The Dark Era GPSL

(This is a group thread for the people who have found staff pieces. Before we move on with the rest of the plot we need to do this part.)

The pieces have all been found by now and the hieroglyphics inscribed on each golden object have been twisting, burring, digging itself in each mind. Relentless and spooky you feel the black, funeral thoughts hum over your skin. Voices whisper secret fantasies. Thoughts may or may not be your own but they are there regardless.

Find me.
Let me out.
Let me out.
I've been waiting for so long.

But the following get a message mysteriously:

It is up to you to bring the five pieces together.


( Elizabeth Louella Miles Renee Vi )

The fog continues to perfuse. Night and Day. Day and Night. It rolls in thick and thin but it’s always there and just beyond comprehension, in the swirls of churning mist, are shapes and sounds. They never attack outright but there is a constant feeling that they could. No one likes to be out lately. The city has been more quiet than usual.

The dreams from, last Saturday are a memory but a memory that sticks.

For those of you that remember your dreams, you feel a pull of something that won’t let go… All week it’s been gnawing at you, poking at you, niggling in your brain pan and SQUEEZING. Every night since that violent dream you dream of the same place that your objects were located. Every night. Without fail, you dream about the location. You dream of puzzles. You dream of death.

(If your character chooses to go to the scene they dream of, let the mods know. More information will be sent)

For the rest, those that forgot their dream, there is a terrible feeling of loss that nags at you, as if you have forgotten something really important. Also, you don’t dream at all. You can’t even imagine what dreaming is like anymore. There is nothing but blackness. When you sleep nothing can stir you and you become tired at the strangest times...

( Out and About in London for the week of April 3 to April 9 )

The chill of winter has not abated and it will hang onto March with its sharp talons this week. Bitter winds blow a sallow cloud of fog each evening starting the night of Friday March 20th. Thick as a soup, the lamp lights hardly do much good through sundown to sunup. When the light of morning comes, the sun seems to startle the thick fog and it dissipates until evening visits again.

A fog?… No doubt you think, How is this a curious thing for London?!? but you see, this fog is only a concealment for the horrors and wonders within it. Not that it reveals too much yet. It is dangerous because no one can see. Crime will flourish. People will be trampled.

While you walk through the moist air, you might have a feeling of dread come over you. Something waits in the murkiness - you are sure. Ladies will hold onto their gents arms tighter. Those alone will wish they weren't. If only in the thralls of your heart-beating fear you take the time to look, and some of you will look, no doubt will find wonders and horrors hidden within. It’s Luck of the draw what you may find.

If yours are the type to peep at the mysteries that this mist might hold, comment with their names here . You never know what they might find. But be warned - it might not be what they’re hoping for.

Headlines and Bits of interest for the week

Friday,March 20 -The Majestic Saigner: Theater of Frights opens its first show: Noir Sang

Saturday,March 21-Last nights Pea Souper was particularly troublesome in Brompton when two carriages collided. One horse was shot. One driver was crushed. The rest were brought to the hospital.

Sunday,Friday,March 22-Shocking murder in Surrey Square over a barrel of fish.

Monday,Friday,March 23-Gilbert and Sullivan: " Ruddigore," opens at Covent Garden. Perhaps you have tickets or if you are close enough you can hear some of the music.

Tuesday,March 24-

Wednesday,March 25-About the Elephant Man

Thursday,March 27-The Black Fog continues to permeate the evenings. Be wary and listen for approaching carriages. There have been misfortune and woe this past week, as the fog advances each evening and drivers are dazed by the muddle of the haze.


OOC: Original article about elephant man appeared in December 1886

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