The TAR responded almost immediately, "The Follower will take you to you new Master. Do not stray from the path, or your Safety cannot be guaranteed."
From behind the TAR there rolled a small, mouse like golem with a long tail that held a blinking red light. From it echoed the simple phrase, "Follow, Follow!" Over and over until Marlay began to follow after. Their journey would being first by crossing around the TAR, exiting out the doors behind into the Courtyard. When Marlay began to walk down the path the spirits of this place would grown restless, their moans of warning, despair and anger growing louder as invisible fingers pulled at her hair, her clothing, and if she strayed too close to the iron bars they would try to pull her off the path entirely.
At a divide in the path the Follower would take the right fork, leading toward the largest structure in the Citadel, the Gug Andjak. Through the entry way the golem would travel up a slanted ramp that served as stairs in the Citadel, going higher and higher, passing each level witch had etched into the wall the levels number. If Marlay was observant she might notice that the ground floor was curiously labeled Floor 22, and the higher they went the smaller the numbers got until finally they arrived on the 7th level of the structure. Exiting the stairs the golem would take Marlay to the area where the common labs could be found, depositing her in front of Lab 7-G.
"Destination reached!" it said before rolling away once more.
Should Marlay choose to open the door she would find a strange sight. A man, human, strapped to a chair, gagged with leather, with wide frightened eyes. Bent over him, with his back to her, stood another man who held his hands on either side of the human's head. Though he was never touched, the human strapped down began to convulse, eyes rolling back into his head as his skin visibly paled, thick blue veins appearing over his skin as if something were draining all of the life out of him. Eventually he would stop moving, and with a grunt the one who stood over the prisoner would grown, "Petching little shyte died too quick. Didn't see anything with that one..."
More grumbles as he turned, revealing the face of what looked like a very sickly, very decrepit old man with a long gray beard. His back was stooped and hunched, his movements slowed and shuffling. Eyes were set back deep into dark sockets, and skin stretched tight over bone so that he looked more a skull with whiskers than an actual human face. With eyes narrowing he would shuffle forward, reaching a hand out as he whispered, "And who... are you?"
OOCFeel free to start making threads in Sahova with the assumption you get the position. I will be back in a week so I will respond to your reply then
From behind the TAR there rolled a small, mouse like golem with a long tail that held a blinking red light. From it echoed the simple phrase, "Follow, Follow!" Over and over until Marlay began to follow after. Their journey would being first by crossing around the TAR, exiting out the doors behind into the Courtyard. When Marlay began to walk down the path the spirits of this place would grown restless, their moans of warning, despair and anger growing louder as invisible fingers pulled at her hair, her clothing, and if she strayed too close to the iron bars they would try to pull her off the path entirely.
At a divide in the path the Follower would take the right fork, leading toward the largest structure in the Citadel, the Gug Andjak. Through the entry way the golem would travel up a slanted ramp that served as stairs in the Citadel, going higher and higher, passing each level witch had etched into the wall the levels number. If Marlay was observant she might notice that the ground floor was curiously labeled Floor 22, and the higher they went the smaller the numbers got until finally they arrived on the 7th level of the structure. Exiting the stairs the golem would take Marlay to the area where the common labs could be found, depositing her in front of Lab 7-G.
"Destination reached!" it said before rolling away once more.
Should Marlay choose to open the door she would find a strange sight. A man, human, strapped to a chair, gagged with leather, with wide frightened eyes. Bent over him, with his back to her, stood another man who held his hands on either side of the human's head. Though he was never touched, the human strapped down began to convulse, eyes rolling back into his head as his skin visibly paled, thick blue veins appearing over his skin as if something were draining all of the life out of him. Eventually he would stop moving, and with a grunt the one who stood over the prisoner would grown, "Petching little shyte died too quick. Didn't see anything with that one..."
More grumbles as he turned, revealing the face of what looked like a very sickly, very decrepit old man with a long gray beard. His back was stooped and hunched, his movements slowed and shuffling. Eyes were set back deep into dark sockets, and skin stretched tight over bone so that he looked more a skull with whiskers than an actual human face. With eyes narrowing he would shuffle forward, reaching a hand out as he whispered, "And who... are you?"
OOCFeel free to start making threads in Sahova with the assumption you get the position. I will be back in a week so I will respond to your reply then
