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...vampires...? [ don't just whisper vampires, you fool. but he's nodding in agreement.]
Why do I get the feeling we're about to play the world's worst game of hide and seek...?
[ music: mad mother earth
piles you all in the cyoa jalopy, alright let's go!!!
when the group is through with their investigations and have chewed over their findings, they can proceed towards the plant... a large concrete mass that is windowless, old grooves around the face of the building indicating that maybe, maybe they once had them. maybe, there was once a mote of freedom.
the flecks of dark detritus from earlier seem to be congregating here, like a group of flies hovering over a corpse. an enormous person who makes io look quite small, stares down at the group, one hand on an enormous lever. they wear a dark mask over their face, though there is a grate where their eyes are visible, making them look as if they are in more of a prison (ironically) than a helm. ]
[ that's all the foreman says. the doors scream open, wailing even might be a better term, until they slam fully apart, revealing the lightless path before you. upon entering the dark of a building, you are all greeted by an absolute cacophony.
the sounds of cutting, the sounds of water, the sounds of labor.
the doors close with the same heaviness, shuddering to a final close. the tell-tale signs of someone bolting the doors behind the group are audible.
if one thing is certain, it is that this place hates you. the dim light, the glassy eyes gazing your way from tired, hungry faces, the severity of stone and earth. it hates you in a way that only the blind tonnage of concrete and humid air can have. it hates your living blood, it hates the way that the warmth of sunshine still lingers on your skin.
the people inside of this building focus on you all for a few more moments, stopping in their carrying of baskets and buckets, packages of what look to be ruby-red glistening meat, and more. each of them wears a long chain around their necks. they stare, a few moments longer before they disperse and go on about their day... so you can assume.
there are two directions to go immediately from here, where these workers-slash-prisoners file through no other paths seem to be available... to the right, there is a long, dark hallway with a ceiling that tapers higher and higher the further you go in, or a precarious-looking set of stairs that lead upwards. ]
Lot of ground to cover in only the time we have...
[ does this mean you'll need to split your party? maybe that's exactly what it means. especially if you want to cover more ground quickly. considering the oppressive nature of this place... the way it starts to crawl beneath your skin, ... well. what say you? ]
piles you all in the cyoa jalopy, alright let's go!!!
when the group is through with their investigations and have chewed over their findings, they can proceed towards the plant... a large concrete mass that is windowless, old grooves around the face of the building indicating that maybe, maybe they once had them. maybe, there was once a mote of freedom.
the flecks of dark detritus from earlier seem to be congregating here, like a group of flies hovering over a corpse. an enormous person who makes io look quite small, stares down at the group, one hand on an enormous lever. they wear a dark mask over their face, though there is a grate where their eyes are visible, making them look as if they are in more of a prison (ironically) than a helm. ]
Disturb nothing. Touch nothing. Take nothing.
[ that's all the foreman says. the doors scream open, wailing even might be a better term, until they slam fully apart, revealing the lightless path before you. upon entering the dark of a building, you are all greeted by an absolute cacophony.
the sounds of cutting, the sounds of water, the sounds of labor.
the doors close with the same heaviness, shuddering to a final close. the tell-tale signs of someone bolting the doors behind the group are audible.
if one thing is certain, it is that this place hates you. the dim light, the glassy eyes gazing your way from tired, hungry faces, the severity of stone and earth. it hates you in a way that only the blind tonnage of concrete and humid air can have. it hates your living blood, it hates the way that the warmth of sunshine still lingers on your skin.
the people inside of this building focus on you all for a few more moments, stopping in their carrying of baskets and buckets, packages of what look to be ruby-red glistening meat, and more. each of them wears a long chain around their necks. they stare, a few moments longer before they disperse and go on about their day... so you can assume.
there are two directions to go immediately from here, where these workers-slash-prisoners file through no other paths seem to be available... to the right, there is a long, dark hallway with a ceiling that tapers higher and higher the further you go in, or a precarious-looking set of stairs that lead upwards. ]
Lot of ground to cover in only the time we have...
[ does this mean you'll need to split your party? maybe that's exactly what it means. especially if you want to cover more ground quickly. considering the oppressive nature of this place... the way it starts to crawl beneath your skin, ... well. what say you? ]
That's true... on both counts. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
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