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You are dead.

 

Only you know how you died but unlike all the stories and theories there is no glass elevator to take you to the afterlife, there is no staircase which you climb or golden gates guarded by angels. Instead there is a tower, a tower so tall the top takes you to heaven itself.. Or so they say. The tower is ever changing, countless souls try to climbs it's many floors and lose themselves within it's walls or die to it's cruel traps. If you want to have the peaceful rest you were promised by the living you must fight your way to the top, only there will you truly know what lies beyond.

 

One soul has made it before, tales of him echo throughout the tower through every single room going from person to person.. His name is lost to the many stories and rumours, only that he was a knight of King Arthur and his round table is for certain; he is the source of hope for many souls who wish to escape the limbo of the tower.

 

You start at the bottom as every soul does, in possession of only what you were buried with after you died. The ground floor of the tower is huge and decorated in red velvet, a large staircase in the center of the room with many paintings hanging on the dark oakwood walls. Around you are many other souls from all eras of history, some of them determined to continue while other simply give up before they have started, the moans of lost souls already drift to your ears. This is known as the lobby and the only way to go is up, you may choose to have companions if you wish, after all, taking on the tower alone would be certain death.

 

 

--Rules--

-All Pokestadium rules apply, make sure you're familiar with them.

-No Godmodding. If I feel that your character is too powerful or convenient I will give you a warning.

-Swearing is not allowed.

-Romance is allowed although please keep it suitable and make sure it doesn't distract from the main plot of the RP.

-Don't kill another person's character without their permission.

-1 Character each to begin with, you may add more later.

-Put 'Limbo' in your form to tell me that you read the rules.

-One-liners will not be tolerated as they make it exceptionally difficult to continue the role play if there is next to no info to work off of. Each post must be at least 3 lines long.

-Violence and blood is allowed, however don't go too far into it. We don't want it too graphic.

-This RP will work off a 3 strikes and you're out system. If I issue you a warning please listen and try to fix it or you will get another. 3 warnings and I will have no choice but to kick you out (And I don't want to do that!)

 

 

 

 

 

--Form --

Spoiler

 

Username:

Name:

Age died:

Gender:

Personality:

Appearance (Picture or around 4 lines of description):

Cause of death:

Item(s) buried with (Nothing crazy please):

Backstory (When in history did your character live? How did they live their life?):

Theme song (optional):

Other:

 

 

 

--My form--

Spoiler

 

 

Username: Poison

Name: Earline Madeleine

Age died: 24

Gender: Female

 

Personality:

Earline is an energetic party animal who loves nothing more than to dance to her favourite music. Growing up in the 1920s she was a flapper girl, known for her style and casual attitude to life as well as disregard for many rules. Being such a loose cannon means she doesn't care much for authority, coming from a time where she was able to do whatever she wanted she tended to go out to jazz clubs every night with friends.

 

Earline is an outgoing person who is fast to make friends even in the worst situation, perhaps even dying. One of her token phrases being 'If something is weighing you down just drop it and keep dancing.' While she wouldn't wish harm on anyone her careless attitude can cause her to put others in danger as well as herself. At least she has fun while doing it.

 

Appearance: 1acf9b4c26cc3ff8c5e09b7d2810a6e8-d7n70kn

 

Cause of death: Hit by a car while drunk, killed instantly.

 

Item(s) buried with: Her jewellery.

 

Backstory:

Earline was born in 1900 and died on September 12th 1924 after a night out with her friends, she was a ruthless girl who knew nothing past the life of a flapper girl, going out each night and staying out until the following morning, usually waking up in the house of someone she didn't know. It was all an adventure, living life to the fullest was her goal and dancing the Charleston was her passion.

 

Being such a young and brainless girl, Earline had many boyfriends, most of them rich and able to throw money about buying her all the latest clothes allowing her to always be able to follow the trends and indulge herself in her favourite past times. Of course it was bad for her health and she became careless after one night she had a little bit too much to drink, attempting to cross the road alone she stepped out into the street and was hit by a speeding Studebaker motorcar. She was killed before she even hit the ground.

