Mar 13, 2017 7:58 am
The portal spits you out on hard ground. The journey through has you feeling your insides float inside your body and the landing is hard on your flesh. Rolling and tumbling, you neutralize the momentum and try to get back on your feet. The ground is cobbled stone, but everything else about the scenery is just surreal. Tall and slender buildings clutter your vision, made of some dark stone in gothic architecture and jammed together like overgrown ivy. As your field of vision expands to take in the staggering metropolis, your brain begins to register something wrong. The horizon forward seems to be going upward. So does backward and sideways, as if you're on the inside of some spherical surface. Smog and rain-loaded clouds rest on the limit of your vision.
Streets around you are not that crowded, but almost everyone you see is a beggar dressed in tatters and begging for a coin. A few others, dressed in ragged cloaks, roam the streets in search of something to scavenge among discarded trash. Something tells you they are probably desperate and/or vicious enough to mug you if they get a chance. Quite the charming place.
There's no sign of the rat-men around. One building dominates the neighborhood though, rising above with the grace of a pregnant spider.
A man and a woman stand guard on the sides of the large double doors. Both wear a dull grey robe and what strikes you is how pale and wrinkled their skin looks for somebody their age. As you observe, a cart slowly rolls up to the entrance. It seems to be pulled by two men where horses should be, but upon closer inspection you realize their stumbling is that of the undead. Zombies, to be precise. Behind them, the cart is loaded with what seems to be corpses, stripped down to their underwear. The cart rolls past the guards and into the building, nobody batting an eyelash.
What do you do?
Streets around you are not that crowded, but almost everyone you see is a beggar dressed in tatters and begging for a coin. A few others, dressed in ragged cloaks, roam the streets in search of something to scavenge among discarded trash. Something tells you they are probably desperate and/or vicious enough to mug you if they get a chance. Quite the charming place.
There's no sign of the rat-men around. One building dominates the neighborhood though, rising above with the grace of a pregnant spider.
A man and a woman stand guard on the sides of the large double doors. Both wear a dull grey robe and what strikes you is how pale and wrinkled their skin looks for somebody their age. As you observe, a cart slowly rolls up to the entrance. It seems to be pulled by two men where horses should be, but upon closer inspection you realize their stumbling is that of the undead. Zombies, to be precise. Behind them, the cart is loaded with what seems to be corpses, stripped down to their underwear. The cart rolls past the guards and into the building, nobody batting an eyelash.
What do you do?