The darkness of the cavern walls was illuminated only by the faith green hue from an unknown source. It was a natural source of light, glowing feverishly from behind the rock walls, giving slight shadow to the jagged edges of the stone. It was everywhere, but although natural, seemed to have an eerie sense of it.
Bad Luck Fale:This is where life ends for most. It is the final journey that anyone will take. The entrance is only to be seen by the dying, and the final march to the end of this cavern is the one ultimate goal that cannot be avoided. None have ventured within these solid walls and ventured out whole again. For most, none have returned
The rock walls were unforgiving at best. There was no sense of give as they closed in for some areas, giving off a sense of suffocation, and opening to darkness for other areas, feeling hallow and alone. It was a foreboding place which sucked the very desire for life out of any wanderer that crept into its maw. The way it winded and seemed endless gave it the feeling of a great serpent’s belly. Any brave man that came to disturb the slumber of this natural beast fell short of courage before the end.
Bad Luck Fale:This place is for the eyes of those who have past the point of seeing. It is a place where the spirit will make one final conquest to reach a destination and judgement: damnation or peace. It is completely devoid of life and sound, allowing nothing but thoughts and memories to escape. As you wind the paths, finding your way, you are reminded of that to which you walk away from. You see the very things you will never see again
Some areas are completely black, giving no ominous glow. These areas are riddled with endless pits and creatures the world will never see. Anyone who wanders the wrong path shall be swept away for an eternity, lost forever in a limbo that cannot be described. The ones who truly know what lies in the darkness are those who will not return to speak of it.
Bad Luck Fale:Some say this is a punishment, others would say it is a reflection on what life truly was. All that it actually is can only be known by the wanderer. Those with regret shall forever feel the anguish they left behind. Others who have lived their lives will look back on their moments as an accomplishment over a punishment. In the end, they are useless memories that will serve nothing. By the time you walk this path, you become the memory
The winding trail continues as the jagged rock-face narrows to the point where only one man can fit at a time. Even then the feeling of being trapped lingers in the wanderers mind. It feels as if the very path will close around them, trapping them forever miles under the surface.
Bad Luck Fale:In the very end, to say the least, the mind bends and breaks. You are wandering for hours to a place that you have never seen, nor know that it is there. All that commands you is a thought deep in your mind, and a wish that you had never entered such a dark place
The cavern walls finally break, opening to a small beach and a shimmering surface. The gleam of green seems strongest in the distance, but the very surface of water seems to glitter with it. The soft sands of the beach seem practically undisturbed, as clouds of dust from several years of vacancy puff out in clouds at your feet. Faded footprints are seen nearby, but the settling dust has covered any signs of age. They could have been made last week, or several hundred years before. Only the mysterious lake, sands and rock would know.
Bad Luck Fale:This is the very end of the journey. The waters will accept anyone who ventures into them. However, take warning that should you venture within these waters, you may never leave. There has only been a handful who has managed to brave the waters, and still convince the spirits that they are above any source of balance and law. These waters are the very essence of death and judgement. They are the sole reason you walk through the cave. This place is the first step towards the gates of heaven and hell
Droplets of water fall occasionally from stalactites hanging above. They had been formed over many hundreds of years from the rocks internal water source. The mirrored surface of the lake is untouched, unchanged, and calm. It is as if it never moves. As the droplets hit the surface, the rings expand and disappear, leaving the lake calm once more. This time, however, the waters begin to stir. The green glow seems to increase within the center of the water as a small area begins to spin, circling slightly.
Bad Luck Fale:I have walked this earth for several thousands of years, feeding this pool with the spirits of the damned. Those to which I choose I send here for an eternity. Their souls become part of this lake and feed into the very essence of being to which drives me. I am an absolute when it comes to violence. The heir and master of several rings of Hell, reborn to this earth once more to give fear to those that dwell here. I have walked to and from these waters several times, unchanged and relentless. Within these waters, I am King. Outside of these waters, I return as King. Nothing can stand in my way here in the EBWF
The waters continue to spin, slowly rising from the surface, crinkling the entire lake. The waters funneled high into the air as an unknown source of wind began pushing the waters like a cyclone.
Bad Luck Fale:For Maven and Christian who dwell within the walls of the EBWF I have a message for you. I am not your maker, but I can and will take the life source from each and every one of you in The Coalition for what you did to Raven in February. Nothing will stand in my way. Some are reminded of who I am; others will soon come to fear me. In the end, you two will know what I am. You will come to see that nothing will hold me back. In this realm I am king...
The cyclone suddenly stopped spinning and the water softly fell back to the surface of the lake. Alone, wading in the water stood a lone figure, bare-chested with the level of water at his lower ribs. His body gleamed in the green hue, revealing only the few very visible scars on his upper torso. His bald head soaked by the water and ran droplets over his face.
Bad Luck Fale:Maven, Christian I consider your lives at Warfare a very unfortunate one to live. I shall come to you and make you an example of what true force is. You are nothing to me, and I will enjoy tearing you to pieces. The match may be considered sanctioned, but I have taken pleasure in destroying several hundreds of souls before you. Do not consider yourself special. You, like this federation, have forgotten fear. At Warfare, however, fear will be the only thing left to fear. Coalition, I come for thee. Give your heart to God as your soul's will soon belong to me
The illuminated water, still once more, began to fade, replaced by a dim red hue. The large figure standing in the water remained still.
Bad Luck Fale:Break the bones and the body will heal... break the spirit and the body will die. Maven and Christian , you both will look up from the blood stained canvas begging before the end. And death will be a victory and mercy compared to the nightmare I am about to instill with the chair shots and barbed wire. The VIOLENCE that is Bad Luck Fale has been unleashed.
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