Dungeon of Transformation.
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				Title: <strong>Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 00:33:12</strong>
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				<br>The cold stone floor, the dank smell of stagnate water and uncleaned urin left for weeks. Small piles of feces rest in the corners, hardened with time, the dirt and grime so thick that a person could taste it. a dull dusty taste that crawled into the mouth of the prisoners and festered and rotted in there. The shallow dripping of water, one drop at a time, measuring some meaningless passage of time, one falling every 33 seconds, a single thunderous drop of water into a pool. The chilled floor, gritty to the touch. It was once smooth, and slick, but neglect and time scoured the stone and marked it. In truth, if cleaned, the damage was minimual, but the layers of grime so thick, a person could coat themselves without getting under the putrid floor layers to the stone below. A shocking feeling might awaken some, to others it is simply another thought amoung a dozen others. Nothing protects their skin from the cold floor. Not a shread of clothing prevents bare breast or unprotected cocks from touching the baren earth.<br><br>The bars of the cell, thick iron rods. Close together as if housing animals instead of humans, so thick and closely spaced that a rat would have trouble slipping through. A wall of Iron might be simpler, yet it was bars all the same. No food nor water existed in the cell, no beds or other aminitys. Only the floor and walls and bars. <br><br>Each victim was housed in a different cell, each victim trapped from different parts of the world. Each Victim, simply that. A Victim without understanding. Illigable messages remain from others, worn with time, or scrawled in the print of a mad man.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 08:35:40</strong>
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				Laniless could feel something cold touching him and over all felt colder then he should have almost like he was wearing nothing at all. He rubbed his eyes and he moved slightly on the bottom of the cold stone floor as he came to his senses. Man that must have been one crazy party he thought as he slowly woke up and became more aware of his surroundings. The more awake he was the more it felt odd how cold it was and like he was not wearing any clothes, and that would just be weird, but not the first time that it would happen. He slowly sat up after rubbing his eyes and looked around "What the hell?" he said as he looked around even more confused. Either he was in some new S and M place that was going for realism or he really was in a jail cell and naked. To top it off the jail cell and this whole place smelled horrible and looked disgusting, so I guess I am not lucky he thought as he looked around.<br><br>He would slowly rise to his feet to get a better look around and notice more and more that things didn't look good for him. He knew if he was ever in jail that meant he had been caught and would be most likely killed if not by a government then by the people in it, he had made a lot of people upset. Though this didn't look like no prison he had ever seen or heard of before, hell the bars looked more like a wall then actual bars, just what they hell where they trying to keep in here. No sense trying to escape through those bars, if you can call them that, and these wall look pretty solid he though as he went over to them and thought to himself. He looked at the writing, but it was to hard to read and gave up as he went back to the bars and looked out to see what he could see in front and to the sides of him. Though that didn't help much as he seemed to be pretty stuck and with a very little chance to get out. "Hey is anyone here" he yelled out through the bars and waited for some response as he stood there against the bars, wishing that they would have at least left him his clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 09:35:28</strong>
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				Sighing, Rania slowly awakened. The young woman was cold and her entire body did hurt. Confused she looked around becoming scared. Realizing that she was naked and locked in a cell, fear gripped her heart. Where was she? What was she doing here? May the gods have mercy...<br><br>She stood up, groaning at the pain. It felt like somebody just threw her onto the cold stone floor. She looked around more carefully. The cell itself was totally bar and it didn't look like she had any chance to escape. The numerous bars of her cell looked sturdy and were very close together, she could barely put a hand between them. Shivering, she rubbed her body, trying to keep herself as warm as possible. It didn't work very well.<br><br>Suddenly she heard a loud voice of a man. "Who... who are you?" She answered him, frightened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 10:30:48</strong>
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				Wait someone else was in here, that was a surprise, a relief, and a disheartening feeling. First it meant he wasn't alone anymore, sure he couldn't see the person, but hey someone to talk to was better then going crazy talking to himself. Seconded she didn't seem to know him and that most likely meant she was in the same situation that he was in which meant this was indeed a prison and he had been caught, and that was the bad news. "I am Laniless. Who are you, do you know why we are here, and are you also stuck in a cell and naked?" he asked he knew he was talking to a girl so that thought might be pleasing to see, so why not ask it, after all not like he could see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 11:23:23</strong>
