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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs2023-05-12 05:00 pm

The Seeds of Unrest: the Iconoclast Oracle


RUNNING OUT THE CLOCK
The situation is bleak.

The Blight - and the massive labyrinth of roots tearing both cities asunder, spreading deadly flowers wherever they penetrate - have progressed to a point beyond catastrophe. People are dying in rapid numbers. Bearers are having difficulty keeping up with the spread of infection - even among one another. The collapse of Kenos seems inevitable; a cure will not come in time. You can do nothing but watch as each new day brings further disaster, ticking down the seconds until it all falls apart.

And then, you feel something seize your Shard. As if physical fingers have wrapped around it, as if it is being clutched through you by invisible hands, you feel invaded. You feel wronged. But before you can panic, a voice enters your mind through Communion.

Excuse the dramatics, but there isn’t much time for pleasantries. The Trees are about to hit the point of no return. But there's still work to be done. The Tree of Life will take you where you can find it: the Oracle and the creature causing all this mess. Fix this when you find them. However you'd like.

Have you heard Aetos’ voice before? Perhaps it is the first time; perhaps it is familiar to you. Either way, the last thing you will remember is a confusing jumble: a spell of immense and incredible power, one utilizing the Tree’s strength to shelter you. The sensation of every cell in your body coming alive, yet seeming to break apart and render you into billions and billions of tiny pieces, all hovering in different times and places across all the different iterations, timelines, and realities in which you have ever existed. A voice that speaks not through words asking your forgiveness, unspeakably sad.

And then, there is nothing.

AWAKENING
Your eyes open, gritty with the feeling of a long, deep slumber.

Perhaps it takes a moment to shake off the heavy veil of exhaustion, to recollect what you were doing before you fell into this state of hibernation - but as soon as you do, you feel an immediate sense of foreboding around you. It is thick in the air, oppressive and pervasive, and you aren’t left long to wonder at its source. You lay beneath the branches of the Tree of Life, but as your bleary eyes focus… you see it. The Tree is all but bereft of life. Its bark has withered down to gnarled wood, the soft lichen dried up, and the grass that should be alive beneath you is long dead and gone. There is not so much as a single leaf on its decaying branches.

It has been this way for a long, long time... you realize this with a feeling of intense dread as you see it - the beautiful expanse of stars, of the cosmos, of universes scattered like starlight above the tree's boughs, gone. In its place hangs a sickly, ominously low-hanging, and dying sun ready to sing the end of everything.

You can't help but wonder how long Kenos has been in this state, but a sense of gratitude fills you as you realize that the Tree expended the last of its energies to protect you, the Bearers, during your state of rest. Had Aetos worked with the tree to see you sent here?

The next question comes quickly: how much time do you have left…? And can you find the Oracle before that time expires?

ABANDON HOPE (DAYS 1 & 2)
The cornerstones are still active and will take you to whichever city you wish to see.

Highstorm and Springstar sit like empty monuments to the cities that were once filled with life - yet the first thing you will notice is they are strangely absent the signs of the Tree’s overgrown roots, the Blight, the catastrophic damage that you can recall all too easily. Instead, each city sits as those they were summarily abandoned overnight, leaving nothing but their shells behind. There is a stillness in the air that is unnatural and unsettling. Despite the lack of any sign of the citizens of either city, you cannot help but feel… watched.

Something terrible happened here. Best you find the Oracle before something terrible finds you, instead.

The burning of a dying sun beats down on you wherever you go, unbearable heat sending waves off the aged cobblestone streets. Perhaps it is your instinct to seek refuge in the shade - but linger too long about the shadows and that feeling of eyes on your back, of being unable to breathe, of your world closing in around you will grow untenable and drive you back into the light. If you hope to explore the ghostly shell of your city in search of the Oracle - or to sate your curiosity, some problem-solving might be in order.

