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 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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"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."