Staunton Bluffs, Episode II: Afterschock
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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George replies to Moorkroft: "Well, that's a relief at least. And yes, I'm all for having a look around. I never like not knowing where I am."
To the group: "Now that things seem to have calmed down a bit, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is George, lately of Chateaufaux. Since we'll likely be travelling together, at least until we get out of here, knowing each other's names seems like a good idea."
To the group: "Now that things seem to have calmed down a bit, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is George, lately of Chateaufaux. Since we'll likely be travelling together, at least until we get out of here, knowing each other's names seems like a good idea."
"Evil things have plans. They have things to do."
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Adrian is sitting on the floor, having crashed down hard on his backside as the mouse popped out from the coffin. The constant tension, so quickly released, has left him mentally drained.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but all of this jumping at shadows has left me rather exhausted. I agree with searching these caverns, but first I could stand to just sit and have a bite to eat." Adrian then removes a bit of hard bread and cheese from his pack and begins to eat as he listens to the others.
To George's introduction, Adrian replies, "Well met, George of Chateaufaux. I am Adrian Auricel, originally of Paridon in Zherisia, but now of no place in particular. I was off to try my luck in Richemulot when I became involved in this mess..."
Adrian continues to eat and listen, but as he does, a realization slowly closes over him. He remembers walking to a house on the shore, passing out, and waking up inside of it. But how could that be true, if he's waking up here in this cavern, as if the entirety of the house was but a dream? How much of what he remembers is real, how much constructed fantasy? Adrian feels cold inside and finds it difficult to swallow the current bite of his repast.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but all of this jumping at shadows has left me rather exhausted. I agree with searching these caverns, but first I could stand to just sit and have a bite to eat." Adrian then removes a bit of hard bread and cheese from his pack and begins to eat as he listens to the others.
To George's introduction, Adrian replies, "Well met, George of Chateaufaux. I am Adrian Auricel, originally of Paridon in Zherisia, but now of no place in particular. I was off to try my luck in Richemulot when I became involved in this mess..."
Adrian continues to eat and listen, but as he does, a realization slowly closes over him. He remembers walking to a house on the shore, passing out, and waking up inside of it. But how could that be true, if he's waking up here in this cavern, as if the entirety of the house was but a dream? How much of what he remembers is real, how much constructed fantasy? Adrian feels cold inside and finds it difficult to swallow the current bite of his repast.
My name is lost to me
I know not who I am
And I await the crimson fires
That'll wash this world away!
- Wolfbait, "In My Lonely Time Of Dying"
I know not who I am
And I await the crimson fires
That'll wash this world away!
- Wolfbait, "In My Lonely Time Of Dying"
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monsters?
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
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"Last I remember, we were in here and some monster jumped out of those coffins there!"
Tavian shivers at the thought.
"Is everyone ok?" he asks.
Just then Natan, who nobody even realized was still there, uses a torch to light himself on fire. He runs around screaming something about female heros, all the while stabbing himself in the face with his dagger. He falls to the floor writhing in pain and is reduced to ashes before anyone can react.
"I guess not."
"Is everyone else ok?" Tavian asks, looking around nervously.
Tavian shivers at the thought.
"Is everyone ok?" he asks.
Just then Natan, who nobody even realized was still there, uses a torch to light himself on fire. He runs around screaming something about female heros, all the while stabbing himself in the face with his dagger. He falls to the floor writhing in pain and is reduced to ashes before anyone can react.
"I guess not."
"Is everyone else ok?" Tavian asks, looking around nervously.
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Alain looks dulley in tavians direction.
"No Tavian, I don't think 'Okay' is really an option. But from what I can tell, We are for the most part healthy and we still have what appears to be somewhat of a grip on our sanity...Not counting the frequently changing decour. But it appears that we all are at least suffering that together."
With that he gives a small dead smile and lowers his eyes.
"No Tavian, I don't think 'Okay' is really an option. But from what I can tell, We are for the most part healthy and we still have what appears to be somewhat of a grip on our sanity...Not counting the frequently changing decour. But it appears that we all are at least suffering that together."
With that he gives a small dead smile and lowers his eyes.
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Shortly after Nathan's demise, you decide it's time to go...
[The torch btw, seems to be magical, since it has burned out during all the time... Somebody want to keep it?]
Following the tunnel upwards, you quickly enter a windowless and bare stone room... The only entrance is a wooden door... Obviously very old...
As you push the door open, daylight floats into the room, making Tavian cry in pain...
In front of you, an imposing graveyard opens into the landscape,
with a scale of well over one mile in size...
While the site seems to rest in a pityful state of disrepair,
right in front of you at the entrance,
the silver statue of cloaked woman is planted into the earth,
well like as if this princess of the damned was overseeing the area...
Do you dare to enter and to face what might lie behind the old gates...?
Please continue HERE!
[The torch btw, seems to be magical, since it has burned out during all the time... Somebody want to keep it?]
Following the tunnel upwards, you quickly enter a windowless and bare stone room... The only entrance is a wooden door... Obviously very old...
As you push the door open, daylight floats into the room, making Tavian cry in pain...
In front of you, an imposing graveyard opens into the landscape,
with a scale of well over one mile in size...
While the site seems to rest in a pityful state of disrepair,
right in front of you at the entrance,
the silver statue of cloaked woman is planted into the earth,
well like as if this princess of the damned was overseeing the area...
Do you dare to enter and to face what might lie behind the old gates...?
Please continue HERE!