You wake up somewhere in a city. You know nothing about this place. You do not know how you got here. All you know is that your death is guaranteed.
This tavern will be one where, as stated in the title, your character's death is more or less guaranteed. You will be actively hunted by an unknown enemy. And when you die, you restart, but with your memories of your past attempts. Your goal: find a way out, if there even is one.
Please be aware that this tavern being brutal and unforgiving is, in fact, an intended feature
A half-elf in a green cloak and all black clothing stands up. Around his eyes is white gauze and at his hip is a sword. He looks around the city, listening.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You wake up somewhere in a city. You know nothing about this place. You do not know how you got here. All you know is that your death is guaranteed.
This tavern will be one where, as stated in the title, your character's death is more or less guaranteed. You will be actively hunted by an unknown enemy. And when you die, you restart, but with your memories of your past attempts. Your goal: find a way out, if there even is one.
Please be aware that this tavern being brutal and unforgiving is, in fact, an intended feature
A man, wearing light clothing, obviously coming from somewhere warm, wakes up. He gets to his feet, looking about the city.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A half-elf in a green cloak and all black clothing stands up. Around his eyes is white gauze and at his hip is a sword. He looks around the city, listening.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It looks like any normal city, save for the fact that there are no people. Nearby is a movie theatre and a payphone, as well as some apartments
The half-elf moves slowly towards the movie theater. (Blindsight)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
it appears empty, the lights are off
nearby is a mall, and a few smaller stores
The half-elf mumbles a few words and casts light, making a small ball hover by himself.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
it is indeed empty, though it sounds like something is playing in one of the screening rooms
The half-elf moves towards the noise, hand on his sword hilt.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'll join as soon as I have a character*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The moves, heading to investigate the mall.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*BAALZE! ITS THEREN!!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It is empty, and some annoying music is looping over the loudspeakers
The half-elf leaves the theater, slightly worried.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
that was directed to drummer, i forgot to quote him
*oh*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
the screen is all white, save for a large timer in the middle, counting up. It is at 11 days, 13 hours, 9 minutes, and 53 seconds
*Hmmm... but are you sure?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The half-elf frowns and turns in a full circle, looking for anything.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.