Shadowfall

[Blewcheese]

(Who's there?)

[Battal]

(Death.)

[Blewcheese]

(Death who?)

[Battal]

(Roleplay or Death will enter and rip out your intestines.)

[Blewcheese]

(I'm waiting on the other character's illusions.)

[_-_-_]

(My illusion was invisible)

[Battal]

(Yeah, but you need to go through what it was.)

[Blewcheese]

(Yeah, another thing. Can Pops see other people's illusions?)

[Battal]

(Is that a question or a request?)

[_-_-_]

(couldd someone else do my fear? I'm drawing a blank, and i don't want to post something of wikipedia)

[Percival]

(Got it. Just let me take some time. Unless someone else wants to.)

[Blewcheese]

(A question. What I mean is, can the illusions only be seen by the owners of those fears, or are they visible to all?)

[Battal]

They're more hallucinations than illusions.  So yeah, they can only be seen by the owners.

[Percival]

(Damn. How does one overcome the fear of death?)

[Blewcheese]

(Okay then. Let me just... I'll just...)

Pops shakes his head, sighing. He looked over to see Joseph, unconscious. Not much of a surprise there. He went over and collected the boy, hauling him over his shoulder. He looked around the room for any other casualties.

 

(By accepting death.)

Edited January 23, 2014 by Blewcheese

[Will]

(Okay, what's Trent's fear? I just want to move forward already. I'll do it.)

[Percival]

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The scene has become more brutal now, turning from a plateau into a morgue for the insane. Blood stained the walls, tortured figures flashing throughout Fabrico's memories. Memories of satanic rituals and suicidal tendencies, recollections of failed experiments and whispers for the insane. The room morphed into a forest on fire, then into nightmarish shadows, screams piercing every morph at least once.

 

All at once, the room became foggy. Squares of thin marble appeared in regular rows, dropping themselves onto the ground into a checkerboard pattern.

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Fabrico lies on the ground, eyes glazed over. He appears to be whispering demonic words, unknown to normal man

[Battal]

Evil_Jakob can take the doppelganger's words no longer.  With a shriek of fury, he drives skeletal fists through the others chest over and over.  Blood splatters the tiles, but Jakob just laughs.  Evil_Jakob slashes at his face, breaks his neck, rips out his lungs, but the laugh continues on and on.   He can take it no longer.  With one final surge of strength, Evil_Jakob blows his long-dead self out of existence with one massive blast of shadowy flame.

 

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To the ones in the room done hallucinating, it is quite alarming to see the Forgotten bursting through the doors.  Even more alarming when, seconds later, he starts destroying everything in the room in blind fury.  It is all the group can do to dodge his furious attacks.

Edited January 23, 2014 by Lord_Battal

[Percival]

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The tiles of marble on the floor resemble a normal chessboard; eight columns, eight rows. On each end, blocks of marble and obsidian fall from the skies, carving themselves as the blocks nears their designated tiles. Touching the ground, what used to be a block of solid rock is now replaced with an ornate carving of each respective piece; a queen dressed in a gem-studded dress; a king with a scepter worthy of his title; peasants brandishing pitchforks in the front row.  Fabrico, marveling at the detailed carvings, fails to notice a table and two chairs pop into existence, a looming shadow occupying one of the chairs.

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Edited January 23, 2014 by Pecival

[Battal]

(OH NOOOOOO)

(Continue.)

[Percival]

(I just used a common trope. I am ashamed.)

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"Come."

 

Fabrico, startled by the broken silence, stops in his tracks, slowly looking towards the source of the voice.

 

"Come. I thought that a game of chess might be entertaining."

 

The shadows reform around it's owner, turning into a simple robe. Wings constructed of bone burst out of the back, flapping for a few seconds, then going still, although the segments seem to be moving independently.. The unknown assailant's face is masked by the shadows, but a small smirk can be seen. Fabrico, although terrified, tries to keep his image professional.

 

"I assume you are..death?" asks Fabrico, pausing on the last word.

 

"Yes. Yes I am," the figure responded, clapping slowly in sarcasm. The claps echo throughout the empty plateau.

 

"Ah. Well, if we are going to play chess, then I'll be white." suggested Fabrico, taking the chair across the table.

 

"Of course. I always let my victim think they have an advantage, after all." the being adds.

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Fabrico is heard muttering, saying random combinations of letters and numbers. His hand moves involuntarily, moving imaginary pieces into place.

 

(Bit long?)

[Battal]

(It's fine.  Continue.)

[Blewcheese]

Pops, still carrying Joseph, dips, ducks, dives, and dodges out of the way of the Forgotten's attacks.

"C'mon... Hurry up!"

[Battal]

The group flees, pelted by chunks of basalt that cut into their skin.  Meanwhile, Frabrico and Trent are still behind them, completely oblivious to the chaos around them.

[Will]

Violet dives behind a fallen column. Her left arm has a large gash from which blood is flowing.

"God damn it... Pops, think you can do anything with my blood?"