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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 29, 2018 16:56:19 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
"I'll touch what I want, meine Fraulein." She hummed, almost whistling as the hook turned this way and that, and she eyed the piece of meat still clinging to the hook. The torchlight sent an almost beautiful highlight to the otherwise gruesome display; indeed, she couldn't deny a gross and alien allure to the meat, as she licked her lips and furrowed her brow at the sensation.
The ordeal of magic was truly about, as it was the only explanation... She was no cannibal, was she..?
... It looked an awful lot more like torn pigsmeat, after all. If but for the stringy, muscly nature and the way the fat clung to the skin instead of the meat itself.
Once again, her studies in the Cross Labs aided her in keeping her sanity, as she took a step back. Only then realizing how close she'd lingered to the meat, as the brim of her hat tucked away before any liquids could tarnish it. All the same, she pinched its peak and rubbed it nervously.
"The creature that trundled off..." She began, before shaking her head and looking to Nasuada; torch poised and pointed at the hook,
"... This is the meat of Man." Sicherlein explained as she cocked her hip and set a hand on it, before turning back to face the Monolith, nodding agreeably still.
"Come then; artificer, identify this for me, will you? What purpose does this Monolith serve? How is it used?" She rattled off, almost to herself as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The tail of her coat swaying eagerly as her lips curled into an enticed smile.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jan 29, 2018 17:27:34 GMT -8
Nasuada's eyes carefully studied Sicherlien, the draw to the monolith and its own alluring power of sacrifice was slowly finding its way to manipulate the woman. There was no doubt about it that they would have to be careful continuing on, as Sicherlien seemed already under its effects despite what she may think. But now there was not much one can do, the monolith was ready and there was no point in hiding it anymore. If the situation became dire thanks to rash action or false bravado, she would surely pay for it.
"It's obvious that this is a shrine of worship for whatever these creatures call a god. Sacrificial, it requires blood to be activated, when the creature...exploded, some of its pieces fell to the Monolith and we felt it hunger for more. If there is any blood left in that leftover piece of hanging meat, perhaps it can be enough to grant us a boon." The Shadow weaver said, moving with a bit of urgency in her steps so that incase Sicherlien tried to take it all for herself, she would be close enough to intervene.
"Otherwise, if one of us so desires, can use our own blood so that we may collect whatever gifts this spirit conduit will give. As we said before, let us do it, the blood of magic and demon is much more satisfying in rituals than a mundanes. We won't have to give as much either compared to you, so please, move aside and let us handle it. At least if this backfires we may protect both of us from whiplash, trust us." Nasuada more or less demanded, a small but chilling grin arising on her face, the taste of want from the Monolith was infecting her bones with anticipation.
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Post by Unter on Jan 30, 2018 8:45:33 GMT -8
Iver approached the monolith carefully, listening to the new blessed silence that settled after the vomit "explosion". He waddled in the vomit, trying very, very hard not to puke.
The only thing disturbing the silence were Sicherlein's and Nasuada's voices. The bloody women apparantly escaped the brunt of the attack, and were cackling like new born chickens. Apparently, the fool woman Sicherlein approached the monolith and was "witched" by the foul thing. And then, Nasuada implied that she or someone else could give blood to the Altar to feed some demon fiend. Flaming ashes, what was going through her faen mind ? This was too much for Iver.
"Flaming ashes, bloody and bloody flaming ashes ! You daufi beiskaldi (Dumb bitch) ! You want to touch that faen thing ? You want it to grant us a boon ? Are you insane ? I won't let you do something that could kill us all ! Just topple the damn thing on the ground, or even better, leave so that we can finally save those people !"
The woman was insane, there was no explanation to it. He wanted to back off, but Nasuada could do something stupid behind is back anyway. He stared at her with a shocked shine in his eyes, and he really wanted to go away from this place.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jan 30, 2018 9:06:35 GMT -8
"The midget speaks wisdom." Ibrahim says after wiping off the last of the vomit from his face. The robes were soaked, but he had to endure that. "There were... screams. They now faded. We should investigate." He cleared his throat, observing the two women and the monolith. "Never accept a deal if you do not know the terms. A boon might as well be a curse."
He started to turn, but something seemed to stop him in place, frozen and facing the monolith. With a grunt, he suddenly twisted his whole body and set out to investigate the source of the scream with a unusual spring in his step.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jan 30, 2018 9:53:52 GMT -8
Nasuada's smile disappeared as Iver interrupted and spoke what she would call his own stupidity. He had no clue what these spirits could give in favor of answering their desire, albeit neither did she, not entirely but she knew it would be of great importance and would give them a leg up in the warrens. The fact he even mentioned toppling it caused her to visibly cringe, it was the worst thing he could've said.
"Don't speak like you know what you're saying. The Spirit won't kill us if we give it what it wants, it hungers for blood, and killing off its deciple's would starve it. Toppling the entire thing would surely count to our doom you buffoon, you do not destroy a spirits dwelling, otherwise you set it free to cause chaos and collect what it wants." She retorted, clearly angry at Iver as the soft red glow in her eyes seemed to intensify. But now Ibrahim spoke up, and she looked to him with a minor amount of disgust, to think he would side with the midget. She knew the risks, but she also knew the prizes would far outweigh them, and she wasn't about to turn back now when Sicherlien could easily do it herself even with Ibrahim's warning.