 

Theme song (optional):

 

Other: It's time to spend some time in limbo. This RP is actually based on a dream I had where I was stuck in a tower and had to climb to the top in order to escape. I never got to the top..

 

 

 

--Accepted forms--

Spoiler

 

Username: Spamuhell
Name: William Arathaw
Age died: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: William was a very uptight young man with a particular fondness for both wealth and social status. He is quite harsh on those who he deems unworthy, usually those who were either less wealthy or had a lesser status. William is quite intelligent, having had a good education due to his family’s wealth. William however also wishes to better understand those of lower classes. He created his uptight persona to satisfy his parents, whom he knew would punish him if he attempted to socialise with the lower classes.
William also has an interest in archery, something that is seen as strange, given the alternative options of both firearms and swords.
William enjoys climbing up the walls of houses, given their rocky and uneven texture, which allows him to get footholds on them. He has grown quite talented at this, to the point where he can swiftly climb and run along walls with his bow and quiver at the ready.
Appearance: William has pale skin and has a slim build, he is also quite tall for his era, standing at 5’10”. This height makes him look lanky, as his muscles are not very pronounced. William has ear-length brown hair and blue eyes, a strange variation given that neither of his parents had either of those colours. William has various cuts and marks in the fingers of his right hand from his handling of a bowstring, as well as a red line over his left eye from an accident involving a snapped bowstring. William has a long nose that curves upwards slightly, as if in a permanently snobbish pose. This is most evident when William is angry or pouting, as his nose will curve up even more.
Cause of death: Shot by a town guard who mistook him for a thief while he was climbing up/along a wall, died from blood loss after falling from the wall
Item(s) buried with: His Bow and Arrows, A pouch of assorted gold and gems.
Backstory: William was the son of a Noble Family in late Victorian Britain. Having been born on April 17th, 1885, William was the youngest of 4 children, 3 boys and 1 girl. His siblings often picked on him, so to escape their torture, William taught himself to climb the walls of houses and towers. In his escapades, he became friends with many of the local ‘peasant’ children, as he didn’t like the way his family looked down upon everyone else. By the time he was around 15, William realised that his climbing lead him to high places which would make good vantage points to shoot from. Given that a gun would be loud and give away his position, William decided to take up archery. He found himself quite talented, being able to hit apples off a tree fairly consistently. However, William told himself that he would only ever use his bow for self defense, keeping his archery to more of a hobby or pastime.
On the night following his 27th birthday, William was enjoying the views of the town, as he scrambled around the top of the walls. A town guard, filled with zeal, saw the silhouette of a cloaked individual carrying a bow and, assuming it was a thief or assassin, shot them. The individual in question had been William, who tumbled from the wall. The boy was found the next day, dead in a pool of blood, he had survived the gunshot, only to slowly and painfully pass on during the night.
Theme song: I believe this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CShopT9QUzw quite accurately summarises William. Elegant but erratic.
Other: He’s been in limbo for quite some time. He’s met with a terrible fate, hasn’t he?

 

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Username: AethericDoom

 

Name: John Quinn

 

Age died: 31

 

Gender: Male

 

Personality: Serious and steely. He does anything to help others, including sacrificing himself.

He is thick-headed and most consider it to be impossible to change his mind.

He likes complete authority and people who defy orders that make sense get on his nerves and confine him. He is hard to get used to, but if you do he will become a trusted and loyal friend. He enjoys the strictness of military, and loves weapons such as knives and guns but frowns on tactics such as atomic bombs and similar. He also is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and is a trained third degree black belt in Goju Te style karate.

 

Appearance (Picture or around 4 lines of description): Black hair and dark blue eyes. Tall and muscular at 6' 0". He has angular features, but not so much that he looks sinister, just intimidating. Likes to wear full army uniform. When he doesn't wear that, he dresses formally and cleanly, wearing full length khakis and a polo shirt. His hands are calloused from weapon use and handling rough material, and bears many battle scars, both physically and mentally after seeing many friends killed.