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				Kain had been concious for a while by this point he'd felt the etchings carved into the wall, which he guessed had been done by finger nails over many tortuous months. Finding himself naked wasn't a rare thing for though he couldn't sing as well as other bards, he could talk many a lady into a night of sex. After waking he'd felt for bars and found only a small lock but with no light nor metal he couldn't even attempt to pick it. That was when he heard the other voices, first a man then a woman he listened for a moment. "I have a favour to ask you two are either of you mages? Or do either of you have even a sliver of metal?"<br><br>Considering his state of dress it was unlikely but a bard even a shit bard who played around with the local wenches and fine ladies never survived. Unless they didn't give up just because they were completely naked and in a cold and dark cell that smelt of urine and shit. <br><br>( I hope I'm not over stepping my bounds throwing in a lock on the door. :/
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 12:16:39</strong>
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				She didn't know what she should do. There were two men in the same situation like her, but could she trust them? Then again, she had doubted that she had much of choice...<br><br>"I'm Rania. I'm trapped here too, but I don't know why. I just woke up." Talking to the other man, she continued: "I'm no mage, sorry. I'm just a priestess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 12:54:42</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Naomi &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69954.msg3076957#msg3076957) had paced about the room for what seemed like an eternity and shivered yet one more time. Arms wrapped about her body didn't seem to do much but it was what security she had.&nbsp; Laying down or sitting down on the bare floor would only sap the heat from her like it has already from her feet what what thoughts that didn't repel the layer of slime did.<br><br><strong>"Anybody, there ? Help I seem to be trapped there must be some mistake. Im famous Im Naomi you know the singer ? I can pay whoever helps me well, please help ! get me out of here !"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 13:13:47</strong>
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				"Damn" Kain muttered under his breath "I guess we need to figure out an alternative then." He stood and began to pace the little cell until another voice called out. He didn't answer it other then to think as he heard the name and her voice. "Naomi huh? It's been a while since I heard her sing. I wonder if those rumours of her being a sex god are true. He leaned against the cell's bars&nbsp; and for a moment let his dirty mind take over. Then he slapped himself in the face to regain a bit of control. "I don't think you're in any position to promise much." He stopped as he continued to think ~Unless those rumours are true~.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 08:55:39</strong>
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				Laniless listened to the others as they spoke and something was odd here, none of them seemed aside from himself seemed like they belonged there. "First off I am no mage, nor do I hold much in that, though that is me. Though the real interesting thing here is listen to the people we have here. First off it seems like we have a priestess, singer, and I don't know what the other person is, but all in all it doesn't seem like we belong here. Has anyone done anything wrong here or does anyone remember what happened before coming here. If not it means that something is even weirder about this and why we are trapped, I think we should try and think this out" he said as he leaned against the wall. He had to think of something this made no sense and so many things were just coming out wrong and odd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 09:17:42</strong>
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				"I can't remember..." Rania said deep in thought. "The last thing I can recall is that I was working at the temple and... I don't know." She shook her head, although no one could see her. "I'm sure there was something that happened after that, but I can't remember. I have no idea what I could have done to be thrown in a place like this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 14:43:34</strong>
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				Kain nodded as he listened to Laniless the idea made sense to him "I was heading towards a town I think it was Reign or something". He slid into a squatting position as he thought on his situation for a bit longer. All in all it was strange he'd left town with no angry parent chasing him for once. That last event had even been good for business in reality he should have realised it was to good to be true. He felt the urge to hit himself for not noticing the oddities.<br><br>(Feeblish post. :/ )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 01:41:16</strong>
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				<strong>"I just finished a rehearsal. "<br></strong><br>Naomi paced feverishly.<br><br>Naomi then thought for a moment then looked to where she heard the where Kain's voice was comming from<strong> "Hey what rumors ?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 02:04:31</strong>
