<![CDATA[̷ᴇQᴜᴜꜱ - Inferno Catacomb Chasms]]> https://equus-rpg.com/ Thu, 23 Apr 2026 10:20:15 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[P2.IB - Hallow Horror]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=523 Sun, 10 Nov 2024 14:42:36 -0600 ERPG Official]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=523

P2.IB - Hallow Horror

The air crackles with a sinister energy, a byproduct of the veil and have shattered together despite their individual journeys. As the veil ruptures a surge of demonic energy courses through the catacombs and eventually throughout the entire afterlife. Entities of all sizes, shapes, and power make their escape for freedom.

Two very particular entities emerge before their victorious equine friends. Helgot’s new companion is a middle tiered demon and Malika’s a high tiered demon. Whether they want it or not they have made new friends for an unknown period of time. Perhaps they can even feel the knots being tied into their souls as the demons begin to feed upon their new hosts. A strange relationship really, give and take.


Winner Notes:
There was a tie this round! As such both will receive the winners reward.
Demon Companions:
For now not much is known about your new friends other than their odd interest in you and the soul tie that has now been formed. Getting rid of them is not an option. As they feed on you their energy will grow and with that will come interesting powers you can make use of yourself or by commanding them to do things. Further information will be delivered once the Companions section of the Wiki is added in. For now you can tell the story of their growth and attachment to you!]]>

P2.IB - Hallow Horror

The air crackles with a sinister energy, a byproduct of the veil and have shattered together despite their individual journeys. As the veil ruptures a surge of demonic energy courses through the catacombs and eventually throughout the entire afterlife. Entities of all sizes, shapes, and power make their escape for freedom.

Two very particular entities emerge before their victorious equine friends. Helgot’s new companion is a middle tiered demon and Malika’s a high tiered demon. Whether they want it or not they have made new friends for an unknown period of time. Perhaps they can even feel the knots being tied into their souls as the demons begin to feed upon their new hosts. A strange relationship really, give and take.


Winner Notes:
There was a tie this round! As such both will receive the winners reward.
Demon Companions:
For now not much is known about your new friends other than their odd interest in you and the soul tie that has now been formed. Getting rid of them is not an option. As they feed on you their energy will grow and with that will come interesting powers you can make use of yourself or by commanding them to do things. Further information will be delivered once the Companions section of the Wiki is added in. For now you can tell the story of their growth and attachment to you!]]> <![CDATA[Return to the madnes]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=477 Tue, 20 Feb 2024 14:17:19 -0600 Malika]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=477
Yet she continued on deeper. Walls narrowed around her even as the celling remanied high. She had to watch out for the lava that driped down the sides, less she risk getting burnt. Had she taken a wrong turn? Would she end up in a dead end with no space to turn around. That idea should frighten her more than it did. Knowing you where dead did wonders when it came to self preservation, or perhaps the uposit.

The only thing worse than the tunnel was the quiet. She knew mosters lurked here, both in the form of other expolrers and the nightmares that call this place home. She had expected to run in to something by now. She wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. "No one wants to play today hu?" She called out hopeing to either tease anything that might be watching her in to acting, or ease her own mind. If something was there, best get it over with. Right?

Successful with No Danger
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Yet she continued on deeper. Walls narrowed around her even as the celling remanied high. She had to watch out for the lava that driped down the sides, less she risk getting burnt. Had she taken a wrong turn? Would she end up in a dead end with no space to turn around. That idea should frighten her more than it did. Knowing you where dead did wonders when it came to self preservation, or perhaps the uposit.

The only thing worse than the tunnel was the quiet. She knew mosters lurked here, both in the form of other expolrers and the nightmares that call this place home. She had expected to run in to something by now. She wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. "No one wants to play today hu?" She called out hopeing to either tease anything that might be watching her in to acting, or ease her own mind. If something was there, best get it over with. Right?

Successful with No Danger
]]> <![CDATA[lawd hammercy]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=460 Thu, 04 Jan 2024 13:47:19 -0600 Asmodeus Anemone]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=460
TW - Drug use, specifics not mentioned but he's "high" about to go to the chasms.

i lie awake in my mind's depression,


He couldn't help himself, really, the elderly hag said the herbs were the "goods". So he tossed a few coins her way and said "Thanks ma'am." before waltzing right to the worlds current problem. Along the way he ate the odd tasting ground up shit that looked like ash. By the time the enormous dragon was peering down his spine he was soaring with the gods. Every warning and angry speech this "Balros" spat was met with a giggle.

