Role playing

[Dizz]

Woot!

Chayesh is here.

You kneel before him.

You say 'How many I serve?'

Chayesh says 'I'm hoping you can help me. I'm having a problem with a mechanical contraption of mine.'

You giggle.

You say 'I'm not Brambus, but I suppose the same blood flows through me.'

You say 'I'll be happy to try and help.'

Chayesh says 'I figured with your racial background you'd have some knowledge of contraptions.'

You say 'I have tinkered with them a time or two in the past.'

You sheath your weapons.

Chayesh says 'Come with me then.'

You now follow Chayesh.

You breathe a bit easier as the presence of Chayesh recedes.

A Dimly Lit Living Room

[Exits: none]

Chayesh is here.

A dark, wicked figure stands here, torturing someone.

Dyntia shivers uncomfortably.

Brrrrrrrrr.

You see nothing special about it.

The Carnifex is in excellent condition.

the Carnifex is using:

Heh.

You say 'He has something broken?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Chayesh says 'It's not so bad. It's a little something I keep around for parties.'

Chayesh says 'Healer weddings and what not.'

You giggle.

Chayesh chuckles malevolently.

You say 'I bet they just love that.'

A Dimly Lit Living Room

The sounds and light of the surface world are completely obstructed

from this lavishly decorated room. Spanning well over twice the height

of any regular room and almost the size of a small house in width. A

fine liquor cabinet sits at the side of a decadent velvety black

couch, which looks so inviting. Various paintings, inlaid with

gold-trim frames hang from the walls detailing various past

revolutions. This room is built for a king with no detail spared.

[Exits: none]

Chayesh is here.

A dark, wicked figure stands here, torturing someone.



Chayesh says 'You might want to take notes of this in case you can't fix it.'

You nod.

Chayesh says 'Now then....let's see here...'

Dyntia rummages around in her backpack.

Chayesh fiddles with some buttons.

Dyntia gets her quill and parchment ready.

You poke it in the ribs.

The Contraption sputters and whirs.....and nothing.

Dyntia scratches her chin thoughtfully.

Chayesh frowns.

You say 'Hmmm.'

Dyntia scribbles down some notes.

Chayesh says 'You see? Nothing.'

You say 'What ahh...what sort of contraption is it? Maybe that will help me figure it out?'

Chayesh prods the Contraption with his mace.

A Dimly Lit Living Room

The sounds and light of the surface world are completely obstructed

from this lavishly decorated room. Spanning well over twice the height

of any regular room and almost the size of a small house in width. A

fine liquor cabinet sits at the side of a decadent velvety black

couch, which looks so inviting. Various paintings, inlaid with

gold-trim frames hang from the walls detailing various past

revolutions. This room is built for a king with no detail spared.

[Exits: none]

Chayesh is here.

A dark, wicked figure stands here, torturing someone.

Chayesh says 'It's a....well, it's an....hmmm.'

Dyntia scribbles a few more notes down, taking measurements and such.

Chayesh says 'It's got blades.'

Chayesh says 'Being a simple cleric, I'm not much with blades.'

Dyntia moves around behind the Contraption, 'Maybe a wires loose.'

Dyntia fiddles with something in the back of the thing.

Suddenly, a grinding sound is heard.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Dyntia scribbles a few more notes.

You say 'Wait, let me try an adjustment here on this dohickey.'

The Contraption burps and spits out a small token.

Dyntia reaches in with a deft twist to keep her fingers intact.

Dyntia scribbles a few more notes down then blots out her mistake.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

You snicker at your own evil thoughts.

You say 'These things are going to look like Brambus' note in the Sanctuary before too long.'

You say 'So, if you flutter the thingamabob, and twitch the gorplesnark....maybe that will get it going right.'

Dyntia scribbles a few more notes.

You peer around yourself intently.

More whirring is heard from the Contraption.

Dyntia looks up, 'Want me to try?'

The Carnifex has created the Black Token!

The Carnifex gives you the Black Token.

Chayesh says 'Please.'

An eerie black token is lying on the ground here.

You judge the Black Token to be in perfect condition.

You dazzle the Carnifex with your smile.

Chayesh says 'Does that thing it gave you fit in that slot there?'

You can't wear, wield, or hold that.

You may only use objects that are worn or are on the ground.

Dyntia slides the token into a slot on the side.

You give the Black Token to the Carnifex.

The Carnifex looks at the Black Token, and stashes it away.

For angering the gods, you will receive DEATH by TORTURE.

The Carnifex says 'The time has come for you to experience more pain than you have ever felt.'

The Carnifex grins evilly at you. Hmmm. Better keep your distance.

The Carnifex says 'Your death will be slow, and agonizing. There will be no mercy.'

You say 'Oops.'

Chayesh throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

The Carnifex selects a sharp set of tongs, and a scalpel.

