Category: Game Parlor
I saw one of these things just now, and thought it looked really cool, so I wanted to start one of my own.
The night wind blew with a vengence, and seemed to want to rip the cloak from the loan traveler. Her only reaction was to pull the garment closer, and continue to walk. She had to deliver... Keep it going, and have fun
the gold locket to her master, whom would cruely beat her otherwise. In her haste to return, she
ran as fast as she could while the wind blew against her. She finally reached her master's home, and knocked on the door.
The master let her in and took the gold locket. Then he threw her into the dungeon.
As she lay there, not quite conprehending what had gone wrong, she heard...
a spinning wheal behind her. She called out a salutation which was responded with
A language she had never heard. She could tell the voice belonged to a woman. As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, she searched to find the person the voice's owner. She saw...
a pair of eyes, one the color of the purest gold, the other, of blood red, almost black. Even so they were the brightest in the inky blackness, pearcing through like a sunray. They stared flatly, expressionless.
Her skin crawled. A sinking sense of helpless exposure flooded her. She knew those eyes. Spirits help her. How had it followed her?
A voice like hollow grating stone filled her head. "Give it back ... give it back!"
"I no longer have it." She managed to whisper. "Where is it, if you do not hold it?" "The one who reigns over the land now has it. She heard a swishing sound, and knew...
the pain would come next - that white, blinding agony that stemmd as much from fearful anticipation as from the mental fingers crawling through her mind. The eyes streaked closer. The swishing filled her head; soft robes on stone. "Ungrateful little thief!" She scuttled back, and felt ...
the rough stone wall strike her back. She turned and raced along it her hands before her, desperate to escape the horror to come. Seemingly from everywhere she heard the angry exclamation,
"On your knees, girl!" and was emediatly