Listen man, taking a step forward with a shit eating grin I've been doing stupid shit my whole life why quit now? He definitely wasn't joking either. Asmodeus has never been entirely good at listening to his gut.

i can't escape it, my mind's been stressing.

img by silverfang

leaving this open for anyone who wants to stroll into the catacombs with him. as of right now he's still in the Ethereal Reach getting ready to go through the cave but being harassed by Balros.]]>
TW - Drug use, specifics not mentioned but he's "high" about to go to the chasms.

i lie awake in my mind's depression,


He couldn't help himself, really, the elderly hag said the herbs were the "goods". So he tossed a few coins her way and said "Thanks ma'am." before waltzing right to the worlds current problem. Along the way he ate the odd tasting ground up shit that looked like ash. By the time the enormous dragon was peering down his spine he was soaring with the gods. Every warning and angry speech this "Balros" spat was met with a giggle.

Listen man, taking a step forward with a shit eating grin I've been doing stupid shit my whole life why quit now? He definitely wasn't joking either. Asmodeus has never been entirely good at listening to his gut.

i can't escape it, my mind's been stressing.

img by silverfang

leaving this open for anyone who wants to stroll into the catacombs with him. as of right now he's still in the Ethereal Reach getting ready to go through the cave but being harassed by Balros.]]> <![CDATA[something new]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=454 Thu, 02 Nov 2023 22:05:26 -0500 Jericho]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=454 Jericho wandered alone without purpose. She wasn’t certain of where she should go or what she should do. She saw a few other equines now and then, but she largely ignored them as they were no one that she recognized. She had no real desire to do anything in particular, so she walked and observed what the afterlife had to offer.

She had accepted that she was dead, as she could come to no other explanation, but this was not the afterlife that she had envisioned. Where was the paradise that she had been promised? She hadn’t led a perfect life, so was it something that she did that sent her here? Or did the eternity in bliss that she thought she would come into simply not exist?

The sound of her hooves against the hard rock echoed all around her. She didn’t know how long she had been walking, but she figured it should have been enough time for the sun to budge in the horizon, and yet it remained fixed in its low space. The sky above was bathed in unchanging deep purples and oranges, and a light breeze ruffled her wavy mane. Perhaps it was meant to be this way, the world set to a forever dusk. Did time even exist or work the same in this world?

It was all so strange, and she didn’t know what to make of it.

She stopped. In the wall several feet in front of her, the rock had split in the middle and gave way to a wide, gaping chasm. Heat radiated out from within, the depths bright and flaming with hues of orange and yellow. It seemed to stretch on forever, with no clear end from what Jericho could see.

She tilted her head slightly to the side in curiosity. This was quite different from the rest of her surroundings, and certainly not something she expected to find. What was this strange chasm doing here of all places?

Even from outside of it she could tell that it was dangerous, and yet the thought of entering did not fill her with dread. Instead she wondered what could possibly be tucked away inside the depths, if anything at all. The thoughts of potentially being wounded or even killed entered her mind but were not enough of a deterrent. She was already dead, so how much worse could things possibly get for her? It’s not like she had anything better to do.

So, she went in. The moment she stepped inside the chasm, a wall of heat blasted her. Sweltering hot air filled her lungs, and the damp humidity pressed down on her like a weight. Faint shrieks and giggles resounded from deeper within. Fire poured from the walls and arced in flares across the ceiling. She did not need to touch them directly to know that making any sort of contact with them would cause serious harm.

She tread carefully but without fear. She should have been, she knew she should, and yet her heart maintained its steady rhythm and her legs carried her forward without a tremble. The gold of her accessories glinted in the fire’s light and she occasionally reached back to adjust her sash so that the end of it would not flutter into a flame. Her golden eyes scanned the chasm all around her, taking in the little details and the bizarreness of it all.

Rolled Unsuccessful with Danger
]]> Jericho wandered alone without purpose. She wasn’t certain of where she should go or what she should do. She saw a few other equines now and then, but she largely ignored them as they were no one that she recognized. She had no real desire to do anything in particular, so she walked and observed what the afterlife had to offer.

She had accepted that she was dead, as she could come to no other explanation, but this was not the afterlife that she had envisioned. Where was the paradise that she had been promised? She hadn’t led a perfect life, so was it something that she did that sent her here? Or did the eternity in bliss that she thought she would come into simply not exist?

The sound of her hooves against the hard rock echoed all around her. She didn’t know how long she had been walking, but she figured it should have been enough time for the sun to budge in the horizon, and yet it remained fixed in its low space. The sky above was bathed in unchanging deep purples and oranges, and a light breeze ruffled her wavy mane. Perhaps it was meant to be this way, the world set to a forever dusk. Did time even exist or work the same in this world?

