Tulpamancing Roleplay: An exercise in visualization.

[Jax]

((I want to post... But I feel like I should let the others go first. After all, Miah is in a freaking tree right now. Possessed or not, warg's ain't got shit. Also, Miah may have vocally imposed herself today. So pumped.))

[Phi]

A man sat at a table, located on a small island in the sky. A location that may or may not be logical for the setting the story takes place in, but by being so illogical it simply makes the man sitting at the table sick, which allowed the island to be a logical occurrence in the world.

He sipped on his hot tea, and begins speaking to himself in a monotonous voice. "Writing is an art." He said that to the tee, despite it being short and easy to recite anyway. But no matter how illogical it was, being on the island made it logical, and thus the man more sick.

He deliberately spills the remainder of his tea down to the world below, and bellowed, "This world will be moved to Tulpa Art."

Nobody in the world back then notices anything different. The constant, illogical shifts between past and present tense caused nobody to recognize the events that transpire in that post back then. That doesn't make any sense? Thus the man's fever goes up.

[Wrath]

I personally wouldn't call it art or writing as it is a game. But whatever bro, I'm happy as long as the game isn't affected.

[Phi]

I considered putting it in Off-topic, but as a roleplaying game you are writing your own story, so it ended up in Tulpa Art. Enjoy your game.

[cruse]

Since pruria should fly faster, she should decide whether we reached the town in time or not.

[G+3]

Pruria is with Miah though, she's no idea what happening to us (to be in the spirit of it.) Though she wont stop repeating [Yes you are, you are,] And prodding my arm so if you want to take that as a yes, then yes.

[cruse]

Ok then, there'll be no combat for a while.

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Chloe decided that it'll be faster to carry G while flying towards Abani town. Whether G likes it or not, he is now traveling at constant altitude of 4 metre above ground and at 100Km/hour.

 

Chloe reached the town through the south gate just in time before the gate close and seal the town of Abani from the horde of warg following behind. The two were greeted, or rather inspected thoroughly by the guard.

 

"Are you a necromancer? You just flew in with some sort demonic wings!"

 

"Uhh no, I'm more of a 'shadowmancer' I can't raise the dead.", replied Chloe.

 

"A'ight, we'll just cap yo ass if you start any zombie apocalypse. Go on in. Curfew in half an hour." Said another guard.

 

Chloe took three steps and realized that the town have changed, night guards are everywhere holding a bolt-action rifle with a silver bayonet attached. The monster in Epends forest also acts strangely. Normally this town is often ignored by monster. The town itself also changed, walkways are narrower and more branched to allow the guard fight large number of wargs and giant bats without getting surrounded in case the monster broke in.

 

The town she used to be familiar with is now unfamiliar to her. Not knowing where to go, she asked the guard.

 

"Do you know where an alchemist called Vixen Drake is?"

 

"You mean, Professor Drake? It's right at the far east of this town."

 

"Thanks... Wait professor?!?"

 

Chloe didn't listen to the guard's reply though, she just ran towards the east right away dragging G with her.

 

The town used to be lively at night, but now it's all quiet. Everyone locked themselves in their home in fear of monster invasion. Only the stupid and the guard remains outside at night, though Chloe could be an exception.

 

They reached Drake's house. Chloe rang the bell and a women in labcoat appeared to greet them.

 

"Good evening, you can stay here for tonight if... CHLOE?!?"

 

"AUNTIE VIXEN!!!", Chloe yelled as she glomped the women in labcoat. The guard nearby then told Chloe to shut up.

 

"I'm not your aunt! Vixen is fine!"

 

The women who Chloe addressed as "aunt" then looks at G and said.

 

"Let's introduce ourselves inside shall we?".

 

Vixen leads the two into her house. There are many antique and glassware inside her house. She sat on a mat and said to G;

 

"Have a seat. My name is Vixen Silver Drake, I'm an alchemist. You?"

[G+3]

So, this sin't your tulpa Vixen but a professor of the same name? Can I talk for her if it's the latter? I'll avoid doing so for the moment just incase I read that wrong...

 

 

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In the very quick stream of events, G had lost his baring slightly; the lightning fast boarding of 'Chloe Air' had the biggest effect on his psyche. The room around him was fuzzy and altogether indistinguishable, he tried not to think about the lights and bubbling noise in the background.

 

All he had heard of conversation was a scream from his pilot, words by another woman, and—with his clearing hearing—something along the lines of ''My name is Vixen Silver Drake, I'm an alchemist. You?"

 

Acting on instinct, G returned what he had heard, ''I'm G, no second name, I'm a Medical doctor, and student of medical magic.'' Lisping his 'S'es.

 

''I'm sorry, where are we?'' He continued, once his vision had unlutulented. Before him was a house very well decorated in ornaments and antique wares, Chloe and a woman—dressed in a crisp white lab coat—sitting on a mat.

 

((Sorry for the long reply, Mondays and Tuesdays are very long days for me.))

[Jax]

As Miah skidded to a stop on at the forest's end, her boots chipped away flecks of bark from the tree's branches. Finding a comfortable position, she watched as the the girl and the man raced towards the town. In between the woods and the village was a large clearing laden with stumps. The villagers seemed to have wanted the forest as far away as possible. Interesting.

