imperceptus: look so good i might die (feels just like i don't try)
rιɴ, тнe cнαrlαтαɴ ([personal profile] imperceptus) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-10-28 08:25 pm

the cult of the inevitable [ OPEN MISSION ]

who: Rin [personal profile] imperceptus; anyone interested in some spooky dungeon delving shenans
what: Investigating the cult, stealing cursed artifacts, etc
when: Late October, just before Halloween
where: A creepy ruin in the jungle
warnings: Violence; madness; body horror; spookness; warning for blood + gross in one of the inspo images

ENTRANCE - CLEARING

The clearing is eerily silent and still. No chanting, no incomprehensible thrum of voices, no cries to a distant god. Only curiously thin trees, broken stones, and thick underbrush scattered with various painted artifacts. As the adventuring party approaches, these artifacts become more numerous and strange; some of them look like cracked drinking jugs, others like long, half-rotted staves, others are blunt knives, wooden figurines in a vaguely humanoid shape, and so forth. Most of them are in states of decay, but many of them are encrusted with tiny precious gems--rubies and diamonds, sapphires and emeralds. All of them are smeared with the symbol that Rin described to the network, and all of them emanate a power that makes even those resistant to magic feel uneasy.

This aura acts more profoundly on the surrounding flora and fauna as everyone draws closer to the ruins entrance. The underbrush comes alive: green tendrils snake out to grab at your ankles, to lash your wrists. Critters become hostile, launching themselves at you with reckless abandon. The squirrels are extremely upset. But it's all small fry, and the aura mostly just makes even those with frail constitutions feel a little queasy. No big deal, right? Press on.

FIRST FLOOR - LIBRARY

A crumbled threshold leads down, down, down into the dark. You'll need some light or someone with night vision to safely descend the first set of steps, which are uneven and falling apart. Try not to stumble to your death--or at least, a broken ankle. At the bottom of the steps, there's a poorly kept dirt floor strewn with unidentifiable debris. Heaps of garbage, mysterious stains, bits of old furniture. A few wall sconces light the area, and walking further in reveals a wrecked library. Books are in wobbly stacks, tossed everywhere, their pages ripped out and covered with gibberish scrawling. INEVITABLE INEVITABLE INEVITABLE is written legibly across many of the otherwise ruined pages.

As you walk forward, you see the exit to another staircase ahead--and a group of about half a dozen people in heavy robes, milling about the remains of the library. Muttering to themselves, scratching their necks, chuckling. Their cowls cover their faces, and they don't notice you until you make a sound--and then, suddenly, all eyes are on you.

The cultists attack, using mostly hand-to-hand combat techniques; they also wield long, slender daggers, the kind that fit easily through someone's ribs. But if they catch you staring, they'll stare right back, eyes suddenly glowing a burning green. These are their Entropy Eyes, a spell that causes a number of randomized, negative effects, ranging from mere disorientation to outright--albeit temporary--madness. Those with strong wills can resist the Entropy Eyes; others will find themselves confused, unaccountably hostile, and terribly unsteady on their feet. Everyone will hear whispers in the back of their heads, whispers that fill their guts with dread. The aura felt at the entrance thickens, intensifying symptoms of nausea and dizziness.

Still time to turn back.




SECOND FLOOR - LABORATORY

The laboratory reeks. It's a mix of sour and sweet, of blood and rust, of soil and decay. Shattered beakers are strewn everywhere, as are cages--some empty, some with a reddish muck oozing from between the bars. Unidentifiable piles are scattered throughout; close inspection suggests limbs, teeth, hair. There's a table against one wall, and someone's painted WE ARE SO PARCHED WE ARE SO PARCHED just above a line of flasks, each filled somewhat with a different colored liquid. These liquids can have a variety of effects on their own or mixed together--explosive, burning, mind-addling, gas-producing, etc. They are generally not benign, though.

