Post by Somnus on Mar 1, 2016 2:22:24 GMT -5
A pair of verdant purple and orange colored irises watched from afar as their owner's guests began to slowly awake from their slumber, one by powerless one. They were all in their own separate cells, as they should be, the only light entering from a large grate far above, and from a few dim torches scattered aimlessly on the walls. The bars holding the contestants in were wrought of thick iron, nearly as big around as the wrist, with heavy latchwork hanging about the steel framed doorway. There would be no escaping these cells, not without assistance. Not without the key.
Ahh, the key. One of many necessary items that the group would need to survive their future hardships. One might say that it would be the key to their survival, almost. Of course there wasn't just the one key, each of them would have their own. And they would find it in due time.
But for now, the eyes merely watched, smiling, as the group came to.
"Welcome, dear mortals, to a little game of mine. I am sure you must be wondering where exactly you are, perhaps how you got here, or for what reasons. Those answers will come, all in due time, but a far more pressing concern that you should have is how you will make it out of here alive." A powerful and deep voice echoed, just as the last awoke from their troubled slumber.
A line of torches in a hall at the far end of the square room lit, exposing a long hallway pockmarked with nooks and holes in the walls.
"These torches shall light your way, through the dark halls of my heritage. Mind that you not stray from your path, lest you be lost forever to the horrors within. On the floors of the empty cells in this room you will find things, remnants of those who came before you, of those who failed. Weaponry, perhaps, protection. Release your chains, equip yourselves, and steel your resolve for the hardships before you. Your mettle will be tested in this place, severely."
Now for the details. Each member of the party would awake to find themselves dressed, if it could be called that, in an assortment of tattered rags. The scraps of stiff cloth were barely enough to cover one's modesty, much less anything else, but they were something at least. Besides that, each individual was fitted with a collar of black metal, cold to the touch.
True to the voice's word, in the adjoining cells were many corpses in various states of decay. In all, there were four bodies with reasonably lootable items. Three of them were wrapped in a series of leather bindings, which looked sturdy enough to protect without much hindrance, the fourth one bearing a set of scale mail in less than decent condition.
As far as weaponry goes, there were few choices available. One body held tight to a pair of studded leather hand wraps, yet another had a metal shiv buried in its side, a third held an ancient but still serviceable crossbow, and yet another held a bent sword.
Curiously, the contestants would find themselves unable to use their gifts. Supernatural powers or naturally gained abilities, the means were there, the body was able, but the ability would not come. The people were well and truly alone, with none but themselves and their companions to help them.
Ahh, the key. One of many necessary items that the group would need to survive their future hardships. One might say that it would be the key to their survival, almost. Of course there wasn't just the one key, each of them would have their own. And they would find it in due time.
But for now, the eyes merely watched, smiling, as the group came to.
"Welcome, dear mortals, to a little game of mine. I am sure you must be wondering where exactly you are, perhaps how you got here, or for what reasons. Those answers will come, all in due time, but a far more pressing concern that you should have is how you will make it out of here alive." A powerful and deep voice echoed, just as the last awoke from their troubled slumber.
A line of torches in a hall at the far end of the square room lit, exposing a long hallway pockmarked with nooks and holes in the walls.
"These torches shall light your way, through the dark halls of my heritage. Mind that you not stray from your path, lest you be lost forever to the horrors within. On the floors of the empty cells in this room you will find things, remnants of those who came before you, of those who failed. Weaponry, perhaps, protection. Release your chains, equip yourselves, and steel your resolve for the hardships before you. Your mettle will be tested in this place, severely."
Now for the details. Each member of the party would awake to find themselves dressed, if it could be called that, in an assortment of tattered rags. The scraps of stiff cloth were barely enough to cover one's modesty, much less anything else, but they were something at least. Besides that, each individual was fitted with a collar of black metal, cold to the touch.
True to the voice's word, in the adjoining cells were many corpses in various states of decay. In all, there were four bodies with reasonably lootable items. Three of them were wrapped in a series of leather bindings, which looked sturdy enough to protect without much hindrance, the fourth one bearing a set of scale mail in less than decent condition.
As far as weaponry goes, there were few choices available. One body held tight to a pair of studded leather hand wraps, yet another had a metal shiv buried in its side, a third held an ancient but still serviceable crossbow, and yet another held a bent sword.
Curiously, the contestants would find themselves unable to use their gifts. Supernatural powers or naturally gained abilities, the means were there, the body was able, but the ability would not come. The people were well and truly alone, with none but themselves and their companions to help them.
