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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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While it's tempting to just lay there being useless for another round, Owen isn't interested in getting trampled. He pushes himself back to his feet, and even if he doesn't get the SP regen from Hector it's fine. He's not been using as much of it as he could he have.]
Of course you hit a man while he's down...
[He says like he hadn't just Given Up for a bit...
Owen takes a moment to steady himself, letting a breath out. He doesn't spare a glance to Barrett when he closes in, and he doesn't pay any mind to the words of the people trying to reach out to Fandaniel - Amon - whatever you want to call him.]
Hey, idiot.
[Excuse him, melee DPS, but he's staying right here. He reaches out, unconcerned for whatever Fidchell might do next - what's he gonna do? kill Owen? - and places his hand where the data flows from his body, assuming he can even reach it.]
I'll see you on the other side of this. Do you remember what I said before? Visit California again and come up to San Francisco. My dogs will love you.
[He's sure that someone noticed he didn't show up for work - someone should have taken in the three of them, and Owen will get them back if he makes it out alive.]
You gotta at least do that much for me when this "perfect world" doesn't work out. Then you can decide if you wanna go through with your stupid plans. Not some little AI's.
[He won't be taking any action again, because being gay is a permanent debuff.]