This started as an Idea that I posted on the Washu Mailing list suggesting A nasty trick to play on Ad&d players would be to make washu a darklord in the Ravenloft setting. It kind of took of from there. I am thinking about writing this up in a more complete form. I would also like to thank Gregory Hines for his imput (he helped me more than just below. this is just the post that inspired me go deeper into this twisted idea) Gregory Hines wrote. > > You are one sick MF. I don't even want to think > about > it... (poor Washu... Bye bye domains of dread, you > are about to participate in a leveraged buyout of > sorts). (with my best Jeromy Irons impersonation) You have no Idea. Below I have given some images of Washu's domain in ravenloft. Washu's Nightmare. By Paul "BigRed" Shannon Tenchi muyo and Ad&d are the property of there respective owners. They do not belong to me. this is also my first attempt (however small) at fan fiction. (make you shudder at what I will do when I get warmed up dosen't it ^_^) Imagine that you are walking though the woods of you home domain (it could be any since Washu's domain, like many other pocket domains changes its location frequently). All of the sudden you feel a cold shudder go thru you. The formally clear sky has become dark and foreboding. A cold rain starts falling. You look around and see that the green trees of the forest you were strolling thru have transformed into the twisted gray skeletons of maple trees. Then all of the sudden you hear a low anguished moan coming from the trees off to your side. As you concentrate, you also hear the rustle of something pushing thru the brush. Then with a final crash, the source of the noise comes into view. You recoil in horror as your mind tries to process what your eyes are showing it. It was once humanoid (what race you can't tell) but now it is the thing of nightmares. It still has an upright form but it shudders and moans with every attempt to move. The metal appendages appear to support and torment it at the same time. They cut into flesh and bone with impunity. Organs of unknown type outside the body pulse and throb in time with its anguished cries. Then this perversion of nature spots you. Using what appears to be its last ounce of strength it stumbles towards you. You try to run but fear has rooted you to the spot. Finally what strength it has gives out and it crashes to the ground at your feet, metal bending, bones breaking, organs rupturing. With its last breath it whispers "enditenditendit". Finally, your senses return and you run blindly though the woods trying to put as much distance between you and it as possible. The thorns and briars rip and tear at your skin and clothes but you don't care. Then as lightning and thunder start to crash overhead you stagger out into a clearing. A chilling site is before you. You are looking down onto a small lake with a house on it. The lake is brackish and filled with scum. Around the edge things like the one you met in the woods lie half submerged in the water. Most are still but some still struggle feebly in the stinking muck. The house once could have been luxurious but time has decayed it to the point that it is hardly standing. You really don't want to enter it but the rain has turned into hail and you can hear the moaning and thrashing of hundreds of anguished souls in the woods behind you. So you walk thru the smashed doorway. As you examine the shattered remains of what was once a comfortable living room, you realize not all the damage was caused by time. As if to answer your question, with a crash three people come thru the wall into the room. The belief that they are normal is instantly dispelled by the stench of decay that surrounds them. The two women have the desiccated look that you have come to expect from the ancient dead (Mummies) their once beautiful robes are faded and torn. They both seem to be talking (or more accurately yelling) at each other but time has removed their voices. The stench is coming from the person that the women are struggling over. He has the decayed look of a Zombie. His clothes are almost in complete tatters and his flesh is in the same state. The poor soul's arms have been stretched out of all proportion by the two lades struggle over him. If he is still aware, he doesn't show it, he seems resigned to be their decaying doll to fight over. Just as you decide that you have seen enough and turn to leave, you feel a sting in you back and blackness follows. The next thing you realize, you are strapped to a metal table in a small room. The walls of this room are hung with all sort of metal instruments. While you cannot deduce their function, the fact that all of them are splattered with blood and flecks of gore doesn't bode well. Then to your other side you hear the sound of somebody clearing their throat. You look over to see a young girl dressed in a lab coat. She has a spiky crown of red hair that would be beautiful if not for the grime covering it. Her green eyes have the look of insanity in them. This madness has ravaged the rest of her body too. She is unnaturally thin, and lack of food has caused her eyes to become sunken. You would feel sorry for her but you notice that her coat is covered with even more blood and gore than the tools. She then starts jumping up and down in a gesture that would be cute anyplace else. She says in a girlish exited voice, "Oh goodie, A new subject,". Then the screaming starts….and NEVER stops. BigRed