18:09:09 [The_Haunted_House] | ....and so it begins... |
18:09:27 [The_Haunted_House] | A few rules for this tonight, I shall touch on them quickly. |
18:10:23 [The_Haunted_House] | Starters, I am but one, you are but many. I can only type so fast, so try and be fair in the regards of me being able to respond to everything you do. |
18:11:01 [The_Haunted_House] | As well, keep the OOC to whispers, the more stuff there is for me to read, the more distracted I become...the harder it becomes to jump all over the place. |
18:12:07 [The_Haunted_House] | Lastly, if I do something to your character, please accept it. I won't kill you, but I will hurt you. If I spend the time to think something up to do to your character, and you -steps away from the tree attacking them-....you just screwed an entire post of mine, and I then have to come back after your character. |
18:13:35 [The_Haunted_House] | With all that aside....Welcome....to The Haunted House. In this dungeon, your character will work their way through a cornucopia of different locations, all told by me as the house. I hope you enjoy yourself. I will start with a description, feel free to go as usual from there, and I will do what I do. Let's hope we all have fun. |
18:14:40 Aerienne enters this room
18:16:22 [The_Haunted_House] Darkness.....as dense as the air. A graveyard littered with tombstones precedes a towering maze built of fearsome briars and hedges. Upon finding your way through the razor sharp thorns, twists, turns and other scares, a scant trail leads to a lone house sitting on a hill. The house is very immense, doors and windows fallen to dissaray. The wind whips and howls, the ground coated by a thick fog making it hard to see your own feet.
18:27:40 [Calanthe] He’d stumbled upon the graveyard, hedge maze, and the old house on the hill, as he did any other oddity in the Mystic forest -- mostly by chance. It never ceased to surprise him that there were still mysteries in this forest. He would have sworn he’d seen it all. He was soaking wet for some reason, barefoot and with sand clinging to the cuffs of his dark slacks, his yellow hair in a few braids that appeared more brownish-bronze, damp as they were. “Damnit,” he hissed. He’d discovered a soaked pack of cigarettes in his pockets. He flung it to the ground of the graveyard as he picked his way among the old stones. Why not venture up to that house? Its windows were dark, ghostly, somehow compelling. And he was bored, always. He stepped carelessly over the old tombs… and even stepped on one, smirking at it. “Death, be not proud,” he muttered.
18:28:14 [Diandra_Moon] Shira was going to kill her. There was no if’s and’s or but’s about it, except for hers getting kicked when Shira finally tracked her down. She should have known better than to sneak out while the bitchy, red headed vampire was sleeping. It didn’t matter how nice a day it had seemed. Perhaps going out to the clearing was fine, but the woods? Getting lost among the trails? She was going to be given a good thrashing. She held her hand over her upper arm. She had someone found herself in a maze of brambles and thorns, or at least it had seemed that way. She had gotten a less than desirable gash on her upper arm, and several scratches on her legs. Her lavender colored dress had snagged more than once, and the fog made it cling to her body as if she had been sweating. She sniffled slightly, the moisture in the air making her silvery blond hair curl. The sound of the bells around her wrists and ankles chimed, though were muffled by the damp and silence. She didn’t like woods like this. Now she found what she had thought at first was a boulder littered field, but closer examination proved that it was a cemetery. She didn’t want to walk in the cemetery, but as she took steps back, it seemed as if the path she had walked disappeared from right under her feet. “Shira is going to eat me for breakfast.” She sighed, making her way forward into the cemetery.
18:31:38 Aerienne : New moon… She never understood the term because there was no phase called old moon… And new moon. Doesn't that mean the moon should be whole and bright? Perhaps not. Maybe humans named it so because as babes, we are full of potential for light but blind until our eyes can see. So thereby… in the dark. She would laugh at the ridiculousness of it, if she hadn't just stumbled across what appeared to be a graveyard. Had this been here last time? The briars were out of control, someone needed to tend to these graves- she'd be PISSED if her body was rotting here and there were no pretty flowers to haunt! There were people nearby… evidently there was something going on- something more fun than wandering blindly in the Mystic Forest? Maybe she'd take a look-see. ::
18:32:20 Ty_Burna enters this room
18:32:41 [Moridanu] *Making her way quickly through the spooky graveyard, Moridanu scanned the area with anxious emerald orbs as she stepped over and around tombstones in various states of disrepair. Her tumble of amber curls were quickly snared with various thorns and sticks as she took considerably longer to stumble her way through the maze. Finally, her boot clad feet set upon the scant trail that led to what appeared to be an abandoned house sitting on a hill. As if the scene before her was not spooky enough, a thick fog sprung up seemingly from nowhere making it impossible to see the trail in front of her. Sucking in a deep breath, Mori smoothed down her flared leather jacket over the thighs of her bootleg jeans and began to make her way towards the house on the hill. An owl hooted somewhere to the left and the sound of a snapping twig behind her caused Moridanu to hurry up the fog drenched path until she was soon standing before the huge house. Skidding to a halt, Moridanu looked up at it with wide green eyes. Taking in the state of disrepair from the peeling paint to the hanging shutters, Moridanu grinned as a bat flew down from a tree nearby and blocked out the pale light of the moon. ~Cool..~ she murmured as she heard another twig snap behind her and whirled around to see who was there. *
18:38:58 [BriannaCorlin] She might as well have been a wraith haunting the graves of her beloved, slim and ethereal, silent and otherwordly in this strange night. The moonlight was diffuse in the thick banks of fog rolling across the ground; turning the world silver and black, and a thousand shades between, seeming to light her from within so that skin the color of bone seemed lucid and stretched tight over her bones, shadows pooling in the hollows of her face until emerald eyes seemed to burn in the night, a cat's eyes lighting the way, or maybe some errant demons. Listlessly she wandered through the tombstones, her fingers touching them here and there, tracing faded lettering, stroking the embellished fall of a stone angel's gown. She didn't know how far she'd wandered from the tavern now, at some point she'd ceased to count her steps, had stopped struggling to see the landscape through eyes blurred with her thoughts. But here she was now, exhausted and numb to the bone, her sharp nails scraping rock while her bare feet moved over damp moss and grass, a strange irreverence in her step, in the splash of color that was her fiery hair, a banner of flame kissed curls stirring in the night. All her sense were dulled by her hours of ranting and raving, so that not even danger could register as she thoughtlessly headed towards the strange building and the maze that surrounded it, all things that seemed to spring from the middle of no where.