And while you acclimate yourself to your circumstances, you cannot help but note you feel wrong inside, somehow…

EXPLORATION

  • If your characters choose to explore previously unreachable areas, please use THIS TOPLEVEL to report when they get there in the thread! We will get back to you with what is discoverable in that location.
  • The following areas are off limits for exploration: below Yima’s Manor; below the Church of Heliopolis; Alenroux; Kowloon.
  • The Great Trees of both Highstorm and Springstar are in a similar state to the Tree of Life and will not respond to Communion.
  • Generally speaking, items will be of poor quality. Most will look as though they’ve aged thousands of years. Others will be in half-decent shape, but sparingly so. Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem like the whole city has aged at the same rate, so especially diligent rummagers can find worthwhile supplies. Please consider this should be rare and don’t go overboard!

NOTES

Here are some prompt reminders - see the full thing at the OOC Summary!
  • Characters will have a diluted connection to the Zenith or Meridian.
  • There will be periods powers are weakened or non-functional during days 1-2 (up to player discretion).
  • The sunlight results in scorching; the shadows cause claustrophobia and fear while outdoors.
THE RITUAL (DAYS 2+)
The place you started your journey to Kenos is also where it seems it will end. As soon as the first Bearer makes contact with the Iconoclast effigy, you are collectively drawn to the roots beneath the Tree - like a pang sent through your Shard. Your objective has been found. The Oracle awaits.

Trusting Aetos seems like a fool's errand, but you must put your hope in the Tree. What choice do you have left? It's time to find what lies at the end of this.

Bearers descend, your steps echoing in the dark, cavernous space. Once brimming with life and vitality, the roots are now dried and brittle like the bones of some ancient leviathan that died long ago. As you make their way deeper into the earth, the deadened roots twist, leading you to a vast chamber deep within it; the air here is thick with the smell of decay, and the faint glow of luminescent fungi and mosses barely illuminates the space.

To your left, the Bearers will notice what has drawn them here - and the object of their search.

An effigy sits on the ground between two darkened tunnels. The effigy is made of gnarled, dead branches woven together in a humanoid shape; its hollow, empty eyes are sightless, yet you cannot help but feel it is watching your every move. Branded on its forehead is the Iconoclast symbol carved into the rough wood.

Once all Bearers are present, the Ritual will begin. Your means of exit have been sealed off, and you are trapped, slowly deteriorating together…

NOTES

  • Bearers will have access to the Ritual Chamber which is a very wide, open space with the effigy situated against the far wall from the entrance. Several smaller tunnels off-shoot from the Ritual Chamber. They all run to dead ends; some are very small or narrow. This may afford you meager privacy away from the group.
  • Once a Bearer steps into the Chamber, they can no longer head back out the way they came. They’ll find themselves automatically walking back into the Chamber as if of their own volition.
  • For brevity’s sake we won’t list them out again here, but the complete description of effects Bearers will experience days 2+ is available in the OOC Summary.
  • The effigy is impervious to damage.
  • It Is Watching You.
  • In a dead-end root tunnel attached to the Iconoclast’s Chamber is the Blighted statue of an Otter that may be familiar to some… Please see THIS TOPLEVEL for more information!
THE PURGE (DAYS 5+)
The sap has festered in your veins for what feels like days. It’s impossible to tell how much time has passed; this place has no sunlight. The effigy watches as you remain trapped, huddled together around it, unable to leave as you find yourself sick with the affliction of the Meridian, Zenith - or both.

And then… something finally gives.

Though it does not move and speaks no words, you feel the effigy offering you guidance. Knowledge. Much like the Tree speaks to you in impressions and feelings, you are conveyed wisdom you did not have before: a way to take what you want and rid yourself of what you do not. A way to make your convictions known to all who would hear them. A way to be known. To write your path in blood, be it yours… or theirs.

When all is said and done, only one force - Zenith or Meridian - will gain its favor.

Show it who you are. Show it what resolve looks like to you - and what you are willing to do to attain it.

