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Gloom: LiliS
[The old-fashioned writing desk in the center of the room carries several blank pieces of paper, a fine wooden pen, and a piece of parchment covered in writing. When you take a look, you find the following epigraph in a vibrant scrawl:]
Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.
Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.
Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.
Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.
ROUND 3
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STORYTELLING
Death: Was eaten by bears
After a crack of lightning and a peal of thunder, the rain started to clear as if by a divine force. Similarly, the mice began to still and then leave him, scampering off quickly.
He took his first gasp of clear air, one without mice, fur, rain. For a moment, relief cascaded over him and brought tears to his eyes. He was saved, someone had answered his prayers.
Mordecai bathed in the sliver of hope.
Which is why it was such a shock when something clamped down on his ankle. First he felt the pressure, brutal and crushing, and then the piercing pain. He barely had time to look down when another bite came, a giant powerful maw seizing on his knee.
"Help me!" This time he screamed out loud, turning and trying to get the ground under him, get his hand into the dirt and drag his body away from the bear that now loomed over him, ready to take another bite of his leg.
He reached out with his right arm, surprised when he was able to pull himself forward a little, his ruined leg dragging behind him. Mordecai had never heard that one should play dead when confronted with bears.
Bears.
He reached out with his arm again only to scream as his elbow was caught in yet another bear's mouth. The one behind him seemed to be mocking him, one heavy paw landing on his already mangled leg. Instead of fighting each other the bears continued to bite at him. His arms, his legs, a his back.
Finally, eventually, one bite down on his skull and shattered it.
OUTCOME
Re: OUTCOME
Feverish and enraged, Willem called upon the Dam's nephew Zadok, son of her slain sister, who had offered aid to him at the beginning of his illness; before, he had turned down the aid, foolishly clinging to his old loyalties. But now, knowing of Zadok's dabbling in dark magicks, Willem sought to end his suffering at any cost. Zadok, using Willem's coughed-up blood, summoned horrors to seek out the origin of his curse of illness, and the Dam found herself hunted by an army of eldritch horrors.
Zadok’s wrath for his dead mother was not lessened by the fact that the target was his aunt, and the magicks he employed were truly terrible, twisted creations.
However, it was too late; Too late to see his revenge. Too late to save himself. Willem succumbed to his illness, his feeble lungs giving out, choking upon his own blood, he was no more.
THE END
[As they unfold before you, some of you feel the effects of the words as though you are the character that has been written about. You recall the events as though you have lived them; the damage caused to the character is reflected in your own flesh.]
[You have received the following effects. As many of you as want to take these effects can, but at least one person must.]
- Hunted By Horrors
- DEATH: RAN OUT OF AIR
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and well, it's not immediate, as she finds herself coughing up blood along with choking on it as her small lungs seem to give out and she collapses onto the floor.
that sure is a way to die, she supposes. ]
Re: OUTCOME
DISCUSSION
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[ she is sounding super amused now, a grin flitting on her features as she masks the ache in her bones with thoughts of only revenge now. ]
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[murder is the best way to cope with paranoia and betrayal and sores]
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