((OOC Notes: This will be my first long RP thread, besides the usual “adding my two cents” to what others have started. This was mostly IG, though detailed a bit more, during an event ran by Nebulous. I’ll be doing this in “small” chunks; it'll take a while to make the posts due to RL distractions.))
Eerie silence and little light to see far, Cirion even began blinking a few times to figure out if he actually had his eyes opened or closed. Though he soon to realize this wasn't the Comfort Inn but inside a dark cave with only one path, which was equally dark, stretching out of the area.
With slow movements, Cirion sat up and quickly scanned the area with his eyes. First thoughts, "How did I end up here..? Was I taken from my home? Or is this an odd dream?" Even while speculating, his hands began feeling the ground and waiting for his eyes to better adjust with the darkness. This place couldn’t be a dream, the cold air seemed normal as well as the pebbles and dirt on the ground.
Pained echoes cried out, shattering the silence, though just as quickly as it came, there was silence again. Cirion shocked by the sounds, immediately stood up, checked himself. While he only had his cloths on, he still had his sword and staff. And with possibly little time to waste, Cirion unsheathed his sword and listened to the sounds of quick movement. And oddly enough the quick movement was that of a little girl's. A small young girl walking at an amazingly pace while giggling insanely, with not a single voice, but that of several other children. She didn’t seem to notice Cirion and kept moving until she came to the stone walls, where she vanished.
His eyes looked to the where the "child" had been, and back to the area she came from. “If I’m to be jumped by something, I’d rather see it and be prepared” were his thoughts. Before he brought his staff forward there were sounds of a person, troubled –pained, screams every few moments.
Staff forward, Cirion activated its light source. The Light was intense, bringing out all the details in this cave. The place was bare, with just dirt, rock, and him being the only person there. Taking a few steps forward, holding the top end of the staff above his head. Within moments the staff became hot, quickly burning his hands. His left hand instinctively let go of the staff, during mid-air fall the light source on top of the staff burst. A loud clanking sound could be heard as the bottom hit the floor, then another clank as the top hit floor as well.
Reaching down to pick up the staff, he heard the child’s laughter again. Her laughing directed towards his light source bursting. “Wh-who are you..?” His words quietly directed to the child but his attention taken away and towards the sound of stone moving above. He quickly jumped to the right but not quickly enough to escape being hit by the rubble and a thick substance. Immediately afterwards his hand reached to the top of his head, pulling some of this heavy liquid on his hand and quickly determined a coppery smell.
The Ceiling above burst open, pouring masses of the thick liquid down on him. Again he tried to move away from the downpour, only to have more areas of the roof burst open and pour the substance down around and on him. He moved farther to the wall on his right, though it still poured down on him. He even tried to use magic to help himself move away from this though it failed; absolutely nothing happened as he moved his hands in the correct gestures. Cirion rushed several feet forward and through the streams, until he came to a spot where no liquid poured down.
Now he stood in the middle of a y-intersection; the area ahead of him was clear of anything “unusual,” as the same with the path on his right, though it ended with a dead-end.
He began trying to wipe the liquid from his face until interrupted by another piercing scream. The scream came from overhead, causing Cirion to cringe back towards the wall. His eyes glanced over the ceiling for where the sound came from, and he quickly noticed as the roof began to shift and move. A medium-sized object spewed down, landing mere inches from his feet. Cirion further pressed his back against the wall, and raised his sword up with both hands, as the ‘thing’ plummeted to the ground. Even in the dim light it was obvious to tell the form was that of a humanoid, and the smell of carrion lay heavy in the air.
Resolutely, Cirion stood ready to make a clean strike with this blade, incase this body happened to be an undead. Something he has had to fight on countless occasions before. However the body only assaulted his sense of smell, not making any real moves for the time. Cirion eventually decided to give the thing a nudge, gently tapping the body with the tip of his left boot. Yet the moment the tip of his boot touches the body, movement and the disgusting sounds of shredding, gnashing, and even squeaking could be heard. In quick time the body burst into hundred small creatures. Cirion immediately began swinging his blade at the crazed creatures, stomping and kicking at the little things. Though Insane, frothing vermin ready to devour flesh wasn’t much to Cirion. Each one of the foul, disgusting creatures was killed.
While keeping his eyes towards the ground for any movement, he could once again hear the giggling of the small child. Again, Cirion’s attention was quickly to the young girl again. She stood there giggling, watching Cirion as he was attacked by the rats. “Wait... What is goi- ..?” He cut his own statement short as the child darted down the right passageway and out of view. He now began looking around everywhere, raising his voice as he spoke up “Why am I here?”
Answered only by silence, there was no response, not a sound of the child could be heard.
Cirion then decided to cautiously follow down the path to the right, holding his blade ready to swing at whatever jumped out.
He kept looking forward, back, left, and right. Alone in an unusual place, with barely enough light to see silhouetted figures, everything looked clear of movement.
