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  1. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Oh good. I was afraid he'd have to drink their blood/consume some part of them to do that. That would be a Bad IdeaTM.
  2. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    He can mimic the forms of creatures he sees? Sasha needs to learn that trick.
  3. Reinholdt

    Lirrey Lines

    The man looked at Karuna inquisitively for a moment. The Harbour? Why would this be the Harbour? That's a church. Suddenly a woman comes behind the man, taking his arm and starting to lead him away. His eyes get wide before making a minor decision. About all he can manage nowadays. He shakes his head no to Karuna. That was not the Harbour. He had no illusions of being rescued once again being passed up in favor of the mystery of Lirrey. "Ru-ru-repent." The double doors to the church are heavy but unlocked and easy to push open with Agony's impressive strength. Within, the cobweb ridden pews are filled to the brim with smiling parishioners whispering loudly in chorus. Sinner. Repent. Agony can tell they're smiling on account of the entire group of them simultaneously swiveling their heads to look directly at her in a move so synchronized it would make ballerinas jealous. The entire place is caked with an amount of dust that runs directly contrary to the number of people packed inside. The occasional naval equipment lay fixed upon the walls, interspersed with religious imagery of what appears to be three unique figures. One of which could be clearly made out as the rumored form of Lun'silth, well known throughout Inns'th. But the other two were uncertain and immutable, as if changing their forms before the group's very eyes, never fully revealing themselves. At the end of the center aisle awaits a small altar actively being desecrated by two parishioners as they violently tip it over and let it crash to the ground. Their concern lies beneath the altar as the rug gets shuffled away, revealing a set of stairs descending into untold depths. They wait and watch as Agony and Sasha proceed down towards their destination, the mob of villagers behind them reduced to a slow single file funeral march. Karuna and Lunara can easily slip in right behind the shadow monsters if they wish before the line gets a little clogged. Down the winding staircase that weaved to and fro for an extensive period of time. Those roots of energy Karuna saw earlier are converging now, growing stronger, larger, more Real. To continue to gaze upon them with magical senses invites insanity as their concept begin to claw at the far inside of the viewer's eyes, seeking to break through into their brain where they will coil and repurpose. Where they will be ReAl and other realities become less so, lies, unTruths. It's like knowing the sky is blue but it is not blue because you can smell the orange and it is congratulating you on your stock portfolio. The only protection is the mundane. Awaiting at the base of the stairs, is a gargantuan cavern, robust in size purely out of necessity to contain the unfathomable creature within. Along the ceiling and far end rested innumerable tendril like 'roots', pods, appendages, and other yet unclassified characteristics sewn onto bulbous, disconcerting flesh converging around a radial set of presumed teeth. The sense that what little they viewed of the beast was a minority is reinforced by the number of spots in the rock and dirt where pieces of the creature embedded and disappeared. Suddenly the religious imagery of one of the figures in the church above made sense, was understood, became Truth. The REALity is, this is Lirrey the E̩̙̹̙̟t͖̝̼e͏̲̗̠̩̻r̹̪̫͖̬̻͘n͔̘̣͇͓̣a҉͉̗͎ḽ̖͕̦̪̙ S͔̩̳̼̫̲͉̐̊ͨt͍̼̝̩͈̲̄ͫ̿̃a͈̋r̸͋̐̚. Towards the middle of the cavern stood a tall woman garbed in a mixture of clergy regalia and admiral's stripes, smiling warmly. Beside her lies a large pool of the blood both dark as night and a vivid crimson in a clear contradiction to itself. The source is evident as a large amount of blood falls into the pool with an echoing sploosh. Above, some section of the creature seems to be torn out, a gaping wound revealing indescribable internal workings that would leave one queasy for eternity if it were truly understood. The woman sweeps her hand towards the pool, inviting Sasha to be baptized. "Come Sinner. Repent in the Truth." Perhaps not the most astonishing thing to happen today, but in a nearly unprecedented move, Sasha makes her own decision. Turning back a little and moving towards the wall next to them, one of the few sections completely free of Lirrey the E̩̙̹̙̟t͖̝̼e͏̲̗̠̩̻r̹̪̫͖̬̻͘n͔̘̣͇͓̣a҉͉̗͎ḽ̖͕̦̪̙ S͔̩̳̼̫̲͉̐̊ͨt͍̼̝̩͈̲̄ͫ̿̃a͈̋r̸͋̐̚ and begins wildly unraveling the remaining cable in the spool. No. Nope. No. This was like the time the Monster of Monsters came for them while they were retrieving the banner. Worse. It is here, every acrid scent and trembling breath told her it is here. The Bad thing. No. She needs to finish Master's orders quickly. Remember the pattern. Arrange the pattern. Hurry hurry. The Bad thing is watching. No. Needless to say, this makes the villagers very... unhappy. So far they had been content. After all, the Sinner always moved towards Repentance in the Truth. All smiles fall and the gentle almost melodious chorus of whispers rises to a din of coordinated dissatisfaction. As they slowly begin to shuffle towards the frenetic shadow monster with fanatic intent, insistent shouts make it clear what must be done for the good of Lirrey, for the good of Yh'mi, for the good of the soul. "REPENT!"
  4. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Peeking inside is wise, but since Agony's barging through to the heart of the matter, I'll be following that path if that's alright. As soon as I can find what I need to pull everything together.
  5. Reinholdt

