((I love this word. I love this word so much.))
Claim my precious new whip, give it a test lash. Use Word if attacked.
You run over to the severed tongue and scoop it up. As soon as you get hold of the handle you feel a multitude of tiny spikes sink into your flesh and the sinew of the handle unwinds and wraps itself around your hand, locking itself to you and squeezing your hand closed.
[end:1-1]
Darkness, fluid and alive, seeps into you, flowing through your veins, erupting violently through your flesh, your arm changing as the corruption creeps up to your shoulder. Your flesh twists and darkens, eyes and sucking tapeworm mouths bursting open from the living darkness that consumes your arm. The whip twitches and writhes, new life coming to it.
[will:6-1]
You can feel it in your mind, you can hear it screaming with endless voices, compelling you to kill, to rend flesh. You force them out of your mind...for now.
continue to follow yurf, if we are engaged in combat activate my tattoo and punch the third combatant in the jaw.
well that could have ended badly, let us be away from such evil.
You wrap your arms around Yurf's waist.
"Right behind you, Sailor" You say with a wink.
"Oi, Susie! Give the satanic rituals a rest, will ye'? I dinnae wanna die to some Gods-forsaken freak o' black magic. And ye'! Yes, ye'! The one with the big stick, whatever ye' gotta do up here. Get it done, and get back to wherever ye' came from. I dinnae like visitors."
Continue !!Science!! Say Generic, and if anyone attacks, use Genericia. Glare menacingly at the new occupants of my floor.
((Why is my precious Fourth Floor becoming populated?! The walls are closing in!
Scottish accent is still terrible? Scottish accent is still terrible.))
[pot:3+1]
An assortment of randomly sized bones, rib cages and femurs and vertebra and skulls from all kinds of animals and people and...things you don't recognize... clatters to the ground.
(So far level 4 has been the realm of science while the first level has been the death pit. They're shaking up the natural order. You'll have to move to level 5 sooner or later
)
I swear the background level of evil in here has been steadily rising...
Cast Hocus Pocus!
That looks like something that should horribly backfire.
[pot:5+1]
A single crystal, several feet tall, materializes out of thin air. It's base swells and 10 thin, multi-segmented crystalline legs sprout out. It lifts itself delicately into the air and skitters away toward the east stairs with a sound like wind chimes tinkling
"Huh..."
"aels ratheale no-noheim?" says susan, who decides to go look for the bathrooms.
[6+1]
A strange phantom image of what looks like a bear with wings stuffed into an invisible sphere shimmers into being and then vanishes.
Sorry about not replying yet, I haven't been around.
Look around, assess situation.
"Con-tel Wortheliel!"
You're on the second floor, east stairs. You seem fairly safe and alone, as far as you can tell.
You only have 1 point in channeling, so you can only say one word.
Sanya:Green: Pool:2/3 (lower body turned to wood. Right leg broken off) [Third floor, west stairs]
Phil: Red: pool:1/1 [second floor, east stairs]
YURF(4): Blue: Pool: 0/0 (Right hand mummified,right toe cut off.) [Fourth floor, south stairs]
Possibly: Orange: Pool: 2/2 (some cloth, right arm marked, Right arm living steel) [Fourth floor, hiding behind a rock on north west sidet!
Susan: Yellow: Pool:1/3 [second floor, South stairs]
Thrakor(10): Purple: Pool:2/3 (Bone deep gash in left upper arm. Bandaged but Left arm useless.Right hand made of electricity.)[Fourth floor, North east side, hiding]
Alga: Light blue: Pool:2/2 (right arm Corrupted.) [third floor, on west stairs]
Waldo: Dark red: Pool:3/3 (right hand marked)[Forth floor, south stairs]