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Thread: For the love of gold (LunarCinnamon & Courtney)

The riddle in this first chamber hadn't been a particularly fair one to begin with, as after all there had been no mention of either the spell's effect or what the seals were. In the end it simply came down to which sounded less ominous, a spell or a seal. Perhaps in the end though it was a slight misreading that served Emily well, as indeed she was mistaken if she thought she was ringing the bell in order to break a spell. But all the same, she had pulled the cord once. A sonorous peal of brass sounded through the chamber, and at first it seemed as though nothing had happened, for a few long seconds at least. Then, a section of the wall next to the bell started to make a grinding noise, before sinking into the floor. A hidden doorway! It was completely dark in the newly revealed room, but the light cast from this chamber revealed what looked like a corridor. All of a sudden the second room performed the same trick as the first, rows of torches coming to life in a flash of light. As the glare settled, the figure of a woman, or something a little like a woman, would be visible standing in the opening between the room Emily was in and the corridor. She looked distinctly displeased to see the human. The creature was about the same height as the redhead in front of her, if you excluded the fact that she had a pair of eight inch tall curled horns protruding from the top of her blonde head. The folded wings behind her only served to make her rather slim frame seem impressively large, adding to the impression that the horns gave. If that hadnt been enough, she was also wearing a suit of armour, though what use a suit of armour so scandalously revealing might be was certainly questionable. Still, it added to the air of menace around her, as she folded her arms and blocked the hallway ahead. You should be proud of yourself she announced in a sardonic tone, voice smooth as silk and a little husky. You managed to avoid being killed in the very first chamber, no doubt youre sure that makes you worthy of my mistress treasure. Mores the pity though, my job would have been much simpler if youd simply gone and died, be a dear and give that bell a second ring would you? It would be a great service to me if you did No? Very well. With a sigh the woman, or judging by her appearance, demon, announced in a tone that was somehow both bored sounding and theatrical. You have stand before the realm of the Heretic Queen, a place from which none may return alive, lest at the cost of their sanity. Leave now and your trespass will be forgiven. Should you instead choose to enter, you will find yourself in a labyrinth, inhabited by creatures who wish to forestall you, traps to waylay you, and tricks to beguile you. What say you, mortal? Tapping her foot the demoness added in a more conversational tone And do try to decide quickly, the sooner you get on with it the sooner I can leave you to your fate.
Thread: For the love of gold (LunarCinnamon & Courtney)

Emily stepped back with a start at the grinding of stone next to her. She watched as a secret door way revealed an even more secret tunnel. It illuminated itself much like the last entry way had. Though this entrance seemed to hold something more sentient than a bell or a riddle. Emily squinted through the darkness before the torches finally illuminated what almost looked to be a human woman. Save for, of course, the huge horns and the very obvious ominous aura around her. Emily placed a hand upon the sword on her hip, though she did not remove it yet from it's sheath. Emily thought the woman in front of her to be some sort of demon, perhaps a succubus. But that couldn't be right could it? The horns on her head had to be some sort of strange armor to match the already scantily clad woman's attire. It wasn't until Emily finally saw the creatures wings that she realized she was just trying to spare herself from admitting she was wrong about such beings. Emily looked toward the bell once more, eyeing it at the creatures words before her. Who would have thought she could have died in this room already. Whatever the witch was hiding had to be good. For Emily though it was more about proving everyone else wrong down at the base of the mountain rather than acquiring gold. But, now that she herself had been proven wrong, she supposed the lust for riches was still a thought somewhere in her mind. The adventurer stepped away from the bell with a shake of her head at even the thought of ringing it again. It was clearly a death sentence to do such a thing. After 3 long weeks of traveling, Emily refused to end it here. At the end of the womans... or rather, at the end of the creatures speech, Emily stepped forward. She was unsure whether she was supposed to wait for this woman to leave, or if perhaps she was to fight her. She wasn't even entirely sure whether she was to go through this path way. But, she supposed it there was someone blocking it off, it must be important. So, with another step forward, she found herself approaching the doorway, I choose to enter. Her hand rested upon her sword as she did, eyeing the creature before her with a determination, if not a minor fascination. She looked much larger due to her additional attributes, but upon further speculation she was just as tall as Emily. She was scantily clad in armor that Emily was sure would do nothing to protect herself. This creature probably happened to be demonic though, if her wings said anything about her. As far as Emily knew from myths, demons didn't exactly need clothing, let alone armor. With her foot past the doorway, Emily grabbed another torch off the wall, eyeing the creature before her before letting a bit of her pride melt away as she spoke up, I suppose I am to travel this way in to the maze, correct?
Thread: For the love of gold (LunarCinnamon & Courtney)

