1.11.2006
The Shadow
Mrivhon, your eyes open and peer into the dark night. You remain motionless. The dim light from the smouldering embers provides only the most feeble illumination. But it is enough for you to watch the shadow creep into the room.
Less a shadow than a heavy curtain, undulating and oozing with volume as it drips horizontally across the back wall, coming in through the door. Pools of darkness spiral and run down the plane, momentarily forming images or pieces of humanoid bodies. Flickering into substance, and suddenly dripping away, a woman in a long dress walks into the room. Or perhaps floats, or glides. She clutches a featureless, inky parasol. Her face is equally featureless, except for thin cruel lips, as she turns to your lot her lips curl, and she speaks.
"You who come here, you seek to be devoured. They will find you. One of them is coming now. This was once mine, now theirs, may the gods have more mercy on your souls than they had for us."
Cinder, you come awake as you see an enormous, impossibly large hand attached to a thin arm, too thin to support it. The hand reaches in through the doorway, easily the size of a child. The woman turns back towards it, her mouth opening to say more voiceless words, and she dissolves into the darkness of the shadow curtain.
The hand and arm is attached to a huge, gaunt, black humanoid. Arms, legs, collosal, disproportionate round head, but just as plain and oozing black as the woman and the thick shadow pulled across the back wall, now beginning to surround your room here. What light you had is snuffed away.
(Everyone make a save vs. fear.)
Less a shadow than a heavy curtain, undulating and oozing with volume as it drips horizontally across the back wall, coming in through the door. Pools of darkness spiral and run down the plane, momentarily forming images or pieces of humanoid bodies. Flickering into substance, and suddenly dripping away, a woman in a long dress walks into the room. Or perhaps floats, or glides. She clutches a featureless, inky parasol. Her face is equally featureless, except for thin cruel lips, as she turns to your lot her lips curl, and she speaks.
"You who come here, you seek to be devoured. They will find you. One of them is coming now. This was once mine, now theirs, may the gods have more mercy on your souls than they had for us."
Cinder, you come awake as you see an enormous, impossibly large hand attached to a thin arm, too thin to support it. The hand reaches in through the doorway, easily the size of a child. The woman turns back towards it, her mouth opening to say more voiceless words, and she dissolves into the darkness of the shadow curtain.
The hand and arm is attached to a huge, gaunt, black humanoid. Arms, legs, collosal, disproportionate round head, but just as plain and oozing black as the woman and the thick shadow pulled across the back wall, now beginning to surround your room here. What light you had is snuffed away.
(Everyone make a save vs. fear.)
