[M] Í Tokuni II

[Vicissitude]

Summer 04 year 124 of the third age
Continued from here.
<tw: image of female nipples later in the thread>​

It was disconcerting to learn that Själ had no idea why her portals had butchered the flytraps. He could only imagine that whatever it was blocking her from leaving this place was responsible for the instability of the shorter range ones. He wondered why his spells seemed unaffected, though maybe that wasn't even true; maybe whatever effect there was on his magic just wasn't that overt since he'd only been casting relatively weak spells.

Aric was a skilled Galsterei, and with the Aether Reserves from two Galdr, he was still doing alright in terms of Aether. Most of his spellwork thus far had been cast at Journeyman or lower– the results of which were only as strong as they were because he was weaving both Aqua and Terra together to manipulate mud. As such, he looked just fine aside from a few cuts on his arms with his armor protecting him elsewhere from the sharp bits of the flytraps.

The next monster was something he wasn't wholly sure where to start with. He had always preferred to fight in melee, but close quarters combat did not seem like the best of ideas against those precarious looking bulbs. Whilst it was possible they might be filled with some harmless (albeit disgusting) bodily fluid, it seemed far more likely that they contained something harmful, like an acid or a poison. He was no healer, and far as he could tell, neither was Själ– acid burns or poisonous afflictions would be difficult for them to deal with without help.

Initially, it had its sights on Aric, lunging at him straight away when the other Fælnir took to the air. Aric leapt back, wanting to keep his distance. However, when Själ dropped the rock, it would bounce off the top of the larger piece of carapace on its head, and as it did so, the creature jerked its head and shoulders to look up at her. And from her view above, she would see that those pernicious balloons did appear to sprout from that head plate all the way 'round.

Though it was quite tall, it was a creature without wings. If Själ had flown high enough it wouldn't be able to reach, but it did try leaping to grab her. Failing this endeavor, it would appear enraged, and start pulling sacs from its head and throwing them at her like foul projectiles.

That being the case, Aric wasn't about to just stand by while it did this– it was only a matter of time until one of those rancid things hit her. Not sure how fragile the sacs were, he still really did not wish to go near it, and so he pulled a spear of soil from the ground and flung it through the air towards the softest looking part of the beast. Unfortunately, it was able to shift its weight, causing the spear to hit a harder part of its carapace, but it did manage to make a substantial crack in the thing's leg.

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[Caelum]

Sjal opted not to swoop down, given the rock had done well to draw its attention up to her. This was, perhaps, the first time she'd really considered the ramifications of turning down the invitation to become dragonbound. How easy would it have been to simply breath a torrent of flames down onto the creature before her? She realized for the first time just how useful it would be to have a ranged offensive capability. If she hadn't had Aric here, she might have been shit out of luck. She'd have to reconsider her choice when she got back home. IF she got back home.

The creature tried to jump to get her and Sjal panicked. She thought for a moment that it would be able to fly despite its lack of wings. But she was a couple dozen feet in the air and it would fall short. "Thank the gods," Sjal thought, thinking of how to proceed. Her plan had been to swoop down and slash the creature, but now that its attention was on her, it seemed like it wanted to throw things at her.

It took time to make a portal unless she wanted to spend a lot of energy on it. So, she swerved as best as she could managed to just barely dodge the first sac. Then, she ripped open an opening in space that would allow the next sac(s) fly into it. The exit of the portal was opened up right next to the creature so that the sacs would (hopefully) collide with the creature. Though Sjal didn't know whether it would be immune to its own attacks.

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[Vicissitude]

Summer 04 year 124 of the third age​

While Själ's trick with the portals was clever, the bulbs bursting onto the creature itself did not seem to do much more than enrage it further. Aric assumed from this that the bulbs likely contained a venom of some sort, as venomous creatures typically had within themselves antibodies that would serve to protect them. The substance had splashed onto the creature's leg where he'd broken the carapace, too, further confirming both that the creature wasn't affected and also that it was no acid.

