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Here is Part 7 of The Dark Dungeon. As always go check out the lovely work of @Samrux as that sword from part 3 has finally been found.
I should have noticed it earlier for if I had I could have stopped this most recent tragedy. As we lay in rest I awoke to the sound of a loud snap. It sounded like the crunch of a bone, I sprung upward ready to defend us against one of those undead fiends, but what I saw instilled a greater fear in me than anything else could.
Markus was kneeling over Saul and all that could be heard was a loud sucking squelching sound. As I took a step forward Markus turned to face me and what I saw turned my blood to ice. His helmet was gone, and his face was covered in blood. A large piece of the skin on his head had melted away, leaving a stripe of pale bone. He held a cracked bone in his left hand and I could see that he was gorging himself on the marrow. Like a vicious dog.
I took another step towards him but he bolted into the darkness. One of our own had turned into one of the undead. The foul miasma that filled this horrid place was starting to take its toll. I wonder how much longer we can stay here. If we make it out will we be the same? Will I ever be able to live with what I now know?
God guide us.
The Dark Dungeon
Part 7
Part 7
I should have noticed it earlier for if I had I could have stopped this most recent tragedy. As we lay in rest I awoke to the sound of a loud snap. It sounded like the crunch of a bone, I sprung upward ready to defend us against one of those undead fiends, but what I saw instilled a greater fear in me than anything else could.
Markus was kneeling over Saul and all that could be heard was a loud sucking squelching sound. As I took a step forward Markus turned to face me and what I saw turned my blood to ice. His helmet was gone, and his face was covered in blood. A large piece of the skin on his head had melted away, leaving a stripe of pale bone. He held a cracked bone in his left hand and I could see that he was gorging himself on the marrow. Like a vicious dog.
I took another step towards him but he bolted into the darkness. One of our own had turned into one of the undead. The foul miasma that filled this horrid place was starting to take its toll. I wonder how much longer we can stay here. If we make it out will we be the same? Will I ever be able to live with what I now know?
God guide us.
Matsu
Party Girl
Here is Part 8 of the Dark Dungeon. It seems like @Samrux really enjoyed this one, so I hope everyone else does as well.
I fear the madness in this place takes on many forms. While I have seen it in two states, the rage that has overtaken most and the fear that overtook Rembren, I think that a third form of this madness exists. I think a madness that wipes away everything but the basest traits of a person is taking hold.
Trebid was always studious and since we have been here I have seen him writing away in his journal. Around the campfire I caught a glimpse over his shoulder and saw what he was writing in there. He was transcribing the Water Bolt spell rune by rune into the book. Every piece by memory and every piece perfect.
Once Sara and I awoke I saw Trebid standing near a wall, his completed transcription lying on the ground. He was dragging his nails along the wall, writing the spell again. Already the skin of his fingers was worn raw and he was leaving a trail of blood. We left him. I wonder what this madness would do to Sam…maybe his sense of duty…
God answer us.
The Dark Dungeon
Part 8
Part 8
I fear the madness in this place takes on many forms. While I have seen it in two states, the rage that has overtaken most and the fear that overtook Rembren, I think that a third form of this madness exists. I think a madness that wipes away everything but the basest traits of a person is taking hold.
Trebid was always studious and since we have been here I have seen him writing away in his journal. Around the campfire I caught a glimpse over his shoulder and saw what he was writing in there. He was transcribing the Water Bolt spell rune by rune into the book. Every piece by memory and every piece perfect.
Once Sara and I awoke I saw Trebid standing near a wall, his completed transcription lying on the ground. He was dragging his nails along the wall, writing the spell again. Already the skin of his fingers was worn raw and he was leaving a trail of blood. We left him. I wonder what this madness would do to Sam…maybe his sense of duty…
God answer us.
Matsu
Party Girl
Well folks, here it is. The finale of The Dark Dungeon, this project would not have been possible without the help of @Samrux so go do him a favor and check out his work.
All has been lost. As we stumbled through the dark corridors of this Hell, I heard Sara’s sobs above all else. My heart is as heavy as lead, and thrice as dark. As we continued on our suicidal march, things became eerily still. As though we were on holy ground; I stopped suddenly, causing Sara to collide with my back.
We were on the edge of a large circular room, and in its center…huddled Sam. He looked so…small…so broken. I stood dumbfounded, but Sara…Sara sprung to action, she ran to him I only noticed too late the tenseness in his posture. It must have been instinct that drove him to act, as she got within arm’s reach, thinking to embrace our lost brother, he shot forward like a quarrel loosed from a crossbow. His left shoulder plowed into her stomach sending them both tumbling to the ground. Sara was pinned under Sam, and I saw his right hand rise into the air, balled into a cruel fist; he brought his fist down hard into her temple. There was a sickening crunch as Sara’s skull caved inward, the life leaving her.
As he pulled himself off of her body I heard him mutter. He was reciting the Litany of the Flows, the first prayer that any novice learns. His mind was broken and warped, but I couldn’t put him down like the rest. He was a brother to me…he was family. I turned and began to retrace the path to the exit as I walked down the corridor I thought I heard Sam…I thought I heard him say…Hal. I turned around then, and saw that he was gone with those skeletal fiends already tearing into Sara’s body. My friend is gone, and this fool errand has led to the death of our order.
