[ET] TOMB OF HORRORS

[Petsch2k 1851]

EVENTLINE CONTRACT

[Eventline Duration:4-6 months]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDWtH8eHeEU

 

Art by: Plastiboo

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THE CONTRACT

You find yourself standing before a grand, oak table within a dimly lit chamber of an ancient guild hall. A sense of nervousness washes over you, the moment has come. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows upon the cracked and old cobblestone walls of this ancient place. A hooded figure appears before you, the guild master. They begin to unroll a parchment scroll. This is no ordinary document; it’s a contract bound by arcane seals and ancient laws, offering a pivotal opportunity that could alter the course of your fate.

The contract before you outlines a mission of grave importance, undead have been plaguing the lands of Aevos, they speak of their Lord returning to the realm of man. They cause chaos and destruction in their wake, they slaughter anything in sight. The guild master eyes you intently, he tells you that a dungeon is about to rise from the earth, and the threat of an undead invasion is becoming more and more of a reality.  He watches closely awaiting your decision. 

You can tell that signing this contract symbolizes more than just an agreement. It’s a binding oath, a commitment to the quest and to your people. Once your name is etched in blood onto the parchment, you feel a surge of magical energy—a tangible connection to the contract's power and the destiny it foretells. It is done, there is no going back. Only foward.

You and those who signed this contract are now bound by honor and magik to see the mission through to its end. It is in this moment that the path before you fraught with peril but ripe with the promise of glory and treasures of legend, will begin. To enter the Dungeon means to risk everything, as you move forward into the unknown, you feel ready to face whatever fate has in store.

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THE DUNGEON

As your party descends into the depths of the resurfaced tomb, an eerie silence envelops the air around you. Those with weak hearts could feel the fear slowly sinking in. The silence broken only by the occasional echo of unseen creatures. You gather around a blackstone altar where ancient runes glowing bright green are carved, faintly giving off a magical aura. The air hums with ominous energy as an apparition appears before you, a spectral figure clad with ethereal armor, materializes before you.

“Adventurers, seekers of knowledge, treasurer hunters. . .” the specter intones, its voice echoing throughout the chambers, “You stand at the threshold of a trial unlike any of you have faced before.”

The specter explains that each member of your party is granted three lives, symbolized by three glowing orbs that hover above your heads. These orbs of magik represent your very essence, your very being, and will flicker out one by one with each death you suffer within these walls. Should all three orbs of magik extinguish, your soul will be bound to the dungeon for eternity, and you will be lost forever.

You and your party all looked at each other before nodding, the stakes are high and the challenges ahead are perilous. Will everyone you see make it out of live? Will you? Or will this be where you meet your end. You begin to feel nervous, scared, but at the same time, excitement. What treasurers or lost knowledge could be found here? Powerful artifacts of the past, mountains of gold and jewels. You could sense that some of the party felt the same. You must strategize carefully, support one another, tread with caution, for every misstep could bring you closer to your ultimate demise. 

Will you emerge victorious, your lives intact and the dungeon's treasures in hand? Or will you fall, one life at a time, until the dungeon claims you as its own? Only time will tell as you embark on this harrowing adventure, bound by duty and honor, bound by your greed to seek out what is hidden within this Tomb.

 

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REDLINES

- This is a SOFT PK eventline

- A minimum of five (5) and a max of eight (8) persona’s may enter the dungeon.

- All personas involved will have three (3) lives within the dungeon. 

- The three (3) life rule does not apply for events outside of the dungeon. 

- Any deaths outside of the dungeon will be handled by the player 

- The Dungeon is limited to only Haense, Numendil, & Norland personas.

- Upon the third death you cannot interact with any event and are SOFT PK’d for the eventline.

 

 

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[OOC]

A message from Petsch2k

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Hello fellow LOTC folks, I’m pretty stoked to finally get around to officially announce my eventline I’ve been cooking up for a bit. It’ll be my first time tackling three communities and their sub-communities, and I hope to get as many players as I can to interact with the events I’ll be doing related to this eventline. Some of you guys already have! I know I might be able to get all but I’ll try my best to do events in the various time zones that players are online.  

 

It’s been a blast doing events for you guys and I hope to continue to do so with this eventline. I’m really excited and I hope you guys are too! This eventline won’t be super fast paced as it does rely on my schedule (I am only one person, lord give me strength), but thankfully I do have week to two weeks off during the down time, so I can pump out events! Other Times i'm swamped with work for like 3 weeks straight. What I’m trying to say is, there will be times where events will be frequent and other times a bit more quiet and slow. I just wanted to be transparent with you all regarding the pacing. 

 

Other than that, I really hope you guys will have fun during all this, and I can’t wait to see how this story intertwines with your characters!

 

As for the decision to limit it to three nations for the dungeon (anyone can interact with my other events related to the eventline), it’s really comes down to it just being myself  handling everything, i wish I could include more, but I decided for the sake of quality and just condensing my workload a bit more I just went with three nations that are very distinct from one another and just in general the player base I’m more familiar with. I hope down the line to interact with other communities that aren't human dominant.

