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In-Game Roleplay Events / [RP] Brimstone and Fire
« on: September 08, 2013, 11:32:58 pm »
Brimstone and Fire
Please Note: This story will contain elements of horror. If you dislike horror in all its gory glory, then this may not sit well with you.
For those who wish to join in, there is no need to ask. Just interact with your character in-game and you should be fine. The story in this thread is based on role play that is currently happening. It's colored up a bit here for better reading. Feel free to add your own posts giving your character's perspective.
Bright Eyes, Ebony Skies:
He grasped his face - running his fingers over his newly grown flesh. He raked his hair from his face with his fingers as his grasping became more frantic. He could feel his nose and lips, his forehead and cheeks, but where his eyes once were, there was nothing but flat, smooth skin. No bumps or bulges beneath. The realization that his eyes were forever gone struck an emotional chord that rung deeply and resonated within.
He staggered though the treacherous, stony pass with his swaying hands outstretched where it was possible to walk, and crawled like a clacker where there were no walls to guide him. Having lost his way in the cruel maze, he collapsed to the ground and nestled himself into the crack between the wall and the floor - knowing just how vulnerable he was to the realm's inhabitants.
Please Note: This story will contain elements of horror. If you dislike horror in all its gory glory, then this may not sit well with you.
For those who wish to join in, there is no need to ask. Just interact with your character in-game and you should be fine. The story in this thread is based on role play that is currently happening. It's colored up a bit here for better reading. Feel free to add your own posts giving your character's perspective.
Bright Eyes, Ebony Skies:
The Diaboli rolled upon the jail's stone floor in search of a cooler patch as sweat rolled off his skin in beaded, saline streams. The windows were locked tight as were the thick, wooden doors. The cell had become so muggy and warm that the guards had moved their chairs and game of cards outside where a gentle, summer breeze whispered though the quiet town. As he laid upon his back he wondered if he was asleep or merely recalling the events that lead up to this point. The days were black as night and evening never seemed to pass away. His worst nightmares were no longer shrouded in darkness, but in light. He recalled that burst of orange, yellow flame that burned his head and chest like a sulfurous flare while he flailed his arms and screamed in agonizing pain. His eyeballs burst with steamy blood tinged fluid and ruptured bits of flesh as he fell to his knees. He crawled and crackled like an unwanted sliver of bacon in a pan full of grease. While Roled's fury had left him charred, it was the fumbled healing spell of Aleeane that left him forever changed. Soaked in magic drawn of crystal way, she flashed a healing bolt of light which clashed and flayed his evil skin in ways that one might not have thought. Wounds healed, flesh grew and morphed - while his body, so steeped and stained with magic of darkest ways collapsed and slipped away. Rolling over in his cell once again, Rigwyn pressed his cheek and ear against the cool stone floor. He could hear the faint conversation of the guards just outside, but their words were inaudible and he hadn't the patience to strain much more. Bored, he slipped back into that nether region between imagination and sleep where his dreamy recollection replayed. He recalled his awakening upon the death realm floor - grasping and clawing at the ground with a terrible fright. The smell of putrid, rotted flesh was now identifiable and sickened him to his core. Having vomited during his failed attempt to get up, he tried once more - grasping onto a nearby wall as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. They never did. |
He grasped his face - running his fingers over his newly grown flesh. He raked his hair from his face with his fingers as his grasping became more frantic. He could feel his nose and lips, his forehead and cheeks, but where his eyes once were, there was nothing but flat, smooth skin. No bumps or bulges beneath. The realization that his eyes were forever gone struck an emotional chord that rung deeply and resonated within.
He staggered though the treacherous, stony pass with his swaying hands outstretched where it was possible to walk, and crawled like a clacker where there were no walls to guide him. Having lost his way in the cruel maze, he collapsed to the ground and nestled himself into the crack between the wall and the floor - knowing just how vulnerable he was to the realm's inhabitants.