[Hatter's]: Strange Aeons: In Search of Sanity, IC:

[Hattish Thing]

Unknown Time, Unknown Location:

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Sable:

You don't know how much more of this your overworked body can take.

Your muscles ache, and you feel your heart pound violently in your chest like some monstrous creature trying to escape it's confines, but you know you must not stop. Fatigue slows you down, and the painful beat of exhausted feet on firm, unforgiving cobblestone sends jolts of agony ripping up your strained legs. Desperation and fear keeps you going, but you know inside that you can't go on forever. However, the alternative was too horrifying to even contemplate. No, you can't stop, you mustn't stop, anything but that, anything but that! It's following you still, even now, like some obsessed hunting beast conjured from the deepest pits of Hell, stalking you, toying with you.

Almost like it was enjoying it all, the thrill of the hunt.

You dash and turn a corner in an attempt to escape the fiend, but you know it's still there. You can feel it in your bones, and you can hear the slavering moans, and shrieks, and bloodcurdling howls echoing from within the putrid, otherworldly fog. The fog, the repulsive, foul-smelling fog! All around you is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the abandoned alley's decrepit canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some vile, jaundiced flash flood.

Ahead, the cold, unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right, the path barely illuminated by the blackened, bleeding moon, the only celestial body visible in the bruised, starless, and empty twilight sky. However, even the the dim light of the bleeding moon provides little in the way of comfort, for the blackened moon is nearly blotted out by yellow flesh-fog, which clings to it like a cancer in the sky above, visible even from the ground.

Behind, from the silent swell of the mist, emanates the sound of sinister footsteps, ominous and slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave of foul, yellow mist.

It's coming.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, left or right.]

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25b7:

You don't know how much more of this your overworked body can take.

Your synthetic muscles ache, and you feel your engineered heart pound violently in your chest like some monstrous creature trying to escape it's confines, but you know you must not stop. You're wounded, the deep gash in your leg gushing white fluid. The injury slows you down, and the painful beat of exhausted feet on firm, unforgiving cobblestone sends jolts of agony ripping up your strained leg. Desperation and fear keeps you going, but you know inside that you can't go on forever, eventually the injury would take it's toll upon your artificial body. However, the alternative was too horrifying to even contemplate. No, you can't stop, you mustn't stop, anything but that, anything but that! It's following you still, even now, like some obsessed hunting beast conjured from the deepest pits of Hell, stalking you, toying with you.

Almost like it was enjoying it all, the thrill of the hunt.

You dash and turn a corner in an attempt to escape the fiend, but you know it's still there. You can feel it in your glass-like bones, and you can hear the slavering moans, and shrieks, and bloodcurdling howls echoing from within the putrid, otherworldly fog. The fog, the repulsive, foul-smelling fog! All around you is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the abandoned alley's decrepit canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some vile, jaundiced flash flood.

Ahead, the cold, unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right, the path barely illuminated by the blackened, bleeding moon, the only celestial body visible in the bruised, starless, and empty twilight sky. However, even the the dim light of the bleeding moon provides little in the way of comfort, for the blackened moon is nearly blotted out by yellow flesh-fog, which clings to it like a cancer in the sky above, visible even from the ground.

Behind, from the silent swell of the mist, emanates the sound of sinister footsteps, ominous and slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave of foul, yellow mist.

It's coming.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, left or right.]

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??????:

You don't know how much more of this your overworked body can take.

Your muscles ache, and you feel your heart pound violently in your chest like some monstrous creature trying to escape it's confines, but you know you must not stop. Fatigue slows you down, and the painful beat of exhausted feet on firm, unforgiving cobblestone sends jolts of agony ripping up your strained legs. Desperation and fear keeps you going, but you know inside that you can't go on forever. However, the alternative was too horrifying to even contemplate. No, you can't stop, you mustn't stop, anything but that, anything but that! It's following you still, even now, like some obsessed hunting beast conjured from the deepest pits of Hell, stalking you, toying with you.

Almost like it was enjoying it all, the thrill of the hunt.

You dash and turn a corner in an attempt to escape the fiend, but you know it's still there. You can feel it in your bones, and you can hear the slavering moans, and shrieks, and bloodcurdling howls echoing from within the putrid, otherworldly fog. The fog, the repulsive, foul-smelling fog! All around you is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the abandoned alley's decrepit canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some vile, jaundiced flash flood.

Ahead, the cold, unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right, the path barely illuminated by the blackened, bleeding moon, the only celestial body visible in the bruised, starless, and empty twilight sky. However, even the the dim light of the bleeding moon provides little in the way of comfort, for the blackened moon is nearly blotted out by yellow flesh-fog, which clings to it like a cancer in the sky above, visible even from the ground.

Behind, from the silent swell of the mist, emanates the sound of sinister footsteps, ominous and slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave of foul, yellow mist.

It's coming.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, left or right.]

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Lani:

You don't know how much more of this your overworked body can take.

Your muscles ache, and you feel your heart pound violently in your chest like some monstrous creature trying to escape it's confines, but you know you must not stop. Fatigue slows you down, and the painful beat of exhausted feet on firm, unforgiving cobblestone sends jolts of agony ripping up your strained legs. Desperation and fear keeps you going, but you know inside that you can't go on forever. However, the alternative was too horrifying to even contemplate. No, you can't stop, you mustn't stop, anything but that, anything but that! It's following you still, even now, like some obsessed hunting beast conjured from the deepest pits of Hell, stalking you, toying with you.

Almost like it was enjoying it all, the thrill of the hunt.

You dash and turn a corner in an attempt to escape the fiend, but you know it's still there. You can feel it in your bones, and you can hear the slavering moans, and shrieks, and bloodcurdling howls echoing from within the putrid, otherworldly fog. The fog, the repulsive, foul-smelling fog! All around you is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the abandoned alley's decrepit canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some vile, jaundiced flash flood.

Ahead, the cold, unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right, the path barely illuminated by the blackened, bleeding moon, the only celestial body visible in the bruised, starless, and empty twilight sky. However, even the the dim light of the bleeding moon provides little in the way of comfort, for the blackened moon is nearly blotted out by yellow flesh-fog, which clings to it like a cancer in the sky above, visible even from the ground.

Behind, from the silent swell of the mist, emanates the sound of sinister footsteps, ominous and slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave of foul, yellow mist.

It's coming.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, left or right.]

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Isaac:

You don't know how much more of this your overworked body can take.

Your muscles ache, and you feel your heart pound violently in your chest like some monstrous creature trying to escape it's confines, but you know you must not stop. Fatigue slows you down, and the painful beat of exhausted feet on firm, unforgiving cobblestone sends jolts of agony ripping up your strained legs. Desperation and fear keeps you going, but you know inside that you can't go on forever. However, the alternative was too horrifying to even contemplate. No, you can't stop, you mustn't stop, anything but that, anything but that! It's following you still, even now, like some obsessed hunting beast conjured from the deepest pits of Hell, stalking you, toying with you.

