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altimit2023-11-18 01:43 am
trollophoroi) wrote in altimit2023-11-18 01:43 am
Σ Turbulent Distrusting Ice Wall
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...? ]
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...? ]
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Swallow: Sounds fun, I'll head over to the Chaos Gate! What kind of field are you thinking?
[She's typing and sending as she walks out the door, of course.]
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[ Again, the message glitches, and for the briefest of time, it reads GET OUT! YOU HAVE TO GET OUT but then it changes again, a second message from Fuurin coming through. ]
Fuurin: I'm heading towards the gate now, too. See you there!
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She squints at her screen. A single glitch is one thing, but...]
Swallow: 'K, let me get ready and I'll see you there!
[Though in actuality she's pausing to run through her menu and messages, seeing if she can get the glitch to replicate. Hopefully Fidchell doesn't have any problems creating whole chatlogs with her friends, because she'll try scrolling back through those.]
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But by this time, the strangeness of it all seems to feel fainter and fainter. Surely this is normal. This is just someone messing with her, a spammer. No, this is fine... Isn't it...? Yeah... yeah, it is... She should go. Fuurin is waiting. Fuurin is waiting for her over at the... Chaos Gate... and she shouldn't be... late? ]
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[Get out where...?
...
Huh. Gate out. Gate.
Guess she better head to the Chaos Gate and meet up with Fuurin finally.]
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From that point on, the glitches no longer come to mind even when they happen. Shoka will ignore them and carry on through the Chaos Gate, joining Fuurin on a fun tromp through a Grassy Meadow area.
What were those messages...? Nothing. Who cares?
This is her wonderful life. Everything is just fine, just fine.
From this point on, it will take someone from outside the pod to free Shoka. ]