Dark Nemesis
First Post
Randolph’s footsteps sounded thunderous as he slowly crossed the office to check on Killington. There were no other sounds, however. Professor Killington did not reply, and did not move save for his hair occasionally being ruffled by the cool breeze.
Slowly, Randolph drew nearer, until he was within arms length of Killington. Then, with a gasp the Professor sat upright and lashed out, grabbing Randolph’s wrists in an iron grip. “They’re coming,” he hissed. He stared up at Randolph, though he could not have seen him. Killington’s eyes had been gouged out, and blood ran down his cheeks like crimson tears. His throat, too, had been cut, his shirt front covered with his lifeblood.
(OOC: The shock of Killington’s outburst necessitated a sanity check. Starting sanity was 50, Randolph rolled a 75. His current sanity is 47.)
Slowly, Randolph drew nearer, until he was within arms length of Killington. Then, with a gasp the Professor sat upright and lashed out, grabbing Randolph’s wrists in an iron grip. “They’re coming,” he hissed. He stared up at Randolph, though he could not have seen him. Killington’s eyes had been gouged out, and blood ran down his cheeks like crimson tears. His throat, too, had been cut, his shirt front covered with his lifeblood.
(OOC: The shock of Killington’s outburst necessitated a sanity check. Starting sanity was 50, Randolph rolled a 75. His current sanity is 47.)