Spiders, spiders everywhere! on my chair! In my hair!
Group: +Gold Member
RM Skill: Beginner
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.))
RM Skill: Beginner
Westley turns to Ivan while Janus walks through. "Can you keep this door open? Maybe I can cheat this castle into keeping rooms static." He turns around just to see Janus pull on a door knob and fall down on her bottom. Westley raises a brow at Janus and lets out a small chuckles.
He catches up to Janus and walks beside her. "Having troubles?" Westley opens the next door when they reach it. "Let me try this time." He opens the door to reveal a room with a fireplace, already lit, one raggedy couch and two undeads standing in the middle of the room. They're wearing torn up bloody shirts and a plate mail leggings, though rusty and in poor shape.
The pair of zombies notices Westley and they charge at him. He closes the door before they arrive and turn to Janus. "Uhmm...No we-" *BANG BANG BANG* "Oh the one time I need the rooms to change." He holds the door knob with his left while he pulls out his broadsword with the other. "We'll have to deal with them. Can you handle fight at all?"
Darkblade, I'll change the post if you didn't want us encountering any trouble.