18:39:35 [Ty_Burna] Hmm? So this is where you lead me to tonight Chaos. It's about time we find something more....suiting in my demeanor. *He walks right through the fog, not a care in the world until reaching the edge of the graveyard, his eyes skimming the area. He notes Calanthe already making his way towards the house, and a grin forms on his face.* So, others just so happen to be in the same area I decide to travel to. Wonderful *He continues grinning before walking slowly into the graveyard, not as a sort of reverence to the dead or hesitation, but merely to take his time and go at his own pace. He reaches inside his vest and unfurls the Ouija scroll, gazing down at the letters for a few moments before gazing back up at the house.* Ah so indeed this is our intended destination. At least it will not be a boring night of shuffling through relics in vain. *Though walking slowly, somehow he's managed to catch up to Calanthe, his boots leaving heavy thuds with each step.* A painful addiction is it not? *He reaches into his vest and removes a sealed cigarette case, unlocking it with a twist of the fingers, holding it out for Calanthe while rolling the scroll back up in one hand. He whispers a few things and the scroll seemingly disappates in a blaze. Removing one cigarette for himself he lights it with a snap of his fingers, inhaling slowly* It seems this house has drawn in anyone travelling nearby. *His eyes flash with amusement before gazing back to Calanthe* And so it seems it draws upon the most unlikeliest of groups *He grins as he notices the other three making their way towards the house.*
18:40:16 [The_Haunted_House] The fog seemed to swirl and dance, not used to having guests so early in the evening. It pooled itself together, condensing itself to form around the few scant people it could find. Up and around their bodies it swirled, hiding the true intention that was happening on the ground out of eyesight. You didn't simply greet the corpses by stepping on their headstones, and a lesson was meant to be taught. Hands slowly protruded from the ground, reaching out to break free of roots and grass, dead creatures of the night slithering from the ground. Disfigured, rotten bodies shambled to their former heights pre-death, bloodshot eyes on rubber necks swiveling around to find that which disturbed their sleep. It found not just one, but multiple people. Using arms as balance for equilibrium long not tested, they stumbled forward towards their victims, jaws open wide, salvia falling from open, gaping mouths as rotted teeth wished for nothing more than the sweet taste of flesh, just a bite.
18:40:57 [The_Haunted_House] | I apologize if I cut off anyone else's intro. Didn't mean to hit Enter. |
18:09:27 [The_Haunted_House] | A few rules for this tonight, I shall touch on them quickly. |
18:10:23 [The_Haunted_House] | Starters, I am but one, you are but many. I can only type so fast, so try and be fair in the regards of me being able to respond to everything you do. |
18:11:01 [The_Haunted_House] | As well, keep the OOC to whispers, the more stuff there is for me to read, the more distracted I become...the harder it becomes to jump all over the place. |
18:12:07 [The_Haunted_House] | Lastly, if I do something to your character, please accept it. I won't kill you, but I will hurt you. If I spend the time to think something up to do to your character, and you -steps away from the tree attacking them-....you just screwed an entire post of mine, and I then have to come back after your character. |
18:13:35 [The_Haunted_House] | With all that aside....Welcome....to The Haunted House. In this dungeon, your character will work their way through a cornucopia of different locations, all told by me as the house. I hope you enjoy yourself. I will start with a description, feel free to go as usual from there, and I will do what I do. Let's hope we all have fun. |
18:14:40 Aerienne enters this room
18:16:22 [The_Haunted_House] Darkness.....as dense as the air. A graveyard littered with tombstones precedes a towering maze built of fearsome briars and hedges. Upon finding your way through the razor sharp thorns, twists, turns and other scares, a scant trail leads to a lone house sitting on a hill. The house is very immense, doors and windows fallen to dissaray. The wind whips and howls, the ground coated by a thick fog making it hard to see your own feet.
18:27:40 [Calanthe] He’d stumbled upon the graveyard, hedge maze, and the old house on the hill, as he did any other oddity in the Mystic forest -- mostly by chance. It never ceased to surprise him that there were still mysteries in this forest. He would have sworn he’d seen it all. He was soaking wet for some reason, barefoot and with sand clinging to the cuffs of his dark slacks, his yellow hair in a few braids that appeared more brownish-bronze, damp as they were. “Damnit,” he hissed. He’d discovered a soaked pack of cigarettes in his pockets. He flung it to the ground of the graveyard as he picked his way among the old stones. Why not venture up to that house? Its windows were dark, ghostly, somehow compelling. And he was bored, always. He stepped carelessly over the old tombs… and even stepped on one, smirking at it. “Death, be not proud,” he muttered.
18:28:14 [Diandra_Moon] Shira was going to kill her. There was no if’s and’s or but’s about it, except for hers getting kicked when Shira finally tracked her down. She should have known better than to sneak out while the bitchy, red headed vampire was sleeping. It didn’t matter how nice a day it had seemed. Perhaps going out to the clearing was fine, but the woods? Getting lost among the trails? She was going to be given a good thrashing. She held her hand over her upper arm. She had someone found herself in a maze of brambles and thorns, or at least it had seemed that way. She had gotten a less than desirable gash on her upper arm, and several scratches on her legs. Her lavender colored dress had snagged more than once, and the fog made it cling to her body as if she had been sweating. She sniffled slightly, the moisture in the air making her silvery blond hair curl. The sound of the bells around her wrists and ankles chimed, though were muffled by the damp and silence. She didn’t like woods like this. Now she found what she had thought at first was a boulder littered field, but closer examination proved that it was a cemetery. She didn’t want to walk in the cemetery, but as she took steps back, it seemed as if the path she had walked disappeared from right under her feet. “Shira is going to eat me for breakfast.” She sighed, making her way forward into the cemetery.
18:31:38 Aerienne : New moon… She never understood the term because there was no phase called old moon… And new moon. Doesn't that mean the moon should be whole and bright? Perhaps not. Maybe humans named it so because as babes, we are full of potential for light but blind until our eyes can see. So thereby… in the dark. She would laugh at the ridiculousness of it, if she hadn't just stumbled across what appeared to be a graveyard. Had this been here last time? The briars were out of control, someone needed to tend to these graves- she'd be PISSED if her body was rotting here and there were no pretty flowers to haunt! There were people nearby… evidently there was something going on- something more fun than wandering blindly in the Mystic Forest? Maybe she'd take a look-see. ::
18:32:20 Ty_Burna enters this room
18:32:41 [Moridanu] *Making her way quickly through the spooky graveyard, Moridanu scanned the area with anxious emerald orbs as she stepped over and around tombstones in various states of disrepair. Her tumble of amber curls were quickly snared with various thorns and sticks as she took considerably longer to stumble her way through the maze. Finally, her boot clad feet set upon the scant trail that led to what appeared to be an abandoned house sitting on a hill. As if the scene before her was not spooky enough, a thick fog sprung up seemingly from nowhere making it impossible to see the trail in front of her. Sucking in a deep breath, Mori smoothed down her flared leather jacket over the thighs of her bootleg jeans and began to make her way towards the house on the hill. An owl hooted somewhere to the left and the sound of a snapping twig behind her caused Moridanu to hurry up the fog drenched path until she was soon standing before the huge house. Skidding to a halt, Moridanu looked up at it with wide green eyes. Taking in the state of disrepair from the peeling paint to the hanging shutters, Moridanu grinned as a bat flew down from a tree nearby and blocked out the pale light of the moon. ~Cool..~ she murmured as she heard another twig snap behind her and whirled around to see who was there. *
18:38:58 [BriannaCorlin] She might as well have been a wraith haunting the graves of her beloved, slim and ethereal, silent and otherwordly in this strange night. The moonlight was diffuse in the thick banks of fog rolling across the ground; turning the world silver and black, and a thousand shades between, seeming to light her from within so that skin the color of bone seemed lucid and stretched tight over her bones, shadows pooling in the hollows of her face until emerald eyes seemed to burn in the night, a cat's eyes lighting the way, or maybe some errant demons. Listlessly she wandered through the tombstones, her fingers touching them here and there, tracing faded lettering, stroking the embellished fall of a stone angel's gown. She didn't know how far she'd wandered from the tavern now, at some point she'd ceased to count her steps, had stopped struggling to see the landscape through eyes blurred with her thoughts. But here she was now, exhausted and numb to the bone, her sharp nails scraping rock while her bare feet moved over damp moss and grass, a strange irreverence in her step, in the splash of color that was her fiery hair, a banner of flame kissed curls stirring in the night. All her sense were dulled by her hours of ranting and raving, so that not even danger could register as she thoughtlessly headed towards the strange building and the maze that surrounded it, all things that seemed to spring from the middle of no where.