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				(Erm I just want to make sure I'm on the same page as everyone. But this is supposed to be a mediaeval style fantasy correct? That's the impression I got so I just want to be sure.)<br><br>Kain remained silent at the question the fact that she heard him could only mean she was a mind reader. He didn't think it would be wise to speak any more for the moment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 02:07:27</strong>
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				"This is all so weird, how we all seemed to be in different places and as far as I can tell from very different backgrounds and professions, though nothing that should end up with you being here. Ok so none of us remember a common event or anything that all of us shared, or even a common act as I likely have never met any of you before. So the question is what are we doing here and does anything link to us, and I doubt this is some experiment or anything like that, so we need to calm down and think" he said still leaning against the wall. This all made so little sense was the point of this, what did someone want with them he thought as he leaned there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 02:08:15</strong>
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				Rania was confused. What was this strange woman talking about? 'Movie'? 'Psyk... something'? 'Stockholm'? That were words she never heard before.<br><br>She was wary of the woman. "By the gods, what are you talking about?" She said to her. "You are saying strange things that doesn't seem to make any sense. Who are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 02:27:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">[ opps removed modern references sorry all ]</div><br>"Well whatever witchery has us here it surely must break soon what magick can keep us all here ! and why ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 04:13:56</strong>
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				A loud Clink is heard, several of the doors suddenly unlocking. The one's who were awake at least. The soft swinging of the metal door was almost shocking, no rust or squeaking hinges despite the horrid mess in side the cells. <br><br>The doors opened into a large stone hall, with many more cells closed and locked. The roof was 9 feet up, far higher than needed to be for any mortal person. The end of the hall had a great big door, large enough for 3 people to walk side by side and exit. Scrawled on the door is a message. <br><br>"Go forth, and survive. Death is a dream we all wish for. In time, you will wish for death too. Remember, she wants you to fight, do not give in to her wishes."<br><br>The door has no knocker or handle, but swings outward when pushed on. <br><br>The room that was simple and large, 20 yards square. A pair of green fleshed creatures sit hunched over in the corner, the two of them just sitting, facing away from the entrance. A second door resting across the room, not far from the creatures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:17:20</strong>
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				The door opened and Kain approached it, he waited a little while then crept out. He scanned his surroundings see only what was a few feet in front of him. The dim lighting made him feel the urge to be incredibly cautious. He looked into the air and saw only black "How high is that roof?" he muttered standing fully.&nbsp; He began to walk then spoke softly "Hey can you three hear me? Are you nearby?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:27:56</strong>
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				Scared, Rania waited a while. What was that voice? Who was 'she'? Why are they free now? Of course, the bigger question was, why they were imprisoned in the first place...<br><br>Slowly she went out of the cell. She looked around, somewhat impressed by the big hall, when one of the men spoke.<br><br>"Um... Yes, I'm here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 15:35:27</strong>
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				He turned towards the voice "If you find anything that's usable a weapon try and back me up." He was giving orders! Normally he wouldn't but for now the other guy, who he suspected he'd end up being over powered by, had said nothing. He began to walk towards the brighter light left hand on the wall, he walked carefully hoping that if he found anything usable he wouldn't kill his foot finding it. At the door he peered inside squinting at the brighter light. "Damn those things are big" he muttered stepping backwards he had no weapons and was only a bar room brawler as far as hand to hand was concerned. That of course was his big problem as he saw no wooden chairs or bar stools to smash into someone. <br><br>( XD This is probably a better idea then my fantasy one. If you need any villainy type assistants I have two characters I could throw in.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 21:49:48</strong>