The only exit is a door covered in esoteric symbols; in its center is not a knob, but a small face with an open jaw and many rows of teeth. The door is painted, too, with the phrase: WE ARE SO HUNGRY WE ARE SO HUNGRY. The mouth is just big enough for a flask, a human hand, or something else of similar size.

And, besides all that, there are the dolls. These are humanoid patchworks, ranging from 5' to 6', each made from assorted parts. They freewheel towards anyone who enters, whimpering; cackling. Some of them mistake you for a loved one, but their embrace is choking; their nails are red-stained claws. Ignoring them will send them into a wailing frenzy, so it's best just to dispatch them as fast as you can.

Once done, you have to decide how to get past that door. It will open for any of the following:

Feeding it a potion mixed from the table

Feeding it part of a doll

Feeding it your own blood/skin/etc

Choice A causes a soft murmuring to run through the back of your mind, something that makes you feel a vague, discomfiting dread, but it's easily ignored.

Choice B causes the same murmuring, accompanied by a savage satisfaction, a feeling of selfish triumph. If you're weak to such suggestion, your paranoia towards your teammates increases slightly--you feel they are there to take something from you, for whatever reason.

Choice C causes a feeling of supreme contentment ... followed by awful, gut-churning terror. Something has you. Something is with you.

Whatever you choose, the door leads to the final descent. Down, down, down into darkness, into a spacious, chilly cave, and here you find ...



BOTTOM FLOOR - CAVERN OF WORSHIP

... the Ascended. These people--creatures, really--turn in unison when a new presence breaches the sanctum. They are horrifying to behold: cultists who have gone through the final rituals of their doctrine, transformed from their previous selves into avatars of suffering and terror. They have no discernible face nor features; instead, their heads are stuck through all over with needles, and blood drips constantly from the wounds. Their bodies are emaciated, their fingers gnarled and full of claws. And, most relevant to you: they're fast. They pull the needles from their heads and lunge, aiming to pierce vital organs--but they'll take whatever they can get, really. When struck, they screech out an unearthly wail that rattles your bones and chills your steps. The floor writhes beneath you as you engage them; the rock shifts and softens, becoming so many squirming, grasping tentacles. These are an illusion, but a powerful one--they will grab you and toss you, but a solid strike to their bases will send them away.

Once you've dealt with the Ascended, you find yourself in front of an enormous statue. Its shape is undefinable, for the most part: it shifts between many forms as you gaze upon it. For a moment it's something Lovecraftian, some many-mouthed beast come to devour the world. Then it's a raven, ominous and silent. Then, a humanoid figure, indeterminate and beautiful, dressed in flowing robes and reaching out to you like a friend, lips parted in a vicious smile. The only stable part of the statue is its center: an enormous, oval shaped ruby shot through with veins of gold. The ruby pulses as though alive, and a pale mist swirls in its center, agitated and alive.

There are words inscribed on a plinth in front of the statue:

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

The aura now is the thickest it's ever been. No matter your victories, you feel sick, even as the glittering jewel draws your eye. At best, you just want to leave. At worst, you want to strangle everyone around you, then leave. And maybe you want a piece of that jewel, too? It's up to you.




OOC


If you take any treasure/books/etc from this place, you will find they are both very valuable and very dangerous. The longer they are in a character's possession, the more likely they are to eventually cause profoundly negative side effects (dampening of altruism/compassion/empathy, encouragement of anger/jealousy/paranoia/etc). This is especially so for pieces of the jewel, which cannot be kept for more than a day without doing serious damage to one's emotional state.

That said, in general feel free to decide how deeply the magic/horror of this place will affect any individual character--some people are stronger than others, but even strong people can have a good day (and vice versa). Also, there wasn't really any sign-up for this! Feel free to just make up a reason for the character to be here, whether or not they spoke with Rin. It's NBD.


spellslots: (and i dont care)

III

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-29 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[If he's being honest, Taako didn't buy Rin's damsel act for a second but the sheer level of violence here is a little disconcerting and yet still, somehow, not surprising. He does his best to keep an eye on Rin throughout the scuffle, occasionally sending a helpful spell his way, but things get messy a little while in and Taako loses track. It isn't until it's all over and he's a little bit bloodied (his HP is just real low) that he looks for Rin again.

