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Rather Watch Them posted:Who are interred in the seven niches along the southern wall? AJ_Impy posted:What magnificent and imposing object dominates the western wall of the tomb? Fathis Munk posted:What scene is depicted in the fresco that covers the eastern wall? RandallODim posted:What subtle things in this place speak to a purpose far, far beyond honoring the noble dead? Note your answer on the map. UnCO3 posted:What amazing treasure lies well hidden in the tomb, and where, and how?
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ARISE AND PROTECT THE TOMB, SKELETAL GUARDIANSquote:Offerings Their wrists are red and bloody from iron manacles that they wore until only recently, and they are tossed crude weapons before the great boulders are rolled back into place. A few desperate and quick people among them almost get crushed as they dart back for one last ray of red, dust-choked sunlight. One by one they pick up the weapons, hesitantly, angrily, plainly, and wait for the coming of the tomb guardians. Sacrifices, one and all. They’re dressed in uniform white linens, but other than that they seem to share nothing. One dozen sacrifices, but for whom? Where does everyone stand guard? What do you do?
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Headless The winds find me lying in the small room with the lump of starmetal. As always I had lain down with my broken top vertebra touching the cold metal, hoping that someday they would meld and restore my lost head. Why else would the gods have sent this gift to our tomb. Alas, as I stand up it stays behind. As I draw closer to the tombs entrance, I feel the desperation of the intruders. Even without nose, I can smell their despair, even without ears I can hear their uncertainty. It makes me angry. I was part of the first wave of sacrifices, at the time it was a great honor for us. As a reward for my dedication to the gods I had been chosen to lead the group and we embraced our fate. These sorry excuses for sacrifices where unworthy but they would have to do. I pray to the gods they will, as I round the final corner and tighten my skeletal grip on my mace. Answering: What connection do you have to those you’ve just killed or driven away? What memory did they evoke?
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Tattered Cloak Somber snoring stone drowned out By the familiar cacophony of moaning tubes, Waking the garbed guard again The painted behemoth Glares with six eyes down to earth, First sight of the eyeless one Always Their eyes stare at something Beyond nature's transgression Enraged, pained, casting judgment Now only on their servant Or their quarry Intruders gazing at the six eyes Spill guilt at their feet Extracted by the righteous blade The blood standard Dyed burgundy once more With societal debts paid, Justice done What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? The tattered cloak guards the east chamber. They recall the name Blood Standard, for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it. They will, of course, engage any intruders who enter the chamber. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 23:14 on Nov 16, 2018 |
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Nov 16, 2018 23:11
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Rusted Shirt Between the stele and the sarcophagus do I hold my eternal vigil, in the western chamber. Unceasing Unchanging. Unaware. The howls of the broken seals herald the entrance of the living to the tomb. So it was before our time. So it was in our time. So it is, as we keep watch with sightless sockets. Once I lived, and was like them. I was of the first wave of sacrifices, the great endeavour to see this place guarded as it should be. We knew our lives would end, but if we were worthy our existence would not. I was proud, and considered myself the most worthy. I was passed over for leadership, my rival granted that honour. We battled within the tomb, all of us that were to die. We battled within the tomb, all of us that were to stand undying. The head of their mace ruined my viscera. The haft of my spear shattered their skull. Yet we were both worthy. A new wave of sacrifices. There have been many. There will be many. None shall be more worthy. To the north I go, Spear hefted and ready. Unworthy blood shall be spilt. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor?