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				Laniless stepped out of the cell and slowly looked around. He took note the height of the ceiling and how wide everything was, not to mention the well maintained doors. Everything just seemed so odd as he looked down the corridor of cells and then to the door that had been opened at the end. He noted the woman that had stepped out first and would walk up to her slowly, he would be looking around for things that he could use as anything. He heard the person up front seem to say back him up with a weapon of some kind he just looked around and to no avail only thing he found was a small pebble that he would pick up as he then stopped in front of the woman. He didn't care about showing that he was naked not bothering to covering up anything with his hands and just leaving it out and in the open. "I think we should stick together" he said looking at her face, and not her body, for now. <br><br>After all they were stuck here and best way to end up with the best outcome was to earn there trust and appear to be upstanding, at least for now. "Just follow behind me, if you don't want to be seen" he said with a smile as he made his way to the door and looked at it. Laniless wasn't doing anything quick he was taking his time as he thought and wondered what could be going on. He looked at the door and the writing on it and read it over it seemed like a warning and who ever this 'she' was most likely the person that trapped them here. He would then turn to look at the other man that was here and then at the beasts that seemed to have not noticed them yet. "Wow" he said lightly "they are big, so got any ideas?" he asked him as he held the pebble in his hand and thought of ideas.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 22:53:23</strong>
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				Rania was wary of the Laniless. She didn't care much for his nakedness, but feared that her own would give him funny ideas. But now was really not the time for such things and he probably knew that.<br><br>Looking around, she couldn't find anything that would be suited as weapon. She wasn't a fighter anyway.<br><br>"Ye... Yes, I think we should."<br><br>Alone, she was doomed, she knew that. By the gods, maybe she and the others were doomed anyway. But at least together they had a higher chance of survival. So she followed him in a small distance to the other man. Looking around, she wondered where the other woman was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 23:23:10</strong>
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				Kain had been sitting there just thinking about all the possibilities when Laniless appeared beside him. "With out a descent weapon no, I usually run from big guys like these in a bar room brawl. I'm only a bard and with out any weapons I haven't much chance. I guess we could try and sneak by them" he finally concluded turning to look at the priestess. "Do you have any holy warding spells or something similar miss?" he asked standing up from his crouched position. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 23:31:02</strong>
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				Rania shook her head.<br><br>"I'm not such a woman. Someone like you probably cannot not understand it, but not all priests can cast magic. Only those who have proven themself to be reliable enough can learn it. And they have to be in a quite high position."<br><br>People who thought of priests as pious mages annoyed her to no end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 00:17:54</strong>
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				The question whether magic would work was a bit laughable to Laniless, though he said nothing. Laniless didn't really believe in magic or of things of that nature, no matter how hard someone tried to prove it or make him see. He liked other reasons to explain something, and just kinda of ignored it. "Look I have an idea, but first I think we should wait for the other person, after all we shouldn't leave her behind right?" he asked them still being a bit quiet. He was doing this to be a bit nice, but also if she was pretty why not have her along to enjoy the scenery. "After that I want to try an experiment of sorts, since we can't sneak past them without knowing somethings, because they are facing the door way which you are trying to sneak to. Plus the writing said not to fight them as that is what 'She' wants. So I think we might want to spread out a it and then lets see if they are attracted to sound" he said tossing the pebble in his hand and looking at the beast, still remain quiet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 16:29:31</strong>
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				Naomi had followed the others as silently as she could. <br><br><strong>"Green creatures ? Hmm. No weapons no clothes ? If the creatures were killers or hunters wouldnt things be different ? wouldnt they be prowling or inspecting new openings ? Hunters smell and hear better than we do. They would have smelled us the moment that door opened. So either they are not hunters, they are but trained to do something else or ... they are restrained or drugged or well ... not as they seem. If whoever put is here wanted us dead we would be, if they wanted it to be entertaining perhaps this could be enough for them, but .. "</strong><br><br><strong>"Look, Im not normally brave for such things but the idea of fearing something to me seems to create circumstances that sustain such things, fearing something makes you give off scents of fear, if hunter creatures can smell fear they think its proof they would win if a conflict occurs. To me the best plan is to try and keep faith that nightmares are of our own making, but there is always a choice otherwise, and the first choice usually is the one that changes most things most thoroughly"</strong><br><br>Coincidentally Naomi had walked to one creature and said in the most assuring tone possible <strong>"Hello there gorgeous"</strong> like how one would talk to a puppy ... the very same moment Laniless pebble struck its first surface.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iustitia</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 07:02:58</strong>