And is immediately concerned when he sees Rin go for the ruby, enough to actually jog the rest of the way over.]


Rin, darling, you know I love a bit of bling as much as the next dude, but even I've gotta admit this looks super bad. It's giving me some serious heebie-jeebies, I think we should wreck this shit, not take it home.
spellslots: (only the good die young? phewf)

taakooooo ☂ ota

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-10-29 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
clearing

[Things that are bad ideas: stealing the gems out of the decaying artifacts littering the clearing.

Things that Taako is doing anyway: stealing the gems out of the decaying artifacts littering the clearing.

Things that someone should probably do: stop him.]


library

[There's nothing cool to steal in the library, but there are dipshits to kill, and Taako's almost as good at that as he is at theft. It's the reason he's kept the umbra staff close at hand; as soon as the first cultist draws a knife, a fireball shoots from the staff, burning them up. If anyone had qualms about murder, they probably should've spoken up before now, because there's zero hesitation when Taako raises the staff a second time.

And then he makes the mistake of locking eyes with another cultist; the whispers seem to get louder and he feels dizzy, almost losing his balance before he forces himself to close his eyes and focus. He's better than cheap tricks.]


Heads up, don't look too closely at these thugs if you don't want 'em messing with you.

library part 2

[Taako might call himself a simple idiot wizard, but at the end of the day he was one of only seven arcanists chosen for an incredibly exclusive and important mission, and he wasn't picked for his looks (as great as they are). He was chosen because he's actually pretty fucking good at magic, and right now he's using that to pour over the books available, once the cultists are all dead.]

None of this makes any sense, were they drunk when they wrote these spells...?

[He's half-muttering to himself as he draws a finger across a page, trying to decipher some meaning out of it.

He might end up taking a few of those books with him, just to investigate on his own time.]


ascended

[These motherfuckers are fast, and there's only so much Taako can do with spells when they keep missing the damn creatures and honestly, he'd really like them to die, because they're creepy as shit. All of this is creepy as shit and it's starting to get under his skin even with his resistance to the sort of magic that gets into people's heads. He wants to tear into something until the whispers stop.

So Taako the elf wizard takes his leave of the fight, to be replaced by Taako the tiger, who finds this whole situation a lot easier to deal with.

There are teeth to snap into the necks of the ascended and claws to rake into their chests and muscle that's barely bothered by the thin needles and it's satisfying in a way that throwing a spell from a distance really isn't. It satisfies something in him that he's sure is an effect of this place, but he's not worried about losing control. Because despite the ferocity, he's not a threat to the rest of the party.

If anything, he's there in case anyone needs a hand.]
scoutsniper: (Default)

I, obviously

[personal profile] scoutsniper 2017-10-30 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[This is...not what Frank signed up for when he got put on Mission Security. He was out here to kill monsters, and to keep people alive. ].

You're fucking kidding me. [he's not going to stab your squirrel.]
realimperfect: (Default)

Re-L Mayer | OTA

[personal profile] realimperfect 2017-10-30 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
i. clearing

[ If the clearing itself hadn’t been so… oddly familiar in its silence, in small twisted trees, it might’ve been a bit less unnerving for Re-L. Blue eyes scan the place at a near relentless pace, watching for any small movement, itching for the rifle strapped to her thigh if there’s a sign of anything she’s not too keen on facing hand to hand. Granted, she’s more formidable than she appears, but Re-L definitely prefers to avoid physical confrontation.

The runes and artifacts, naturally, draw her attention the most quickly and intensely. Occasionally she stops to take one in in greater detail, the gems taking her attention but… it’s something that they give off that discourages her from doing her usual and touching to discern a little more. The aura of the place doesn’t do much to her (perhaps a side effect of her demi-god cloning) – and for the most part she manages to yank herself free of roving vines and engaging creatures.