Almost like it was enjoying it all, the thrill of the hunt.

You dash and turn a corner in an attempt to escape the fiend, but you know it's still there. You can feel it in your bones, and you can hear the slavering moans, and shrieks, and bloodcurdling howls echoing from within the putrid, otherworldly fog. The fog, the repulsive, foul-smelling fog! All around you is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the abandoned alley's decrepit canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some vile, jaundiced flash flood.

Ahead, the cold, unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right, the path barely illuminated by the blackened, bleeding moon, the only celestial body visible in the bruised, starless, and empty twilight sky. However, even the the dim light of the bleeding moon provides little in the way of comfort, for the blackened moon is nearly blotted out by yellow flesh-fog, which clings to it like a cancer in the sky above, visible even from the ground.

Behind, from the silent swell of the mist, emanates the sound of sinister footsteps, ominous and slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave of foul, yellow mist.

It's coming.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, left or right.]

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Akki:

You don't know how much more of this your overworked body can take.

Your muscles ache, and you feel your heart pound violently in your chest like some monstrous creature trying to escape it's confines, but you know you must not stop. Fatigue slows you down, and the painful beat of exhausted feet on firm, unforgiving cobblestone sends jolts of agony ripping up your strained legs. Desperation and fear keeps you going, but you know inside that you can't go on forever. However, the alternative was too horrifying to even contemplate. No, you can't stop, you mustn't stop, anything but that, anything but that! It's following you still, even now, like some obsessed hunting beast conjured from the deepest pits of Hell, stalking you, toying with you.

Almost like it was enjoying it all, the thrill of the hunt.

You dash and turn a corner in an attempt to escape the fiend, but you know it's still there. You can feel it in your bones, and you can hear the slavering moans, and shrieks, and bloodcurdling howls echoing from within the putrid, otherworldly fog. The fog, the repulsive, foul-smelling fog! All around you is a wall of sickly yellow fog, tumbling through the abandoned alley's decrepit canyon of crumbling, gray brick walls like some vile, jaundiced flash flood.

Ahead, the cold, unfamiliar alley splits, curving to the left and right, the path barely illuminated by the blackened, bleeding moon, the only celestial body visible in the bruised, starless, and empty twilight sky. However, even the the dim light of the bleeding moon provides little in the way of comfort, for the blackened moon is nearly blotted out by yellow flesh-fog, which clings to it like a cancer in the sky above, visible even from the ground.

Behind, from the silent swell of the mist, emanates the sound of sinister footsteps, ominous and slow, but somehow keeping pace with the careening, hungry wave of foul, yellow mist.

It's coming.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, left or right.]


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[OOC: You may take only a Move Action, or a Standard Action, but not both. Choosing a side counts as a Move. If you wish to draw an item, please roll 1d4 in the OOC thread.]

[Bhaakon]

There's nothing to thing about. Sable darts left. Most people would favor right, looking that direction first even if they chose the other. It would buy her a split second...is what she might have thought if she wasn't bone-tired and halfway to collapsing. She turns left not because of some clever idea or instinct, but because her left knee buckles slighty from exhaustion, causing her to heel over in the direction. She stumbles that way, catching herself with all the grace of a drunkard on his third bottle of the night, and just staggers onward.

[Vhaidara]

Android 25b7

The android runs. As he runs, he tries to think, but the pain of his wound and the otherworldly presence behind him his mind refused to focus. Right.

[Biabri]

The sound of his fluttering wings joins the beat of the Tengu's thumping heart. His hollow bird bones ache, he feels like they could crumble any minute now, but refuses to rest while it chases... His feet, which are normally so nimble, clod heavily on the cobbled streets with each step. His shadowy feathers flutter again, Left. He has to go left. You always go left when you're lost, and Akkikikoji has never been so lost before...

[Desril]

Valen

Wheezing and trying to breath, Valen puts his hand to the wall to keep himself upright, his legs shaking but only partly from exhaustion. It wouldn't stop, it didn't matter which way he ran, it'd buy precious few seconds at most, there had to be another way! Suddenly his eyes go wide and he blinks, Of course, damn fool, you were so scared you didn't think to try!

Without turning to look, not wanting to risk seeing the thing after him, Valen quickly incants the words to conjure a wall of stone to seal the passage behind him. That, at least, should buy him time.


Spending standard action to Create a wall of stone, 10x10, 1 inch thick, blocking the path behind him.

Wild Magic (on a 10) [roll0]

[ylvathrall]

Running, stumbling, gasping, heart pounding in her chest. Lani can't stop, can't think, can barely even breathe. She's had only the tiniest glimpse of the thing hunting her, the shadow at the end of the alley, the footsteps on the stone. Only a glimpse, but that was enough, much much more than enough, to leave her unable to do anything but flee. No, she thinks as she runs, too out of breath to shape the words out loud. No no please no. Please make it stop.

Distracted, Lani almost runs into the wall, barely recognizing its presence in time.She manages to push off the wall and stumble off to the left, one of her ankles twisting in a way that would hurt if the pain could get through the fog of terror in her mind.

[TheMiningDwarf]

Run. Run. RUN. the voice kept repeating. Issac was never the athletic type, all this running strained muscles he was scarcely aware he even possessed. He ran and he ran and he ran some more. When the path split he went took the right path without a second thought, he simply didn't care anymore, any time wasted thinking about what he was doing was time for the beast to catch up to him.

[Hattish Thing]

Unknown Time, Unknown Location:

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Sable:

As the attractive Changeling woman's knee buckles and contorts upon accidentally stepping into a a cracked section of poorly-maintained cobblestone, she continues down that direction without thought, stumbling down the left alley.

She rushes to the side, desperate to escape the ancient, tainted fog. The alleys grow more and more labyrinthine here, tight and claustrophobic, and the cobblestone road itself seems to rise and fall in strips and scraps, the uneven ground making the mad rush through the gray brick alleyways even more difficult and terrifying. Even one mistake could very well cost the Changeling her life. She stumbles, hitting her shoulder against a dislodged brick that'd been jutting out of a damaged wall as she flees forward.

A moment passes and the creature within the fog seems to have drawn even closer, despite her best efforts. Sable quickly dodges down a side alley, only to find herself confronted with patches of oozing, yellow flesh growing upon the gray walls like a vile fungus, leeching upon it. The patches of sickened flesh weep pus, and blood, and tears, the numerous growths causing the infected alley walls to sag low. Eyes and teeth grow from within the patches of flesh, as do other, vaguely humanoid looking shapes. As Sable runs through the alley, the eyes gaze towards her, only the barest hint of sadistic glee evident in each of the many eyes before they fade once more into their prospective masses, only to be birthed out again onto the form a second later elsewhere upon the patch.

