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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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He isn't close, so he stays his distance to let others approach, letting his weapon fall unread at his side.]
...It's not all on you, Amon.
[It twists, knowing that he'd felt similarly for Cubia for the longest time. Even if their reasoning for attachment were different, even if they didn't get along some times -- they'd agreed on that first talk from oceans apart that giving Lily a chance to survive was more important than grievances.
He can't commit to that entirely, now. Not with the truth lying like brambles in his path. And he knows now it won't lead them anywhere safe, or perfect, or kind.
But his heart still aches for them. For a brother wanting to protect someone he loves dearly. For someone just wanting to feel strong enough to make a difference.]
...You always spoke kindly of him. I saw how you treated him, and how much you cared.
So... I hope you can feel some of that kindness for yourself. Knowing you tried. You did what you could, Amon.
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He knew... about Barret and Levi's sister but... ]
She loved flowers.
[ He tells her, urging his last ounce of strength to tell someone anything, anything at all about Meteion, his own little sister, the one who— ]
We would... go sit in the fields outside of our parents' farm... and I would make for her... flower crowns, from anything she picked. It made her... so happy...
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[He lets himself take a couple steps closer at that, to meet Amon's eyes. He hears. He doesn't want to forget.]
Meteion, right? Your sister.
[He remembers. Even if it was told in more derisive tones... he remembers. Something he never felt was his to ask, but that made sense when he watched Amon act and speak with the one he cared about like a sibling.]
She must have loved every moment of that. Knowing that your older brother is there... it can make a little sibling feel really safe.
I'll remember, Amon.
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He smiles as he closes his eyes and drifts away as data on the wind. ]
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His eyes tiredly trace to the many faces he knows, watching Owen promptly vanish, before letting his eyes settle to his older brother. Seeing the mark against his forehead, a brand that still remains... and wondering, deep down, if this is going to be their inevitable fate, too.
He will stay put until those that mourn are ready to go. He doesn't trust that Cubia won't try something else now, of all times.
Best to get the grieving to safety.]