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				Frederick woke to the sound of voices floating through the air, a stench reaching his nose, and chilled floor under his body. The last he remembered he tucked into a hay bed with his wife and children, ready to sleep only to wake a start a new day. Instead he woke up confused and sore. He moved, stretching out his tired muscles a bit only to find that his clothing was missing. He remembered, he went to sleep in his undergarments. That was not so unusual though, not matched up against everything else. <br><br>Not when he woke up in a... in a jail. What crime had he committed he wondered. Perhaps he had too much mead at the tavern and his memory of going to bed with his wife was just wishful thinking. That was a strong possibility. Frederick was not a young man, but age had not crept up on him too much just yet. Brown hair with a few streaks of gray, a few days growth on his face, and a body that was earned through hard honest labor. For a man like him who struggled every day in the fields, under the sun, to keep his land and family, it was not unexpected to take a couple more drinks then needed when he could afford it.<br><br>Still, that could not be it. Not possibly. Not when he pushed himself to his knees and looked around the dirty cell. Dirty was a great understatement. The floor with grim that he didn't want to start to discribe, a smell hanging in the air that made even that sturdy man catch a lump in his throat. Outside of the terrible little prison he heard a more common language then his own. He knew it to be more common from the travelers that came through his town, his farmland. It was a bit reassuring, though not much given his current surroundings, that he knew at least some of what they said. That's what drew him to his feet and to the door to glance out from behind the bars only to see more cells and little else. He heard those voices but saw no one.<br><br>"Who... Who are you?" He asked softly in his native language, trying to get at least one of the people's attention but the man spoke so low it was doubtful that anyone even heard him. Never before had Frederick seen such a condition as the cell he was in, an act of the devil no doubt. He didn't feel the light of god in that small cold cell. Was that it, had he been punished for his sins? The thought made his pausing heart then race. Could this be hell?<br><br><br>(Ditto with Faithless. Edited. My apologies.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 09:46:46</strong>
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				He was groggy,&nbsp; his muscles felt sapped of all of their strength,&nbsp; which was an odd&nbsp; occasion considering the fact that those very muscles were imbued with the divine power of the god’s of light.&nbsp; The Muscular man pushed himself from the cold hard floor his long blond hair spilled down over his brought shoulder’s and perfectly toned flesh. He was speechless,&nbsp; or, perhaps he simply refused to be speak.&nbsp; <br><br>The paladin was unused to being bound,&nbsp; physically that is he already had quite a good deal of constraints placed upon his mind and spirit,&nbsp; but his body,&nbsp; his powerful body was unused to feeling strained.&nbsp; His bright blue eyes scanned the area,&nbsp; even as he let out a single low rumbling growl, pulling up the tatters of what was left of his robe to cover&nbsp; his genitals.&nbsp; <br><br>“I am strong…”&nbsp; He said to himself,&nbsp; assuring himself of his divine prowess.&nbsp; He brought himself too his feet, as the faintest glimmer of divinity began to burn within his heart.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; still,&nbsp; the weight of this place… the darkness and madness was already stifling what little hope he had of truly awakening is power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 11:26:49</strong>
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				As the woman spoke to the creatures, as the pebble struck its first surface, as the late comers step from the cells. The creatures rise, Alerted by the new sounds, the speaking voice. One of them turns, a large bone in his hands, perhaps a human leg. The other end of the bone in his mouth. He was softly chewing on the bone, no cracking sounds, the bone long ago turning soft under his never ending chewing. Cracks and fissures&nbsp; crawling all over the bone. The second creature stood up, this one female. One eye was milky white, blind. In the corner where they huddled, was small dead rodents, chewed to the bone. Perhaps that was the distraction, a small rat hole in the wall, where others might escape into this room. It was a way to eat, to stay alive. <br><br>IMAGE: Ignore Weapon and cloak, A bit more Feral looking. Best I could find. <br><br>(http://www.sudonym.net/images/2001/AxeOrc.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 09:31:44</strong>
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				The paladin was foolish,&nbsp; and despite his weakness he was without fear.&nbsp; He clenched his teeth together,&nbsp; and lifted one of his large hands towards the beast.&nbsp; "Fiend!"&nbsp; The words came out stronger then he felt.&nbsp; "Tell your master that within this cage,&nbsp; a Paladin of the eternal light challenge's him to single combat."&nbsp; He said, resting a hand on his hip only to keep up the tatter's of his robe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 22:43:18</strong>
