Taking Back What's Theirs
Who: Everyone! (And a bunch of otherworldly ghouls).
What: Those who were 'robbed' of their stolen artifact attempt to reclaim it.
Where: The old Dixon house and the portal chamber beneath.
When: Late night, Thursday, October 4.
Rating & Warnings: R for violence and creepy monsters.
Notes: OOC info post is here, where you can plot and ask any questions if they come up!
It’s nearing midnight when the sensations of dread begin to gather--a visceral unease in the gut, a sense of something not right. It’s so poignant that it extends even into dreams, and anyone who’s asleep will be woken by the inchoate certainty that something is wrong.
The shape of the wrongness seems to materialize from the fog--if, that is, one chances to look out into the dark. A backlit room will show nothing of course. Nothing but one’s own reflection cast back. But turn off the lights and just maybe you’ll see something: bodies that seem at first human, cloaked and hooded, moving towards the house.
If you listen, you can hear them. They’re scratching at the doors, maybe even in the walls. And there’s a sound of scratching and movement coming from down in the cellar too. Whatever is out there, it’s trying to get in, and whether it’s coming for you or for what’s beneath the house is a secret it won’t tell.
What: Those who were 'robbed' of their stolen artifact attempt to reclaim it.
Where: The old Dixon house and the portal chamber beneath.
When: Late night, Thursday, October 4.
Rating & Warnings: R for violence and creepy monsters.
Notes: OOC info post is here, where you can plot and ask any questions if they come up!
It’s nearing midnight when the sensations of dread begin to gather--a visceral unease in the gut, a sense of something not right. It’s so poignant that it extends even into dreams, and anyone who’s asleep will be woken by the inchoate certainty that something is wrong.
The shape of the wrongness seems to materialize from the fog--if, that is, one chances to look out into the dark. A backlit room will show nothing of course. Nothing but one’s own reflection cast back. But turn off the lights and just maybe you’ll see something: bodies that seem at first human, cloaked and hooded, moving towards the house.
If you listen, you can hear them. They’re scratching at the doors, maybe even in the walls. And there’s a sound of scratching and movement coming from down in the cellar too. Whatever is out there, it’s trying to get in, and whether it’s coming for you or for what’s beneath the house is a secret it won’t tell.