What manner of Hell was this?

The growths grow more and more common as Sable rushes forward, but she hardly has time to interact with the parasitic patches of yellowed flesh. Before her, a grimy, blood-stained cobblestone path splits. This time one curves uphill, the vague silhouette of a tall, angular tower barely visible from your vantage point, while the other cobblestone path recklessly descends.

Behind, the yellow fog, and the relentless sound of pursuit grows closer, ever closer.

You don't have much time.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, up the cobblestone hill leading towards the distant tower, or down the path below.]

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25b7:

As the crippled android attempts to make sense of the hopeless, terrifying situation, something within him tells him to rush towards the right.

He rushes to the side, desperate to escape the ancient, tainted fog. The alleys grow more and more labyrinthine here, tight and claustrophobic, and the cobblestone road itself seems to rise and fall in strips and scraps, the uneven ground making the mad rush through the gray brick alleyways even more difficult and terrifying. Even one mistake could very well terminate the android entirely, rather than simply wound him, this time. 25b7 stumbles as he struggles to put aside the thought of death, hitting his shoulder against a dislodged brick that'd been jutting out of a damaged wall as he flees forward.

A moment passes and the creature within the fog seems to have drawn even closer, despite the android's best efforts. 25b7 quickly dodges down a side alley, only to find himself confronted with patches of oozing, yellow flesh growing upon the gray walls like a vile fungus, leeching upon it. The patches of sickened flesh weep pus, and blood, and tears, the numerous growths causing the infected alley walls to sag low. Eyes and teeth grow from within the patches of flesh, as do other, vaguely humanoid looking shapes. As the android runs through the alley, the eyes gaze towards him, only the barest hint of sadistic glee evident in each of the many eyes before they fade once more into their prospective masses, only to be birthed out again onto the form a second later elsewhere upon the patch.

What manner of Hell was this?

The growths grow more and more common as 25b7 rushes forward, but he hardly has time to interact with the parasitic patches of yellowed flesh. Before him, a grimy, blood-stained cobblestone path splits. This time one curves uphill, the vague silhouette of a tall, angular tower barely visible from your vantage point, while the other cobblestone path recklessly descends.

Behind, the yellow fog, and the relentless sound of pursuit grows closer, ever closer.

You don't have much time.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, up the cobblestone hill leading towards the distant tower, or down the path below.]

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Velen:

As the horrified tiefling wheezes and desperately attempts to regain his breath, he takes a moment to breathe in deeply and think, turning to face away from the direction of the foul, unnatural fog.

He rushes to the side, desperate to escape the ancient, tainted fog, before magically conjuring a wall immediately behind him, in an attempt to close himself off from the fog, and the monstrous entity or entities hidden within.

The instant his spell goes off, the tiefling will find himself wracked in a considerable amount of pain, as if the very act of casting the spell itself somehow ruptured something in his head. Velen feels something warm, and sticky, pooling from his eyes, and ears, and nose, and as he reaches a hand up to feel whatever was causing the foul sensation, he realizes that it is, in fact, blood which pools from his facial orifices.

Behind, the yellow fog, and the relentless sound of pursuit grows closer, ever closer, and Velen will start to notice the yellow fog churning over the top of the wall like tendrils.

You don't have much time.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, left or right.]

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Lani:

As the frail skinwalker rushes forward, she twists and contorts her ankle upon accidentally stepping into a a cracked section of poorly-maintained cobblestone. She continues down that direction without thought, stumbling down the alley to the left.

She rushes to the side, desperate to escape the ancient, tainted fog. The alleys grow more and more labyrinthine here, tight and claustrophobic, and the cobblestone road itself seems to rise and fall in strips and scraps, the uneven ground making the mad rush through the gray brick alleyways even more difficult and terrifying. Even one mistake could very well cost the frightened woman her life. She stumbles, hitting her shoulder against a dislodged brick that'd been jutting out of a damaged wall as she flees forward.

A moment passes and the creature within the fog seems to have drawn even closer, despite her best efforts. Lani quickly dodges down a side alley, only to find herself confronted with patches of oozing, yellow flesh growing upon the gray walls like a vile fungus, leeching upon it. The patches of sickened flesh weep pus, and blood, and tears, the numerous growths causing the infected alley walls to sag low. Eyes and teeth grow from within the patches of flesh, as do other, vaguely humanoid looking shapes. As Lani runs through the alley, the eyes gaze towards her, only the barest hint of sadistic glee evident in each of the many eyes before they fade once more into their prospective masses, only to be birthed out again onto the form a second later elsewhere upon the patch.

What manner of Hell was this?

The growths grow more and more common as Lani rushes forward, but she hardly has time to interact with the parasitic patches of yellowed flesh. Before her, a grimy, blood-stained cobblestone path splits. This time one curves uphill, the vague silhouette of a tall, angular tower barely visible from your vantage point, while the other cobblestone path recklessly descends.

Behind, the yellow fog, and the relentless sound of pursuit grows closer, ever closer.

You don't have much time.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, up the cobblestone hill leading towards the distant tower, or down the path below.]

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Isaac:

As the weak, and exhausted sorcerer attempts to make sense of the hopeless, terrifying situation, something within him tells him to rush towards the right, though the pain rushing up his legs and side tell him to do nothing more than surrender and let the fog take hold.

No, no, not that! Isaac would have to endure.

He rushes to the side, desperate to escape the ancient, tainted fog. The alleys grow more and more labyrinthine here, tight and claustrophobic, and the cobblestone road itself seems to rise and fall in strips and scraps, the uneven ground making the mad rush through the gray brick alleyways even more difficult and terrifying. Even one mistake could very well end up killing him, he'd have to be careful, anything to avoid the mist. Isaac stumbles as he struggles to put aside the thought of death, hitting his shoulder against a dislodged brick that'd been jutting out of a damaged wall as he flees forward.

A moment passes and the creature within the fog seems to have drawn even closer, despite the sorcerer's best efforts. Isaac quickly dodges down a side alley, only to find himself confronted with patches of oozing, yellow flesh growing upon the gray walls like a vile fungus, leeching upon it. The patches of sickened flesh weep pus, and blood, and tears, the numerous growths causing the infected alley walls to sag low. Eyes and teeth grow from within the patches of flesh, as do other, vaguely humanoid looking shapes. As the sorcerer runs through the alley, the eyes gaze towards him, only the barest hint of sadistic glee evident in each of the many eyes before they fade once more into their prospective masses, only to be birthed out again onto the form a second later elsewhere upon the patch.

What manner of Hell was this?

The growths grow more and more common as Isaac rushes forward, but he hardly has time to interact with the parasitic patches of yellowed flesh. Before him, a grimy, blood-stained cobblestone path splits. This time one curves uphill, the vague silhouette of a tall, angular tower barely visible from your vantage point, while the other cobblestone path recklessly descends.