 

Cause of death: Injured from multiple shots from a machine gun. Died from nuclear explosion.

 

Item(s) buried with (Nothing crazy please): Body was never recovered, but he died with a loaded pistol, a knife, and a locket of his wife and daughter. He died in full army uniform.

 

Backstory (When in history did your character live? How did they live their life?): A smart and intellectual child, John achieved Salutatorian of his class and attended West Point even though he was accepted into four Ivy League schools as well as MIT and others. He joined the military and became married and had a child after being off-duty for several years. He then returned to the field but tried to stop a nuclear test that would kill several endangered species, but was unsuccessful and was killed by the blast.

 

Theme song (optional): He doesn't have one in his real life, but I'd like it to be Believer by Imagine Dragons.

 

Other: He died in 1960 and has been waiting for good companions ever since. He dreams of one day meeting his wife and daughter again, and is stuck in emotional limbo.

 

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Username: Gruffin77

Name: Sir Tarn the wall

Age died: 23

Gender: Male

Personality: Tarn could be described in this case as a caring soul who would throw himself into glorious battle knowing he would surly die if he knew he would save at least one life doing so. However Tarn has taken a major issue when died considering he has forgotten everything from his life. He barely even remembers his murderer. Even with this memory loss he feels that he has a need to protect people considering he was buried with a large shield. He is very cautious but protective over anyone, even a complete stranger who he just met and not even knowing their name he would still take a shot for them. His feeling of chivalry could have been what got him killed in the first place and even what might kill him in the tower. 

 

He does have one major fear however that he does not remember how received but knows damn well he is terrified of wolves. He remembers faintly wolves covered in blood of one he swore to protect. Even with his fear he tries to be a compassionate knight and will always try to make a positive spin on even the worse of situation. He especially loves to sit down and enjoy a good feast and toast theough considering he is dead the need to eat and drink till he was ready to burst sort of seams pointless now. Even then he still loves to do it and all the while he will take pride in helping people cheer up and giving them a better time.

Appearance (Picture or around 4 lines of description): 7523e5ae6b5efdc700a47f5f296dcbce.jpg

Cause of death: He was cut down by an unknown assassin, he just remembers that  person was close to him.

Item(s) buried with (Nothing crazy please): A large shield, not big enough to cover his entire body but it its large

Backstory (When in history did your character live? How did they live their life?): Tarn was a brave knight who served a great king in the great medieval time period being one of the valiant knights who would get to the front lines and defend the archers and spear welder. He was incredibly praised for his great skills but one day he was with his young son who wanted to be trained like him in the great power of shield. He took him to the woods one day but suddenly and without warning a pack of wolves attacked them. He tried to save his son but he was unable to protect him from the vicious wolves. From that moment one he swore to defend all with his great shield. However his rise through the ranks caught the attention of warriors opposing him to become weary so a bounty was put on him and he was slain in cold blood by an assassin he barely saw.  (I thought it would be cool the farther he went along he would remember more of his past. Just an idea. )

Theme song (optional): 

 

Other: WHO WANTS TO DO THE LIMBO *Puts on Rasta hat*

 

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Okay I really want to join this but I have a question, are we free to be from really any time period (I imagine that has already happen so no tech that reaches to far.) because if that's the case then I can I be An amnesiac knight?

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Just now, Gruffin77 said:

Okay I really want to join this but I have a question, are we free to be from really any time period (I imagine that has already happen so no tech that reaches to far.) because if that's the case then I can I be An amnesiac knight?

