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Missrecalled TDM 1
You aren't sure how you landed here, or even where here is. But here you are. Some new place. Or maybe... maybe it is familiar. Maybe not. So... where are you?
AURADON
Welcome to Auradon! You have woken up in the perfectly manicured grass before a large castle. You're not the only one! if you follow the path to the Castle you'll discover it is the dorm for a large school attached at the back. Everything is amazing and elegant. There is a wing of rooms that are meant for girls, which are generally full of pink and white and sparkles and lace and frills. Very few of the doors are locked, but a lot of them are filled with personal belongings, like these were someone's rooms.
The rooms meant for boys are much the same, though they are more blue and green and flannel. But again, most of the doors are unlocked, even though the rooms look lived in.
On both sides, the rooms each have two beds, and two of everything.
The grounds themselves are well kept and neat with flowers and bushes and lots of places for sitting on the grass to enjoy the sun or share a picnic.
What is missing - in the dorms, on the grounds, in the perfectly clean classrooms are... people. The only people around are those who seem like you, newly arrived and confused.
And then, rushing right at you, are animals. Birds and rabbits and stray cats and dogs!
The Isle
You are in a graveyard. an old poorly cared for graveyard littered with trash. Old crushed cups and molded fruit cores. The whole place had an air of neglects with weeds springing up around what at first seemed to be tomb stones...
But a closer look might make one question them. For these were not tomb stones at all. There were no graves and what was carved into them wasn't names of the dearly departed, but rather sayings exulting evil. Celebrating it. These my dears, were doom stones.
But if the graveyard wasn't a graveyard, then what was the mausoleum that lorded over it all? Going inside would reveal it to be one of the most depressing suffocating horror houses of all - a high school. A poorly kept high school with drafty classrooms, a basement that stunk of mold and chemicals, and trash and graffiti everywhere. Many lockers are dented from the inside out, like something had been trying to escape. But it was eerily quiet now.
Some doors are locked. Most are not. But everything is just in a state of disrepair. One door has a giant spider guarding it, but everything else seems... deserted. Like this school had been abandoned long ago. With even the lights flickering, the whole thing feels almost haunted.
But if you try to use any magic or powers to light the way you might just find the scariest thing of all...
NO MAGIC WORKS HERE!
Welcome to the Isle of the Lost, explore if you dare....
And welcome to MissRecalled! A Descendants based panfandom jamjar game! TDM cannot be used as game canon, but we hope you enjoy the TDM all the same. Please feel free to check out our rules and FAQ pages, and drop us an app!
Welcome to Auradon! You have woken up in the perfectly manicured grass before a large castle. You're not the only one! if you follow the path to the Castle you'll discover it is the dorm for a large school attached at the back. Everything is amazing and elegant. There is a wing of rooms that are meant for girls, which are generally full of pink and white and sparkles and lace and frills. Very few of the doors are locked, but a lot of them are filled with personal belongings, like these were someone's rooms.
The rooms meant for boys are much the same, though they are more blue and green and flannel. But again, most of the doors are unlocked, even though the rooms look lived in.
On both sides, the rooms each have two beds, and two of everything.
The grounds themselves are well kept and neat with flowers and bushes and lots of places for sitting on the grass to enjoy the sun or share a picnic.
What is missing - in the dorms, on the grounds, in the perfectly clean classrooms are... people. The only people around are those who seem like you, newly arrived and confused.
And then, rushing right at you, are animals. Birds and rabbits and stray cats and dogs!
You are in a graveyard. an old poorly cared for graveyard littered with trash. Old crushed cups and molded fruit cores. The whole place had an air of neglects with weeds springing up around what at first seemed to be tomb stones...
But a closer look might make one question them. For these were not tomb stones at all. There were no graves and what was carved into them wasn't names of the dearly departed, but rather sayings exulting evil. Celebrating it. These my dears, were doom stones.
