Post by Ninmast on Apr 12, 2010 13:21:53 GMT -5
Spain - 789 A.D.
The worst part about it was that all they could hear was the sound of their own feet hammering against the stone, the air hammering against their lungs and their hearts hammering against their chests. It was only the two of them left, the carriage master had died in the crash. Now, they thought that perhaps their only hope was to seek refuge within the castle walls.
She froze on the battlements when she heard the sound. A sound like ooze sloshing accompanied by the sound of bat wings. The same sound that had precursored the scream of the carriage master before they went off the embankment. For a moment, the image returned to her mind.
She and the warrior with her had been returning from a very profitable adventure in Southern Spain and were on their way back to France. They had taken a carriage because they could afford it and it was just an enjoyable way to travel and pass the time when they had spent so long on their feet. They had been reciting the more enjoyable portions of their journey and laughing at things that had occurred while reliving glory moments.
Then that sound filled the air. Their laughing and talking stopped, and an instant later, the carriage master's scream of terror split the air like a knife. An incantation was immediately on her lips as the warrior reached for his sword, but before either could act, the carriage swerved and veered off the road, sending them tumbling down the side.
They climbed out from the wreckage that had largely protected them and immediately went to check on the carriage master, only to find him half bloodied and crushed by the weight of the carriage, and half blackened and seared, as if he had been thrown in flames. As they stood there, though, some of the blackness raised up off of the corpse, a throbbing mass of evil that manifested a head, seemingly solely for the purpose of grinning at them.
Since then, all they had been able to do was run from it. The warrior could cut through it, but it would only reform, and her magic seemed to have no effect whatsoever. It had seemed particularly interested in the warrior, blatantly ignoring her several times in order to pursue him. Now, she whirled toward the source, a fireball flying from her hand in time to intercept it as it came up above the edge. She moved back to keep herself between it and the warrior, but while the fireball had knocked it back, it soon came immediately back up, and its blackness slammed into the battlements, causing them to quake beneath her feet. She took several stumbling steps as as an idea occurred to her, a plan.
As soon as she caught her balance, she ran to the edge and threw herself at the entity, but it wasn't her intention to attack it. The incantation was already flowing from her lips, and the moment it was near enough, she threw her arms wide, a sphere surrounding them both. It swung around and hit her, probably intending to knock her away, but as it sent her flying, the back of the sphere hit it and took it with her, causing the sphere to go shooting toward the ground and slamming into it, sending up dirt and debris as first she slammed into the sphere's wall, then it slammed into her.
"Release me," it hissed at her after pounding against the sphere with futility for several moments. "Or I shall simply kill you. I have no interest in the frail body of a woman."
But she just chuckled. To be trapped within her sphere, then to call her frail ... "I shall not, and killing me shall accomplish nothing. This sphere will only drop when I will it. If you kill me, then you will remain within it for all eternity, alongside my frail, rotting corpse."
The entity seethed at her furiously for several moments before it seemed to come to a conclusion it didn't like. "Very well, woman. Have it your way."
Her eyes widened a moment before the darkness obscured everything, seeming to fill the orb entirely with roiling blackness for several long moments before the sphere flickered out of existence, allowing it all to collapse to the ground in a splash.
The woman sat up from the mess and pushed herself into a standing position, completely clean despite the mess around her, though her robes were now solid black. A smirk came to her lips as she raised her hand before her face and wiggled her fingers experimentally, and it was her voice that spoke. "If only you can release me, Woman, then you shall be the one I take as my own ..."
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There are times when Good doesn't always triumph, and when Evil isn't always what we expect.
Over 1200 years ago, an entity of darkness crossed into our realm from its own. And it still lives here today, in an odd little town called Capri Falls, on the border between France and Spain.
For most intents and purposes, it's a normal town. It has all the modern conveniences, a public school, a post office, a pub, even a community recreational center. But it's empty.
This always strikes people as odd. When the natives think back, they can always think of knowing someone from Capri Falls, going to school with someone from Capri Falls, even, on occasion, going out with a pretty little lass from Capri Falls. And yet, at the same time, as far as anyone can recall, the population sign has always read the same. Zero.
The locals in the area surrounding the town have never thought much of it. They simply go on recalling their memories, not necessarily with a lack of recency. Sometimes, you can ask someone, and they'll tell you they just saw someone from Capri Falls last week that had come up into one of the bigger cities for something. That such is impossible never occurs to them. It's simply a part of everyday life.
For a small group of individuals, however, each passing through on their own and for their own reasons, each completely unaware of the oddly blank history of Capri Falls, everyday life is about to take a horrifying detour.
OOC: Enter your characters into the city in any way you like. They don't know about the Bermuda tendencies of the city or anything else. They just happen into it.