Still, with its sole focus being on trying to throw more bulbs at Själ, Aric would opt to take the risk of trying to hit it directly. By this point, too, it had much fewer bulbs around the sides of its head from whence it was throwing, and so he carefully aimed his attack to approach at the safest angle. Holding the handle of his ax in such a way that allowed him maximum reach, the blade swung and managed to strike at the thinnest part of its thorax– cutting it in half. Its death rattle was hideous; a metallic, cacophonous call that shook even the trees around them. He immediately leapt back, making sure to avoid any bursting bulbs as its upper body came crashing down onto the earth below.

In the moments before its death, however, one of its projectiles managed to hit Själ– soon, the venom would seep into the abrasions present on her flesh. What would it do? How long would she have?

In its death throes, the monster continue to writhe for several moments after it'd been cut in twain. Aric hadn't seen that Själ was hit, so focused was he on making sure that his strike landed. Calling up to her, "...you alright up there, lass?"

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[Caelum]

Sjal cheered from up above as the combination of attacks took the creature down. Even if her own attack hadn't done anything she was still pleased. Now she would know for the next time she encountered one of these things… not that she ever wanted to.

She got cocky and started letting herself fall to the ground, not really paying attention to the creature's actions. The next thing she knew, her left wing was hit by one of the sacs! "Ahhhh!" she shouted as she struggled to keep herself airborne. She managed to tumble to the ground without injuring herself, but her left wing was covered with the weird venom.

"Fuck! I got hit!" she shouted. "Should we chop it off?" she'd ask Aric, extending her wing so that he could, if he so chose. Perhaps it was a stupid idea as some of the venom had gotten onto her back and a severed wing might be a more severe injury.

In any case, it looked like she wouldn't be able to fly again until she got some treatment. Sjal would tell Aric what the venom felt like, if she felt any symptoms. She would also let her eyes dart around and try to find a path leading to where they were supposed to go next.

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[Vicissitude]

Summer 04 year 124 of the third age​

Själ might not have been able to deal tangible damage to the goliath insect, but there are many things equally valuable in a fight– like the role of distraction she played. Aric doubted he would've been able to get a strike that clean were the thing's focus solely directed at him. So when it finally did fall, he viewed the victory as something they'd contributed to equally.

However, his companion's yelling immediately tipped him off to the fact that something was wrong. He'd not seen her get hit directly, but her words tipped him off to what had happened when the flustered woman clumsily descended to the ground. First, he looked over her without responding, but then he shook his head.

"Nae, I don't think that would help; looks like the venom got all over ya," he spoke calmly, though his expression was empathetic– he had no idea what to expect from the substance, but he wanted her to remain as calm as possible. Higher blood pressure might make it worse.

For the moment, the dragonspawn wouldn't notice much– she'd begin to feel warm, with any of the affected wounds on her wing and her back feeling hotter than the rest of her body.

Aric appeared thoughtful. "I know some basic medicine, but unless I can figure out what the venom does– and find anything worth a damn in these accursed woods– I'm not sure if I can help. Ælheim has a vast array of medicinal flora, but…here? Might all be poison," he said with a sigh.

"Who fuckin' knows– maybe we'll run 'cross some apothecary's lab wanderin' through this blasted maze. We can't just stand here, though– dunnae how much time ya've got." Perhaps far fetched, but within these gray walls lay endless possibilities.

Aric had no idea where he was going, he just knew they had to move. He'd direct Själ to follow him, not wanting to burden the distressed woman with pathfinding on top of being stricken with illness. The dead-looking trees were so densely packed once they moved away from that clearing they'd arrived in that a man with shoulders as wide as Aric had to walk sideways fairly often. In the blackness that surrounded them, too, was eerie silence– every footstep of theirs sounded deafeningly loud in comparison. Occasionally, they'd hear movement, but with such poor visibility nothing could be seen.

They'd wander lost like this for only a few minutes before finding their way to another gray wall tracked with vines. Looking closely, Aric spotted a door growing beneath the vines– he was shocked. Was the room really that small, or had their path been manipulated by whomever it was that controlled this dark demesne? By now, Själ would begin to feel like she had a fever.