But if the graveyard wasn't a graveyard, then what was the mausoleum that lorded over it all? Going inside would reveal it to be one of the most depressing suffocating horror houses of all - a high school. A poorly kept high school with drafty classrooms, a basement that stunk of mold and chemicals, and trash and graffiti everywhere. Many lockers are dented from the inside out, like something had been trying to escape. But it was eerily quiet now.
Some doors are locked. Most are not. But everything is just in a state of disrepair. One door has a giant spider guarding it, but everything else seems... deserted. Like this school had been abandoned long ago. With even the lights flickering, the whole thing feels almost haunted.
But if you try to use any magic or powers to light the way you might just find the scariest thing of all...
NO MAGIC WORKS HERE!
Welcome to the Isle of the Lost, explore if you dare....
And welcome to MissRecalled! A Descendants based panfandom jamjar game! TDM cannot be used as game canon, but we hope you enjoy the TDM all the same. Please feel free to check out our rules and FAQ pages, and drop us an app!
Elianne/Kaylin Neya - Chronicles of Elantra (Spoilers for Cast in Conflict 2021 potentially)
Re: Elianne/Kaylin Neya - Chronicles of Elantra (Spoilers for Cast in Conflict 2021 potentially)
If she had known there was some sort of choice, if she had known the criteria for the choosing, she would have known she belonged here. In the trash. She'd say it felt like home but she hadn't had anything that felt like a home in almost a year. Or maybe more than a year. She had lost all track of time. That happened when you worked for Barren. You lost track of anything other than not getting him angry with you again. She had stopped asking why he wanted people killed. She killed who she was told to kill.
Paul Mores had taught her that lesson, hadn't he? He judgment didn't matter. Morse was right. Her heart didn't matter. She couldn't be a weakling. She had to just do as she was told.
And what she had been told was to cross the dratted bridge, climb the dratted tower and murder the dratted harpy of a man who lorded over the city, over the part where people were actually safe and happy and wanted. A place where law mattered, where people had clothes that fit and enough to eat.
How much of her life had been spent dreaming of crossing the dratted bridge? How many days had she spent begging on the banks of the river wishing she could leave the fiefs? So sure that she'd go there and suddenly be beautiful and loved and well fed and wanted.
And now that she had crossed the dratted bridge? She expected people to realize that she didn't belong. To point and stare. To kill her.
But what really happened was nothing. People were people on either dratted side. They didn't care about her so long as she wasn't in the way. So she made her preparations. She spent a few days on the Elantra side of the bridge, in a room that had an actual door. But she hadn't been able to enjoy it. She had a job to do. She had to kill the Hawklord.
She made her preparations, she learned to hide in plain sight, and then she made the climb. She climbed his dratted tower, slipped inside and woke up.... Here.
She should have realized. A girl from the fiefs never got to leave them. Not in any way that left enough of the girl after to be worth saving. At least she'd never been too pretty, so she never faced that fate. But she still knew how to be careful to avoid it all the same.
Severn had taught her tha....
She doubled over in the graveyard, retching. She hadn't thought of him in over a month. But now that she had she couldn't keep down the meager contents of her shriveled stomach. She wretched for several minutes then shoved herself away from the mess. Never fall into it. That;s how you got sicker.
She pulled herself up on a Doom Stone, shaky. She had lost her climbing gear. She was dressed in all black, including cloth over all of her face but her eyes. Her dagger was gone.
Where was she? She looked around. Took in the trash, the weeds struggling to grow, the desolation of the place. Okay, so she was back in the fiefs. But which fief?
She looked up at the sky, at how dark it was getting. Storm dark or night dark? She wasn't sure. But either way getting inside somewhere was a hope of a lot more important than figuring out which fief this was.
There was only one building she saw. It looked large enough to hold a lot of squatters, she should be able to find a space. And if she couldn't.... well... she wasn't twelve anymore. Morse had taught her how to make someone give her theirs if she needed it. She didn't have her dagger. Didn't matter. Couldn't matter.
She rushed in to the mausoleum, pulling on her long sleeves to make sure they stayed down as she ran. Her eyes were alert for movement, her ears straining for the sound of hunting ferals.