It was all so strange, and she didn’t know what to make of it.

She stopped. In the wall several feet in front of her, the rock had split in the middle and gave way to a wide, gaping chasm. Heat radiated out from within, the depths bright and flaming with hues of orange and yellow. It seemed to stretch on forever, with no clear end from what Jericho could see.

She tilted her head slightly to the side in curiosity. This was quite different from the rest of her surroundings, and certainly not something she expected to find. What was this strange chasm doing here of all places?

Even from outside of it she could tell that it was dangerous, and yet the thought of entering did not fill her with dread. Instead she wondered what could possibly be tucked away inside the depths, if anything at all. The thoughts of potentially being wounded or even killed entered her mind but were not enough of a deterrent. She was already dead, so how much worse could things possibly get for her? It’s not like she had anything better to do.

So, she went in. The moment she stepped inside the chasm, a wall of heat blasted her. Sweltering hot air filled her lungs, and the damp humidity pressed down on her like a weight. Faint shrieks and giggles resounded from deeper within. Fire poured from the walls and arced in flares across the ceiling. She did not need to touch them directly to know that making any sort of contact with them would cause serious harm.

She tread carefully but without fear. She should have been, she knew she should, and yet her heart maintained its steady rhythm and her legs carried her forward without a tremble. The gold of her accessories glinted in the fire’s light and she occasionally reached back to adjust her sash so that the end of it would not flutter into a flame. Her golden eyes scanned the chasm all around her, taking in the little details and the bizarreness of it all.

Rolled Unsuccessful with Danger
]]> <![CDATA[AND I HATE WHO I BECOME - DARK SIGNS.]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=400 Thu, 17 Aug 2023 17:34:57 -0500 Rothik]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=400
Rothik

He traded the grey salty air for humidity. He felt drenched just stepping foot inside of...hell? Was that what this place was? He still didnt know where he was, or what happened. Memories were gone, but a voice inside of his head told him that it was only temporary. The puzzle pieces would be glued back together. And where was she? It hurt his fuzzy head to even try to think of his loves name. She was his love, right? If she was, wouldnt he of felt bliss when they touched that last time instead of the rude chill that woke him up on the beach? Rothik knew nothing of what was going on, or of how he even died. He didnt even know he was dead. If only he knew he would laugh. Maybe in pain. Maybe because of how hilarous the situation was. Maybe he would ponder on if it was more karma for all of the souls he killed, the life he took, and shaped back into his undead army. But that was decades ago, when he was a young man. Foolish at heart, or was he?

There was a reason why he was here. Or at least he thought so. Something whispered to him, plucked him up off the beach and brought him here as if he would find his lost love here wandering these hellish halls dripping in flame and god knows what else lurked beneath the surface. He came to a stand still and peered around. It almost felt like something was pulling at his skin, the pull was so strong. And darkness lurked beneath his surface, the necromancer of old stirring and growing darkness amongst his heart that had shifted for neutral ground. But shifts are only temporary. Maybe he was making a life in Caeleste that was not his true life. Maybe he was being brought to the path he was suppose to be on. Snorting, he squeezed his eyes shut as he desperately searched for any memories of what happened.

Silence. That's all there was. And so he stood there, staring into the abyss. He felt like he belonged here. But why? What wanted him here? Maybe here he would find his memories of what happened to him.

Success without Danger

Ooc: if Balros wants to roll by.

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Rothik

He traded the grey salty air for humidity. He felt drenched just stepping foot inside of...hell? Was that what this place was? He still didnt know where he was, or what happened. Memories were gone, but a voice inside of his head told him that it was only temporary. The puzzle pieces would be glued back together. And where was she? It hurt his fuzzy head to even try to think of his loves name. She was his love, right? If she was, wouldnt he of felt bliss when they touched that last time instead of the rude chill that woke him up on the beach? Rothik knew nothing of what was going on, or of how he even died. He didnt even know he was dead. If only he knew he would laugh. Maybe in pain. Maybe because of how hilarous the situation was. Maybe he would ponder on if it was more karma for all of the souls he killed, the life he took, and shaped back into his undead army. But that was decades ago, when he was a young man. Foolish at heart, or was he?

There was a reason why he was here. Or at least he thought so. Something whispered to him, plucked him up off the beach and brought him here as if he would find his lost love here wandering these hellish halls dripping in flame and god knows what else lurked beneath the surface. He came to a stand still and peered around. It almost felt like something was pulling at his skin, the pull was so strong. And darkness lurked beneath his surface, the necromancer of old stirring and growing darkness amongst his heart that had shifted for neutral ground. But shifts are only temporary. Maybe he was making a life in Caeleste that was not his true life. Maybe he was being brought to the path he was suppose to be on. Snorting, he squeezed his eyes shut as he desperately searched for any memories of what happened.