I'll allow any era up to the current one, nothing in the future ^^

 

I will check to be sure that your character is partially accurate too just in case people try to get away with some crazy weapon or something lel

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12 minutes ago, Poison said:

I'll allow any era up to the current one, nothing in the future ^^

 

I will check to be sure that your character is partially accurate too just in case people try to get away with some crazy weapon or something lel

To be honest it was just gonna be a sword... Hell might even be broken so it would end more dagger like than anything. Thanks for telling,me though bro :D

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Username: AethericDoom

 

Name: John Quinn

 

Age died: 31

 

Gender: Male

 

Personality: Serious and steely. He does anything to help others, including sacrificing himself.

He is thick-headed and most consider it to be impossible to change his mind.

He likes complete authority and people who defy orders that make sense get on his nerves and confine him. He is hard to get used to, but if you do he will become a trusted and loyal friend. He enjoys the strictness of military, and loves weapons such as knives and guns but frowns on tactics such as atomic bombs and similar. He also is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and is a trained third degree black belt in Goju Te style karate.

 

Appearance (Picture or around 4 lines of description): Black hair and dark blue eyes. Tall and muscular at 6' 0". He has angular features, but not so much that he looks sinister, just intimidating. Likes to wear full army uniform. When he doesn't wear that, he dresses formally and cleanly, wearing full length khakis and a polo shirt. His hands are calloused from weapon use and handling rough material, and bears many battle scars, both physically and mentally after seeing many friends killed.

(He looks similar to this although I think these are real WWII people, not sure)

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Cause of death: Injured from multiple shots from a machine gun. Died from nuclear explosion.

 

Item(s) buried with (Nothing crazy please): Body was never recovered, but he died with a loaded pistol, a knife, and a locket of his wife and daughter. He died in full army uniform.

 

Backstory (When in history did your character live? How did they live their life?): A smart and intellectual child, John achieved Salutatorian of his class and attended West Point even though he was accepted into four Ivy League schools as well as MIT and others. He joined the military and became married and had a child after being off-duty for several years. He then returned to the field but tried to stop a nuclear test that would kill several endangered species, but was unsuccessful and was killed by the blast.

 

Theme song (optional): He doesn't have one in his real life, but I'd like it to be Believer by Imagine Dragons.

 

Other: He died in 1960 and has been waiting for good companions ever since. He dreams of one day meeting his wife and daughter again, and is stuck in emotional limbo.

 

"It's not as depressing at it sounds" lol, @Poison

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@AethericDoom I'm gonna need some more information in your character's personality as well as appearance if it's to be accepted. You can always use a picture if you'd rather not write more ^^

 

EDIT: I'd also kind of like him not to have so many weapons. If the body was never recovered then technically he wouldn't have been buried with anything. Choose 2 weapons to have and I'll allow it.

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Man it's been ages since I've RP'd

 

Username: Spamuhell
Name: William Arathaw
Age died: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: William was a very uptight young man with a particular fondness for both wealth and social status. He is quite harsh on those who he deems unworthy, usually those who were either less wealthy or had a lesser status. William is quite intelligent, having had a good education due to his family’s wealth. William however also wishes to better understand those of lower classes. He created his uptight persona to satisfy his parents, whom he knew would punish him if he attempted to socialise with the lower classes.
William also has an interest in archery, something that is seen as strange, given the alternative options of both firearms and swords.
William enjoys climbing up the walls of houses, given their rocky and uneven texture, which allows him to get footholds on them. He has grown quite talented at this, to the point where he can swiftly climb and run along walls with his bow and quiver at the ready.
Appearance: William has pale skin and has a slim build, he is also quite tall for his era, standing at 5’10”. This height makes him look lanky, as his muscles are not very pronounced. William has ear-length brown hair and blue eyes, a strange variation given that neither of his parents had either of those colours. William has various cuts and marks in the fingers of his right hand from his handling of a bowstring, as well as a red line over his left eye from an accident involving a snapped bowstring. William has a long nose that curves upwards slightly, as if in a permanently snobbish pose. This is most evident when William is angry or pouting, as his nose will curve up even more.
Cause of death: Shot by a town guard who mistook him for a thief while he was climbing up/along a wall, died from blood loss after falling from the wall
Item(s) buried with: His Bow and Arrows, A pouch of assorted gold and gems.
Backstory: William was the son of a Noble Family in late Victorian Britain. Having been born on April 17th, 1885, William was the youngest of 4 children, 3 boys and 1 girl. His siblings often picked on him, so to escape their torture, William taught himself to climb the walls of houses and towers. In his escapades, he became friends with many of the local ‘peasant’ children, as he didn’t like the way his family looked down upon everyone else. By the time he was around 15, William realised that his climbing lead him to high places which would make good vantage points to shoot from. Given that a gun would be loud and give away his position, William decided to take up archery. He found himself quite talented, being able to hit apples off a tree fairly consistently. However, William told himself that he would only ever use his bow for self defense, keeping his archery to more of a hobby or pastime.
On the night following his 27th birthday, William was enjoying the views of the town, as he scrambled around the top of the walls. A town guard, filled with zeal, saw the silhouette of a cloaked individual carrying a bow and, assuming it was a thief or assassin, shot them. The individual in question had been William, who tumbled from the wall. The boy was found the next day, dead in a pool of blood, he had survived the gunshot, only to slowly and painfully pass on during the night.
Theme song: I believe this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CShopT9QUzw quite accurately summarises William. Elegant but erratic.
Other: He’s been in limbo for quite some time. He’s met with a terrible fate, hasn’t he?
 

