Down. Down. Down. You’ve been falling how long? Days? Weeks? You look around, hoping to see anything besides the cold walls of webbing, but alas, even the top of the hole has vanished from sight. You recall the events that lead to this, trying to recall who you are and what you have done to deserve this. You did something… something the Drow didn’t like. A ritual… what did they call it? The Demonweb Pits. You run through it one more time. You did something that displeased the drow. They captured you and used you in a ritual. They cast you into the Demonweb Pits to suffer. Down. Down. Down. Suddenly, something different appears. Something new. A thin sheet of webbing appears below you. Then another. Then another. You crash into them, slowing your fall until you hit a floor. New. Something new. A pillar of yellow slime with a single malevolent eye crawls toward you. “New soul. Shackle ‘em and give ‘em a cell. They’re gonna be here a while.” You black out again as more of the demons crawl out of the walls and take you away.

Rules: 

 Stuff you should probably know

Every prisoner has their own cell, and all cells are connected to at least one communal room. The Pits are an ever shifting labyrinth designed to torture inmates. The Jailers occasionally take prisoners out into other layers of the Abyss or the Material Plane to carry out the will of the Spider Queen. 

Also, join the Bagel Cult!

And most importantly, NO MORE GOD KILLERS!

*what happened to the last thread? Power*

Quote from FlowerField >>

*what happened to the last thread?*

 *accidentally put it on forum games instead of adohands*

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Quote from FlowerField >>

*what happened to the last thread?*

 *accidentally put it on forum games instead of adohands*

 *oh*

A tall strong looking man is sitting in his cell wearing a warlock cloak

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A tall strong looking man is sitting in his cell wearing a warlock cloak

 The drow with the arm wrapped in chains enters his cell again. “I’m going to need your name.”

A young girl who looks about twelve is hiding behind her curtain of hair. You can’t make out many details about her.

*wisdom or whatever I read the rules*

*The upside-down one in the middle*

A caracal-like brown tabaxi is humming and sitting in his cell. He wears broken chain mail over a bare chest and white pants cuffed at the knee.

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A tall strong looking man is sitting in his cell wearing a warlock cloak

 The drow with the arm wrapped in chains enters his cell again. “I’m going to need your name.”

 "Inferno"

*power also level limit?*

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*power also level limit?*

 *12 or lower*

A young man with brown hair and hazel eyes and lots of freckles sits in his cell. He’s new.

(wisdom)

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A tall strong looking man is sitting in his cell wearing a warlock cloak

 The drow with the arm wrapped in chains enters his cell again. “I’m going to need your name.”

 "Inferno"

 “Interesting.”

All cell doors suddenly unlock. A drow with chains wrapped around one arm announces, “Come out of your cells and mingle with other prisoners! You will be here quite a while, make some friends while you’re at it!”

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All cell doors suddenly unlock. A drow with chains wrapped around one arm announces, “Come out of your cells and mingle with other prisoners! You will be here quite a while, make some friends while you’re at it!”

The tabaxi yells “YEAH BABY!” And sprints to the common area. “They may have taken my life. They may have taken my spices. But they can’t take my charismatic high resulting from the inherent absurdity of this situation that will soon render me an insane mess of tears and misery but currently is filling me with joy and sociability!”

a man with pure white hair comes from his cell "please be quite."