A - Scouting (Possible Razorblade Sentinel ambush encounter)
[ This isn't his first time chasing a macabre signal to an abandoned facility and, sadly, it's starting to look like it won't be his last either.
He walks the perimeter systematically, going to the left so his sword arm is facing towards the facility, and moving in such a way that it's always within his field of view as he assessed the area.
Every now and again he stops and looks at the looming structure, eyes darting between each opening, edge, window, gaping hole, even so much as a crack didn't go unchecked. He was on edge, or perhaps he's hunting, either way this was clearly getting serious. ]
....I feel eyes on us...
[ He says out loud, just enough of others near him to hear, but a whisper to whatever maybe out there. ]
B - Inside the Warehouse
[ As expected, visibility is horrendous inside. Rays of moonlight peeking through gaps and windows, casting a ghostly glow around the fringes of the facility, the constant electric hum threatening to make careless minds wander or stray, and the shadows of each abandoned machine making shapes of enemies unseen. Further in, however, the light barely punctures the dark and its only made worse by constant electric hum and the still dead air.
He keeps his wits about him but these things they were hunting were unpredictable, and worse was that he couldn't get a read on whether they acted out of some animalistic action or there was some method to their madness. Their resemblance to the terrors from his world were uncanny and this was unsettling, just like the situation he's found himself in.
He's in a large room with a steel walkway and staircase, perched on the handrail with the moonlight at his back casting a silvery in room as he loomed over like an irrate gargoyle. His blade is drawn from the rise and fall of his shoulders, he's getting worked hard. ]
Hey! Don't come in here! Don't -!!
[ He warned as your figure appeared in the door way, at the same time, something shot out the darkness which he parried while leaping off the rail and onto the rickety walkway. He retreated backwards into the dark between broken windows where the fighting suddenly grew more intense as his blade clashed with more steel, then receding to three blade like tentacles takings jabs at him when he stepped into a ray of moonlight. With quick movement he parried and knotted the three tentacles together before jumping off the walkway and into the moonlight. The tentacles suddenly gone and silence around the room. ]
BISHOP | OC |
[ This isn't his first time chasing a macabre signal to an abandoned facility and, sadly, it's starting to look like it won't be his last either.
He walks the perimeter systematically, going to the left so his sword arm is facing towards the facility, and moving in such a way that it's always within his field of view as he assessed the area.
Every now and again he stops and looks at the looming structure, eyes darting between each opening, edge, window, gaping hole, even so much as a crack didn't go unchecked. He was on edge, or perhaps he's hunting, either way this was clearly getting serious. ]
....I feel eyes on us...
[ He says out loud, just enough of others near him to hear, but a whisper to whatever maybe out there. ]
B - Inside the Warehouse
[ As expected, visibility is horrendous inside. Rays of moonlight peeking through gaps and windows, casting a ghostly glow around the fringes of the facility, the constant electric hum threatening to make careless minds wander or stray, and the shadows of each abandoned machine making shapes of enemies unseen. Further in, however, the light barely punctures the dark and its only made worse by constant electric hum and the still dead air.
He keeps his wits about him but these things they were hunting were unpredictable, and worse was that he couldn't get a read on whether they acted out of some animalistic action or there was some method to their madness. Their resemblance to the terrors from his world were uncanny and this was unsettling, just like the situation he's found himself in.
He's in a large room with a steel walkway and staircase, perched on the handrail with the moonlight at his back casting a silvery in room as he loomed over like an irrate gargoyle. His blade is drawn from the rise and fall of his shoulders, he's getting worked hard. ]
Hey! Don't come in here! Don't -!!
[ He warned as your figure appeared in the door way, at the same time, something shot out the darkness which he parried while leaping off the rail and onto the rickety walkway. He retreated backwards into the dark between broken windows where the fighting suddenly grew more intense as his blade clashed with more steel, then receding to three blade like tentacles takings jabs at him when he stepped into a ray of moonlight. With quick movement he parried and knotted the three tentacles together before jumping off the walkway and into the moonlight. The tentacles suddenly gone and silence around the room. ]
It's in the dark! Stay away from the dark!