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Headless As you round the corner you see a figure in white, edging and groping down the passage until they spot you in the dim red light. Then, they scream, and then, so do the rest. The piercing noise reverberates through the entryway the other sacrifices must be in, and through the rest of the tomb. A great and distant sixfold wailing responds from the other entrance on the Northern side of the mountain. What do you do? - Tattered Cloak At first you hear the tentative sounds of sacrifices blindly stumbling and creeping through the dark passages, but then a great scream rises from the South and, as if in response, another cry comes from the North, both amplified by the strange carvings in each room. The footsteps stop. It seems the intruders will not willingly come your way. What do you do? - Rusted Shirt You make your way towards the whimpering, and the scraping of grit underfoot - then, just as you're about to round the corner to the junction leading to the North and East, a great scream reverberates from the Southern entryway and all else near you goes silent. You tread into view of the sacrifices, and they wail wordlessly and flee back the way they came. It is a dead end. What do you do? UnCO3 fucked around with this message at 08:59 on Nov 20, 2018 |
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Nov 20, 2018 08:53
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Rusted Shirt Cowardice. Not one raises a blade. Not one even tries to cover the retreat. Have they not been told? Are they truly unaware of their fate? Or do they lack the mettle to meet death with weapon in hand? None of these are worthy. None of these shall join us in the eternal vigil. None of these shall stand guard for all the world. Only one act. To inexorably advance upon them. Corner them. See if any have a hint of fire in them. Only one duty. The worthy rise through death. The unworthy will be as dust. Either case, at the point of my spear. Only one outcome. There will be an abundance of dust. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor? I killed Headless and vice versa when we were sacrifices, for holy glory and honour.
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Nov 20, 2018 11:38
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Headless As they see me they start to scream. I do not know if anyone has actually told them what awaited them in here. I hope no one did, that way their abysmal failure might be excusable. A second set of screams rises up in the tomb, it must be my murderer back at his task. He always seems to do his duty with hate and contempt, he does not understand. I think that is why I was chosen in the end. I hold up my old holy symbol, one last chance of redemption for the sacrifices. Will they kneel and pray and accept their fate, will they finally show themselves worthy? If so, may the gods have mercy on them. It will certainly not save their lives, nothing can, but it might save their souls. I raise my mace, prepare to deal a killing blow and await the sacrifices' reaction. What connection do you have to those you’ve just killed or driven away? What memory did they evoke? I was part of the first wave of sacrifices, at the time it was a great honor for us.
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Nov 21, 2018 00:04
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Tattered Cloak screams, blood-curdling and nothing more "Paralyzed with fear, I'm afraid." fear not should they stagnate I may stir them yet "This way." each step seeps oozing muck (be it inside or out) as I approach the prisoners "Let me out!" I will oblige I pierce the threshold to the huddled horrified masses (be they armed or no) they cry once more "Monster!" I recall that day I shed my skin I became a tool (I withdrew to my verse) I killed them all I set the standard "You have been sentenced." how uncanny my history becomes eternity "Blood is the price." The tattered cloak will enter the south entrance and strike as many as necessary. What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? Blood Standard, a name for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it.
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Horror Hollow sockets gaze from the dark as the Blood Standard begins its work once again in the south entrance. A Small Thing, it waits, watching; will any of this group move deeper? The Small Thing does not know why it waits for this. But perhaps these sacrifices carry answers in their blood. What were you called? The Small Thing, for I was small and singular in this tomb and world.
