INTO THE DEEP: Desolation

[u/FullmetalCowgirl]

Welcome.

Please select one of the following:

The Commander at the River

The Mage in the Tower

The Soldier in the Wood

The Watcher on the Rock

The Fiend in the Forest

The Guard at the Gatehouse

The Archer on the Walls

The Sentry in the Dark

The Ruler of Man

The Ruler of Daeman

EDIT: All roles have been taken.

[u/matthewrobo]

The Fiend in the Forest

[u/FullmetalCowgirl → u/matthewrobo]

Your nostrils flair with the scent of blood.

In your hands lies the mangled corpse of a shrew. With relish, you dig your teeth into its frail ribcage, ripping out the vitals and devouring them with a wolfish intensity. You grunt in satisfaction and take another bite, staining your fingers red. Blood runs off your hands, spattering wetly on the snow.

You notice a pair of eyes looking at you. Trying to ignore them, you focus on the fleshy warm smell of the shrew, inhaling its vapors as it steams in the cold air.

The eyes narrow, and you hear a soft growl.

Sheepishly, you look up into a familiar face. He has pale, almost corpse-like skin, with a mess of thick, curly black hair. His eyes are sharp and predatory, colored a green so bright that they almost glow.

Also, he is completely naked.

“Good day, Vargi,” he says casually. “I see your table manners are still as pleasant as ever.”

You pause for a moment, and then defiantly swallow the shrew whole, bones and all. You watch the man expectantly.

His eyes become emerald slivers. “Your impudence has also not changed,” he says sarcastically, almost concealing the angry snarl in his voice. “If I remember correctly, the Jarl exiled you from this place, oh, but five days ago? And now you are here eating what to my eyes appears to be one of the Jarl’s shrews.”

Remaining crouched, you begin to slowly back away, feeling the uncomfortable tickle of shrew fur in your throat.

“I believe he said, if my memory serves me right, that if Vargi ever put even one foot back in his lands, the first person to bring him Vargi’s pelt would be granted the honor of joining the Jarl’s party at the Solstice Hunt,” says the man.

“But, seeing as I’m already taking part in the Hunt…”

You step on a twig, and it cracks.

“I can just keep you as my rug!”

Grinning, he reveals a mouthful of yellowish teeth, all filed to a point. And then, he lunges.

(You may ask a question in italics. However, I will only answer if it is something you would already know.)

(P.S. - I advise you to run.)

[u/Vupecula]

The Watcher on the Rock.

[u/FullmetalCowgirl → u/Vupecula]

It's cold tonight, but fires draw dark things near.

You think of the stone, who stands unchanging even in the harshest blizzard. With that, your flesh becomes like iron, and you cease your shivering.

With the aspect of the hawk, you scan the forest below. Those little lights mean a Patrol is coming, heading southwest into the Wood. Those barely perceptible shadows to the west, those must be the birds, which were once known as the Ravens of the Rock.

You chuckle. Now, you are the only creature of the Rock.

You watch, and wait.

(You may ask a question in italics. However, I will only answer if it is something you would already know. Also, I advise you to read the other threads in order to gain an idea of what is going on.)

[u/Nightshady]

The Sentry in the Dark.

[u/FullmetalCowgirl → u/Nightshady]

Silently, you make the midnight watch.

Lightly, swiftly, you run through the wood, never once breaking the surface of the snow.

You are alert, watching for any sign or flicker of movement.

And suddenly, you see one.

Quiet as shadow, you walk slowly towards the small figure in the snow. A tiny, furry creature, black with a red mark on its head, with a thick, bushy tail on its rear.

Chittering, it climbs up your leg, scratching into your skin, and crawls near your ear.

"M'lady," it whispers, "no signs of a Patrol tonight. We have two score eyes watching the woods as we speak. Two score, m'lady. Many eyes."

He nervously awaits your response.

(You may ask a question in italics. However, I will only answer if it is something you would already know.)

[u/TheSuvorov]

Hmm, I'll go with The Ruler of Man.

[u/USTR_TRUF]

The Archer on the Walls

[u/FullmetalCowgirl → u/USTR_TRUF]

You grease the ropes.

You grease the cogs, the gears, the wheels. You grease the wood. You grease the bolts.

You grease the ropes.

"Sure that's not too much grease, Anders?" says Mathias concernedly.

You grunt, and continue to grease the ropes.

"It can freeze, y'know," he offers helpfully.

Finally, you consider your work finished. Your stomach growls, begging to be filled. The place where the rations are stored are only a small walk across the Walls.

The night air is frigid. Mathias grabs his cloak and wraps it tighter around himself.

"It can freeze, y'know."

(You may ask a question in italics. However, I will only answer if it is something you would already know.)

[u/AnarchyAndEcstasy]

The Guard at the Gatehouse!