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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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After a moment or two, he begins to stir. His eyes flutter open and he blearily looks up at Hector. There's recognition in his eyes- something he didn't have for anyone around him while he was attacking.]
Ngh... Hector...?
[However, he's going to be hella woozy until he fully recovers, so he will not act this turn.]
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[ Oh, the recognition is good. Though Hector's eyes keep scanning for any signs of anomalies...
Still, he'll wrap his arm around Levi's back to help him upright, and further onto his feet if he needs it. Or wants it. ]
What got into you?
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He doesn't resist Hector's help, doing his best to put his own weight into it. Once he has the chance, he finds his staff and uses it for further support.]
I...think it was Cubia.
[Well...sort of. He squeezes his eyes shut out of shame and shakes his head.]
...What did I do?
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You joined Fidchell and attacked us. You were lucky Dehya snapped you out of it immediately.
[ The way he talks is stern, like a dad scolding his kid. ]
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Levi feels a twist of guilt in his chest when Hector tells him of his deeds while under Cubia's influence. His gaze drifts over to Dehya...]
Y-Yeah. Hopefully it doesn't happen again...I don't wanna go through another Data Drain.
[That scream of terror when the drain snapped him out of his possession was no joke.
But his train of thought completely stops when he finds Barrett in the rubble. His heart sinks so low it may as well be in the ground.]
Oh my go-- Barrett!!
[His immediate thought is that he did that to his brother.]
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They've got him. He'll be fine.
[ He sees the others rushing to his aid already. ]
Fidchell isn't playing around. [ Implied: That wasn't you. ] Keep your wits about you and stay on our side, and this should be over quick.