RolePlay "A fresh Start"

[Argo]

Parrot soars into the air - feathers flying and charges deeper into the chambers screeching - the echo so loud it is becoming painful to the ears - he disappears and just as suddenly there is an eerie silence.

[Meliva]

Emily shouts

Parrot, why didn't you fly up and out, instead of further in?

As she waits for a response, a woman's voice shouts back as some rumbling is heard

Hey, Emily is that you? If it is, head down the left passage, would be nice to have a chat. Course, my creations probably won't like that, but feel free to kill them, I'll make more later.

From the left passage, several giant roaches storm out, a few manage to hop onto some of the undead and begin eating them, both friend and foe alike. Emily shouts in rage and disgust as she starts burning them while trying to ignore the smell

Damn vermin!

[Leo]

Hey wait up!

Black runs to catch up with her but trips over his own robe and lands in a puddle.

What is this stuff? It smells like a combination of mustard and orange juice.

He dips his finger in the liquid and then licks it.

Ahh, this be Pania rum, Known for it's foul taste. Look, there is a trail of it leading into that dark hallway. Emily, don't go that way, come with me to follow the path of disgusting Pania rum! I sense it will lead us right to my gold!

[Meliva]

Emily looks to him and has to fight back laughter, as she see's the trail leads to a rather large bug, which suddenly sprays more of the liquid from it's mouth, knocking most of the group down. From the left passage a robed figure in a mask comes out and watches the group fight the bugs the figure shouts to Emily before slowly walking back down the left passage.

Hey Emily, haven't seen you for a while. How's your family doing? When you finish the bugs off, come and have a chat. Pretty lonely here, and the other folks are not pleasant conversation to be perfectly honest.

[Leo]

Well, now I know how Pania makes their rum!

He stands up and brushes himself off, and then approaches the figure.

Hold up, Emily. Excuse me sir, would you care to tell me your name, occupation, port, address, zip code, mother's maiden name, any illnesses, and why the hell you are soaked in Pania rum?

Black pulls his pistol from it's holster and points it at the figure.

Oh yeah, and can you do that all within the next 15-20 seconds because I don't have a lot of time and I haven't shot anyone all day.

[Meliva]

The figure looks to the gun, and replies in a cheerful voice

Well, It's Ma'am, not sir, first off and second.

The mask flies up, while the robes wrap around Black and start to try to strangle him, while the mask grows a mouth before replying as the left passage seals shut

I'll happily play for a bit if that's what you want. The real me is down the left passage. You can come and talk when you learn some manners. It's quite rude to point a gun at a lady you know.

[Leo]

Pardon me ma'am, but you didn't answer my questions and time's just about up.

Black fires.

[Meliva]

The bullet goes through the mask leaving a small hole in it, before the mask speeds forth and slams into Black's face, and begins biting his lips. The robes slowly wrap around his neck and begin constricting. Emily shouts to Black as she continues burning the roaches

Might wanna cut the robes and smash the mask. A bullet won't be too useful on either of them.

[Leo]

Black, struggling for air, pulls out the dagger he looted from the antique shop earlier in the day and cuts through the robes. He then crumples up the mask and throws it into a corner.

And she says I have bad manners?

[Henry Avery]

This lady. She does not work alone. She reeks of his stench. The creations are made with stolen power.