Moving to approach the vines, Aric intended to cut them away with his ax but the moment he raised his arms, those desiccated growths sprang to life. More vines sprouted from the soil beneath his feet, quickly winding up his legs; though he struggled, he was unable to stop them from entrapping him.

His eyes bulged in surprise, and he called out to Själ– "the vines! Get away from them!"

But she wouldn't have time; they'd emerge from the ground beneath her, too. If she tried to struggle or cut them away from her, more would come from all directions, eventually proving overwhelming. From the trees, the strange figure they'd only caught glimpses of at the start slunk into few. She moved like a lizard, with long limbs and a long, flexible spine, adeptly crawling through the boughs above. She ceased to move in a tree directly above Själ, coming to rest in a cat-like pose and wearing a similarly feline expression.

Small motes of white fire flickered into existence, illuminating the strange figure; there were three of them, and they languidly drifted above her head like a ghostly crown. Själ would recognize her face as that of the woman that'd lured her here. However, now that she was able to get a better look at her, she'd realize that the strange, gaunt figure above her was no Æld'Nora at all.

"Leaving so soon…? Tsk!" the woman spoke to them in a lilting, almost sing-song voice laced with mockery. "An unfortunate circumstance…" she trailed off, "...to be forced to wander blind when one is stricken with venom," punctuating this sentiment with wide eyes and broad, cheshire grin.

"Vile witch!" Aric interrupted, prompting her to swivel her head and land that eerie, emerald gaze on him in a motion similar to an owl's movements.

She stared at him blankly for a moment, then scuttled down from the tree, past Själ, behind him, and then crawled up his back in a rather reptilian manner. Peeking out from over his shoulder, "...oh come now– I haven't harmed you."

She slunk back down and stood between them, her lanky body rising to a height taller than both of the Fælnir. "...yet, anyhow."

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[Caelum]

The anxiety of being coated by… whatever the fluid actually was, was worse than the immediate symptoms. Sjal had to take a moment to recalibrate and remind herself that she wasn't going to drop dead in the next few minutes. Despite how much she tried, her breathing remained quick and her extremities started to tingle due to the quasi-hyperventilation.

"Alright, let's keep moving then. Maybe we will find something helpful." She wasn't hopeful in the least. Just minutes ago she had felt invincible but now she felt that she'd lost whatever sick game this all was. She trudged along behind Aric as he led the way. Her anxiety died down but was replaced by a fever that felt related to her injury. It could have been because it'd been a while since she'd drank anything… or maybe this was the beginning of the end.

"A door? Finally," Sjal said weakly. She so wanted a change of scenery, but the vines had other plans. Sjal barely resisted, seeing how easily Aric was being immobilized. If he couldn't break free, what chance did she have?

"You," Sjal said, forcing the tiredness from her voice. "What is the point of all of this? If I'm going to die here at least give me some answers." The younger woman would concentrate on creating a portal. A small hole opened in front of Sjal's mouth and in front of the 'vile witch's' face for a brief moment. It wouldn't last long, but would be large enough for Sjal to spit through it. She would have liked to do something a little more damaging, but she didn't have many options.

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[Vicissitude]

Summer 04 year 124 of the third age​

Aric had been tempted to cast spells of his own, but he'd held back; he knew well the capabilities of a Draoidh. If his attack failed, he was in her grasp– prey easily crushed by the vile vines wrapped 'round him. Further, if she wanted them dead…they would be. They were, presumably, in her Grove.

The warrior's anger at the strange entity standing between them shifted to confusion as he was trying to figure out what the little portal Själ was making was for and then– oh. His chest tightened, concerned about how the plant-like woman would react. Each second felt eternal as he waited for the sorceress' response.

The vines snaked 'round Själ reacted swiftly, with three of them piercing her body at different points. One through the thigh, one through the abdomen, and one through her left shoulder, piercing the trapezius muscle. Each vine shifted enough to emerge again, bloodied out the other side of wherever they entered. While the experience would be excruciating, they would pierce nothing vital.

