Σ Turbulent Distrusting Ice Wall

[trollophoroi]

Who: Fidchell the Prophet and two fateful parties.
What: A prophecy foretold.
When: 11/21, Night
Where: The city formerly known as Lumina Cloth.
Warnings: Mentions of suicidal ideation, violence.



[ Something appears to be afoot in the night-shrouded city of lights, Lumina Cloth. Ever since the fall of Innis and Magus, it has begun to grow colder, and colder, and colder. NPCs begin to glitch in and out of existence as the days crawl along until one day, they are no more, and it begins to snow.

Throughout this entire ordeal, a strange yet familiar figure dressed gaudily in blue and feathery robes can be witnessed watching from a distance.

Everything ices over, the lights flickering out one by one, plunging the entire city into darkness... until... until?

Only after the city has been buried in snow and covered in ice do the lights all snap back on and those who enter the Root Town will discover a horrific sight: Telophoroi Tower has risen high over the frozen landscape at the center of the city, overtaking the rest of the buildings. It is far larger and much more dangerous-looking than before, with more metal, more spikes, and an ominous mist clinging to it from all angles.

There is only one person who could possibly be waiting here.

Approaching the tower will plunge the players into the mist.

Nearly all will find themselves turned around but a few, those lucky few, will find themselves entering the dark, empty halls of the guild @ home once known as Telophoroi. Steps echo, emptiness reigns, no sign of even Cultist Grunty anymore. Those stairs are new, though, and they wind up and up and up towards the very tip-top of the tower.

Do you dare to climb them...? ]

Comments

[fluorite]

[ Watching people he knows and cares for tumble out of the pods is unsettling, and he frowns as he watches those he knows for a fact are now deceased crawl out. What kind of spell is this? How can they take on all of them at once? What—

Ow??? He takes a lot more damage than he expects to, hissing in pain as he turns around to look his attacker in the eye only to see...

Ah. Yael. It's a surprise to hear him saying such things when they had a conversation about the opposite not that long ago. That makes it easy to push past any of the upset he would normally feel, as every single word leaving the clone's mouth goes against what Fai knows to be true of Yael. ]

What happened to accepting whatever truth we discovered?

[ Maybe he shouldn't smile when the clone of his own boyfriend (fitted with a prosthetic leg and everything for combat—it's impressive how accurate these clones are) is coming at him with all his might, but... hm. Maybe they should spar for real one day. Could be fun. ]

I suppose it doesn't matter. You're not my Sheza anyway.

[ And with that, he casts PhaRue Zot (20) at Yael's clone, enveloping him in a storm of water. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ The clone of Yael is staggered under the water, struggling within it as he's trapped there long enough to inhale enough that he looks as though he's beginning to drown. He grabs at his throat, struggles, but eventually does brute force his way out of the storm.

Gasping and coughing for air, nearly doubling over from it, the clone gazes upon Fai with betrayal and anger written across his face. ]

What the hell do you think you're doing?! I just... wanted us to be together...

[fluorite]

[ His expression grows blank in an attempt to conceal the turmoil he feels over seeing Yael start to drown. It's disconcerting, to say the very least, especially after Fai saw him nearly die just the other week.

But his words all but melt that uncertainty away. That's because— ]

Come on, the real you would get angrier and say that you'll keep us together no matter what.

[ Give him that bit of je ne sais quoi. ]