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Nov 22, 2018 22:37
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Rusted Shirt Northern Entryway You corner the six of them, your unnatural presence driving them back against the boulder. For a moment all is silent but their panicked breathing and your bones clicking on stone, and then - finally - one of them plucks up the mad, desperate courage to charge, sword raised, and swing for your skull. Fortune is not on their side, however. The uneven floor has them off balance and they slip, cut their sole open on a jagged piece of rock, stagger, and fall. Their sword clatters out of reach. One look up at your inexorable advance is all else that's needed to drain their bravado away. You might be able to kill them here. They scrabble backwards in fear. What do you do? - Headless Southern Entryway One of the sacrifices tears free from the quailing mass of the others and uses the brief moment you offer to try and strike you down with a blunt spear. She plants her feet firmly on the ground, despite how uneven it is, and thrusts straight for your sternum - but only manages to get the old, ungainly weapon caught in your ribcage. She might be able to fight free. She frantically wrenches the spear around, trying to knock or drag you off your feet. What do you do? - Blood Standard Southern Entryway You hurry after Headless, terrifying the sacrifices with your vigour in contrast with your companion's horrible determination. Your first blow catches an old man in the gut and he folds, blood bubbling from his mouth. Another wriggles free from the mass and makes a break for it, but the rest cower and scream. You might be able to kill the three cowering sacrifices here. They huddle together, desperately trying not to be as far away from you as possible. What do you do? - The Small Thing Southern Entryway One sacrifice has broken away from the mass in the Southern entrance and fled deeper into the tomb, darting this way and that until, stumbling over the uneven stonecuttings, disappearing from view. What do you do? - The Sacrifices In the Southern Entryway: 1 is engaged in combat with Headless 3 are cowering before Blood Standard 1 is dead In the Northern Entryway 1 is at the mercy of Rusted Shirt 5 are cowering, cornered Elsewhere in the tomb: 1 has fled
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Nov 23, 2018 10:55
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Rusted Shirt Finally, one shows some fight. Perhaps they are worthy after... oh. That's just embarrassing. The bravery of the cornered rat is not enough. There needs to be basic competence as well. You have had your chance. The attempt will earn a quick death. That is the extent of the mercy I am permitted One swift stab between the 4th and 5th ribs. Heart bursts. Life fades. Sacrifice fulfilled. Five cowering wretches. The sword on the ground between us. Some still have weapons. I twirl the spear into the ready position. Ribbons of heart's blood through the air. Anoint them with an echo of his bravery. Will there be a battle? Will there be a slaughter? Can they tell the difference? In either case, I advance. In either case, I will do my duty. In either case, I do not hesitate. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor? I killed Headless and vice versa when we were sacrifices, for holy glory and honour.
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Nov 23, 2018 12:13
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Tattered Cloak three cowards scrambling to escape fools you have everything you need to stop what is coming fight you know you can unless you need more motivation than has already been given disgusting cowards how quickly my blade will undo you No mercy. Kill them all. What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? Blood Standard, a name for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it.
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Nov 24, 2018 23:18
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Headless I offer them redemption and instead this cur dares to try and strike me? In a fit of righteous anger I throw my holy sign at her and grasp the haft of the spear with my now empty hand. My right arm raises and I attempt to shatter the spear with a blow of my mace. The time for salvation has passed, now comes the time of caved-in skulls. What connection do you have to those you’ve just killed or driven away? What memory did they evoke? I was part of the first wave of sacrifices, at the time it was a great honor for us.
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Rusted Shirt Northern Entryway Distant, yet amplified screams cut the air before they too are cut. The others have drawn first blood, but you're not far behind. Five more remain at your mercy, silent, some weeping, others glancing at each other as if to say... something. Then, in a drawn-out chain of locomotion, the mob drags and hurls itself forward to attack you as one. Some of them might be able to fight free. They claw at you in desperation, pulling on your shirt and spear, prying at your joints, and rattling your bones. What do you do? - Blood Standard Southern Entryway The three sacrifices perish quickly, messily, and loudly. Behind you, Headless still struggles with the one fighter among them, but she makes a break for it and disappears from sight. What do you do? - Headless Southern Entryway She gasps, blocks the holy symbol with one hand and drives the spear into you with the other even as you grab it, then lets go and darts back. You smash the spear, but she remains - and races past you, into the tomb. What do you do? - The Sacrifices In the Southern Entryway: 4 are dead In the Northern Entryway 5 are mobbing Rusted Shirt 1 is dead Elsewhere in the tomb: 2 have fled
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Nov 28, 2018 14:37
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Headless The holy symbol clatters to the ground and the heathen dashes past me. I pull the head of the spear from my rips and follow the echoes of her footsteps deeper into the tomb, both weapons at the ready. I will need to retrieve my holy item later, the situation calls for actions rather than symbols. What connection do you have to those you’ve just killed or driven away? What memory did they evoke? I was part of the first wave of sacrifices, at the time it was a great honor for us.
