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So, I'm making a demon but is it allowed to enter the battle described in the first post or does everyone begin at their HQ?
Jacob Farweight


Location: LA Suburb Streets => 365 Combat Club => Beverly Hills High School
The streetlamps offered the occasional oasis of light in an otherwise completely dark morning. Jacob was running for almost half an hour now. Running into the light, then back into the invisible darkness and back into the light again. As if he only existed for the briefest of seconds before he vanished again. This early, there was nobody outside. Every time he went for an early morning run, Jacob rarely saw a car pass him. It was peaceful and quiet. But above all else, Jacob felt solitude. Even though he knew that behind every window he passed there were people sleeping. Behind every door was a family that would start living again in moments. Still, he pretended that for just now he was alone in a very empty world. He loved it. He loved the serene feeling he got as he passed iron wrought gates, carefully trimmed hedged and massive, columned mansions. In recent weeks, feeling at peace with himself became a commodity to Jacob.

After half an hour he reached home again. The first thing Jacob did was check his messages, his calls, his snapchat. Anything! Rather franticly he was swiping through everything. To no avail, Ceci hadn’t returned his call. She hadn’t texted. His friend didn’t even send a snap for five days straight now.

The one thing he loved about Ceci was that she was gone for all the time. There was no attachment, no strings, no traps. The distance was good. Through technology they could still talk day in, day out. She would tell him about those amazing places across the globe and he would tell her about the intriguing place that is Beverly Hills High School. But four days ago he send her a voicemail telling her about the party. Or rather what was going down. Trixie vanished. Hailey didn’t even go in. The only one who acted like herself was Ophelia. Though she got very, very drunk. Jacob feared for his friend’s friends.

With a heavy sigh he dropped the phone back on his bed. Nothing. Not even a text. Two days, he told himself. Two more days. After that he would go to the Lovelace mansion and ask if they know where she is. Two days. That’s what he told himself. That’s what he told himself two days ago. He didn’t fear Mrs. Lovelace. But there was something off with her. Ceci once told him that she couldn’t stand the name of his father. Which struck him as odd. He tried to ask his father about it, but he kept mute about it all.

He picked up the phone again. Still nothing. For a moment he wanted to call her. Again and again until she picked up. But no, no he had to respect the distance. He couldn’t grow strings now. Everything was perfect. Everything was fine as it was. He would imperil that. Still, he went to her messages. Maybe she had send one and he didn’t see it? No, she hadn’t send anything. Maybe he should send a message? His fingers inched closer to the virtual keyboard. But he stopped himself again. That was stupid, sending another message. This all was stupid. Yet his thumb inched closer to the phone icon. Was his subconsciousness telling him to call her? Whatever spell he was under, it vanished when his phone started vibrating in his hands.

Seven o’clock had passed. Jacob rushed down, grabbed his gym back and jumped in his car. The Club never opened later than seven am. So on seven he would be there. The ride was short but a treat. The suburbs were waking up. Lights drove out the dark. Clarity replaced hidden mystique. Reality took over from fantasy. A daily transition had begun. Amid of it, Jacob drove to the Combat Club.

At the 365 Combat club

His trainer taught him much. But something she learned from his father. One of them was the bow when he took off his shoes and made a small bow when stepping on the matting. It was a sign of respect. Not to a person. Not yet at least. It was respect for the work. For the training. For yourself. Then the work-out began. Not many people came in as early as seven. Almost entirely alone he went through the routine. Jumping, push-ups, squads, set ups. Then it was time for the punching bag.

When Jacob came in for the first time, he railed into the punching bag like a madman. Trying to hit as often and as hard as he could. Trying to distract himself from everything and let go of it all. Instead he held it all close and tight. He wasn’t releasing it, he was seething. Troy put him straight one morning. Even now, many months after that, he still felt grateful for the lesson. He was different now, even though he needed a few more lessons after that. Now he was taking his time and controlled his breathing. The music was sealing him off from the outside world now. Turning the exercise into a retreat from life. “We get…what we… deserve.” He sang along, but it was barely audible. His stance shifted. Jacob moved around the punching bag. Hitting another angle. “And way down we go.” But something was breaking his focus. Some thought was with him, even here, even now. A nagging feeling of worry stayed with him. Ceci. It wasn’t like her to vanish like that. “You let your feet run wild.” Three quick jabs. “Time has come as we all go down.” He moved to the music, hit with every beat. He would be dancing, if not for the punches he was throwing. “And way down we goooo.”