It’s one particular artifact near the entrance that seems to entrance her the most – a humanoid figure, its arms cracking and beginning to crumble, the remains of which sit at it’s base in vary resting places, that draws her in the most. The glow it gives off enhances the pallor of her face, the blue of her eyes, as she takes it in, head tipping, somehow entranced and yet repulsed at the same time. ]


What the hell is with these things. I’ve never felt this way in my life…


ii. reading rainbow

[ There’s a small part of Re-L that is incredibly thankful that she’s always carried a small flash light. It had been an essential part of what she’s carried since Romdeau, investigating dark corners and recesses of Earth’s ‘final paradise.’ Immediately the place strikes her as a library, and a small part of her is thrilled at the prospect of being able to collect something possibly ancient, useful, something to study to take up her spare time –

Most of the books are nothing she understands, however, even the ones not torn to pieces or otherwise discarded. One small tome draws her in particular – she’s got no idea why, but.. she tucks it away in the folds of her dark clothing in a deft motion, an elbow moving back a little too quickly and bumping a precarious stack of books, sending them tumbling and thudding to the dirty floor in a heap of dust and noise.

Which, of course, sets off their friends - - ]


Shit - [ She whispers it as though she’s not already been heard and then draws her rifle, and the din is soon joined by gun fire when she’s not trying to dodge fists and daggers.

One glances a rib – which causes a momentary flinch and then a growl of frustration –

And that particular goblin’s skull is mush on the floor after a moment. Thankfully any goblin that manages to catch her eye finds he has no effect, but.. the whispers make her uneasy, thin lips pressing together as she shakes blood from her side off her fingers. She attributes the sick feeling to her injuries, taking a deep breath and straightening up. ]


Let’s get this over with.


iii. rock bottom

They look like proxies. [ Re-L observes it to herself more than anyone else, a mutter, blue eyes watching with a certain intensity. The beasts she’s used to are, generally, darker in flesh, more human than these figures, but… the aura that they put off is the same. They wish to maim, they wish to kill, they’re out for blood as soon as they lunge forward and Re-L is immediately glad she’s been doing some training. It helps, though, that she’s dealt with dispatching creatures like these previously. Perhaps not in the same way, but in the same savagery vs. savagery. Stomping with force that doesn’t seem possible from such a lanky body at the base of writhing floor tentacles Re-L shoots at any Ascended that strays too close, a grim, tooth bared smirk her only response if a bullet happens to land and the creature screams.

Well, at least these can be shot.

She’s still catching her breath when they finally approach the statue, looking up at it much like a curious child would something wondrous. She feels as though she’s staring down Proxy One one more time, sick to her stomach and stuffing down the fearful need to turn tail and run –

She wants to leave, the twist in her gut says to run and never come back, but something stronger, braver pushes through, another pulse of that jewel draws her eye, and a pale hand shoots out, long fingers extending and, finally, a voice that doesn’t seem her own gives a flat demand: ]


Give it to me.


iv. wild card
[ If there's anything I missed or something you want to play with Re-L that isn't here, hit me up at [plurk.com profile] goblinrex or just throw it at me and we'll roll with it! ]
mysophobic: (Default)

shigeru miyata | ota

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-10-31 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Library I;

[ For anyone who is of the curious minded, they can find Shigeru rummaging through the wreckage of books. Perhaps trying to find something the might help them as the further descend into whatever this place might be. He looks a bit pale as he consistently opens book after book only to see the words scrawled into each one. This doesn't look good at all, and he's not sure what exactly they've gotten themselves into now.