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Nov 28, 2018 15:12
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Rusted Shirt This is more like it! Teamwork, cooperation, cohesion. They do honour to their station. No sacrifice should die a coward's death. It pleases me that the old ways are at last respected. Their deaths will be quick. Target rich environment. Soft flesh, little armour. All of them close in. Phalanges as weapons. Jabbing finger bones through eyes into the brain Their proximity is their undoing. I try to grant them swift ends. Granting them any ends matters more. If they disengage the spear awaits them. There can be no escape. There can be no hope. There can be no victory. They have fought bravely and in unity. They have acquitted themselves with honour at the last. They die as warriors, contributors to the sanctity of the tomb. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor? I killed Headless and vice versa when we were sacrifices, for holy glory and honour.
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Tattered Cloak the blood runs guilty souls have been brought to justice all but one the survivor runs our task is not complete while they yet live the bloodshed continues i run through the corridors to my resting spot they fled there i'm sure Moving into the East Chamber, searching. What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? Blood Standard, a name for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 00:40 on Nov 30, 2018 |
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Nov 29, 2018 02:13
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Headless Western Chamber You follow after her, tracking her footsteps to the Western Chamber. Here you catch her ducking into the steep passage down to the Central Chamber - just the sight of you leads her to sprint down the stairs, deftly making her way into the red gloom. Before you can follow her, two more sacrifices in bloodstained linen scramble into view from the North - and freeze when they spot you. Here is live prey, but the one who fought back, the one who escaped, is deeper in the tomb. What do you do? - Rusted Shirt Northern Entryway You gouge out eyes and bash skulls, but they sweep your feet and send you clattering to the floor, and then-- GODS LAUGH The shaft of your spear shatters under their weight, impaling two of them in its last moment. All you have left are splinters, fragments, and the spearhead. Another two sacrifices flee in the roiling confusion, leaving their unlucky compatriot to face you alone, armed only with a misshapen mace. He might be able to fight free. He swings down at you with a half-roar, half-scream of terror. What do you do? - Blood Standard Eastern Chamber You retrace your steps, hoping to find the woman Headless was fighting, but instead stumble upon the young man who fled at first sight. He turns when he hears you enter, then scrabbles on the floor for a rock, a stone, a pebble, anything. Elsewhere in the tomb the both of you hear screams - of agony or of rage, it's hard to tell. What do you do? - The Sacrifices In the Southern Entryway: 4 are dead In the Northern Entryway 1 is fighting Rusted Shirt 3 are dead In the Eastern Chamber: 1 is searching for a weapon In the Central Chamber: 1 is making their way down Elsewhere in the tomb: 2 have fled from the Northern Entryway
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Nov 29, 2018 11:08
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Rusted Shirt My spear has broken. I took it into the tomb, it ended here. Such is the way of all things. One sacrifice with a mace. I'm guessing an overhanded swing Yes, there it is. Momentum and leverage. They can cut both ways. Speaking of, the sword the first fighter dropped. Grab it, angle it up Rising blade meets falling arm The weight of the mace does the rest. Roar of anger Scream of terror Wail of agony. Uncomprehending eyes behold a bleeding stump. One more slash of the blade across the neck Empty sockets behold a bleeding stump. Two have fled The inevitable is not delayed long. I am not the only guardian. To the westward chamber. None can hide from us. We only rest when they are dead. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor? I killed Headless and vice versa when we were sacrifices, for holy glory and honour.
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Nov 29, 2018 14:41
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Headless Two more souls that might still be saved! I curse myself for leaving the holy symbol behind. I stop my pursuit, I know my brethren will track the runner down, they are experts at bloodshed and death. Her chance has passed, but these two might still be redeemed, that is my domain of expertise. I hold out the mace and broken spear, crossing them in a crude imitation of a holy symbol. With a bit of luck they will understand what it stands for. This is their chance for a quick death and an eternal salvation. What connection do you have to those you’ve just killed or driven away? What memory did they evoke? I was part of the first wave of sacrifices, at the time it was a great honor for us.
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Nov 30, 2018 00:29
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Tattered Cloak The lords judge from on high. i drag my blade along the wall he takes to the ground embracing the soil he may yet join in search of vain salvation hunter and prey one prowling... one s c o u r i n g (SCREAM) he cranes to track the source i lunge for his neck The stone snores beside us. What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? Blood Standard, a name for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it.
