Dungeon Returns - RPLOG
Participants
Date
12/6/2013
Log
Where were you? You don't quite remember... Was it in the city, or the forest? You had lost track of time and position, wandering in search of things, when suddenly, there it was. A set of double barn doors, just flat on the ground. Overwhelmed with curiosity, or perhaps just tripping over it, you discover that it opens easily, admitting entrance to a strange place.
A table is set out in this small room, with food spread across of of all manner of delight. Fried chicken, pies, roasts, various drinks both soft and hard, and some things that defy naming. A small note is parked just in front of the only lit candle.
Midnight wanders into the the strange room, ears twitching atop her head as she sniffs the air, tail flicking behind her, as she looks over the food, and notices the note, tilting her head as she looks it over " What's this?" her mind thinks, as she eyes it over, trying not to get overly distracted by the many smells of food around her.
The note is written in a clean hand script, English, "Welcome, visitor. It has been some time since our last guess. We missed you all very much. Please, eat and drink, for you are our guest. When you are finished, proceed to be tested. We have high hopes for you."
* guest
Midnight moves over to the food, and sniffs it softly " Tested? Tested for what?" she shakes her head softly as the food's smells begin to pull her. She sniffs deeply of the meats, before she takes some into her maw, tasting it carefully. " Seems alright." She pulls a slab of beef from the dish and chews softly, as she looks about the room curiously
Delicious, delectable, perfect. The food and drink all goes down easily as if prepared by a master chef and seasoned with all the good things in the world. It is almost painful when Midnight realizes they are too full to properly enjoy more.
Midnight lays down softly upon the ground with a grunt " Ungh, so much food.. I can't finish all this myself.. Not all at once, anyway. Whew. I wonder who prepared all this? And why?"
Sadly, no answers are forthcoming. There are two exits. The double doors behind, and a simple wooden door with a brass knob ahead.
Midnight looks back at the doors she came from, then to the one nearby. She stands back up with a full grunt, and starts wandering over to it, tilting her head " Was this door here, before? Maybe I can find out more about this place and those who were.. Expecting company, apparently.." she paws at the doors knob, turning it carefully, as she sniffs between the cracks around the entryway
It smells of many things. Cement, grass, death, candies, sweat and liquor. How curious.
Midnight tilts her head slightly as she pulls the door open, peeking into the crack a bit " Strange, smells a bit like the funny forest with the rocky caves, and wooden caves." ears perking as she listens intently about herself, as she begins to slowly and cautiously enter the next room
The door opens to inky nothingness that seems to reach out and seize Midnight, drawing them forward. Just as abruptly as it begins, Midnight is somewhere else.
She lands on stone flooring, the door behind her, already closed as if it had never been opened.
Midnight turns and looks around frantically and confused, pawing at the now closed door "Wh.. What just happend, now where am I?" she whines softly to herself, tail tucking between her legs a bit from the surprised shock
None answer the call. It's dark, and quiet, save for Midnight's own voice. A soft drip is heard from somewhere within, then a soft scuttle, but nothing appears.
Midnight turns from the door, hearing the scuttling and dripping, whimpering as she looks around frantically, before she began to head down the corridor cautiously, tail still tucked between her legs in nervousness
Faint whispers, difficult to understand, or to even hear in the first place. They echo gently from great distance, or are just too quiet, like the whispering of mice. The ground holds the prints boldly, standing out with displaced dust.
Midnight sniffs at the ground lightly, in attempt to catch a scent, as she slowly makes her way through the passage, ears twitching at every whisper, turning in their direction, as she tries to catch what was said, and to find out who or what was here with her. " Oh, why did I come in here? Where is here anyway?"
Moving along the tunnel, Midnight founds the darkness shatter, stepping abruptly with one step into the light. On a roadway of marble, leading along a coastline, a lighthouse off in the distance. It feels oddly safe here. The waves can be heard, crashing against the coast gently.
Midnight tilts her head slightly as she looks about, and enhales deeply " Outside? That cant be right, can it?" she wanders down the path, looking towards the tree's, eyeing the pillars as she passes by each, sniffing at the base of them in curiousity, to see if she can find any scent markings to indicate who or what might be nearby.
As Midnight sniffs gently at a particular pillar, a furry set of legs steps out, with a human parked on top. Like a satyr, but the bottom looks simple, with round terminations instead of proper hooves, and bright purple fur. The human half is dark skinned and wearing a bright golden vest, "Wow!" she says in a gasp, looking Midnight over.
Midnight jumps back slightly in surprise and looks up at the other creature in confusion, giving a whine and folding her ears back slightly, tail ducking under her again " D.. Don't do that! First this strange barn, then this dark hallway with noises in the shadows, now outside, and you jumping out from nowhere! Where am I?" she whimpers softly
The horse satyr tilts her head one way and the other, "You're everything father said you'd be," she says, ignoring the questions posed. She steps up towards the distressed visitor and begins to circle her. "Is everyone outside four legged? That's unusual."
Midnight's ears twitch softly " N.. No. Not everyone. I was born this way. And those who put this thing on my neck walk on two legs, like you do."
She crosses her arms under her chest and leans forward a moment before she reaches and moves to lay a hand on Midnight just above her tail, "Are you a pet? A real pet? A talking pet?" she asks, sounding utterly fascinated.
Midnight's ears fold back as she watches curiously, tail relaxing a bit as she nods slowly " I was forced to become a pet.. Mated when I was cornered and taken by those who set this upon me. They forced me to mate with them, time and time again. I had their litters, and one of them has become less forceful than the other. But.. Yes, I am a real one, now, I suppose. And as for talking, well. That sort of.. Gradually developed over time."
Her furless hands begin petting in earnest when no objection is offered, stroking the visitor in long motions, "That sounds hard. I wish I could keep you. I'd feed you nothing but lemon drops," she promises, "But you can't stay here. You're still being tested," she says, almost pouting.
Midnight looks up at the other, ears perking slightly in curiousity " Tested? Tested for what? I'm still not even sure where here is."
"What?" she says, looking at Midnight as if she were crazy, "Let me ask." She turns away and looks up towards the sky, speaking silently as if to it, then nodding, shaking her head, and nodding once more as if it were replying, "Father says I can't tell you that yet."
Midnight looks up and tilts her head a moment " This place is confusing.. First I find myself inside, not even remembering how I got there. Finding food waiting for me.. Then this corridor leading here. I am not even sure where here is. Or where I am even going."
