Shadowfall

[Battal]

(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..)

Oh, right, you.  Accepted.

[Blewcheese]

Pops looks at the group. "Well? Any ideas?"

[Will]

"​I hate to suggest this, but we have to attach this flesh to the torch."

Dark Will closes his nose, and picks up a scrap of flesh with his thumb and index finger. He takes to torch, and quickly adds the flesh to the torch, causing the fire to burst up.

"There's that problem. Now we have to find out where we are, and where the Warden is."

Edited February 21, 2014 by Will

[Battal]

(Don't split up, whatever you do!)

[Percival]

(Hm? Splitting up always works for a certain group of detectives.)

[Blewcheese]

(Don't split up. It never works. Everyone always dies somehow. Strength in numbers.)

 

Pops points to the corridor with the flesh and bones. "I say we go down this one. It may be the warden that put a man in that... Condition."

[Battal]

(@Will...)

[Will]

"Alright. This way it is."

Dark Will hands the torch back to pops.

[Battal]

The group ventures into the tunnel.  Further in, it becomes apparent that a lot of things have died nown here; eventually the stone of the tunnel is barely visible beneath the flesh.

[Blewcheese]

A shiver runs down Joseph's spine, but Pops seems to be fairly undaunted.

[Battal]

The stench of rotting flesh is practically too much for the group.  They have a disturbing feeling of being watched.

[Percival]

(Guh, I need to relieve this bloodlust I have..

 

 

The group walks down the corridor, the stone chipped and cracked. The sights of mutilated bodies and activated traps litter the walls, the corpses attracting many insects. The stench of rotting and burning flesh fills the air, and up ahead, the stone slowly merges into the tan of skin, the corridor stained with increasingly more bloodstains. The corridor reminds the group of a long wall of flesh, writhing and pulsing from the insects crawling underneath the skin. The sight causes a shiver to fall down each spine, the feel of a crawling sensation under the skin rising throughout their body.

 

 

Okay, I'm done.)

[Will]

Dark Will trips over a small chunk of flesh, and lands on a tile switch. A passage way opens on the left side of the wall.

"If it weren't this door, I'd be really pissed about this. Should we go through? It seems like it's a safe bet the Warden is this way..."

[Blewcheese]

Pops nodded slowly. "Yes, we shall." He raised the torch and looked into the doorway.

[Battal]

(Thanks, Pecival.  You just gave me a brilliant idea.)

 

(Oxryklne, I choose you!)

 

The second the words "Yes, we shall" escape Pop's mouth, the flesh on the walls heave outwards, like they have been inflated with helium.  Bloodred cracks split across it; then the flesh erupts, and from behind it spill hundreds, thousands, millions of tiny, chattering insects.  They target the group within seconds and rush towards them, a massive wave of flesh-eating beetles filling the entire tunnel to its brim.

[Will]

"FOR F**K'S SAKE! WHY DOES EVERYTHING GO SO WRONG!?"

Violet's eyes jerk open.

"EW! What the f**k are these things!?"

Violet throws herself off of Dark Wills shoulder, and brings down a large bolt of lightning on some of the the bugs, but it's now use. TAKE THIS!!!11!!one!!1!

 

"What the hell are we supposed to do now!? We're trapped!"

[Battal]

(Running like hell would be advisable.)

[Percival]

(Glad I could be of inspirational help.)

[Will]

(Oh, I had assumed we were surrounded.)

"What the f**k are you people doing!? RUN LIKE HELL!"

Violet sprints away from the insects, with Dark Will in hot pursuit.

[Blewcheese]

(Wow. Just how busy did Oxryklne get?)

Pops begins sprinting towards the door, and Joseph does the same. "Run!"

[Battal]

(Wow. Just how busy did Oxryklne get?)

-.-

[Blewcheese]

-.-

(Yeah. To travel all the way from my roleplay to yours... That would have required a lot of effort for such a little beetle.)

[Battal]

(Oh, that way.  Um.)

 

The group flees like hell through the tunnels, the wave of insects chittering with bloodlust behind them.  They duck under spinning blades, dodge automated axes, and jump over pits in their mad dash.  All the wall, more fleshy walls explode and add to the swarm.

[Blewcheese]

(Why, what did you think I was saying?

Also, what are we doing, playing temple run?)

 

Pops slowly began panting, but managed to keep the pace through all the insanity around him.

[Battal]

(I could go on a tangent about how Temple Run is symbolic to our own existences, something about holding our riches close while fleeing the darkness of our past, but...I won't.)