(Notice: The player recruitment has cut off. The members are:
1. Shear
2. Beran
3. Lambada
4.Alket
5.Rale veruur
6. Derath
I am afraid I cannot accept anyone else,unless one of you all become inactive.
Spoiler: The time has approached. The weight shall be lifted.)
Lets go!
Shear: The encampment looks dead, deserted. As you approach, a mangy mutt lifts it's head to snarl at you. As it meets your gaze, it suddenly cowers, whines and hides in a corner. It fears you, as if it knows it has finally met it's match. You don't recall meeting this dog before, but the terror you inspire in it is incredible. In the encampment, you find two dead bodies. They look pale and stiff, but decay has not yet started. Their cause of death is obvious: Long laceration marks upon their chests, and their face is mangled beyond recognition. A quick search of their body results in: A Iron axe, 2 bottles of palish nordic mead and 3 gold.
As you leave the tent, you sense a immediate warning some part of you alerts you to. You turn around, in time to see the weak dog cling on to your leg,it's line of thinking obviously to kill the predator before the predator killed it (health 100/100 to 95/100) you snarl, and kick the dog off (it's health:70/70 to 50/70) What is your next move?
Lambada: THe curtains are pushed aside with one thrust, and the dust of the many years flies off. what you see inside horrifies you. A mismatched pair of eyes, a swollen faced monstrosity. Corpus has set itself upon its skin, turning flesh to pieces of dangling meat. It's mouth is a mere hole, the creature's lips lying somewhere upon the many piles of flesh with decorate the cage's floor. It speaks to you, in a guttural voice:
My kin you have come,
Pushed into the plague as i have.
You live without knowing,
while I lived understanding.
My very race shun me,
For I'm now one of you.
The corpus which you now see,
adds me to your crew.
You know nothing of your history,
But i know of the link.
Meet the prince of distant memories,
She knows what to think.
I have told you what you want to know,
even though you have not asked.
Now strike the lock, blow by blow,
Then the iron shall no more clasp.
With that, the slobbering thing looks at you, waiting.
Alket: The first bandit puts up no resistance, but by the time you reach the second bandit, He is already dead, sparks flowing through his veins. Crow motions for you to follow, and together you reach the main square. In the middle of the square, a single whip is stuck by the hilt in a cube of intricate crystal.The bandits there seem to be unaware of their attackers. As both of you sneak in, You hear crow cry in pain as he falls on the floor, several bandits having ambushed him. "Get the whip! Only then can we get out of here!) He screams as the bandits hit him again and again "Don't worry about me, get the whip!"
As you run towards the whip, you see the carving on the stone
The weapon is ready,
Its burdens soon to be lifted,
Let the world have mercy.
The bandits notice you; they come closer and closer,sneering. The whip has huge thorns upon it's long body,ending at the leather covered hilt. With the hilt in the crystal, the only chance you have of taking it out will cause you to get hurt by the whip.You hear crow scream in anguish "get the whip,we are surrounded!" Will you do it?
Rale:When your eyes flick open, you see darkness. Whole,pure darkness. Then it clears, and you see light. Shadows seem to cling to you, hiding you from the sun. What was the point of light anyway, to see the truth? No,the truth lay in the darkness,where all was made clear. You see a sign of life,or rather, Signs of what used to have life. A body lies at your feet. Ravens pierce through it's meat like it was silk, devouring the guts. Though the man's eyes are gouged out, you can tell this was a youth...Or used to be a youth. Now, it is food. The ravens take no notice of you and continue eating. To your right, is a gloomy looking lone hut, casting long shadows upon the floor. In the further distance, A swamp, bubbling distastefuly.What/where will you go/do?
Derath: The liquid trickles off your fingers, and your senses turn so clear. The world seems to shift, and horrors of uninmaginable proportions fill your eyes. Then you blink, and you see the realm. Your heart pumps unbearably fast, as your first few thoughts of consciousness were definitely not pleasant. You see a stone circle right ahead in the distance; many figures swarm around that place.You turn your head to your right,and you see a frightful omen, inches from your face; a grinning skull, a jester's hat upon it. A maggot wriggles out of it's eyehole,dropping to the floor. What/where will you go/do?
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