Tristan Providence
07-10-2007, 05:38
Princess Clíodhna hunkered near a window in the back of the transport. Sobbing uncontrollably she watched the darkness of space through the window. The dark black vacuum of space seemed to consume her heart. Hours pasted as Clíodhna gazed out the window blankly. After what seemed like an eternity, she could see a small dot in the distance. The ship neared this small red dot, as it did the small dot morphed into a huge menacing ball of fire and ash. Imehezo, the Dark World of the Gate as named by the profits of old, was a Hell-like planet were all manner of evil abide. The dark ship began to descend through the atmosphere. Clíodhna‘s eyes were filled with terrorized wonder as the volcanic surface of the planet neared. The transport headed down towards a huge ominous palace. The palace seemed to glow a red huge. Numerous turrets and towers of the palace were by themselves, taller than the surrounding mountains. A landing pad in the center tower lit up to guide the transport in. The shadowy ship slowed down and dropped its landing gear. It hovered before it sat down on the pad. 2 guards walked towards the craft and stood on each side of a ramp lowered from the ship. The hatch to the transport opened and Princess Clíodhna walked down. Her eyes were red from the constant crying. 4 minions escorted the princess to the main cambers of the palace. The halls of the palace were atramentous and shadowy. There seemed to be hardly any light. The princess’ eyes ached as she tried to see were she was walking. From the constant crying and trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness, her eyes felt as if they would fall out. One of the evil creatures shoved her so she would walk faster. She shrieked as the cold clammy hands of the creature touched her arm. Princess Clíodhna was never a tom boy. She strayed away from gross and dirty things. Most small lizards and insects appalled her. They continued down the never ending hall that was filled with darkness.
The princess and her escorts walked down a spiral stairway. It seemed as if the darkness was getting deeper. Down, down, down they descended. Deeper and deeper into the black earth of the planet. They soon reached a dungeon at least 30 meters down in the surface of the planet. Princess Clíodhna was filled with horror at what she saw. Numerous torture devices lined the walls. Men and women from many races were being abused by the evil dungeon guards. Shrills of pain and terror filled this evil place. This was one of the few times that Princess Clíodhna stopped crying, due to the immense terror. The minions took the princess and threw her violently into a prison cell at the end of the block. Their was no light, only darkness. Screams and cries filled the air of this most vile and evil of places. The princess picked her battered and bruised body off of the cold damp cell floor and huddled in a corner. She closed her eyes, hoping all of this was just a bad dream.
OOC: If you have any ideas, or ways you think you can contribute to this rp, just Telegram me. If you have any comment or suggestions (good or bad), I’d love to hear them. If you think that this is really crappy and my grammer and spelling sucks. Please let me know so I an correct it. Post your comments here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=539538).
The princess and her escorts walked down a spiral stairway. It seemed as if the darkness was getting deeper. Down, down, down they descended. Deeper and deeper into the black earth of the planet. They soon reached a dungeon at least 30 meters down in the surface of the planet. Princess Clíodhna was filled with horror at what she saw. Numerous torture devices lined the walls. Men and women from many races were being abused by the evil dungeon guards. Shrills of pain and terror filled this evil place. This was one of the few times that Princess Clíodhna stopped crying, due to the immense terror. The minions took the princess and threw her violently into a prison cell at the end of the block. Their was no light, only darkness. Screams and cries filled the air of this most vile and evil of places. The princess picked her battered and bruised body off of the cold damp cell floor and huddled in a corner. She closed her eyes, hoping all of this was just a bad dream.
OOC: If you have any ideas, or ways you think you can contribute to this rp, just Telegram me. If you have any comment or suggestions (good or bad), I’d love to hear them. If you think that this is really crappy and my grammer and spelling sucks. Please let me know so I an correct it. Post your comments here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=539538).