Thump thump. Thump thump.
Groggily, you all come about, awakened by the beat of your own heart. Your muscles ache as is from long disuse and fire seems to pump through your veins. You lie stretched out upon a cold table, your clothes torn and shredded in multiple places.
Getting up, you find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings. You stand within a large room, strangely made metal tables like the one you awoke on scattered about. Unfamiliar metallic instruments are scattered about on most of them, some seemingly benign, others promising a more sinister purpose.
And then, you notice IT at your feet. A bloody mess, heaped upon the floor. Looking about the room again, you notice bloodstains splattered about the room, on the walls, on the floor, even on the ceiling. Even on you. For the first time you notice your clothes are more than simply torn. They're nearly covered in blood, as are your hands.
Slowly, your eyes turn back to the thing on the floor. The thought rises unbidden. Was the wreckage at your feet once ... a man? It’s hard to believe looking at it. After all, what could do something so ... gruesome? And then ... the thing begins to speak.
The voice wheezes as the mass quivers, obviously in pain. Your whole body aches simply watching it speak and move, unsure how it still lives. "Y-y-you fools. You haven't stopped me. You haven't achieved anything!"
A fit of coughing consumes it for a moment, and blood begins to flow from it, pooling about it.
"You'll never escape my Tower alive. NEVER!" The form begins to cough again, this time more violent than the last. A cough turns into a sudden gasp, and suddenly the figure halts its motion and seems to collapse into itself. It begins to bubble, then smoke. Suddenly it combusts, burning with a bright green flame but putting out no heat that you can feel. Before your eyes the creature burns away, no trace remaining aside from the blood splattered about the walls and the horrified looks on your companion’s faces.
Where are you? How did you come to be here? Why do you feel so ... different? Who are these people you are with? And ... were you responsible for whatever that was?
OOC: You stand within a very large room. Aside from your torn clothes, you have no other possessions with you. You are fairly covered in blood, your hands in particular are stained a gruesome shade of red. The room is filled with a variety of weird and strange metallic instruments as well as a number of tables. There are two obvious doors, one on the Western side of the room and one on the Northern. Upon awakening, your characters have gained their Powers, instinctively knowing how to use them.
Groggily, you all come about, awakened by the beat of your own heart. Your muscles ache as is from long disuse and fire seems to pump through your veins. You lie stretched out upon a cold table, your clothes torn and shredded in multiple places.
Getting up, you find yourself in unfamiliar surroundings. You stand within a large room, strangely made metal tables like the one you awoke on scattered about. Unfamiliar metallic instruments are scattered about on most of them, some seemingly benign, others promising a more sinister purpose.
And then, you notice IT at your feet. A bloody mess, heaped upon the floor. Looking about the room again, you notice bloodstains splattered about the room, on the walls, on the floor, even on the ceiling. Even on you. For the first time you notice your clothes are more than simply torn. They're nearly covered in blood, as are your hands.
Slowly, your eyes turn back to the thing on the floor. The thought rises unbidden. Was the wreckage at your feet once ... a man? It’s hard to believe looking at it. After all, what could do something so ... gruesome? And then ... the thing begins to speak.
The voice wheezes as the mass quivers, obviously in pain. Your whole body aches simply watching it speak and move, unsure how it still lives. "Y-y-you fools. You haven't stopped me. You haven't achieved anything!"
A fit of coughing consumes it for a moment, and blood begins to flow from it, pooling about it.
"You'll never escape my Tower alive. NEVER!" The form begins to cough again, this time more violent than the last. A cough turns into a sudden gasp, and suddenly the figure halts its motion and seems to collapse into itself. It begins to bubble, then smoke. Suddenly it combusts, burning with a bright green flame but putting out no heat that you can feel. Before your eyes the creature burns away, no trace remaining aside from the blood splattered about the walls and the horrified looks on your companion’s faces.
Where are you? How did you come to be here? Why do you feel so ... different? Who are these people you are with? And ... were you responsible for whatever that was?
OOC: You stand within a very large room. Aside from your torn clothes, you have no other possessions with you. You are fairly covered in blood, your hands in particular are stained a gruesome shade of red. The room is filled with a variety of weird and strange metallic instruments as well as a number of tables. There are two obvious doors, one on the Western side of the room and one on the Northern. Upon awakening, your characters have gained their Powers, instinctively knowing how to use them.
