bit spooky for those unfamiliar with death?  Poor Mr Fog seemed quite out of his wits.  I assume that they don't have institutions like this in the Prussian Empire"

Revolution / Re: The Hovel
« on: February 27, 2019, 08:15:01 PM »
Miss Tyndall

She seems strangely calm, as if she was discussing the weather.

The house itself is some kind of a front, I suspect it was an embassy although long abandoned.

In the cellar, through a trap door, you have a collection of spirit containment equipment.  The interesting thing about that is how high tech it seemed. Certainly, well beyond my limited experience. And expensive. Very expensive.  I'd say it was beyond the cost that even a wealthy parasite could normally afford.

It was also both unmanned and seemingly in danger of failing. Indeed, I suspect it may have done so by now, although checking tomorrow's papers may be the best way to contain that.  Even in this hellhole I would be surprised if the Smedlingtons had the influence to hush up hundreds of escaped spirits.

Oh, and Magnus? Don't call me that again, there's a dear.

Pages: [1] 2 3 ... 12