At Beverly Hills High School

Jacob did not entirely hate Beverly Hills High School. He just came to that conclusion as he sat in his car, enjoying the music. He didn’t hate the cheerleaders practicing. He didn’t hate football practice. He didn’t hate most of his teachers. Sure, things could be better. Some classes were just straight boring. Others, like Spanish, felt impossible. But that wasn’t what bugged Jacob. What bugged him was Damian being captain when he wanted the position. Yet he knew he couldn’t go up against Damian to get it. Nor would Damian just hand it over on a silver platter. He hated the candies spreading stupid love gossip like it was an STD. Though deep down he knew it might also be jealousy. But that was high school. You win some, you lose some. For now he just had to carry on for another six months. With a little bit of luck he would make a handful of vital tackles this semester. Who knows, maybe could get lucky this year. With hope in his heart he went inside and took a seat in his home room class.

Location: Beverly Hills High School
Interacting with: Cassandra@smarty0114



Cassie woke up, wrapped in blankets, and falling swiftly to the floor. The thud of her body hitting the ground was cushioned by her cocoon, thankfully. She blinked at the hardwood floor that she’d found herself staring at and groaned. Cassie had always been a restless sleeper, but it got bad when she was nervous. And this being the first day back, last night had not been easy on her nerves. She hated high school, like most kids. Unlike most kids, she had to pretend to be an entirely different person at high school. Well, maybe not so much unlike most kids.

Cassandra unraveled herself from the blankets and got up, padding to the shower, where she waited for the water to get, probably dangerously hot, scalding for sure to most people. Cassie didn’t mind it. She liked hot showers. She rinsed the night of restlessness from her skin and hair, and soon got out and dressed. For this day she picked tight fitting jeans, paired with an oversized sweater, and a knit scarf, along with some black leather boots. Still had to look good.

California wasn’t known for it’s winters, but that didn’t mean that the morning wasn’t cold. After the twenty minute drive to school Cassie hurried inside, arms wrapped around herself to keep warm, and very nearly bumped into a small, mousy girl. Cassie looked her over, and a quizzical look came over her face. ”Hey, you’re the girl who was talking to Marshall on New Years right? About the Candies? Eloise? Or Elizabeth?” Cassie asked, struggling to remember the younger girls name.

Her first official day at Beverly Hills had just started as Elodie jumped out of bed at six am. It was still dark outside but never the less, the young exchange student began her morning routine. Well, her slightly altered morning routine. She wanted to shine like a star today. After a quick bowl of cornflakes, she began her run on the treadmill. Nothing gave you quite the same gloss as a morning workout. After that, she just grabbed a quick shower and went to school. Her automatic car drove itself to school as Elodie checked her Instagram. There were so many pictures from the party. It kept a smile on her face. Even though it ended sooner than she liked. At least for her.

With the car parked she stepped out and walked up to the school. Even winters in California were hot! Elodie kept her eyes on her phone though, going through every new person’s social media, trying to get to know them better. So when the girl she didn’t know nearly ran into her she jumped a little.

“Oh yeah!” She answered enthusiastically when the girl brought up Marshall. “Yeah, I just read about the candies when I got here and-“ well she wouldn’t understand what that meant. “Sorry, I’m Elodie. And you are… wait you’re Cassandra!” The French girl nearly jumped again, only this time in excitement. “You’re a candy too, aren’t you!? You got your own clothing line! I’ve read all about you! I’ve been dying to meet you!”

Cassie couldn’t help but blush and giggle a bit. She forgot sometime’s how her and her friends came off to the outside world. Highschool’s weird Cassandra thought. ”Well, clothing line is a big word, but that’s the goal. I make my own clothes and I sell them. It’s a hobby more than anything,” Cassie said, grinning through her white lies.

Truly, her clothes were less of a hobby, and more of a lifeline. They kept her grounded, connected to who she was, and they kept her and her mom afloat at times too. When her mom’s paycheck wasn’t gonna come on time, Cassie was there, ready to help. All thanks to her “hobby.”

”And, yes, I’m a Candy, not that I really think of myself like that. Marshall said you wanted to hang out with us?” Cassie asked, smirking. Cassandra, as a rule, didn’t love new people, but this girl was endearing, and Cassie was bored. Not to mention, a new girl to play with might keep everyone from focusing on her and her white lies. Always playing the game, aren’t you Cassie?

