Navjir

(( The rules are simple, I will give you a few choices to make, If you choose to continue, you simply read the next paragraph. Leaving will mean you have stopped. When you are done, Reply to the thread, telling your story of how you reacted and what exactly you did. Also OOC comments are loved, tell me what you think and if you want more games like this :) Note: The little comments I make with the choices are merely for fun, you character doesn't honestly say it :3)) It's been many years since Natheus had gone missing, leaving behind his evil deeds and unspeakable horrors he has committed to plague those he had hurt. Natheus was a long forgotten worshiper of Iblees, the once feared and hated dark lord of the nether. His life was never a good one, he lost his family when he was only a boy, and he suffered from psychopathy ever since he tapped into dark magics. His life, his creed, all distorted by the unforgiving nether that he once pledged his life to. Before the end of the war between the undead and the living, Natheus had set out into an unknown land, now known as Asulon. At this time, he was an old man with no hope or joy to fill the empty void within his heart. He traveled until he could no more, coming upon a ruined tomb with the smell of dead and rotting stained into the stone walls. This, is where he would take his final breaths, he sat upon a chair, laying an unholy book on his lap. He spoke with a hushed tone, whispering words to himself, he knew he was dying, the feeling all to clear to him. He prepared his own burial as the grasp of death enclosed around him. He closed his eyes, feeling a cold chill wash over him, letting out one final sigh, remembering the evils he had committed so many years ago as he was greeted with the embrace of death. His head slowly feel forward and his heart, his dark blackened heart, ceased to beat... Upon your travels, you have come upon a tomb. It looked almost ancient and the door that sealed it off was made of stone; cracked by much weathering and erosion. It looked suspicious, as if someone had altered the tomb to make it look more, unholy. Skulls on pikes stick up from the ground, and an ancient unholy mark over the door. It definitely gave an unnerving feeling but at the same time, it was almost calling you to explore more. What do you do? Leave? (End it here) Or Continue? (Read the next paragraph) You decide it's all to much to pass up, you walk to the stone door. It looked fairly weak from all the weathering and erosion. There is a large crack down the middle with a hole in the center of the door. If you peer into the hole, you wouldn't see anything other than a curtain of shadows. Backing away you study the door, Can you find a way to break the door? No I can't (End it here) Or Yes I can (Read the next paragraph) You manage to open the door to the tomb. From where you are standing, you can already feel the cold air raising from the tomb. As you near the entrance, the light from outside lights up the staircase down. If you had a torch with you, it would be much easier to see. It looked almost haunting as you gaze down the descending stair case. A gentle breeze raises from the tomb, it makes an odd sound, one that could be mistaken as a whisper. Are you brave enough to enter? Pfft! Later! (End it here) Or I am not scared. (Read the next paragraph) You slowly descend down the staircase, the walls stained with blood. Each step down you can feel the chill growing around you. You finally make it to the first room of the tomb. It's very dark, even a torch cannot see all the way down the long tomb. To your left and right are skeletons resting on shelves, you proceed down the hall. It would also be possible to feel a presence around you, as if, someone is watching you. You peer through the thick shadow, unable to see anything ahead of you, but what you see, are figures standing in the shadows, but as you turn to look at them, you notice it was your eyes playing tricks on you. Still brave enough to continue? Oh no! I forgot I left my balls at home! Better go! (End it here) Or I can take whatever comes my way! (Read the next paragraph) You ignore the feeling and the odd movements in the shadows and press on. As you continue, you begin to see what looks to be a silhouette of a man sitting in a chair. But as you near ever closer, the form becomes thinner and what looked to be a man turns into a skeleton. You aren't sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you or something odd was going on. You study the corpse as it sat slumped in its chair. Upon it's lap was a book with a thick layer of dust on top along with some cobwebs. The man was in a black robe with a hood over his head, his posture was slumped over to one side. His bones and teeth looked old, this person was obviously old when they died. Your gaze turns to the book once more, thinking if you should pick it up or not, Do you think you should pick it up? Nah, I'd rather not. (End it here) Or Their dead anyway, it's not like they will need it. (Read the next paragraph) You pick up the book, wiping the layer of dust off of the cover. What is revealed is an book with unholy inscription on the front. It looked like some sort of necromancers book back when the war between the living and the dead took place. You can feel the book had an eery chill to it. As you hold the book in hand you could swear you heard something rustling farther down in the tomb. Is it wise to open a book of such great evils? Oh look at the time! Better go! (End it here) or It's just a book, I can read it. (Read the next paragraph) You decide, against all the reasons not to, to open the book. On the first page is a letter, the paper is old and worn, discolored by age. The book was a bit stiff as you open it and begin to read... "I write with a weak hand and a dying breath. My name is Natheus Deltorne and I can feel my time is running short, I know death all to well to mistaken it. My time grows thin and it's time for me to pass on to the other life. I am not sure where I will go, the evils I have committed are likely to be enough reason for me to be punished, or blessed if I manage to go to my lord Iblees. I left my homeland many years ago, I do not know if the war has ended or not, but I have faith that no matter what, Iblees will find a way. I have found a tomb for myself, one that will harbor my body and spirit within until the time comes for me to be released. I have trained in the dark arts for many years now, all I need is something to help me become eternal, more powerful than I ever was before. A soul... One soul shall help me bind myself to my old body. That's why I have written this letter, for anyone that has come upon it to see that they have been chosen. You will be what I need to become eternal... You stop reading and you look up to the corpse, you aren't sure if you should start leaving or stay. The corpse looked motionless and looked hardy close to anything of a threat. Around it's neck was a silver necklace with a skull in the center of the pendant. On the corpses fingers were a few rings and around his waist was a weapon. What do you do? I like my soul, later! (End it here) Or He's already dead, not like he can do anything. (Read the next paragraph) You still decide to stick in the tomb. You glance to the side as you hear something moving, you soon dismiss it as a rodent of some sort and turn back to the skeleton. But as you notice the corpse, it's posture is different from when you last looked at it. It would likely send a nice chill up your spine, but at the same time, you aren't sure if your eyes are still playing tricks on you. It seems like the darkness around you likes to play tricks, on and off you would think there is something moving around in the shadows. Something isn't right, it wouldn't take a genius to figure that out. You turn back to the entrance then back to the skeleton, your eyes widen as you look back into it's soulless eyes, It is staring right at you, eyes glowing a demonic red. He speaks with a echoing voice, one that was aged and struggling to speak. "I have been waiting for you to arrive... So many years locked up and dormant in this damned tomb, until now... I will be free once more!" The skeleton slowly begins to rise! The long black cloak draped down his boney body with a cape behind him, covering his right arm. It reaches for the hilt of his blade on his hip and wields a diamond blade from the sheath The blade itself would have skulls and unholy markings carved within. Instead of the natural diamond color, within it would glow a faint purple, it looked enchanted with a dark essence. What do you do!? Make a run for it! (End it here) Or Stand and fight! (Read the next paragraph) You decide to fight this unholy being! You draw your weapon! Before you know it, skeletons are crawling out of their chambers with axes and tattered clothing adorn on their limp bodies! The cold grows ever stronger, washing over you and your breath soon becoming visable! You look behind you, there is still an opening to escape, the light from outside calling to you as if it was a beacon of hope. But if you are strong enough, or foolish, you could stand and fight... How will your story end? (( Thank you for reading! Please post you experience in a reply! Tell me OOCly if you enjoyed it or think I should add something more to it :) This is based off my old character Natheus, slay him or escape, the choice is yours! ))

My mistake. I read this as "Edit within 24 hours." My fault :)