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Edited by Unseelie Nil:
12/28/2020 9:23:53 PM
20
Through Dreams, Darkly (pt. 3)
The new moon dips below the horizon and the doors to the mansion seal once more. Those still within are suddenly taken by darkness and begin to fall through the abyss. Eventually their descent slows to a stop and their eyes slowly adjust to their new surroundings.
An immense cavern and a sea untouched by the sun. Patches of bioluminescent mold twinkle like stars upon the stone ceiling far above as
waves lap against beaches of black sand and jagged spires of obsidian below. A great stone bridge reaches out to a circular structure off the coast, both alit by floating wisps of dim violet flame. From the depths rise four great columns that curve inward like the claws of a massive beast.
Four chains descend from where the claws meet through a circular hole in the floor and into the dark waters below, a pedestal with a bloody spike rising beside it. Around the hole are three figures seemingly frozen in time. They all bear the gray blue skin, silver hair, sleek black leathers, and red eyes of Drow, Dark Elves from the realm beneath the surface world.
The first is a man ready for battle, glaring into the depths of the hole with sword and shield in hand. The next, another man, his hand wrapped and bleeding, face contorted in fear and pain as he rests against the pedestal. The last is a woman knelt to the floor, a look of curiosity upon her face as she examines several small shards of black glass that float above her outstretched hand...
[spoiler]This is very overdue, but life happened, Horsemen stuff, lack of motivation, baking 30 loaves of bread and like 3 dozen cookies to give to people...
Anyway, this takes place after the last part and is a Public Event. Everybody's here! Unless you choose not to be, I'm not yer mum.
Now what do?[/spoiler]
[i][b]~Update~[/b][/i]
As Shamrock reaches for the shards, they release a pulse of energy that briefly sends the world into darkness. Technology fails, magic fades, light is snuffed out, and life ends. Yet a moment later everything slowly recovers, including the flow of time.
The three Drow rise with a start, snarl, and ready themselves for battle as the chains rise from the hole and stone begins to fall into the sea from above.
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25 RepliesEdited by Unseelie Nil: 12/21/2020 11:21:49 PM*We back. But let's keep the combat in the old chains to save my sanity lol* The Drow woman falls before Shamrock and the shards leap from her withered hand. They float around the bloody pedestal as next to it, the chains raise a metallic sarcophagus from the depths with Cobalt crouched atop it. Runes along the seams glow with violet light, brighter and brighter, until there is an audible hiss and they fade away. "Kill her, quickly!" The drow woman shouts, face distorted in terror, "Do not let her leave this pl-" She is cut off as the lid falls to the floor, unleashing a freezing gust of wind that turns the surrounding waters to ice. A cauldron of shrieking white bats fly from the sarcophagus and swarm the Drow, raising her into the air in a cloud of red mist that seems to draw the blood throughout the room into it. Within a heartbeat, her scream is silenced and her withered body falls. Beside it, another Elven woman appears, hair and skin as white as snow, draped in tattered gray rags. She turns to those within the chamber, eyes inky black voids with glowing ruby irises. The Witch Queen thrusts her hand outward and a long crystalline sword appears. Gripping the blade with both hands, she raises into a fighting stance and bares her fangs. "[i]Iresa mir em'ishal?[/i]"
