[closed - event] i don't understand how you're gone

[adelicateflame]

Characters: the Damsels.
Date: They awake the morning of the 3rd.
Summary: The adventures of the captive damsels aboard the ship Labrys.
Warnings: None at this moment.

[The morning is rising, the early sun spreading streaks of red and gold out across the surrounding cloudscape, thin beams penetrating the wooden Labrys, spilling across its planks. It is an unfamiliar place that you will awaken in, one filled with the creaking of wood and the musical rattle of dried out bones. Did you think those skeletons carting you off in the night were a dream? Well, now you know for certain. Now you sit in a cage, cold steel surrounding you and cold steel at ankles and wrists. You are a captive.

And soon enough, your captor's shadow falls over you. Her dark hair is wind-tousled, her skin a silken brown. And she is smiling.]

Good morning, ladies.



[[ooc; We have below some basic headers for NPC involvement, you are not restricted to them in the least! If you start up threads with 3 or more involved, try to keep to a hazy tagging order, maybe don't jump anyone more than twice!]]

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[adelicateflame]

[The interior of the ship is much larger than it appears from the outside, that is for certain. There is a natural inclination of its layout to lead you deeper. The upper levels of the ship are well-lit, there are many iron-laced windows to let in the sun and many lanterns that burn without any discernible fuel. Those spaces that are not behind locked door are dusty and mainly empty. The great murals and statuettes on the walls -- queens with jeweled hairs and tokens of power in their grasp, snakes and bull-horns; bronze weapons with edges that can cut -- are easy to see, if aged.

Descending deeper, the wooden ship becomes swollen and wet, and these murals have long since cracked and peeled away, leaving no real signposts. The deeper one goes, the more rotted and lichen-encrusted it becomes. Growing darker and more tangled, more tenuous. There are many treasures below, but those unfamiliar with the ship will have to hope a skeleton will come along to help them back. Doors that you were certain opened to the staircase back up will reveal themselves to be just another dripping corridor.

Mapping these lower levels is a futile exercise. It doesn't seem that they are entirely stationary. It is a labyrinth that will try to swallow you, by whatever means necessary.]