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 Posted - 08/07/2007 : 11:16:28 PM
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A long time ago on the old GP boards, we had an rpg (role playing game - duh:P) going on. A lot of you older members might remember this, and it was indeed an enjoyable thread.
What this will be is a story based game. The story is not yet decided, that's something we'll all contribute to decide. Invent your characters, and think up a background story for them... how complex and how deep is up to you. Your character can be a nobody that merely stumbled into all of this... or he or she can have a background history stretching centuries back.... you decide:).
To start this off I will write an intro... a beginning to start it all off.
Serenity Hill! For centuries the Serenity Hill Mansion had been left abandoned. For centuries it's dark secrets had been shrouded in mysteries.
It was lying there... on the hill, just by the cliffs. Even during sunny mornings you could hear the roar of the ocean. Maybe it was that, that had given the mansion it's dreaded reputation... or maybe it was because of something terrible that happened there a long time ago.
The forest leading to the Mansion looks far from inviting; dark, silent and sometimes with a thick layer of mist about it. A mist said to contain restless spirits. Not far from the mansion, and not too deep in the forest lies a cold, dark Lake... fittingly nicknamed the Lake of the Damned.
There is something haunting about the entire Serenity Hill area, few people ever wanders this area. And those that do are either brave yet stupid, tired of life, or in ways linked to the mysteries of the mansion.
As you approach it... the gigantic mansion stretches out... and it is indeed an impressive sight... a testimony of the achievements reached by man, and an extreme luxury that would rival many many a glorious palace lol. It's a place of near endless potential for discovery... a place created by dreams, and haunted by nightmares. Whatever you chose to do... thread carefully... you never know when your next step might be the last one, whether it leads you to a treasure... or unlocks a terrible evil from the core of the mansion.
Enjoy!:)
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Posted - 08/07/2007 : 11:32:11 PM
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So I've never actually played a RPG before so I'm going to sit and watch where this goes. Sounds like fun though.
But I just wanted to jump in and claim my character SkullCracker, King of the Zombies. :)
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Posted - 08/07/2007 : 11:35:02 PM
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| I'm working on it Rach! I'll return later......
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Posted - 08/07/2007 : 11:52:53 PM
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Name- Roloquir
Gender- male
Age- Unknown
Species- unknown
Abilities- logic and reason, sword, and shield type of being
Appearance- scraggly but deadly, constantly shrouded in a dark black cloak as if it was congealed of the darkest night.
History- Roloquir appeared at the mansion site while it was under construction. No one is sure where he came from or why he is here...
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 01:51:25 AM
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Ravyre
A young mysterious wizard that lives by herself in a cave deep in the forest sorounding serenity hills
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 04:11:06 AM
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yay!!!!
you know what character im going to choose...The Angel himself..The angel of death..The reaper..
Name:goes by many names but primarily as The Reaper
Age-??
Gender-Male
Appearance and History:
*far away in the shadows darker than the night an inhumanely tall cloaked figure watched the castle with devilish curiousity.His right hand grasped a weapon which was as tall as himself..In the shadows he waited for he knew it'd be time soOn; for this night was special and it had been aeons since he sought out something as precious as what he was looking for."How long has it been since ive walked the lands of serenity hills and the lake of the damned??..Not since...."HE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF and heard himself say in a voice that would arouse a chill even in the darkest and bravest of creatures"SOON!!" .But for now he had to wait*
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 06:42:41 AM
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I think I had too much fun developing a character! 
[B][COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]Name[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]- DEADPsalm
[B]Gender[/B]- male
[B]Age[/B]- Unknown
[B]Species[/B]- Demigod (half human)[/FONT][/COLOR]
[B][COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]Alignment/Disposition[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]- Neutral Evil
[B]Abilities[/B]- An energy vampire, his touch or whisper will cause terminal self-destructive madness in the living; the undead or immortal may only become momentarily confused. His ability to heal himself almost instantly allows for his resilience, flexibility, and unusual but not excessive strength. His living victims become his creations. If isolated from living victims for a lengthy amount of time he becomes weak and fragile. His specialty is necro-surgery; creating and repairing the undead from pieces of the dead and undead.[/FONT][/COLOR]
[B][COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]Appearance[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]- Emaciated and clothed in black; descriptions from the insane minds that have crossed his path portray him as a tattered cowboy or mortician with knives and “tools” partially hidden beneath his long dark coat. He appears as little more than a shadow when in motion. His eyes seem to be filled with the blue and red flames presumably burning upon the souls he has taken. With direct sunlight, or perhaps even intense artificial light, the ghastly truth of his condition is exposed beneath his coat as a chaos of rotting flesh and bone from countless creatures.
