This is something that I been discussing with some of the other PuF'ers, especially LK. Originally concieved as an "alternative" to the starship eternaty threads, we decided to make something deeper out of it.
Should you wish to take part in this thread(I'm hoping you will, I'll be writing the parts of several characters myself, and we'll try to flesh out the setting as we go along), try to keep it "serious": i.e., no spamming, at least a paragraph or two, and if you wish to have a continuing character, keep posting on a somewhat regular basis.
You don't have to be a diehard RPG fan to write here; you can describe your characters skills and special abilities, but there's no need to talk about alignments, attack bonuses, THAC0, etc. etc. I myself play little more than Diablo2, and LK can be our "realism consultant" if needs be.
Thus being said, the journey begins here....
Wolfram stepped slowly into the dark cavern. It seemed to have been hewn directly into the face of the rock, but all indications of man-made construction dissappeared within the first twenty yards of the entrance. There had been a series of carefully placed support beams starting on the sides and ceiling of the opening which seemed to end abruptly, and there were several piles of the beams thrown haphazardly about the floor. In addition, there was a large collection of hammers, picks, and other tools scattered about in the same manner.
It was as if something had frightened them off, even before thay had been able to finish the entryway.
Wolfram continued further down the abandoned mineshaft, the light of the midday sun giving way to the gloomy glow of the torch in his left hand. His greaves smote the hard rocky floor with a dull metallic thud at every step. He had hardly progressed more than fifty paces before he saw the first body.
Holding the torch close enough to see clearly, Wolfram examined the wounds on the corpse and determine that they had been made by a a trio of long and extremely sharp claws. The dead man's spine was also shattered, his back bent nearly double over the sharp rocks upon which he rested. What had done this had to be extremeley strong. As Wolfram progressed further, the cavern drew increasingly more confined, and Wolfram was barely able to make his way through the tortuous passage without removing his armor. Though the uinique combination of a light breastplate with heavy leather bracers and leggings offered far greater mobility than full plate suits or plate mail, it was still a bit of a discomfort in such tight quarters.
The smell of rotting flesh assailed his nostrils; Wolfram passed several more bodies along the way, all of them slain in much the same manner as the first. The deeper he went, the stronger the stench seemed to grow. Wolfram saw several trails of blood now, indicating that many more had died here, and something had been dragging them off. Eventually, he encountered loose piles of bones, all human. Whatever he was after was very large, very powerful, and had developed quite a taste for human flesh. Wolfram unsheathed his broadsword and checked the one-handed battle axe that he always kept slung over his back. It was ready to be drawn instantly. When the area of combat was too close-in to use a shield effectively, the next best thing was another weapon. Wolfram pressed on. Suddenly the caves opened up into a somewhat larger area, and as he entered, he heard a heavy, muffled, series of what could be footsteps.
Then something bellowed in the dark, a grisly, beastly tone sufficient to turn any mortal's heart to wax and melt it. But Wolfram stepped forward, and was greeted by the sight of the creature's eyes.
[Edited by Wolf Blackstar on 10-25-2000 at 02:09 AM]
Should you wish to take part in this thread(I'm hoping you will, I'll be writing the parts of several characters myself, and we'll try to flesh out the setting as we go along), try to keep it "serious": i.e., no spamming, at least a paragraph or two, and if you wish to have a continuing character, keep posting on a somewhat regular basis.
You don't have to be a diehard RPG fan to write here; you can describe your characters skills and special abilities, but there's no need to talk about alignments, attack bonuses, THAC0, etc. etc. I myself play little more than Diablo2, and LK can be our "realism consultant" if needs be.
Thus being said, the journey begins here....
Wolfram stepped slowly into the dark cavern. It seemed to have been hewn directly into the face of the rock, but all indications of man-made construction dissappeared within the first twenty yards of the entrance. There had been a series of carefully placed support beams starting on the sides and ceiling of the opening which seemed to end abruptly, and there were several piles of the beams thrown haphazardly about the floor. In addition, there was a large collection of hammers, picks, and other tools scattered about in the same manner.
It was as if something had frightened them off, even before thay had been able to finish the entryway.
Wolfram continued further down the abandoned mineshaft, the light of the midday sun giving way to the gloomy glow of the torch in his left hand. His greaves smote the hard rocky floor with a dull metallic thud at every step. He had hardly progressed more than fifty paces before he saw the first body.
Holding the torch close enough to see clearly, Wolfram examined the wounds on the corpse and determine that they had been made by a a trio of long and extremely sharp claws. The dead man's spine was also shattered, his back bent nearly double over the sharp rocks upon which he rested. What had done this had to be extremeley strong. As Wolfram progressed further, the cavern drew increasingly more confined, and Wolfram was barely able to make his way through the tortuous passage without removing his armor. Though the uinique combination of a light breastplate with heavy leather bracers and leggings offered far greater mobility than full plate suits or plate mail, it was still a bit of a discomfort in such tight quarters.
The smell of rotting flesh assailed his nostrils; Wolfram passed several more bodies along the way, all of them slain in much the same manner as the first. The deeper he went, the stronger the stench seemed to grow. Wolfram saw several trails of blood now, indicating that many more had died here, and something had been dragging them off. Eventually, he encountered loose piles of bones, all human. Whatever he was after was very large, very powerful, and had developed quite a taste for human flesh. Wolfram unsheathed his broadsword and checked the one-handed battle axe that he always kept slung over his back. It was ready to be drawn instantly. When the area of combat was too close-in to use a shield effectively, the next best thing was another weapon. Wolfram pressed on. Suddenly the caves opened up into a somewhat larger area, and as he entered, he heard a heavy, muffled, series of what could be footsteps.
Then something bellowed in the dark, a grisly, beastly tone sufficient to turn any mortal's heart to wax and melt it. But Wolfram stepped forward, and was greeted by the sight of the creature's eyes.
[Edited by Wolf Blackstar on 10-25-2000 at 02:09 AM]