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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 12:26 pm
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As you make your way down the ancient spiraling stairway, a few mangy rats scurry past your feet, their little beady eyes snap up at you as they squeak out in a little snarl. Their yellow teeth chatter up at you before they slip into a crevice into the stone. The air is still, and dank. It's filled with an odor that stings at the nostrils, warning the brain and the heart to back away, that death and pain is near. The odor is heavy and can almost be tasted at the back of the throat, it's the odor of ages of decaying flesh, sweat, and mold mixed with fear. Yet you continue on, your eyes noticing the room opening before you lit by torches and a huge fireplace. Upon closer inspection, one can see the huge hearth of the fireplace is not made of brick, but of bone and scull. The vast expanse of the room is almost mind boggling. The faint echo of distant scerams and moans of pain can be heard. The sounds seem to ebb from the very walls of the place. You glance around and see that it is sectioned into a few smaller rooms, each one seems to hold it's own speciality. Whipping and flogging, Cutting and slicing, Stretching and tearing, Branding and scalding, and many that only the imagination of the darkest minds could conjure up. A tall and ogreish man stands in a darkened corner, his face hooded by a mask that is stitched crudely together, his arms the size of small oak saplings, and his chest broad and well muscled. He looks to be made of stone, but he inhales deeply, his massive muscles rippling with the movement, and his orange eyes shift to watch you. He is there to assist, and guard over those that are there to be played with.... But be careful you don't end the play toy....
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 3:40 pm
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 5:50 pm
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 5:30 pm
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Familiar Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 8:32 am
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SibelSybariticStoryteller
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 12:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 5:56 am
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Kaleo giggled, way too insanely for his own good, and thrust himself against the wall so he would not lose balance. He looked up at the man again, who was strapped down and moaning. His eyes sparkled playfully as he rounded on him again. "I don't think you felt it that time. I mean really felt it," Kaleo whispered to him, allowing a disappointed face for a few seconds until he started laughing again. "I don't think you felt the true pain of my message."
"No...please..." the tortured cried faintly.
Regardless of the man's pleas, Kaleo lifted the knife. His fingers smoothed over it as he watched the strapped man fidget and twitch. He flicked the tip of it against the man's cheek. It made a small, barely noticable cut. The man screamed as if his arm had been chopped off (which, truly, wasn't a bad idea at the time). Kaleo frowned. "Now, now. Be a good little boy and shut the hell up, or you'll get a time out with my friend over there." He gestured to the large-ish man behind him, who was partially covered by cloak. The large-ish man grunted. He sounded oddly pleased.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 5:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 3:29 pm
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*Stops in stairway, and has several flashbacks of Pain.* I'm not a coward, i can do this. Alice says to herself. She walks down further, untile she can see the exceding light of the magnificent fireplace. Allthough Alice wants to turn, afraid of her personal horrors, she keeps creeping down the stairs. Luckily, she see's other several, just like her. they sit in dark corners, and around the fire. Alice walks to one, and begins to speak, "Who is the founder of this beautiful castle?" After several minutes of no reply, she nuges the person. alice jumps back in horror, as she sees the person is pale, and dead. "I should have known. I could have smelled the blood." Alice says to herself. She sighs and begins to walk back to the stairs, feeling her thirst. "The Hell with this."
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 8:34 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 9:39 pm
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 1:24 pm
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