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ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Slight delay on Sev, it'll be up tomorrow. :)

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Collabs with Izurich, Otter and Donut are progressing well! It'll be a few days yet until they are ready. :)

I'll set up a collab for Sev's execution tomorrow.

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

New post is up! We have some exciting stuff happening. Remember to play your moves carefully, as death is a very possible and very real outcome.

Looking forward to your posts!

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

E.Y.122, The Endless Store

@Squirrel98

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Mr. Squiggles was nowhere to be seen. The atmosphere was tense, soaking with wet anticipation. Ah, yes. When Amanda took in the blood, and when she touched the door, attempting to open it, something bad happened.

The click of a switch, and the overhead lights shut off, plunging the endless store into murky darkness. The only source of light was the liminal light seeping through the locked automatic door.

To make matters worse, a quiet howling sounded from far away in the store. Shuffling. Smashing as itclawed away at aisles, knocking aside cans of food. Unsettling as it searched and seeked, shrieking and heaving.

The noises, the scrambling across the glossed tiles, edges closer, closer, at an alarming rate.

What would Amanda do?

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C.G.106, The Princess Palace

@Vertigo

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There was only the tearing of fabric, the spitting of seams, the cottonfall of stuffing, bleeding out as Abel took out his righteous fury on Hazard, the stuffed entity that had thought it'd be a fun game to imitate his daughter.

Well, it wasn't fun now. No, no not at all.

Hazard hung there limply, hanging by threads. No voice box nor recorder was found. Only the betrayed black eyes of a stuffed animal. Hazard continued to stare, in and through Abel, until it spoke. Without moving its mouth.

It's voice was distorted, cold, cruel.

”You'll regret that.”

And the lights went out, drowning the Princess Palace into perpetual, heavy darkness. If Abel tried to wave a hand in front of his face, he may as well have been blind: He couldn't see it. He couldn't see a damn thing.

Except for the little lights moving in the edge of the room, around the corner of the plastic castle. Two eyes, and a haphazard smile. The lights were high, trailing near the ceiling. Breathing. Giggling.

”Where are you? Oh, where are you?”

It hadn't seen, hadn't heard Abel yet. But it was only a matter of time.

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P.G.116, The Red Button -> B.?.117

@Xandrya

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Michelle opened the door and left the blood-stained button alone. Travellings down a short, dark hallway, it opened up to an impossibly high ceiling room. The walls were plain concrete, and the floor was the same, save for the impact like a crater in the center.

Staring over the lip of the crater would reveal a slightly illuminated, clear well filled with water about twenty feet below. Its depth was impossible to tell, but appeared to be deep, despite being unnaturally lit. Out of the water was a staircase, circling the lip and ascending further into the never-ending height of the room.

The staircase seemed like the obvious way out of the room, but the water… The more one looked at it, the more it seemed to want to draw a person in. Its very aura was… unsettling.

Of course, Michelle still had the option to backtrack, and take her chances with the button in the other room.

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F.Y.119

@Ocelot79

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Lap, lap, lap…

Drip, drip, drip…

The water was welcoming to its newest victim, stirring against Lucas as he entered the water. It was cold, and buoyancy seemed harder to maintain. It was as if the water itself was gently, subtly sucking Lucas down into its inky depths with each movement he made.

The only sounds was water splishing and splashing as Lucas allowed his body to enter the pool. It was his first mistake. His warmth was leeched by the water, his scent colored with candy wafted through the water, sinking deeper, attracting unwanted attention…

As his feet kicked to maintain buoyancy, to tread the water, something slippery, something cold, slid along his ankle, before it slunk deeper into the water.

As a strike of salvation, the endlessness of the tunnel warped. Slowly, a door above the water level came into view, as if coming closer to Lucas, though still being impossibly far away to swim to, taunting him…

Iris Ascendis

Ciara is legit freaking out right now.

Iris Ascendis

Ciara Ventura

Iris Record, First Floor Eastern Halls
@Nanaya, @Sifr

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"Lord Leuvalt declared it folly to turn back and see what the mobilization of security was for, but I for my part could not ignore it."

Ozhiah

Ciara scoffed, holding her abdomen with a wheeze. Lord Levault. That boy deserved to have the hordes upon him, not her.

"If you give yourself up now, you will not feel pain when the hammer of order is brought upon you. Of this, I can be certain."

Ozhiah

Ciara's red eyes stared back, before glancing at Hildegunde. The tingling running down her back. The splatter of blood on the floor.

A moment of hesitancy, soon preyed on by The Voice.

"Is this Ciara Ventura? Will this be her last dance, bleeding and limping like a cornered animal, prancing like a court jester soon to knowingly reach the king's guillotine?”

That Voice

It was true. If she was caught, she wouldn't survive. All the slivers she knew about the Umbralists told her they didn't survive. They were killed with impunity. Such a fate awaited her, if she stopped now. If she gave in.

She'd never give in.

Her lips pulled back in a snarl, her eyes fixed on Ozhiah. Her words were for him, and for the Voice taunting her within.

”Go to hell.”

And she breathed in.

With all her might and speed, she drew in the energy, the life force from both Ozhiah and Hildegunde, hoping to, and aiming to wither them down to immobile, barely breathing husks. Not kill them, but bring them close to it.

Ozhiah was an obvious target, but Hildegunde? Ciara didn't have time to negotiate, to beg for help. She assumed Hildegunde would react poorly to her attack on Ozhiah, so Ciara made it easier: she simply included Hildegunde in the attack.

The sound of breaking walls spurred Ciara on. To hell with Davil, she had to get out. Now. She was foolish for even daring coming this way. Now? Now she would follow Hildegunde's path. It would make sense it would lead to the arena, then to the entrance.

Without sparing Hildegunde or Ozhiah a look, Ciara gritted her teeth, and teleported down the hall, retracing Hildegunde's likely pathway in an effort to make it outside quicker than the encroaching feeling she could feel breathing down her neck. Quicker than the consequences of her actions. Faster than whatever was coming for her.

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

Alright, thank you for your time.

Umbra: The Abyssal Connection

Working on my character sheet (finally). Are we capping at three abilities? I had planned for four, but I can either nix one or I'll try to roll them together as a package.

@Little Bird

Good question! We have 2 abilities open, one locked. You can add another ability that can be unlocked later on. :)

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

Oh that's some good stuff! Then I'm back to having a post ready by the 7th!

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

I will post after you, Lexi. :) Or on the 9th.