Shadowfall

[drako125]

(God I missed so much ;~; may I ask if I was brutally murdered?)

Edited February 20, 2014 by drako125

[Battal]

(Ummm...you can choose.)

[drako125]

(yay, getting murdered.)

[Blewcheese]

Pops sighs inwardly, trying to keep his sanity from exploding. Joseph follows closely behind, shivering and looking around wearily.

[Will]

Dark Will pulls a couple of granola bars from his pack.

"Anyone want these? I can't eat them, meat tends to be the only thing that goes well with me."

[Blewcheese]

Joseph nods slowly. "Y-yes please..."

[Will]

"There appears to be dried berry and pomegranate. Which one do you want?"

Edited February 21, 2014 by Will

[Blewcheese]

Joseph looked between the two. He'd never really liked pomegranate. "D-dried berry, please..." Pops smiled slightly, glad to see his adopted son was getting better.

[Will]

Dark Will hands Joseph one of the dried berry granola bars.

"I've got 3 more of this flavor, so if you need any, just ask."

[Blewcheese]

Joseph nodded slowly. "Th-thanks." He slowly ate it, savoring the flavor.

[Battal]

(Mm, granola bars!  It would be a shame if...)

 

As the group enjoys their snack, a bloated corpse falls out of the darkness above.  It splatters like a water balloon upon contact with the ground, flinging gore all over the group and their granola bars.

 

(...Yeah.)

[Blewcheese]

(Oh, come ON.)

Joseph sighs, looking at his soiled granola bar. He frowned, trying to clean the guts out, but it was no use. He shook his head slowly, looking around. "Does anyone else want this?"

[Will]

"Hah, they're in baggies and wrappers! Man, I should tell Will his over cautiousness paid off... You know what, I'm just going to stop talking now, as I am just inviting bad things to happen."

Dark Will takes the bars out of the baggie, gives another berry one to Joseph, tosses the baggie onto the ground, and puts the bars into his pack for safe keeping.

(Eh, they're ghosts. They can't really do much with food.)

Edited February 21, 2014 by Will

[Blewcheese]

(Yeah, Shadowfall. Your demoralizing skills are no match for plastic bags! Muahahahaha!)

Joseph nodded a thanks, smiling slightly. He tossed the dirty bar and began eating the new one, much faster this time.

[Battal]

Another corpse falls on Dark Will's head, snapping his neck like a twig and ruining all the granola.

[Will]

"I feel like somewhere else, I just died... oh well. I think we're getting close."

[Percival]

(Hmm. I really want to write a very detailed description of what's happening.. I WANT TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING WITH GORE.)

[Battal]

(Anyways, we are now really the longest forum roleplay.  Woo hoo.)

 

The group delves through the torture room, and finally discover it is not a singular room; it is a massive array of tunnels, all filled to the brim with machines of death. 

[Percival]

(Let's celebrate by skinning mortals. Also, is the roleplay nearing an end?)

[Battal]

(Nope.)

[Percival]

(Good. Cause I'm going to introduce a new character. (FORGET ABOUT SLEIGHT.))

[Blewcheese]

Pops raises the torch , keeping his mind off the horrors that littered the halls. He looks from tunnel to tunnel. "Any idea which one's the right one?"

[Percival]

(I think I'll reuse a character from my now dead roleplay thread.

Name: Scribo Memorium

Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Backstory: Drawings on paper, constructed of hope and wishes. Gathering memories long ago lost and forgotten in the void of night. Line up the forgotten pieces.
Gathering pictures of memories and journeys far away, putting the pieces together, forever knowing that they will be entwined in destiny.
Captured is a dove with a pen and the paper of one's heart, casting shadows of lost memories in another time and another place.
Her purpose fulfilled, she is no longer useful in her world. The pieces of destiny now aligned, she is no longer needed. (Hey, I felt poetic.)

Abilities: While not very strong physically, she is spiritually strong. Clad with a sketchbook, she is able to draw many objects, of which she can pull out of her sketchbook into reality. However, this saps her consciousness and her spirit. As she is used to her sketchbook sapping her energy, she has eventually learned to restore her spirit slowly, but it takes many hours, and if her entire spirit is sapped, then she is nothing more than a soulless carcass.

Appearance: A mere child, she is dressed in what appears to be a white, lacy skirt, turning into a pearly short-sleeved shirt near the waistline. She has deep blue sandals, studded with rhinestones. Her hair, a deep, rich brunette, reaches to her waist, neatly combed.

Personality: Glowing with innocence, she is blissful to be around, for she is a kind girl, with a lot of patience. However, she is not safe from the darkness of her abilities, so she has the predictable anger of a women scorned when her patience has run out or her sketchbook is used without her permission.

Side Notes: Her sketchbook isn't what causes her abilities - it's the pencil. So long as she has her stylus, she can draw anything into reality, though admittedly with less quality if drawn on a different material. Being a child, she is mostly blind to obvious dangers and traps. A note about her summoning ability: she would have to see the object in question in reality in order for it the summoned object to be working; looking at a picture of a bottle of medicine, for example, or a random sketch someone made won't be ingrained into her memory, and thus won't be high quality or broken when summoned.

 

Don't know if this is okay, but..)

Edited February 21, 2014 by Pecival

[Percival]

(ISEEYOUONLINEDON'TYOURUNBATTAL.

 

Edit: Damblit.)

Edited February 21, 2014 by Pecival

[Battal]

Holding their makeshift torch high, the group wanders through the tunnels, ever wary of their unseen foe scuttling in the shadows.  After some time of walking, the torch is running low and the group finds themselves at a crossroads.  In one, the floor and walls are splattered with flesh and bones, as if a human was torn apart by some kind of monstrosity.  Through the other, the group can hear faint screams, though it could just be the wind.