Silence. That's all there was. And so he stood there, staring into the abyss. He felt like he belonged here. But why? What wanted him here? Maybe here he would find his memories of what happened to him.

Success without Danger

Ooc: if Balros wants to roll by.

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●|●]]> <![CDATA[in maidjan]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=397 Sun, 13 Aug 2023 21:17:15 -0500 Helgot]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=397
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H E L G O T

The first thing she had done was look for Brynja. They had fallen together, so they must have both been brought to this hellscape, right? Her hooves wandered the obsidian shores, staring off into the angry froth-crested waves for what felt like an eternity... but no shield maiden she recognized emerged from their shores. She watched as others were unceremoniously tossed upon the shards of stone and slab, none of them faces she had ever been familiar with - and therefore, they did not earn her aid. After unknown hours, Helgot finally looked inland. Was there a chance that her queen had already left these beaches in search? Grey nostrils flared, and her tail lashed, still clinging to the dampness of her submersion. With pinned harks, and a rugged snort, she tore herself from the black waters and followed the same path every other equine had.

Of course, the mountains were of interest, so reminiscent of naked brothers to their homeland, but that was not ultimately what lured Hel. It was the cataclysmic glow of a fire, of an inferno raging deep beneath the slate. Her mind's eye flashed back towards the great jaws of the beast Jormungandr, of its serpentine form that slithered and destroyed all of Slidr. It had emerged from the very core of the world, had it not? And that glow emanated from just such a place that, if she had any guess, would take her straight to the beast's lair.

In this instance, perhaps revenge would be served hot as red iron.

However, her stubbornness only served to find herself in the humid, haunting maw of the Inferno Catacomb Caverns. Her frigid gaze leered upon crude structures carved into stone the likes she'd never witnessed before and heard the howls of pain not unlike those she had witnessed in the battlefields. She is grimly reminded of their stand against Fenrir and his children, where she watched the great Bear God fall to the bloodied fangs of a demon. Those that had fallen on those ice flows had erupted with similar cries, their voices pitched with a desperation she could not fault them for. Gods, it made her pelt crawl, the sensation unpleasant as beads of sweat trailed down her legs from the extreme heat. If there was every a place to birth the likes of Fenrir and Jormungandr, Helgot thought such a miserable place may best be it.

A hark twitched as she caught a faint laugh, an empty, mocking chortle that struck her to her core. Hooves struck the stone with a sharpness rivaled by blades, and her alpine eyes shot their burning glower toward a wicked chasm. It's edges are sharp, as if teeth bore from the very rock to chew upon the ghosts, and its gullet was encased in phantasms. The mocking chuckle echoed from the walls within, one that had made a vacancy in her nightmares for years. Without much of a second thought, her instincts as a shield maiden flare in her chest.

Protect Tryggr, Protect the Mount.

She shoots into the darkness, following the wicked laugh, and a rivaling roar erupts from her throat, Fenrir! Show yourself!

Helgot rolled Success with Danger

bg by eberhardgross, miniref by naki
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H E L G O T

The first thing she had done was look for Brynja. They had fallen together, so they must have both been brought to this hellscape, right? Her hooves wandered the obsidian shores, staring off into the angry froth-crested waves for what felt like an eternity... but no shield maiden she recognized emerged from their shores. She watched as others were unceremoniously tossed upon the shards of stone and slab, none of them faces she had ever been familiar with - and therefore, they did not earn her aid. After unknown hours, Helgot finally looked inland. Was there a chance that her queen had already left these beaches in search? Grey nostrils flared, and her tail lashed, still clinging to the dampness of her submersion. With pinned harks, and a rugged snort, she tore herself from the black waters and followed the same path every other equine had.

Of course, the mountains were of interest, so reminiscent of naked brothers to their homeland, but that was not ultimately what lured Hel. It was the cataclysmic glow of a fire, of an inferno raging deep beneath the slate. Her mind's eye flashed back towards the great jaws of the beast Jormungandr, of its serpentine form that slithered and destroyed all of Slidr. It had emerged from the very core of the world, had it not? And that glow emanated from just such a place that, if she had any guess, would take her straight to the beast's lair.

In this instance, perhaps revenge would be served hot as red iron.