18:39:35 [Ty_Burna] Hmm? So this is where you lead me to tonight Chaos. It's about time we find something more....suiting in my demeanor. *He walks right through the fog, not a care in the world until reaching the edge of the graveyard, his eyes skimming the area. He notes Calanthe already making his way towards the house, and a grin forms on his face.* So, others just so happen to be in the same area I decide to travel to. Wonderful *He continues grinning before walking slowly into the graveyard, not as a sort of reverence to the dead or hesitation, but merely to take his time and go at his own pace. He reaches inside his vest and unfurls the Ouija scroll, gazing down at the letters for a few moments before gazing back up at the house.* Ah so indeed this is our intended destination. At least it will not be a boring night of shuffling through relics in vain. *Though walking slowly, somehow he's managed to catch up to Calanthe, his boots leaving heavy thuds with each step.* A painful addiction is it not? *He reaches into his vest and removes a sealed cigarette case, unlocking it with a twist of the fingers, holding it out for Calanthe while rolling the scroll back up in one hand. He whispers a few things and the scroll seemingly disappates in a blaze. Removing one cigarette for himself he lights it with a snap of his fingers, inhaling slowly* It seems this house has drawn in anyone travelling nearby. *His eyes flash with amusement before gazing back to Calanthe* And so it seems it draws upon the most unlikeliest of groups *He grins as he notices the other three making their way towards the house.*
18:40:16 [The_Haunted_House] The fog seemed to swirl and dance, not used to having guests so early in the evening. It pooled itself together, condensing itself to form around the few scant people it could find. Up and around their bodies it swirled, hiding the true intention that was happening on the ground out of eyesight. You didn't simply greet the corpses by stepping on their headstones, and a lesson was meant to be taught. Hands slowly protruded from the ground, reaching out to break free of roots and grass, dead creatures of the night slithering from the ground. Disfigured, rotten bodies shambled to their former heights pre-death, bloodshot eyes on rubber necks swiveling around to find that which disturbed their sleep. It found not just one, but multiple people. Using arms as balance for equilibrium long not tested, they stumbled forward towards their victims, jaws open wide, salvia falling from open, gaping mouths as rotted teeth wished for nothing more than the sweet taste of flesh, just a bite.
18:40:57 [The_Haunted_House] | I apologize if I cut off anyone else's intro. Didn't mean to hit Enter. |
18:47:42 [The_Haunted_House] Something special is always preserved for the people who insult the worst, in all the dredges of life. You don't simply disrespect the dead, and think it to be all fun and games. The minor minions had scampered from their worm-infested homes, but this one waited til distraction covered his entrance. The ground literally exploded as he surged forth, all seven foot of rotted muscle and growling danger. He did not quite have the decomposed state of his lessers, his body still able to function with balance. He moved towards the slight man whom had stepped on his grave, taking a massive swipe with a hand the size of a large rock, aiming to smack him in the side of the head.
18:49:13 [Diandra_Moon] ~Run! Run! If not the way you came, then away!~ The earth warned as her bare feet moved over the ground that housed the dead. She didn’t know what was going on, but there was something oppressive about the air. It was strange…The fog grew thicker. She felt as if it were suffocating her. It wasn’t until she felt something brush her feet that she realized something was coming out of the ground and knocking clumps of dirt onto her toes. She jumped back in time to see something climbing out of the earth. A half decayed corpse. It reached for her adorned ankle and she screamed, kicking the hand away before she scrambled back. She didn’t have a weapon, and her magic unpredictable at best. Something brushed at the back of her legs and she jumped, screaming again. Pathetic, sure, but she had only been expecting to go for a quick walk, not get dragged into the middle of a rising army of the dead. ~This way! This way!~ There was no teasing from the voices of nature. She took off running. Bless Shira for one thing, she made sure the girl knew how to run and dodge things that seemed to come out of no where. It seemed that left and right, things were popping up out of the ground like demented jacks in boxes.
18:51:58 [Calanthe] Blood. He could smell it on the night air immediately. It wasn’t some miscellaneous blood, either. It was blood he knew well -- blood he had tasted. Diandra. His dull eyes flared, bright as flames and amber-orange in the dark, scanning the shadows for her. And Rain? Bri? He knew their scents well, but it was impossible that they should all be here… He rubbed his face, which was pale as the grave. “Trick of the night,” he murmured. “Hunger…” Some kind of delusion. Hunger for a vampire was like laudanum. He felt slow, vaguely delirious. Nor did he feel any need to call upon his acute senses, his preternatural reserves of strength. Suddenly Ty was at his side. How had he not heard this man approaching? But all that mattered presently was the offered cigarette. “God, is it ever…” He accepted it gratefully. A smoke. Some touchstone of sanity. It was lit before he brought it to his pale lips; he took a deep drag and sighed it out, taking stock of Ty quickly. “Thank you. I feel most…” Confused. Not myself. He tried to push back a few straggling strands of wet hair – always the vain one, always trying to appear presentable – when the ground erupted around them. Clods of earth exploded and he dropped his cigarette. Well, at least he’d gotten one drag. Something hit his face like a freight train. It opened five huge gashes along his temple and cheek, the white skin tearing easily, and black blood blistered to the surface even as the wounds began to heal. Cal snarled and threw himself with blinding speed at whatever had attacked him; so much for not calling on his strength. Blinded by rage and shock, he sought to tackle the thing to the ground.
18:51:58 [Calanthe] Blood. He could smell it on the night air immediately. It wasn’t some miscellaneous blood, either. It was blood he knew well -- blood he had tasted. Diandra. His dull eyes flared, bright as flames and amber-orange in the dark, scanning the shadows for her. And Rain? Bri? He knew their scents well, but it was impossible that they should all be here… He rubbed his face, which was pale as the grave. “Trick of the night,” he murmured. “Hunger…” Some kind of delusion. Hunger for a vampire was like laudanum. He felt slow, vaguely delirious. Nor did he feel any need to call upon his acute senses, his preternatural reserves of strength. Suddenly Ty was at his side. How had he not heard this man approaching? But all that mattered presently was the offered cigarette. “God, is it ever…” He accepted it gratefully. A smoke. Some touchstone of sanity. It was lit before he brought it to his pale lips; he took a deep drag and sighed it out, taking stock of Ty quickly. “Thank you. I feel most…” Confused. Not myself. He tried to push back a few straggling strands of wet hair – always the vain one, always trying to appear presentable – when the ground erupted around them. Clods of earth exploded and he dropped his cigarette. Well, at least he’d gotten one drag. Something hit his face like a freight train. It opened five huge gashes along his temple and cheek, the white skin tearing easily, and black blood blistered to the surface even as the wounds began to heal. Cal snarled and threw himself with blinding speed at whatever had attacked him; so much for not calling on his strength. Blinded by rage and shock, he sought to tackle the thing to the ground.