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				(Sorry for the lack of posts. My minds just become a whirl for posts for this and the F.T. rp I'm in here.<br><br>Even without the magic that he'd hope the priestess would posses it wasn't all hopeless then.... Then it had gotten much worse first that girl had approached one of the beasts, then a pebble had been tossed. Then the icing on the cake, then a fool of a paladin had strolled out of his cage and yelled a challenge. Stealth was no longer an option, with out thinking he shot to his feet rushed around the door going straight for Naomi "Get down" he yelled hoping to knock her down just before the creature's fist came around to where her head currently was. <br><br>(Had to change it. I forgot about the lack of an axe.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 07:49:22</strong>
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				Naomi looked to the paladin with incredulous eyes.<br><strong><br>"Wait, perhaps they could be forced into something against their will just like we were ?"<br></strong><br>Then the singer looked at the palidin carefully. <br><br><strong>"you really do look like one that probably could still without armour and swords or any idea of whats going on we are a little out of our depth here"<br></strong><br>Naomi was scared, these green creatures probably looked like they could kill everyone by just sneezing, the singer didnt have many aces up her sleave. Usually wealth she had managed issues beyond her ability to personally see to.. but there was one thing worth a try.<br><strong><br>"I am Naomi, all of us have no idea what is going on and we are scared, both of you look extremely capable of managing problems I fear we may find here. Until we have our sense restored is there any chance you could both help protect us, if you do and we escape this place we could reward your service and perhaps manage wishes either of you have which are in our power to see to. Please help us, we need you"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 08:22:33</strong>
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				Rania was very frightened. She had barely any battle skills and without any weapon she was totally helpless. She prayed for the safety of her and the other prisoners. She couldn't believe what the singer then did. She really tried to convince these creatures to join them.<br><br>"What are you doing? You can't argue with monsters like that!"<br><br>She thought the paladin was foolish but the singer seemed to be downright insane.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CrazyIvan</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 23:19:01</strong>
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				Laniless stood there a bit amazed at everything that was happening. He knew they were big, to when they stood up that was something completely different they were not just big they were huge. He watched and had to stop himself from looking to shocked or laugh as the idiot of a singer went up and tried to reason with them, yeah good luck with that. Though she might be a good distraction for him and maybe he could convince this priestess woman to go with him, which would give him something fun to be with. Also that stupid paladin issuing a challenge where did he think he was a place where an enemy was going to walk up and say 'you are right, sorry about imprisoning you in here, I should fight you one on one' he laughed on the inside as he thought about it. Then that bard rushing up to try and help the singer obviously getting with those people would only lead to his death and he didn't want that, so best not go with that bunch of idiots. <br><br>Laniless looked back at the priestess and how she was reacting to this whole mess. She at least seemed to be somewhat intelligent and wasn't that bad looking, maybe he could sneak by them with her while they were distracted. After all the those three seemed intent on doing something with them and would be the perfect sort of distract for anyone to get by he thought to himself. He would move a bit closer to the priestess to whisper something to her, though he wouldn't look at her not wanting her to run away, at least not yet. "I agree that you can't argue with them and I think that if they seem so set on trying to talk we should let them, but that doesn't we have to. After all nothing we saw will change there mind so why don't we see if we can get out while they talk to them, maybe bring along the other people or are actually thinking?" he said in a whisper to her. He looked around at the others to see if there were anyone else that had the same idea as he looked back at the priestess, though only her face.<br><br>"I think if we are quiet we can sneak along out of sight and get to the door or the hole and get out of this room. So what do you say, I also have enough faith in my skills that I know we can and I can protect you" he said still in a whisper with a bit of a smile. "Besides if it doesn't work out, it looks like we will be stuck here with them and the monsters anyway, so I think it is worth a try, what do you think?" he asked whispering and looking at her with a hopeful smile. He would still be watching the scene to see how it was going and what the others so he was ready to change his plan or go at anytime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iustitia</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 23:56:02</strong>