NOTES

Here are some prompt reminders - see the full thing at the OOC Summary!
  • You can Purge your alignment through various methods: Trading, Corrupting, or using the Effigy itself.
  • All characters will understand the end goal is for everyone to Harmonize; the alignment with the higher rate of Harmonized Bearers alive when time’s up wins the Oracle’s favor.
NOTES
  • A reminder that the Harmonization tally will take place on Friday, the 19th and be open through Monday, the 29th. The results will be released on Wednesday, the 31st OOCly.
  • Don’t forget to submit any deaths to the Death Tracker, with a gentle reminder characters will remain dead until the event conclusion!
  • Reminder to fill out the SETTING POLL ASAP if you haven't already!
  • Have some MUSIC if you'd like. LYRICS here!
  • HAVE FUN!!
CODING
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-13 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dimitri can't quite read his (her) mind, but he can sense the irritation and the surliness. Although he's not surprised by it. He's almost as strained, surely. On the edge. It's only recently that he's begun to make his own decision regarding how to move forward. ]

I won't ask if you're well. I suspect none of us are.

[ He purses his lips. ]

...I feel as if we have a choice to make, but - but you seem even more out of sorts.
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Liem Talbott | Meridian | Harbinger

[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-13 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
I. THE CITY
[By the time Aetós's spell grips him, pulls him through space and time to emerge anew at the withered, dead-or-dying husk of the Tree of Life, Liem has been run ragged — worn out physically from the strain of rescuing ailing Springstar residents and mentally from the toll that their deaths have taken on his morale. The man who ventures from the desiccated tree to wander the silent, abandoned streets of the two cities looks wrung out and used up.

However, he has no time to rest, and no place to safely do so regardless. Instead, he delves into the urban sprawl, searching.
]

a. [His first priority is Heliopolis — primarily because it is where he would expect to find survivors if there were any, or at least signs they might have left behind. It was Springstar's beating heart, and therefore the most obvious place to seek not just information, but also usable supplies, if any yet remain in the city. The store rooms he checks are mostly empty save of rot and rust, but he is reluctant to head back outside, into the pitiless gaze of that dying sun.

You might find him moving through the abandoned halls and courtyards like a ghost, casting paranoid glances over his shoulder, flinching in the light that floods through the windows. Perhaps there is yet something of interest in the municipal buildings — but failing that, there is still the Church.
]

b. [Eventually, he is forced back out into the city proper, armed only with a rust-pitted knife and a look of haunted determination. Navigating the streets remains an exercise in misery; the sun scorches him evilly, leaving him weak and dizzy after only a few minutes exposure, and so he takes to the shadows — only to be chased from them by a wire-taut foreboding so intense it sends sweat pouring down his spine. Under the circumstances, it's no surprise he resorts to breaking into empty buildings for relief.

He wanders for as long as he can, and you may come across him thus: scouring abandoned buildings for supplies, or pale-faced, braving the sun and shadows in between. Once he's endured all he can bear, you may even meet him on his way home, laden with what meagre supplies he's scavenged, seeking the safety of his own house to ease his exhaustion. Perhaps, if you are a friendly face, he will even invite you in.
]

II. THE TREE
[It begins slowly: the waning of his magic, the strangeness in his blood. When Liem leaves the unbearable heat of the cities behind and delves beneath the Tree to seek the Oracle, he feels weary and heartsore, but his determination to see their task through to the end remains stubbornly intact. This time, he can't help but feel, the choice is succeed or die.

But the caverns below hold nothing for the shard-bearers except imprisonment, and two motionless figures — one of wood and one simply frozen in time. Liem has prowled the entire perimeter of the space, disappeared down each tunnel and looked into each alcove. He has stared into the hollow eyes of the effigy and wondered what he is meant to do. It avails him nothing; there is no test here, yet. He is left alone with his thirst, and his fatigue, and most of all, his doubts.

