This is a continuation of an RP started on the Embers of Soteria Server
The role play starts in the Hearts Refuge Inn where a little girl of some other-worldly origin is sitting and upsetting the guests. Several guests come down to find out what’s going on, to find her laugh sends shivers down their spines and rather than eyes, she looks at them with blank, dark holes where eyes should be. She tells everyone she wants to play. Some characters try to talk to her, others try to attack, but either way the group sends up in the Severed Realm, a place most of them are unfamiliar with.
The group must then contend with the fact that this demonic little girl is bent on “playing” with them, which to her seems to mean hurting and torturing them. The group manages to look around while the little girl is distracted trying to find more “playmates” for them, during this time they find a decaying soldier with a cut down the middle of his skull, oozing green goo, and smelling of rot. He promises to be their guide to the Well of Forever, where supposedly they can meet Osyn, the Protector of the Dead and Dying who can transport them back to the world as they know it.
They take respite in a cave where they find remains of 3 groups of people, each one older than the previous. While there, Kryter finds a journal of one which expresses misgivings toward their guide, as that group was found by someone promising to be their guide as well. She then convinces the others - who already have misgivings about the guide - to leave the cave and strike out on their own.
The group has left the relative safety of the cave, the journal that Kryter has is brittle and needs to be handled with care, especially in the heat of the sky, there appears to be no sun in the cursed place, but there is light everywhere. Shadows are virtually nonexistent in the endless roiling clouds giving the heat and humidity an even more oppressive feel to it. Keeping direction is difficult without a landmark.
Upon reading the journal further, Kryter finds there are notes, however, that the clouds never seem to change direction. The author of the journal talks about how it is almost like they are being expelled from the Well, at least that is how they describe it in vivid yet possibly imaginary detail. Describing it to be some vast volcano spewiing forth the clouds above.
So what do you all do now?