11/05 — ΣHeartless Snaring Cathedral...?

[userunfriendly]

Who: █████ & visitors
What: scheming
Where: Δ Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground (Hulle Granz Cathedral)
When: Sunday, 11/05
Warnings: to be added


[ Despite the ominous aura, the haunted tower has seen no shortage of visitors recently. But for those who gate in today the air itself is different. The skies are black, and the mist that had blanketed only the top of the tower now pours out across the plains, shrouding the ruined city from sight.

Anyone who goes looking for the master of the tower will find that the room he occupied before now holds only a single door, standing unsupported in the middle of the room. It beckons, tugging with a terrible compulsion — you know whatever sight awaits you is one you'll later wish you could forget, and yet... you look. But the door opens only onto the bridge leading to Hulle Granz Cathedral, where the first quiet strains of choral music through the open doors guides you on. ]

((Note: Characters are welcome to receive the location from any other player and gate directly to Δ Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground. Allowing those who found his tower inaccessible to come join, too, is cruelty.))

Comments

[tylorific]

[ Tylor has to attack, while Em can't and while others are here to help shake him out of his nightmare. But Tylor finally looks over, having learned nothing from being distracted in the last fight. Others have him, and Tylor positions himself between Em and Gorre.

Hands clenched on his lance, crutch under one arm, Tylor still calls to him, calmly no matter what state the other is in. ]

Chef. Em, You'll be okay.

[insinning]

[Sinclair shakes his head, trembling like a leaf]

It's not. It's not. I haven't forgotten after all. My family. Even my dog. They're...there. Behind you. She's here.

[tylorific]

Then try not to forget again. But they aren't real, Em.

[ His voice is as steady as Em isn't, torn between defending and turning his attention to him. In the lull, when his lance disappears-- Tylor reaches blind to find him. Whatever he can reach of him, gentle and easy to rebuff. ]

[insinning]

I don't want to. I hate it but I don't want to.

[A shaky sound emerges from his lips, but he takes Tylor's hand anyway. Real and warm]

[tylorific]

You're okay. We're all here for you too.

[ Tylor repeats the sentiment, softer as he squeezes Em's hand. ]

[insinning]

...thank you. Justy.

[Just squeezing tight. He'll get through this]