'Probably deeper inside the factory. From what we know, the Slink likes hiding in tunnels and vents and pipes. Small, dark spaces. You wouldn't be claustrophobic, would you?'
“Nah, I ain’t claustrophobic.” He begins to walk towards the nearest building, “That suit of yours might be hard to maneuver about in.”
'Yes, it will be, most likely. But I'm not going to go around in a dangerous place like this without it'
Iago goes to the nearest door, which swings open. Inside is a dark hall containing various tanks and vats, the walls covered in graffiti
Charlie looks over the graffiti like a Renaissance artist surveying Pablo Picasso. He pulls out a can of spray paint and begins to spray something onto the wall. “Gotta leave my mark.” The spray soon forms a big black heart. He then begins to outline it with red.
'Looks beautiful' Iago comments. Whether it is ironic is hard to tell, his voice is always slightly muffled.
A splashing sound can be heard coming from a nearby vat
“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
*which rp you wanna join? There's currently a monster hunt at the chemical plant, and a creepy fairground outside town*
*monster hunt sounds fun*
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'Probably deeper inside the factory. From what we know, the Slink likes hiding in tunnels and vents and pipes. Small, dark spaces. You wouldn't be claustrophobic, would you?'
“Nah, I ain’t claustrophobic.” He begins to walk towards the nearest building, “That suit of yours might be hard to maneuver about in.”
'Yes, it will be, most likely. But I'm not going to go around in a dangerous place like this without it'
Iago goes to the nearest door, which swings open. Inside is a dark hall containing various tanks and vats, the walls covered in graffiti
Charlie looks over the graffiti like a Renaissance artist surveying Pablo Picasso. He pulls out a can of spray paint and begins to spray something onto the wall. “Gotta leave my mark.” The spray soon forms a big black heart. He then begins to outline it with red.
'Looks beautiful' Iago comments. Whether it is ironic is hard to tell, his voice is always slightly muffled.
A splashing sound can be heard coming from a nearby vat
“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
'I don't think so. Maybe if we get the high ground, we can get a shot at him.'
Iago climbs up onto a nearby gantry. If his comrade follows, he sees a pallid, gaunt figure standing in the vat, knee-deep in the liquid. It is unnaturally tall and thin, with long arms and dark eyes, and it is clutching a young man
*which rp you wanna join? There's currently a monster hunt at the chemical plant, and a creepy fairground outside town*
*monster hunt sounds fun*
*in which case, you might be there on your own, or because Iago had told you about a monster known as the Slink which can be found there. Either way, feel free to drop into the rp :)*
'Probably deeper inside the factory. From what we know, the Slink likes hiding in tunnels and vents and pipes. Small, dark spaces. You wouldn't be claustrophobic, would you?'
“Nah, I ain’t claustrophobic.” He begins to walk towards the nearest building, “That suit of yours might be hard to maneuver about in.”
'Yes, it will be, most likely. But I'm not going to go around in a dangerous place like this without it'
Iago goes to the nearest door, which swings open. Inside is a dark hall containing various tanks and vats, the walls covered in graffiti
Charlie looks over the graffiti like a Renaissance artist surveying Pablo Picasso. He pulls out a can of spray paint and begins to spray something onto the wall. “Gotta leave my mark.” The spray soon forms a big black heart. He then begins to outline it with red.
'Looks beautiful' Iago comments. Whether it is ironic is hard to tell, his voice is always slightly muffled.
A splashing sound can be heard coming from a nearby vat
“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
'I don't think so. Maybe if we get the high ground, we can get a shot at him.'
Iago climbs up onto a nearby gantry. If his comrade follows, he sees a pallid, gaunt figure standing in the vat, knee-deep in the liquid. It is unnaturally tall and thin, with long arms and dark eyes, and it is clutching a young man
A slight sound echoes from somewhere nearby
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'Probably deeper inside the factory. From what we know, the Slink likes hiding in tunnels and vents and pipes. Small, dark spaces. You wouldn't be claustrophobic, would you?'
“Nah, I ain’t claustrophobic.” He begins to walk towards the nearest building, “That suit of yours might be hard to maneuver about in.”