"I almost admire the boldness," the woman replied with a wicked grin– emerald eyes deep pools of malice.

"...but you're here first for my amusement, and second…as food. Father Atrum enjoys his meals fermented in agony 'fore we hand them off– but the two of you have a bit more, ah, how you'd say…" she trailed off, stalking 'round the two trapped Fælnir, as if a lioness encircling her prey. "...gusto! than the rest." She spoke, however, as if Common were a tongue she knew, but was unused to using.

While she talked, another figure, similar but different, half-formed out of the tree nearest to the witch. He would be hard to see until he neared enough to his twin, those spinning lights above her head illuminating them both. Her head would turn, neck twisting almost all the way 'round, to look at him when he spoke– though the Fælnir would fail to understand a single word he said. The two would, for a moment, converse in this euphonious snake tongue, and then the other figure would shift back into the forest as quickly as he had appeared– evidently uninterested in the other's games. Still, one could not be certain if he had truly left.

With him apparently gone, the woman's head swiveled back to face her current guests. "I wanted to extend an offer– if accepted, there may be a path for the both of you to return to your homes," she said, the malice on her face replaced with an odd, almost childlike sort of glee.

"I'll need you to do two things– one, continue to amuse me 'til I tire of you. If, before then, you expire…" she just shrugged. "The second, once you're back in that forest-realm of yours, I'd like the two of you to 'round up as many Vokhai as you can– Father Atrum likes them the most. He can…forgive my letting you free if, in return, you bring him better food. The…logistics? Will be arranged if you succeed your first trial, yes? …Deal?" The woman spoke quickly, her accent making her somewhat difficult to understand with voice and mannerisms like an overeager saleswoman.

Though the stranger knew nothing about Antarokian current day politics, she had actually given Aric, at least, a very sound deal. He hated the Vokhan– so their heads for his? "Deal," the man quickly agreed.

Själ was free to proffer whatever opinions she might have, though with her injuries, she might be hard pressed to say no.

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[Caelum]

Sjal knew what she'd done was stupid, but in her defense she thought that she was going to die within minutes anyways. She groaned in pain as the unique sensation of being impaled by plants overcame her. She thought this is it as the vines moved through her. Her fever only made the experience worse.

To hear that that there was a way out made Sjal feel better, but it wasn't exactly what she was hoping for. A part of her told her she would prefer to die now instead of slowly letting the poison consume her. Her mind raced and thought of bolder ideas she could try. Could she create a portal and maybe sever the woman's foot off when she took her next step? A portal made that quickly would surely be draining but little would make Sjal happier than to be a nuisance.

No, she thought, if it were just me, sure. But Aric is doing fine. I should at least try to get him out of this mess. She glanced at the next person who came 'round, thinking that it was probably smart that she hadn't tried anything else. For all she knew there were more hiding about, ready to slaughter them if they stepped out of line. Maybe they'd been nearby the whole time, since the very beginning.

Sjal tried to speak, but nothing came out at first but a wheeze. She tried again, after Aric spoke. "I appreciate the offer, but how far… how far do you really think I'm going to make it like this? I'm getting sicker by the minute and you just punched holes into me. Not to mention you brought me to a place where teleportation is damn near useless."

Her agreement/acceptance of the deal was implied. She didn't really give a fuck about the Vokhai. To her knowledge they were ugly as sin and deserved to be eradicated. The one gnoll she knew wasn't terrible, but his mannerisms… there was no way someone like that could ever be a good fit for human society no matter how magically talented. Vokhai were so bad that Sjal preferred aelves over them, and that was saying something.

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[Vicissitude]

Summer 04 year 124 of the third age​

The strange sorceress looked pleased at their answers.

"Your fragility really is unfortunate," she said with an almost theatrical sigh, as if she was still getting used to how easily mortals boke. "Fine, fine. 'Twould be…anticlimactic…if you died here," words spoken begrudgingly.

The vines would flicker and glow with Saol, and though their removal would be a uniquely unpleasant experience, Själ's wounds would close upon their extraction. Her fever, too, would fade.