18:52:58 [The_Haunted_House] The demented aura surrounding the area sensed the fear inside Diandra, knowing that she was not one to stand and fight, and it would take full advantage of this from her. Hands constantly reached out of the ground, grabbing at her feet as she ran, but systematically. It was hoping with each dodge and little turn she made, it would send her closer and closer to the beginning of the maze. Welcome to my web, said the spider to the fly.
18:53:30 Aerienne : The wind tearing through the grounds whips her golden mane here and everywhere, leaves flying past her face, the smell of wet earth and cold winter air. She continues forward, pauses, hesitates- that noise… what was it? She heard something familiar. A voice, a sound. Luminous green eyes, large and unblinking in the utter darkness, fix upon a figure-sound in the distance. She couldn't see him, not clearly anyway, not in this light, but she knew… The way she could always tell when one of the three were about. It was instinctive. There were several others at various points in the graveyard, all heading toward that house on the hill…. Bri…? A form appeared from the mist that had thickened around her feet and been blown upward, halting her train of thought and blinding her temporarily. :: Hello? :: Until she saw the hanging bones, smelled the rotted flesh, realized the predicament she found herself in. Not a beat missed, the last few years gone, she settles into her low, semi-crouched stance and fires a roundhouse kick at the bag of walking bones, a hit to the pelvis which would send the ting flying sideways in complete disarray and give her time to sprint for the people she knew would have her back. :: Bri! Cal!
18:53:30 Aerienne : The wind tearing through the grounds whips her golden mane here and everywhere, leaves flying past her face, the smell of wet earth and cold winter air. She continues forward, pauses, hesitates- that noise… what was it? She heard something familiar. A voice, a sound. Luminous green eyes, large and unblinking in the utter darkness, fix upon a figure-sound in the distance. She couldn't see him, not clearly anyway, not in this light, but she knew… The way she could always tell when one of the three were about. It was instinctive. There were several others at various points in the graveyard, all heading toward that house on the hill…. Bri…? A form appeared from the mist that had thickened around her feet and been blown upward, halting her train of thought and blinding her temporarily. :: Hello? :: Until she saw the hanging bones, smelled the rotted flesh, realized the predicament she found herself in. Not a beat missed, the last few years gone, she settles into her low, semi-crouched stance and fires a roundhouse kick at the bag of walking bones, a hit to the pelvis which would send the ting flying sideways in complete disarray and give her time to sprint for the people she knew would have her back. :: Bri! Cal!
18:53:32 [Moridanu] *As she turned around, she expected to see maybe a wayward coyote or perhaps another hapless fool who had stumbled their way upon the foggy path. The sight before her however was more than her frazzled mind could comprehend. The path she had just walked down appeared to be full of zombies, although her experience with the undead had previously been restricted to tales told around a campfire in her youth. Sounds from the graveyard reached her ears and she considered leaving the safety of the porch and braving the horde of undead.. for about two seconds. Backing away slowly from the scene of horror unfolding before her, Moridanu backed up so that her back was against the front wall of the house, close to the front door. A creaking floorboard to her right drew her attention to a zombie who had apparently figured out how to climb the three short stairs she had climbed herself to be standing where she was now. ~So much for them not being able to climb stairs..~ she muttered before she started looking around for a weapon. Seeing nothing but the gloomy house and the porch on which she stood, Moridanu reached down and yanked one of the loose floorboards out. Swinging it around so that she rested it on her shoulder like a baseball bat, she was pleased to see her plank of wood had come complete with two sharp nails on end. ~Come on then.. ~ she called out. ~Batter up…~ *
18:55:15 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] (see profile for full description) *The girl spun from the shadows on the outskirts of the graveyard, and slide out as if pushing herself through a thick membrane and as if with an inaudible pop the tension was gone and the change of support made her stumble and her boot slide on the ground moist from fog condensation, the skirts flailing around her as she fell squarely onto her face onto the wet earth muttering curses loudly in a foreign language to this place, from the far corners of this world in a place no longer part of it. This was soon replaced by a whole different type of cursing pouring forth from her lips as the scene of the risen dead was taken in around her.*
18:55:15 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] (see profile for full description) *The girl spun from the shadows on the outskirts of the graveyard, and slide out as if pushing herself through a thick membrane and as if with an inaudible pop the tension was gone and the change of support made her stumble and her boot slide on the ground moist from fog condensation, the skirts flailing around her as she fell squarely onto her face onto the wet earth muttering curses loudly in a foreign language to this place, from the far corners of this world in a place no longer part of it. This was soon replaced by a whole different type of cursing pouring forth from her lips as the scene of the risen dead was taken in around her.*
18:55:46 [The_Haunted_House] The seven foot behemoth gave a glorious yell of triumph as it felt its fingers hit living, warm flesh, but its victory was shortlived as it was tackled directly to the ground by a swift counter-attack. Seven foot did not matter in a horizontal position, but still it fought back with teeth, fingers and feet, trying to get purchase on any piece of flesh it could find.
18:58:10 [Ty_Burna] *He nods his head to Calanthe briefly before noticing the wave of undead suddenly materializing around them. As Calanthe gets hit by the monstrosity he turns and faces three zombies circling him, a grin suddenly forms on his face* It is about time! *Ty suddenly springs forward, kicking his left leg up before dropping it and striking outward with his right leg, aiming right for the first zombie's head, flames bursting forth from his foot as it goes to connect. He brings his right arm back and lifts it up into the air, as an incantation begins to straem from him. His eyes goes completely black as he bounces off the one zombie, moving his arm in front of him and his other hand wrapped around his wrist, the orb of fire growing in front of him as the incantation continues.*
18:58:21 [Ty_Burna] ((shit, didn't mean to hit enter))
18:59:40 Tyler enters this room
18:59:46 [The_Haunted_House] Unfortunatrely for Mori, the house did not appreciate having any part of it ripped off. Perhaps she wouldn't mind if one of her arms was ripped off and then brandished as a weapon against her. Three remaining floorboards around the ones she ripped up fell through suddenly, opening up into a small pit about right foot down below the porch. The pit was full of soft dirt on the side, making it almost impossible for one to climb up by hand, but climbing out should be the least of her worries at the moment, as the zombie who was about to be used as a baseball had collapsed into the pit with her.
