Peyton scans the area around him. "No, there's not." He says. "But if it makes you feel better, okay. Let's go." He turns towards the exit. The cloaked figure runs forward the last few feet, a dagger made of bone in its hand. The Wendigo/cloaked figure lunges at Peyton, pinning the phoenix and holding the dagger up to his throat.
Peyton seems to have no clue what is going on still, and keeps trying to get up. The Wendigo growls and puts pressure behind the dagger, cutting Peyton enough to draw blood but not kill him. Peyton then stops struggling, finally figuring out that the creepy figure had caught up to him. Slowly, the same stone grey that was on all the other kneeling folk around creeps up Peyton's body, slowly freezing him.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=89015&page=74#737 Author: Scoutwolf Time Posted: 6/20/2020 at 3:18 PM Accepted. ^w^ Starter - The Labyrinth is a feared place, full of monsters and tributes. No one has managed to escape the place. It is a good thing, though, that there are chosen tributes. With every tribute, the monsters are held off for a month longer. No one knows how the tributes are chosen, just that they are and there are two put in each month. You were chosen, and now, here you are, inside the Labyrinth, your fate sealed as the doors slam shut behind you. A light comes on, illuminating your surroundings. The other tribute wanders away from you, trailing a hand along the wall, silently admiring the architecture. Sophia turns back to you when she notices the path split. "Which way?" Right - normal looking path Left - normal looking path

Innocenico squints at both paths. "Hmm, I'd say maybe we go.....left? I mean, not like it really matters which way, both probably end in something nasty...." He flushed a bit realizing he sounded pretty morbid at that. "Um, yeah, let's just go left and hope for the best."

The Wendigo looks to you, pressing harder on its blade. Peyton's hands curled into fists at his side. You had the Wendigo's attention, but it didn't look about to hop off Peyton any time soon.

"It probably will. This whole thing is full to the brim with monsters." Sophia agrees with you, walking along next to you. She elbows you, "No need to get all flustered with saying something like that."

Something swoops overhead, its roar a challenge as it lands in front of you, the wall closing behind you. You were stuck in a hall with a wall behind you - where you had just come from - and a Manticore in front of you.

"Bring it on." Sophia says with a grin, picking up a stone from the floor and bouncing it in the palm of her hand, looking ready to bring the monster to its knees.

"Me? A monster? That's some strong language there, kiddo." The Wendigo growls, getting off Peyton to escape your blows but not without stabbing Peyton's chest first. Peyton gasps in a mixture of pain and surprise. "If my master and I can't have him, you shan't either."
"It's fine. I'm fine. I'm a phoenix. I'll be fine." He mutters, mostly to assure himself as he stumbles to his feet, putting his hands to the blade, swaying slightly. "Let's... go."
The Wendigo looks smug as it's paws begin to spark with magic flame, shaping them into more weapons for himself to use. Some fire crawls along the floor, racing to block your escape.

Peyton looks pale and unable to focus, but he was in one piece and alive - for now. With a cry of pain, Peyton rips the dagger from his chest. He takes deep breaths, putting his free hand on the wound and struggling to stay conscience as he healed himself.
The Wendigo's unnatural flames were surrounding you and Peyton. "Not random people, my dear. You are tributes."
"Tributes are randomly chosen." Peyton argues, backing away from the magic flames, looking better than he had a moment ago. The bloodflow from the wound had slowed to a trickle. He still looked a little detatched from the world at the moment, but he was trying his best to hold his ground.
"Or are they?" The Wendigo muses, stalking forward.