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@AethericDoom Accepted~ thanks for the edit, just to let you know that your character will only have that clip of ammo in his pistol, 5 shots or so. I'll be keeping tabs on it ;)

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I'm not expecting too many people to join so I'll start after one more person joins, other can join after if they want ;3

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Username: Gruffin77

Name: Sir Tarn the wall

Age died: 23

Gender: Male

Personality: Tarn could be described in this case as a caring soul who would throw himself into glorious battle knowing he would surly die if he knew he would save at least one life doing so. However Tarn has taken a major issue when died considering he has forgotten everything from his life. He barely even remembers his murderer. Even with this memory loss he feels that he has a need to protect people considering he was buried with a large shield. He is very cautious but protective over anyone, even a complete stranger who he just met and not even knowing their name he would still take a shot for them. His feeling of chivalry could have been what got him killed in the first place and even what might kill him in the tower. 

 

He does have one major fear however that he does not remember how received but knows damn well he is terrified of wolves. He remembers faintly wolves covered in blood of one he swore to protect. Even with his fear he tries to be a compassionate knight and will always try to make a positive spin on even the worse of situation. He especially loves to sit down and enjoy a good feast and toast theough considering he is dead the need to eat and drink till he was ready to burst sort of seams pointless now. Even then he still loves to do it and all the while he will take pride in helping people cheer up and giving them a better time.

Appearance (Picture or around 4 lines of description): 7523e5ae6b5efdc700a47f5f296dcbce.jpg

Cause of death: He was cut down by an unknown assassin, he just remembers that  person was close to him.

Item(s) buried with (Nothing crazy please): A large shield, not big enough to cover his entire body but it its large

Backstory (When in history did your character live? How did they live their life?): Tarn was a brave knight who served a great king in the great medieval time period being one of the valiant knights who would get to the front lines and defend the archers and spear welder. He was incredibly praised for his great skills but one day he was with his young son who wanted to be trained like him in the great power of shield. He took him to the woods one day but suddenly and without warning a pack of wolves attacked them. He tried to save his son but he was unable to protect him from the vicious wolves. From that moment one he swore to defend all with his great shield. However his rise through the ranks caught the attention of warriors opposing him to become weary so a bounty was put on him and he was slain in cold blood by an assassin he barely saw.  (I thought it would be cool the farther he went along he would remember more of his past. Just an idea. )

Theme song (optional): 

 

Other: WHO WANTS TO DO THE LIMBO *Puts on Rasta hat*

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((Alrighty; it's morning, I'm groggy af let's start this))

 

The lobby was large, larger than anyone had ever expected. It's walls were made with an expensive looking oak wood, varnished in a dark brown colour it had a glossy feel to it, giving Earline the distinct yet odd need to touch it with her fingers. The carpet below her feet was a deep red and had a soft sensation under her heels making it slightly difficult to walk on, it stretched from the 'entrance' of the room all the way up the center and up the large flight of stairs which lay ahead. "Oh dear... This sure ain't what I was expectin'.." she mumbled to herself, fingers teasing the pearl necklace which hung around her neck.

