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misrecalled_tdmsYou 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!
Darkstalker | Wings of Fire
Date: 2 Nov 2022 21:04 (UTC)"Well.. isn't this.. cheery," A midnight-black dragon commented to himself as he sat among all the doom-stones trying to figure out just what it was that had happened to him. This place looked even more dilapidated than the abandoned Night Kingdom and was twice as odiferous since it wasn't as if the Night Wings had used their own residences as trash heaps. It was all that Rain Wing's fault, wasn't it? Though from the description of what she had allegedly written on a scrap of his animus-touched scroll this wasn't at all what should have happened.
That's the problem when dealing with amateurs. There must have been something wrong in her phrasing, or something written on the back that she hadn't accounted for, but who would have wanted to come here? Wherever here was.
While Darkstalker was relieved to still be himself, he could already sense the absence of some aspects of his character that were quite troubling. To test it, he lifted up the least offensive looking object from the pile in his talons and attempted to do something with it. It was just a pebble, but it would be enough. "I enchant this pebble to fly out and strike the nearest living creature that isn't me." When the rock didn't immediately take flight he knew there was no sense in waiting any longer. Not only were his Animus powers currently sealed, but he also didn't seem to be able to seek out other minds with his telepathic ones either. For a dragon that's been able to do that for as long as he's been alive to suddenly be cut off, it was more devastating than he was trying to let on. It was like being sealed within that mountain again, trapped with no one for companionship but a solitary mouse... until he'd needed something to eat of course.
Maybe the spell had partially worked. Giving his wings an angered flap, he sent garbage flying out in all directions. The lighter scales on the underside of his wings shimmered when they caught the light like a blanket of stars. Clearly, a magnificent being like him, just didn't belong here.
Re: Darkstalker | Wings of Fire
Date: 3 Nov 2022 13:44 (UTC)But now? He was just another of the Misery Called. The displaced. Which meant he was now Doctor Facilier's problem. And he might have, at one time kissed up... or more realistically pretended to kiss up to trick the dragon into the deal of a lifetime. But now he was attempting to - ugh - be good. For his daughter’s sake. He wanted to be in Auradon when they returned. And that meant proving himself good. The things he did for those girls...
But, hey, what could con those goodie two shoes into thinking he was reformed like reforming a dragon? Sure, it would be a horrible blow to the forces of evil, but it would catapult him right into the lap of luxury.
So he would try to pretend to care. Because he did care. Just not about this Isle or that dragon. But about what that dragon could mean for his future.
So he stepped outside, hand on his hat to keep it from being blown away. "You trying to clean this mess or redecorate, friend?" he called up to the creature.
Re: Darkstalker | Wings of Fire
Date: 11 Nov 2022 02:56 (UTC)After all, with this much trash, there like had to be some pizza in it somewhere!
Right? That was right, right?
Except there was a loud, sharp slap off just ahead like, something really big--bigger even than a trampoline, like the pirate sails from their old show--giving a great, heaving flap.
And sending an entire bag of something old and difficult and slimy directly into her face.
"Wh--th'gawk?" Not quite shrieking, hopping a little in search of whatever had--
Big. Big.
"You, are, not, a--" slowly, about to say a little birdie and pausing to take in the sheer, impact of the sight.
She wasn't sure what a dragon actually was, but there were plenty of them in her reference library of album art.
"You are pretty metal, friend!" she said, instead. "Oooh! Have you, like, seen any pepperoni in there?"
He'd done a pretty great job of redistributing the pile.