Behind, the yellow fog, and the relentless sound of pursuit grows closer, ever closer.

You don't have much time.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, up the cobblestone hill leading towards the distant tower, or down the path below.]


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Akki:

As the weak, and exhausted tengu attempts to make sense of the hopeless, terrifying situation, something within him tells him to rush towards the left, though the pain rushing up his legs and side tell him to do nothing more than surrender and let the fog take hold.

No, no, not that! Akki would have to endure, though each pound of his feet upon the cobblestone feels like a crack in his weak bones.

He rushes to the side, desperate to escape the ancient, tainted fog. The alleys grow more and more labyrinthine here, tight and claustrophobic, and the cobblestone road itself seems to rise and fall in strips and scraps, the uneven ground making the mad rush through the gray brick alleyways even more difficult and terrifying. Even one mistake could very well end up killing him, he'd have to be careful, anything to avoid the mist. Akki stumbles as he struggles to put aside the thought of death, hitting his shoulder against a dislodged brick that'd been jutting out of a damaged wall as he flees forward.

A moment passes and the creature within the fog seems to have drawn even closer, despite the tengu's best efforts. Akki quickly dodges down a side alley, only to find himself confronted with patches of oozing, yellow flesh growing upon the gray walls like a vile fungus, leeching upon it. The patches of sickened flesh weep pus, and blood, and tears, the numerous growths causing the infected alley walls to sag low. Eyes and teeth grow from within the patches of flesh, as do other, vaguely humanoid looking shapes. As the tengu runs through the alley, the eyes gaze towards him, only the barest hint of sadistic glee evident in each of the many eyes before they fade once more into their prospective masses, only to be birthed out again onto the form a second later elsewhere upon the patch.

What manner of Hell was this?

The growths grow more and more common as Akki rushes forward, but he hardly has time to interact with the parasitic patches of yellowed flesh. Before him, a grimy, blood-stained cobblestone path splits. This time one curves uphill, the vague silhouette of a tall, angular tower barely visible from your vantage point, while the other cobblestone path recklessly descends.

Behind, the yellow fog, and the relentless sound of pursuit grows closer, ever closer.

You don't have much time.

[OOC: You do not see anyone else beside you, you are alone. Please choose a direction to run towards, up the cobblestone hill leading towards the distant tower, or down the path below.]


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[OOC: You may take only a Move Action, or a Standard Action, but not both. Choosing a side counts as a Move. If you wish to draw an item, please roll 1d4 in the OOC thread.]

[Vhaidara]

Android 25b7

Another choice. His brain quickly analyzes the possibilities
A tower meant people, which meant security. But with a monster behind him, would they let him in? Would there be an entrance? would there be anyone there? Unlikely. And going uphill would make hiding impossible.
The downward slope looked dangerous, but he might be able to hide down there.
He darts downwards.

[Biabri]

The pain filling his shoulder makes him realise just how weak he is, Hit by a jutting brick... He's dodged more complex traps than a jutting brick, he thinks. A hoarse caw of fright comes from the throat of the tengu rogue at the sight of the fleshy looking things. He draws in breath desperately, pushing himself on despite the pain. The sight of the tower fills him with hope, he has to run, he has to get to the top. If he can bring himself to do so. He doesn't dare to turn around, too scared to pause at the fleshy mess. Surely, whatever it is behind him can't fly?

[Bhaakon]

Half mad with terror, it takes Sable a moment to register the change in the alley. By the time she notices the jaundiced flesh, the eyes erupting and submerging, the stink of pus, she's already too far in to reconsider her path, too breathless to scream, too mindless to do anything but continue on at a broken jog and try her best not to notice the putrid blood and meat that seems to be swallowing up the masonry. Under normal circumstances such a feat would be impossible, but the tunnel vision imparted on a prey animal by an implacable stalker almost makes it easy to disregard the loathsome scene, the stabbing agony in her knee, the conflagration in her lungs, everything but putting one foot in front of the other until the shadows gnawing at the perimeter of her eyesight meet in the middle.

When the path splits, she acts on instinct. Instinct and inertia. The dark is like a shielding blanket to her, a place to hide and catch her breath. The path downward has the benefit of being aided by gravity. Hobbled, depleted, she flows downhill like waste water.

[Desril]

Valen

Sputtering in agonzing pain and coughing blood briefly, Valen puts a hand to his head, completely covering one eye and pressing against his own skull as if to crush the pain emanating from within as he stumbles to the left as quickly as he can in his injured state.

[ylvathrall]

Lani would gasp in shocked, disgusted horror at the sudden shift in her environment, if only she could spare the breath. She can almost hear the words echoing in her mind, and she's no longer sure what they refer to, herself or the hell she's in. Monster. Demon. Abomination.

Panting for air, she keeps stumbling forward as best as she can, every other step sending pain shooting up her leg. Her lungs are burning. Her shoulder is burning. Her everything is burning. She reaches the fork in the path, too numb by now to even recognize the blood on the stones, and barely even thinks. One glance at the hill is enough to convince her that trying to climb such a steep path, in her current condition and with that thing behind her, is impossible. She turns and starts down, as quickly as she can without falling and tumbling.

[TheMiningDwarf]

If he had the time to take in the sights the sheer revulsion of what was around him may have forced him to consider going a different way. His feet squelched as he ran on ground he dared not even look at. If his stomach had even an ounce of anything other than bile in it he would have retched.

In the distance the tower called out to him. Perhaps because he had equated the tower with the safety of a fort, he did not consider the chance that if he found anyone they would not take him, he simply ran.

[Hattish Thing]

Unknown Time, Unknown Location:

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All:

The panicked individuals rush forward, down into the city or up towards the distant tower, minds reeling as each person flees from the horror fog that pursues, heads shaking as if to banish the horrific sights experienced during the flight through the flesh-walls of the sprawling, parasitic gray city alleyways.

You each rushes downwards, upwards, to the left or right individually. Quickly though, and in your haste each of you stumbles slightly, falling to a knee and cracking bone against the pavement. Ignoring the pain from the fall, you each rise once more, continuing to flee from the foul creature lurking within the sickening mist behind you.

More alleys are navigated, these sections leading to darker areas, the battered cobblestone streets dimly lit by the weak flames provided by the many tall, thin stakes of metal ending in an ornate cast iron baskets and glass lamp cases that dot the streets below.

A moment passes.

Dead end.