That is when the struggle truly begins.
]

a. [In the first stretch of time, before the effigy makes its demands, Liem seeks out other shard-bearers for the respite of distraction their thoughts offer. He does not wish to be left alone with the visions and questions and despairs that the slow boil of Zenith inside him brings on. It is easier to shove those thoughts aside when he can instead turn his attention outward — and so he looks for those whose thoughts are loudest, or whose distraction seems most apparent, and he approaches with every appearance of normalcy, to gesture with a restrained little movement at the space next to them.]

Might I join you?

b. [Liem's composure can only withstand the strain of his growing distress for so long before it begins to crack — and then to crumble. When he cannot bear it anymore and still maintain a facade of calm, he retreats to what meagre, root-formed privacy he can find while the tide of his corruption-fed doubts tries to drown him. There is a hot, manic look in his eyes as he stares down at his trembling hands, shedding waves of wild despair tangled up with the frantic need to put it somewhere. At some point, the knife he scavenged in Springstar has ended up clutched in his fingers. He hasn't yet seemed to realize that he might have an audience.]

III. WILDCARD
[If we plotted something and none of the above prompts seem quite right, feel free to just take them as inspiration and wildcard me something! Liem's corruption struggles will wax and wane throughout the ritual, though he'll generally trend worse over time. As always, you can hit me up on Discord or on Plurk at [plurk.com profile] Sporelett to work out specific details.]
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HAYAME (JINBA) ➳ ICONOCLAST (MERIDIAN)

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-13 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
01 ↣ ABANDON HOPE [SPRINGSTAR] ↣ 希望をもう、捨てた

[The sun is scorching, but the shadows whisper. Hayame has scoured the breadth of Springstar looking for inhabitants, for someone to tell her what the hell had happened here, in this place undamaged by roots and Blight yet deserted for an apparent age... but she has found no one but her fellow shard-bearers. And they are not who she seeks. Once she gives up on people, she begins to look for something else. More important than food, than shelter...

She comes across an armory. Or perhaps it is best to say "what used to be an armory". ... Is it an armory? She's been out in the sun so long that she finds herself standing in front of the building dazed, suddenly unsure if she recognizes the building from her time training Springstar's archers under General Zaman. A bow... arrows... a blade...

The sun beats down as she tries to find the energy to remember what she was doing there.]


02 ↣ THE RITUAL ↣ 恐ろしい目の下、儀式待ち

[There have been times when Hayame managed to forget the mark of the Iconoclast on the back of her neck, visible beneath the high arc of her updone mane and the low fall of her collar. Now, though, here in the ritual chamber with the effigy watching over them... it fairly burns on her skin.

She stands across from the Iconoclast-marked monstrosity, glaring into its empty eyes as if demanding answers that aren't forthcoming. Ostensibly she is eating, a broken off piece of root in her hand revealing that the thing she's chewing on must be bark, but her focus is on the effigy, on trying to keep the heightened communion in this small space from jumbling her thoughts together. And if someone happens to interrupt her line of sight towards it-]


Move out of the way.

[You're blocking her staring contest.]

01 ↣ THE PURGE ↣ 信用しないなら自分でやるしかない

[The Iconoclast effigy has finally "spoken", worming its way into their hearts and depositing in them the knowledge of how to purge themselves of the unwanted energy warring within them. The problem was... it was not as simple as just returning to the factions they belonged to when they entered this room. Numbers would decide their fate, and for the second time... Hayame does not feel that she can trust her faction to secure victory.

And without that trust... she must do all that she can herself. She must remove that Yima woman's influence from her body. If others are so weak that they might fall to Zenith, then she must guard them to make sure they are not corrupted. If she is too late to do so... she must make sure they do not count towards her enemy's victory. There is no room to allow others' failures to prevent her from returning to the world she belonged.

In the dark of a side tunnel, Hayame lies in wait. And as a fellow Shard-bearer approaches, and her large form slowly begins to take shape from the shadows-]

[if Meridian-aligned]
You do not need to be here, Meridian.

[if mixed] What business do you have with me?

[if Zenith-aligned] You have a lot of gall, showing your face here now.

