Bloodletter On The Dwarven Road.

[Rissing 199]

- Warning: There might be some gore inside of this piece, if you dislike that. Just dont read it instead of commenting that I am to gory, thank you.

- Note: I used the 'You' -tence. See as you see fit. And do as you like, it isnt forced. You can just pass them and do nothing or you can react to it on your own way. I found this the easiest manner to write it.
 

 

 

As you pass the forest near the dwarven road, but a few hundred meters from the sanctuary you reek the stench of rotting flesh and burned hair. As it slowly enters your nose you might notice the splashes of dark black dried blood on the ground, right before your feet.

 

A once beautiful woman hangs to the right of you, her stomach a gaping void as her intestins are scattered about. Some of them hanging in the trees as if they were a festive decoration while others just hang there from her stomach.

 

A soft rinkeling was to be heard as you would notice the iron chains hanging around the womans neck, legs and wrists. A slightly darker than ussual grey rat was making his way up towards the womans body as you could clearly see that one of her toes had yet been feasted upon. A larger crow lands ontop of the tortured womans shoulder as it slightly tilts his head towards the left, quickly trying to get a hold of the softest part of her, the eye.

 

A loud bellowed screech is to be heard as you gaze to the left, seeing even more crows and figures hanging from the trees. Counting a total of three women, the last one seemingly still alive as she hisses softly, her lungs screaming in pain.

 

Her eyes were hazed as she silently mumbles infront of you "Do you love me dear.. do you.. do you?" she mutters as if it was a holy chakram. Her head slightly moving from the left to the right as it was clear that she was near to dead, blood seaping down from a massive gash above her right breast as it slowly trickled down towards her belly and loin cloth.

 

Her heart beat slowing down as you could see her eyes slowly closing, some rats quickly approaching as the reeked the scent of fresh flesh. "I..I.. wi..will c.." she hissed silently before she would slowly pass away, her spine muscles convulsing a few times as her body spasmed in its last few seconds, a mere reaction of the human nerve system.

 

A soft wind slowly blows against one of the torches that were alligned before every single girl, your eyes now falling upon a letter to the right of her waist. As you slowly turn around her you would notice her back, bloodied and ripped from her human flesh.

 

All that remained where large  beautifully curled burned markings, reading an ancient chant.

 

" 

Come to me children..

For you'll soon be dead..

Rotten and ravaged..

dying and screaming..

Come to me children..

for I will kill all..

murder the filthy..

break down the 'Safety'!

 

"

 

 

(( Have fun ~ <3 ))

(( All have been slaughtered in roleplay means. ))

 

[Demotheus 651]

((are any of them recogniseable?))

[Rissing 199]

(( Faces are burned, dear. Though their eyes are colored, green and two blue. ))

[Fredfort (jens6851) 283]

"Oh my... Oh my... By Natives beard.."

John would say as he passed the scene, the sight of the corpses stinging him in the eyes like saltwater.

 

He would've coughed to regain his sense of awareness and thought.

You see, it would hardly be practical to vomit just now...

Adjusting his green tiny hat more out of habit more than anything and maybe even the need to look away for a second, the old man would start to trudge off.

His steps heavy as he glanced multiple times towards the gory mess.

 

"Everything good and dandy bless those poor souls.."

John would've mumbled under his breath and beard as he walked out of sight.

[Meanking 311]

 

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bloodied and ripped from her human flesh.

"

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Ognar, Legion Commander and Captain of the Beserkers stops his patrol as they examine the corpses.

 

"Dont worreh lads.... It onleh be a few 'uman wenches, no lose fer us todeh et seems."

[JVQ 1719]

((You're too gory))

[Rissing 199]

(( If this is too gory, please ask a GM to tell me instead of spaming this 'RP' post. ))
(( My roleplay has already been toned down twice, thank you in advance. ))

[iris1612 1780]

Amuel Sano looks around at the corpses, horrified. Feeling sick, he turns, pulling his massive Yumi Bow off his back. With a swift motion, he strings the Yumi bow and nocks an arrow, just in case whoever did it comes back. "Hunting time."

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Tyrnal spots the gory display, jaw dropping and ears pinning back.

 

Within a few seconds he sets about gathering materials for traps.

"T'is son of a ***** is about te get wot's comin' fer 'im."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.