“Oh yes! So much!” Elodie said as she took Cassandra by the arm as they kept walking forward. “I’ve read everything about you. Your mission! Your history! I love it! Even in Paris high schools, they don’t have that. And we call ourselves the city of love! But I forgot to ask Marshall so much.” Elodie just kept going on. Trying to showcase her unending enthusiasm. “But I’ve never found out how to join! Like, do you have to be invited? Because if so, I will do literally anything to get in. I love helping people find love! They called me cupid back home!” Well, that wasn’t true. She thought of herself as Cupid and some of her friends might have called her that as a one-time-thing. But still, she reckoned she was giving Cassandra a pitch talk. A few, little, innocent lives wouldn’t be that horrible, right?

Cassie grinned. This girl had moxie, that was for sure. ”Cupid huh? Well, with our help, maybe you can be more of an Aphrodite,” Cassie said with a wink, as they walked down the hall, Cassie leading them towards her locker. ”The Candies aren’t all sunshine and rainbows though. I mean, yeah, the girls are a great time, but being with them means being a part of everything. These clowns,” Cassie gestured to the meandering students, nerds and band geeks and goths, ”all have an opinion on you, or your sex life. It can be hard sometimes. You slip up and Jamie Callaghan is blasting your business in the Student Life section, saying ’The people deserve to know’, not to mention dealing with Hailey Green. Do you think you’ve got what it takes?”

“I.. don’t really have a sex life. So I’m guessing that’s a good thing here.” Elodie stated. Still, she grew a little red in her cheeks. She never really considered anyone’s sex life anyone else’s business. Oh, of course, she and her girlfriends talked about it. But it was never that much of a gossip subject. Or was it and did she just never notice? Next, to that, Elodie barely knew half the names Cassandra just summed up. Who was Jamie Callaghan and why was he so interested in making people know things? What business did he have in any else’s lives?

“I haven’t actually met Hailey, yet.” That was one person she had heard of. A close friend of Trixie. “But I’m sure I can take her!” she quickly tried to stand up tall again. In her mind, she played with the notion of becoming Aphrodite. Maybe deep down she always wanted to be like that. Irresistible. Oozing beauty with every step. Elodie just kept going where Cassandra led her. “But Hailey doesn’t lead the Candies, does she? That’s Ophelia. Tell me, what is she like?”

Cassie gave Elodie a look, a deep one, trying to peer through the layers that made her up. She saw a bit of herself in her, a young Cassie peeking through, ready to take on the world. Maybe this youngster would escape with that youthful optimism intact. ”First off, be careful who you say that around. Hailey isn’t one for challengers. Now, Ophelia. She’s maybe the one person I trust here. Well, her and the rest of the Candies. She’s always had my back. Once you get in with her, you’ve got a great friend,” Cassie said, reaching her locker, opening it up and reaching in to grab out her books.

”Who do you have for homeroom? Winship?”

Elodie felt a bit taken aback. Was the school really so filled with antagonizing people? She didn’t even know Hailey and she was already warned not to become a challenger. Not that she even thought she could be one. And Ophelia and the Candies being the only ones she trusted, made Elodie a bit frightened. Though it also made her want to be a Candy even more. Just to have a group of friends to be safe around. Still, maybe Cassandra was exaggerating a little?

“Yeah, I got Mrs. Winship.” Elodie answered a little less skippy. It was replaced with cautiousness: “So for who should, I look out? I’ve heard of someone named Owen but are there others?”

Cassie could tell she’d frightened the girl. That hadn’t been her intention, but it wasn’t shocking. Cassie probably could’ve sugar coated it a little bit, but the more this girl knew about this school, the better. ”Good, so do me and the rest of the girls,” Cassie replied with a grin. ”As for who you should watch out for, well Owen’s a good start. He’s Trixie’s ex, and a total douche canoe. Trevor Wells and Damian O’Connor are his best friends, the other two members of the Elite, but they’re mostly alright. Jamie is okay, but don’t trust him with anything you wouldn’t want the school to know, because he’s a gossip. Marshall is great, obvi, same goes for Brynn. She’s a bit of a skank, but I’m not one for slut shaming, so.” Cassie grinned at Elodie as they reached Winship’s class. ”Look Elodie, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. I think you’re fun. You’re adorable, and we need adorable. So play your cards right, and you might be looking at a one way ticket to Candyland.”

With that said, Cassie led Elodie into Winship’s room, and sat down with the younger girl at the Candies’ table, grinning. ”Girls, this is Elodie.
@Lord Zee Honestly it's a combo. Got a lot of real life stuff going on right now and at the same time, two other roleplays require a bit more attention now than a few days ago. I'm sorry but I fear I'll need to tap out of this RP.

Empire of Matathran


The orders were given and the group split up. The two mercenaries accompanied two Seekers back towards the World-Hauler with all the knowledge they got from the Totem of Lucrore. But not before Lee brought the fear of the Gods into these men's hearts. Should any of the Seekers not return, Ittain would search for them. Ittain would find them and he would kill them in the same, horrible manner as he killed their compagnons. Should they succeed though, their mates' shares would be theirs. The group remained united until they were nearing Chalice and then they split.

Lee, Ittain and one more Seeker headed for Hyperion's Way. A strange place nested in the mountains. Several myths and half-truths gleaned from talks at the inns down south spoke of a flower that somehow brought forth a weapon. Ittain seemed to mumble something about the Flower of Stars. Lee had grown to respect the man but also fear him. He wasn't just a mere old man. Still, the promise of this the Celestial Flower (as later merchants named it) was too great to pass on. So they marched on, into the mountains.

The trek was somewhat arduous - though there was a foot-path leading up to their destination, it was poorly maintained, and near the top Lee was stopped by Ittain just in time to prevent him from setting off a tripwire snare that would have set off a rockfall trap had he broken it - they would have company more disreputable than last time, it would seem.

When they finally reached the plateau set in the mountainside, the site which the map labeled as Hyperion's Way became apparent - it was modest, by the standards of the vale. A round plaza made of weathered bricks, with a single stone slab in the middle inscribed with ancient, unrecognizable text - and, set into the side of the mountain was a single natural cavern passage.

More recent additions to the area were present in the form of two tents, a few racks, a campfire, and a number of leather parcels lain out in stacks - along with three individuals, armed, and unlikely to be Matathran officials.

"Well, look who got past the rockfall snare." One of them declared nonchalantly as all three men rose, drawing their weapons - crude, improvised blades that looked as though they had been made from the remnants of plows. "If you came to take the trial, you came just in time. Come noon, the last piece of meat will either succeed or fail - and you'll be next." His expression was jovial, and his eyes filled with greed as he slowly approached, his two companions circling around to flank Ittain and Lee.

“Ittain, maybe it’s time you show them that blue flames spell of yours again.” Lee said rather tentatively to his master. While he and the other Seeker pulled their much sharper blades. But Ittain turned to Lee and said: “Oh, even I don’t know what spell that was.” He said as if it was just to mention it like a small detail. But it was the fact Lee had counted on. With their official protection gone, he thought Ittain could just blast them away. “Wait so… you can’t protect us?” Lee asked surprised, if not a little frightened. “Oh… suppose I can. I think. Maybe I should sit down and think about that spell. It could pop up again. It had blue flames you say?” Ittain said as if the group of bandits were standing in front of them. “Damn, now is not the time!” Lee said, pointing his dagger at the one who spoke. Ittain turned to them, showing his bandaged eyes.

“Oh, that little trap? A nice work really. Using your environment. Saves a lot of time I’d imagine. Trial? Oh look, Lee, they’re already performing a Trial! Wait, what Trial?” Ittain just spoke as if nothing was wrong. Lee on the other hand: “Are you not seeing those damned blades!? They’re going to kill us!” Meanwhile he held his left hand behind his back, forming an illusion spell with it.

"Oh no, we won't kill you. Not unless you you make it inconvenient for us. No, I imagine it will be the wasps what kill you." The bandit's leader chortled as all three of them began to encroach on the seekers. "Now, put down your blades, or we'll kill the gibbering old fool first - slowly."

“Excuse me did you just call me a fool?” Ittain asked, as if he only took offense of that fool. “Listen, you drop your weapons and we promise you can just go away with your lives. Think about it man. Our blades are clearly a lot better than yours.” Still, maybe they had trained with theirs? It was something Lee though only briefly about as in his mind he was shaping the giant serpent for the spell. It was almost done.

"You only have daggers, and from the looks of your clothes you are all some of those weird blood-caste foreigners. You've probably never had to use them a day in your life." The bandit leader said, his smile finally vanishing even as he took another two steps forward - just inside of lunging distance. "Last chance. Drop 'em, or else there will barely be anything left for the wasps."

Lee didn’t answer. Instead he held up his left hand high and let a purple flash fill the area. He hoped the illusion was convincing enough. He had woven quite a few of them already in the past. But never under stress like this. In the leader's eyes, a giant snake would burst out of the rocks behind the group of bandits, showing it’s giant fangs before it rushed towards them. It couldn’t hurt them. It wasn’t even real. The falling stones from the serpent bursting out couldn’t even touch them. They just weren’t there. The illusion though, wasn’t flawless. Some rocks falling had no sound and on parts of the serpents body scales were missing. Still, people of lesser wit could believe it was a real monster.