[B]History[/B]- The legend and lore say he was a human of unknown ancestry who gained fame as an exceptional healer of injuries for humans and animals. After an “act of God” took his family he made a deal with the underworld. His purpose is to repair the undead minions of evil. In return he was given the immortality of the undead so he could seek vengeance upon those who were truly responsible for murdering his family. It is not known if he ever found them. Shadowy movement thought to be him is frequently scene throughout the region; most often in the nearby cemetery, livestock farms, and cave entrances. DEADPsalm lair is beneath the mansion in the somewhat forgotten tunnels, basements and dungeons which are rumored to connect to the caves.[/FONT][/COLOR]
[B][COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]Indications[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]- If he is near, his whispery “song for the dead” may be heard long before he steps from the shadows to take his victim. The onset of the energy drain may present hallucinations of the people closest to the victim and a bitterly cold sensation. It is also a good bet he can be found near any event resulting in death as his requirement for parts is continuous.[/FONT][/COLOR]
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 06:44:53 AM
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I'll bring the dice, I have some awesome 20 sided..=)
Really, cool idea...
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 07:02:29 AM
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i love the detail on your character Deadpsalm..
A gust of chilly wind blew across the hills. Not so far away the reaper patiently waited for his time would come soon and then...
He gripped his weapon tighter and suddenly a momentary flash of lightning illuminated the tip of his weapon.The weapon the planted seeds of terror among mortals and undead alike..the weapon used for the reaping of souls..The Scythe!..His eyes burned fiery red for his face was almost but hidden behind the 'hood'. Slowly he cast his senses out scanning the lands and the lake for any movement.Patiently he waited
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 07:07:37 AM
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Wow..sounds like fun...
Name- Rhys
Gender- female
Age- 15
Species- Elf
Abilities- healer, invisibility, and extremely good with knives, magic and archery. Quick and sure of her movements, always.
Appearance- Always wears a white cloak wrapped around her small form. Smaller than most elves, but makes up for it with her abilities. Beautiful in many ways. Soft-spoken, but when there is something that needs to be said, she speaks her opinion. Very injured when she first transports herself from the Black Forest to Serenity Hills.
History- Injured elf who has been cast out of the Elven Society for coming in contact with a human. Not only coming in contact, but falling in love with a man from Earth..Being stripped of her elf powers except for her magic and her skills, she has transported her weak self to Serenity Hills, leaving herself unconscious in the woods.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 07:23:09 AM
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Her Name is Tear...
She lives on the South east side of the cliff.. looking across the lake at the Castle..
She sits idly.. floating on a chair..in her invislible edged pool which sits right at the edge of the cliff side... absently swirling a glass of red wine..
She listens to the soft slapping of water against the steep bank.. and watched as a wall of foggy mist curled around the pointed spires on the castle top.
Dusk is falling.. and the colors upon the horizon change to an angry red..a chill is in the air..
Tear steps out of the pool onto the black granite steps, and absently sets her glass on the table.. cocks her head to the side listening to faint voices echoing across the night air.. a slight smile creases her lovely face..
She dips to pick up a robe on the chair.. and slowly walks into the gold covered doorway leading to her sleeping chambers.. black hair.. flowing down her back.. with wisps.. lifting.. as the wind plays with it.
Time to get ready for the night.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 09:25:17 AM
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Reclining among an absurd assortment of carcasses deep beneath the mansion, he stirs slightly with the subconscious sensation of distant thunder.
"Duty calls" he rasps in a near whisper as he rises to his feet to drift about the room tucking various body parts beneath his coat.
