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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2021 5:31:10 GMT -5
His partner may have finally made her way up into the room; he wasn't quite sure yet. His senses were all blurred and all that remained were noises and light. At this point the frustration was beginning to boil over; just what the hell was going on with him right now? Whatever he was looking for just wasn't here! He threw down the final bookshelf to reveal nothing at all? It was over. He fell down back to his knees and could feel cold, outstretched fingers grasping at his temple. And then a whisper emanated through out the room.
Whatever was reaching out to him he wanted no part of; he wasn't going out like this. He started frantically tapping on the wall looking for a missed sign. He was losing hope that he would find anything but then finally a sound. A new sound; the sound of something hollow. At this side of the wall there was something hidden. Without hesitation he punched into the wall and instead of being met by the harsh outside he found a hidden area. He quickly tore down the think layer of plater which had been put up and revealed the hidden space.
It was very small, having only enough room to fit a desk and a chair. On that chair sat a skeleton whose bones themselves were beginning to fade. This person, whoever they were, had been dead for a very long time. The architecture of the room didn't make any sense. The patterns which followed along the wall and the materials the furniture were made out of didn't match anything else in the tower. It's as if this room was captured in it's own period of time, and then preserved while the rest of the world changed around it.
When he looked down at the material he had ripped of the wall he found indentations which appeared to be scratches. It's as if someone built the wall around them, while they were still inside. Slumped in their chair it's clear at one point they must have resigned to their fate. But could anything in here help the Namek? He hastily threw the chair, as well as the body in it, to the ground and pulled the drawers from the desk to reveal a notebook. It was still full of pages; somehow it had been maintained while everything else around it crumbled.
He quickly opened the notebook to the first page and instantly another wave of nausea befell him, but this time it was different. The language used in the book was unlike anything he had come across at this point; it wasn't even a form of hieroglyphics. Whatever it was he couldn't make it out at all but this presence he felt inside his mind could, and it didn't like it at all. He could physically feel the claws which once gripped his soul slowly release and retreat away. Whatever dark arts this book contained had done the trick.
He still felt weak, but for the time being he had control of his body again. Now someone had to answer for all of this. He was barely able to stand; having to grab a hold of the desk to pull himself up. Once on his feet and quickly lunged at Phakk but was horribly inaccurate with his attempt. Instead he fell to the ground to the side of her and starting to rant. "Just what the hell... did you do to me? I... I need to get out of this place. Whatever evil you put on me... it'll consume us. It'll consume everything."
PL: 6,800 - No Techs - No Items - 6KP - 0MP
Phakk
Whatever was reaching out to him he wanted no part of; he wasn't going out like this. He started frantically tapping on the wall looking for a missed sign. He was losing hope that he would find anything but then finally a sound. A new sound; the sound of something hollow. At this side of the wall there was something hidden. Without hesitation he punched into the wall and instead of being met by the harsh outside he found a hidden area. He quickly tore down the think layer of plater which had been put up and revealed the hidden space.
It was very small, having only enough room to fit a desk and a chair. On that chair sat a skeleton whose bones themselves were beginning to fade. This person, whoever they were, had been dead for a very long time. The architecture of the room didn't make any sense. The patterns which followed along the wall and the materials the furniture were made out of didn't match anything else in the tower. It's as if this room was captured in it's own period of time, and then preserved while the rest of the world changed around it.
When he looked down at the material he had ripped of the wall he found indentations which appeared to be scratches. It's as if someone built the wall around them, while they were still inside. Slumped in their chair it's clear at one point they must have resigned to their fate. But could anything in here help the Namek? He hastily threw the chair, as well as the body in it, to the ground and pulled the drawers from the desk to reveal a notebook. It was still full of pages; somehow it had been maintained while everything else around it crumbled.
He quickly opened the notebook to the first page and instantly another wave of nausea befell him, but this time it was different. The language used in the book was unlike anything he had come across at this point; it wasn't even a form of hieroglyphics. Whatever it was he couldn't make it out at all but this presence he felt inside his mind could, and it didn't like it at all. He could physically feel the claws which once gripped his soul slowly release and retreat away. Whatever dark arts this book contained had done the trick.
He still felt weak, but for the time being he had control of his body again. Now someone had to answer for all of this. He was barely able to stand; having to grab a hold of the desk to pull himself up. Once on his feet and quickly lunged at Phakk but was horribly inaccurate with his attempt. Instead he fell to the ground to the side of her and starting to rant. "Just what the hell... did you do to me? I... I need to get out of this place. Whatever evil you put on me... it'll consume us. It'll consume everything."
PL: 6,800 - No Techs - No Items - 6KP - 0MP
Phakk