19:00:21 [BriannaCorlin] One moment she was walking, thoughtless, and immersed in her own thoughts, the next she was jerking her foot out of the grasp of something slimy and strangely firm with an embarassingly female shriek of dismay." What in the hell..." Backing away from the area with the offending grasp, she promptly found herself embraced by another shambling corpse, the familiar smell of dead and rotting flesh filling the air so that she gagged even as she ripped herself free, gritting her teeth and shoving the re-animated body back out of reach. Though, she didn't exactly call out, or yell....conversationally she spoke, backing up while the growing crowd of corpses seemed to materialize out of the fog. "Cal, could you..." She didn't finish her thought. She felt, more than saw or heard whatever hit him. Could scent his blood in the air as it welled to the surface of his skin, could almost feel along the length of her body where the blow had left his bruised and sore. Like a creature provoked, she snarled and turned on the nearest shuffling body, anger turning her face into an inhuman mask of sharp teeth and flame-touched eyes as she took it's head off with a well placed blow, momentarily grimacing at the...ick, on her hand, before the bite of rotten teeth into her shoulder made her hiss with pain, her nails scraping the offender off quickly even as she vaguely heard Rain calling out in the distances, her sigh audible as she rolled her eyes and quickly beheaded another body with a disgusted look on her face, lifting her voice above the growing din of sounds. "Head towards the house, Rain. And do try not to get bitten. You're one of the few of us left alive."
18:58:21 [Ty_Burna] ((shit, didn't mean to hit enter))
18:59:40 Tyler enters this room
18:59:46 [The_Haunted_House] Unfortunatrely for Mori, the house did not appreciate having any part of it ripped off. Perhaps she wouldn't mind if one of her arms was ripped off and then brandished as a weapon against her. Three remaining floorboards around the ones she ripped up fell through suddenly, opening up into a small pit about right foot down below the porch. The pit was full of soft dirt on the side, making it almost impossible for one to climb up by hand, but climbing out should be the least of her worries at the moment, as the zombie who was about to be used as a baseball had collapsed into the pit with her.
19:00:21 [BriannaCorlin] One moment she was walking, thoughtless, and immersed in her own thoughts, the next she was jerking her foot out of the grasp of something slimy and strangely firm with an embarassingly female shriek of dismay." What in the hell..." Backing away from the area with the offending grasp, she promptly found herself embraced by another shambling corpse, the familiar smell of dead and rotting flesh filling the air so that she gagged even as she ripped herself free, gritting her teeth and shoving the re-animated body back out of reach. Though, she didn't exactly call out, or yell....conversationally she spoke, backing up while the growing crowd of corpses seemed to materialize out of the fog. "Cal, could you..." She didn't finish her thought. She felt, more than saw or heard whatever hit him. Could scent his blood in the air as it welled to the surface of his skin, could almost feel along the length of her body where the blow had left his bruised and sore. Like a creature provoked, she snarled and turned on the nearest shuffling body, anger turning her face into an inhuman mask of sharp teeth and flame-touched eyes as she took it's head off with a well placed blow, momentarily grimacing at the...ick, on her hand, before the bite of rotten teeth into her shoulder made her hiss with pain, her nails scraping the offender off quickly even as she vaguely heard Rain calling out in the distances, her sigh audible as she rolled her eyes and quickly beheaded another body with a disgusted look on her face, lifting her voice above the growing din of sounds. "Head towards the house, Rain. And do try not to get bitten. You're one of the few of us left alive."
19:03:02 [Calanthe] More than anything, he was enraged at having lost his smoke to the boggy ground of the graveyard. It had been quite divine… the burnt tobacco uncurling in his ancient lungs. And then there was the issue of Rain, Diandra, Bri… were they actually here? He heard Rain’s voice call his name as if through a fog. Nothing could convince him he wasn’t dreaming, nor was there time to process the situation. He fell to the ground with a hulking body beneath him. It smelled fetid and felt cold as he was, clammy under his strong hands. It tore at him with teeth and hands and he tore right back at it. The gouges it opened on his face, neck and arms wept and blistered briefly before they healed, but it hurt like hell. He laughed. Obscene that he should laugh, but he always did when fighting. It made him feel mad… less stable than ever. “Yes, I stepped on your grave!” he shrieked. “And I’ll do it again!” He dug his fingers into the monster’s scalp and pulled with all his strength, seeking to dislodge the head and toss it far as he could.
19:03:46 [Ty_Burna] *He suddenly lifts his arm up and slams it down to the ground, a blazing circle forming around him, tendrils of flame sprouting forth from the circle, aiming directly for the three zombies in front of him. He lowers his head as he focuses on his attack. The tendrils strike out at the zombies, turning them to ash immediately. He stands up straight and turns towards Calanthe and the giant zombie. He grips his hand in front of him, the tendrils swiftly changing course and burrowing underground.* I wonder if they prefer getting attacked the same way they do. *The whole time his smile doesn't disappear as the channels of fire course through the ground right towards the giant zombie*
19:03:46 [Ty_Burna] *He suddenly lifts his arm up and slams it down to the ground, a blazing circle forming around him, tendrils of flame sprouting forth from the circle, aiming directly for the three zombies in front of him. He lowers his head as he focuses on his attack. The tendrils strike out at the zombies, turning them to ash immediately. He stands up straight and turns towards Calanthe and the giant zombie. He grips his hand in front of him, the tendrils swiftly changing course and burrowing underground.* I wonder if they prefer getting attacked the same way they do. *The whole time his smile doesn't disappear as the channels of fire course through the ground right towards the giant zombie*
19:04:20 [Diandra_Moon] ~The maze…The maze…It twists and turns…Cuts ones body and mind…Safe…A chance to live rather than facing death…~ Stupid voices! They didn’t need to tell her all that. They could have just told her to run to the maze. The added commentary had not been desired. Though part of her was thankful for the warning, the rest of the what was terrified had wished they would have kept the information to themselves. One of the hands erupting from the ground managed to catch her ankle and trip her. She rolled, learning the hard way how to fall correctly. A groan of pain slid from her throat as her side banged against a broken headstone that was risen a few inches from the ground. A hand came up right in front of her face and she screamed again, forcing herself to roll over the busted headstone, away from the hand. More seemed to pop up as she rolled. Decayed fingers seemed to wrap around her neck and cut a scream short. Her hands immediately went to the offending hand, warmth exploding inside her and escaping through her fingertips and palms. She screamed again, but this time in pain as the sunlight-like light burned her attacker, and left her own hands blistered. She coughed and rose, her hand to her throat as she stumbled closer to what the voices said was safety. Anyone seeing her and recognizing her would know she was most likely running-or stumbling- to safety. She collapsed at the entrance of the briar laden maze, already having learned her lessons about their bite from the woods.
19:05:26 [The_Haunted_House] The monster zombie felt the weak tendons in its neck being pulled taut, before the whole head came off in Cal's hands. Like a giant worm, it's lower half went completely still, the fight going out of it, but the head kept up the fight. Teeth snapped together, trying to bite as it snarled and spit like an angry dog.
19:05:26 [The_Haunted_House] The monster zombie felt the weak tendons in its neck being pulled taut, before the whole head came off in Cal's hands. Like a giant worm, it's lower half went completely still, the fight going out of it, but the head kept up the fight. Teeth snapped together, trying to bite as it snarled and spit like an angry dog.
