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...? ]

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[legendofthelion]

[The stench continues. Absently she presses her palms to her arms, trying to rub off the feeling. Zelkova, too, why does it seem to strange to see him?

She tries to return the smile. It's more of a grimance.] Er, call me Dehya. Did I ever tell you that?

[trollophoroi]

Dehya? [ Ah, right. She had. At least, she had told Fandaniel. Had she ever told Zelkova? Well, it seems likely enough. ] Of course. If that's what you want, Dehya.

[ And Zelkova just keeps on smiling and the beach keeps on stinking of rotting meat but the longer they stand there, the more normalized it becomes for Dehya. It's always smelt this way... it's fine... this is normal... there's nothing wrong... and Dehya will begin to find herself starting to believe it. ]

[legendofthelion]

[But there's still that sticky feeling, clinging to her skin.]

No, you were already calling me Dehya. [One wrong thing is replaced with another.] The only person who won't call me that is...

[Her gaze wanders back to the bonfire. It finds Fandaniel. It finds--] Fidchell.

I--I need to go. [Dehya turns on her heels too walk away from the bonfire.]

[trollophoroi]

[ Dehya turns to walk away... and walk away... and walk away... but even though she is walking, she never seems to get farther away from the bonfire or even Zelkova, who simply watches her with a smile, unfaltering, forever, but that won't last forever.

Eventually, the world glitches out and then goes black. Dehya is left feeling as though she's falling through the world until the pod snaps open and ejects her out onto the floor of the arena, ooze and all. ]

Again with the names. How am I meant to keep track of who wants to be called what these days? Ahh, well. I shall make a note.

[ It seems to be only her and Fidchell here, the feathery phase still floating in place, cards in hand. Listed in Deyha's debuff portion of her UI is Face Your Fate (Alone), causing a steep damage down, and truly, it does look to be that she is, in fact, all alone here with him. ]

[legendofthelion]

[Dehya is dumped upon the floor with the slime. She lets out a disgusted retch, wiping it from her face before cautiously staggering to her feet.

She looks up at Fidchell. Back at her pod. And then around to see if the other pods are visible.] No one else has had any trouble with it.