    Lirrey Lines

    Hardly the first time the monstrous shadow had been surrounded and beset on all sides by angry villagers, it surprised even itself when a shiver of fear ran through it. Unwelcome memories encouraged aversion to the current state of things. But there was little that could be done now. The tree was cu- fine? A subtle dread it hadn't felt since facing the Monster of Monsters with Dawen and the rest washed over the shadow. Suddenly Obtenebra took hold of one of her shadow tendrils most unexpectedly. It was rare that anyone grabbed the solid shadows rather than the other way around and the doctor's pet flinched as if expecting pain to follow. When none did and intent made clear the growing uncertainty in the shadow's mind fell, temporarily abated. She still had a job to do for Master and she'd see it done. Trailing after Karuna, she followed the mage deeper into the heart of Lirrey. Traversing the streets of Lirrey comes with no cost or obstruction. In the direction they're headed at least. Behind them, the villagers slowly trickle out onto the street as they pass by, steadily growing in number and mass. They make no aggressive move, just follow, stare, and whisper. Sinner. Repent. Everything seems to converge at the center of town, where old looking church awaits them, almost certainly the focal point for the webs of energy Karuna has been tracing. Just as it comes into view though, so too does a man. An elf with dark skin and a severe twitch and a willingness to approach closer than the rest. Upon his arm is a tattoo of a crude eye surrounded in a pyramid, and that in a circle. His expression frequently faltered. This man was different. Unnatural. Out of synch. "S-sinner." He stammered out of turn, staring at Sasha. "Re-repent." Perhaps not so different as he first appeared. "Sinner." There. For just a brief moment the elf glanced away from Sasha, his eyes imploring as they oh so briefly look towards the edge of town. "R-re-re-Run."
  6. Reinholdt

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    I'm not entirely decided. Would it technically qualify as character development? King of the Ver. 2.0 Zombugs.
  7. Reinholdt

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Last post up for me. I enjoyed it. I had to balance the RP with optimal board gaming (for instance, Mister Squiggles could have been at the library a turn earlier, but that zombug killed his guard buddy). It may have been a little easy. Or maybe a little same-y. Variety could be nice. For instance, more zombugs in total, but have a third of them show up unexpectedly in a second wave on the edge of the map to surprise the players. Or maybe a special boss Zombug with abilities of some kind that we need to focus on or avoid. These are just minor ideas though. Overall I think the experience was excellent. Definitely stick with alternating post vs. game rounds. Kept the pace up and the game rolling.
  8. Reinholdt

    Night of Terror [Knoles]

    Mister Squiggles chittered sad and low. Was Sera the spider rider really going to shoot him to get to innocent townsfolk? Apologies wouldn't be good enough he chittered. There would be no returning from this. He faced Sera, prepared to die if he must to give them time to run from the deranged healer. Maybe the rock in her head caused her to go wacky. So when he heard a shot, he closed his eyes expecting a swift, if painful death. Instead he was saved, as was apparent as he slowly opened his eyes again and saw a second shot take Sera down. Chittering an extreme amount of relief, almost manically so, Mister Squiggles bound Sera's hands and feet in sticky web to keep her from doing anything rash whenever she awoke. Things were calming down now and the bipeds were finally taking charge once more. Mister Squiggles turned his effort towards clean up, assisting in dragging the bodies of friend and foe alike to be burned. The library seemed the most reasonable spot for this funeral pyre. Even if it is tragic and the loss of books hurts, anything that could be salvaged would be irrevocably stained in page and binding. Probably even cursed. Better to cut deep and ensure the infection's removal. At the end of the day though, he'll follow the directions of the bipeds as to where to burn the bodies. When the work is complete, Mister Squiggles will finally take to the roof of the unoccupied storage building to rest, slowly closing his eyes as one of his legs scratched at one of the injuries inflicted by the zombugs. Maybe it was simply the atrocities of the night, but he felt tired. Different. Hungry.
  9. Reinholdt