19:09:30 [Aerienne] :: Grave-spiters popping up like pansies, she ducks and bobs and waves her way through them, most of them going down like the powder-kegs they are. Nothing but dust and cobwebs holding them together. A big one rears up in front of her, but having leapt sideways to avoid a particularly "healthy" looking one, she's stuck on a course of direction. Eyes glowing with adrenaline, hair flying like the war banner of the ancient Viking ships, she lets out a banshee scream of bloodcurdling delight and launches herself at the zombie's chest, ready to tear it apart bit by rotten bit. As they both go down, the zombie now missing an arm, Rain having gained an appendage seemingly bolted around her bicep with 5 steel talons, she hears Bri slightly behind her and to the side. :: Bite? These fuckers bite?! :: One might wonder where the angel's vocal had changed, but the tone was unmistakeable- she'd been itching for a release from the endless boredom and this fight was right up her ally. :: YaaaahhhH!!!
19:10:09 [The_Haunted_House] Mission accomplished, able to seperate Diandra and at the same time partially incapacitate her. Seeking her disoriented nature, the hedge maze reached out with its thorny vines, wrapping around her ankles to drag her into a section of maze that opened up, seeming to swallow her whole as the hole closed behind her, sealing her inside by herself. The walls rose high, and were incredibly thick, blocking out all screams and yells from within. The path for the maze was very thin, at the most three feet wide, making it very hard to walk without being scratched. The only light that lit the path came from the moon, giving just the smallest amount of visibilty.
19:10:09 [The_Haunted_House] Mission accomplished, able to seperate Diandra and at the same time partially incapacitate her. Seeking her disoriented nature, the hedge maze reached out with its thorny vines, wrapping around her ankles to drag her into a section of maze that opened up, seeming to swallow her whole as the hole closed behind her, sealing her inside by herself. The walls rose high, and were incredibly thick, blocking out all screams and yells from within. The path for the maze was very thin, at the most three feet wide, making it very hard to walk without being scratched. The only light that lit the path came from the moon, giving just the smallest amount of visibilty.
19:14:56 [Moridanu] *One moment she was standing there, steadying her gait and positioning herself to slam a home run and the next moment the floor fell away from beneath her and she fell to the soft dirt ground beneath her with a loud oof! Climbing to her feet, she saw the zombie had fallen through the floor with her and was also struggling to its feet. ~Oh no you don’t..~ she muttered as she spread her legs wide enough to position her weight effectively. Using all her strength, she swung the plank backwards and then forwards, connecting with the zombies head with a sickening THUNK. Grinning like an idiot when the zombies head quickly fell and rolled away from its body, Mori started humming “Take me out to the Ball Game..” as she stepped closer to the twitching body. After a few more whacks with the plank, Moridanu had to physically yank the plank away from the zombie as the two sharp nails had become embedded in its torso. Once the bloody and battered body of the undead was lying still at her feet, she wiped the sweat from her brow and looked up. Taking in the hole in the floorboards above her and the soft dirt on either side of the pit, it looked almost impossible for her climb out. ~Shit..~ she moaned, kicking one of the dirt walls in frustration. A long dead root tumbled out of the crumbling dirt as the wall of the pit fell away a little. Picking up the gnarled root, she weighed it up in her hand before tugging more of it out of the dirt. Once she had enough of a length, she swung it up like a rope and successfully threw it up and out of the pit. Unfortunately there was nothing or nobody for the root rope to snag on and it fell back down into her dark pit as soon as she pulled on it. ~Shit!~ she moaned again and stood looking up at the hole above her as she considered her next move. *
19:15:16 [Calanthe] Improbably, the body of his assailant died… and the head kept fighting like a fucking shark. It got its rotten shards of teeth into his wrist and he screamed like a banshee. “Motherfucker!” He repaid the thing in kind. Somewhere in his peripheral vision he saw Ty barreling towards them, smiling ever so nonchalantly, which was curious to be sure… and strangely comforting. Cal bit into the face. He was like a rabid animal; he unsheathed his fangs and his strong jaws gaped, snapping down on the rotten flesh of the monster’s cheek and nose bridge. Whatever bone remained beneath, it cracked and crumbled in his mouth. He could no more let go than a pit bull. He shook the thing vehemently, feeling bits of decayed flesh and necrotic bone snag between his teeth, and finally tore out a huge chunk of the creature’s… face. He threw the head violently from him and gagged, spitting up bits of skin and bone on the graveyard ground. He had to find… his friends. If indeed they were here. He staggered up and moved forward, kicking another grave on his way.
19:15:16 [Calanthe] Improbably, the body of his assailant died… and the head kept fighting like a fucking shark. It got its rotten shards of teeth into his wrist and he screamed like a banshee. “Motherfucker!” He repaid the thing in kind. Somewhere in his peripheral vision he saw Ty barreling towards them, smiling ever so nonchalantly, which was curious to be sure… and strangely comforting. Cal bit into the face. He was like a rabid animal; he unsheathed his fangs and his strong jaws gaped, snapping down on the rotten flesh of the monster’s cheek and nose bridge. Whatever bone remained beneath, it cracked and crumbled in his mouth. He could no more let go than a pit bull. He shook the thing vehemently, feeling bits of decayed flesh and necrotic bone snag between his teeth, and finally tore out a huge chunk of the creature’s… face. He threw the head violently from him and gagged, spitting up bits of skin and bone on the graveyard ground. He had to find… his friends. If indeed they were here. He staggered up and moved forward, kicking another grave on his way.
19:16:54 [Diandra_Moon] She was just pulling in a breath when she felt something tangle with the bells around her ankles. She managed one bloodcurdling scream of panic before she was dragged into the maze to what seemed to be a welcome place for the place. The vines seemed to let go of her ankle once she was cut away from the outside world. For once she was thankful for her small stature. She wasn’t even five feet tall, and she was fairly lithe. The maze having three feet from wall to wall for the corridor that it seemed she was meant to walk down gave her plenty of room as long as she didn’t stumble. Common sense told her to stay put, don’t move, and wait for someone who could at least fight whatever monsters this place threw at her, but everything else screamed that she better move, or she would definitely find out what this place could do to her if she didn’t get moving. Blood dripped down onto the ground from her arm, the tumble in the graveyard having reopened the wounds that had been inflicted on her before she came across that accursed resting place. With a sigh, she started walking, doing her best to keep away from the cutting briars that seemed to reach out for her.
19:18:16 [Aerienne] :: The mutha-zombie-flusher's hand was death-gripped to her arm, and although the rest of it was in pieces now as a result of the mad swinging and kicking, rolling about i the dirt so she now resembled one of them more, probably, the the rest of the midnight wanderers that are stuck in this nightmare, she couldn't get this fucking jewelry off! Back on her feet, covered head to toe in mud, green gaze dancing madly in a face lit up with smile, she was plowing her way through dead things with glorious delight. :; Take this! And that! And THIS! :: With a particularly vicious roundhouse kick to the jaw, another zombie went stumbling away groping for their head. She was catching up to the noise of the crowd before her, though who was in it would be anyone's guess. And then … the ground fell out from beneath her reaching foot, and down down down she went… about 6 feet would be her guess.. into a grave from which a zombie had exited and not carefully tamped down the earth behind it. Damn zombies. No consideration for others. Unfortuantely, it's a tight spot because they're still coming and she's pretty trapped. Damn. :: Uh… Bri…? You still nearby??