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Nov 30, 2018 00:39
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Rusted Shirt Western Chamber You arrive just in time to see the two escapees leap forward to attack your old rival Headless, whose course has taken them to the Western chamber. Their survival seems... unlikely. What do you do? - Headless Western Chamber The two gasp, perhaps at the holy symbol you make, perhaps in fright at the sight of you, perhaps in despair at the realisation that the ordinary rules of life do not apply here and that destroying the skull is fruitless. Only one is armed, but after a glance behind at the noise of another approaching skeleton they tentatively step into range - one forward, with the sword she holds, the other around to your side, cursing with every step on the uneven floor. You might be able to kill them here. They lunge forward, but tread askew and miss their mark. What do you do? - Blood Standard Eastern Chamber You stab, but he catches the glint of your blade and throws himself back, crying out as he lands painfully on the stone floor. He might be able to get away. His retaliation is desperate - he throws grit, dust, and other minutiae of the centuries up against you to block your vision. What do you do? - The Sacrifices In the Southern Entryway: 4 are dead In the Northern Entryway: 4 are dead In the Eastern Chamber: 1 is fighting Blood Standard In the Western Chamber: 2 are fighting Headless In the Central Chamber: 1 sacrifice remains
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Nov 30, 2018 01:10
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Headless It seems that salvation was not meant to be today. The gods know I have tried and given all of these heathens the chance to save themselves. I cannot do it for them. As the two new sacrifices ignore my offer of peace, I strike them down as they miss their blows. What connection do you have to those you’ve just killed or driven away? What memory did they evoke? I was part of the first wave of sacrifices, at the time it was a great honor for us.
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Nov 30, 2018 12:55
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Rusted Shirt Oh, it's him. Doing his duty at least. Wonder if he waved his shiny bauble at them first? In any case, I advance. If he misses, I will not. One way or the other they die. Let him claim his share. See if he can end them. No need to show him up. Then we shall rest Or we shall ferret out the last of them. And subsequently rest. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor? I killed Headless and vice versa when we were sacrifices, for holy glory and honour.
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Tattered Cloak what is this creature before my lords does he not know the honor graced to him merely by their visage he must be blinded their gaze is too brilliant that is the cause of his torment certainly this thrashing will not pass his body writhes and wriggles from my advances my strikes will not make purchase how grating here, the bloodied cloak its burden shall serve me may he choke on the detritus of his fellows In an attempt to cease his struggling, the Blood Standard itself will be tossed onto the sacrifice. Should it work, we'll finish the job. What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? Blood Standard, a name for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it.
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Headless Western Chamber Your mace makes short work of the two hapless sacrifices. You pledge them to the dirt with two swift blows. May their souls not trouble this place henceforth. It's only when the blood mist clears that you realise you're face-to-face with Rusted Shirt. What do you do? - Rusted Shirt Western Chamber Headless strikes down the two wretches, but still the magic that animates you throbs and grates inside your bones like vivid marrow. At least one more sacrifice yet lives. What do you do? - Blood Standard Eastern Chamber You hurl your namesake on the terrified sacrifice, staining his linen with the still-wet blood of his fellows. He screams, and screams, and screams, and then you tear off the cloak and put an end to all the noise. Still, you remain animate, so one of the sacrifices must still be alive. What do you do? - The Sacrifices In the Southern Entryway: 4 are dead In the Northern Entryway: 4 are dead In the Eastern Chamber: 1 is dead In the Western Chamber: 2 are dead In the Central Chamber: 1 sacrifice remains
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Tattered Cloak there retrieve the standard while I yet wake and embrace the sleep it does not take me still work to be done onward let us move into the center chamber that must be where she ran surely What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? Blood Standard, a name for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it.
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Rusted Shirt Two sacrifices fulfilled. That's why he is worthy. I know firsthand how he can kill. We do not rest I am not compelled to take my eternal station. One of them isn't dead yet. Six I saw. Four I slew. Two met their ends here. Those that guarded the south Have not been as successful. We close ranks and do our duty. I listen for breath I listen for a heartbeat I listen for a living soul To the Central Chamber. To the heart of the tomb To finish the job. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor? I killed Headless and vice versa when we were sacrifices, for holy glory and honour.
