It is the thirtieth of September, and it is the fifteenth day after the Sealing of Hashan.
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Within The Sealed City
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- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona
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- She/Her
It is the thirtieth of September, and it is the fifteenth day after the Sealing of Hashan.
A man is walking along the road, the only sound the crunching of his footsteps among what could be mistaken for snow, if it was not the black of ash. It coats the street.
He coughs, then gazes at the blood on his hand, and tastes the copper in his mouth.
The Plague.
It is an unavoidable reality, nowadays. Spreading so fast, so quickly, impossible to escape. They sealed the city off, using a combination of swirling metal and mighty runes. He is unsure if they did it in time. There has been no news from the outside world for days, even the infrequent radio broadcasts from outside have fallen silent here. At least some people are running tapes from the old broadcasting building in Ordshire District, throwing out music from every remaining broadcaster.
His breathing quickens, then falters. He takes a brief lick of his chapped lips, before continuing on his way.
He's close to the final stage. He knows that. He's looked at the bodies and those about to die before everyone started burning the dead, back when he volunteered at the Toham General Hospital. He knows he's got a chance, though. A chance of being one of the lucky few who get the special things from the plague, the unusual symptoms, the things that make them powerful, even as it brings them a little bit closer to a far worse fate. He saw what the plague did to the man in the hospital, the one who went mad. The boils, the way they formed and pulsed and popped and-no. No, he won't think of them. He's got to try, he heard that taking this, that it'd make it happen. The drug. It cost him most of the supplies he had left.
He made it to his home, which looked suitably abandoned and windswept that nobody would think to loot it, except for the truly desperate, of which there were more and more these days.
His Home had a lot of broken windows, a few chairs, a bed in a spot that was suitably sheltered from the wind and ashes, and a table. The walls were...stable, though with quite a few holes in them. The roof was full of holes, and let more wind and ash in then it kept out.
It was all that had been left behind, following the first few riots here in Toham District. Not that all the stuff had been stolen, no, most of it had been looted following the collapse of the Governer's Militia. At least they saw fit to leave the furniture. Most of it.
He gulped nervously, then broke into a coughing fit. More blood. Never a good sign. He had to take the drug, had to do it quick. He looked at the syringe, then, finding the vein on his arm, jabbed it in with a quiet yelp. Quickly injecting it, he winced the whole time, having dug it in quite deep. "God, I've probably got an infection...or I will have one, soon enough." He laughs desperately.
After standing for a bit, he sits down and continues waiting. "Goddamnit. It was a sham...I spent most of my food and bottled water on this! The few cans and bottles would've at least kept me up until the end, but no, you had to rely on a stupid! fake! dru-" and then he passed out.
The Light Shines, and it Blesses and Burns, and God gazes upon thee, and within His face...
Is naught but Hatred.
The lies that Man accepts are but false truths, only the Angels of God may speak the truth
The Angelic Choir sings songs of death, of a new cleansing, an abomination that should itself be cleansed.
For the Glory of God, it will be so, they sing, and they speak the truth.
But it is naught, it is a false cleansing and it is a false god that cleanses.
To Thine Own Self Be True, says Man, but his true self is that of violence and deceit. Why must you trust him?
But why should you trust the word of God, instead?
He awakens, with a gasp and a splitting headache. He feels...more vital, more alive. It as if the plague has vanished from his body, but feeling his face, it is clear that it has not, as he still feels the blisters and weeping sores upon his cheek and head. "Oh god, it worked! It worked!" He laughs joyfully.
A man is walking along the road, the only sound the crunching of his footsteps among what could be mistaken for snow, if it was not the black of ash. It coats the street.
He coughs, then gazes at the blood on his hand, and tastes the copper in his mouth.
The Plague.
It is an unavoidable reality, nowadays. Spreading so fast, so quickly, impossible to escape. They sealed the city off, using a combination of swirling metal and mighty runes. He is unsure if they did it in time. There has been no news from the outside world for days, even the infrequent radio broadcasts from outside have fallen silent here. At least some people are running tapes from the old broadcasting building in Ordshire District, throwing out music from every remaining broadcaster.
His breathing quickens, then falters. He takes a brief lick of his chapped lips, before continuing on his way.
