Sunken Prison(Open roleplay)
Death polluted the ventilation from the scattered remains littering the stone tiles. Runoff licked violently at the grates below mixing in with the smell. Dim flickering fire sat within lanterns upon the mortared stone walls, giving off an sickly green glow. One could feel the large engraving of what appeared to be an eye staring deep into their soul when passing by. Some of the columns were simple debris while the rest stood strong or had been renovated. A soft crunch of a ribcage shattering under his foot caught Lexer off guard, he nearly latched himself onto the roofing.
7? was that how many flights of stairs he’d descended? He’d all but lost count by this point trying to ignore the burning sensation within his flexor muscles. Not even the rotting stench of the decaying bodies behind bars phased him. Curiosity constantly prickled his mind, evoking him to peak into each steel bared cell door, corpses or barely breathing creatures (hardly human or otherwise) were a recurring theme. I feel quite at home and completely out of place at the same time he thought. Someone so deathlike would have no issues fitting in with a blighted vault.
Lexer only found himself so deep underground after discovering a latched hatch beneath a lone rock. It’d been out of place only a few miles off from the place the patchwork now called home. Dragging his claws along the walls he left marks looking in all directions trying to decide which direction to go. The spook already knew he wasn’t alone... but he pondered if anyone was wondering the dungeon as freely as him.