The Carnifex says 'This may take me a while.'

The Carnifex grins evilly.

The Carnifex slowly inserts the scalpel into your eye socket.

You are blinded!

You yell 'Ahhhhh.....! Nnnnnoooooo!'

An Immortal says 'It works!'

An Immortal says 'You fixed it!'

Someone scribbles more notes down before the blood sprays on them.

Someone places a sharp set of tongs back on the surgical table.

Someone selects a wicked set of shears, and holds them.

With a clamp, the Carnifex grasps your tongue, and slices it off with the shears.

You try to scream in agony, but end up just spitting blood.

Your world suddenly becomes dead silent.



Someone places a wicked set of shears back on the surgical table.

Someone withdraws a glowing hot brand from the fire.

With a slow movement, the Carnifex presses a flaming brand into your chest.

A flaming brand SEARS your flesh!

Someone places a glowing hot brand back in the fire for later use.

Someone selects a set of sharp nails from the surgical table, and a mallet.

With sharp blows, the Carnifex hammers several sharp nails into your fingernails.

Some sharp nails under your fingernails AGONIZES you!

Someone places a mallet back on the surgical table.

Someone selects a sharp band saw from the surgical table.

With some sawing, the Carnifex manages to saw off the front of your skull.

The grisly sound of a saw cutting through bone fills the air.

Your memory falters and you forget all your spells.

You have been LOBOTOMIZED!

You shudder at the horror and repress tears.

You cower in a corner.

Someone places a sharp band saw back on the surgical table.

Someone withdraws a heavy steel pipe from the surgical table.

With quick strikes, the Carnifex shatters your legs with a pipe!

Your legs feel sluggish as their strength are drained.

You legs have been broken!

Someone places a heavy steel pipe back on the surgical table.

Someone withdraws a gutting hook from the surgical table.

Someone grins wickedly as he wields the nasty hook.

The Carnifex inserts the gutting hook just below your navel.

With heavy thrusts, the Carnifex rips open your stomach, and exposes your intestines.

Your stomach rumbles softly, but you manage to suppress the urge.

You have been DISEMBOWELED!

An Immortal throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

You work your mouth, but no sounds escape your lips.

You howl at the moon.

You remember your spells.

Someone places a gutting hook on the surgical table.

Someone takes a hand drill from the table.

The Carnifex inserts the drill into your chestplate, and drills a small hole.

Someone inserts a small packet of flesh-eating insects into the small hole.

You feel very sick.

You work your mouth, but no sounds escape your lips.

Someone places the bloody instruments back on the surgical table.

The Carnifex watches with sick interest as the insects eat into your body cavity.

Your poison grazes you.

Your poison grazes you.

Your poison grazes you.

Your poison grazes you.

Your poison grazes you.

Your poison grazes you.

An Immortal grins affectionately at the Contraption.

Your poison grazes you.

Your poison grazes you.

Your world is filled with sound again.

An Immortal says 'Now...that is particularly nasty.'

The insects begin their nasty work, and disappear into the hole.

You pass out from the immense pain.

You feel very sleepy...

You go to sleep.

The pain gets you to your feet.

Your poison scratches you.

Your poison scratches you.

An Immortal says 'You are a credit to your race. The elves die much more quickly.'

Someone takes a short bedded cutting axe from a surgical table.

You are awakened as your neck is cleaved halfway through!

BLOOD SPRAYS EVERYWHERE!

You yell 'Ghhhh...AAAAAAGGGHHHH!'

Your poison scratches you.

An Immortal says 'Bah...only halfway? I'll have to fix that.'

Your poison scratches you.



The Carnifex grins, and takes one last heavy strike.

You have been BEHEADED!!!

The Carnifex slays you in cold blood!

A staff of nature's spirits adorned with a black heart crumbles to dust.

As the cold chill of death descends upon you Caimor grants you yet another chance.

You have been granted a temporary sanctuary as an invincible ghost.

As long as you don't attack anything.

An Immortal resurrects you.

Chayesh grins evilly.

Chayesh says 'I appreciate all your help.'

Chayesh throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

You say 'You are....most welcome.'

You say 'I think I'll burn these notes though.'

Chayesh says 'A moment.'

You breate a bit easier as the presence of Chayesh recedes.

You feel a heaviness upon your soul as the presence of Chayesh envelops you.

You say 'We wouldn't want a record of this to fall into some poor innocents hands now would we?'

Chayesh says 'Well...not at least before I fix that axe to cut all the way through.'

Chayesh chuckles malevolently.

Dyntia makes a locking motion across her lips.

Chayesh says 'You did well.'

You say 'I won't tell if you won't.'

You giggle.

You dazzle Chayesh with your smile.

Dyntia adjusts her neck around in a circle.

You say 'It could use a little work.'



....from a text based role playing game.... an experiment gone awry. :sneaky: