Solitary Defilement: RotBlack Sludge (solo game)
In a dying world...
As the echoing screams reverberate down the hall, the heavy atmosphere inside the prison seems to thicken. The rhythmic clang of the guard's baton against the metal gate adds to the tension, punctuating the air with a foreboding rhythm.
In the dimly lit corridor, the figure in the dark robe stands imposingly, a sinister silhouette against the shadows. The man's presence exudes an aura of mystery and danger, sending shivers down the spines of those who catch sight of him.
Inside the cell, Urm's fervent prayers are abruptly interrupted by the jarring sound of the guard's intrusion. His eyes snap open, wide with a mix of surprise and irritation. Prayer is his solace, his sanctuary in the bleakness of prison life, and he despises any disruption to this sacred ritual.
GUARD: "You are chosen by the seer herself. Grab him and take him to her."
With a deep breath to steady his nerves, Urm rises slowly from his knees, his gaze locked on the gate where the guard stands. Despite the fear that gnaws at his insides, there's a flicker of defiance in his eyes, a silent protest against the intrusion on his moment of peace. Two guards enter and place a bag over his head. URM tries to fight this but he is not strong enough to escape.
The door creaks open, and Urm is roughly thrown into the dimly lit room. His body crashes against the hard floor, sending a jolt of pain through him as he struggles to orient himself in the darkness.
As he regains his bearings, Urm's heart pounds with a mixture of fear and defiance. The events unfolding around him are shrouded in mystery, and he can't shake the sense that he's been thrust into something far beyond his control.
Slowly, he rises to his feet, his muscles tense and ready for whatever may come next. The room feels suffocating, the air heavy with anticipation as he waits for the next move in this twisted game of fate. But despite the uncertainty that looms over him, Urm knows one thing for certain - he will not go down without a fight.
The dim light casts eerie shadows as Urm's eyes adjust to the figure before him. The silhouette seems to glide across the floor, moving with an otherworldly grace that sends a shiver down Urm's spine. She is dressed in black attire, with a mask adorning her face, featuring a glowing green eye on her forehead.
The SEER: "You will do! Urm. Yes? Oh Yes! The Heretical Priest."
Her voice drips with disdain as she utters his name, the words punctuated by a disdainful spit.
Urm's jaw clenches at the venom in her tone, but he meets her gaze with steely determination. Despite the darkness that surrounds them, he refuses to let fear consume him.
THE SEER: "The King's one true heir, his son Aldon is missing. You will find him! I fear Aldon maybe unwilling to leave this place. I fear none have unwillingly escaped the Accursed Den!"
Rotsludge Black [Solo]
This solo game I used Mörk Borg as the main rules, accompanied by Pocket Scvm and used /Hack for the combat. Combat will be similar to Cairn, no roll to-hit we just roll damage and depending if the damage die gives a critical or fumble outcome.
Our character Urm, the heretical priest, prisoner next in line of execution. However, his fate is not sealed yet. He will need to find Aldon.
Urm, has a staff and a bag that fits up to 7 items.
Urm
| HP | 5 |
| STR | +1 |
| PRE | +1 |
| AGI | +1 |
| TOU | -1 |