'Yes, it will be, most likely. But I'm not going to go around in a dangerous place like this without it'
Iago goes to the nearest door, which swings open. Inside is a dark hall containing various tanks and vats, the walls covered in graffiti
Charlie looks over the graffiti like a Renaissance artist surveying Pablo Picasso. He pulls out a can of spray paint and begins to spray something onto the wall. “Gotta leave my mark.” The spray soon forms a big black heart. He then begins to outline it with red.
'Looks beautiful' Iago comments. Whether it is ironic is hard to tell, his voice is always slightly muffled.
A splashing sound can be heard coming from a nearby vat
“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
'I don't think so. Maybe if we get the high ground, we can get a shot at him.'
Iago climbs up onto a nearby gantry. If his comrade follows, he sees a pallid, gaunt figure standing in the vat, knee-deep in the liquid. It is unnaturally tall and thin, with long arms and dark eyes, and it is clutching a young man
A slight sound echoes from somewhere nearby
Iago turns to the source of the sound. 'Who's there?'
'Probably deeper inside the factory. From what we know, the Slink likes hiding in tunnels and vents and pipes. Small, dark spaces. You wouldn't be claustrophobic, would you?'
“Nah, I ain’t claustrophobic.” He begins to walk towards the nearest building, “That suit of yours might be hard to maneuver about in.”
'Yes, it will be, most likely. But I'm not going to go around in a dangerous place like this without it'
Iago goes to the nearest door, which swings open. Inside is a dark hall containing various tanks and vats, the walls covered in graffiti
Charlie looks over the graffiti like a Renaissance artist surveying Pablo Picasso. He pulls out a can of spray paint and begins to spray something onto the wall. “Gotta leave my mark.” The spray soon forms a big black heart. He then begins to outline it with red.
'Looks beautiful' Iago comments. Whether it is ironic is hard to tell, his voice is always slightly muffled.
A splashing sound can be heard coming from a nearby vat
“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
'I don't think so. Maybe if we get the high ground, we can get a shot at him.'
Iago climbs up onto a nearby gantry. If his comrade follows, he sees a pallid, gaunt figure standing in the vat, knee-deep in the liquid. It is unnaturally tall and thin, with long arms and dark eyes, and it is clutching a young man
“You got a gun, bro.” Suddenly his form ripples and splits. Four Charlie’s step out of the space where there was just one. They are each identical, except for the hair color. One has bright green, one has blue, one has bleached blonde, and one has pink. All four Charlie’s speak at once. “I got bats.”
Iago sees a woman in gothic, bloodstained clothes, curled up on the floor.
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'Probably deeper inside the factory. From what we know, the Slink likes hiding in tunnels and vents and pipes. Small, dark spaces. You wouldn't be claustrophobic, would you?'
“Nah, I ain’t claustrophobic.” He begins to walk towards the nearest building, “That suit of yours might be hard to maneuver about in.”
'Yes, it will be, most likely. But I'm not going to go around in a dangerous place like this without it'
Iago goes to the nearest door, which swings open. Inside is a dark hall containing various tanks and vats, the walls covered in graffiti
Charlie looks over the graffiti like a Renaissance artist surveying Pablo Picasso. He pulls out a can of spray paint and begins to spray something onto the wall. “Gotta leave my mark.” The spray soon forms a big black heart. He then begins to outline it with red.
'Looks beautiful' Iago comments. Whether it is ironic is hard to tell, his voice is always slightly muffled.
A splashing sound can be heard coming from a nearby vat
“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
'I don't think so. Maybe if we get the high ground, we can get a shot at him.'
Iago climbs up onto a nearby gantry. If his comrade follows, he sees a pallid, gaunt figure standing in the vat, knee-deep in the liquid. It is unnaturally tall and thin, with long arms and dark eyes, and it is clutching a young man
“You got a gun, bro.” Suddenly his form ripples and splits. Four Charlie’s step out of the space where there was just one. They are each identical, except for the hair color. One has bright green, one has blue, one has bleached blonde, and one has pink. All four Charlie’s speak at once. “I got bats.”
'Nice. Let's whack him.' Iago shoots in the direction of the Slink, which shouts out in horror. 'You going in?'
