[active/open]
Characters: enduringwinter
Setting: Entrance Hall/Grand Room
Time: Night 018
Summary: Richter attempts to explore the house. He needs to get past the Burnyman first.
Warnings: fail OP warning goes here
He had never been much of a clumsy individual considering how even the smallest thing could be easily blamed on the half-elves. So his careful planning had been more a result of situation than anything else, all the same... Richter couldn't think of a single reason why he would have fallen while walking towards the door to Niflheim; the floor and general area was almost completely made of mana and flat. How does one trip on nothing?
"This feeling..."
All the same, this place was quite obviously not the Ginnungagap nor anywhere else that Richter had ever visited.
"..."
And great; the door was sealed too. So the only options left to Richter was to either stay where he was (and accomplish nothing) or to head out into the adjacent room... The adjacent room with strange shadows that reminded Richter bitterly of Tenebrae. Now really wasn't the time to find himself in such a scenario, especially with his goal so close to being realized. He needed to go back, kill Ratatosk and put an end to two years of grief.
A quick check of his weapons and items to reveal that all of his possessions were intact. Drawing his sword, Richter made his way quickly through the Grand Room. Or tried to at least. Between the shadows and burning man, suffice to say that the half-elf was having a bit of difficulty getting past the Grand Room and it's monsters
Setting: Entrance Hall/Grand Room
Time: Night 018
Summary: Richter attempts to explore the house. He needs to get past the Burnyman first.
Warnings: fail OP warning goes here
He had never been much of a clumsy individual considering how even the smallest thing could be easily blamed on the half-elves. So his careful planning had been more a result of situation than anything else, all the same... Richter couldn't think of a single reason why he would have fallen while walking towards the door to Niflheim; the floor and general area was almost completely made of mana and flat. How does one trip on nothing?
"This feeling..."
All the same, this place was quite obviously not the Ginnungagap nor anywhere else that Richter had ever visited.
"..."
And great; the door was sealed too. So the only options left to Richter was to either stay where he was (and accomplish nothing) or to head out into the adjacent room... The adjacent room with strange shadows that reminded Richter bitterly of Tenebrae. Now really wasn't the time to find himself in such a scenario, especially with his goal so close to being realized. He needed to go back, kill Ratatosk and put an end to two years of grief.
A quick check of his weapons and items to reveal that all of his possessions were intact. Drawing his sword, Richter made his way quickly through the Grand Room. Or tried to at least. Between the shadows and burning man, suffice to say that the half-elf was having a bit of difficulty getting past the Grand Room and it's monsters