There's eerie silence for several seconds as each of you may realize that the path ahead of you ends in nothing more than a tall, brick wall. You turn, and walk backwards slowly as the yellow scourge behind you washes into the dark alley like a diseased river, the mist cascading over the sides of the walls like a jaundiced waterfall. And from within the fog, something emerges. Pure terror grips you as the mist parts, now mere steps behind. Dead end. There was no escape, it was too late. From within the fog, a wet mask of yellowed rags emerges, strips of something fleshier than fabric worming and constricting across a body that's almost human-like, but too lean, and far too flexible. Gauzy, blood-stained ribbons reach out like tendrils, each hungrily grasping for less doubtful flesh to claim.

The blindfolded abomination stalks forward, holding it's rusty, serrated razor in hand. It's gaping maw of jagged, pus-covered teeth opens and a long, barbed tongue lolls out. The creature rises out from the mist now, it's form fully realized, it's movement erratic and blurry. It moves quickly, almost shuttering in place as it staggers forward. As the tattered man draws closer, it's thin, sinewy chest begins to crack open and widen, a gaping, wet maw appearing in the place of flesh below the scraps of cloth. A sickening smile forms upon the mouth atop it's blind head. Suddenly, violently, it's scraps of yellow flesh-cloth slice through the air and pin each of you to the wall with enough force to break bones. The Tattered abomination begins to slowly lurch forward now, seeming to take great pleasure in your fear, it's hungry maw champing and grinding it's teeth against itself.

It charges, and the maw digs into each of you. As soon as the Tattered man's chest-maw bites into you, you feel your body go limp. Each of you finally die with a gruesome crunch, blood spattering the wall. The last thing each of you see is the phrase, "WAKE UP, HELP ME", spelled out in your own splattered blood against the brick walls and streets.

---

Waking Up: Unknown Location, Unknown Time:

You wake up from a terrifyingly real nightmare, regaining your consciousness in a grimy cell within in a foul-smelling dungeon you don't recognize, covered in a cold sweat. You're not alone. An individual you've never seen before appears to have been startled awake just across the cell, just as you had, and judging by the groaning sounds coming from the cells just out of view, several more people are locked away within the uncomfortably warm dungeon. As you glance about, you realize that each of you are bleeding pretty heavily from your noses. Much to your further unease, you soon determine that you're missing the equipment you can only vaguely recall having been in your possession. In fact, you can't remember much of anything regarding the ominous situation before you.

Before you can fully ponder your grim situation, a panicked, screaming voice interrupts your thoughts, coming from past the locked cell you currently inhabit. "Wake up, dammit! Please, please, wake up! By the Gods, Stop, stop..."

Cell 1. [Sable, Velen.]
Cell 2. [25b7, Lani.]
Cell 3: [Isaac, Akki.]

---

(OOC: You're inside each of your cells, don't recognize eachother, no idea how you got there. You hear screaming outside your cell.)

[Vhaidara]

Android 25b7

The android rises slowly, but the scream startles it. Suddenly, a blade extends from its left wrist, seeming to surprise even it. It addresses the organic across from it
"Stranger, identify yourself."
While waiting for a response, it moves to the cell door and attempts to open it.

Drawing the Invisible Blades of the Trickster

[Bhaakon]

Sable lurches awake as the Tattered man's impossible maw bites down with inexorable force. She hears the crunch, feels the shattered remains of ribs grinding together, stabbing into her organs alongside the horror's fangs. The darkness closes in...

...it retreats instantly as pain explode from her nose. Eyes blink open, bleary with tears. She'd trashed around enough to topple over, falling face-first onto the stone floor, and it takes a few moments to clear her eyes enough to make out whats happening in the dimly-lit cell.

"Jush a dream..." She slurs as she collects herself. But it sure felt like more than a dream, and that writing on the wall...

The screaming starts. Or start again? Clearly that had been the trigger of the nightmare, had inspired the desperate plea at the end. Someone needed help. Just like her charges had once need help, that time...that time that.... Sable struggles to recall, but it's like trying to dog paddle upstream. Eventually she's simply swept away from the thought and gives up. Right about the time her perception clears enough to register the other presence in the cell.

"Who are you? Where am I?" She asks, the vague confusion of the rudely awoken solidifying into something can be expressed in words. She stands up, putting her back against the wall opposite the stranger. It's always comforting to know that at least one flank is secure. "Who is that screaming?"

[Desril]

Valen

Finding himself losing a non-negligible amount of blood from his nose, for a moment Valen worries that perhaps his dream was far too real and that his attempt to use magic might've destroyed something vital, but the pain, though certainly real, is far, far less than it was in the dream, and a nose bleed is easier to deal with than blood from every orifice, which gives the tiefling hope that maybe whatever happened wasn't quite so bad.

Of course, the screaming didn't help.

Taking a moment he concentrates on conjuring up a bushy, absorptive set of leaves to help with the still flowing blood before noticing his cellmate and her question. "I...don't know." He pauses, "Any of it...I'm....Valen? But everything else is just..."

"But I think I can get us out of here...should I?"

[ylvathrall]

Lani gasps awake and presses back against the wall, still panting for air. Her muscles tremble and shake, exhausted as though she were running within her cell rather than sleeping. One hand probes against her chest, feeling for the gaping wound, the torn flesh and shattered bones.

Nothing. Just a dream. Just a dream, except for the blood she can feel pouring from her nose, and the too-real quality of those final moments.

A voice shakes her out of herself, and she looks around, finally. She recoils from what she sees, pushing back into the wall even more firmly. Too dim, too hot, too close. The fires seem to reach for her, the walls loom in at angles that seem alien and unnatural, the heat in the air is rising and rising and she's starting to sweat and her breath is coming too fast.

Then she sees that her cellmate is armed, and everything simplifies. Of course. There must be something dangerous out there. Her hands come up without her quite deciding to raise them, strange words coming unbidden to her tongue as she stands. It would not do to be lying down in such a dangerous place.

[Biabri]

The tengu wakes with a start, his wings coming up to shield himself from any blows. A little frightened caw comes from his bleeding beak. He stays like this for a few moments, waiting for the chomping to continue. When it doesn't, his wings open a little so he can peer through the gap. The human looking thing has gone. He lets out a little angry huff and hops onto his feet, glaring around his cell until his eyes fall upon the other prisoner in the cell with him.

How long has he been here? Where is here? Who is he? Who is this stranger in the cell with him, A snack?

He wonders for a second who the blood on the beak belongs to... He wipes as much of it away as he can with his wings. There are better things to be thinking about right now. He's trapped, in a cell. Akki reaches into a pocket before he realises that he doesn't have the pocket. He's not even sure what he was reaching for. The lock on the door catches his interest, but he'd do good to talk to the... thing, stuck in here with him. He wouldn't want it stabbing him in the back.

And the noises, who is making them, what is making them? He brings his wing across his eyes before hefting a little sigh. "Who are you, then?" He demands, with a squawk, of the humanoid thing in his cell. Humans don't look like that, do they? He shakes the question away and takes a moment to look outside his cell, keeping one eye on his cellmate, He's sure he'd heard a scream...