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Dec 6, 2018 03:03
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Headless The two sacrifices have been sent to meet their makers and I find myself facing my murderer and first victim. He seems to have lost his spear, holding instead a crude bloody sword. I toss him the half of a spear I am holding, I don't have much use for it. One of the intruders is still alive, I can feel it. I know that my brethren must be converging on him as I speak, rather then follow them I backtrack to find my holy symbol. Seeing the quality of this group of sacrifices, the odds of me saving even one are slim, but I can do my best to be ready for the next time. What connection do you have to those you’ve just killed or driven away? What memory did they evoke? I was part of the first wave of sacrifices, at the time it was a great honor for us.
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Tattered Cloak Central Chamber You clamber down the unlit shaft to the central chamber and see another of your number enter across the room - Rusted Shirt, coming from the West. Between you kneels the final sacrifice, white linen stained with a strange rainbow of fungal spores. Her eyes are crusted and bleeding and she scrabbles with one hand on the floor, too blind to see that she's flicking up clouds of toxic dust. What do you do? - Rusted Shirt Central Chamber You descend sharp steps to the central chamber and see another of your number enter across the room - Blood Standard, coming from the East. Between you kneels the final sacrifice, white linen stained with a strange rainbow of fungal spores. Her veins run black and almost seem to be trying to tear their way through her skin, and she grasps the edge of the middle sarcophagus with ebbing strength. What do you do? - Headless Southern Entryway You return to the Southern entryway and are reclaiming your eikon when you notice that one of the seven urns - resting places of the builder-madmen who carved this place - had been knocked over in the earlier chaos. Ash has spilled out over its niche and onto the floor. What else has spilled from inside? What do you do?
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Rusted Shirt An agonising death Would that they had not got this far The fungi will eat well. One last mercy we can offer One last kindness in the face of horror One last slice across the neck. Life's blood clotted and befouled by fungal intrusion Life's breath choked in an ever-growing musty web of mould strands Life's end hastened by a clean severance. I watch her stilled I watch her growing colder I watch her end. The duty is complete I return to my station I let eternity wash over me once more. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor? I killed Headless and vice versa when we were sacrifices, for holy glory and honour.
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Headless As I pick up my cross, I realize that the sacrilege has extended beyond resisting the will of the gods. One of the seven urns had been thrown open by the sacrifices. I move over to the wall to try and set it upright again but when I try to put the spilled ash back inside, it runs through my bony hands, back onto the floor. In my cupped palms a fragment of bone remains, much whiter than my phalanxes, still pristine. I cock my non-existent head as I peer at the strange find. Sifting through the ashes I find more bones, longer ones. Compared to our bones they seem too long, too curved, strangely twisted. Is this the work of the gods, did they punish the seven madmen? A sudden greed overcomes me and I plunge my arm into the urn digging through the ash. I find no skull. Disappointment turns to immediate and sharp guilt. I get up and grip my cross tightly as I retreat to the room with the pierced ceiling to pray and atone for this transgression. What connection do you have to those you’ve just killed or driven away? What memory did they evoke? I was part of the first wave of sacrifices, at the time it was a great honor for us.
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Tattered Cloak there she is mixing with the death-bringing fungus how she mocks us embracing the pain of fools for one final grab toward her gods i move quietly shuffling through the toxins as the rusted shirt looks on "my task must be finished" perhaps they relish in her pain perhaps they have grown cowardly perhaps they care not for bloodshed i approach her from behind see where her ribs match mine trace my missing heart over my cloak and pierce through hers What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? Blood Standard, a name for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it.
