Hello everyone, first before reading what follows, there are a few simple things you need to know and rules to respect.
1) You need to create a character with a flaw or a sin. You were not damned for nothing. But that does not stop you from playing an ancient paladin who was tricked in signing his soul away.
2) This is a hardcore "campaign", thus your char can die permanetly, it can have members severed, removed/added to him.
3) This session is mature. You need to be at ease with gore, violence, torture, mental torments, loss of sanity, adult-oriented innuendoes and any other horrors you may encounter.
4) You can play the dirty one and backstab your comrade, but for that you need to contact me in pm before the session and explain why and how. You can also be a soul who was ripped of its purity and wish to regain it as well.
5) Have fun.
Dead RisingSparks of life lost in the eternal darkness of their torments. Soul stripped of their carnal essence, most of them ripped apaprt in gruesome acts or countless tortures, having the spirit forced to watch as what once was their body ends up as a pile of gore and goo. Souls lost into the eternal suffering, changed into a wailing tree crying and yelling their damnation. Changed into the very stone encasted into an iron wall of a lost Layer. A disfigurated glutonous spirit trapped under a marsh, forced to feed upon defecations. The horrors of the Layers are nameless. But you, start to realise something is different. Things have changes since the last five years, face appeared and disappeared as the Hells were reshaped. You were there for maybe a few hours, or centuries, you do not know anymore, all you remember is your torment, your punishment for your sins. But you awake, and you feel that your body reshape itself. But mostly not fully as it was, tainted by your mountless tortures and sufferings. A vain person is faceless, a gluttonous so fat it can barely walk, a berseker having his eyes constantly cry rivers of blood, a thief lacking a hand... You are not too sure wht is happening to you, but one thing is certain: Someone woke you. These burning eyes you saw in your head, that ripped you out of your horrors, challenging you. What you know is that you have a challenge at hand, and that you mostly are not alone in the race... if it is a race. And all you can do right now is roar and yell your agony and pain that was accumulated in you for all this time and to walk, to join the scarlet dance, either for salavation, or to improve your current position.
The Devil is rising his Army of Damned, be wary, for the Devil roams around, seeking whom he may devour.