[TheMiningDwarf]

Isaac awakens screaming, adding to the chorus of screams already reverberating through the... prison block? Where in the world was he? He couldn't remember... Anything. He had never felt anything so wrong. Even in his darkest of times he always had the memories of his past lives to guide him. Even if all else failed he had never been without them. It was then that he began to truly panic, someone had done.. something to him. His head throbbed even as he tried to remember. But not just his head, he had lost the memories of his very soul.

When the bird creature starts to squawk at him he recoils in fear. What what that thing!? When it seems apparent that this thing doesn't want to eat him he tries to respond. "I- I am-" isaac "Isaac. That's it. I'm Isaac." That was a good sign wasn't it? He could remember his own name at least. "Who are you stranger?"

[Hattish Thing]

Unknown Location, Unknown Time:

Each of the cell doors within the uncomfortably warm, tight compound appears to have been locked quite sturdily, further contributing to the uneasy sensation of being trapped that may wash over each of the waking prisoners as they gaze around the dimly lit area.

Any glances towards the direction of the frightened, screaming voice produce horrifying answers as to the nature of the onlookers imprisonment.

Those who gaze through the cell doors bear witness to a struggling, older human with split lips and skin covered in a gruesome mapwork of sloppy, fresh red lines. Heavy ropes lash the man to a splintery, uncomfortable worktable, barely lit up by several wax-covered candles. The man violently thrashes about, desperate to escape his blood-soaked bonds, letting out screams of agony here and there as he looks around and notices the other prisoners beginning to stir. "Help me, help me, please! No more! I... I can't!"

The bearded man appears to be in tears.

Another figure, unsettling thin and wearing a blood-smeared doctor's coat circles the table casually, stopping every so often to scrutinize one of the man's oozing wounds or select a different, wickedly serrated instrument from a sideboard of rusted, bloodstained blades and sharp implements. Currently, she spins one blade of a broken pair of pruning shears, which glints in the dull light of the wax candles. "Oh, no, no. No tears, child, not yet." With careless cruelty, the attractive, red-haired doctor draws the blade across the bound man's bare thigh, releasing a tortured wail from her "subject". The woman relishes in the agony she inflicts upon the bound, helpless man, seeming to gain a foul sort of satisfaction from the depraved acts. "Your form, so weak... Soft, and lush, and sensual. It is as I suspected. We truly are superior, aren't we, my little pet?"

The woman purrs, before reaching down with her tool, slicing further across the man's thigh before tugging at a loose flap of skin and pulling violently. The screams become entirely nonsensical.

--

As she finishes her torturous act, she seems to hear something. She ceases pulling at the bloody flaps of torn skin hanging off the man's leg, and glances forward towards the cells. "Who's there? Answer me. Good, obedient children mustn't stir before their turns upon the table..."

Her uncomfortably sultry voice echoes within the chamber, and she gazes forward, smiling eerily.

[Bhaakon]

"Our...turn?" Sable murmurs, flinching as the butcher feigns the benign, familiar tone of a schoolmaster. The incongruity just made her vivisection of the man all the more disturbing.

"Yes, Valen. Be a dear and let us out. Quickly now, please." She urges. Surely their odds weren't good against the woman, but anything was better than she was doing to that over there. Asmodeus take me, I might even consider tearing out my own throat before submitting to that atrocity. Or tearing out that woman's throat. Preferably the later option.

[Vhaidara]

Android 25b7

The synthetic man looks over at his cellmate, and walks over, lowering his voice.
"Stranger, I believe I can assist in our escape from our current state of confinement. Are you prepared and capable of expeditious retreat? I suspect that my method of exit would not go unnoticed."
As he speaks, the shimmering arm blade vanishes, and his hand collapses down into his wrist, leaving a hole where it had been.

Swift action to change my Active Role to the Archmage, changing my mindblade to the Mystic Might of the Archmage

[Desril]

Valen

Grimacing at the sight of the vivisection before him, Valen represses an urge to vomit and quickly goes to work on their cell, focusing on the bars figuring they'd be the weakest point and rapidly working to simply destroy enough of them to let the duo easily walk out.


Greater Destroy (no cost) [roll0] damage to a bar (ignores hardness). I don't know how much HP they have but I can literally do this all day.

So here's more attempts in case 1 wasn't enough;
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

[ylvathrall]

Lani nods tightly, not daring to speak. What is going on out there is...appalling. The notion of it happening to her, intolerable. Her first thought had been right. This was a bad place, a very bad place.

She's not sure whether they can survive. Only two of them in the cell, and the woman outside is armed. But anything has to be better than staying where she is. She nods again, looking intently at the door, her hands still trembling in an odd position and foreign syllables on the tip of her tongue.

[Vhaidara]

Android 25b7

Taking the nod as the affirmative it is, the android places his new arm cannon to the lock. A surge of force emits from the opening, seeking to batter the lock to pieces.

Attacking the lock
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Biabri]

Akki stares through the bars, his beak open wide in awe. Some of him feels disgusted, torture wasn't his thing, at least he doesn't think it is... The rest of him, however, appreciates this woman's art. He says nothing, and just watches. To the person in his cell, he caws "You can call me... Akki."

[TheMiningDwarf]

Isaac crawled forward to look at the scene before them. If he heard what the birbman said he made no sign of it. He stared intensely at the man strapped to his chair and he felt a slurry of emotions rise up inside him. Empathy, Outrage, Anger, Fear. He took a deep breathe to steady himself and bring his emotions into line. There was nothing he could do to escape this confinement, he wasn't sure why he thought that but he drew a measure of solace from it. "Is there anything you might do to help us escape?" He asked the birbman.

[Hattish Thing]

Unknown Location, Unknown Time:

The eerily thin, red-headed woman smiles to herself, scarlet lips glittering in the candlelight before turning away from the prisoners once more. "Good boys and girls... behave, now. Mommy has lots of work to do with Daddy." She giggles to herself wickedly, like a schoolgirl flirting with an attractive boy, dancing her slender fingers down the captured man's chest before proceeding to reach into the prisoner attached to the table. Though it's difficult to see what exactly is occurring at the bloody makeshift worktable due to the angle of the woman's back, the screams that erupt from the older man at the table, paired with a sickening squelching noise coming from somewhere around the man's midriff paint a gruesome picture of a surgery gone horribly, purposefully, wrong.

Blood spurts across the table, a particularly explosive burst of the crimson fluid splattering across the wall as the woman toys with her victim.

Still, the prisoner stirs, grunting, struggling, and screaming at the table.

--

The small, whispered conversations taking place between prisoners goes by unnoticed by the zealous surgeon as she continues her work, seemingly lost in a strange sort of sexual satisfaction as she tortures the man and giggles to herself gleefully.