 

Other souls surrounded her, some of them distorted to time and utter despair while others appeared to be normal people.. Some of them were in weird clothing Earline didn't recognise. While she waited within the crowd a voice called out from atop the stairs.. It was a man dressed in a full suit, his hands covered with black gloves and his face was covered with an eerie golden mask with no recognisable features on it's surface.

"If I can have your attention please." he called out, awaiting the crowds silence before continuing. "If you have just arrived here, I would like to begin while welcoming you to the Tower. You are dead."

 

The crowd burst into murmurs and whispers, some of them surprised and afraid while others just watched as if they already knew.. Earline was one of them, she saw that car heading towards her.. She knew she was dead.

 

((We all start in the lobby. Take it easy until everybody has made an introduction <3))

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The noise of the battle raged around John Quinn. He held his rifle to his eye and caught his target in the scope. He was about to pull the trigger -

A hand touched his back. He turned. His wife.

No, not his wife. A woman that seemed in her early twenties, wearing fashion from the '20s, and short hair. He didn't recognize her, but sensed her importance. But something made him turn just before the bullet hit his chest ---

 

"If I can have your attention please." John woke up from the dream, which was inaccurate, as he died from a nuclear blast, and saw the man.

Oh yeah. I'm dead. And there's that Grim Reaper dude...

 

"If you have just arrived here, I would like to begin while welcoming you to the Tower. You are dead."

 

Knew that.

 

"It is the year of twenty-seventeen, and some of you no matter which time period you are from may have just gotten here now. We have men from the year 1200 awake just now, even when some from 2001 have already come.

 

Yeah. I've seen people from B.C. wake up twenty years after I did. I'm so done waiting... I need to get up that tower.

 

Then he saw the woman exactly from his dream. He made his way through the crowd of souls and walked in her direction as the man with the mask described the Tower.

 

"...And only one man has made it to the top. Will you? You must find out for yourself... But journeying alone is certain death," the man said in his perfect speech. He had no discernible accent, but John was more focused on finding the woman from his dream.

 

Where had she gone?

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((Hey, that character was mine to use, I'll let you know if there are any other characters you can RP as. I have a guideline for the RP so don't go making up what year it is lol))

 

((I'll allow what you said to stay for now, but from now on remember that the characters I create are mine to control, not everyone's))

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Tarn was actually less scared by the mysterious being who gave them the mysterious little speech. He however was less scared because he could not remember a single thing about what happened. He was dead, he knows someone killed him but that was it. He did not even know his own name, he was rather confused. He looked up at the mysterious man and looked at all the other people in different articles of cloth and tried figure this out for himself. 

 

Out of pure temptation he approached the maiden who appeared quite stressed by all of this. "Excuse me dear lady." He spoke slightly muffled by his own helmet. "But would you be so kind to answer me this... Do you happen to know who I am. I fine maiden such as yourself must know everyone from their kingdom." he said before kneeling down to one knee with an arm close to his chest.

(CHIVALRY!)

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Earline turned to the Knight who had approached her, her eyes wide as she took in his appearance, "Kingdom? Maiden? Darlin' I don't have a single blue clue what you're talkin' about." she smiled weakly, adjusting the hat on her head, "Are you sayin' you don't remember who you are? Because that ain't jazz at all.." Earline's voice was as elevated as ever, thinking for a moment as she looked him up and down, "Sorry I can't help more, Darlin'. I wouldn't mind stickin' with you though, I'm not really cut out for climbing stairs in these heels."

