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Night Terror
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The RPG Winter Ball
Please regard all rules the RPG Ball committee has put in place
* No SPAMMING. This is still an RPG, not a chat thread *
* No flaming *
* No advertising other RPGs *
* Do not cause unnecessary damage to the mansion *
* The bar staff will serve anyone but the RPG Committee will not be held responsible for alcohol related illness or death *
* Any excessive violence will result in your character being thrown outside *
* Events will be held at the RPG Committee's discretion only *
* Please view topic on Dark skin, for proper spooky atmosphere *
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The RPG Winter Ball
Please regard all rules the RPG Ball committee has put in place
* No SPAMMING. This is still an RPG, not a chat thread *
* No flaming *
* No advertising other RPGs *
* Do not cause unnecessary damage to the mansion *
* The bar staff will serve anyone but the RPG Committee will not be held responsible for alcohol related illness or death *
* Any excessive violence will result in your character being thrown outside *
* Events will be held at the RPG Committee's discretion only *
* Please view topic on Dark skin, for proper spooky atmosphere *
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The night sky was a carpet of deep blue, stars twinkling amongst the darkness. A full moon floated overhead, reflecting a silver light down over an old house, surrounded by a desolate and dead forest. An owl hooted to itself, and the howling of wolves echoed around the open grounds. The old house was one long ago abandoned, it's occupants forced out by a mysterious presence. Some say it was built on the desecrated graves of long dead devil worshipers, others say the father was driven crazy and murdered all those inside. But most know the truth. Laurence Llewellyn Bowen decorated the house. Beside the house, a scruffy graveyard lay, stones overturned and some pits unfinished. The occasional bone lay scattered over the floor, while in a murky bog, something appeared to be moving beneath the surface.
Pushing on the front door, it slowly creaked open. Footsteps echoed on the marble floor where they shouldn't have. The door slammed behind, and the sounds of chains being dragged across the floors of the rooms above echoed in the empty halls. With candles gradually lit, some light began to fill the room. A grand stair case in the centre of the room led up to the higher rooms. The ceiling reached up high, littered with chandeliers that also bore unlit candles. Cobwebs hung from every corner of the old wooden architecture, and a light mist seemed to seep out from behind closed doors. At once, all the lit candles were extinguished plunging the mansion into complete darkness. A guttural roar filled the halls, followed by an angry voice that screamed,
"GET OUT!"
"A little extreme on the atmospherics don't you think?"
"Look this guy is good, he knows how to make a place scary."
"Dias' version of scary doesn't conform with a normal person's version of scary."
"Well tough, he was happy enough to be paid in waffles, so it's no downer on the wallet."
Dan flicked a switch on the small remote he held in his pocket. All the candles flickered to life, lit by small motorised mechanisms that had been built into them especially for times like this. Floating up the great staircase, he plugged in the speakers in each corner of the rafters, and made sure they all worked properly. Fingering a skeleton key, he unlocked all the main doors into the other rooms, and made sure all the food and drink was out ready. Returning to the main lobby, the bar staff were arriving. Each one, a well tailored zombie, in dapper tuxedo, and all bleeding orifices firmly sealed up as per health and safety regulations. One took a stand behind the main bar that had been built in the lobby, while others stood by ready to take people's coats. Dantoo sat on a stool besides the main bar.
"Scotch, two rocks."
The zombie barman handed him a short glass with a gold coloured drink floating around two square ice cubes. Dan held the glass, and the drink drained away from the glass, absorbed into the Porygon hybrid's body.
"Oh god you're on the alcohol already?"
"Hey shut up, i'm the one keeping this costume going, so put up or shut up!"
"Hmmph, fine. But if you get drunk don't think i'm going to drag you around everywhere."
"Like I have a choice.."
"Whatever. Look, people are going to start arriving soon, so give the grumpy a rest."
Dan shuddered, but it was mostly Dantoo doing the shuddering. His costume was rancid. His coat looked like it was knitted together from a hundred skinned bats, and in places it pulsated like it was alive. His skin was mottled, decaying and in some places missing revealing bone underneath. One eye was almost hollowed out, and a foul looking black mist seemed to trail behind him wherever he moved.
"Dark, ghost. Ghost, dark. At least Christmas will have a nicer choice of attire."
Dantoo pushed open the doors and turned on the guide lights that had been attached to the roof. A massive circle of light lit the ground in front of the door, while several small light acted as a guide along the path.
"Good effort. Maybe you should have a medal."
"Bite me flesh sack."