Valen's slow, quiet erosion of the metal bar goes by secretly as well, however, the synthetic man's burst of force certainly does not.

The woman doesn't seem to be laughing anymore.

Instead, she suddenly starts to breathe heavily, the grip upon her serrated shears growing tighter and tighter. She twitches, and suddenly, her neck begins to twist and contort, turning to face the direction of the loud noise at an angle that would otherwise be impossible for a normal human being. Her once beautiful face suddenly distorts, her features slowly clenching and melting. Her face melts away, blood, teeth, and strands of skin dropping onto the floor in a gory heap as she quivers in rage, leaving her face nothing more than a strange, smooth, gray empty canvas.

A new face erupts from the featureless head from the center, teeth, eyebrows, eyes, and other features coming into existence.

The face is that of 25b7's, identical, in fact. She screams out furiously as her face finishes it's rapid transformation. "HOW DARE YOU, IGNORANT CHILD?! WHY WILL YOU NOT LET MOTHER PROTECT YOU?! WHY?!"

As the creature shouts towards the android's cell, the grizzled man tied to the table takes advantage of her distracted state at just the right moment. He begins to struggle more heavily in his blood-slicked bindings and manages to get a freshly skinned leg free. He grits his teeth and shouts in agony as he forces his horrifically injured leg to move. "I ain't gonna die today, not to likes of you!" With that, the man violently kicks the unnaturally thin doctor in the small of her back, catching her by surprise and throwing her up against Sable and Velen's cell.

The doctor screams out, brandishing her shears with murderous intent. However, it seems that the key ring at her belt was knocked off during the kick, and now lies within Sable and Velen's cell, having slid across the floor.

However, the "woman" appears to have been completely enraged. It seemed that direct confrontation with the doctor was at hand.

--

[Kele and Des both damaged their prospective bars, but did not break. Initiative has began, but the doctor appears to be targeting the man strapped to the table in rage, rather than one of you, for now.] (Check ROLL20/OOC):

[Desril]

Valen
HP 9
AC 16

Recoiling slightly as the monstrous doctor's face morphs from the horrifying yet attractive woman it was to that of the android in the next cell, Valen quickly shakes his head and moves to pick up the key. With a quick glance to his cell-mate, "Hope you know how to fight," he mutters before putting his hand through the bars and turning the key to unlock the door.


Not a lot I can do here. Picking up the key and unlocking the cell door eats my entire turn.

[Hattish Thing]

Unknown Location, Unknown Time:

The doctor snarls furiously at the man strapped to the table, clearly enraged at her prisoner's treasonous actions against her. Her face, and cold, bony hands quiver and shake in anger as she grips her rusty shears tight enough to cause her knuckles to develop white marks. As she twitches and stumbles five foot over to the table, she slaps the old man, shouting at him as she does so, her shears hovering menacingly over his bare chest. "Why do you strike me, Daddy, why?! No, not again! Not EVER again! I... I'll..."

She lets out an unearthly shriek, the sound hollow and inhuman as tears begin to flow from her eyes, her face still that of the android's, though now contorted in anger and deep pain.

The doctor loses control, gripping her shears with both hands and stabbing the rusted weapon into the older man's chest. "I'LL TEAR YOUR WEAK HUMAN HEART FROM YOUR CHEST AND DRINK OF THE JUICES IN YOUR BONES."

The man screams, and coughs blood, mumbling incoherently as the doctor stabs him again, and again, blood splattering all over the walls. The man finally passes without another word, violently, horrifically, as the doctor finally reaches deep into the gaping hole of the man's chest, and promptly rips his ribcage in half with superhuman strength, sending bits of bone and gore spraying across the nearest cell and table.

--

The doctor continues to reach into the corpse, pulling organs from within the depths of his body and crushing them in her hands, before discarding them onto the floor.

(Essentially, five-foot step, Coup de Grace, older man failed save and died. The older man's murder was horrifically violent and morbid, enough to permanently scar. (Sanity Check, and you all now possess the "Spooked" condition, inflicting a –2 penalty to perception and saves vs fear, however you gain +1 Initiative until the Spooked condition vanishes.)

[ylvathrall]

Lani stares as the doctor eviscerates the poor man, shattering bones and organs and throwing them about like a child playing with her toys. A part of her thinks that she should be horrified, appalled at the brutality of the scene before her. But she isn't. All she can think about is the possibility of her ending like that. Of being pulled apart and violated. It reminds her of that nightmare, of the helplessness and the panic.

Sudden terror rises in her, accompanied by an equally sudden anger. Some fears, and some angers, are clear, focused things This isn't one of those. This is the formless terror of the hunted, the isolated, the trapped; this is the bitter rage of the dog that has been kicked and does not know why.

That need to lash out at the world pushes her to move, even as it wears at her endurance. She finds herself intoning words the meaning of which she does not know, the foreign syllables flowing naturally from her mouth. Her hands twist into strange gestures, pulling at the unseen strings of the world. More than anything, though, her focus sharpens, narrowing in on the doctor with an intensity that surprises and frightens her. That need to lash out at something, anything, to make someone suffer for the hell she's in, spikes, and she feels a release she cannot name as the magic flows through her.

Yeah, just casting grease on the floor under the doctor. DC 15 Reflex save or she falls. She can move at half speed through the grease with a DC 10 Acrobatics check; if she fails, she can't move, and has to make a Reflex save or fall. If she fails by five or more on the Acrobatics, she automatically falls.

[Bhaakon]

"What...what kind of monster are you?" Sable shrieks. Whatever this...this thing was putting on pretending to be, how could she take it seriously in the face of such cruelty? No one could possibly deserve this...and even if they did, anyone who relished delivering such a punishment was very nearly as reprehensible. And the fact that Sable was locked down here watching clearly meant she'd be next for the table.


Well, I'm not waiting for that! Sable rushes through the cell door almost before Valen can pull her arm out of the way and begins clawing desperately at the sadistic orderly, like a cornered rodent pushed to its last extremity. "You filth! Fiend! How could you? This man couldn't have possibly done anything to you! What sick joy are you getting from this? I'll...I'll not allow it!" She wails, hoping her taloned fingers find purchase in the creature's hide malleable.

Move to open door, 5' step to SW, standard to attack with claws:
[roll0]
[roll1]

[TheMiningDwarf]

Issac recoils from the woman's rage. Violence was one thing but that was simply brutality, and that face, that monstrous face. What was she? He certainly wasn't going to wait and find out the hard way that much was certain. His emotions swirled inside of of him, fear, anger, despair, a sense of relief that he had not been the one disemboweled just now, but one rose up above the rest, focusing and refining itself until it seemed to buzz with power inside his mind. He couldn't describe how he knew it but he was certain that this power would have no affect on the bars, and so he aimed it at the only other thing in this room more deserving. With a thought he lashed out with his new found power at the woman, their captor. For a brief moment their minds connected, like a flail connecting with an exposed bit of skin at high velocity, this momentary connection existed only to cause pain.