19:20:22 [The_Haunted_House] The wind seemed to pick up inside the of the maze, giving a deep chill to its interior. A scuffling sound followed Diandra and her small frame, light growls and the rustling of bushes seeming to come and go from in front, behind, and to the sides of her. Voices seemed to carry on the wind, haunting whispers of pain and anguish carrying to Diandra's ears.
19:20:41 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *She quickly found her way to her feet on the outskirts of the graveyard so not on any graves, she took in the situation watching the other figures in the distance seeing the light produced by the fire in the distance. What had she got herself into, how did she even find herself in this situation. Shadow jumping can be ever so unreliable at times. She dug into one of her pockets dragging out a map unfolding it while keeping an eye out around her. The map looked wrong despite it being a single piece of paper it seemed to exist more than it should, parts of it seeming to spill out beyond the papers normal two dimensional bounds in thick black and purple shimmering lines. *
19:20:41 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *She quickly found her way to her feet on the outskirts of the graveyard so not on any graves, she took in the situation watching the other figures in the distance seeing the light produced by the fire in the distance. What had she got herself into, how did she even find herself in this situation. Shadow jumping can be ever so unreliable at times. She dug into one of her pockets dragging out a map unfolding it while keeping an eye out around her. The map looked wrong despite it being a single piece of paper it seemed to exist more than it should, parts of it seeming to spill out beyond the papers normal two dimensional bounds in thick black and purple shimmering lines. *
19:21:15 [BriannaCorlin] Clearly, from the expression on Bri's face, she thought she was surrounded by idiots. Vaguely she could see Rain bounding and tackling body after body like some overly energetic sunbeam of death....and it was probably that which kept her distracted enough that a legless corpse could reach up to wrap it's arms around her waist, it's mouth opening wide so that it could sink it's teeth into her belly. With a howl of pure rage, she flung the thing across the graveyard, satisfied with the distant sound of bone cracking as she snarled at the sluggishly advancing army. Pressing a hand protectively against her stomach, she stalked sure-footed through the fog to Rain's make shift grave, reaching down and grabbing the woman's arm long enough to pull her out, before dragging her along as she made a direct path to Cal, the side of her face throbbing and burning in time with his healing wounds. Like a ghost she came through a bank of fog to stand in front of him, her eyes flicking briefly to his healing battle wounds before she tucked her arm through one of his and started for the maze, dragging both of them along. "Can we please leave? I don't really want to get anymore.... goo, or whatever the fuck you would call it on my hands, or skirts, or hair, or any other part of my being anymore. We might as well go on." Tellingly, and just for him, her hand trembled on Cal's arms, the only sign that something had happened that truly terrified her.
19:21:20 [Moridanu] *Looking around her for something to use to help her get out of here, Moridanu gasped as she saw the zombies head was still moving. Unblinking eyes gazed at her as the head used its open jaw to bite ground underneath it, slowing dragging itself closer towards her. Delivering a perfect kick to the jaw and relishing the sound of the bottom jaw bone hitting the other wall, Moridanu weighed up her rope and threw it up towards the hole again. This time it took her two attempts to get the rope up and out of the pit. Tugging on it gently, she was afraid to test it too quickly in case it fell back in again. Sighing, Moridanu called out ~Hey.. anyone out there? Er.. anyone who’s not a zombie preferably?~*
19:21:20 [Moridanu] *Looking around her for something to use to help her get out of here, Moridanu gasped as she saw the zombies head was still moving. Unblinking eyes gazed at her as the head used its open jaw to bite ground underneath it, slowing dragging itself closer towards her. Delivering a perfect kick to the jaw and relishing the sound of the bottom jaw bone hitting the other wall, Moridanu weighed up her rope and threw it up towards the hole again. This time it took her two attempts to get the rope up and out of the pit. Tugging on it gently, she was afraid to test it too quickly in case it fell back in again. Sighing, Moridanu called out ~Hey.. anyone out there? Er.. anyone who’s not a zombie preferably?~*
19:22:54 [Ty_Burna] *A laugh escapes him as the tendrils slow their burrowing, returning back to their master. One tendril however bursts from the ground and aims to decimate what remains of the head. He turns back towards the house and then to Calanthe* So it seems we're going to have a bit more fun here then even I had anticipated *He throws his head back and laughs before loosening his fist, the circle of fire minimizing to just under his feet. as he walks. His pace becomes more brisk as his head lowers and his eyes narrow towards the house* Maybe I should just burn the damn thing down and we can all get on with our days. Or perhaps let's see what horrors it has to offer. *The smile returns as he lights up another cigarette, exhaling slowly as he makes it to the porch. He stops as he gazes down into the pit, not much could be seen, so he drops to one knee, holding his hand down into the abyss of darkness, a single flame emitting from his hand. Upon seeing Mori his grin widens* It seems to me you are having some difficulty there. I'm not one to be a good samaritan but I also know it's easier to not get killed with allies. Come, throw the rope up to me. *The flame slides away from his hand to the side, keeping the top of the hole illuminated. He reaches down with his arm, motioning for her to throw it again.*
19:24:33 [The_Haunted_House] The rope Mori tossed up and out of the pit landed perfectly, and as she held it in her hands, she could feeling it growing taut, like someone had answered a wish she had made for help. Nothing pulled on the root, simply held it tight for her, as if it was tethered to some unseen weight outside of her hole.
19:28:47 [Ty_Burna] *Minor correction to my post.* *he reaches down and grabs hold of the rope, holding it tight with one hand, his other grabbing hold of the flame and sending blasts of fire towards some approaching zombies* If you wish to join us up here, you may want to make it quick. *The circle of fire under his feet expands forth, creating a small wall in front of him.*
19:29:17 [Aerienne] :: Jumping up, grabbing edge, having it rip apart in your hands and send you back down, this was the cycle her actions seemed to be following. Thankfully, so far, the zombies hadn't noticed her in this position and hadn't come down to "visit," yet. And then… she was out of the grave, yanked up so quickly by her extended arm that she watched the browny-black dirt horizon give way to the inky black fog horizon of the night. She was pulled off her feet, as Bri dragged her through, around, over more walking corpses, stumbling to keep up with her surprisingly strong sister, who seemed… different. As as they got closer to where Cal was felt, he was too. Weird. She'd been dutifully using her strong captor as leverage to punch, kick, launch herself at any zombie within range as she was dragged about, but did manage to glance back at the other captive and grin- :: Hey! This is some fun, huh?! :: - before continuing her one-armed assault on whatever was plaguing Bri's right side. ::
19:29:19 [Diandra_Moon] Strange voices were nothing new to Diandra. She heard them all the time. Whispers all around her, and in her mind…~Heeeeeelp meeeeee........pleeeease......heeeeeelp meeee.... ~ Those didn’t bother her so much. But the growling and shuffling from the bushes startled her. Her bare feet padded almost silently down the corridors of the maze, the stone and earth, and dead leaves telling her the path to take, all the while, her blood dripping and leaving a trail that could be followed if anyone stumbled upon it. One growl was too close for comfort and she jumped, her arm meeting an especially viscous bramble of tangles briars. She gasped and groaned as more blood was drawn and slid down her arm and onto the ground. All she heard of the voices of nature only told her to follow, but not what they were leading her to. For all she knew, there was a creature within the maze that needed help, and that was where they were leading her…Or they were leading her to a monster…Or -and this was what she hoped- how to get out of this place.