She looks up in surprise, though her face is hidden by a strange mask. "Oh, the fair's not fully open yet. We're still setting up the food stands, so at the moment... nothing. Once everything's up and running, though, we'll have a wide assortment available."
'And... this place is safe, right?'
"Of course- keeping everything up to code. Why do you ask?" She asks, her head tilting slightly. There's something off about her, but it's hard to figure out what, especially in such poor lighting.
'I'm just a curious sort of man'
"I see..." She turns her head and notices the multiple bundles of garlic hanging from his belt. "Curious indeed... what's that for?"
She looks up in surprise, though her face is hidden by a strange mask. "Oh, the fair's not fully open yet. We're still setting up the food stands, so at the moment... nothing. Once everything's up and running, though, we'll have a wide assortment available."
'And... this place is safe, right?'
"Of course- keeping everything up to code. Why do you ask?" She asks, her head tilting slightly. There's something off about her, but it's hard to figure out what, especially in such poor lighting.
'I'm just a curious sort of man'
"I see..." She turns her head and notices the multiple bundles of garlic hanging from his belt. "Curious indeed... what's that for?"
Iago sees a woman in gothic, bloodstained clothes, curled up on the floor.
'You good there?'
The woman doesn't respond, and she's lying in a pool of dried blood. It seems she's been here a while
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'Probably deeper inside the factory. From what we know, the Slink likes hiding in tunnels and vents and pipes. Small, dark spaces. You wouldn't be claustrophobic, would you?'
“Nah, I ain’t claustrophobic.” He begins to walk towards the nearest building, “That suit of yours might be hard to maneuver about in.”
'Yes, it will be, most likely. But I'm not going to go around in a dangerous place like this without it'
Iago goes to the nearest door, which swings open. Inside is a dark hall containing various tanks and vats, the walls covered in graffiti
Charlie looks over the graffiti like a Renaissance artist surveying Pablo Picasso. He pulls out a can of spray paint and begins to spray something onto the wall. “Gotta leave my mark.” The spray soon forms a big black heart. He then begins to outline it with red.
'Looks beautiful' Iago comments. Whether it is ironic is hard to tell, his voice is always slightly muffled.
A splashing sound can be heard coming from a nearby vat
“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
'I don't think so. Maybe if we get the high ground, we can get a shot at him.'
Iago climbs up onto a nearby gantry. If his comrade follows, he sees a pallid, gaunt figure standing in the vat, knee-deep in the liquid. It is unnaturally tall and thin, with long arms and dark eyes, and it is clutching a young man
“You got a gun, bro.” Suddenly his form ripples and splits. Four Charlie’s step out of the space where there was just one. They are each identical, except for the hair color. One has bright green, one has blue, one has bleached blonde, and one has pink. All four Charlie’s speak at once. “I got bats.”
'Nice. Let's whack him.' Iago shoots in the direction of the Slink, which shouts out in horror. 'You going in?'
All four peer into the vat. “There’s another dude in there. I guess I gotta now.” Three of the Charlie’s leap down into the vat. One of them stays up on the outside.
Iago sees a woman in gothic, bloodstained clothes, curled up on the floor.
'You good there?'
The woman doesn't respond, and she's lying in a pool of dried blood. It seems she's been here a while
'Do you need help? Don't worry, we're here to kill the monster that brought you here'
*Iago is assuming that the Slink brought her here, this is not true*
Upon closer inspection, her wounds are not bleeding, but neither are they healing. The stench of death is strong here, even over the chemicals
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'Probably deeper inside the factory. From what we know, the Slink likes hiding in tunnels and vents and pipes. Small, dark spaces. You wouldn't be claustrophobic, would you?'
“Nah, I ain’t claustrophobic.” He begins to walk towards the nearest building, “That suit of yours might be hard to maneuver about in.”
'Yes, it will be, most likely. But I'm not going to go around in a dangerous place like this without it'
Iago goes to the nearest door, which swings open. Inside is a dark hall containing various tanks and vats, the walls covered in graffiti
Charlie looks over the graffiti like a Renaissance artist surveying Pablo Picasso. He pulls out a can of spray paint and begins to spray something onto the wall. “Gotta leave my mark.” The spray soon forms a big black heart. He then begins to outline it with red.
