jmucchiello
Hero
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Into the Woods
mips42
Adventurer
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Albrecht's axe cleaves through the doll-like figure, causing splinters to fly across the room. But they are not splinters. Bones, sinews, and the cruel laugh of the creature have burrowed into the ugly dwarf's brain, and he is furious with the trouble this creature has caused him and his companions.
It falls silent, at the floor beneath their feet. A nuisance that had challenged them all. The room is still and quiet.
It falls silent, at the floor beneath their feet. A nuisance that had challenged them all. The room is still and quiet.
mips42
Adventurer
The Dolls' carcass, now not much more than torn bits of cloth and straw, falls to the floor , limp. As you sigh in relief, a warped figure, black, red, and twisted crawls out of the lump. Three burning red eyes peer at you briefly and then, with a sound somewhere between nails on a chalk board and metal being torn apart, the thing is torn to shreds and disappears in a thin wisp of oily black smoke.
jmucchiello
Hero
"By the gods of Twilight! Are we still expecting to find this child alive in this house of horrors?" Terry says. "Because I don't see how that's possible."
"Surely if he did come in here, then we should pity him. For the child will be as dead as the rest of the inhabitants of this house."
Albrecht feels a draft, and begins to explore the pile of refuse in the corner of the room.
Albrecht feels a draft, and begins to explore the pile of refuse in the corner of the room.
JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
"That was weird," Bimpnott states, simultaneously relieved the doll is gone and frightened by the warped three-eyed figure.
"That boy can't be alive anymore if he went here," he agrees with Albrecht, remembering the many times he himself has now almost died in this place. "If his body is here, we need to find it and give it a proper goodbye, however."
His large eyes look around again, scared.
"But maybe he's not here?" Bimpnott says hopefully.
"That boy can't be alive anymore if he went here," he agrees with Albrecht, remembering the many times he himself has now almost died in this place. "If his body is here, we need to find it and give it a proper goodbye, however."
His large eyes look around again, scared.
"But maybe he's not here?" Bimpnott says hopefully.
"We can hope," says Albrecht, not turning around.
mips42
Adventurer
The refuse pile in the corner is only the remains of a long bench, a portion of which Albrecht smashed earlier, stretches the northern wall of this extended waiting room. On the southern wall, two large oak doors stand closed. A tree is carved upon the door with leaves carved at the end of each branch, saying the names of each general that had served and lived within the manor, including their years of servitude. The Generals names appear from the earliest at the top to those later further down. The last name on the tree says “General Oscar Montarthas”; there are no more.
Now that you have a moment, you also find a small chest tucked under the bench.
Now that you have a moment, you also find a small chest tucked under the bench.
JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
"Suppose we can take a short breather before continuing?" Bimpnott suggests, looking weary.
He also points out the chest under the bench, but he is not getting near it.
He also points out the chest under the bench, but he is not getting near it.
