Exploration of darkwing Mental Asylum.

Sector E :..


THE YARD


To those who entered they would be greeted with a blood chilling sight which was the yard. Deceptive the name might well be, it was infact not actually a yard in any sense or even remotely connected to what the name might actually imply. For those who have been at blackwing at all, would know the yard was a deceptive name something entirely else was instore for those who braved the cold climate. Yes this would be the beginning of the exploration of one of the remote and labrinth like realms which was from the reaches of the 2nd world war. A dark treacherous part of human history which bordered the connection of the supernatural. This was blackwing, one of the last places to be explored from the era which was long past.


Ok so back to what the yard itself actually was. In a nutshell it was miles and miles of fensed in mountain ranges which budded off miles of miles of tunnels which some where quarries used by the miners which yes you got it where prisoners aswell. Others well where ill fated failed escape attempts. Since the fact is, you can run but your not gonna get anywhere. Either you get lost go back, or just freeze to death The fact is no one really cares what happens to you. So weither you stay or go. its just a matter of how fast you want to die. Or how much you want to live.
If you got into the yard, though you would start at the only way in, Black Wing pass. Which was inbetween two ravenous cliffs which where the north and south bear claw shelfs. Why are they called such you might wonder?.. Its because of the ragged and more forbidding climate they are in. And in the middle of the blizzards which usually plagued the area. They actually looked very much so like bear claws.

Some times though the pass would cave in and is a notorious avalanche zone. Which is partially why the march to get into black wing was one plagued with death. Since the 10 mile march to get to the inhabited part of the yard killed off hundreds of people which could still be found their rotting decrepid snow frozen and snow burnt or wind burnt corpses hanging at random in obvious signs of abandonment. Which was just one of the few things you might see at the enterance. Another would be a broken sign which had a sign of a skull with a raven on it. The crest of blackwing. it once was made magnificently and the cast wrought black iron gates would be ominious. Now though from the many years of the snow. They would be unhinged one of them would be open. Though the sign was rotting and covered in tiny holes from wind burnt elements.

From this though was the tempest of blizzards which was in the No mans land which surrounded exiting the pass. Which was one littered with rabid wolves and wolverines. Even hollows from the souls which exited. But the sickening fact of the hollows could be put in simply not so many words. Was That they looked like how they died. From the fact their bodies preserved by the snow where still alive in many ways. This hindered the hollows from becoming more then a semblance of there former selves. Not hollow nor really a demi hollow. The feinds where stuck in horror and in sickening manners still where as crazed as when they where in the place to begin with. These would not roam far from there dead bodies though still being chained to the bodies they once inhabited. Like a dog on a leash. They where rabid and almost crazed. But oddly enough that was not the only hollowfied things in this realm. Like once in awhile a hollowfied wolf. which usually where primal in there instincts and behavior. But from this area it was more of the abandoned district within blackwing which was something to almost be reveled in its natural but dangerous beauty.

Now though after you exited the alpine and needle barrent dead pines of the once magnificent forest you would begin to see the full extent of the riot which killed off this once great and magestic place which was one of the more prominent secrets of the old era's. Bodies and blood stains litter the ground, the snow itself is dyed red from the slaughter which was from the cannabalistic inhabitances of the one asylum which was there to begin with. This was one of the signs of the last great massicur within these walls. Not to mention, from here could be seen organs and entestines hanging from barb wire fenses. Broken down barricades which where probably ment to hold the ravaged inmates back. Legs even heads which had their brains frozen and cracked open could be found in the area which had followed. This is why it was one of the more dangerous things to see.

But not only this the stench was overwhelming. Being the ripe and sickenly sweet aroma which was that of the dead. Was one which made you want to puke. And retch out your insides for how horrible it was and how it smelled. The Moon in the sky was a pale white illustrious but sinsister. From the scores of bodies which splatter painted the ground like a techno rave gone mad. The broken windows of the enterance of the cavernous exspanse of the main room. Many of the sentry houses which where ment to stop rioters. Would be found with there doors barricaded suht and the frost bitten men where grinning over some unfinished game of some kind . Waiting for something to blow over which obviously never did actually do just that. These where men which where starved out of there homes and some times where mostly dead from the fact they could not get out without diing.

Gruesome the facts may be this was true all in all. But things still got worse, animal bones and skeletons could be found hung on the walls. These where driven to death by the numbers of savage and starving men which usually where just trying to survive. This happened from the food rations which marked the last great hours of this once fearsome place. But there was still more to be had from the horrifying seen as you got closer to the main compound.

