Watery rays of sunlight were just beginning to crest the tallest moor, stealing across the hills with warmth so weak it failed to rid the grass of its light frost. The gentle rustle of the breeze through the sparse bushes brought with it a biting chill, surprisingly vicious for so late in the spring; evidence lay in the blackened buds of sorrel shoots that had sprouted to no avail, their efforts thwarted by the cruel grip of a winter that had long since overstayed its welcome.   ...

Giovanni Giovanni sighs as they had finally made it yet again to the other side safely. A route is ahead of them and well at least there is still a path for them. "Everyone still okay?" he glances back at the others as he takes a moment to catch his breath, look at his own wounds. Looking over himself, he has a few cuts on his side, a few on his legs. Nothing that will take him out, o...

Bug:  “Wart, maybe you go hop on that tile there… I’ll stand on these couple. Seance can you reach those two? I know they’re a little far but I think you could make it. Daemon, Giovanni, can you two stand on the last few colorful tiles over there?” He asks, flicking his ears as he listens for the telltale whirring, hearing a few promising clicks as he and his toad moved into place. ...

Giovanni Stumbling into the room ahead Giovanni pants as he is quick to look back and ensure everyone has made it out. Eyes scan over Dae and the others, safety, they made it all here okay. A small sigh of relief, no one is dead or left behind, they've managed somehow to make it out, a small mercy from all the misfortune this group seems to find themselves in. "Everyone okay?" ...

Giovanni After their last little mishap it wasn't hard to imagine everyone in their little group was eager to set to their own ways. Giovanni had taken up to the surface, enough to feed and heal before he had ventured down with a veteran of the dungeons in hopes to better himself, or at least see something successful. Little did he know how much it would humble him in the end. Where sass and co...

Seance: Perhaps she should have stayed and argued with her new friends about which tunnel to pursue. Really debate it out, and listen and agree, and nod accordingly, but she had a good feeling about this one, she looks to Haunt and nods along. "Yes I think we are making a good choice. The others they will follow. It will be good for them it is...." she ponders for a moment. ...

Bug:   It had been nearly a day since he'd parted ways with his makeshift party. Good riddance, he supposed, they hadn't been much help to begin with. While resting within the dungeon hadn't been ideal, he finally felt ready to try and head back to the surface, though doing so alone was certainly more difficult.  Still, he had Wart, and though the toad w...

Frisk heard it before it happened — the long, low, faraway groan of some old mechanism reawakened, somewhere deep below them. The room trembled. The dust clinging to the walls, to the workbench they'd been shuffling through, shivered and separated and hung in the air instead. She jerked her head up from the workbench, the ancient, rusting human's tools forgotten. "Something's—" Too late. The groan grew until it had seized the entire room. The floor rattled bene...

Splatterpunk [They/Them] wc: 127   The path wound with a slight incline - Splatterpunk stepping lightly, scanning the tiles of brickwork. They were at the head of the loose grouping of four, and scanned the ceiling for hazards, as Moritz often did when training them. Flume wound around their front legs, minding not to leave burns.   A round doorway dipped ...