He might absentmindedly take one of those books and put it in the satchel at his side, not even considering the consequences of his actions. But the noises coming from another part of the library draw his attention and he might get and go over to see what it was. ]


Library II;

[ If the situation in the clearing wasn't indicative enough to what lay ahead then the libraries turn for worse is no surprise. Shigeru might look the part with the way that giant purple sigil silently floats behind him, giving off a soft purple glow as it does so. Shigeru's own appearance is different as well, with his black sclera and purple irises, one might even take him for a cultist if it weren't for the fact that he were fighting them right now. He'll dodge and parry their attacks easily enough, when his own sword connects with theirs however, the daggers they use begin to disintegrate, like sand almost, as he fights them. The attack though of Entropy Eyes might make him sway backwards, luckily Shigeru's will is one of the strongest he knows, so it doesn't take affect on him as readily as it would anyone else. ]

Cavern;

[ The fight with the ascended is something he all too familiar with. Not of this world but within his own, they remind him of the poor men, woman, and children locked away in that laboratory and forced to turn into inhuman beasts without much capabilities to thought. It breaks his heart to see, but also scares him as well, reminding him of his own limited time and the state of his gate, which has deteriorated some since arriving here. The horrors of the ascended are put to the back of his mind as he helps fight them off. He never expected this sort of thing to be here, within this place, but even here it seemed there were unknown horrors still to be found.

Shigeru will find himself cornered at some point, his sword and shield raised as he tries to parry the attacks but they push him against a wall and he could use the assist. ]
realimperfect: (resentment rides high)

Library I

[personal profile] realimperfect 2017-10-31 02:50 am (UTC)(link)

[ Re-L's had the same idea, so far as rummaging through the library and finding what she can that my be useful or... that she could keep herself. She's already tucked a small tome in to her pocket for safe keeping, herself, but she can't help her curiosity in someone else who's keeping a volume. For certain she didn't miss the fact that he puts one in his satchel - blue eyes flickering from his pocket, to him.

Sh thinks they've talked in passing, at least once perhaps, maybe even just passed each other, but she can't stop the question - ]


You're taking one, too?
scholiast: <user name=anonbeadraws site=tumblr.com> (★ abjuration specialist)

ii

[personal profile] scholiast 2017-11-01 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, (Lucretia says blithely, standing with her back to him while he considers the beakers, her eyes on the door. The dolls hadn't been hard to dispatch but they had been extremely disturbing. One had clutched her around the neck from behind and leaned in uncomfortably close, as if for a kiss; she and Rin had made short work of them after that. They lay slumped in dead piles about the room and Lucretia is affording them some attention yet because she swears she just saw one move, out of the corner of her eye, but she may still be jumpy.

While she keeps watch, Rin is fumbling with the potions. A quick glance over her shoulder shows her Rin holding up two beakers in careful contemplation. The grin he shoots her is not reassuring, and nor is the gunshot sound that follows, but at least they have something that looks... semi-viable.

Lucretia exhales, sharp and uncomfortable.)


Gods, this place gives me the skitters– what do you mean by feed the door?
scholiast: <user name=anonbeadraws site=tumblr.com> (★ ya fucked it)

library!

[personal profile] scholiast 2017-11-01 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Got it.

(Lucretia is actually a little afraid of what lies underneath of the hoods. The way all of them are grouped like that with their robes on is uncomfortably, eerily familiar, and she wouldn't put it past this place to start showing her something that she doesn't want to see. Or hear, for that matter. The whispering is a low, constant murmur in the back of her mind and it's proving frustrating to concentrate.

Taako is at her back, killing without abandon. Lucretia is incapacitating as best she can, even though she's aware that she's simply presenting Taako with easier targets to cut down.)


If we keep one- on your left- alive, do you think we could question them or–
spellslots: (until you are dead)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-11-01 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been a long time since they've fought beside each other, but it's as familiar as breathing to Taako, after a century of things like this.

When Lucretia warns him, he doesn't even look that way before casting magic missile, sending the three streaks of light towards his left.]


I think they're like, pretty past questioning, but you're not killing 'en anyway so we might as well.

[There's no judgement in the way he says that, he knows she doesn't kill as easily as he does.]
verflair: (047)

II

[personal profile] verflair 2017-11-01 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ X’rhun knows very little of alchemy, so who is he to question Rin when he speaks with such confidence? Especially when X’rhun’s rather morbid solution would be to feed the door a piece of one of the poor creatures they dispatched when they arrived.

He’s not so sure what Rin’s goal is, mixing things as he is, but X’rhun starts a little when the mixture turns volatile. ]


Your hand, first.

[ And he holds out his own hand in expectance. He’s no healer, but for a mage whose strengths lie mostly in combat, his healing abilities are nothing to scoff at. ]
verflair: (022)

library

[personal profile] verflair 2017-11-01 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Duly noted.

[ This is far from X’rhun’s first run-in with cultists, but they all seem to have different sorts of nasty tricks up their sleeves. It’s like a grab bag of dark magic and crazy, you never know what sort of twisted result you’ll get.

But, given that this sort of thing is old hat for him, he has no qualms with slaying the men attacking them. As one cultist sets his sights on the red mage, X’rhun gives a wave of his hand, calling half a dozen swords of light into being. Two of them zip forward, and while the cultist manages to bat one away with his knife, he isn’t quite fast enough to counter the second, which pieces his chest and then dissipates, leaving him to fall. The four remaining swords stay with X’rhun, hanging menacingly over the red mage’s head.

Of course, with those swords, he’s shining like a beacon in the dim space, and he is definitely attracting attention.

Stupid flashy red mage. ]
verflair: (030)

Cavern;

[personal profile] verflair 2017-11-01 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He’s been trying to keep an eye on Shigeru as they’ve been pressing deeper into the dungeon, but when they entered the cavern, chaos soon erupted and X’rhun lost track of his friend. It’s only after dispatching another of the Ascended that he catches sight of him again, his back against the wall as one of those godsforsaken creatures makes the advance, needle in hand.

The area between himself and Shigeru’s attacker is blessedly clear, so X’rhun doesn’t waste a moment. Propelled by magic, he dashes forward, running the thing through. So, Shigeru gets his assist in the form of a blade suddenly sprouting from the Ascended’s chest. Sorry, dude. ]


Are you all right, my friend?
spellslots: deeper than any grave (your love will always be rooted)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-11-01 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Listen, the swords are very cool, but they're also very bright and Taako isn't gonna stand too close to the dude who's basically flashing a neon sign to the cult members, so he sort of just - gently sidesteps a little. Just a little! But he's gonna let catdude and his fancy magic swords handle themselves.]

Are you sure you're not a cleric?

[Because that looks like a cleric spell.]
scholiast: <user name=peachearted site=tumblr.com> (★ pray for sunrise)

[personal profile] scholiast 2017-11-02 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
(The way all three bolts of magic missile hit their target is deeply satisfying to Lucretia, who doesn't quite understand why she isn't shooting to kill. These things are clearly trying to harm them and seem well past the point of resembling anything human. Perhaps it's just out of habit that she pulls her punches.)

I see your point.

(Chain lightening drops three at once, and Lucretia glances uncomfortably away from their upturned faces.)

New theory: maybe the whispering will stop if we get them all.
verflair: (094)

[personal profile] verflair 2017-11-02 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ X’rhun seems to consider this a moment, tilting his head and tapping a gloved finger to his chin. ]

Still a red mage, last I checked.

[ As if he’s ever been anything else.

His beacons are doing a good job of attracting attention, and four of the cultists group up to make the advance. That seems to be what X’rhun was hoping for, because he spreads his arms and the remaining four swords zip forward to surround the cultists. The swords drive themselves into the ground, pillars of white light erupting from each. Three of the cultists are fully caught in the blast, and topple over, smoking. One manages to escape the worst of it and only comes away a little singed, but very angry. ]


Tsk. My aim must be off.

[ But here comes the cultist, charging them both. ]
spellslots: DNT (to misbehave)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-11-04 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite spending most of his life working alongside other arcanists, the past eighteen months of Taako's life have been fighting alongside a fighter and a (not very good) cleric, so he's kind of used to being the heavy hitter when it comes to magic.