'Looks beautiful' Iago comments. Whether it is ironic is hard to tell, his voice is always slightly muffled.
A splashing sound can be heard coming from a nearby vat
“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
'I don't think so. Maybe if we get the high ground, we can get a shot at him.'
Iago climbs up onto a nearby gantry. If his comrade follows, he sees a pallid, gaunt figure standing in the vat, knee-deep in the liquid. It is unnaturally tall and thin, with long arms and dark eyes, and it is clutching a young man
“You got a gun, bro.” Suddenly his form ripples and splits. Four Charlie’s step out of the space where there was just one. They are each identical, except for the hair color. One has bright green, one has blue, one has bleached blonde, and one has pink. All four Charlie’s speak at once. “I got bats.”
'Nice. Let's whack him.' Iago shoots in the direction of the Slink, which shouts out in horror. 'You going in?'
All four peer into the vat. “There’s another dude in there. I guess I gotta now.” Three of the Charlie’s leap down into the vat. One of them stays up on the outside.
'Another dude? Must be a victim' Iago calls out. The young man who the Slink had presumably brought there, takes his opportunity to flee
The Slink tries to fight back, but being physically weak, is pretty easily bludgeoned into submission
Iago sees a woman in gothic, bloodstained clothes, curled up on the floor.
'You good there?'
The woman doesn't respond, and she's lying in a pool of dried blood. It seems she's been here a while
'Do you need help? Don't worry, we're here to kill the monster that brought you here'
*Iago is assuming that the Slink brought her here, this is not true*
Upon closer inspection, her wounds are not bleeding, but neither are they healing. The stench of death is strong here, even over the chemicals
'I can get you out of here' Iago says to her, whilst bandaging her wounds
The woman is featherlight, much lighter than she should be. She starts to stir in your arms, despite the huge gaping wound that has been revealed on her chest. She shouldn't be alive, let alone able to wake, yet here she is, her eyes fluttering open
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“That ain’t you, is it Iago?” He turns and approaches the vat, baseball bat in one hand and spray can in the other.
*monster hunt sounds fun*
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Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
'I don't think so. Maybe if we get the high ground, we can get a shot at him.'
Iago climbs up onto a nearby gantry. If his comrade follows, he sees a pallid, gaunt figure standing in the vat, knee-deep in the liquid. It is unnaturally tall and thin, with long arms and dark eyes, and it is clutching a young man
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A slight sound echoes from somewhere nearby
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Iago turns to the source of the sound. 'Who's there?'
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“You got a gun, bro.” Suddenly his form ripples and splits. Four Charlie’s step out of the space where there was just one. They are each identical, except for the hair color. One has bright green, one has blue, one has bleached blonde, and one has pink. All four Charlie’s speak at once. “I got bats.”
Iago sees a woman in gothic, bloodstained clothes, curled up on the floor.
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
'Nice. Let's whack him.' Iago shoots in the direction of the Slink, which shouts out in horror. 'You going in?'
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"I see..." She turns her head and notices the multiple bundles of garlic hanging from his belt. "Curious indeed... what's that for?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'You good there?'
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'For flavouring my food, why else?'
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The woman doesn't respond, and she's lying in a pool of dried blood. It seems she's been here a while
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
'Do you need help? Don't worry, we're here to kill the monster that brought you here'
*Iago is assuming that the Slink brought her here, this is not true*
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All four peer into the vat. “There’s another dude in there. I guess I gotta now.” Three of the Charlie’s leap down into the vat. One of them stays up on the outside.
Upon closer inspection, her wounds are not bleeding, but neither are they healing. The stench of death is strong here, even over the chemicals
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
'Another dude? Must be a victim' Iago calls out. The young man who the Slink had presumably brought there, takes his opportunity to flee
The Slink tries to fight back, but being physically weak, is pretty easily bludgeoned into submission
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'I can get you out of here' Iago says to her, whilst bandaging her wounds
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The woman is featherlight, much lighter than she should be. She starts to stir in your arms, despite the huge gaping wound that has been revealed on her chest. She shouldn't be alive, let alone able to wake, yet here she is, her eyes fluttering open
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders