All OOC conversation takes place here.So… that’s who you are. The memories bring little comfort within the cold of the asylum. The darkness clings tenaciously to the walls and to your soul. No matter how many times you try to recall your life you know that you cannot possibly cling to it long enough to stave off your hollowing. Eternity is a very very long time.
Unbeknownst to you this is the thought process that most who enter the Asylum go through when they first regain consciousness. Who am I? What was I? How long can I stay sane? Eventually, all bearers succumb to the hollowing. You, however, are fortunate.
*THWUMP*
A mighty collision happens nearby. You have no idea what could possibly be so large as to cause it but the rusted iron doors holding your cells shut shudder briefly.
You stare at the door. It… They couldn’t have possibly. Rushing to the door you realize that the doors of this cell, and most of the others that you can see, are in a woeful state of disrepair.
*CRASH*
The sound of shattering pottery and creaking stone greets your ears as you stumble from the force of… whatever is happening.
*CRASH*
*THWUMP*
*BOOM*
*Crreeeeeeeeeeak*And with that your cell door falls off the hinges. You… You are free!
But… Looking around you see that a few other Bearers are nearby. Each is nearly as decayed as yourself. Including yourself you notice, in no particular order:
A longsword wielding elf who has a scar upon her face. Whatever beauty she may have once had is hidden by the decayed state of her face.
A short corpulent dwarf wearing nothing but an odd style of dress that you have not seen in these lands. His flesh is not as rotten in appearance as the others but dwarves often show less sign of decay than the other races. Given time, he will likely grow to look even worse than the rest of you.
The third to stride from their cell seems to be searching for some sort of food as they keep mentioning ‘pickles’. Obviously a human, they appear to be looking frantically for their ‘pickles’. Whoever this is must be further along the hollowing process than the others.
The fourth is another elf, you infer from the size and general demeanor, who is entirely covered by both robe and mask. The mask seems to glow where the eyes usually are. Upon further examination you can see that the visible flesh is rotted and grey. Perhaps a grey elf?
The last, and shortest, to emerge from the cells appears to be a plant creature of sorts. Most likely a gnome judging by the height, but the plants growing all over him suggest otherwise. Both gnome and plant are severely decayed however and seem to be surviving off sheer willpower.
None of them speak for a moment.
*CRASH*
Do they even have time? The Undead Asylum is being racked with tremors and loud crashes at an alarming rate. There is just enough light to make out the form of a hallway. It is either to the north, or back into the cells.