19:29:17 [Aerienne] :: Jumping up, grabbing edge, having it rip apart in your hands and send you back down, this was the cycle her actions seemed to be following. Thankfully, so far, the zombies hadn't noticed her in this position and hadn't come down to "visit," yet. And then… she was out of the grave, yanked up so quickly by her extended arm that she watched the browny-black dirt horizon give way to the inky black fog horizon of the night. She was pulled off her feet, as Bri dragged her through, around, over more walking corpses, stumbling to keep up with her surprisingly strong sister, who seemed… different. As as they got closer to where Cal was felt, he was too. Weird. She'd been dutifully using her strong captor as leverage to punch, kick, launch herself at any zombie within range as she was dragged about, but did manage to glance back at the other captive and grin- :: Hey! This is some fun, huh?! :: - before continuing her one-armed assault on whatever was plaguing Bri's right side. ::
19:29:19 [Diandra_Moon] Strange voices were nothing new to Diandra. She heard them all the time. Whispers all around her, and in her mind…~Heeeeeelp meeeeee........pleeeease......heeeeeelp meeee.... ~ Those didn’t bother her so much. But the growling and shuffling from the bushes startled her. Her bare feet padded almost silently down the corridors of the maze, the stone and earth, and dead leaves telling her the path to take, all the while, her blood dripping and leaving a trail that could be followed if anyone stumbled upon it. One growl was too close for comfort and she jumped, her arm meeting an especially viscous bramble of tangles briars. She gasped and groaned as more blood was drawn and slid down her arm and onto the ground. All she heard of the voices of nature only told her to follow, but not what they were leading her to. For all she knew, there was a creature within the maze that needed help, and that was where they were leading her…Or they were leading her to a monster…Or -and this was what she hoped- how to get out of this place.
19:30:36 [Calanthe] “Cig…” He reached feebly, vacantly after Ty’s retreating back. No chance of that then. Like some kind of maniac, he was loping along, still spitting bits of skin and bone from his mouth, as he scanned the ground for the cigarette he’d dropped. Then Brianna’s arm found his and he came to. No smoking. There would be no smoking. Dimly, he appeared to accept this. He blinked a bit and smiled at her, then surveyed the graveyard and the general carnage. “This is… this is all rather… peculiar, no?” He glanced at her stomach and tugged her closer. Then he saw Rain. “Holy hell…” He hauled Bri along, toward Rain, closer to the maze, and hugged her with one arm when he reached her. He smelled like… the ocean. Which was weird. And he was soaking wet. But he hugged Rain like he was trying to crush her, and Brianna, into one person. “Fun? Fucking… no. You! You’re alive! Good lord… the three of us…” It was the most excited he’d been in half a decade. He pushed them back and looked at them. They’d more or less stumbled into the maze now, but he was oblivious to it.
19:30:43 Eric_Sorrenson enters this room
19:30:55 [The_Haunted_House] The house, sensing Ty's closeness, almost seems to smirk down at him with knowing foreboding. He stood just a bit to close to the front door, as it flew open, slamming violently into his body and sending him airborne. The door then slammed back shut, dust falling from the overhang with the force of its impact. The house was mean, vicious....but it had a hint of a sense of humor. The Welcome mat by the front door clearly stated that.
19:34:30 [The_Haunted_House] Seeing as how Bri, Cal and Rain had finally stumbled their way into the maze, it now had four occupants to toy with. Diandra was moving along slowly, following, or chasing, phantom sounds, or what she believed was a way out. The briar maze opened a path beside her, leaving a large door to easily fit through, showing her the three new people who had found their way inside.
19:30:43 Eric_Sorrenson enters this room
19:30:55 [The_Haunted_House] The house, sensing Ty's closeness, almost seems to smirk down at him with knowing foreboding. He stood just a bit to close to the front door, as it flew open, slamming violently into his body and sending him airborne. The door then slammed back shut, dust falling from the overhang with the force of its impact. The house was mean, vicious....but it had a hint of a sense of humor. The Welcome mat by the front door clearly stated that.
19:34:30 [The_Haunted_House] Seeing as how Bri, Cal and Rain had finally stumbled their way into the maze, it now had four occupants to toy with. Diandra was moving along slowly, following, or chasing, phantom sounds, or what she believed was a way out. The briar maze opened a path beside her, leaving a large door to easily fit through, showing her the three new people who had found their way inside.
19:35:28 [Moridanu] *Pulling on the rope gently she was surprised to find it felt remarkably strong and able to hold her weight. She was just about to pull herself up when what appeared to be a flaming hand appeared in the dark gaping hole above her head. A voice called out to her and she called back ~Er… hello.. I have a rope.. root.. well.. I have a root rope.. the end of it should be there somewhere?~ Tugging on the root again, she grinned when she saw her mysterious knight in shining armour had grabbed the root rope. ~Fuck it.. lets do this..~she muttered and gave the rope one more tug without waiting for the headless voice to call anything back down to her. Tossing her amber curls over her shoulder she started pulling herself up and out of the pit. As the rope was attached to her mysterious saviour, so too was she attached to him and just as she rose out of the pit, he went flying through the air taking her with him. ~What the fuck..~ she yelled as she fell, before landing on the porch. ~Well.. that’s one way to pull someone out of a pit I suppose..~ she climbed to her feet and looked around her, taking in the zombies and the wall of fire. ~Interesting party trick you got going on there..~ she muttered before looking around for another weapon. Missing her baseball bat plank already, Mori sighed and looked towards the house.*
19:36:09 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *She looked over the map and shook it, the lines moved and seemed to congeal all leading to a centralized point she let out a small sigh of expletives as she folded up the unusual bit of paper work and tucked it back into her pocket. She knew the basic fundamentals of these sort of things so she tip toed around the graves trying to hold the shadows close to her hoping to be over looked, not necessarily due to lack of being seen, but more trying to incorporate the elements into her own aura so the monsters would simply think she was one of them if they did notice her. The alternative is of course she made herself a great big beacon for everything to focus on. She was really hoping it wasn't that option.*
19:36:09 [Lorelai_Draven-Razal] *She looked over the map and shook it, the lines moved and seemed to congeal all leading to a centralized point she let out a small sigh of expletives as she folded up the unusual bit of paper work and tucked it back into her pocket. She knew the basic fundamentals of these sort of things so she tip toed around the graves trying to hold the shadows close to her hoping to be over looked, not necessarily due to lack of being seen, but more trying to incorporate the elements into her own aura so the monsters would simply think she was one of them if they did notice her. The alternative is of course she made herself a great big beacon for everything to focus on. She was really hoping it wasn't that option.*
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