Issac has nowhere to go so he uses Mind Thrust I on the "Doctor" [roll0] (Will Save for Half Damage)

[Biabri]

Well, that was pretty horrific. Akki isn't sure where to look, at the woman, at the broken body of the man, or at what used to be inside him? Each looks as disgusting and irreparable as the others. He's surprised at his cell mate's ineffectiveness, though to be honest, at the moment he can't do much himself. The feathered being plans to change that soon though. Akki moves to the lock on the cell door and uses his talons to begin working on the thing, something inside urging him to do so. He doesn't have the tools but he sure as hell has the skill to do so, if given enough time...

[roll0]

[Hattish Thing]

Unknown Location, Unknown Time:

As the crazed surgeon continues her gruesome work of tearing and tossing a wide variety of ravaged organs across the room, Sable steps out of her cell onto the blood-slicked floor. The surgeon howls wildly as she emerges from her prison, violently turning to face her while brandishing her wickedly serrated surgical tool. "How dare you?! I'M WORKING, CAN'T YOU SEE?!" The creature lets out a horrific sound, somewhere between a grating laugh and a miserable sob.

Chaos erupts within the uncomfortably warm cell area.

Sable lunges at the doctor, narrowly missing as the creature contorts and twists in a strange, unnatural fashion. In response, the doctor raises her rusty shears up into the air before gripping the weapon in both hands and thrusting downwards, aiming directly for the prisoner's exposed throat.

"How dare you hurt me?! I JUST WANT YOU TO BE SAFE!"

--

As she thrusts, her aim is partially thrown off by a sudden violent pain inflicted upon her by Akki.

[Bhaakon]

Sable takes advantage of the opening created by Akki, and her own clawed hands diving in repeatedly to make the most of the opportunity. "You do realize that's not a proper weapon, right?" She asks, the sight of the woman...well, thing...struggling with the unwieldy shears taking the edge off her earlier distress.

At least until she catches the dead man out of the corner of her eye again.

7 damage from AoO rolled in OOC. Full attack again:

atk1: [roll0]
dmg: [roll1]

atk2: [roll2]
dmg: [roll3]

[Desril]

Valen
HP 9
AC 16

While Sable and the others take the fight to the insane nurse, Valen looks for another option. He can fight, but not with his bare hands, and that means there's only one option. He'll have to make a weapon.

Concentrating, he pictures the blade in his mind. Even without knowing how he got here, this he understands. And stone doesn't make for a good weapon, but it will do in an emergency.

"Keep her busy for a few more seconds! I have a plan!"


Full Round Action to Create a Stone Bastard Sword that will last for 1 hour (at the cost of 1 SP, 4/5 SP remaining).

[ylvathrall]

Lani snarls as the thing, the abomination, manages to keep its footing despite the slick stone beneath it. The expression comes naturally to her, her lips peeling swiftly back to show pale teeth underneath. The expression should look almost comical on such a thin, ragged girl, but the raw anger behind it transforms the look into something frightening. Suddenly her slightly gaunt look doesn't seem childish so much as it is reminiscent of a cornered animal, willing to fight because it has nothing left to lose.

That resemblance suddenly takes on a more dramatic tone as the anger, fear, and frustration call up something deeper and darker inside her. Starting at her hands, her skin begins to ripple. Black fur sprouts from her skin, thin at first and then thicker and thicker. At the same time as her body changes, she feels the adjustment ripple through her mind as well; past and future seem to fade in importance, leaving only her immediate future and what has to be done about it. Finally, her face contorts with a sharp crack of shifting bone. Where moments before there was a normal enough girl, now there stands a bestial creature, with as much of the wolf about it as the human.

Standard action for Change Shape, taking a +2 racial bonus on saves. Sheet has been updated appropriately.

[Biabri]

Akki lets out an angry caw when the lock doesn't burst open as he expected, he focuses harder, closing his eyes so he can feel the workings of the thing through his talons. He can't blot out of the noise of the crazy nurse lady and the other though, and that certainly isn't helping his concentration right now.

He can't feel the lock working anytime soon but he'll keep trying... it'll work eventually.

[Hattish Thing]

Unknown Location - Unknown Time:

The woman in the bloodstained doctor's coat lunges forward violently, wincing as she grows more and more infuriated as Sable manages to slash at her, drawing some sort of blood from the vile creature wielding the rusted shears.

Inky, black fluid bursts and dribbles from the wound, mixed with a foul yellow liquid.

--

She howls in pain now, dropping her blood-spattered weapon and attempting to cover the wound with her other hand. As she applies pressure to the wound in a futile attempt to stem the flow of whatever noxious liquids are oozing out of her, the inflicted limb suddenly begins to change.

Her pale, perfect skin begins to flake off in sticky, moist patches and dribble to the floor. As the chunks and foul flakes of flesh hit the floor with a sickening "plop", the unnaturally smooth and gaunt flesh hidden below the more humanoid skin is revealed.

Now, the doctor's injured limb is gaunt, gray, and alien-looking, each long finger ending in a monstrously sharp nails.


"Ilesi, please, please..."

--

For a moment, the creature seems almost human, but then, the woman whispers to herself before her long fingers grow thicker, her gray hand now more of a claw than a natural limb. "You think... You think I need a weapon to make you hurt?!"

The woman swings forward now, aiming to claw directly at Sable's face.


"I'll turn your pretty face into tatter, tatter, tatter... AHAHAHA."

Her crazed laugh echoes within the uncomfortably warm prison chambers.

--

Following the swipe, the doctor begins to step away from Sable, her eyes glancing back and forth at the prisoners as more escape their chambers. As Akki's lock finally opens, the nurse makes a run for it, rushing down a hall.

[ylvathrall]

Lani snarls wider as the creature begins to flee. A part of her is gratified, contemplating hunting the thing down, but it is promptly silenced by a more brutal, efficient aspect of her mind. The nurse, whatever it is, is dangerous. Allowing it to leave means giving it an opportunity to hunt her, and that is unacceptable. The question, then, is how to stop it.

A plan springs into her mind, fully formed in the first moment of its existence. Her hands reach out, plucking at the air like a gifted seamstress, as she builds the image of her protector in her mind. The base is a wolf; that much is obvious, natural. But she doesn't know why she twists the wolf as she does, giving him matted fur and snaggleteeth. She doesn't know why one of his green eyes is larger than the other, bulging slightly. She doesn't know why a thin stream of greenish slaver runs from the corner of his mouth, or why his tongue is black and swollen.

All she knows is that she loves him, and he will protect her, and she will never let him go again.

Readying an action to cast silent image when the nurse opens the door, creating an image of Snuggles right on the other side.