02-14-2015, 07:08 PM
Atelos looked up at the massive rusty sign with the big white writing, 'Welcome to Silent Hill.' The sign seemed to jeer and taunt at him and he frowned as if the sign was saying how much better it was than Atelos...of that was possible. A few other party members looked up casually at the sign and continued walking. Atelos was going to say something to Shang and he turned his head to the left, no Shang, turned his head to the right, no Shang. He turned around peering around for his magical friend but was meet with something much more disturbing.
The world he was in was cut off from the rest, not just the fog blocking the view but it looked as if this town...was its own planet. Leaving it would cause one to fall down an abyss.
Shang Tsung appeared out of the group and saw the sorcerer but was greeted with a horrific facial expression between disturbance and confusion.
The sorcerer gave him a look as he exclaimed, "What?" Which was met by Atelos' shaken face and his finger. The sorcerer turned around to view the emptiness that had so quickly engulfed the land that surrounded them. The sorcerer was taken aback and the squad could hear Argento speak.
"Let's keep moving!"
The sorcerer walked over to Atelos, who still had his jaw suspended in disbelief. His magical counterpart touched him on the shoulder and started to push him along with the rest of a party. You didn't want to be left alone, especially here. The madness here was tangible, he felt the insanity seep into his mind.
"So this was what he meant by no turning back."
The sorcerer gave the Spartan a grave look as the pair walked into the Insane Asylum. The group walked into further the mist, and some of the weaker party members began to tremble. One member, who was the least holy of the group, he looked more like a Mage than the rest. He was dressed in purple robes and a cowl rose over his head hiding his face. He was at the back of the group and he was holding a book that had archaic symbols and he seemed to be muttering a chant, however Atelos dismissed this as a insane wizards ramblings and memorization of spells. Shang gave the Mage a weird look and turned to Atelos.
Shang was about speak but the Mage grunted loudly and fell to his knees. His purple cowl fell of his face and the group turned to see his bloodshot eyes. His mouth was foaming and he screamed.
"I can't take it anymore!" The Mage held out his hand and the group watched helplessly as he began to summon a fireball. The ball was tiny and it had a black dark.
He began to cry blood and it trailed over his face and he cast the fireball on himself. The Mage's blood boiled and his skin started to turn a charcoal black and the smell of his burning flesh tainted the air. His bright white smile stood out of the burning smoke and he seemed to resemble the ominous smile that had reminded him of the overlord that greeted him upon his initial contact of this world. He laid on the ground, looking peacefully, in contrast to the burning flames that were engulfing him. Relief flashed across his face as he breathed his last breathe, "Relief."
The group stood there who had no idea was going on. A priest broke out of his trance and ran over to the burning pile of flesh and made the sign of the cross.
Shang looked at Atelos as he began to chuckle. Their pagan god could not save even that poor soul. His soul was damned forever and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
"The same fate will fall upon you if you do not surrender to me.
He waved off the jackal voice in his head as he felt a increase in power in his veins. His head gaining a massive headache and he felt his power slipping for just a second.
"You know what we're up against, we need to find what we're looking for and then find a way out." The paladin said blatantly and as they were about to choose a road before a screeching sound came from the sky. Many shapes appeared and it seemed to be an antique dinosaur came out of the sky. The Paladins eyes widened and he screamed out to the party.
"RUN!"
The world he was in was cut off from the rest, not just the fog blocking the view but it looked as if this town...was its own planet. Leaving it would cause one to fall down an abyss.
Shang Tsung appeared out of the group and saw the sorcerer but was greeted with a horrific facial expression between disturbance and confusion.
The sorcerer gave him a look as he exclaimed, "What?" Which was met by Atelos' shaken face and his finger. The sorcerer turned around to view the emptiness that had so quickly engulfed the land that surrounded them. The sorcerer was taken aback and the squad could hear Argento speak.
"Let's keep moving!"
The sorcerer walked over to Atelos, who still had his jaw suspended in disbelief. His magical counterpart touched him on the shoulder and started to push him along with the rest of a party. You didn't want to be left alone, especially here. The madness here was tangible, he felt the insanity seep into his mind.
"So this was what he meant by no turning back."
The sorcerer gave the Spartan a grave look as the pair walked into the Insane Asylum. The group walked into further the mist, and some of the weaker party members began to tremble. One member, who was the least holy of the group, he looked more like a Mage than the rest. He was dressed in purple robes and a cowl rose over his head hiding his face. He was at the back of the group and he was holding a book that had archaic symbols and he seemed to be muttering a chant, however Atelos dismissed this as a insane wizards ramblings and memorization of spells. Shang gave the Mage a weird look and turned to Atelos.
Shang was about speak but the Mage grunted loudly and fell to his knees. His purple cowl fell of his face and the group turned to see his bloodshot eyes. His mouth was foaming and he screamed.
"I can't take it anymore!" The Mage held out his hand and the group watched helplessly as he began to summon a fireball. The ball was tiny and it had a black dark.
He began to cry blood and it trailed over his face and he cast the fireball on himself. The Mage's blood boiled and his skin started to turn a charcoal black and the smell of his burning flesh tainted the air. His bright white smile stood out of the burning smoke and he seemed to resemble the ominous smile that had reminded him of the overlord that greeted him upon his initial contact of this world. He laid on the ground, looking peacefully, in contrast to the burning flames that were engulfing him. Relief flashed across his face as he breathed his last breathe, "Relief."
The group stood there who had no idea was going on. A priest broke out of his trance and ran over to the burning pile of flesh and made the sign of the cross.
Shang looked at Atelos as he began to chuckle. Their pagan god could not save even that poor soul. His soul was damned forever and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
"The same fate will fall upon you if you do not surrender to me.
He waved off the jackal voice in his head as he felt a increase in power in his veins. His head gaining a massive headache and he felt his power slipping for just a second.
"You know what we're up against, we need to find what we're looking for and then find a way out." The paladin said blatantly and as they were about to choose a road before a screeching sound came from the sky. Many shapes appeared and it seemed to be an antique dinosaur came out of the sky. The Paladins eyes widened and he screamed out to the party.
"RUN!"
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