The Dungeon (dead)

[Blights]

"Heh...Haha, Hahahahaha!" Blights burst out laughing.
"Well, that was the most fun I've had in a long time, Hahaha!" He calms down. "Most of you will think I'm crazy, since Y'know, some of us almost died, but it was fun for me." He sits down, sheaths his sword and says "Wonder if the next room will be this much fun?"

 

[SoloStoffe]

Fanderus, still with his hand clutching the humans, pulls as hard as he can. As he finally succeds after some struggle, the force he had used makes him fall backwards as he lets go of the humans hand. He puts the hand down in the ground to aid himself up, and then pulls out his spear. "You never told me your name", he says and looks at the human.

 

[DragonofDecay86]

The crack in the cieling grew larger and an enourmous leathery wing emerged, a long claw extending from the tips of the wing. The lever still remained untouched as the drake hissed at the leathery wing.

 

[SoloStoffe]

"Crystal!", Fanderus shouts, paralyzed by what had just emerged. "You know dragons, does that thing want to kill us?". He lifts his spear to a battle-ready position. He feel his heart beating faster and faster, sweatdrops make their way down his forhead. He backs of slowly so he won't be the first victim if the dragon want's what he thinks it wants. Food.

 

[Crayzor]

"Shit shit shit shit shit" There was no way Paran was waiting around to see what that wing belonged to. He ran across the room and pulled the lever as hard as he could, praying it opened the doors leading out of the deathtrap the room had become.

 

[Blights]

"NOOOOO!" Blights shouted at Paran, He drew his sword again and waited for Crystal "You shouldn't have pulled the fucking lever!" he shouted again, ready to strike at the wing.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: OOC

Hey-o Pyro. This is like that one dungeon rp about a month ago that failed, right? Anyway, I liked the idea, mind if I join this one? Here's the sheet:

Name: Basara Lier

Gender: Male

Equipment: Halberd, black mantle that covers his shoulders and extends down to his forearms. Wears rough leather pants and likes going barefoot. Bandages cover his right arm, while black plate armor, close to the skin and ending in monster-like claws, is nailed and welded to his left arm. It seems immovable. (The metal, not the arm.)

Bio: Basara was taken in his sleep by slavers. For years, until he reached the age of 20, he toiled in the mines, becoming stronger and stronger. Finally, when the slavers realized he could not be controlled anymore, they promised him his freedom if he managed to get out of the dungeon alive; fully knowing it has never been done yet. Basara intends to be the first.

Other info: Basara stands at 7?1?, with black hair and ice cold blue eyes. A scar runs down his face, starting at the left eyebrow, cutting down over the eyelid, and continuing to his chin. Basara is extremely muscular due to years spent in the iron mines. Before he was kidnapped by soldiers, Basara was in line to be king of a country, when his throne was usurped and he was thrown to the slavers.

 

[DeleteThisPlease]

"... You really don't want to know what it just said." Cystal said, taking a step back from the wing, pressing herself against the wall as she grabbed her throwing axe again and scanning for the Drake.

 

[DragonofDecay86]

Spoiler: OOC

Hey-o Pyro. This is like that one dungeon rp about a month ago that failed, right? Anyway, I liked the idea, mind if I join this one? Here's the sheet:

Name: Basara Lier

Gender: Male

Equipment: Halberd, black mantle that covers his shoulders and extends down to his forearms. Wears rough leather pants and likes going barefoot. Bandages cover his right arm, while black plate armor, close to the skin and ending in monster-like claws, is nailed and welded to his left arm. It seems immovable. (The metal, not the arm.)

Bio: Basara was taken in his sleep by slavers. For years, until he reached the age of 20, he toiled in the mines, becoming stronger and stronger. Finally, when the slavers realized he could not be controlled anymore, they promised him his freedom if he managed to get out of the dungeon alive; fully knowing it has never been done yet. Basara intends to be the first.

Other info: Basara stands at 7?1?, with black hair and ice cold blue eyes. A scar runs down his face, starting at the left eyebrow, cutting down over the eyelid, and continuing to his chin. Basara is extremely muscular due to years spent in the iron mines. Before he was kidnapped by soldiers, Basara was in line to be king of a country, when his throne was usurped and he was thrown to the slavers.

Spoiler: OOC @Xero Scythe

Yeah this is a reboot of that dungeon rp, and your in it now, post whenever you want]

Both doors on the right began to slowly open as the wing emerged more and more. Finally after the creature had broken its large scaled tail out of the cavern, both doors stood fully open, the smaller white Drake scampered off into the right door and vanished into the darkness hissing at the emerging creature as it fled.

 

[Blights]

"GO, GO, GOOO!" Blights shouted, running towards the right part of the room, he made it out, but his friends were still inside. "You think you can take that thing on? LETS MOVE!"

 

[SoloStoffe]

Fanderus sees as Blights runs of through the right door. "Right behind you!", he shouts through the chaos. He is on the verge of falling on a rock right before the entrance, but saves himself in the last second. He looks behind him while he's running and hopes that his allies will make it out of there alive.

 

[Crayzor]

Paran darted through the doors as soon as they responded to the lever being pulled. As soon as he was clear, he dropped into a crouch, spun around and aimed his crossbow to cover the rest of the group. Blights and Fanderus made it through and Paran strggled to keep an aim on the massive creature breaking into the room through all the rubble and dust.

 

[DeleteThisPlease]

Cystal stood her ground for a moment longer before cursing and charging after the others. "If I find my little Drake I swear to whatever powers that be that I'm turning it into a side-dish!"

 

[DragonofDecay86]

A small jet of flame escaped from the crack in the ceiling as the party escaped into the doors, the smaller drake was nowhere to be seen.

 

[DeleteThisPlease]

"Ah, crap. Good thing I'm Fireproof." Cystal said sarcasticly as the group dashed to the new room.

 

[DragonofDecay86]

Once the entire group was in the room, the door began to close due to one of the adventurers accidentaly stepping on a small block right inside the door. The group was left with no light save the torches that they had brought with him that werent lit yet.

 

[SoloStoffe]

"Hey, crystal", Fanderus asks to his left. "You're a half dragon, right? Well, can you spew fire? That could really help right now... If we had something flammable...". The last words are only a mere mumble, since Fanderus realizes that his idea probably wasn't that bright...

 

[Blights]

"AGH!" Blights was on fire, well, his sleeve was. "Wait..." Blights grabbed a torch and it lit up, revealing the room to them. "Right, you hold that..." he said to Fanderus while he put out the fire that was on his arm. "Thanks." He said, taking back the torch, well, here we are, lets go explorin'!

 

[Crayzor]

Paran relaxed as the doors closed and bent over to catch his breath in the darkness. He heard Blights speak and replied, "Yeah, I'm real excited to explore this place more after we almost died in the FIRST FUCKING ROOM!"

 

[SoloStoffe]

"Well, atleast it's not chasing us", Fanserus says and brushes some dust of his clothing, and takes some pebbles of from his feet. He sees some blood on them. He shouldn't have gone barefoot...