Into the Malevolent Castle, Trapped within Options

[Darkblade]

Every time The Castle appears, there’s always a feeling in the wind, followed by a storm that sounds more like the cackle of the unspeakable creatures rather than heavy rain and lightning.
Tonight, there was a tell tale storm and it didn’t sound like heavy rain or lightning.

The village of Bluethorn had recently begun harvesting crops for the nearing winter, piles of firewood had been stored in the warehouse for heating. The tavern was filled with the sound of good cheer and drunken laughter.
The villagers had grown accustomed to The Castle, enough to live with the noise it brought along with it at least, but not enough to call it Bluethorn Castle.
“The Castle’s back again, we’ll probably have some trouble with bandits of all kinds in the forests in the morning, best to leave a warning sign for those passing through.” One of the village soldiers commented to another.




Up in the hills nearby, a young man, Thomas Windcall was guiding a group to the castle.
“Not far now, half an hour at most if we don’t stop.” Thomas himself had been to the entrance of The Castle several times now, each time, he had seen a small group walk to their doom.
Whatever is in there, monster, Nethallian or demon, he didn’t care to meet anytime soon.

Shortly, two lights appeared on the horizon, torches had been left in front of the huge door, as if to welcome you.
“Those are always there, the torches, the group last year left them, I’ve never even peeked inside, too scared of getting my eyes gouged out by something behind the door, but I reckon there’s candles and torches on the inside.”

The distance was closed and the group had made it to The Castle, the torches burned strong despite the heavy rain. The smell of the air had changed, not by the burning torches, but by something from inside. It didn’t seem to have a familiar scent, not even of death.
The huge door stood closed in all of its mysterious glory, no one had pushed through past the carved wooden doors into whatever hell lay in waiting.

“Well, here we are. I’d wish you good luck, but I think it would be a cruel to give you all false hope. Don’t forget, you’ve only under 24 hours to do whatever pleases you in there before it vanishes. Farewell, Adventurers!” Thomas parted from the group, headed back home to Bluethorn to be out of The Castles eerie gaze.


Edward Wittherrain, looked over the door’s carvings, he’d never seen anything like that in Bluethorn or the city he visited during his time out exploring. The carvings were not depictions of anything in specific, just random shapes, many recurring throughout.
“Well, let’s not waste any time, call me Edward.” He introduced himself “If we die tonight or tomorrow, we die taking the bastards down!” he cheered before pushing on the door, although his physical strength didn't move it too much.

((OOC: Well, lets get started!
Wish I made an image for this, oh well.))

[Darkblade]

Before he knew it, Sven had been picked up by some large creature and snatched before he could do anything.
"Sven! SVEN!!" Edward shouted.
"Crap! What the heck was that!?" He said to himself.
He was already alone, he'd heard the familiar voices of the others as he'd made his way back to the entrace hall to keep an eye on the suddenly lost companion, but now he too, Edward, was alone.
Looking around the entrance hall, Edward noticed the undead guards body had been moved, Sven must have been studying it before he was snatched away.
The huge entrance door was just a wall now, it matched perfectly with the surrounding walls as though it was never there in the first place.
"I can't even feel the air from outside, the air coming from the window just feels the same as the inside." Edward began to walk back to the library to report on the capture of Sven. "Sven could be dead by now. Just like that, in the blink of an eye."

Making it back to the library, he noticed the door was shut.
He'd been potentially separated from the others.
With great reluctance, he pushed the wooden door open.
Inside, a room similar to the library filled with books thrown haphazardly where ever the criminal pleased, no piano or paintings and much dustier.
He drew his sword and held it steadily infront of him, the books that had been thrown about the room replaced the floor's stone cold but reliable surface.
Edwards footing was compromised, it was like stepping on large stones.
In the distance, he could hear rthymic dripping, a handful of drops every couple of seconds.
Each step further towards the source, the dripping slowed down.
Eventually, he made it to a series of smashed bookcases, each with sharp huge spikes of wood pointed outwards, if someone fell on top of those, it would almost certainly be fatal.
Infact it was, a body was laid in the center, not quite reaching the floor, just held in the air by the spikes.
Looking up, a large hole was in the ceiling, not to a room above, but to the outside of the castle, , edward could see one of the towers, usually visible from the outside, the tower was too far in the distance to justify the man falling here.
The dripping of blood proved that this body wasn't old, but perhaps not so recent either.
It wasn't Sven's, some other poor soul, possibly like Ivan or another group like Edwards who entered moments before.
The hole itself was too high up to climb out of, not that he wanted to risk falling from the roof of the castle anway.

Edward left the body alone, looking around for another door to go through.
There was nothing in this room he could see that would be useful.
The light of the torches scattered around the room were dimming.
"I have enough books to burn up, so thats something."
Faint whispers could be heard around the room, Edwards name was one of the words being whispered.
He couldn't fully hear it, he wasn't even making an effort to listen.
But he knew.


(Now that the group is seperated, think about finding something weird, but make sure to head on back to the entrace hall at some point.
And finally Ryuga joins the party )