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ARISE AND PROTECT THE TOMB, SKELETAL GUARDIANSquote:Hellbeast Your rest has been fitful, disturbed by shattering noises echoing through the tomb. Finally you’re pulled back to the world, to the tomb, as you hear the wind whistle and howl through its corridors. One year has passed since the sacrificial slaughter of the offerings.  Where does Arrow-Shield stand guard? In the southern entryway, four urns have been broken. Two unnatural shapes move about, their long bones are covered with tendrils and muscles of fire. One has just unsealed the tomb, the other is kneeling near one of the broken urns, sifting through ash, pulling out and arranging strange bones. A dim red light emanates from the northern crossroad and you can hear the noise of something digging. What do you do? Fathis Munk fucked around with this message at 22:29 on Dec 16, 2018 |
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Arrow-shield It's been far too long Or not long enough Since I last awoke. I sit slumped over Axe slipping away Half-buried in rot. The central chamber Is more vivid now Than I remember. But this is no time to think of the past. I have a duty to do. I hear scraping down the passages, distant digging and sifting that can only mean one thing - someone or something is trying to dig their way into or out of the tomb. The black iron law engraved in my bones cries out to be enforced, and I am up and away. I heft my shield Tear free my old axe And lurch up and east. This infernal noise Fills the entire tomb But I hear the source. If I can hear them Then I can find them And I can kill them. Arrow-shield stands (well, sits) guard in the central chamber, and is heading east.
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Dec 16, 2018 22:46
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Rusted Shirt I hear defilers! I take stock of what I have A cutting blade and half a spear It will have to do. We must do our duty Southward I trek. The sound of despoilment drives me They have damaged that which we must protect. Could they rouse the fallen one? In the great sarcophagus are the bones of Kelchiredzem A vile creature defeated in ages past We must not let it live again. Its arrival was cataclysm. Its defeat was Pyrrhic. Its return would be apocalyptic. We exist so that it will not. We fight so that it will not. We guard so that it will not. Who here among the skeletons was once a great rival of yours, and in what endeavor? I killed Headless and vice versa when we were sacrifices, for holy glory and honour. Whose bones rest within the great sarcophagus? Kelchiredzem, a vile creature defeated in ages past.
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Dec 16, 2018 23:43
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Tattered Cloak somber snoring stone drowned out by the familiar cacophony of moaning tubes waking the garbed guard again the painted behemoth glares with six eyes down to earth first sight of the eyeless one always their eyes stare at something beyond nature's transgression enraged, pained, casting judgment now only on their servant or their quarry ... corpse of the writhing fool partially swallowed by fungus unworthy of the cause now forgotten by time the shield-bearer joins me now there is a worthy soul (From what I recall...) "the urns have been disturbed" the builder's resting place once again shaken by intruders there shall I find more to punish more to execute Heading South. What byname did you earn in life that describes your greatest accomplishment? Blood Standard, for the cloak which was once sopping in blood, as well as the executioner who bore it.
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Dec 17, 2018 17:40
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Arrow-shield Nothern Crossroad You follow the sound of bone on stone until you reach the northern crossroad. There, one of the creatures is digging at the rock wall with their bare hands. They are making slow but surprisingly steady progress, the beginning of a new corridor already apparent. They seem absorbed in their work and don't notice you. What do you do? - Rusted Shirt Southern Crossroad As you reach the southern crossroad, on the way to the southern entryway, you find yourself facing one of the intruders. They must have come north from the entryway and are stepping disinterestedly over the inanimate bones of Headless. They move toward you calmly, with a sense of purpose, hands raised as to shoo you back. What do you do? - Tattered Cloak Southern Crossroad You reach the crossroad a few moments after Rusted Shirt, and the intruder pays you no heed as he moves towards your fellow guardian. From where you are standing you can see the fiery shape of a second creature beyond the crossroad, in the southern entryway. Red light ebbs and flows around the kneeling shape. What do you do?
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Arrow-shield Too long, not human Fingerbones carving But for what purpose? No, it's irrelevant. The law compels me and I flow towards the intruder as if caught in a river - I choose how I move and fall, but it will take me to the same place, as ever. Still, I can delay the inevitable with a slow, quiet ambush, and we shall see what the creature does in the meantime. It, consumed by work I, treading lightly Our bones click in time. Creeping in for a sneak attack.
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