04 ↣ WILDCARD ↣ 鬼札

[Hit up Hayame's plotting comment if you'd prefer a custom starter/want to discuss a specific thread! ❤️]
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[personal profile] vapour 2023-05-13 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Childe can't help but chuckle. The desperation is kind of endearing, actually, he can get behind someone with enough selfishness to make the world move for them, even if it is a little overbearing for him in his current state. To much conviction and the lack of communion barriers makes his determination seep and echo almost painfully into Childe's unusually empty mindspace. ]

By all means~! Not like we've been all rotting here for days already, every second fully counts. [ despite it being Childe trying to lighten the mood, they do both know that unfortunately the last part of what he says is actually not much of a joke at all. Pulling himself forward, he'll reach behind his back and dig under his shirt to drag out his shard. ]

Got anything sharp?
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FOR AMOS ➳ HOW IT’S MEANT TO BE ➳ 話し合っても放せない物

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-13 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[The Zenith energy in her body doesn’t feel as if it doesn’t belong. Not enough. Not as much as it should. Hopelessness is not an emotion she is unfamiliar with. She has mourned her world even as she fought viciously to return to it, throwing herself into service for the only power that claimed it would return her to the place that must exist if she is ever to fulfill the only duty she has left.

But she cannot abide it. The Oracle has made it clear how this contest will be decided, and she cannot allow herself to linger in the grey between Zenith and Meridian any longer. She cannot allow anyone else to, either. Still, it takes her time to separate her own thoughts from the jumble of shard-bearer’s thoughts bleeding into communion, to fight through the reminder of everything about her worlds that wasn’t worth saving…

Until she finds the mind she wishes to reach out to, across the mix of people and roots beneath the great dead tree.]


Amos.
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amos burton | exalt | zenith

[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-13 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
i. abandon hope

[ He's been on a dead planet before. A dying one, too. And one in the process of coming back to life, slowly rebooting as a kind of zombie husk, the natural instinct to reawaken overriding everything else — like what to do once awoken. But Amos is under no such delusions for himself; when something on this scale is dying, that's generally kind of it. And if he can avoid any unnecessary misery to his person, he will.

So he settles back down in his space in Highstorm, still as intact as anything here can be, and figures it best to ride things out in relative comfort. Anyone whom he considers to be kin is welcome to use his space as relief; otherwise...

If something is meant to happen, it will. If something isn't, he'll cross that bridge once it becomes obvious it's time. But he's used to things dying, and this isn't really a whole lot different. ]



ii. the ritual

[ He alternates.

One moment he's sitting on the ground, back to the cavern wall, knees hugged loosely to his chest and staring down at nothing, brow furrowed. The next he's up and pacing, restless, shooting glares towards the effigy, like it's to blame for everything he's feeling right now — and he doesn't know what he's feeling. Anguish, distress, despair, occasionally punctuated by a futile slamming of his fist into the cavern wall (pay no mind to the split skin — increasingly bark-like — of his knuckles allowing sap through; he certainly isn't) or by burying his head further into his knees, trying to shut out the world around him, hold on to the one within him.

Because. ]


It can't all be gone.

[ His voice is quiet, directed more towards himself than anyone else. It can't. Can it? He thought he knew, could say so with certainty. Amos has been mired in death his whole life, as accustomed to it as he is to breathing. And yet everything inside him, everything he's feeling right now...

It doesn't make any fucking sense, and it just leaves him painfully confused, wanting to go home to Yima to Lydia home. ]



iii. the purge

[ His body feels a little less like his own, skin increasingly bark-like, little branches starting to force their way out through his clothing as the days have passed. But that seems so much further away now that he knows what he can actually do — how he can fix this. ]
a. amiable

[ At the end of the day, he's just a guy.

A guy who's been forced to feel emotions foreign and incomprehensible to him. A guy with his own convictions, with clearer sight of mind, clearer understanding of what needs to happen. But just a guy — calm, composed, comfortable. There are people here he likes. People here he wants to help. Ultimately for Zenith, yes — so he doesn't have to feel that poison Meridian tried to feed him ever again, a newfound desire to get rid of it — but it's not like he has to be a dick about it.