When the humans hand stayed on her sword during her approach the demon didnt seem to particularly care. She eyed the piece of steel nonchalantly before seeming to dismiss it completely and focus her attention back on the womans face. Whether she was disappointed or excited at the prospect of the girl entering there was no hint on her face, even when the human informed her of the decision to continue onwards. Before she could respond though Emily had grabbed a torch from the wall, and would learn her first lesson about this strange maze. The moment the flaming torch left the sconce on the wall it winked out, the flame vanishing and not even leaving so much as a thin wisp of smoke, leaving the human holding nothing more useful than a slightly charred length of wood. Everything in this maze belongs in its place the demoness pointed out If you remove it from that place, its magic will fail. With hands quicker and stronger than Emily could do anything about, the armoured creature grabbed the torch from her hand and thrust it back into place on the wall where it once again burst into flame. Seeming to forget the entire exchange, the woman moved back to Emilys request to enter. Very well she casually responded, still sounding more apathetic than anything else, but then slowly a grin spread onto her face as she seemed to realise something. Two hundred years is a very long time, little human, all of the creatures who would have eaten you are likely dead from starvation by now, many of the mechanical traps rusted into uselessness. That only leaves the other kind of danger down here. With a smile the demon took a step back into the corridor, providing a little more space for Emily to enter. Personally Im not one to enjoy a death, and I had assumed that was how youd end up before very long, but now Im not certain. I think that I shall watch you, little human, you may prove entertaining. All of the torches suddenly went dark for a moment, the sudden plunge into darkness enough to disorientate anyone. Two seconds later they roared up into life again, and the hallway now stood empty, no sign of the demonic woman who been standing there just an instant ago. This did allow Emily a better view of the place though, really letting her see the layout. What had looked like a simple, straight corridor before actually turned out to be a room in the shape of a large Y. Where Emily was standing at the entrance to the room there was a twenty-foot long and five foot wide passageway of carved stone walls, which towards the end branched into two twin shorter corridors leading away at angles a door at the end of each as well as another brass bell. The doors were made of solid stone, far too heavy to try and move by hand, and far too strong to try and break with force. It looked as if a person would need to ring one of the bells to open the corresponding door. Standing near one of the bells would stop a person from being able to see the other doorway, and there was no telling what would happen when a bell was rung. That only left a choice then, which doorway left, or right?
Thread: For the love of gold (LunarCinnamon & Courtney)

Emily nearly dropped the torch when it flickered out, not expecting it to do so. Well, she supposed with the demons words, it made sense. So, it'd be best not to touch anything, Emily decided. She did not reach again for a torch, rather, she kept her hands at her sides. Emily was positive now she was not yet in the maze, although she figured it would be just down the corridor. The woman's expression in front of her changed from blank apathy to sadistic amusement in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Emily had figured with magic touching the place, all of the traps and monsters would still be intact. Apparently not so. Well, at least she didn't need to worry about being eaten, that was one way to die scratched off the list. And she wouldn't have to worry about being trapped in anything that required movement from mechanical contraptions. Another way to die happily avoided. Emily wondered though if that other kind of danger mentioned was what she thought it was what she'd been warned about, or if it was something entirely different. From the looks of this demoness though, she figured it must be what she had heard of. That couldn't possibly be much of a problem... could it? Emily was about to respond to the woman's statement but the torches flickering out startled her yet again, and with a small gasp, she opened her eyes to see no one with her. She was alone again. With another look around, she watched the torches light up again by, well, magic. She left them where they were though, they were on the wall for a reason after all. The corridor itself was in truth a room with what seemed to be two separate exits. Emily guessed this maze was nothing like the benevolent one in the old King's gardens made of thornless flowers and hedges. This one instead was about riddles and puzzles and, clearly, luck. There were no plaques this time, simply another bell and two very large doors that seemed impossible to open on her own. Emily hadn't any clue how a bell was going to open them but she supposed it was long time to stop worrying about the logistics of magic. With a look around she finally decided on going to the left. With a deep breath and a hand on her sword, she run the bell, awaiting the door to open and preparing herself for whatever was behind it.
Thread: For the love of gold (LunarCinnamon & Courtney)