"Now, how about you go investigate that scream with Ibrahim while we work, full concentration is needed and we will not have you fuck it all up because of your idiotic fear! Do you understand?" She ordered, raising her voice a bit as anger was currently takin over her emotions because of Iver. She whipped around to the Monolith and walked as close as she could to it without having a face full of torn meat. She looked to Sicherlien with a clear look of annoyance and challenge, wanting to know if she would have to deal with her too or she knowing the woman would make sure Iver doesn't intervene.
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Post by Unter on Jan 30, 2018 10:12:40 GMT -8
Iver's cheek muscle twitched. This woman was definitely crazy.
"By my Ancestors woman !" He looked at Ibrahim and Libourg for help.
"Help me convince this little girl ! I won't let her jeopardize everything and kill herself !"
A knife flashed in his hand, but he quickly put it back in its place.
"Bah ! I spit on you, and I spit on your offering !" He spat on the monolith, eyeing Nasuada with murderous intent.
"What right do you have to take this decision by yourself ? Even Ibrahim says this is madness !
You're a child, with childish reactions and dangerous ideas. You don't even want to recognize your fault.
May you rot on the deepest depths of this swamp."
He should not have said that. But it was too late, what was said was said.
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Post by relentless on Jan 30, 2018 10:41:23 GMT -8
Libourg at this moment in time was leaning against the wall, his eyes clothes as he tried to subdue the invasive thoughts. However the idea of fornicating with an unknown object to allure eldritch forces made his eyes snap open, a sense of zeal seemed to spring about him, though it was more of a lazy kind.
"Hah! Piss off like I'm stickin' round to get gutted by daemons."
Libourg snapped with visible anger shown on his face, spitting in the direction of the monolith, and looking toward Nasuada and Sicherlein as Ibrahim stormed by.
"We're saving them. You can stay here and go mad if you like."
Libourg stated firmly as he harshly flicked his faceplate onto his face, smushing his nose a tad before he hurried off in the direction of Ibrahim with long and quick strides, flanged mace gripped tight in his hand like a vice.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jan 30, 2018 10:58:59 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
She paid a graceful mind to the rather rancorous shouting with tense shoulders and a half glance over those tensed shoulders. She idly flicked a smidge of vomit from them before turning in full to Nasuada and the departing parties with a sigh and half cocked look to Nasuada.
"Remember this Monolith's location, and then catch up, hmm? Bitte?" Sicherlein's lips drew a compromising smirk and shrug as she moved to help light Ibrahim's path.
"And keep your voices down; sound travels far in tunnels." Sicherlein intoned as a parting farewell, as she left Nasuada and Iver to argue as she did her best to light the other, more sane it seemed, Arcanist's sight. Keeping as far away from his more acrid aroma as possible.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jan 30, 2018 11:33:31 GMT -8
"Fu fu fu, scream all you want, get your anger out, we don't care anymore to hear from a brainless fool like you. But for record as well, Ibrahim is a cautious old man, his experience in demons is different than ours. We would say more but it is not the time for it, go and save them, we will catch up. We hope your disrespect to the spirit bites you in the ass, and may miss fortune find its company with you." Nasuada cursed off to Iver, trying hard not to just whip around to punch the midget in the face. She needed to let her anger go, she needed to be calm and kind, Iver's disrespect would most likely make this a lot harder for her to gain a boon than before but it wouldn't matter.
But now Sicherlien was leaving, giving advice as she went with the others to save whoever was screaming. It was frustrating to say the least, Nasuada would be alone for this, no one would be on her side. Even if Sicherlien would let her come back to it, she feared leaving now, while the Spirit was insulted, would make whatever this Monolith offered disappear in a puff of smoke. It brought hesitation into her mind, the calm she had almost achieved burst into flaming anger, she hated it all!
In a quick, stress filled motion, she drew her dagger she placed it on her arm, on the verge of just doing it now and then. Iver would see it clear as day, but he would also be able to tell even in anger there was hesitation, the Shadow Weaver's entire body was shaking. But before he could try to do anything, Nasuada raised the dagger and threw it on the ground letting out a frustrated yell and falling to her knees as if she had been attacked by the spirit itself.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jan 30, 2018 17:20:00 GMT -8
The Hall:
The archway lead into a hall so long that it seemed absurd, though the fleeting torchlight certainly granted it no favors; it had begun to burn low and dim, and was desperate for refueling.
The walls were narrow, however, and were only wide enough for two men to walk abreast, perhaps three if someone were willing to carry Iver on their shoulders.
There were bare footprints that lead down the hall. Curiously small, too, and when the light was brought over them, they shined with the crimson luster of fresh blood.
A solid, albeit wobbling line trailed after the prints, equally as bloody. Something heavy was dragged along here.
It was uncertain when the hall would end.
Monolith:
It was almost irrational. Despite possessing no human qualities, the great, rectangular stonework seemed to weep.
