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 lie upon most of them, some seemingly benign, others promising a more sinister purpose.
And then, you notice IT at your feet. A bloody mess, the badly mangled remains of some creature, lies heaped upon the floor. What is was before you couldn't begin to guess; the remains have been so thoroughly destroyed as to erase any evidence of past race. Looking about the room again, you begin to notice bloodstains splattered about the room, on the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. And even on you. For the first time you notice your clothes are more than simply torn. They're soaked in blood, as are your hands.
Slowly, your eyes turn back to the thing on the floor. The thought rises unbidden in your mind. Were you the one who responsible for ... it? It’s hard to believe looking at it. After all, what could do something so ... horrible? 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 underneath 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 collapses into itself. It begins to bubble, then smoke. The smoke intensifies and then suddenly the creature combusts, burning with a bright green flame. Before your eyes the creature burns away, no trace remaining aside from a circle of blackened floor where it had sat and the horrified looks on your companion’s faces.
Questions immediately begin to swarm through your mind, one coming after another. 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 just happened?
OOC: You stand within a very large room. Aside from your torn clothes you have no possessions with you. You are fairly covered in blood, with your hands in particular stained a rather gruesome shade of red. The room is filled with a variety of weird and strange metallic instruments as well as a number of tables, including the ones you were all laying on when you awoke. 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 lie upon most of them, some seemingly benign, others promising a more sinister purpose.
And then, you notice IT at your feet. A bloody mess, the badly mangled remains of some creature, lies heaped upon the floor. What is was before you couldn't begin to guess; the remains have been so thoroughly destroyed as to erase any evidence of past race. Looking about the room again, you begin to notice bloodstains splattered about the room, on the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. And even on you. For the first time you notice your clothes are more than simply torn. They're soaked in blood, as are your hands.
Slowly, your eyes turn back to the thing on the floor. The thought rises unbidden in your mind. Were you the one who responsible for ... it? It’s hard to believe looking at it. After all, what could do something so ... horrible? 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 underneath 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 collapses into itself. It begins to bubble, then smoke. The smoke intensifies and then suddenly the creature combusts, burning with a bright green flame. Before your eyes the creature burns away, no trace remaining aside from a circle of blackened floor where it had sat and the horrified looks on your companion’s faces.
Questions immediately begin to swarm through your mind, one coming after another. 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 just happened?
OOC: You stand within a very large room. Aside from your torn clothes you have no possessions with you. You are fairly covered in blood, with your hands in particular stained a rather gruesome shade of red. The room is filled with a variety of weird and strange metallic instruments as well as a number of tables, including the ones you were all laying on when you awoke. 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.