 

[Seuss 1056]

Joakim Colborn stands in the barracks of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl. In his right hand he holds his powerful mace that he wields no matter where he goes. In his right, the mighty round shield bearing the face of House Colborn. He stands stoically overlooking the bridge coming and going from the city of New Valdev. His eyes poised on friends and strangers alike who return and depart.

[Cryptic 549]

Before a grand oak table within a dimly lit chamber of an ancient guild hall, a contract sits in the middle of the table, seemingly the first one ever written. As others from around Aevos gathered and picked up their contracts, those who took a closer look at the one in the middle, the first one signed, would see it simply read, in black ink, under the signatory line;

 

Ser Alteon Gwynadar.

 

Back in Garenbrig, the signer is preparing for battle, clipping his shield behind him.

[Koodini 854]

"What idiot would ever agree to this? A deathtrap if eym ask mik! Anyone who signs up for this is asking for an early end!" Astoria huffed. 

Though she promptly passed her ink-bled quill towards an all too familiar Korvacz @Frawlic and made a simple request of her, "Eym sign it first."

 

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[Frawlic 1602]

The Korvacz took the quill from Astoria, flourishing her signature across the contract,
 

"Just do niet look into the mirror thing vy've got on vy...." - "E nie, Y will niet tell Ludvik... he'll find out somehow anyways."
 

The quill was extended back towards her raven haired friend. @Koodini
 

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[CharlestheDwarf 184]

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You find yourself standing before a grand, oak table within a dimly lit chamber of an ancient guild hall. A sense of nervousness washes over you, the moment has come. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows upon the cracked and old cobblestone walls of this ancient place. A hooded figure appears before you, the guild master. They begin to unroll a parchment scroll. This is no ordinary document; it’s a contract bound by arcane seals and ancient laws, offering a pivotal opportunity that could alter the course of your fate.

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Thurgrim held a grim countenance as his eyes bore into the contract before him, his lips tightening against each other as he felt the crackling energies lift his hair on end as his pen drew to a close upon his signature, the magic finding its hold upon his soul. Faint candlelight flickered upon the light green hues in his eyes as they turned up to meet the man, vaguely illuminating something private and unseen within. A flicker of... fear? Uncertainty?

Then an expression of iron.

"... Ah swore an oath t'meet these 'Kavgar'-" He spat the word in his own dwarvish tongue, "-where ever they might rise decades ago. Ah've not broken that oath, an' ah'm nae keen t'start doing so now as they rise an' threaten this world." 

A hand had drawn up against the side of his face, fingers lightly tracing the scars from his encounter with the, now permanently deceased, 'Red Lich' and his minions so long ago. A scowl brought itself to bear.

"Ah'm not about t'let history repeat itself. Not fer anyone, least of all my children."

[Divinational 118]

Luzja stares in awe as some of the people closest to her sign a deed of death. "Y can niet beli- niet. Niet Y see it, actually." She sighed, a tired gaze directed at her skull-crazed cousin and her too relaxed-about-this enabler.

 

Picking up the quill, a shaky signature was written on the parchment. "Y suppose vy need one voice of reason..."

 

 

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[xo31 3979]

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the name of this is giving me PTSD man

 

[Fleur___ 200]

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for those curious, the artist of the art in the post is plastiboo. they do very very cool art :3
https://www.instagram.com/plastiboo/

 

[TheMineyMan99 22]

Gilby Agisilius looks over the contract and scratches his chin. "Ea cannot read so well, but ea do think the sound of treasure is quite dobry." He signs an X over the line and passes the contract back to the man, already destined to die.

  

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9 minutes ago, Fleur___ said:

for those curious, the artist of the art in the post is plastiboo. they do very very cool art :3
https://www.instagram.com/plastiboo/

 

Yeaaaah Plastiboo mentioned!

 

 

[Demented_Delila 1248]

Caliene signed the contract, shrugging. "This makes sense to me."

 

Rossiel did much the same.

[Wyrvun 1808]

Emaelia Drakon without hesitation signed her name upon the contract. Writing below. . .

"I additionally, promise the volunteers of my clan, and their wards who will sign seperately."

[VoidDimensions 280]

Before his grand table fit for a giant, as Raug looked over the contract before remembering he couldn't read and signed it with R.R, for whatever this was the Olog could feel that glorious combat would come from it

[Apotolofo 2204]

"Hmm. . ." Hera sighs, and signs it. "I did promise to help them." 

[simpleglitchbro 529]

Váli rolls up his sleeves at the sight of a contract to sign "I've seen enough of these contracts to know to read the fine print. Give me a moment." He scans the document with his eyes, poring over every word to find a possible loophole, or any clauses that may come back to bite him. When satisfied, he smacks his hand on the table "Perfect! Where do I sign?" He takes up a quill and signs his name on the dotted line.

 

Váli Freysson Ruric.

 

"It's going to be good to get rid of those skeletons once and for all."