As he places his hat on his head, the wide brim shadows his eyes intensifying the red and blue flicker within. His wispy form disappears down a dark corridor accompanied by his melodic whispers.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 09:43:44 AM
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I'll make a person too. lol
Name: Black Tov
Age: 32
Occupation: Blacksmith/Banker
Race: Human
Background information: Makes weapons and tools for fighting/using but of course for a price. Uses a sack of coins to heavily hit bad things. Doesn't make weapons, deal with money or fight on Saturdays lol.
Appearance: Black hair, brown eyes, stubbles, muscular build, 5"8', hairy arms and legs. Wears a skull cap, 2 suede boots, a wrinkled dress shirt and leather overalls.
Hm.. lol.
Cal
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 09:51:24 AM
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Breathing in.. as Her maid-servant.. tightens the bustiere tightly at the back..Tear steps away and looks at her reflection in the deep blackness of the scrying mirror on the wall..Pleased.. She flicks away a stray tendril of hair..Licks her plump lips in satisfaction and turns..glides to the window and listens to the rustling of night time souls waking..
As the collective humanity readies for sleep..The enitites of the night relish the open minds and dreams of the sleepy townspeople.
The full moon shimmers on the water below.. sending shivery ripples of delight to Tear.. the time is near.. and the succubus is hungry.. She steps to the edge of the windowsill.. and out into the night..floating slowly to the ground.. she senses the lonely dreams of a single man...and in an instant, has disappeared.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 10:05:08 AM
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The hammer beats against a sheet of metal, each blow rippling the sheet, yet smoothening the surface of the hot metal. Black Tov wipes the sweat from his brow as he puts down his hammer and calls it a night. Placing the metal into water to cool, Black Tov goes to wash his hands in a basin of clean water. His hands completely dirty submerges into the basin, and clouds the once clean water with a black colour. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to get the dirt off his hands, a good portion of it remained.
Scoffing, Black Tov gives up trying to wash his hands from the filth he has committed, and the dirt. Placing the metal on a hanging rack, Black Tov leaves his shop barricading it so no thieves can get in.
The night is crisp, and the town is quiet. Even the shadows that dance within the castle walls seem distant now.
Black Tov begins his long walk home, alone.
Cal
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 10:41:57 AM
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[SIZE=2]Tear Wanders through the night... through the almost silent streets of Serenity Hill.. Savoring the heated dreams.. and frustratons that lie unsated..[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]She smells life and it ignites a fire in her veins.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Ruby red lips form the name of a sleeping man..who's slumber is now fitful.. with chaotic dreams.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Deep down inside him.. his heart throbs with anticipation and a sickening urge he does not understand.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]A cry of both pain and anguished pleasure, rents the air and awakens the man from confusing dreams.. as Tear appears at his bedside.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]He feels drained from the beautious form infront of him..as he tries to will himself out of his dreams..[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]is it real.. I can smell her.. he thinks.. a strange scent of incense and sulphur.. smoke and blood.. It darkens his soul..[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Demon eyes penatrate his blackening soul as he lays in wait, for something he cannot stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Tear relishes the turmoil within the man.. as he fights the unending pheremones that wash over his fuzzy brain..Adrenalin infuses Tear as she steps closer and wills away ever ounce of fight the man has left..He lays spent from energy she gave him as payment for his gift...A gift which she now has placed in escrow ....[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2]Willing the man to sleep.. Tear steps back and disappears..as she goes.. she hears beckoning voices.. and they come from the castle.[/SIZE]
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 11:09:48 AM
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(I am going to kill you tru if I fail math..)
Hearing voices from behind him, 2 drunken guards stumble out of the castle gate, yelling and showing no modesty. Black Tov paces forward fearing that they may see him on the street and cause troubles. But it is too late, for they have yelled at him, acknowledging his presence.
Black Tov slowly turns around to the drunkards, arms hung on each others necks, and the spare hand with a mug of ale.
One of the guards opens his mouth as he slurs through his decaying teeth, "Oy.. what be a heathen such as yurrsef walking in the street?" while pressing the mug of ale on Black Tovs chest.
