The underneath is a network of sewers and cold basement levels, filled with the stench of mildew and death. You hear sounds - at a distance, and nearby. Like many legs in the dripping water, like soft voices echoing down the halls.
More notably, no matter how you got here, you can't seem to get back out. However you arrived, it's a one-way entry, and there seems to be strong magical warding stopping anything from leaving.
Are these the dungeons? Or was your arrival here a mistake?
THIS IS A SECRET LOG! THIS MEANS THAT ALL CONTENT INSIDE OF IT IS SECRET BOTH IC AND OOC UNTIL YOUR CHARACTER IS ONCE AGAIN IN A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN REVEAL IT!
It's okay to make vague commentary on how things are going for your character, but please don't tell anyone OOCly the specifics of the location, characters, or events. That's for you and anyone else who joins you to share.
Start with your character arriving, and things will go from there.
Julien is being approached? accosted? by someone who's taken on a truly dismaying set of centipede characteristics, who's gotten up into his personal space and is touching him with many tiny chitinous hands and huge waving feelers, but gently. He's managing not to wince too obviously.
"No, I'm sorry. I don't have anything left. It's all gone." Once he's said the same thing a few times the centipede-person gives a disappointed squeak and moves off to the bodies. Julien shakes himself off, wanting to preen, not wanting to get the stuff on his feathers into his mouth.
There's a loud crunching and Julien looks up to see that awful dog. Why is it like this. "Yeah, I see you. Good... job, I guess?"
The flesh they tear off burns into blue fire in their mouth - a method of eating, perhaps? At any rate, New seems very intent on chowing down, so much that they quietly growl at the centipede person and also Julien.
The food belongs to this dog, obviously. Don't mess with it. You definitely want this food that it has but you can't have it.
Eventually, New chews off the wing and drags it over to where Julien is seated and start eating it there. The beasts are growing more active now, a large scorpion creature managing to chase off the centipede with some threatening whacks of the tail. Of course, it also recognizes Julien... who looks way more alive than the cockatrice currently does.
Julien wonders at the practicality of having big bone fire dogs here, eating up the limited resources that actual people, however horribly changed, need. Presumably. Given that they don't seem to get supplies often and those can't be made to last, maybe there's magic to make them linger.
"Really?" He sighs as the dog decides to get closer, but he's not relinquishing his spot, it's gotten more crowded now and he's in a good position to defend himself if approached wrong.
As is threatening to happen now. Julien draws himself up wearily and half spreads his wings, the new coloring - bands of pale cyan and brilliant Kline - like a deimatic display. If it does come to a throwdown here it's his beak that'll make the real difference. It's not immediately obvious how much woodpecker is in his design. "I know I look like prey, but I'm the kind of prey that breaks your jaw. Your. Tail bulb. At least wait until I'm weaker, dude."
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"No, I'm sorry. I don't have anything left. It's all gone." Once he's said the same thing a few times the centipede-person gives a disappointed squeak and moves off to the bodies. Julien shakes himself off, wanting to preen, not wanting to get the stuff on his feathers into his mouth.
There's a loud crunching and Julien looks up to see that awful dog. Why is it like this. "Yeah, I see you. Good... job, I guess?"
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The food belongs to this dog, obviously. Don't mess with it. You definitely want this food that it has but you can't have it.
Eventually, New chews off the wing and drags it over to where Julien is seated and start eating it there. The beasts are growing more active now, a large scorpion creature managing to chase off the centipede with some threatening whacks of the tail. Of course, it also recognizes Julien... who looks way more alive than the cockatrice currently does.
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"Really?" He sighs as the dog decides to get closer, but he's not relinquishing his spot, it's gotten more crowded now and he's in a good position to defend himself if approached wrong.
As is threatening to happen now. Julien draws himself up wearily and half spreads his wings, the new coloring - bands of pale cyan and brilliant Kline - like a deimatic display. If it does come to a throwdown here it's his beak that'll make the real difference. It's not immediately obvious how much woodpecker is in his design. "I know I look like prey, but I'm the kind of prey that breaks your jaw. Your. Tail bulb. At least wait until I'm weaker, dude."