The woman would then fade into a cloud of mist, those flickering lights above her snuffing out. Her disembodied voice would call out to them, "...don't disappoint me," before fading into the black abyss between the trees.

Shortly thereafter, the vines would recede, releasing both Fælnir and uncovering the door. Aric just looked exasperated. "We really are players in somebody's game, huh?" The man shook his head.

"No sense in succumbing to anger," he muttered, more to himself than to Själ. "Forward, then; let's find a way out of this blasted place."

Going through the door, the two of them would find more gray walls, though this time it appeared as if they'd only have to traverse one short hallway. And this time, there were no tricks– all they'd have to do was walk down that hall and emerge into the next room, much smaller than the last. It still had the same tall ceilings, but the notable thing this time was that it was completely empty. The walls, too, were blank, and there was no door to be seen.

Aric seemed unamused. "Great, what're we supposed to do with this…?" he'd ask, as if polling an audience that wasn't there.

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[Caelum]

"Thanks… I think," Sjal said as her wounds were healed and her head started to clear.

"Fuckin hell," she said to Aric as she walked up towards the door. "We're in a game that doesn't end until the puppet master gets bored. I wonder if she'll even keep her word. For all we know she could keep toying with us for…ever. I am glad we didn't opt to chop my wing off though."

The next room was a perfect example. A room with nothing in it. "I don't know what we're supposed to do with this, but I guarantee that woman is somewhere laughing at our expressions." Sjal was in a better mood than she had been in. She actually had hope now and her objective had been clearly defined. All she had to do was survive.

Sjal walked into the center of the room to see if she could spot anything off about it. If she didn't see anything she would say, "I didn't see any other rooms or paths so I assume we're in the right place. Maybe there's an illusion at play, or some sort of trap." She would unsheathe her sword, untie her sheathe, and toss the sheathe into the room and let it slide across the floor to see if anything odd happened.

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[Vicissitude]

Summer 04 year 124 of the third age​

Hope.​

Inspiring hope, indeed, was Evanthia's goal– everything was more fun that way, whether she kept her promise…or not!

Aric chuckled at the other's comments. "She probably is," he said with a sigh.

Själ's choice to throw something out into the room before either of them made it more than a few steps in was likely a wise decision. Though the room was dark– only dimly lit by the murky sky above– they would watch as the sheath slid a few feet across the floor, only to clatter against something in the middle of the room.

"Ah, so it isn't empty…everything's just, uh…hidden?" Aric sounded patently puzzled. "Fie, it's that Glamour shite, is it? Or, at least, I hope it is and not somethin' else entirely."

"Suppose we should proceed with caution, then…can't tell what's actually in here," speaking as he took a few careful steps forward, arms lifted to feel around in the air.

It wasn't long before he caught up to the sword sheath, and from touching what it'd hit, he could deduce it was an invisible wall of sorts– least, that's what it felt like. Inspecting more of the area around him, he realized he was standing in a fairly narrow sort of hall, only the walls were all invisible. "Divinity be damned, it's a blasted maze…" he said with a sigh. "Well, lass, best we start trying to find our way through it, then– there's gotta be something of note in here…somewhere."

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[Caelum]

Sjal rolled her eyes. Of course there was something more to the room. "We can't even see a door," she said with an exasperated sigh. "So there's no telling where we're even supposed to go! What if the exit is on the ceiling somewhere? What if the hallway was an illusion too and we missed the right room. If this room has no exit we could be here til we starved."

She put her hands on her temples and massaged her head while she thought. She did this for a minute or so before saying, "maybe we can be smart about this. The magic you have… maybe we can use it to give us some visibility. I don't know exactly what you can do, but if you could sprinkle bits of earth around we might be able to get a good idea of where the walls are. Maybe I could open a portal at the top of the room and you could shower pebbles through it?"

She paused then continued, "or we at least need some way of marking the ground to know where we've been already." She would try scraping the tip of her sword against the ground to see if it left a mark.