The worst part about it was that all they could hear was the sound of their own feet hammering against the stone, the air hammering against their lungs and their hearts hammering against their chests. It was only the two of them left, the carriage master had died in the crash. Now, they thought that perhaps their only hope was to seek refuge within the castle walls.
She froze on the battlements when she heard the sound. A sound like ooze sloshing accompanied by the sound of bat wings. The same sound that had precursored the scream of the carriage master before they went off the embankment. For a moment, the image returned to her mind.
She and the warrior with her had been returning from a very profitable adventure in Southern Spain and were on their way back to France. They had taken a carriage because they could afford it and it was just an enjoyable way to travel and pass the time when they had spent so long on their feet. They had been reciting the more enjoyable portions of their journey and laughing at things that had occurred while reliving glory moments.
Then that sound filled the air. Their laughing and talking stopped, and an instant later, the carriage master's scream of terror split the air like a knife. An incantation was immediately on her lips as the warrior reached for his sword, but before either could act, the carriage swerved and veered off the road, sending them tumbling down the side.
They climbed out from the wreckage that had largely protected them and immediately went to check on the carriage master, only to find him half bloodied and crushed by the weight of the carriage, and half blackened and seared, as if he had been thrown in flames. As they stood there, though, some of the blackness raised up off of the corpse, a throbbing mass of evil that manifested a head, seemingly solely for the purpose of grinning at them.
Since then, all they had been able to do was run from it. The warrior could cut through it, but it would only reform, and her magic seemed to have no effect whatsoever. It had seemed particularly interested in the warrior, blatantly ignoring her several times in order to pursue him. Now, she whirled toward the source, a fireball flying from her hand in time to intercept it as it came up above the edge. She moved back to keep herself between it and the warrior, but while the fireball had knocked it back, it soon came immediately back up, and its blackness slammed into the battlements, causing them to quake beneath her feet. She took several stumbling steps as as an idea occurred to her, a plan.
As soon as she caught her balance, she ran to the edge and threw herself at the entity, but it wasn't her intention to attack it. The incantation was already flowing from her lips, and the moment it was near enough, she threw her arms wide, a sphere surrounding them both. It swung around and hit her, probably intending to knock her away, but as it sent her flying, the back of the sphere hit it and took it with her, causing the sphere to go shooting toward the ground and slamming into it, sending up dirt and debris as first she slammed into the sphere's wall, then it slammed into her.
"Release me," it hissed at her after pounding against the sphere with futility for several moments. "Or I shall simply kill you. I have no interest in the frail body of a woman."
But she just chuckled. To be trapped within her sphere, then to call her frail ... "I shall not, and killing me shall accomplish nothing. This sphere will only drop when I will it. If you kill me, then you will remain within it for all eternity, alongside my frail, rotting corpse."
The entity seethed at her furiously for several moments before it seemed to come to a conclusion it didn't like. "Very well, woman. Have it your way."
Her eyes widened a moment before the darkness obscured everything, seeming to fill the orb entirely with roiling blackness for several long moments before the sphere flickered out of existence, allowing it all to collapse to the ground in a splash.
The woman sat up from the mess and pushed herself into a standing position, completely clean despite the mess around her, though her robes were now solid black. A smirk came to her lips as she raised her hand before her face and wiggled her fingers experimentally, and it was her voice that spoke. "If only you can release me, Woman, then you shall be the one I take as my own ..."
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There are times when Good doesn't always triumph, and when Evil isn't always what we expect.
Over 1200 years ago, an entity of darkness crossed into our realm from its own. And it still lives here today, in an odd little town called Capri Falls, on the border between France and Spain.
For most intents and purposes, it's a normal town. It has all the modern conveniences, a public school, a post office, a pub, even a community recreational center. But it's empty.
This always strikes people as odd. When the natives think back, they can always think of knowing someone from Capri Falls, going to school with someone from Capri Falls, even, on occasion, going out with a pretty little lass from Capri Falls. And yet, at the same time, as far as anyone can recall, the population sign has always read the same. Zero.
The locals in the area surrounding the town have never thought much of it. They simply go on recalling their memories, not necessarily with a lack of recency. Sometimes, you can ask someone, and they'll tell you they just saw someone from Capri Falls last week that had come up into one of the bigger cities for something. That such is impossible never occurs to them. It's simply a part of everyday life.
For a small group of individuals, however, each passing through on their own and for their own reasons, each completely unaware of the oddly blank history of Capri Falls, everyday life is about to take a horrifying detour.
OOC: Enter your characters into the city in any way you like. They don't know about the Bermuda tendencies of the city or anything else. They just happen into it.