Setting
The Storeroom is a large room, full of crates and barrels as well as casks of thick, viscous liquids. A musty and foul odor linger here, the smell can cause those of weak constitution to gag and retch.
The Storeroom
The Storeroom is a large room, full of crates and barrels as well as casks of thick, viscous liquids. A musty and foul odor linger here, the smell can cause those of weak constitution to gag and retch.
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The Storeroom is a part of 
The Ruins.
26 Characters Here
Rise [3]
Twenty-Four Hours [1] Shielded by Wednesday; no one knows who the two of them are. Well, except for the other Xiana's. Who is that? Your just going to have to find out, arn't you?
A'Kaiyllen "Kai" [0] Female dragon of the Ter'Keraug species who is able to shape change.
Alaina Ryder [0] A young, intelligent teen girl who ran away from home. However, her social awkwardness gets in the way of her dream of making something of herself.
Echo Eldritch [0] The bassist for "PoisonBreath"
Robert Parson [0] A desperate,lonely abandoned soldier who entire battalion was wiped out
Tsuyomaru [0] A red dog-like creature. He looks quite fierce.
Leigh aka Snaggletooth [0] Did you really just call me that?!
Edgar [0] a brave and good warrior
Carla Hallum [0] Deadlines don't make themselves, people!
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Ike Garshem looks around the room seeing many items on the shelves and on the ground. He checks through everything and take what he deems valuable.
Xavier steps into the room and shakes his head and blows air from hsi nose quickly to rid him of the scent before leaving in a hurry.
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He looked around, covering his nose. "What is it with these people and keeping foul-smelling shit in small rooms like this?"
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Wrinkles her nose in disgust and covers her nose and mouth before mumbling "i have no idea but this smell is making my eyes water"
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"Well that was much less spectacular than I thought it'd be," Xion said before opening the door and holding it open for her.
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Quickly walks out the door
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Alex glances around carefully and sits beside a barrel and fishes her book from her pocket once more and relaxes, now she could read in peace.
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Rise struggled with all her might not to breathe in even as she and Fell huddled back in the corner of the storeroom. The foul, acrid stench of various vials and bottles filled her mouth, her nose, every cavity until she had to cover her mouth with both hands -- but even that didn't stop her eyes from stinging.
Further and further did Fell drag the two -- mindful of precariously stacked crates here and there. He felt glass crunching under his knuckles and under his boots. He and the Saint were being less than quiet.
It was dark, pitch dark, except for the light coming under the crack of the door. Fell groped desperately behind him, trying to feel his way without causing more things to topple.
At last he felt cold stone behind him, and knew they could go no further.
There in the small, crowded and smelly room the two waited.
It was dark, pitch dark, except for the light coming under the crack of the door. Fell groped desperately behind him, trying to feel his way without causing more things to topple.
At last he felt cold stone behind him, and knew they could go no further.
There in the small, crowded and smelly room the two waited.
"Do you think -- " Rise lowered her hands to ask, and that was all she got out before the stench of chemicals got to her, and she curled into Fell body wracked with coughs.
Fell, who was used to unpleasant things in the air during his days in the desert, had yanked up the scarf around his neck so that his mouth was doubly protected. As Rise began to hack, he let her bury her face into his chest even as he frantically tried to shush her.
The Saint managed to stop her coughing, but her eyes were now watering from the event. She didn't dare reach up and wipe away the sweat or tears, fearing that something may get in there and irritate her senses further. What rotten luck! What foul, rotten luck!
Something was rotten, that was for sure. Rise now had the rest of her body under control. She twisted out of Fell's arms and looked at him with big, watering eyes asking her question again, this time without words.
Do you think they will find us?
Something was rotten, that was for sure. Rise now had the rest of her body under control. She twisted out of Fell's arms and looked at him with big, watering eyes asking her question again, this time without words.
Do you think they will find us?
Now that Rise was (for the most part) done hacking up her lungs, Fell leaned forward to take inventory of their situation. Would they be found? It was likely, as this was the only available room down the hall. Could they fight their way out?
Fell reached down to his belt, and with a jolt realized that his swords were not there.
What?
In a flash, he remembered the haste with which he and Rise left their campsite.
No ..
Fell gave a sharp intake when he realized the enormity of what this meant, and he nearly was set off as Rise had been.
Fell reached down to his belt, and with a jolt realized that his swords were not there.
What?
In a flash, he remembered the haste with which he and Rise left their campsite.
No ..
Fell gave a sharp intake when he realized the enormity of what this meant, and he nearly was set off as Rise had been.
Rufus Klane A menacing figure came in through the front door, pushing it open hard til the door hit the wall on the opposite side. He sauntered over to the bar, two other men on his flanks. Not saying anything. He didn't even look around the room. Just made a direct beeline for the drinks. He ordered shots of whiskey, and leaned against the bar, his grimy hands rubbing together. On his hip was a pistol, a large knife also strapped to it, and finally on his left flank was a whip. He stroked it lightly as he waited for his drink.
As of right now it had been about two months that he had been on the run, at first it was easy but he didn't expect them to be that numbered nor did he expect them to be that persistent in trying to hunt him down & kill him. He was running low on pretty much everything, thus the reason why he had to contact Sirad, though in his head it wouldn't of surprised him if she done a no show mainly because he'd buggered off. Stopping for a moment he took out a bottle of water before downing it, chucking the bottle too the ground he continued to walk to the destination that he had marked down in the letter & to his surprise she was there & well he'd arrived in enough time to see what she did to those who had just tried too cross her. "Well Well Well, you actually turned up." He chuckled slightly, awaiting her response.
Studying her features a smirk played the lips of the male as he listened to what she had to say, taking a few moments to think he then replied. " Didn't expect anything less, that's for sure.." He chuckled slightly. "Well your Aura is well, different, stronger & by the looks of it your life seems to have more entertainment to it, more occupying.."
Choncet had no idea what happened last night, all he knew was he reeked of liquor, and blood, blood that wasn't his, as he sat up, he looked around the room, groaning at the light shining down from the murky window. Pushing his sunglasses down, he felt better with shades on to block out the sunlight, as he made his way to his feet, he noticed his shirt was torn in the front, showing off his burly, broad tanned chest, he kicked the bottle of booze and made his way to the stairs.
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