So when Amos finds you — a friend, someone in need of help, either, both — he'll raise a hand in greeting as he makes his way over, locks eyes with a simple little smile on his face. ]


Hey. How're you holding up?

[ Just a guy who's here to help — you, or Zenith? — and nothing more. ]

b. aggressive

[ At the end of the day, he really doesn't have time to fuck around.

He wants everyone to harmonize to Zenith. Everyone. And while he understands the odds of that aren't likely to happen, that doesn't mean he can't try. Some Meridian-inclined are more headstrong than others; some will never come willingly. And that's fine — because he knows he can force them. Doesn't matter if it won't stick. Doesn't matter if it's not for real. Only matters that it happens while they're down here, where it really matters in the here and now, and he's got no qualms about fighting dirty.

So Amos doesn't bother wasting any time, hitting anyone he spots who fits that particular bill with waves of Zenith. With everything he knows to be right. He doesn't need to say a word, doesn't need to announce his presence — just needs to get the job done, the sooner the better. ]

iv. wildcard

[ feel free to tweak any of the prompts above for our purposes, or hit me with a wildcard if none of these work for you. alternatively, if you want a closed starter, let me know and I'll write one up! plotting comment for reference; arii#6412 or [plurk.com profile] cadiai for plotting. ]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-13 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ The voice that meets her is exhausted, drained. Frustrated. But present, even amid the din surrounding them, amid the discomfort of his own emotions surrounding it. Infected as he is with Meridian, he's spent the past few days trying to understand what it is and where that shit came from — and even once he'd recognized that longing and yearning was a false and foreign substance, it's not like he could do anything about it. Not then.

So he's still tired from it. And yet from where he is across the cavern he'll bring himself to his feet, his eyes finding Hayame's form because, well. She's a lot harder to miss than he is, but at least he's standing now. Looking out at her, his eyes ready to meet hers if she can find him.

Because he also knows that she isn't going to waste his time, and that counts for a lot right now when he's been left feeling alien in his own skin, in his own mind. ]


What's up?
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-13 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
['Out of sorts', as if she had been lurking here, muttering to walls like how her vessel had been when she'd woken up? She was mildly insulted - she had been elegantly lurking in a dignified fashion, thank you - but she didn't let it show. Instead, she heaved out a sigh that emptied out the very bottom of her lungs and cast a long-suffering glance over the hall at large.]

...you should not concern yourself with me, Dimitri. I am not one to be beset by doubt or hesitation. You, on the other hand, are racked with indecision. It is practically written all over your face.

[Maybe if she got this little one to become absorbed in navel gazing, he'll stop scrutinising her own behaviour.]

You should firm your resolve. Showing weakness here may be... fatal.
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Lord Voryn Dagoth (Dagoth Ur) | The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-13 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
(top level for closed starters.)
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-13 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, wow. Even the speech patterns are a little different. Weird, this is definitely weird (what's actually weird is how much she pays attention, but enough about that).]

Oh, just everybody getting so close and personal. And isn't it wonderful to know how everyone feels all the time? No food, no water — it's just a real great time all around, really.

[Nobody needs Communion bleed to know that's all sarcasm.]

I meant you, specifically. What gives you the right to be so dramatic about it? Is it the crowd? Lack of fresh air?
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@john, @quetzalcoatl

[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-13 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
(voryn is on his knees before the effigy, hair hiding the profile of his face. grey fingers dig into the dirt to raise it high until it's collected beneath his chin to be crushed there, disintegrating like sand against his palms. this land is no longer rich; the fertile ground he once birthed from has become infecund. it resembles in some cruel way the home that he has been taken from, triggering fear that strikes him cold, and it presses him forward to grasp at the effigy with desperation to feel any life within with hands blackened by the tree's decay.

the iconoclast effigy is an eye watching them. it is their warden and silent judge. it could perhaps be awoken if its rules are dishonoured or if it is directly contacted in a way that it understands. as no one has yet tried, he shall.

