In a dark, cramped space, set at sea with only your partner’s breathing to break the stillness, you feel an increasing constriction. Panicked, you bloody your fingers as you scratch ruinously to remove the chain-bound lid of your casket and flee — only to fail.
Your ship turns, rattles and quakes on violent waves. You suspect that the wood of your vessel, so strained when you touch, will splinter and give. Within fifteen minutes, the stench of damp, mould and plaster suppurates your lungs, and you no longer hear birds or waves crashing outside, but the gentle lulling of water everywhere.
Then, all at once, your casket-vessel turns and tumbles, you hear waters roaring, your ship repeatedly hits stone —
And you are suddenly on hard, rock ground, dust and debris wafting around you. You have been stranded — together with your companion — at the lip of a shallow cave. You look out behind you, only to see... pitch darkness. Here, you breathe perfectly — but step outside of the cave's confines, and you find yourself drowning in the depths, underwater.
Corpses have come ashore beside you, also bereft of their caskets. A string of hooded women kneels by the bodies, inflicting sorcery that reduces them to bones. Distantly, the Man in Black speaks to one such witch — perhaps, one of the fabled ladies of the lake — in soft whispers.
The death-touch feel revulsed in this space, an invasive magic settling on their skin like an unwanted touch, without ever quite latching.
Before you can collect your bearings, a woman comes close to inspect your body, before gasping —
"These ones are alive."
NOTES:
■ Tag here, kicking off a three-way IC thread that must finish by 20 June. This scenario is only available to paired characters. You don't have to have signed up for it to play it out.
■ You should aim to share findings with the group after.
■ You can still sign up until the end of 9 June for a RNG draw to meet the Man in Black. Otherwise, your characters will be interacting with the ladies of the lake.
THE CASKETS
In a dark, cramped space, set at sea with only your partner’s breathing to break the stillness, you feel an increasing constriction. Panicked, you bloody your fingers as you scratch ruinously to remove the chain-bound lid of your casket and flee — only to fail.
Your ship turns, rattles and quakes on violent waves. You suspect that the wood of your vessel, so strained when you touch, will splinter and give. Within fifteen minutes, the stench of damp, mould and plaster suppurates your lungs, and you no longer hear birds or waves crashing outside, but the gentle lulling of water everywhere.
Then, all at once, your casket-vessel turns and tumbles, you hear waters roaring, your ship repeatedly hits stone —
And you are suddenly on hard, rock ground, dust and debris wafting around you. You have been stranded — together with your companion — at the lip of a shallow cave. You look out behind you, only to see... pitch darkness. Here, you breathe perfectly — but step outside of the cave's confines, and you find yourself drowning in the depths, underwater.
Corpses have come ashore beside you, also bereft of their caskets. A string of hooded women kneels by the bodies, inflicting sorcery that reduces them to bones. Distantly, the Man in Black speaks to one such witch — perhaps, one of the fabled ladies of the lake — in soft whispers.
The death-touch feel revulsed in this space, an invasive magic settling on their skin like an unwanted touch, without ever quite latching.
Before you can collect your bearings, a woman comes close to inspect your body, before gasping —
"These ones are alive."
NOTES:
■ Tag here, kicking off a three-way IC thread that must finish by 20 June. This scenario is only available to paired characters. You don't have to have signed up for it to play it out.
■ You should aim to share findings with the group after.
■ You can still sign up until the end of 9 June for a RNG draw to meet the Man in Black. Otherwise, your characters will be interacting with the ladies of the lake.