SepticGentleman

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Theresa ot an Bol'hjar, Benedict Kaspin

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The robed figure was mumbling to itself.

"Retreating... I'll get- Horris is dead... Supply..."

There was something rather mechanical about its voice. The duo approached it cautiously. Theresa kept her hand on the grip of her sword. She stepped toward the figure ahead of Ben and called out, "Excuse me?"

"Hands... not coming... west dis- blocked... where... supply..."

"Excuse me!"

"Baldwin is go- back... workshop..."

"We're not getting anything out of him." Ben said, eyeing the figure with curiosity. "He's lost his mind."

"I just want to know what it is." Theresa replied, "Definitely not human. Not now, at least. But it's wearing the same flesh robe as some of the bodies around here."

"The Keeper mentioned something about the masters of this place. Engineers. Maybe this is one of them. Or... what's left of him."

They both watched as the Engineer stumbled away, still muttering to itself. "Clinic... Kan- use those... no... underground..." It said, moving further away.

"The old district is supposed to be on the other side of town. Guess we'll just have to climb over the rubble if he can't tell us the quickest route."

"It said something about the underground? Maybe the place has tunnels we can use."

"Keeper told me that's a bad idea. Stuff down there we shouldn't mess with. And judging by what we've seen so far, I trust him on the notion."

"Fine. Let's head up that way."

Theresa pointed towards the only open street not blocked by rubble or the body of some kind of horrendous being, and the two were on their way.

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Gerald Pithers

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What a night this was.

One happening after another. And Gerald was so valiantly calm and dismissive of all the present dangers. The Taken? All they were to him were more jungle beasts. Savage ruffians. Unfavorable creatures of the night, bone-whacked ne'er-do-wells...

"... BELLIGERENT CALCIUM FIENDS, DRAMATIZED OPERA WASTRELS, MEAT-STAHVED VAGABONDS..." Gerald went on and on, coming up with weaker and weaker names for the Taken as Cia and Saaria just went to town on them.

Kind of made him feel a bit bad, being so useless in this situation. He was still hoisted over Saaria's back, able to do naught but provide commentary as she combatted her adversaries. And what a poor seat to have at the show, being turned away from all the action. Was absolutely terrible, all of it. Made Gerald miss the theater groups back in Chapel Valley, before the many churches halted their performances indefinitely. Oh, what he wouldn't give to see those fantastic shows again. That one group, the Westwood Stage League? So many tales involving graveyards and the wonders of the afterlife. Gerald would have been perfect for one of those, given his current physical state of being. Alas, the poor folks were branded necromantic sympathizers and hung at the Weepers' Drop.

Chapel Valley.

How long had it been?

How long had he been asleep?

He thought about it all as flaming bits of Taken flew past him. What'd really happened, and how much of an impact it should have had on him. What he missed upon his demise and would never see again. Lively streets, fond friends, tall drinks...

"AH..." He said, completely lost from the battle at hand.

"WOT A NOIGHT INDEED..."

@luclovers
@Cuccoruler

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Out of curiosity, I'd like to ask all participants what they like the sound of more; something falling from the sky, or something rising up from the ground?

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@Empour

That sounds like a fine idea! Just lemme get this bastard marked and we can get to the socialising and copious amounts of drinking.

@Horrid

PREPARE FOR THE QUIVERING.

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I'm having a problem with the forum software. When I try to go to Page 10 of the IC, I get booted to page 1. All the others are fine. Anyone else having this issue?

@Empour

Not a problem on my end. Weird.

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Theresa ot an Bol'hjar, Benedict Kaspin

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The cobblestone beneath the duo's feet was barely visible with all the dust, bodies, and rubble scattered about. Nowhere in sight looked to be free of anything indicating the carnage that took place here.

"All these bodies..." Theresa began to say as she walked, "I can barely tell who was allied with who. There's people in peasant garb, church robes, metal coats, flesh coats..."

"And then there's the nonhuman bodies."

Quite a few were around as well. Bodies of monstrous beings, some relatively intact, others so torn apart by explosions and riddled with bullet holes that it was impossible to tell what they used to be.

"This was one hell of a battle." Theresa commented, lowly.

The street ahead of them was blocked by rubble, so they elected to cut through an alley to the right. They passed under a stained, broken window, both wondering just how all of this happened.

"I forgot to mention it earlier, but..." Theresa began, "I'm pretty sure we're both seeing the same scene now, right? No split in perception?"

"None. Far as I can tell." Ben replied. Something was wrong with his tone. He lost the chipper attitude he had when they were coming here.

They exited the alleyway and entered an open section of the city. All around them was more of what they'd already seen so far. Right before them was a large building that had been crushed under the fallen corpse of a gigantic, six-legged creature. Under its blanket of dust were what looked like sections of meat and bone, damaged from artillery fire. Its head was split open, charred and mangled.

"This..." Theresa exclaimed, "How did they manage to kill this?"

"Artillery. Lots of artillery. Not a lot of things can stand up to that."

Theresa turned her head, observing the open district square. "Something's alive out there." She said, with a bit of worry. Ahead, stumbling amidst the wreckage, was a slender figure wearing a hooded cloak of withered flesh, draped in dust, walking on two metal legs with strips of flesh interwoven between them. The face under the hood was nothing but a flickering light.

It seemed like it was... lost.

"Think it's hostile?"

"Could be. If not... could tell us something about the place. Maybe point us to the old district."

Theresa nodded, and the two approached the figure.

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<Snipped quote by SepticGentleman>

I WANT TO GET OFF MR. SKELTAL'S WILD RIDE.

@UrbanEvolution

YOU PAID FOR THE TICKET, YOU GET THE FULL ELEVEN-YEAR-LONG EXPERIENCE.

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Dark Souls has touched this post

@UrbanEvolution

Fucking skeletons.

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Slow day today. Huh. Wonder if that had anything to do with my PS4 arriving.

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I have updated my character page with the info the characters will have learned so far about the current plot arc. It will update as we play through it. Prepare for twists. (But don't worry, only like 2 or 3 in game days left in arc).

@SepticGentleman
@Cuccoruler
@Doc Doctor

If any other people have characters in need of a home, Unterosten has some lovely real estate!

@luclovers

Oh yeah, stone temples, overgrowth, and lumbering horrors in the night. My kind of vacation spot.