Waking up from a nightmare I
couldn’t quite remember, into a
nightmare…suffocating in a pod full
of goo, tubes in all my orifices, a
large half-orc saved me from my
plight, he has scars from head to
toe (some of the scars self
inflicted), later if we get through
this alive I must repay his deed,
his act of kindness, my savior. We
then saved the others, removing the
tubes and destroying the pods.
After we were all safe at least
from the suffocation we Grabbed
rocks and goo for ranged sight (goo
creates 20ft radius illumination)
Got through the intestinal door, we
went through hallway being
interrupted by an ambush, skeletons
appeared behind us, I started to run
bumping into another one and picked
up a bone club and attacked, we
killed them ending up in a room
which had a large black pillar in
the center, there was a landing
above us (70ft high) we used a rope
and grappling hook (we knotted the
rope for safety) and went to a
central passage checked the center
to find another anal door which was
impassable
We went through
another passage and walked till we
were tired and found a room which we
fortified and rested in. to be
attacked by this strange undead whom
spoke a strange phrase “sorchen” I
do not know what it means, and I
intend to find out. Creature or at
least I think it is undead, when
grave took off his hood it splashed
everywhere and hurt us (assumedly
acid based) and it scurried away, we
need to get out of here, but first I
must tend to the wounded and get
some sleep when I can.
We ended
up with our stuff after it
disappeared.
On a side note I
can’t help but wonder why am I in
here? How did I get captured with no
memory of it, who or what is sorsha?
I wonder if the boys here would
massage me, that may remove some
stress, as soon as I get out of this
I need sex, I need a bath and some
new clothes, a cute dress would be
nice, with some jewels to match,
small bells would look nice, but
sadly right now things are far too
dangerous to act upon my desires,
some of which I cant act on at all,
others I would would rather be clean
for.
This place is
depressing, no sun to bask in, no
fields to dance in while flowers
gently sway in the breeze as if
dancing with me, I wish I could see
my mother again, someday when I die
I will, but not today I must live,
to show others that it is not wrong
to desire to feel pleasure to love,
and no devil, demon, or man will
stop me from surviving.
May
Calistria be with me.
Luni
Talidorea |