 

As the two neared the town, a guard posted upon a wall made some comment to them. Miah squinted. She couldn't make out the man's words, but his body language implied he was anxious, perhaps even afraid. 'Of what?' the ranger wondered. We're there bandits in the area? No, the heavy fortifications were over-kill for that kind of threat. Besides, any determined robber could easily find a way over the barricades. Some type of invasion, perhaps? For what purpose? The town held little to no value.

 

The huntress shifted on the branch as she pondered this riddle, allowing one leg to drop of the branch and hang free while the other ran the branch's length. She leaned back against the trunk of the oak for support. Another thing that puzzled her was the town's magnificent light display. How did the people sleep? Where did they get the fuel from? How could they justify using that many resources to keep the place lit.

 

'Dragons breath!' Miah mumbled to herself, "Imagine the moths! There must be thousands of the bastards!"

 

After a moment, the relative calm was broken as a howl rose above the cool, night air. Then another. And then yet another. Soon it sounded as if the whole forest was howling somewhere below.

 

A ferociously large pack of wargs burst from the tree line, on the trail of the shadow girl and the medicine man. The beasts chose their timing poorly, however, and Miah could clearly tell the two would make it safely inside before the pack was upon them. Therefore, she took no action. The pack did pique her interest, however.

 

To her recollection, wargs never traveled in packs that large. The maximum she had witnessed was around twenty. Any larger was impractical. So why was this pack so numerous? Leaning forward on the branch a bit, Miah squinted, hoping to get a better look at the beasts when they stepped into the town's light. To her dismay, they stopped just short. Odd.

 

The pack let out a flurry of snarls, growls and yelps, obviously angered their prey had escaped. After a few seconds they turned back towards the forest, dejected and no doubt hungry. But why stop at the light? A pack that had been forced to consolidate into numbers that large must have been desperate for food. Why had they not even attempted to catch their prey? Had they learned to fear the town's guard and their steel? Perhaps, Miah was still unconvinced.

 

The woman had learned to put great trust in her instincts over the years, and at that moment they were screaming that something smelled rotten. Still, what could she do? She would keep watch on the pack through the night, if only to sate her curiousity, but her job was done for now. She had only to sit, wait, watch, and perhaps sleep if the Pegasus felt up to the task of keeping watch. The watch probably was not necessary, unless the warg's had learned to climb trees. The oak was old, and its roots looked deep and strong. It would hold against any damage the animals below could do. Still, Miah neede to know if the winged horse could be trusted with watch duty in the future, should the ranger stay with them.

 

Sighing, Miah threw her hood over her head and stared st the night sky. The townspeople had robbed themselves of the stars with their bright display, but the Moon would not be so easily dismissed. She was full tonight and appeared impossibly large. Miah had always felt a kinship with the Old Girl, and she was happy to see She would be keeping her in good company tonight.

 

For a moment, Miah closed her eyes and just appriciated it. Everything. The cool wind on her face, blowing a few stray strands of hair astray. She felt the autumn leaves sway, every so often saying goodbye to their homes and venturing to the ground below. She listened as the trees creaked and groaned, speaking in a language of their own, a language as old as the Earth herself. Somewhere in the distance, an owl peached itself in its nest and hooted, calm and restful. She was at peace, one with Nature. Harmony. Zen.

 

In that moment, she was truly awake.

[Wrath]

Meanwhile:

A pair of night-guard, one an actual night-guard unicorn who had immigrated from the far away lands of equestria, the other a human in his early twenties both stood on-top of the wooden walkway. The man yawed and gazed out into the woods "Reckon they're gone for the night?".

The older pony looked up, he was dressed in leather and cloth. A sight not usually seen in his homeland due to equine ethics, he sighed "Don't be silly boy, they're always out there. Damn beasts are just waiting for the chance to strike"

The younger man stared back into the forest, he couldn't see anything due to the pitch blackness, the light of the town was obscuring his sight, he yawned again and cupped his hands together in an attempt to block out some of the brightness. Squinting as his eye's adjusted, he could see the shadows shifting behind the tree line, and if he concentrated hard enough he could just make out flashes of red, the glow from the beasts eyes. "Oh yea, I see them. Fuckers look restless".

 

The older pony shrugged "hm..." he looked turned his gaze to the sky thoughtfully, the night was pitch black and devoid of stars due to the brightness of the lights. Being naturally nocturnal he sorely missed the majesty of the nights sky (this is AU, Celestia and Luna do not control the celestial bodies, and this is not set in the MLP universe). "Let us hope the power doesn't cut out again"

The young man grimaced "Don't fuckin remind me, I got at least 10 new scars from the bloody experience. I'm just glad they're aren't any fuckin wraiths floatin 'bout, not to mention those fukin vampires" (demonic, half-men, half-bat creatures that prowl the night in solitary, but have recently been amassing together due to this malevolent entity).

 

"Yes well, let us hope the grid holds for tonight".

^something along these lines. Also those characters were just NPC's.