But he's more than happy to take a backseat role and save his spell slots.]


That is some showy as shit magic, I'm into it.

[Taako, for his part, keeps it simple with scorching ray, sending three bolts of fire at the cultists; one is dodged, but the other strike the cultist in the chest, sending him down.]

They really should get some like, armor or something, if they're not any good at magic.
spellslots: DNT (why it's such a big deal though)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-11-04 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I get it, I do, but please trust your magic guy on this when he's saying that thing feels all kinds of wrong.

[What's the point of bringing a wizard along if Rin doesn't trust him to know what he's talking about with this kind of thing. That ruby is super cursed.]
spellslots: (and was killed)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-11-05 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
This place is too fucking small for that and you know it, you sell someone cursed shit and they're not gonna be happy with you once they've figured it out.

[There's no point making a morality argument here, because Taako wouldn't care about that shit either, but Rin is smart and he's good merchant, selling bad wares only gets you so far if you can't run, afterwards.]
spellslots: (:T)

[personal profile] spellslots 2017-11-05 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Hell yeah I am on board with that plan, I want these fucks out of my head.

[He doesn't actually know if it's the cultists who are causing the whispering, but it can't hurt to kill them either way. So he takes stock of the scene around them and makes a quick decision.]

Five o'clock, I'm gonna cast levitate and you hit 'em once they're at the ceiling.

[And with a flick of the umbra staff, up they go.]
mysophobic: (31 - questioning)

[personal profile] mysophobic 2017-11-05 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ He might jump a little at the sudden voice. He was all too focused on the noises around him to really pay attention to Re-L right next to him. Good job Shigeru /smh ]

Yes! I mean...I guess. We might be able to find something back in the city to help translate them? But I don't know this language at all, do you?

[ His reply is typed on a phone as he shows Re-L it. He's on pretty high alert right now so every now and then he'll look around to make sure no one is heading their way. ]

It's kind of strange that no one is around either, isn't it?
umbrastaff: ([8])

[personal profile] umbrastaff 2017-11-05 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I

[ Lup left her Loki-made vessel at home for this thing, because she's not sure how much damage that thing can take, and she'd rather not be out a body again.

Plus this way, she's not being gnawed at by squirrels, instead floating above the mess in a nice incorporeal form and using cantrips to push the angry critters away. Her spell mastery also makes her able to cast continual flame to burn away any shitty vines that tried to grab people. ]


This place is really messed up. I wouldn't touch anything if I were you, it seems to fuck up the wildlife.

[ It probably falls to deaf ears, but she's at least gonna try. She frowns and glances over at some of the scattered artifacts. In all honesty she wants to pick some up and study them as well, so maybe it was a good idea she didn't have skin to touch anything right now.

Crazy shit was happening. ]


II

[ The library is just as creepy and bathed in wrong, but at least this was inside some unholy fuckery place and not messing with the creatures outside. Lup is more than agitated in here, though, longing to just set it all ablaze.

wrong wrong wrong wrong

Then they're under attack by some assholes, and Lup is quick to react, throwing out fire to push some of them back. If some of it happens to scorch some books as well, she's not going to fucking cry about it.

Being a damn lich and having survived in her own staff by sheer will, the eyes are fairly easy to power through - but it's freaking her out that her friends are acting weird, and more fire can't exactly help that, no matter how many of these punks she burned alive. ]


III

[ Of course the place of madness had a freaky cavern of freaky worship with freaky fuckers. Lup would be lying if she didn't enjoy fighting again, but the messed-up everything kind of took the small joy of kicking ass away. This wasn't like the Hunger or the fucking liches in Wonderland, this was just crawling in her non-existent skin.

She grabs her head a bit, trying to clear her mind. They should just get out of this place and set everything ablaze. Explode it from the outside and bury it completely. ]


Take it from the undead chick, we need to fucking skedaddle out of here. All of this is wrong.

[She looks over at the statue - and suddenly she's floating closer, staring at the ruby. It was powerful.

She liked power. ]
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