Flintlock & Tomahawk: Endgame

[sblock]Whoa. I was waiting for someone to do something, and I almost forgot about this thread as I waited. Are we still on here? If no one makes a decision by tomorrow night, then I'll push this along on Friday. :) (I have plans tomorrow.)[/sblock]
 

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When he sees Abcott shudder, then visibly exhale a sigh of relief, Sykes decides to draw nearer. When he sees the writing tablet, he grimaces at the sight of the unfortunate soul, but nevertheless reaches toward the table for it.

"There is something written here..."

[sblock] Heh, sorry, I was waiting for you to reply to the Sanity check KL, would have acted sooner had I realized you were waiting for us.[/sblock]
 

Rookseye: A casual glance at the tablet shows that it's mostly notes on a variety of dissections that have been carried out over the last few weeks. The subjects are usually human, and the dissector has moved from simple exploratory work towards things more like what you can see in front of you now. As the experiments continue, the handwriting gets more raggedy, and you can see strange symbols scrawled in the margins. [Sanity check, please.]

Everyone: As Sykes studies the tablets, you can hear a thump, followed by a throbbing hum from somewhere beyond the doors on the opposite end of the room. It sounds both distant and close simultaneously.
 


[sblock]Rookseye: Take 1 San damage.[/sblock]Sykes: The annotations are subversively disturbing and, coupled with the strange symbols, feel slightly off, as if more were going on in the tablet than meets the eye.

Everyone: The humming grows louder, as does the thumping sound, which becomes more regular, almost like a drum keeping time. The table shakes slightly each time there's a thump, the instruments on top of it clattering. The seams in the innards of the dissected corpse seem to pulse in time with each beat.
 

Shaking his head slowly from side to side, Sykes tries to clear the awful suggestions of the tablet from his mind. As the banging of the table in time with the door grows louder, he begins to back away toward the passageway he and his compatriots entered from, slowly tamping powder into his musket.

"Back toward the tunnel fellows! 'Ware what comes from behind the door!"
 

[sblock]I'm going to *bump* this in the hopes that WgX or Committed will post. If I don't hear from them by Monday night, I'll push things along with the assumption that y'all run back into the tunnel.[/sblock]
 

Almost frantic after the sight of the altar, Abcott grasps his gun with white fists as he peers at the door. If his compatriots are backing away, he will strive to be closest to the threat in the hopes of facing it.
 

The humming and pulsing get louder and louder until they finally culminate in one loud thump. Small rocks fall from the ceiling and the ground shakes. A brilliant, sickly yellow light shines through the doors on the opposite side of the room. And, then, just as suddenly, all is silent and the light dies out.

A few moments later, you hear the thumping and humming start again. You can also hear some chanting in a foreign language. As the white noise grows louder, however, the chanting gets harder and harder to hear.
 

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