Snow men could be found still oddly presurved as if they had some sort of bodily frame which held them together. on closer inspection it could be seen sometimes to have a hand which was frost bitten sticking out. A eye showing or a foot how ever you saw it you got the picture. The Men litterally where turned into snow men while they where alive. Before then being left this way to die and decay like they where nothing. This was near half way into the yard, where you could begin seeing the snow men. But the ones that had no bodies in them still had turned to ice, and where normal people would have used coal and peas and carrots. Teeth and human eyes and a real nose would have been put on the snow men. As a gruesome joke or reminder of the people that once lived there. Horrifyingly more. the heads of men where stewn on barwire. but they even too seemed to be grinning as if to say. "Welcome to hell i hope you enjoy your stay. " It was something which could probably be thought of as something like a night mare.

If you still went in further though from this you could begin to see the signs of molotovs and the mush of bones and bodyies trampled under many feet as prisoners tryed to get inside from a snowstorm. Which ultimately left the bodies like mummified snow corpses never to live again but not to be dead either. Yes this all was gruesome but at the same time. It could have been something that was expected. But there still was more, bodies where tied in odd angles made to stand upright on make shift spears which went through them. Like dolls or puppets. They seemed to follow you or maybe they actually did who really knew? It was something which really sometimes you might go crazy if you wrapped your head around it too much. Probably afew or alot of souls did in the last hours of this place's life before everything turned to nothing but death and madness. Even though this place looked old .and it was it still was mainly and very much so intact. which

Was probably thanks to the negative 40 below zero degree's and among other things the pristine wind and lack of human civilization to otherwise disturb this relic and tomb of many dead. For many times over you might hear laughing of the few souls which had not succumbed to hollowfication yet. But this was rare. as over 400 years many souls had either hollowfied. or where driven mad to the point they really would either gotten drawn to hell or become something worse but what really was unknown. All that really was known of the place in the closest parts of the yard. Was that it was a mess. Bodies hanging from windows. Legs thrown everywhere at odd angles. Litterally the fences where covered with a fresh carpet of Mutalated bodies. and the snow was drenched in blood of those who used to live there. At this point the aroma was sickening to the point that it could make you pass out from the sheer number of bodies which now had been lighing around for afew hundred years which again was something which was horrifying.

But something would change now, as afew people who knows who? Decided to brave the yard and see whats inside. Possibly they might learn what the real purpose of black wing was for? Or maybe they too would be driven mad from the horrors which where within. But first off they would have to find their way through the yard without getting lost in the immense wilderness to figure out the proper way in. Or they might just decide to explore quarries and see where the tunnels may lead? There are many different options for them. Who knows really what they might choose. But one thing is for sure, some things within this ancient place are not for the faint of heart. some things might be imprinted into their nightmares and horror filled dreams till the end of their days. Some things within might be something they never wanted to see. There are many things to be seen and many things that are there to be explored. So come on in lets see what you find ?..


Welcome to black wing.. Mental Asylum.

I see youuuu



Come out and play

In the distance could be seen a figure of tall and fair complexion. Having a kind of snowy white angelic hair which blended in with the impending snow storm. Moving as he was he had a kind of feline grace about him which atributed to the nice and clean manner in which he could be seen moving. In some ways he could be compared to a graceful gazelle but in others was like a tawny cat from the savahna having something feral about him which really was hard to characterise in few words. Really though not alot was prominent about this person. Other than the cloak which whipped out behind him from the vicious and howling tempest of snow which encased and surrounded everything insight. The snow storm itself was howling like a demon which was enraged. And behaved as if it was Hell bent on crushing everything in its path. For some reason or another it really was hard to tell what really set it off. But one thing that was certian was the snow some itself was something that seemed to be from hell itself. But really it added a sense of excitement to the electric-like tension in the air. Which threatened to consume everything and everybody who was entering this place.

The figure began to draw closer now, His features which before where obscured and undefined had filled in and became delicate but robust and prominent. Having a soft and rocky or steely manner about him. Though the man himself was of tall stature and was muscular in his form and apearance. For the most part being considered a-tipical muscle man. Or basketball player how ever you consider it. One thing was for sure the man was tall and very fit and strong if you got a good look at him.
But to add onto his weird presence he seemed to look timeless like someone who's age could not really be judged. The feel of someone who not only did'nt know death but could not meet them for themselves. As odd as something like that could sound it was true in many ways and a short sum of many words would say this to be true . But if you wanted to get a good look you would sense a sorrow which seemed like the abyss that had no bottom.

The sorrow you felt the closer you got would seem to eminenate from the single person who was here. Walking towards the gates. Though even this seemed to have no real lingering affect on the climate and the feel which had enveloped the landscape which was the enterance to black wing. Through the howl of the storm. and the sting of the cold crisp antarctic air. The only other thing that could be heard was the steady but faint crunch of boots on snow. This was one of the real sounds which could be heard. It seemed to echo from the contrast with the elements which had tinged this landscape. Causing it to feel how it was in many ways. From this was many different assumptions but in afew words over many. This is why this sound was strange. it was marking something new happening . Which the people who came would be gathering for. But the man himself here was only here for a reason. Which soon would be clear. But for now as he neared the gates the figure had stopped for a second.

