There was a distant clanging noise, such as might be made by a pair of great big gates being shut. Kiam was just passing through the West Hallway, returning from the Guard Room, when it happened. He had dah a really boring day on duty, reading French comics about ducks. The other guard had obviously skipped sice he had been alone all day.
And then it happened.
Kiam thought hearing some voices fading into the distance, and a chuckle. Not a particularly pleasant one.
He decided to grab a beer and not get in anyone’s way.
It was full moon, the kind of night that involved sadistic rituals, sacrificial chickens and burning of random slaves for the sake of some unpopular Goddess…
Or a horde of angry ghosts? Well, apparently.
“Excuse me ? How big of an army do they have?”, R3d asked.
“Urm…they’re ghosts. It doesn’t matter how many they are. How exactly are you going to fight some old passing- through- walls ghosts?”
“ You said they were some sort of knights.”
“ Yeah. The dead sort.” Darkus continued.
“ Shut up! I’m saying….What was I saying?.......oh yes…Do you know what we have become?”, he looked at the faces surrounding him, “ We have become legends, men! Legends!! Stories of the dead!
No one knows we even exist right now. We were alive when we came here, and now we are just wallpapers!! It never changes anything! No one cares!
We were respected Heroes, Thieves, Burglars , Fools ….and what are we now? What have we achieved?”
Darkus rolled his eyes.
“Well I’m going!! To fight them!” He paused for breath and continued more slowly “To prove the world that….that….”
And so he left.
“Wow. Gotta love the sweet temper.” Henchy said with a grin.
Mouse opened the store room. He entered and carefully locked it behind him.
“Here I shall be safe” he thought and smiled glassily until he suddenly heard a “growl” and felt a burning sensation. His stomach somehow never had much difficulty in making itself understood.
The pain was silently screaming “poisssssssoon”. He could almost hear it.
He fell to the ground, paralyzed, clenching to life. His smile stayed where it was but the rest of his face didn’t seem to want to be associated with it.
It happened quickly, the poison spreading through his entire body like stupidity among a crowd of people.
After a few minutes, he was dead, released from the agony of the poison; eyes wide open, body helplessly lying on the cold ground.
Do you know the sensation of death by poison? No? Well, even if you knew, you wouldn’t be able to talk about it. It is said that death is but a sleep but in the circumstances, waking up in the morning might prove to be quite difficult.
But there are exceptions. People underestimate the power of hatred.
Hatred runs through people’s veins like dark blood and apparently it gives it’s best to keep them alive….even if they’re dead.
At least that was indeed what happened with the knights that had once lived in the castle of Tazmo. They had been poisoned and now they were seeking……..
They were tired of revenge, the newly born God Global Warming did that for them with lots of passion so they needn’t put much thought in it.
They mounted their horses and charged in the forest, armed with blueberry pies for the sake of really bad humor.
They spotted R3d. And he spotted them. They grinned. He didn’t.
It didn’t take long, as all the action could be summarized in: R3d charging through the ghost-knights, turning back and suffocating with a blueberry pie with a good direction to his face.
By sunrise, he was dead.
List of players:
1. drop (dead.Elf)
3. MGB (dead. Pope)
4. R3d (dead.Elf)
5. mouse (dead. Artist)
7. Bill (dead. Hero)
8. Razor (dead. Thief)
9. be0wulf (dead. Bishop)
12. adonai (dead. Riddle Man)
13. brightparis (dead. Granny)
Well, not much happened.3 players left ( not counting RAzzy).
Considering your positions, I think this will be over after this day.
There are still traps set up by mouse all over the castle. You might not even find the treasure but actually die in the process. = P
And I'm really sorry for the delay.