Emily was right about one thing already, in some portions of this maze there really was no way to tell which was the right way, as the witch who had built it was hardly concerned with mundane and trivial concepts such as fairness. She was rather more invested in punishing interlopers and defending her own treasure, and more importantly still her research. As it turned out she also had one more lesson to learn before truly heading on her way, and it would soon become very apparent. As the bell rung out, the door on the left side of the hallway in front of the human trembled, then slid down into a groove in the floor, leaving just an empty, open doorway. At the exact same time, as if by a counterweight, the door which shed come in through in the first place, the one leading out of the Y-shaped room and towards the outside world, closed. Apparently not all the mechanical intricacies of this place had stopped working, and if the demon had lied or simply been wrong about that much then it was clear that Emily couldnt simply trust everything that she was told. It was possible that she had bigger problems right now though, as the room in front of her had now been revealed. For the most part, like the previous two rooms, this chamber was bare and lit by simple torches. There was more decoration in here though, paintings on the stone walls, and a pedestal near the door at the opposite side of the square room, about twenty feet away. There was even what looked to be a sort of abstract pink rug which moved. That was certainly no rug! The uneven shape coalesced for a moment, and rather than being a sort of spread it blob it took the shape of a slender, yet busty woman, made entirely out of some sort of viscous pink fluid. The creature flexed and let out a slight yawn, before curling up again on the floor to sleep, now maintaining her human-like shape. That was when something inside its body, actually inside, glistened and caught the light from the torches. There was something metal inside its left breast, and a glance towards the pedestal would likely confirm the humans fear. The pedestal had a small recess carved into it, which looked suspiciously like a key-hole. That thing inside the slimy woman must be the key which fits it. Letting out a little snore, the creature rolled into its back, bare breasts presented upwards, showing the shape beneath the translucent surface of its body.
Thread: For the love of gold (LunarCinnamon & Courtney)

There was a moment as soon as the humans hand touched the liquid creature where it gave a little moan in its sleep. The sound was not quite clear, and equally it could have been a little moan of pleasure, or of protest at sleep being disturbed. All the same though, the pink goopy woman didnt do more than shift a little in her slumber, not going to far as to wake up despite the very intimate touch. Even when Emily did what some people might say was unthinkable and actually pushed her hand inside the creatures body, it did little more than writhe around a little and let out a few whimpers. The gloves would keep the humans hands dry of course, but there was no mistaking the warmth that came through the leather, whatever this creature was, it was warm blooded. Well warm bodied, it didnt actually seemed to have blood or veins at all. Pushing through it seemed to give more resistance than the liquid body should really have provided, feeling more like a viscous goo or slime than anything runny. All the same, Emily would manage to do what she had set out to do. Her fingers reached the key, and then closed around them. The pink eyelids of the goo creature snapped open, her mouth breaking into a wide grin. Gotcha she announced gleefully, before bringing up both of her hands and placing them on Emilys arm. Shed only been pretending to sleep the doors in this place werent exactly quiet, and the torches all seemed to come on only when they were needed so of course the goo girl would have known that she wasnt alone. She seemed to only be resting her hands on the humans arm, not actually trying to hold it in place. After all, as Emily would find out if she tried to pull free, the inside of the creatures body was like glue, hard to get away from once you were in. So you want my key? Its a very pretty key why should I give it to you? the creature teased, if anything actually sounding playful rather than angry to see an intruder two hundred years is a long time to get bored.
Thread: For the love of gold (LunarCinnamon & Courtney)

The sounds the creature made as Emily slid her hand inside it's chest flushed her cheeks. It almost sounded, to the adventurer anyhow, like she was... enjoying it? Could she perhaps be one of the more hands on traps that Emily had heard about? Such a thought made her immediately regret putting her hand in it's chest but, she'd grabbed a hold of the key. And that's what mattered. Now all that was left to do was slide her hand out and... wait a moment? She was sure it wasn't so sticky when she'd slid her hand in? She began to panic momentarily. Emily jerked her hand, trying her very hardest to pull free upon hearing the monsters voice. But to no avail. The woman's insides if they could be called that were most definitely like glue. Emily resigned to allowing the creature to hold on to her arm. It didn't appear to want to do much else. Or perhaps Emily was just trying her very best to ignore the fact that she might be about to die. The goo creature was quite warm, though Emily could not place why. There were no organs inside her that had to be kept at a higher temperature. Nothing inside her that would make her warm. It was a strange mystery... but one the adventurer had no time for. She thought she should have used her sword, grumbling under her breath about it. Emily wasn't sure if she should talk to the creature, or answer it's questions. It's tone was playful, almost as if she were toying with her. But she did not want to fall into a trap, or... another trap anyway. With a glance at her arm, following it down to see the key she'd grabbed hold of, Emily flicked her eyes back up to look at the creature with a stare, I need it, she said simply.
Thread: RP: Crazy In Love ( Horror_Show & Blue Hatter)