God…has abandoned us.
The Dark Dungeon
Part 9
Part 9
All has been lost. As we stumbled through the dark corridors of this Hell, I heard Sara’s sobs above all else. My heart is as heavy as lead, and thrice as dark. As we continued on our suicidal march, things became eerily still. As though we were on holy ground; I stopped suddenly, causing Sara to collide with my back.
We were on the edge of a large circular room, and in its center…huddled Sam. He looked so…small…so broken. I stood dumbfounded, but Sara…Sara sprung to action, she ran to him I only noticed too late the tenseness in his posture. It must have been instinct that drove him to act, as she got within arm’s reach, thinking to embrace our lost brother, he shot forward like a quarrel loosed from a crossbow. His left shoulder plowed into her stomach sending them both tumbling to the ground. Sara was pinned under Sam, and I saw his right hand rise into the air, balled into a cruel fist; he brought his fist down hard into her temple. There was a sickening crunch as Sara’s skull caved inward, the life leaving her.
As he pulled himself off of her body I heard him mutter. He was reciting the Litany of the Flows, the first prayer that any novice learns. His mind was broken and warped, but I couldn’t put him down like the rest. He was a brother to me…he was family. I turned and began to retrace the path to the exit as I walked down the corridor I thought I heard Sam…I thought I heard him say…Hal. I turned around then, and saw that he was gone with those skeletal fiends already tearing into Sara’s body. My friend is gone, and this fool errand has led to the death of our order.
God…has abandoned us.
Matsu
Party Girl
This is a thing now. The context for this being made is amazing...and I shall leave it at that.
A woman who is much like a queen,
Her lovely words hidden and pure,
Whose deepest secrets we cannot hope to glean,
Her heart unwavering, and her presence sure.
Her hair is a lovely raven black,
Her skin as pale as new fallen snow,
Next to her all others surely lack,
How such beauty is attained none do know.
Her moods are a wild erratic dance,
She flits and flitters like a dragonfly,
When simply near her I fall into a trance,
All others seem dull when she is nearby.
To my deepest heart you hold the key,
I wish you would use it my dear Tsuki.
Her lovely words hidden and pure,
Whose deepest secrets we cannot hope to glean,
Her heart unwavering, and her presence sure.
Her hair is a lovely raven black,
Her skin as pale as new fallen snow,
Next to her all others surely lack,
How such beauty is attained none do know.
Her moods are a wild erratic dance,
She flits and flitters like a dragonfly,
When simply near her I fall into a trance,
All others seem dull when she is nearby.
To my deepest heart you hold the key,
I wish you would use it my dear Tsuki.
CraftedNightmare Here!
Official Terrarian
Why didn't I see this before? This is amazing!
Matsu
Party Girl
It's all creepy. Everything.
Matsu
Party Girl
@W1K threatened to beat me up if I didn't make this.
This is a story for our favorite coder,
A maker of dreams and fantastic mods,
Though many would say a free loader,
As weird as any born from pods.
From the fabled land of Not Italy,
A place of pasta and meaty sauce,
The land where pizza is given free,
Many who visit are at a loss.
The user of the phrase,“ayy? lmao?”
A player of games both old and new,
The cleverness of it would wrinkle any brow,
Many would kill to be in W1K’s crew.
My dear chum W1K,
I wonder why you are so slick.
A maker of dreams and fantastic mods,
Though many would say a free loader,
As weird as any born from pods.
From the fabled land of Not Italy,
A place of pasta and meaty sauce,
The land where pizza is given free,
Many who visit are at a loss.
The user of the phrase,“ayy? lmao?”
A player of games both old and new,
The cleverness of it would wrinkle any brow,
Many would kill to be in W1K’s crew.
My dear chum W1K,
I wonder why you are so slick.
ty bae ill print it and put it on me door
Matsu
Party Girl
I made this to win back @Suweeka
A being well acquainted with the muse,
A lover of all things drawn and painted,
Whose artistic talent many choose,
With whom many wish they were acquainted.
Of burning cyan Oni's passion rages,
A thinker and knower of all things art,
Filling sketchbooks of many pages,
From whom a pencil is never apart.
Creator of Haqu whom we love most of all,
A master of chibi and animals too,
On artistic legs standing so tall,
Maybe one day the Oni will draw you.
Your art touches us so much my lovely Suweeka,
Nothing rhymes with Suweeka.
A lover of all things drawn and painted,
Whose artistic talent many choose,
With whom many wish they were acquainted.
Of burning cyan Oni's passion rages,
A thinker and knower of all things art,
Filling sketchbooks of many pages,
From whom a pencil is never apart.
Creator of Haqu whom we love most of all,
A master of chibi and animals too,
On artistic legs standing so tall,
Maybe one day the Oni will draw you.
Your art touches us so much my lovely Suweeka,
Nothing rhymes with Suweeka.
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Terrarian24897
Terrarian
Oh my gosh... the Paladin story... WHY
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