Not... visually, but the energy of such could be felt by all those still in the room.
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Post by relentless on Feb 1, 2018 7:11:36 GMT -8
"Blast. Damn it all to the depths. They came through here the bastards... and it looks recent as well."
Libourg snapped and hissed, shaking his head from side to side as he stepped across the blood, his footprints being left in the liquid as he moved forward.
"I'll take point, Ibrahim. Their cleavers will cut through your robes like bread."
Libourg commanded, though with a sense of sincerity despite his current state of mental affairs. As such he would stride quicker than Ibrahim, eventually overtaking him and taking the front with mace braced in hand. He peered at the end of the hallway, mainly seeing where the blood trail was taking them.
"We get whoevers down here, and we piss off. Hopefully these caverns cave in on themselves."
Libourg rambled on in bitter respite, sniffing the air as he moved forward with as much walking mobility as his plate armour would allow.
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Post by Unter on Feb 1, 2018 11:35:00 GMT -8
"Fu fu fu, scream all you want, get your anger out, we don't care anymore to hear from a brainless fool like you. But for record as well, Ibrahim is a cautious old man, his experience in demons is different than ours. We would say more but it is not the time for it, go and save them, we will catch up. We hope your disrespect to the spirit bites you in the ass, and may miss fortune find its company with you." Nasuada cursed off to Iver, trying hard not to just whip around to punch the midget in the face. She needed to let her anger go, she needed to be calm and kind, Iver's disrespect would most likely make this a lot harder for her to gain a boon than before but it wouldn't matter. But now Sicherlien was leaving, giving advice as she went with the others to save whoever was screaming. It was frustrating to say the least, Nasuada would be alone for this, no one would be on her side. Even if Sicherlien would let her come back to it, she feared leaving now, while the Spirit was insulted, would make whatever this Monolith offered disappear in a puff of smoke. It brought hesitation into her mind, the calm she had almost achieved burst into flaming anger, she hated it all! In a quick, stress filled motion, she drew her dagger she placed it on her arm, on the verge of just doing it now and then. Iver would see it clear as day, but he would also be able to tell even in anger there was hesitation, the Shadow Weaver's entire body was shaking. But before he could try to do anything, Nasuada raised the dagger and threw it on the ground letting out a frustrated yell and falling to her knees as if she had been attacked by the spirit itself. Iver smiled, a brutish, satisfied smile. "Ha ! Now you'll see reason. I won't see bloody sacrifices made in front of me eyes. Throw your life away if you wish, but when you have less responsability on your shoulders." He was following Sicherlein and Libourg with his eyes when he saw a blur of movement in the corner of his vision. Nasuada was trying something. The foolish girl tried a last attempt of defiance. She put the dager on her arm, trying to do something -he did not want to think about it- with her blood. His hand shot to his belt, where his heavy bladed knife was sheathed. He didn't think that any blood would satisfy the monolith, even if he cut Nasuada. But then, she was shaking like a leaf. Maybe she had some spark of reason after all ! He nearly smiled at her, the kind of smile you give to a child when he does what you want. "Good. Now let's get going before we die of boredom." He examined the tunnel. It was a miracle he was not claustrophobic. A literal shit pond, an infinite vomit dog thing, what could possibly await them now ? He listened to the others strategizing. He was starting to think about what do to. |
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Feb 1, 2018 13:40:53 GMT -8
Nasuada was still on her knees, looking down at the ground as she heard Iver finally leave. Well, there wasn't much she could do, she wouldn't be able to give the amount she wanted with her being so hysterical. But....there was still something left that was probably her only option now other than leaving.
With her dagger, she placed the blade on her arm, pushing hard enough to create an inch size cut in length on her forearm. Slowly but surely blood trickled out, moving to heal the open wound. Meanwhile she slowly got up and pinched both sides of the cut to get some more blood out that now trickled down her arm. With the tiny amount of blood from her arm she let it trickle and fall onto the monolith.
"We will return, you will be satisfied." She promised, sighing as she now left the shrine, cleaning up her arm with some cloth from her sleeve. The wound was now giving off small amounts of pain which she could hopefully ignore for the rest of the search. Catching up to the others she stared down the corridor, feeling like this would be shorter than she realized.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 2, 2018 22:48:07 GMT -8
The Hall:
The Hall was ridiculous in its length, and the walls only seemed to narrow claustrophobically on the party.
However, the smell of rotting meat became more intense.
The torch dimmed ever onward.
Monolith:
The glow burned on. The Monolith yearned for more.
Nasuada, in the dark, might find the edges of objects in the dark easier to discern-- a hair more clear, so slight that it was almost unnoticeable.
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Post by rumsztyk on Feb 4, 2018 6:01:19 GMT -8
"By all means." Ibrahim made way for the knight, wary of the tracks in the glimmering torchlight.
He felt the weeping of the monolith start... and stop. Ibrahim glanced around - Nasuada was missing. That meant one thing... she must have caved in. "Hmph. Stop for a second."
He turned on his heels, staring back at they way they came - so did stare his inner demon.
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