Please, do come in. And I shouldn't worry too much about treading on the carpet; it's already steeped in sand, litter and entrails as it is.
L.T.B.L, if you had not already guessed, is a horror-fantasy board revolving around the fragile co-existence between several widely varying umbrella races known as Humans, Seers, Shifters and Siren. Some are part of larger factions or families, others prefer going it alone. But for the purposes of the board, all our murderous and mysterious denizens call Bournemouth - the sea-side town of tourists, entertainment and art - their home. For the time being at least.
The Endless Ones said:
"Let There Be Life"
And, apparently, never stopped to think everyone might need a closer eye kept on them.
Mad! Party
Celebrating the launch of a new tv show. Party in the park with an Alice in Wonderland theme.Weather Warning.
Thanks to one sincerely pissed off Siren an on-shore bank is about to be flooded out. Death, wonder and investigation ensues..
CREDITS
Layout, Coding, Graphics and Settings © Lexxibeth.
Canons, Grouping Titles and Subplots © Lexxi && Mae.
Video Awesomeness © BillieKIDD.
LaLa and Alex's kick ass selves © Their Respective Selves.
Untold greatness of this forum and it's stories © Various members.
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. T H R E A D S . O F . F A T E .
L.T.B.L is a new kind of project, or at least, at the time it was created we had yet to come across something similar. The idea is to create a setting, an anchored basis for players and their characters and then to develop new plots around that. Ambitious, to a certain degree, but there's definitely plenty of room for suggestions and input from the members to ensure everyone gets to remain involved.
We're starting out with a somewhat convoluted plot at the moment, lots of layers and every single group can get involved.
We're Going Through Changes.
Uneasy peace has always been maintained, one way or another, the Sentinels being very much aware of what it might mean to try and co-exist openly among Man. In Bournemouth - as in many other places - this peace was upheld by the most notable of the local figureheads; the general consensus between those with a 'flock' to look after being that it was in their own best interests to remain discreet.
Seers kept up a facade of not knowing everyone's business, shifters and sirens put their instinctual differences aside (mostly) and everyone steered clear of disrupting the lives of mortals to a great degree. This self same story was told the whole world over for centuries but, as exhaustive a practice as it is, the clock was always counting down to the moment when something would give. In Bournemouth, it wasn't just one thing, but everything.
A chain reaction started on the day one of the biggest foundations fell; Ann, the Mediterranean Queen of the Court of Pearls, was assassinated. Her successor, and murderer, Summer, has done nothing but bring problems in the wake of her reign. Under her watch began stories of strange medical cases, where in people having undertaken blood transfusions have found that a peculiarly quick recovery time is the least of their worries. And at around the same time as these stories started to pop up in the news, the Wornswords Clan - a local community of Shifters - had their own Alpha pair taken from them... a drowning, dab smack in the middle of town, rang clearly with Siren involvement.
However, even Summer, with her blatant disregard for the old unspoken treaties and the promise to remain in the shadows, cannot be held solely responsible for the increasing awareness among humans.
Seers, the wandering race, more often than not travel alone and have no one to inform them of how they ought not to open their naive mouths so readily. Speaking up in gradually louder, acknowledged ways about their own powers and the dreams they have of beasts who wear the skins of men and mermaids with a mind for murder. It all amounts to a deadly trail of breadcrumbs with Bournemouth on one end and interested parties at the other... who come bearing arms.
Sentinel hunters have arrived in town, riding the headlines about children born with scales, people drying up the moment they leave water, babies born with gills and, while their motives are in varying shades of gray, their methods are definitely dark indeed. To those in the know, which the hunters are, the only culprit is an Elemental and the highest concentrate of events is, conveniently, on the South Coast.
With the Wornswords and the Court at one another's throats, it might be time that a new alliance be unexpectedly forged; between Plato's Horde and Andromeda's Order. Those two collections are known for everything except physical involvement - keenly minded, pacifistic and logical, for them to be the only ones on hand to try and untangle the knot of worries corded around Bournemouth is just the cherry on top of the troubling state of affairs.
"Let there be life," said someone, who knows how long ago, but did they ever stop to think they might need a closer eye keeping on them all?
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