However, her stubbornness only served to find herself in the humid, haunting maw of the Inferno Catacomb Caverns. Her frigid gaze leered upon crude structures carved into stone the likes she'd never witnessed before and heard the howls of pain not unlike those she had witnessed in the battlefields. She is grimly reminded of their stand against Fenrir and his children, where she watched the great Bear God fall to the bloodied fangs of a demon. Those that had fallen on those ice flows had erupted with similar cries, their voices pitched with a desperation she could not fault them for. Gods, it made her pelt crawl, the sensation unpleasant as beads of sweat trailed down her legs from the extreme heat. If there was every a place to birth the likes of Fenrir and Jormungandr, Helgot thought such a miserable place may best be it.

A hark twitched as she caught a faint laugh, an empty, mocking chortle that struck her to her core. Hooves struck the stone with a sharpness rivaled by blades, and her alpine eyes shot their burning glower toward a wicked chasm. It's edges are sharp, as if teeth bore from the very rock to chew upon the ghosts, and its gullet was encased in phantasms. The mocking chuckle echoed from the walls within, one that had made a vacancy in her nightmares for years. Without much of a second thought, her instincts as a shield maiden flare in her chest.

Protect Tryggr, Protect the Mount.

She shoots into the darkness, following the wicked laugh, and a rivaling roar erupts from her throat, Fenrir! Show yourself!

Helgot rolled Success with Danger

bg by eberhardgross, miniref by naki
]]> <![CDATA[i'm home daddy]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=284 Fri, 19 May 2023 11:19:23 -0500 Lilith de la Croix]]> https://equus-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=284
⛥
Lilithi don't live in darkness, darkness lives in me
The sides of the reach had poured down red. Everything it came in contact with disintegrated before her eyes. Naturally she was drawn to this spectacle. Creeping through the roadways, steering clear of the smoldering left overs, finding the sulfuric smell comforting, familiar even. The closer she drew horrors of the past flooded her crystal white eyes that for a split second flashed completely black.

Mechanically her head flicks to the right. *Click* the sound of her teeth clipping together quietly, restricted motion of her mouth creating a painful engagement of long unused muscle.

As she takes a deep breath in her head slowly rises and her eyes gently close. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. Mocking. Oh how she loves to mock the old mortals. The ones that refused to accept her penance, her desire to renew and be free of the evil... Only they are to blame for her returning descent into the chaos and darkness she reigns from.

She moves methodically. Careful to move through the tunnel still radiating warmth from the explosion. At the end she sees a door made of stone, her mind shaping the pentagon star at its center. As the doorway unfolds the heat from beyond washes over her.

She giggles, quietly, but in such a malignant tone it sends her own hair to the heavens. Moisture begins to cling to her coat causing the onyx to glisten catching the red all around. Her physical hooves clacking against the slippery stone while the mirages simply graze the surface.

I'm home daddy.

She cackles.

I hope you're ready to pay your dues.

Instantly her ears lay flat against her neck.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Thinking | Telepathic Speaking


TW: Violence, Gore, Sexual Content, etc.
This thread will likely contain a lot of flashbacks from her past life! Engage at your discretion but as the thread author I'm warning you now that this thread could contain some intense subjects.
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⛥
Lilithi don't live in darkness, darkness lives in me
The sides of the reach had poured down red. Everything it came in contact with disintegrated before her eyes. Naturally she was drawn to this spectacle. Creeping through the roadways, steering clear of the smoldering left overs, finding the sulfuric smell comforting, familiar even. The closer she drew horrors of the past flooded her crystal white eyes that for a split second flashed completely black.

Mechanically her head flicks to the right. *Click* the sound of her teeth clipping together quietly, restricted motion of her mouth creating a painful engagement of long unused muscle.

As she takes a deep breath in her head slowly rises and her eyes gently close. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done. Mocking. Oh how she loves to mock the old mortals. The ones that refused to accept her penance, her desire to renew and be free of the evil... Only they are to blame for her returning descent into the chaos and darkness she reigns from.

She moves methodically. Careful to move through the tunnel still radiating warmth from the explosion. At the end she sees a door made of stone, her mind shaping the pentagon star at its center. As the doorway unfolds the heat from beyond washes over her.

She giggles, quietly, but in such a malignant tone it sends her own hair to the heavens. Moisture begins to cling to her coat causing the onyx to glisten catching the red all around. Her physical hooves clacking against the slippery stone while the mirages simply graze the surface.

I'm home daddy.

She cackles.

I hope you're ready to pay your dues.

Instantly her ears lay flat against her neck.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Thinking | Telepathic Speaking


TW: Violence, Gore, Sexual Content, etc.
This thread will likely contain a lot of flashbacks from her past life! Engage at your discretion but as the thread author I'm warning you now that this thread could contain some intense subjects.
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