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THROUGH DARK AND TWIST [FORUM RPG']
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Avee
5794
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CloseRoux:
Since I can't find anything else in my cell nor detect the presence of guards or any other immediate threat,
I inspect the bars, hoping that there might be a way for me to escape.
Since I can't find anything else in my cell nor detect the presence of guards or any other immediate threat,
I inspect the bars, hoping that there might be a way for me to escape.
Through the bars you can clearly see three cells across from you. The one to the far right is shaded in darkness, making it hard to see more than shapes. You think you can make out a figure lying on what you assume is the bed within, but cannot really tell.
In front of you is another cell, much like your own. Inside you can see a mop of untidy hair poking out from underneath a blanket. The occupant appears to still be asleep.
To the left, where the light shines brightest, you can make out the figure of a woman in green. She appears to be inspecting the insides of her cell, and staring into space.
You turn your attention to the cell bars - they are thick and metal, strong bars meant to keep the occupants of the cells from getting out. The lock on the door is old and rather simple in nature. You think that you could probably unlock it if you tried.
3/3
Looking around the small cell, Lit grows weary with the growing circumstance. However, one more thing remains unseen. And a few more ideas spark in Lit's mind about potential escape scenarios.
#Lit examines the wooden shrapnel of the broken table and bucket. Searching for anything useful. OR any remaining chair legs to potentially use in prying the bars apart or something.
#Lit examines the wooden shrapnel of the broken table and bucket. Searching for anything useful. OR any remaining chair legs to potentially use in prying the bars apart or something.
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The debris of the destroyed table and bucket (which got squished underneath) turns up nothing but dust and splintered wood.
3/3
This game is a co-operative one. You are going to need each others' help in order to make your way through it, even in the tutorial level.
fearful, if you want to talk to someone, talk TO them
Janes whispers fail. She musters up the courage to speak.
H-hey. Hello? Hey, over here. Can you hear me?
I'm right here.
H-hey. Hello? Hey, over here. Can you hear me?
I'm right here.
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You are knocking back a drink, talking to a lovely lady in a low-cut red dress when suddenly the image shifts into another, less wholesome or enjoyable memory. You wake with a start, to find yourself staring at blackness in front of you. The air is chilly, and you reach out in front of you - touching what feels to be a stone-brick wall.
It takes a little while for your eyes to adjust to the dark, but you soon manage to make out some details. You appear to be in a small cell, on a straw pallet with a small piece of cloth draped over you like a blanket. In the corner closest to the bars, barely visible in the limited light, seems to be a bucket. There is also a dark shape in the other corner, but it's hard to make out what it might be.
You check yourself over carefully and find that your silver coin is still in your pocket. All you have left of the clothes you were wearing before waking up here are your usual plain clothes, peaked cap and robes and the new boots you bought a few weeks back.
You hear a soft voice coming from somewhere to the left of you.
0/3
------------------------------Cell ???, Cellblock ?----------------------------------------
You wake slowly, and feeling the chill in the air try to burrow under your blankets a bit more. Unfortunately, you are not at home in your feather-down bed as you thought. The truth is a rude awakening as you sit up and look around the cell you've found yourself in.
It is dimly lit, but you can make out some of the details. In one corner is a wooden bucket. In the other is a table with a bottle and some food on it. You are lying on a bed of straw, a very thing, very hole-filled blanket barely covering you.
You do a quick check of your pockets, finding your carved doll in them but little else. On your wrists are your leather bracers.
You can hear a soft whisper coming from another area nearby.
0/3
ALL PLAYERS ARE NOW AWAKE AND IN THE GAME
I highly recommend interacting with each other and co-operating in order to get out of the predicament you find yourselves in.
I highly recommend interacting with each other and co-operating in order to get out of the predicament you find yourselves in.
What's that dark shape in the corner? I try to focus, and then I realize...I have a hangover. Well that's an interesting experience. So that's what going sober feels like...
Avee
5794
"H-hey. Hello? Hey, over here. Can you hear me?
I'm right here."
I freeze as I hear the words. That is definitely a feminine voice, confirming that the silhouette I'm looking at through the bars is a woman's.
Women... My greatest fear.
My heart begins to race as I fiddle with my cell door's lock. I drop one of the lockpicks thanks to my sweaty hands. Searching for it frantically, I try to ignore the voice and to focus on my escape.
...Then I take a second look at the silhouette. She is behind bars like me. She might be another prisoner trying to find a way out of here.
I muster up my courage to speak... in the panic, my voice comes out MUCH louder than I wanted to:
@Jane Will: H-HELLO? I... UUUUuuuh... Damn it. Hello? I'm in here, in this cell! Are you held captive as well?