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    She jumped on a giant dire spider's back whom she had just met and started singing about being the ultimate spider queen watch out zombies. Sera was loco from the start.
  10. Reinholdt

    Yh'mi: Lirrey Lines OOC

    Phew! Now I have an idea of where this could be going. Lunara's the type of fairy who throws rocks at bee hives isn't she?
  11. Reinholdt

    Lirrey Lines

    Karuna's sensory magic has a hard time discovering anything not mundane. Distressingly so. Even regular hamlets tend to have magic here and there as someone sharpens tools or helps their grass grow greener or protects their household from deterioration. But there's none of those little things in Lirrey. What there is however are strange magical roots of probably a figurative sense that travel and converge further into the town. Like the lines of a spider web. The Shadow didn't understand what the jogger was talking about in the least. It had no concept of what a harbour might even be. Was it someone's name? Well, if it was important enough that they needed to go see him or her, the jogger should have at least told them how to get there! That would have been helpful. Oh wait, wasn't Master looking for the harbour? Then that jogger definitely needed to be stopped and made to tell them about it. The Shadow is just about to head after him when Lunara spoke up. Well, it's not like they were in a rush. They could always find someone else and ask them about the harbour. Sliding forward silently on a cloud of darkness, the Shadow brings forth the gleaming scythe dripping with shadowy ichor along its blades and the chilled spikes along its handle. Undulating tendrils of night in day raise the weapon high and sweep it down in diagonal slice as hard as it can manage. The intended cut is impressive. The actual cut... is equally impressive as the scythe rips through bark and leaf, dissecting a section of the tree from its whole and causing the upper half to fall with a loud crash onto the lawn. For a moment the world seems to stop. That jogger, in the distance now almost out of sight, certainly did. He stopped, turning in place to stare intently at the group. And he doesn't seem to be the only one. Throughout the hamlet, window shutters and doors start to fly open as every inhabitant in Lirrey drops what they were doing to pay attention to the group. No. Not the group. All those mundane normal average people aren't staring at Agony or Karuna or Lunara. They're staring at the doctor's monster, the little Shadow. Staring and murmuring something. Quietly. Darkly. If the listen closely they can hear the chorus of the same two words spoken over and over. "Sinner." "Repent." If, as they would naturally be inclined to do, the various party members look around at the emerging cloud of hostility, then for perhaps a brief moment they stop looking at the damaged tree. When they glance back at the tree after this moment, they'll find it whole and neat. The same perfect position they found it in before Lunara's suggestion. As if nothing had happened at all. If only the townspeople of Lirrey were so inclined to reset as conveniently as the wounded tree. Alas, despite the tree being fine now, nothing seems to stop their focused gaze upon the sinner of their group.
  12. Reinholdt

    Night of Terror [Knoles]

    Sensing no further zombies outside, Mister Squiggles darts into the library. With the combined efforts of the group that had converged on the library, the infected were shortly dispatched. There was a moment where everything was silent and the giant dire spider listened close but he could hear no more signs of battle. Was it truly over? Had the night of terror finally ended? There was no point in taking chances. Mister Squiggles chittered to the cowering, the crying, the commoners still alive. Hurry. Through here the monstrous spider implored. If they move now they can be taken to a safer building and better sheltered. The library had already been compromised anyways. Misster Squiggles skitters out of the building and to one side to make the back 'door' more accessible for the terrified and confused citizens of Knoles. The nearby town hall was heavily fortified and untouched, so they should be safe there if they hurry.
  13. Reinholdt

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Mister Squiggles is sad and offers Sera no more spider rides.
  14. Reinholdt

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    Mister Squiggles does not intend to suggest killing the innocent villagers. They're innocent! Does Sera plan to? I think she's the only one left who could. If she doesn't that's fine too. Just want to know.
  15. Reinholdt

    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    I thought they were doing that earlier back when the place was packed? Well alright. Q15 then.
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