Chloe had let one harsh ragged breath out as she collapsed into his cold arms looking up at him with brimmed reddened eyes, her youthful eyes were so full of life, pain, despair and fear. Confusion was written all over her face and being man handled by her dead brother and spoken to on such a different level let her be in his grasp for just a few long moments before she passed out. Her body would be carried easily bridal style, not to her room but to his old room, which was still kept the same, just a little messier. Chloes body would be limp but still pumping with life her body would be so warm, so soft against his own. The blood that ran through her veins was his blood you could see similar facial features they shared. There mother had once long ago been a beautiful young woman, much like Chloe before drugs and the sixties and an abusive husband had taken that all away. Their mother who looked like she was suffering from a hang over barely able to even really function was leaning against the doorway as if seeing a ghost. It cant be. my boy? My precious beautiful golden boy! She exclaimed and stumbled in nearly knocking over a couple things before catching her self. She would bend down almost completely falling on Vincent but he was able to hold her weight effortlessly as she drooled and whimpered about seeing him again. Her hands would roam his body in a fashion that a mothers shouldnt, even if it was seeing her reanimated son. Thankfully Chloe was passed out as this was happening so close within her proximity. They told me you was dead. She cried and began slobbering him with lazy kisses. He had to deal with that for some time before she sobered up enough to see Chloe, her daughter had passed out at the sight of him and with the cold and vacant looks she was getting from her son she was smart enough to go back to the living room where she drank the rest of a bottle. Perhaps she thought she was hallucinating as well. A few hours later Chloe would jolt awake and be gasping trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving in and out. Jerking her head to the right she saw her worse nightmare was real, it wasnt a dream. She felt his icy cold hands holding down her wrists, towered over her. She could smell flesh, not rotting but not incredibly pleasant. Her eyes scanned what was visible, stitched up and bloody scars on his neck and arms. He was in a simple tee and jeans. Oh god She breathed and slowly laid back down looking up at the ceiling. Howhow are you here? How are you alive? She said adverting her eyes fearfully back at him.
Thread: RP: Crazy In Love ( Horror_Show & Blue Hatter)

It was of definitely concern to see Chloe collapse like that and more than a minor annoyance when their mother came up to him. He was worried that she was going to jump him even while he held Chloe but much to his relief she did not and after a little bit she slunk back to the couch to pass out on. Again. He stayed with Chloe, watching over her pretty form as she slept, though perhaps he had been a bit too close and not person in their right mind would have found his gaze and closeness to be rather unnerving. But he didn't think of that, right now he was just far too concerned about Chloe. And as he watched her sleep, his beautiful little sister, many thoughts began to float through his broken mind. Thoughts that he felt horrible for having. The things his mother had done to him, all of those naughty yet pleasurable things... He wanted Chloe to do them to him. Those and so much more. He always had, even before his death, but he never told her, he knew that he never could, he wanted Chloe to have the normal life that he couldn't. Families didn't bed each other, he knew that, and despite his dark desire to do such a thing with Chloe, anyway, he wanted to keep it from her, to keep far away from such things. Maybe that was why he never fought against their mother too much, they were both filthy people, and at least he could get some of his lust out that way... The scent of him was no doubt strong. The scent was not of rotting flesh, not yet anyway, but he could probably stand a shower, he hadn't had one since the day he was killed. But his stench was the farthest thing from his mind right now, especially when she woke up, startling him a little bit. No... scared... he told her softly as his vocal chords did their best to form coherent words. There was undeniable concern in his eyes even when she turned away from him. Was... save'... brough'... back... Well, he hadn't really been saved, not entirely, but it was probably the easiest way to explain the situation, especially when he couldn't talk very well. Come back... you... Love... you... He was trying to tell her that he had come back here to make sure that she was alright and that their mother wasn't doing anything to her, that Chloe was safe, but he wasn't so sure that his message was coming across very well.
Thread: RP: Crazy In Love ( Horror_Show & Blue Hatter)

Chloe stared up at Vincent and stayed silent listening to him struggle to speak. His words were mixed up but she had made out that he had been saved and he came for her, that he loved her? Why did that mean so much than it had before? Was it because he was some sort of re-animated corpse? Pushing up carefully on her elbows she coughed and wiped her mouth of drool. She let her eyes trail up his bare arms up his shirt to his neck. Pulling up she curved her knees leaning on both hands and was observing his poorly stitched together limbs and went wide eyed and had to balance so she didnt fall at the sight. Fucking Christ she breathed and let her eyes go back to his. What fucking happening to you. She barely whispered as her eyes were swelling with tears. Are you? She softly asked holding out her hand hesitantly she was scared to touch him. His sorrowful but desirable gaze let her feel over the thin material to his shirt on his chest. It was cold and hard, no heart beat. She let her hand go to places where pulses would be but felt nothing as her throat got dryer. Fuck she mumbled, it wasnt like her to cuss so much but you could tell how stressed and confused she was. Her hands dropped from his body as she gazed at him.