Broken: A Labyrinth RPG

Who: Faux, NPC'ed Wiseman, and Jareth.
When: Morning.
Where: Somewhere in the stone-maze.
Rating: Most likely PG; liable to change.
Status: Incomplete.

Who: ATTN ALL PLAYERS
When: Morning
Where: The Whole Labyrinth
Rating: Clean
Status: ONE SHOT - To set the mood...

Greeted by the distant rumble of thunder, whipped by the harsh winds that tore at the landscape, the Goblin King surveyed his kingdom.

The changes in the Labyrinth were so extreme now it was barely recognisable. In the days of it's former glory it had been a fantastical place, haven to all who needed shelter, shifting and changing like the slumbering beast it was. Now it was a shadow of it's former self. Sounds travelled over the roaring winds to the ears of the king. Shrieks and moans, strange barks and howls. As the landscape changed, so too did the inhabitants. The Labyrinth was a dark place now, dangerous. Uncontrolled.

Jareth turned his attention to the city below the tower on which he stood. The ramshackled houses were mostly abandoned now, the goblins having fled into the wilds of the Labyrinth, free of the forced domesticity their ruler had imposed for so long. There was the occasional flicker of movement in the streets far below, but the king moved over them with blank eyes.

He studied his kingdom in silence, his face set, unreadable. Only a flash of life was behind his eyes. This was his domain now. As fierce and as untamed as he had ever seen it. Soon it would be back to what it had once been. What Jareth thought of that... no-one was certain.

He leapt from the tower then, hurtling towards the ground before sliding into the shape of a large owl. He circled the Labyrinth, catching glimpses of his subjects below. Letting go a deathly shriek, he went looking for his charge, the Scamp named Faux.