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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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The worry sits heavy in him, but the fire to do right in him burns hotter, and so he singlemindedly makes his way to the top, pays no mind to anyone, anything else.
He stares up, the emotion in his eyes mixed. ]
You know this isn't the end.
[ Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn. ]
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[ He places a hand on his chest, over his heart, as if injured by the very thought. Dramatic as ever, it would seem. ]
This is an end and an beginning. At the end of the Phases, all of my brethren defeated. Only I stand between you and Lily. Once I, Fidchell, have fallen...
What will you do then, Hector? March onward to destroy the world I have dreamed of for so long?
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[ He shouts this, the flames from his chest licking at his throat and the back of his eyes. ]
The only thing we're destroying is Cubia. I don't want to destroy the world, not if I can help it!
[ That was never his intention, anyway. Especially if there's no certain world beyond Fragment, then...this is their home, isn't it? ]
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So cruel, Hector. I had hoped better of you.
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[ The grip on his staff tightens. Why. Why? This isn't cruelty. That was Gorre's fight.
This can't be fate, either. Because he'll see the outcome he wants from this battle, and it's not the one Fandaniel—no, Fidchell keeps going on and on about. ]
He's not your brother. You're way too attached to him. He's cruel, and evil. But you're not!
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[ Even now, after everything, he will not budge on his beliefs. Fidchell is loyal until the end. Let the others fail, let the ones who dare survive turn against their creator, but Fidchell will never. ]
Your suffering now is temporary. It gives us the data we need to forge the future. For that, I will stand between you and Lily one final time. It is the only protection left that I can offer him now... to see this through, to collect the last of my own data... for him.
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The fire burns in his eyes, and it takes a lot for him not to immediately jump to him and shake him senseless. This is wrong. When Fandaniel comes back and he can think properly, then he can ask what happened to him. Surely, the real Fandaniel understands how wrong all of this is, and then when they face Cubia...
... ]
I'll forge my own future.
[ Who cares if he's just a Harvest Cleric? He'll do everything in his power to see that they get the ending they want. Not Cubia's ending. ]
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