I'm right here."
I freeze as I hear the words. That is definitely a feminine voice, confirming that the silhouette I'm looking at through the bars is a woman's.
Women... My greatest fear.
My heart begins to race as I fiddle with my cell door's lock. I drop one of the lockpicks thanks to my sweaty hands. Searching for it frantically, I try to ignore the voice and to focus on my escape.
...Then I take a second look at the silhouette. She is behind bars like me. She might be another prisoner trying to find a way out of here.
I muster up my courage to speak... in the panic, my voice comes out MUCH louder than I wanted to:
@Jane Will: H-HELLO? I... UUUUuuuh... Damn it. Hello? I'm in here, in this cell! Are you held captive as well?
------------------------------Cell ???, Cellblock ? ----------------------------------------
You examine the corner in question and find there a small table - old and streaked with grime and dust, it looks like it is on its last legs. On the table is a bottle of wine. Under the table is nothing but the floor.
1/3
Bart_Sol
852
I look over to the cell across from me and think to myself: if that just now was magic, that person may come in useful to me during my escape.
I try to establish contact and whisper in a soft but audible enough voice: "Hey, you! That flash of light just now, was it you who made that? What did you do?"
In the meantime, I pick up the bucket lying on the floor and examine it closer to see if I can find any use for it.
I try to establish contact and whisper in a soft but audible enough voice: "Hey, you! That flash of light just now, was it you who made that? What did you do?"
In the meantime, I pick up the bucket lying on the floor and examine it closer to see if I can find any use for it.
Jane is startled by the loud reply.
Y-yeah, though, I don't remember how I got here... but I'm glad to hear your voice. My name is Jane. What is yours?
Y-yeah, though, I don't remember how I got here... but I'm glad to hear your voice. My name is Jane. What is yours?
Avee
5794
@Jane Will: I'm Roux. So, Jane, you're locked up as well. Good. I mean... not good... ahem...
I don't remember how I got here either. I... I might be able to escape my cell. I have to try. Can you tell me if you see anyone else around you?
I don't remember how I got here either. I... I might be able to escape my cell. I have to try. Can you tell me if you see anyone else around you?
Lit finishes up kicking aside the useless debris in his chamber, and returns to the rusty bars.
"Ex-excuse me... Um, any of you have some matchsticks or so? I've wrangled together a makeshift torch. It will likely do little to help, but perhaps it may shed some light on the surroundings?"
"Ex-excuse me... Um, any of you have some matchsticks or so? I've wrangled together a makeshift torch. It will likely do little to help, but perhaps it may shed some light on the surroundings?"
Bart_Sol/Jet is talking to Seiromem/Ignithos and can be heard by Kloe/Chloe.
Avee/Roux is talking to fearful/Jane Will and can be heard by Mirak/Chadwick and pianotm/Micah.
Dudesoft/Lit can be heard by Kloe/Chloe, Seiromem/Ignithos and Bart_Sol/Jet.
It's a poop-stained bucket. You could poop in it.
3/3
YOUR DOOR IS NOW OPEN. YOU CAN LEAVE AT ANY TIME.
Avee/Roux is talking to fearful/Jane Will and can be heard by Mirak/Chadwick and pianotm/Micah.
Dudesoft/Lit can be heard by Kloe/Chloe, Seiromem/Ignithos and Bart_Sol/Jet.
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It's a poop-stained bucket. You could poop in it.
3/3
YOUR DOOR IS NOW OPEN. YOU CAN LEAVE AT ANY TIME.
@Roux: That is a nice name Roux. how can you get out? I will see what I can do.
I look around outside my cell to see if I can spot anyone else.
I look around outside my cell to see if I can spot anyone else.
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Unfortunately the only person you can see from your cell is Roux. The cell directly across from you is empty and you cannot see too well the cell to the right of Roux's, though it seems the door for it is open. It's most likely empty too.
2/3
A bottle of wine! How accommodating of my captors! I will keep that for a more appropriate time.
"I'm terribly sorry. I had a choice and I chose wind and water for my spells. Perhaps there is another magic user among us who knows fire magic. It couldn't hurt to ask."
While they do what they do, tear my mattress apart looking for anything useful. I pretend I'm seeking a needle in a haystack.
"I'm terribly sorry. I had a choice and I chose wind and water for my spells. Perhaps there is another magic user among us who knows fire magic. It couldn't hurt to ask."
While they do what they do, tear my mattress apart looking for anything useful. I pretend I'm seeking a needle in a haystack.
Bart_Sol
852
I realise that lingering in my cell any longer will not prove to be beneficial and my desire to leave this small cell grows, so I open the cell door a little so I can glance into the full length of the hallway to check if the coast is clear.
