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  • #264182

    Aria looked at the note in her hands, her anger leaving so fast her heart skipped a beat. She read it over and over again before crumpling it up and going over to where Mal and Dominic were. She didn’t reply to Mal and didn’t even seem to achknowledge that she heard her, she just walked on with a rigid gate.

    I’m going to die in here. She thought, and remembered before she got into this Estate where she thought the same thing.

    Press Start To Begin!- DAGames
    Life is the hardest game, what will you do to win?
    "You just gotta fist the boss to do more damage!"- GaLm, EtG.

    #264185

    The trail of blood was peculiar to say the least, there was the fresh blood from the recent fight but underneath that there was much older blood which was ingrained in the cobble years old. Like something had been dragged over the floor again and again over the years.

    The archway was bleak and reared of blood, light from torches thankfully illuminated the path ahead, revealing that the trail continues onward. This hallway thankfully was short, the door being in clear view from where the party was at.

    Press Start To Begin!- DAGames
    Life is the hardest game, what will you do to win?
    "You just gotta fist the boss to do more damage!"- GaLm, EtG.

    #264505
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    “Strange…” Grom murmurs, wiping his now bloodstained fingers into one of the brigand’s clothes.

    “At least two bodies, maybe more, were dragged along this way. One quite recently, the others long time ago – I’m talking years here. Fresh blood covers dried.” He scratched his head. Whatever it was, surely wasn’t right.

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

    [collapse]
    #313461

    The group would move onward, Dominic in the lead with Mal, Aria, then lastly Grom. Entering the next room would lead to a horrific sight. Severed body parts littered the floor, arms, hands, legs, feet, all neatly assorted into their own piles. The dried part of the blood trail would lead into the piles of body parts, while the fresh blood would lead to the end of the room.

    At the end of the square room that would be similar in design to the room that was flooded with liquid earlier would be a body, a body of a madman who was still alive. He was in a straight jacket that had broken at the arms so he could move them freely. He had a wound on his leg that was slowly bleeding and clearly badly scraped, matching how the fresh blood on the floor would’ve been created.

    The man stared wide eyed at the group as they entered, clearly surprised that there were people still alive in this place. His mouth was moving but no sound came out, maybe perhaps he was parched or that he couldn’t speak at all.

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    Life is the hardest game, what will you do to win?
    "You just gotta fist the boss to do more damage!"- GaLm, EtG.

    #316996

    If this had been her first run this sight would’ve made her throw up. Thankfully the Warrens had prepared her for this kind of grossness.

    She didn’t even notice the man at first, she was more focused on screaming silently to herself than to really pay attention.

    What she did realize, was that there was supposed to be a creature in here. The question was…..where was it?

    Press Start To Begin!- DAGames
    Life is the hardest game, what will you do to win?
    "You just gotta fist the boss to do more damage!"- GaLm, EtG.

    #317320
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    Grom levels the gun on the man. “Who or what did this? Quick!” He barked while scanning the room, trying his best to ignore the masses of human body parts… it was not easy.

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #317328
    black379
    black379
    Participant

    Mallilie grimaced as she took in the gore piled up about the room. Being towards the front, it didn’t take her long to spot the man cowering at the other side of the room, especially as Grom was quick to point a barrel at his face. To be fair, she would have done the same, but Grom seemed to have him covered well enough.
    “Echh… ‘s he another bandit or somethin? Don’t shoot him just yet!”
    Her tone was markedly sarcastic to poke fun at Aria. If she couldn’t distract herself with something, she would probably have lost her lunch.

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    The silver lining seldom lies in sight too plain to see
    But trust our story's end can bring redemption for the pain endured

    #323432
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Participant

    /Dominic/

    The Mountain of a man stepped forward; brandishing his sword, blade pointed to the bloody floor, as the glistening skulls on the pommel looked to either side of gore flanking the party. He brought a fist around and slammed against his barely concealed chest, a sound akin to a wardrum, as he held the sword out in a means of salute to the Madman.
    “We are Heroes from the Darkest Estate. We bring The Light, fair soul; come forth, slowly, and we shall aide you.”

    Dominic’s fist fell to his side, and his sword pulled back to somewhere between combative and idle; it was apparent he was ready to swing his sword up into a Low-Guard stance, should the need arise. With his fist, though, he held it open to his comrades in general; his fingers flexing, beckoning an item:
    “Water, my friends… Avert your eyes from the carnage, look to me: your Bastion. I will guide you through this, if you need.” He offered, and asked for, as his helm’s visored slit stared emotionlessly at the Madman.

    The gore was… unsettling. He had been on countless Crusades, in the harsh desert and cold alike; seen blood shed on soil, stone, wood and structure alike… Gore beyond salvation. And yet… In the dark, as the torchlight glimmered off blood and broken bone, he felt his stomach turn and the beginnings of doubt swirl in the guts of his mind.
    Only just quelled by his religious fervor…

    "Sometimes there are a lot of words..."
    "Half the people don't make it to gravy."
    -Vanitypirate
    "'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
    That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain" - The Devil and The Huntsman
    "I've got an intelligence of six, please, I got this." - Grog

    #323455

    The madman looked at Dominic, a wide smile slowly forming on the man’s face. He started cackling, like Dom had just said the funniest thing in the world to him.

