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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...? ]
cw more suicide references, wrow.
He's not afraid of dying, whether it be here or not. He's been afraid of living, certainly, but...]
...Trying to make everything stop isn't a guarantee that you'll have peace, or oblivion. You can try and still fail, and you just have to deal with it. We all do.
[Ugh, ow, this sucks. Why does fire have to hurt so bad? Why couldn't this weirdo possessed Levi have used a darkness spell.]
Your plan is still fucking stupid, Amon. You're giving up when you know you can still change your fate, but I'm not going to let you get away with it.
[Innis was right - all of the despair hasn't made him fight against his fate. He's accepted it. Owen can't even look down on him, with the history he remembers, but what can he do?
He glances over at Levi as he gets data drained and collapses, and for a moment there's a spark of worry - but it fades, because people will take care of Levi. People will try their best to save him, so Owen can leave that to the people that love him. Still, he has - he has that stupid core he got from tylorific.
So, Owen uses Data Drain Type H: Single on Fidchell. Healing the boss is basically tradition, at this point.]
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like, the things he's saying are right but.
come on. ]
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Happy pride, though, you do you]
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but thanks he'll die if anyone remembers this after the fight is over]
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Owen?!
[ Is he going to have to kick your ass too?? ]
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but also don't perceive him. don't look at him.]
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Couldn't you make your point with just words?!
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