there is a sudden flurry of activity. voryn's hands find himself and his dirty robes, grasping at them, searching for something. and when he doesn't find it, he explores the soil by digging down and squeezing—producing a thin, flat stone, holding it up like he were examining it beneath a light. what is decided makes him smirk, and the stone is gripped in a tight fist like a weapon.

with a sharp jerk, it is drawn in the air, wielded not against the effigy but himself. if uninterrupted, it is clear that he will wound his own hand with it, seemingly gone mad in the depths of the earth.
)
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-13 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[His confusion and the roiling uncertainties that lie beneath catch her attention. She doesn't try tip-toeing around the subject or avoiding looking him in the eye. It's clear she has no remorse for what she has done.]

It was Alenroux at night. Meridian had just overtaken the area. Even unharmonized it felt unwise to be truthful with you. In addition, your kindness could be a liability in the future.
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-13 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sothis actually stared at her for a handful of seconds, genuinely taken aback by her bluntness before it simmered into something far more prickly. How dare she-]

Pardon? There have been no dramatics from myself. I have been quietly and unobtrusively observing you all from this little... corner of mine for a while now, taking great pains not to interrupt the little ones' various journeys of self-discovery. I am nothing but a fly on the wall for this stage of the ritual.

[Sothis gestured vaguely to the room at large in a way that made it seem like she really wanted to flip it the finger while she was at it (alas, she wasn't aware of that human gesture of disrespect just yet).]

Others have been far more disruptive and dramatic. Go pester them if it offends you so much.
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@beard john

[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-13 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
(after a failed ritual in front of the effigy, voryn has installed himself there. not to claim it but to feel connected to it, to anticipate it and to perhaps sense when it comes alive. there are many meri and zenites in the cavern as they are all trapped to be suffocated and starved, but there is a purpose: they must fight and kill each other, or produce some result that isn't bloodshed.

and once the path to ridding himself of the sap has been shown to shard-bearers, his place beneath the gnarled root statue of the iconoclast becomes a trade stall.

on seeing anyone cross his path in close proximity whether they are of his faction or an enemy, voryn calls to them:
) Come. Come, I shall be your partner while we are still capable of conducting ourselves civilly. Let us be rid of this cursed blood together.
erbe: To want you to believe (010)

[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-13 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
["Little ones'"? How odd. The more she speaks with 'Byleth' the weirder it gets. However the most important thing is the attempt to shoo Rin away. That switches on the spiteful part of her that insists on digging her heels in.]

Perhaps it's the fact that your aren't participating that your temper is like this? Maybe offloading some of that—

Oh. Are you squeamish?
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@zhongli

[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-13 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
... Zhongli. (voryn understands that every shard-bearer has been called to this place. he shouldn't be surprised to see him here. and yet, while they all must suffer for the oracle, pain and madness do not suit this man.

he sinks to a knee before him where zhongli takes a brief respite from walking the ritual chamber, then sits fully, cross-legged in fine robes that have become dirty over long days deep beneath the earth.
)

It all seems like a foul dream, (he says, deep voice soft and private.) Are you well?
fishfearme: (angy)

[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-13 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Play nice. Play nice. Play nice.]

Who are you to approach me and ask such juvenile questions?

[Okay, she's not playing nice.]

Squeamish, me? I am intimately aware of the biological processes you mortals are slaves to and the viscera you keep contained within those fragile shells. I am thoroughly desensitised to such things.
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@flamebringer

[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-13 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
(across the chamber is a face that voryn has not seen since his arrival when he was short-tempered and lonesome. his anger still simmers and he still feels totally alone, but his foothold has improved, and he gives himself credit for this. he hasn't grown so much as he's grown wiser; flamebringer must have, too.

he visits him. wary speaking to a zenite in such an enclosed space, he resists the urge to hug his arms closer in a self-soothing gesture, and instead forces himself to make a wide gesture of greeting.
)

I have not seen you in some time, (he declares, head tilting inquisitively.) I thought you had dissipated many weeks ago. Of course, we knew nothing of one another then... and perhaps I underestimated you.
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@silco

[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-13 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Is it everything you wished for?