    “Rubble… To ruin. The Prohpet has foreseen your doom! I don’t know what’s he’s doing. But I know that death will be by a ghoul!” He spoke, laughing the entire time. Clearly insanity had taken over his brain, but perhaps he could be saved.

    Dominic would remember those words, ‘rubble to ruin’, like the voice that had spoken to him before when the blue stone was destroyed. He would, also, know that this man in front of him wasn’t the same person that spoke to him then.

    Grom, would feel something splatter on his arms, and if he looked up he would find blood was leaking down from the beam above.

    Press Start To Begin!- DAGames
    Life is the hardest game, what will you do to win?
    "You just gotta fist the boss to do more damage!"- GaLm, EtG.

    #323482
    Two-Steps-Back
    Two-Steps-Back
    Participant

    The half-rotted, and more disturbingly half-eaten corpse of a man, an unlucky brigand if the tattered remains of his gear are anything to go by, was carefully draped over a crossbeam above Grom. If he was fast enough in looking up, Grom would get a brief glimpse of the abattoir’s resident before they landed on him; a surprisingly average-looking man, garbed in blood-splattered and torn priests robes, and wielding a pair of daggers.

    #324737
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    Grom was aiming down the sights, anger growing at the madman’s gibbering, when suddenly he felt something tap his shoulder. Instead of looking at WHAT that was, he looked up to see WHERE it came from. It bought him precious seconds, as he immediately dived away, head and arms first, right towards a pile of corpses.

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #325003
    Two-Steps-Back
    Two-Steps-Back
    Participant

    The ‘Ghoul’ quickly corrects for the loss of his ‘springboard’, tucking into a roll just as he hit the ground, and smoothly transitioning into a combat stance from there. “… I was expecting Folter’s followers…” The man states in a flat tone.

    #325024
    black379
    black379
    Participant

    Mal gripped her rifle close to her chest, and glared at the madman as he ranted. Her finger twitched on the trigger guard, ready to shoot if she needed. Her gaze was distracted by Dominic, ever the figure of solidarity. She was jealous of his stature, for she couldn’t command the others as he did, and even worse she relied on him to keep her head among all the filth and blood.
    “JEEZ-!!”
    The body fell over Grom, and Mallilie quickly spun, and fired her musket in the general direction of the corpse.

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    The silver lining seldom lies in sight too plain to see
    But trust our story's end can bring redemption for the pain endured

    #325209
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Participant

    /Dominic/

    The shuffle of Grom’s feet, and respective wet slap of flesh on leather inspired enough curiosity in the giant to turn his helmed head to divine just what was so required to fetch some water for the madman.

    What was presented before him was, at first, baffling; a man of the cloth, seemingly, who impressed such vile and hateful airs. Good; perhaps in an earlier life, but now the enemy. His mind flowed as simply as his hands: flourishing his sword in an easy arc into both his gloved paws, wielding it in a low stance, ready to flick out in either a quick pommel strike or wide swipes. Letting the crossguard rest roughly at his waist.

    Despite Grom’s danger, Dominic stepped forward and posed himself to the robed fellow, his daggers were worrying, but manageable… However, he did flinch as he heard Mallilie’s musket crack in its signature thundering way, sending his helmet ringing with the noise as he did his best to keep his poise and position himself, now, between the musketeer and the apparent daggerman.

    He could only surmount a grumbling growl, as the ringing subsided in his ears. Dominic knew the rational response was to impose a defensive posture, and he had, though he was all too ready to mount an offensive. With a roll of his shoulders, he shifted his longsword from its low guard to a middle guard: holding it poignantly parallel to his midline.

    "Sometimes there are a lot of words..."
    "Half the people don't make it to gravy."
    -Vanitypirate
    "'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
    That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain" - The Devil and The Huntsman
    "I've got an intelligence of six, please, I got this." - Grog

    #325212

    The shot, being fired out of panic without real aim, passed by Grom, and the ‘ghoul’. However, out of the facts stated, and that Aria had not even decided to move from her spot, she was the unlucky target for the shot which if it couldn’t hit her via how it was fired, would hit her anyway via richocheting.

    She had spinned to look at the bloody priest that had fallen from the ceiling that had tried to ambush Grom, her mind thinking it was the creature. As she did so she heard the sound of Mals gun firing, and the next thing she knew her right arm, below the elbow in the middle of her forearm had ignited with pain.
    Blood was gushing out of Arias arm, the Musket ball was at her feet. Her arm had been almost blasted off, the musket ball taking a chunk out of it. It broke some of the bone, causing the lower part of her arm to dangle off like fabric that had been torn partly off.

    She screamed in pain and fell to her knees, out of all the things she hadn’t expected to be shot by her own teammate, even if it was an accident. She shakingly held the dangling lower part of her arm so it would cause less pain and make sure it didn’t tear completely off. Shock had reduced her senses but pain courses through her still.

    Press Start To Begin!- DAGames
    Life is the hardest game, what will you do to win?
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