Black Tov speaks quickly, "Well I was heading home after a hard days work."
The other guard who now seems to have spilled his ale on the ground by accident gets angry and says "Then yew got a wife ey lad? She be lonelay tonight? I'll go and entartayn ha foh yew."
"Gentlemen, please I don't want any troubles. I am not married, I live with a.. friend." Black Tov answers nervously.
"A laydee friend den? Oy den! Where yew be a livin' den? I'll show ha some husband lovin'." One of the guards says as he unlocks his arm from his drunken companions neck. Pulling out a sword, the guard points it to Black Tovs neck demanding he sees his friend.
Frightened by the drunkards soldier to his neck, Black Tov points to the house a few meters away where he thought he heard the voice of a lady inside in attempt to mislead the guards.
As the 3 men approach the house, Black Tov sees a figure from inside the window disappearing into the shadows and is startled but doesn't alert the guards. Making it to the doors of the house, the guards knock down the door to find a man lying in bed. The drunken guards turn around to face Black Tov and exclaim, "OY! Bloody hell, what is this? Your laydee-friend be a gent? That is filth, you be punishabal by death!"
Both guards now bear their swords to Black Tovs neck. Black Tov quickly reaching into his pocket, grabs a fistful of coins and throws it at the guards faces distracting them. One foot leading another, Black Tov runs out of the house and onto the street, looking back only to hear the 2 guards screaming in fear. There was something inside the house.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 12:51:18 PM
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Roloquir grins as his dinner money is given by the blacksmith and entertainment is provided by the drunks. He grabs his sword and shield and proceeds the tear the drunks to pieces with his blade.
"hey, blacksmith! thanks for the gold." picks some coins up and walks over to the bar and gets an ale.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 3:50:19 PM
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It was time.He could sense movement within the castle and the surroundings nearby."This is going to be an entertaining night"He thought.
Slowly the reaper switched his weapon from the left hand to the right. Two guards inside the castle had met their well deserved ends. Afterall they were mere mortals. He was the collector of souls and he had already sensed two souls which he would claim his own(the guards) but someone had already done the work for him and another man..Was he asleep or was he dead for he had only but the faintest life force in him as if someone has drained it all.There were others near and within the mansion.
Like the darkest of shadows he moved towards the mansion at inhuman speed.It was time....
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 5:50:03 PM
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Tear floated to the ground.. Head high sniffing the air and listening.. In her had she holds a small glass flask..She looks inside and sees swirling energy.. changing like a kaleidoscope..Precious.. she hides it within her skirts..To add to her collection..
Listening..
above her she senses spirits, monsters.. the castle is awake.. someone is trudging over dead mans bones.. there is no sound like it.. bones crunching under foot.. restrained voices cause symphony of thought all whispering at once..
Standing on the cliff side.. she observes a single man.. scurring for cover through shadowed streets.. reeking of terror and spent adrenalin..
With the waining shreaks of dying souls.. she is satisfied.... until she hears the reawakening of her adversaries...
Ahhh.. Tear knows.. she is in for a fight..an age old war.. that has been repeating itself for a millenium.. she licks her lips..turns.. and heads up the side of the mountain.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 7:09:31 PM
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Name : Marchosias
Gender : Male
Age : ?
Species : Fallen Angel
No one really knew him, he was seen wandering around the lake or in the thick mist surrounding Serenity Hill. His white cloak and long blade, as tall as him some say, made him easy to recognize by the folks in the area. Although his apparitions were frequent, no one really dared approaching him, sensing a strange aura emanating from his self. Lately, he could be seen closer and closer to the mansion, like he was searching for something.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 7:18:28 PM
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I know this isn't very good, but its early and I wanted to see what I could come up with. It'll get better, I promise!