(voryn stands metres from silco, half-obscured in a dense shadow of one of the root cavern's winding, offshoot tunnels. grey skin camouflages him, and only his eyes are perfectly visible. they are two red slits in the dark with a softly glowing third, his shard, positioned vertically between them.

he steps forward to greet the human, arms coming away from his sides. it looks like an invitation to come into his embrace, held open as though silco would ever step forward.
)

The Great Tree is dead. There is now nothing separating us from Oblivion and the Void beyond. There is a dying sun in the sky, slowly closing like the tired eye of an ancient God. Kenos will disappear as our planets have disappeared, and everything that we've ever built will cease to exist.

(discordant with the tragedies he shares with silco, voryn begins to quietly laugh.)

Is it what you wanted, Silco?
hauntedking: (05)

[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-13 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dimitri has to turn away for a moment - his own shard has to be plucked from behind his eyepatch - and he turns back with a serious look as he readjusts it. ]

...I recovered a battered knife from the ruins. It's not the sharpest, but it will have to do.

[ He holds the weapon out. It's not rusty, at least, but it's certainly worn down by age... ]
hauntedking: (22)

[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-13 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I know what I have to do.

[ Dimitri responds with a frown. Something is off here and he doesn't like it. He peers at Byleth intently, as if he's trying to discern something about them. ]

You are not yourself. You don't sound like yourself.
fishfearme: (hmm)

[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-13 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[Sothis returned Dimitri's ogling with a heavy-lidded stare of her own... but while her dark eyelashes hooded her gaze, it didn't really conceal the slight glow of her eyes - a glow that Byleth definitely didn't have normally.]

There is a phrase that is quite common in Fódlan, and I believe it goes something like: "you should let sleeping dogs lie". This is not a topic you want to pursue.
sterngaze: (neutral: tousled)

IV

[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-13 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Days of being trapped within the ritual chamber, at the mercy of his thirst and his exhaustion, of his doubts and those of others, have left Liem pale and drawn. Deep shadows ring his dark eyes; from the withered, haunted look about him, he likely hasn't had a drop to drink or a wink of sleep since he arrived.

His only concession to appearances is the poise that he still clutches to, as though by standing straight and moving carefully, he can hide the worst of his strain. So it is that he approaches Byleth (or the god in Byleth's body) with an approximation of his usual genteel manner, despite the air of defeat that follows him like an echo, beyond even his ability to rein in anymore.
]

You seem unlike yourself, Mister Eisner.

[He observes it neutrally, regarding the god with Byleth's face with wary curiosity.]

I did not think to hear such complaints from you, especially in these circumstances.
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WILDCARD ↣ AN EYE FOR AN EYE ↣ 同害報復

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-13 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[A combination of sheer luck and a war god's design may have prevented Hayame from realizing just what sort of foul alliance had been made... but that period of grace lasts only as long as the shard-bearers are spread throughout the deserted cities that had once been Highstorm and Springstar. Once they are all drawn beneath the tree, largely congregated in the single room... she still has an eye left to her.

She sees enough. The whispering, the looks, the hints of thoughts in the swirl of heightened Communion that make her almost lose sense of who is who amongst their number...

Meridian and Zenith energies clash within her as she takes the first step across the dry, dead soil beneath the tree. She closes the distance heedless of who stands between them, regardless of who is nearby, until she looms over Sebastian with an intense, dark look upon her face.]


What are you scheming, demon?
erbe: (117)

[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-13 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Mortal or not, we've all been packed into the same sardine can. What's keeping you glued to the wall? Fear?

[She expects another heated retort from that, but Rin is quick to pull up a hand to stop it before that begins.]

What I'm trying to get at is that by isolating yourself you've become more of a sore thumb than just a bystander fading away into the background. Are you avoiding it?