<div style="background:linear-gradient(to bottom, rgba(0,0,0,0) 590px, rgba(61,66,60,1)620px),url('https://i.postimg.cc/CKqdVJfw/quest.jpg') top no-repeat;margin:auto;border:1px solid #000;width:479px;padding:650px 10px 0px 10px;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;">
<div style="border:3px double #858D61;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;padding:30px 10px 10px 10px;border-bottom:0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #858D61, inset 0px 0px 5px #858D61;color:rgba(0,0,0,0.75);">His own wounds have nearly healed. All the angry, weeping blisters have calmed and the swelling of his mottled flesh is soothed by the acrid mist in his chamber. The Sunken One’s attention focuses easier now and his claws – like massive spider legs, all twitching – pluck some unseen chords. All his crooked mouths grin. The light they seek becomes blinding and it consumes everything when they finally reach it. It must be so awful, to be in the light after all that horrifying dark.
He puts all their worst sins on display, overlapping in vivid hallucinations one right after the other. Every cruel word, every dismissive insult. All their failures come piling in and that fallen monster watches with wide eyes to see how they weep and crumble. Do they regret seeking out the light, now that they know it too comes with a price? Would they rather cower in the dark with his horrors? The Ancient One jerks with hacking coughs and bile rises up in his hundred throats to produce a new swarm of his crooked imposters. The ones before had been loving to some degree but these are all angry, all gnashing and screaming their fury.
They know what the lost travelers have done. They’ve seen their crimes all put on display and they have come to punish them for it. These new doppelgängers all rush into the light to meet the travelers and their voices boom in the perfect silence of this blinding white room. Content, the malformed god sinks back to observe for a while. They had to slay his creations to make it this far, he knows, but they had each made repulsive mistakes in the past as well. Not a single wretched thing in these tunnels is without some blemish to answer for.
The swarm converges on each wayward stranger and they hiss their accusations. “Why weren’t you strong enough? Why are you so hard to love? Aren’t you ashamed?” they ask, and their voices are so clear it begs the question of whether they’re real or not. And if they are indeed real, then perhaps the loved ones from before were real also?</div></div>
Welcome to round four, uglies! We're almost done with this ride! When your character enters the room, they're blinded until they get the pleasure of reliving their worst mistakes/failures/crimes, whatever they're ashamed of most. Then, everyone they've ever known asks all the questions they don't want to be asked. Describe the key people your character sees, what they say, and what memories they relive. End your post with them searching for an escape from the crowd of angry faces. The monster has had some rest so his creations are top notch this round, by the way. He's getting good at this! All replies are due at 11:59pm on Sunday, February 23rd.
<div style="border:3px double #858D61;border-radius:35%/35px 35px 0px 0px;padding:30px 10px 10px 10px;border-bottom:0px;box-shadow:0px 0px 5px #858D61, inset 0px 0px 5px #858D61;color:rgba(0,0,0,0.75);">His own wounds have nearly healed. All the angry, weeping blisters have calmed and the swelling of his mottled flesh is soothed by the acrid mist in his chamber. The Sunken One’s attention focuses easier now and his claws – like massive spider legs, all twitching – pluck some unseen chords. All his crooked mouths grin. The light they seek becomes blinding and it consumes everything when they finally reach it. It must be so awful, to be in the light after all that horrifying dark.
He puts all their worst sins on display, overlapping in vivid hallucinations one right after the other. Every cruel word, every dismissive insult. All their failures come piling in and that fallen monster watches with wide eyes to see how they weep and crumble. Do they regret seeking out the light, now that they know it too comes with a price? Would they rather cower in the dark with his horrors? The Ancient One jerks with hacking coughs and bile rises up in his hundred throats to produce a new swarm of his crooked imposters. The ones before had been loving to some degree but these are all angry, all gnashing and screaming their fury.
They know what the lost travelers have done. They’ve seen their crimes all put on display and they have come to punish them for it. These new doppelgängers all rush into the light to meet the travelers and their voices boom in the perfect silence of this blinding white room. Content, the malformed god sinks back to observe for a while. They had to slay his creations to make it this far, he knows, but they had each made repulsive mistakes in the past as well. Not a single wretched thing in these tunnels is without some blemish to answer for.
The swarm converges on each wayward stranger and they hiss their accusations. “Why weren’t you strong enough? Why are you so hard to love? Aren’t you ashamed?” they ask, and their voices are so clear it begs the question of whether they’re real or not. And if they are indeed real, then perhaps the loved ones from before were real also?</div></div>
Welcome to round four, uglies! We're almost done with this ride! When your character enters the room, they're blinded until they get the pleasure of reliving their worst mistakes/failures/crimes, whatever they're ashamed of most. Then, everyone they've ever known asks all the questions they don't want to be asked. Describe the key people your character sees, what they say, and what memories they relive. End your post with them searching for an escape from the crowd of angry faces. The monster has had some rest so his creations are top notch this round, by the way. He's getting good at this! All replies are due at 11:59pm on Sunday, February 23rd.