Sharing again for ocober challenge

Sharing again for ocober challenge

Originally shared by Lenny Pacelli

Perils: Carumuri
It is known that several citizens from the city of Splendors are afflicted by a singular sickness: The Carumuri.

Like a plague, those demonic parasite infest their host's body till they are strong enough to leave. Those who bear the plague are marked by a languid look, like melted flames.

Thunders
Jovial - behind a door a man screaming in pain, and soon after a frenzied scratching on the door.

Glum - people dancing and feasting in a public garden, but their passion and euphoria it is ephemeral. On their faces they carry the cumbersome shadow of their inescapable destiny.


(It is the first time I try to do something like that, forgive me if it is lame!)

It is not really an action figures, but I like it as an eidolon.

It is not really an action figures, but I like it as an eidolon. (Yes, it is from warhammer. No, I've never really played it, I bought the wild orc years ago just because it looked nice).

I think he (or she) should have a trick related to the boar fur he wears.

Perils: Carumuri

Perils: Carumuri
It is known that several citizens from the city of Splendors are afflicted by a singular sickness: The Carumuri.

Like a plague, those demonic parasite infest their host's body till they are strong enough to leave. Those who bear the plague are marked by a languid look, like melted flames.

Thunders
Jovial - behind a door a man screaming in pain, and soon after a frenzied scratching on the door.

Glum - people dancing and feasting in a public garden, but their passion and euphoria it is ephemeral. On their faces they carry the cumbersome shadow of their inescapable destiny.


(It is the first time I try to do something like that, forgive me if it is lame!)

#julyroguechallenge

#julyroguechallenge

the Halls of the Murmurers
You can almost hear them whispering, some say. Empty eyes looking at you. People use to came here to ask for good luck, for protection, guidance or whatever they can ask and be granted by the spirits of the dead. But not anymore. The Baron itself has forbidden that dangerous habit. Mortals have understood that they can't simply expect that their prays come true without a price to pay.
But not you, you still go down there. Unseen, like you were a spcetre. You still talk with them, caress their dusty skulls, because you are not afraid to give them what they want in return.


Real inspiration:
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fontanelle_cemetery

This is some background-music I've made a long time ago, but I think it can fit here, if I just give it a gloomy...

This is some background-music I've made a long time ago, but I think it can fit here, if I just give it a gloomy story to tell....
you have sailed all your life across the sea of bones (on the bottom of wich thousands of huge bones that were once gigantic creatures lie like sunken vessels) and now you're cursed. You can walk on land for a very short time before the souls of all the people you butchered come to you and ask you to repay your debts. Oh, and they will come.



(sorry for my english, it could have sound better in my mother language!)
https://soundcloud.com/deadapollo/captain-vics-drunken-ghost