Post by Corey the GM on Jan 4, 2016 19:26:01 GMT -5
In an instant the forest was gone, replaced by the lifelike black substance that attacked from the pool. Life felt as if it was being ripped from your very being and it may have been, leaving you suspended in a dream like state. You were frozen in the sea of black, your sight devoid of light, and it felt like thousand of spiders crawled across your skin.
You could feel though, that was good. The outlook gave birth to other thoughts, thoughts of how you possibly weren't dead. That this was a terrible dream and you'd wake up soon. The dream did not relent though and the darkness continued. It flowed through your pores, feeling you with terrible noises. Screeches. Screams. Death.
The spiders crawled off your skin only to be followed by thousands of pin pricks. Voices toiled with your mind, a mind that had wandered off. A mind that you were losing. You were lost, the constant reminder echoed through the endless dark that you could not see, but somehow you could feel.
Mine, mine, mine.
Waves of human hair washed under you as you floated through the endless dark. That was good, another feeling. You must still be alive. With each stroke of hair you felt a feeling of fear and dread and cry of help. Memories that weren't yours crashed your mind. Good memories of happy lives mixed with frightening tales of murdered children. The confusion of it all split your mind into even more fragments.
You awoke with a gasp. You were alone on a floating island in a sea of black liquid. The island was small, only twenty feet across of so. Beside you, there was only a small stone podium. Strange symbols were written on top of the podium. You could still feel the tickle of hairs against your back as you stood, the memories slowly replacing the life you had above. You tried to grasp at those memories of your party and what brought you here.
Where were you? Where were your friends? What do you do?
You could feel though, that was good. The outlook gave birth to other thoughts, thoughts of how you possibly weren't dead. That this was a terrible dream and you'd wake up soon. The dream did not relent though and the darkness continued. It flowed through your pores, feeling you with terrible noises. Screeches. Screams. Death.
The spiders crawled off your skin only to be followed by thousands of pin pricks. Voices toiled with your mind, a mind that had wandered off. A mind that you were losing. You were lost, the constant reminder echoed through the endless dark that you could not see, but somehow you could feel.
Mine, mine, mine.
Waves of human hair washed under you as you floated through the endless dark. That was good, another feeling. You must still be alive. With each stroke of hair you felt a feeling of fear and dread and cry of help. Memories that weren't yours crashed your mind. Good memories of happy lives mixed with frightening tales of murdered children. The confusion of it all split your mind into even more fragments.
You awoke with a gasp. You were alone on a floating island in a sea of black liquid. The island was small, only twenty feet across of so. Beside you, there was only a small stone podium. Strange symbols were written on top of the podium. You could still feel the tickle of hairs against your back as you stood, the memories slowly replacing the life you had above. You tried to grasp at those memories of your party and what brought you here.
Where were you? Where were your friends? What do you do?