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				Frederick pushed on the door lightly when the girl spoke to him, finding he could step out as well. He, for some reason, wasn't expecting to see anyone that wasn't working for the devil but... well she might be. She had the body for it. A body that made men sin.<br><br>"Shouldn't have turned around that wrench." He muttered to himself when the girl grabbed his arm and went to pull him. He could easily resist that pull, it wouldn't take him much to not go where the girl wanted him to, but he was too stunned at the moment to do much but walk behind her. He was looking at the woman which he was sure was what got him into hell in the first place. He went to the tavern one too many times, turned around that pretty girl when he should have been home with his wife. She had the most lovely weight baring hips though. He couldn't help himself, doubted any man could.<br><br>Satan surely didn't play fair.<br><br>He knew that to be a certainty when the little sprite of a girl pulled him right into the room with two... creatures. Gruesome looking things. The lord be with him the first thing he noticed was the fact that one had a cock that would put the largest man to shame. The other a woman and he did his best to just think of it as a woman, lesser of course. Still, the lesser of two large... bone eating creatures was still rightly terrifying. Bones, they had bones in their mouths. <br><br>"Animal bones..." He muttered under his breath with hope even though he knew that it was most likely hopeless to even think that. His hand went around the girl's wrist then, giving her a little tug back. A split second glance around to see the other people standing in that room looking at the same creatures as them. In the least they were not in hell alone.<br><br>There was a man larger then him there, others, and then women. At least some of the sights would not be terrible. He muttered to this Samantha as he held onto her. "Quiet yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 11:30:06</strong>
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				(Sorry for the delays. Several RL issues with a hand full of surprised made me forget about posting in here)<br><br><br>The Massive monsters didn't care for words or challenges, they only wanted food, and a banquet had appeared before them. So many to chose from. The Male swung ,&nbsp; at the nearest person, a man blabbering in some unknown tongue, looked like a warrior. (Torasha) <br><br>The Female was also hungery, and her mate was attacking already. She smiled a toothy grin and swung her ham fist at the other speaker, the female who blathered on and on. (Naomi)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 14:31:51</strong>
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				Naomi closed looked to the others then back to the creature the very moment a fist that felt like the wrath of hell struck her cleanly under the jaw. A flash of pain erupted as the entertainer fell backwards and struck her head sickeningly on the ground below.<br><br>Eyelids flittered once, twice and a long sigh passed her lips. Then as fast as it appeared the pain melted away and everything became black.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DKDBSD</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 20:46:00</strong>
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				(Suppose I should just post.)<br><br>He'd missed her and he didn't know why, he'd hit the ground hard then everything else had happened including what he expected to happen. He'd moved in time to see Naomi getting smacked into the ground and frowned crawling over to her unconscious form. He poked her then began to drag her away towards a corner. He was unlikely to be able to do much against such creatures and he hadn't survived as long as he had by being a fool. "Come wake up" he muttered slapping her face lightly to help her wake up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nyarly</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 15:16:42</strong>
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				Rania didn't trust Laniless at all and backed away a bit, as he leaned closer to her. But when he suggested to just abandon the others she slowly began to loathe him.<br><br>"You want to leave them here to die? They may be foolish, but still they don't deserve to die a pointless death. If your skills are so great, then why don't you help them? Anyway, you may be able to protect me, but who would protect me from you?"<br><br>She backed away some more, she surely didn't want to be alone with him. Instead she looked at the fight worried, whether they would survive, or die early.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iustitia</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 03:53:24</strong>
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				Not for a moment did the word hero cross the man's mind. Not for a moment did he think of sacrificing himself for the others, even trying to help really. He was still convinced he was in the deepest layer of hell and since he was there, since he did so much bad in his life to get to hell, there would&nbsp; be very little doing good... especially when he was that afraid. He had lived a relatively holy life. So, he visited women once in a while, got into a few fights. He was hard working... and yet he found himself in hell.<br><br>Frederick gave a short nod when the girl spoke of her plan. He would go along with any plan that might make him avoid being crunched up by those monsters. As he moved after her Frederick had a bit of time to reflect. Just a little guilt for not trying to help. He was still a good man at heart but circumstance would not allow him to do anything. That was all really, just that bit of guilt. The rest of him was nearly boiling over with fear as he tried not to make a noise.<br><br>His heart started pounding even harder as they got closer to a door. Now, if the door lead to safety or not he did not know. What he did know was that the door led away from the people eating minions of hell that he was currently inhabiting space with.<br><br>The question was, the evil you know or the evil you don't?<br><br>In the current situation the question was easily answered. Frederick wanted to get to that door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xaoc</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 04:50:13</strong>