All in all she liked this room a lot more than fighting plant monsters, but she had a feeling that there might be dangers associated with this room. Invisible dangers that might be even worse than getting doused in venom.

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Summer 04 year 124 of the third age​

"I doubt the ceiling's an option– flung a rock at it back when I first got here and couldn't even crack the glass," Aric said with an annoyed tone. "Was hopin' to try and get an aerial view by floating up on a stone, but the blasted path is blocked."

"Your portal idea doesn't sound half bad. Terra can shape or shatter stone to my liking– I can powderize a mineral I'm bound to called cinnabar, and that'll give a red tint to any surface it lands on," he continued, this time sounding somewhat hopeful. "We'll at least get an outline of this room– we should just stand back, though, best to avoid breathing the powder in."

With that, he'd follow Själ back to the room's entrance and wait for her to open the portals. When she did, he'd hold his palm over the portal closest to him and a stream of vibrant, red powder would flow from his hand, raining down from the secondary portal above. Luckily for them, this wasn't a taxing cast– a little goes a long way with dust, as many people learn when spilling flour or playing with glitter.

In short order, a thin patina of red powder clung to the room's invisible walls. Aric stopped producing the mineral as soon as the walls were visible, but far from opaque– if they squinted, they'd actually see a door on the far side of the room, it was just a painfully convoluted path to get there. The warrior looked right chuffed.

"Good thinkin' there, lass! Probably would've taken ages to bumble through this infernal maze blind," he said with a voice laced in relief. The two would be able to navigate the maze much easier now, even if finding the precise right path was still an exercise in tedium.

The door at the end led into a lavish dining room, though the style of it was entirely new to them. If anything, it could be compared to a twisted version of some of the stylings the Æld'Norai and some Fae seemed to enjoy– most of the furniture bore the hallmarks of growth through Draoidh. However, it had a harsher hand to it; everything felt like it was designed to be imposing and dark-- it lacked the whimsy of the former two examples. The wood, too, looked sickly and gray, much like that of the trees they'd thus far seen. Still, the room had an august air to it and the food atop the table looked exquisite– from elaborate meat dishes to decadent desserts.

Both Aric and Själ had been here for some time now. The question, then, would be thus: was it wise to indulge their hunger? And if they ignored this opportunity, would they receive another before they starved?

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[Caelum]

Sjal focused, taking her time to conserve on aether, then created a portal at the top of the room. She was amazed with Aric's ability to create the fine dust. She would have never thought terra could be so versatile. She did her best not to breathe in to powder and covered her nose with her sleeve whenever she had to inhale.

The smell of the rock struck her as odd. It was entirely likely that she'd never encountered the rock before. "Phew, this was a lot simpler than the last areas. By the way, where'd you find a rock like that?" she asked as she walked through the maze. "And what do you think about the deal? How do you plan on gathering and delivering a bunch of Vokhai?"

Sjal was relieved when the maze ended up being just that – a maze. The dust didn't reveal any traps, but it didn't stop her from being a little jumpy every time she accidentally bumped into a wall. As soon as she'd seen the door her first instinct was to blink over to it. Resisting the urge to use her magic on herself was a constant struggle.

The next room had food in it. "Is this some kind of gift?" Sjal asked as she walked up to the dining table. "Or is it some kind of trap. The last room didn't have any so I'd say we're due for some."

Hunger gnawed at her. She'd been hungry ever since she'd gotten her fever and took for granted how easy it was to get food by simply teleporting. She hadn't brought any with her and she was guessing Aric hadn't either.

"I think we should at least take a little with us and save in case we end up going hungry," she said, cautiously picking up a drumstick. It was easier said than done when she'd now skipped multiple meals. "And I'm willing to give it a taste to see if it's poisonous." She took a bite and chewed it consideringly before swallowing.

She assumed there was something wrong with the food and that the puppet masters would make them regret passing up on a meal if at least one of them didn't take the bait. Or maybe she was just talking herself into eating because she couldn't help but take a second bite.

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Cælum (Själ)

+20 XP (1985 wc)

Vicissitude

+30 XP (3k+ wc)

The journey continues!

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