He's close to the final stage. He knows that. He's looked at the bodies and those about to die before everyone started burning the dead, back when he volunteered at the Toham General Hospital. He knows he's got a chance, though. A chance of being one of the lucky few who get the special things from the plague, the unusual symptoms, the things that make them powerful, even as it brings them a little bit closer to a far worse fate. He saw what the plague did to the man in the hospital, the one who went mad. The boils, the way they formed and pulsed and popped and-no. No, he won't think of them. He's got to try, he heard that taking this, that it'd make it happen. The drug. It cost him most of the supplies he had left.
He made it to his home, which looked suitably abandoned and windswept that nobody would think to loot it, except for the truly desperate, of which there were more and more these days.
His Home had a lot of broken windows, a few chairs, a bed in a spot that was suitably sheltered from the wind and ashes, and a table. The walls were...stable, though with quite a few holes in them. The roof was full of holes, and let more wind and ash in then it kept out.
It was all that had been left behind, following the first few riots here in Toham District. Not that all the stuff had been stolen, no, most of it had been looted following the collapse of the Governer's Militia. At least they saw fit to leave the furniture. Most of it.
He gulped nervously, then broke into a coughing fit. More blood. Never a good sign. He had to take the drug, had to do it quick. He looked at the syringe, then, finding the vein on his arm, jabbed it in with a quiet yelp. Quickly injecting it, he winced the whole time, having dug it in quite deep. "God, I've probably got an infection...or I will have one, soon enough." He laughs desperately.
After standing for a bit, he sits down and continues waiting. "Goddamnit. It was a sham...I spent most of my food and bottled water on this! The few cans and bottles would've at least kept me up until the end, but no, you had to rely on a stupid! fake! dru-" and then he passed out.
The Light Shines, and it Blesses and Burns, and God gazes upon thee, and within His face...
Is naught but Hatred.
The lies that Man accepts are but false truths, only the Angels of God may speak the truth
The Angelic Choir sings songs of death, of a new cleansing, an abomination that should itself be cleansed.
For the Glory of God, it will be so, they sing, and they speak the truth.
But it is naught, it is a false cleansing and it is a false god that cleanses.
To Thine Own Self Be True, says Man, but his true self is that of violence and deceit. Why must you trust him?
But why should you trust the word of God, instead?
He awakens, with a gasp and a splitting headache. He feels...more vital, more alive. It as if the plague has vanished from his body, but feeling his face, it is clear that it has not, as he still feels the blisters and weeping sores upon his cheek and head. "Oh god, it worked! It worked!" He laughs joyfully.
Welcome to Within the Sealed City! It's a Riot Quest set within an original universe. You are the voices in the head of a man who lives within said universe and is trapped within the city of Hashan, which has been sealed off due to a plague. You have seemingly appeared due to a mysterious syringe filled with "drugs" that he has injected himself with. (Ya know, just in case the whole opening didn't tip you off about that stuff) There are no restrictions placed on what you can post, so do what thy will, but remember, He will hear everything. I will do my best to keep to a semi-steady update schedule, but at certain points, my wifi/posting ability may vary, but I'll do my best to keep you folks up to date and informed about it! Thank you, and I hope that you will enjoy this!
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- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona
- Pronouns
- She/Her
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- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Reserved.
This should be all the space I'll need, so go right ahead in posting!
This should be all the space I'll need, so go right ahead in posting!
- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Shiiiiiit, I put this in the wrong section, didn't I...
What an auspicious start!
What an auspicious start!
- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Alright, that's fixed now. Thank you, kind moderator/staff member!
- Location
- St. Petersburg
What are our goals? Last until the seal is lifted? Get out? Obtain enlightenment?
I forgot, were you a participant of the Monstrumologist quest?
Why are the contents of the room highlighted? Are those objects we can interact with?
I forgot, were you a participant of the Monstrumologist quest?
- Location
- Sydney
Embrace the plague.
Go to the bed and lie down there.
Focus your mind on all the skills you learned at Toham General Hospital. How to bandage wounds, how to identify internal bruising, etc
Go to the bed and lie down there.
Focus your mind on all the skills you learned at Toham General Hospital. How to bandage wounds, how to identify internal bruising, etc
- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Survival is always a good thing, but is not strictly necessary. Searching for answers is also an interesting idea. However, as for his goals, he's primarily interested in the former.
They are important objects. Unless you shift your place of residence, your Home is where you will live, and those are the important aspects of it.
I was not.