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				The large green fleshed monster struck the warrior, and he crumpled. His breath and life left him, a dead paladin now. <br><br>With his first target gone, the male monster rushed Rania, in hopes of getting a bit more meat for his empty belly. A running tackle. <br><br>As her first target hit the ground the green monster ran over to her target, a still victim and a second meal right next to it. She kicked, attempting to use Naomi like a soccer ball to strike Kain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dungeon of Transformation. </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iustitia</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 05:47:35</strong>
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				Frederick's heart nearly stopped beating when he saw a small girl being kicked by the male beast. Nearly stopped because at that moment he felt his own girl, referring to her as his just because he had no idea what else to call her, grab his arm and pull him. The girl had a good bit of strength and with his own fear really kicking in they made it to the door in no time. <br><br>The naked man turned around. His body made strong by laboring in the fields to support his family was tense, pulled so tight it looked like he might break at any time. "Come!" He finally yelled as he looked back to the creatures and the other souls. He was not a hero, he had no idea where his voice had came from to be able to yell at to them.<br><br>Suddenly his woman, probably in a rush of fear just like he was experiencing, pushed the door shut. If he thought about it he would have thought her right. It was best to save their selves and leave the others. They weren't running, maybe they were also stricken with fear but... well two survivors of that piece of hell wasn't too bad, now was it?<br><br>If he would have thought about it... but he did not. When that door shut and his sight was taken away by complete darkness his mind flickered back to just one of the reasons he thought he was in hell.<br><br><br>**Flashback**<br><br>Frederick held his hand over the tavern girl's mouth. Smelling of ale and some unmentionable things, outside on the muddy side way outside the tavern, he had the young girl pressed up against the wall. His cock buried deep inside her tight body, her tits bouncing with the effort the drunk man was putting into taking her. Her hands were clawing at his, going to beat at his chest, try scratching her face but none of that stopped the man. He rammed into her time and time again, over and over until... until the girl stopped moving. It was that moment his cock twitched, heat pooling inside of his body as he emptied his seed into the girl.<br><br>Backing off quickly he stumbled back, thick cock slipping out of her and getting hit by the chill of the night air. "Get up, woman." His voice was no more of a slur as he stumbled about a bit, trying to do up his pants. The seconds ticked by and he looked over to the girl. <br><br>She was a lovely thing, long blond hair, a thin waist, and tits that were the talk of the town. When the drunk man grabbed her chin and tilted her eyes up to meet his he knew he'd be hung if they found out. He'd be hung to find out that slowly widening cunt was... the beautiful girl was dead. <br><br>The man swore, stumbling back and landing on the ground. The chill of the mud felt like a thousand needles in his skin, the sky looking like a thousand judging eyes. His addled mind racing, afraid of death by the hangman's noose. Those worried glossy eyes looked over to the girl, her legs spread, head fallen to the side...<br><br>That was it. Frederick pushed himself up from the ground. He slipped a couple times but nothing kept him from running the entire way home. The time passed in a blink of an eye and far too soon he was standing beside his house, emptying the contents of his stomach in a rather loud fashion. His body shook and tears started to flow down the man's stubbled cheeks. <br><br>"Frederick?" A sweet voice as from the doorway. A lovely little redheaded woman. Very small but she managed to bare him children. It took away from her health but she never did complain. Very calmly the woman walked over to him, laying her soft tiny hands on his arm. No matter what he did she still took him back. She still loved him, never questioned him. She always greeted him with a kiss and smile and even after what he had just done the woman showed no hesitation. He leaned up and kissed his dirty cheek before speaking. "Come my husband, come inside."<br><br>**End Flashback**<br><br>His chest was tight, eyes warm as he turned to maybe find his way through the darkness with this new girl. At that moment Frederick knew he deserved it. He knew he deserved to be in hell.
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