Rhys, breathing hard and terrified from her hazy dream, sits up for the first time since she transported herself to Serenity Hills. Checking herself over, she decides shes fine when she hears a twig snap. She jumps at the sound and already has her bow in her hands, ready to shoot whatever it is. A few moments pass and she lowers her weapon slowly. Rhys replaces the bow on her back and slides the arrow back into its quiver. Taking a look at her surroundings, she notices an enormous mansion in the distance. Nothing seems to move except for the leaves in the wind. Nimbly, she climbs a tree to see how far into the forest she is, and she concludes she is only about a mile into the forest. Rhys jumps down and notices dusk is rapidly approaching.
"I must leave this forest before dusk." she mutters to herself as she uses her magic to repair her dirty and torn clothes. Ignoring the stabbing pain on her left side, she starts to reach for the magic on the ends of her mind and then decides against it for she is weak. She sets out on foot to leave the forest.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 7:49:17 PM
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| The reaper approached the entrance of the castle which was now without and guards. He looked around to trace any being in sight while gripping his weapon tighter and at the ready. He could sense the overwhelming presence of the living, dead and immortal around and within the mansion. As if in confusion he muttered a curse waiting impatiently for the correct oppurtunity.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 7:50:41 PM
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| On the top of a cliff, Marchosias stared at an elf in the forest. He was wondering why such a creature bothered to come in this desolated place. Not sure if he should allow himself to be seen or not, he vanished into a deeper part of the forest where he'd find a place to pass the night.
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 8:33:00 PM
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[COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]Stepping from the shadows of an open crypt he can smell the wonderful scent of recent death in the evening breeze. His eyes close as he takes in a deep breath; there is death near the castle tonight. He drifts through the cemetery gate and on toward the castle. Stopping near the castle gate, his boots cause a slight crunching sound in the dirt of the road as he takes on a more solid form. He squats down over the tattered forms of the guards to take in whatever miniscule amount of life force remains. He can smell the undead essence left behind by the blade that took these men. The color of the carcasses fades with a wave is his hands. He reaches for the head of one guard and tears it free of the broken body. The guard’s eyes snap open in panic; his mouth in the shape of astonishment but there is no voice. DEADPsalm soothes his worries with a raspy whisper; “I have plans for you” then tucks the head beneath his coat.[/FONT][/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]There is something else lingering in the breeze; passion, a magical or undead passion and the dying flicker of its victim.[/FONT][/COLOR]
[COLOR=silver][FONT=Verdana]He senses both the living and undead approaching and drifts toward the shadows of the mansion to wait and whisper. [/FONT][/COLOR]
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Posted - 08/08/2007 : 9:42:58 PM
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As Rhys walks slowly past the mansion, she feels the death all around it. Quickening her pace, she moves past it, trying to ignore it, but to no avail. Stopping, Rhys stares at the mansion with interest and curiousity. She shakes her head once and continues her journey towards the small town.
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As she enters the village, she notices the houses. Small, dark and hostile-looking. Rhys does not want to be anywhere near this place, but since she woke, this entire area has had a magnetic pull on her mind and body, willing it to explore. Bumping into Black Tov as he runs away, she mutters an apology towards him and continues. Hearing screaming, she jogs quickly towards it. Finding two obviously drunk guards blubbering all over themselves in front of an open door, she steps over them into the house. There was nothing but darkness, except for the beam of light coming from the guard's lantern right inside the door. In the stream of light across the floor, she finds a wide blood streak. She backs up without turning around and grabs the still-burning lantern and follows the blood trail very slowly. Rhys finds the end of the blood streak to be a shivering and convulsing man laying in a pool of blood. She pities him. Using magic, she enters the man's mind and promptly falls to her knees from the pain that shoots from his mind to hers. It was clear to her that this man was going to die. Screaming from the pain, she throws her iron-wall defenses up around her mind, trapping the man's pain into his own mind again. Breathing hard and shaking, she puts the man out of his misery in the quickest way possible: an arrow between the eyes. Shakily getting to her feet, she watches the man convulse one last time then lay still. Rhys takes a deep breath and moves out of the house to clear her senses. Letting down her defenses, she feels a mind probe stabbing her mind. Falling to her knees again and screaming in agony, she tries to block the probe out, but she is not strong enough. As the darkness surrounds her slowly, she feels herself being picked up with inhuman ease. She sighs and goes unconscious.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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