Still confused about everything, Cirion pressed on to find a way out of this strange place.
Eerie silence and little light to see far, Cirion even began blinking a few times to figure out if he actually had his eyes opened or closed. Though he soon to realize this wasn't the Comfort Inn but inside a dark cave with only one path, which was equally dark, stretching out of the area.
With slow movements, Cirion sat up and quickly scanned the area with his eyes. First thoughts, "How did I end up here..? Was I taken from my home? Or is this an odd dream?" Even while speculating, his hands began feeling the ground and waiting for his eyes to better adjust with the darkness. This place couldn’t be a dream, the cold air seemed normal as well as the pebbles and dirt on the ground.
Pained echoes cried out, shattering the silence, though just as quickly as it came, there was silence again. Cirion shocked by the sounds, immediately stood up, checked himself. While he only had his cloths on, he still had his sword and staff. And with possibly little time to waste, Cirion unsheathed his sword and listened to the sounds of quick movement. And oddly enough the quick movement was that of a little girl's. A small young girl walking at an amazingly pace while giggling insanely, with not a single voice, but that of several other children. She didn’t seem to notice Cirion and kept moving until she came to the stone walls, where she vanished.
His eyes looked to the where the "child" had been, and back to the area she came from. “If I’m to be jumped by something, I’d rather see it and be prepared” were his thoughts. Before he brought his staff forward there were sounds of a person, troubled –pained, screams every few moments.
Staff forward, Cirion activated its light source. The Light was intense, bringing out all the details in this cave. The place was bare, with just dirt, rock, and him being the only person there. Taking a few steps forward, holding the top end of the staff above his head. Within moments the staff became hot, quickly burning his hands. His left hand instinctively let go of the staff, during mid-air fall the light source on top of the staff burst. A loud clanking sound could be heard as the bottom hit the floor, then another clank as the top hit floor as well.
Reaching down to pick up the staff, he heard the child’s laughter again. Her laughing directed towards his light source bursting. “Wh-who are you..?” His words quietly directed to the child but his attention taken away and towards the sound of stone moving above. He quickly jumped to the right but not quickly enough to escape being hit by the rubble and a thick substance. Immediately afterwards his hand reached to the top of his head, pulling some of this heavy liquid on his hand and quickly determined a coppery smell.
The Ceiling above burst open, pouring masses of the thick liquid down on him. Again he tried to move away from the downpour, only to have more areas of the roof burst open and pour the substance down around and on him. He moved farther to the wall on his right, though it still poured down on him. He even tried to use magic to help himself move away from this though it failed; absolutely nothing happened as he moved his hands in the correct gestures. Cirion rushed several feet forward and through the streams, until he came to a spot where no liquid poured down.
Now he stood in the middle of a y-intersection; the area ahead of him was clear of anything “unusual,” as the same with the path on his right, though it ended with a dead-end.
He began trying to wipe the liquid from his face until interrupted by another piercing scream. The scream came from overhead, causing Cirion to cringe back towards the wall. His eyes glanced over the ceiling for where the sound came from, and he quickly noticed as the roof began to shift and move. A medium-sized object spewed down, landing mere inches from his feet. Cirion further pressed his back against the wall, and raised his sword up with both hands, as the ‘thing’ plummeted to the ground. Even in the dim light it was obvious to tell the form was that of a humanoid, and the smell of carrion lay heavy in the air.
Resolutely, Cirion stood ready to make a clean strike with this blade, incase this body happened to be an undead. Something he has had to fight on countless occasions before. However the body only assaulted his sense of smell, not making any real moves for the time. Cirion eventually decided to give the thing a nudge, gently tapping the body with the tip of his left boot. Yet the moment the tip of his boot touches the body, movement and the disgusting sounds of shredding, gnashing, and even squeaking could be heard. In quick time the body burst into hundred small creatures. Cirion immediately began swinging his blade at the crazed creatures, stomping and kicking at the little things. Though Insane, frothing vermin ready to devour flesh wasn’t much to Cirion. Each one of the foul, disgusting creatures was killed.
While keeping his eyes towards the ground for any movement, he could once again hear the giggling of the small child. Again, Cirion’s attention was quickly to the young girl again. She stood there giggling, watching Cirion as he was attacked by the rats. “Wait... What is goi- ..?” He cut his own statement short as the child darted down the right passageway and out of view. He now began looking around everywhere, raising his voice as he spoke up “Why am I here?”
Answered only by silence, there was no response, not a sound of the child could be heard.
Cirion then decided to cautiously follow down the path to the right, holding his blade ready to swing at whatever jumped out.
He kept looking forward, back, left, and right. Alone in an unusual place, with barely enough light to see silhouetted figures, everything looked clear of movement.
Still confused about everything, Cirion pressed on to find a way out of this strange place.
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