Reaching down this person had pulled out a ornate and rustic pocket watch which had a crest which was undescernable and demonic in actuality. But it was uncertian of its origins. The person seemed intent in studdiing the time of the clock. as the steady rhythmic ticking which resounded outwards was almost hypnotic. And entrancing making for a steady and reliable sound in this blackness and dangerous climate. Really though this was somethign that passed for the time of maybe a minute. For the patience which was eminating from the person was one of waiting for something to happen. But what? That was still to be really and truely determined for it was something which was really interesting which was about to happen maybe? For a fact though the way this figure persued his red lips. looking up and studiing the old rustic gates was one of dejavu if you will. This person by their expression in there face that spark of reconition. Had obviously been here before. But the question was when had they been here before?

Right now though the figure had now began walking to the gates, the span was of maybe a half mile. But the person moved with a unhurried gate like they had allthe time in the world. Perhaps they did in a sense, but as this figure walked they would have been absorbing and taking in the lay of the land.From the climate to the feel of the snow on the soles of his feet. The toughness and the aged factors of the gates infront of him. Yes there was many factors which would be considered but for now only afew of these where being considered. Being at the moment there was afew things he needed or the figure if you will needed to do. Pulling their cloak up they seemed to set themselves to work for the most part. Becoming buisy with looking around maybe studiing or looking to see if someone arrived? Really it was something which could not really be explained but for the most part. There was some thing about it which added to the air of excitement. . . .

"When will they get here.. I mean really, I ask them to be on time and what do they do? They slack off and are late. Do they think i will really wait for someone as long as they please to take to get here? What am i a servant or a slave.. This is truely rediculous.. Why the hell did i come out here if no one really had the time nor the iniciative to get here? I know sometimes things are hard to do. But really.. They could have atleast bothered to show up quicker then they are.. "..

This figure would have said pacing back and forth with the air of someone who was exasperated. But for what really where they exasperated about? That itself was somethign which was hard to explain but at the moment. Really the only thing that was clear was the person was pissed. Not kinda pissed but very very pissed. Like the kind of pissed which was serious and real. Not the kind where someone could be called joking around. But in a nutshell this person was not really happy at the moment it seemed.

"..Great now im talking to myself.. ugh i really need to stop doing that.. Its getting bothersome and worriesome. I could stop i should stop.. sdfjkflksfsdjfkdsjflk"..

He continued now having smacked himself on the forhead. Before deciding to walk over to a side of the rugged outcropping cliff face of the bear claw shelf Settling himself in slightly and soundlessly now. He'd have looked around slowly. From one side to the next. Like a predator looking for his prey. Or in this case someone who was very annoyed in waiting for who ever else was coming to arrive. But at the moment really nothing was really mattering besides this fact. A odd fact yes but still a fact. From the manner of it this person was here for a reason. But at this point in time we should get to who and why the person before us is here in the first place.

This person was nue Gremory iramasha. The person who had been trapped at blackwing for some time in the past 400years./ He had explored some of it. but not alot of it in actuality. Being he himself in the 400years had only explored roughly 5% of the total compound. And even did'nt know of what would be in the other places which where in the depths. This is why he was here all the same though. To find out what was here and what would be in store for him. It was partially why he can wait like this. Since he learned patience from blackwing. And as much as he hated to admit it was something that was proving usefull for him in the surrounding landscape and what was being used.

Nue still though had by now settled doown, and was humming a rather listless tune waiting for who ever else was coming to come. Really right now yes he was annoyed at waiting but some things really could not be rushed or could be messed with. Things happened when they happened. And there is really no point in upsetting the balance of things if you could just lay back relax and wait for who ever else wS coming really. So this is what nue did. As he hummed and waited he seemed to look up studdiing the moon in the sky.

The moon itself was luminous and was full of color. But ominous the same. holding the memories he had endured over the years in this retched place. Just waiting to be free. And now he was free and happy. But one thing was true about this moon high in the sky. It brought back bad memories for him. Memories he wished he could forget. But the fact was they could not be forgotten for forgetting the past causes one to repeate themselves. And this is something that he did not want to happen. So therefor he forced himself to remember the past and use its lessons so he would not repeat it in the future.

For now though nue blinked. looking down at the forest once more. Its menacing dead needle barren tree's being a reminder of the once lush and vibrant forests which had been here before the snow had hit. They where reminders of a place which was long gone. And may not return again. But for now.. They would gain a peice of the past back. Through exploring blackwing some things might be remembered again. But for now.. he waited.. For the other to arrive.

Nue Gremory Iramasha !