 

For a moment it was quiet, it seemed as though the man atop the stairs had left the remaining souls to decide for themselves what to do. Around Earline and the others a few stronger looking souls stepped forwards, some of them beginning to climb the long staircase ahead of them. Earline felt a little out of place surrounded by knights and other warriors from history, she didn't exactly excel at her studies so some of them were a complete mystery to her. Eventually Earline turned back to Tarn and placed her hands on her hips. "You remember your name, Darlin'? Mine's Earline."

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"Yeah, and mine's John. You were in my dream, Earline."

 

The knight and Earline stared.

 

"Sorry, was that abrupt? I'm John Quinn. It seems that we are dead."

 

The soldier kept distressing over his lost memory, and seemed to be genuinely confused as the lost souls around them cried and screamed.

 

"How bout this: Since I'd like to get to heaven, we try and band together to get up this tower, and maybe you'll remember something. But we need some others... And it sounds like you two need convincing."

 

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!" A man came running through the crowd. "AAAHHHHHH!!! TRAPSTRAPSTRAPS!!!!" 

 

John sighed. "There goes any hope of convincing you."

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The once heroic knight stopped for a second and thought... "I do not know exactly what my title madam... I faintly remember..." He thought as hard as he could giving his helmet a couple of times and suddenly gasped in excitement, but then lost it tragically. "Well my lady my name shall remain unknown to me for now. But if you do require my services I shall swear my loyalty to you." He bowed to her once again and raised back up. "Ho brave souls begin their march eh. So do the cowards make their flee from danger!" Tarn raised his shield in a heroic stance. "I SHALL CONQUER THIS DUNGEON OR MY NAME ISN'T..." He stopped once again trying to remember his name.

 

He turned back to Earline. "Lady Earline, till I find my own title, I beseech to give me a title for the time being... And I shall wear it with pride!" 

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Earline's eyes widened as she was approached by yet another man, this one was in some kind of army uniform? "First I'm a 'maiden' and now I'm in a man's dreams? This is more romance than I thought I would get after bein' dead. It's nice to meet you, John." she thought for a moment, staying silent as the Knight spoke more about himself or perhaps the lack of memory. Once he had asked her to give him a 'title' she was thrown from her own thoughts. "Y-You're askin' me?! Hun, I ain't the type to give out titles to knights.. The only knights I remember was the ones with the round table or somethin'." she muttered, her school life was cut rather short by more important things like not studying.

 

Upon seeing the other souls run past her in terror Earline felt herself shudder uncomfortably, the men in front of her were much stronger than she was and both clearly had combat experience. The only combat experience Earline had was throwing her shoe at a pervert who tried to cop a feel one time, it worked but it wasn't exactly 'climbing up a tower to the afterlife' kind of combat. Eventually she turned back to Tarn and pointed directly at his helmet, "You'll just be 'Sir Knight' until you remember your name, Darlin'. Unless you got somethin' else in mind."

 

She then turned to John and pointed to him, "I'll go up with you, but you gotta know that I'm weaker than a drowned kitten. I could be a burden for you boys.."

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((Lol we posted at the same time, Now I had to go back and edit))

 

"Knight. I mean, that is what you appear to be," John said. He was quite annoyed that the knight had ignored him, but he remembered his first day here and silently forgave them...

 

He woke up, his head sore, and felt like he'd just been blown up by a nuke - Wait, he had. He looked up and found himself in a huge royal lobby of some sort, a large tower towards one end. A man with a gold mask got up and said some speech to the lingering souls, but John was wondering where he was and where his wife and daughter were.

 

"You are dead."

 

John shook his head out of his memory.

"Well, we'll just have to whip you into shape then. And Sir Knight over here doesn't seem to remember how to even throw a punch, so we all could use some training." He spotted a man across the lobby with a bow and arrow. That's something he'd never seen before.

"So, Knight, Earline, since you two don't seem so eager to start climbing, what do you propose we do? Find more help?"

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