The illusion worked, in part - the bandit leader and one of the other two did not even hear the illusion with its inconsistent sounds - but the third did, causing him to turn back in surprise and subsequently panic. The man screamed in terror, jumping backwards awkwardly directly into Lee and his waiting knife as the bandit leader recoiled in shock at his comrade's action. The third, turning to look at what had spooked the first, saw the illusion and also fell for it - albeit, with unexpected bravery, charged headlong as the serpent with a roar and a swipe of their blade, only to fall flat on their face for their effort.

“Oh, Dire Serpent. A little inconsistent though.” Ittain said. “Is now really the right moment to criticize me!?” Lee rebutted. “Well whenever else?” Ittain returned. “When we aren’t threatened by someone with cold hard iron!” Lee was getting fed up. But Ittain barely realized in what situation he was. Lee barely understood the inner workings of the old man. In fact, he shouldn’t even be able to see the Dire Serpent. “Oh him? He’s no-one. Look at him, holding a sharpened shovel like it’s a weapon. Now you be careful sir. That’s a very dangerous object you’re holding. Now, if you would be so kind, maybe you could be our guide into this cave. There are coming all sorts of interesting energies from it.”

The bandit leader did not comply, instead snarling and lunging for Lee with his crude weapon out-thrust, even as the third bandit behind him began to get back up on their feet.

Lee could dodge the attacks, but in the act the leader passed Ittain. “Well that is just rude.” In the meanwhile, Lee was fighting. He was barely able to say: “Would you help me here!?” The action almost cost him his ear. Ittain just sighed. “Very well, I suppose I will.” He held out his hand out towards the nearest rock wall. A red-hot glow burned a strange, glyphic circle in it. From it, a pitch black portal appeared and out came a large, black, human like arm with claws on its fingers. It grabbed the leader and pulled him back into the black portal. Above the bandit that was just getting up another glyphic circle formed in red-hot lines drawn in the very air. From it another black portal appeared, dropping the bandit leader on his mate. Both black portals then closed themselves. On the rock only a handful of glyphs remained burned into the rock. Ittain walked up to the two bandits, saying: “Now that we have that little, petty skirmish out of the way, how about you tell us a little about this place?”

The bandit leader simply swore, and with a surge, leapt to his feet and fled back down the mountain trail, having lost his blade in the portal. His compatriot, stunned from having the hefty man dropped on him out of nowhere, was groaning and rolling over onto his side, his own blade abandoned by his side. He did not seem inclined to speak up.

"What's all the comm...o...tion..." A fourth bandit started as they emerged from the cavern passage, seeing the three seekers standing over the bodies of two of his companions. His face blanched, and without a word, he turned and ran back into the depths of the cavern passage.

“Really just all so rude.” Ittain complained. Lee on the other hand was quite out of breath from everything that just happened. “That one isn’t going to talk.” He said looking at the groaning bandit. “Guess we’ll have to ask the one who ran inside.” And so Ittain and Lee went into the cave. “Hello? Young man! We’re not here to hurt you. We’re pilgrims.” Ittain yelled through the cave, as Jacob held his hand up and cast a light spell to brighten the cave up.

The cavern passage went on a ways, and while unlit beyond the magical light Jacob had cast, its length was even, the walls generously proportioned, and the ground level. They shortly came to a tight curve in the passage, and turning it, they found the chamber of Hyperion's Way.

They stood on a perilously short ledge overlooking what, for all intents and purposes, might well have been a sheer drop for a bottomless chasm. There was a single hole in the ceiling of the cave through which the sun's light shone, but even with the addition of Jacob's light the dark depths remained veiled in shadow. The pit was filled with the sound of a distant humming, like a vast swarm of flying insects. Around the walls of the room were carved alcoves of stone recessed into the cavern's structure, inaccessible by foot, each containing an exquisite marble statue of an ancient figure, looking into the chamber with passive, stoic expressions. Many of them wielded implements of various natures, instruments, weapons, tools - some wore crowns and robes, whilst more were naked or armored. Their proportions and features were apart and alien from any species of hominid, so it stood to reason that most of the statues represented Primordial figures. Above them, the cavern roof formed a hemispherical dome, with a single aperture at the top where a ray of daylight shone through.

A number of pillars rose from the darkness below - most of them thin, and supporting seemingly randomly proportioned stepping-stones that could have been chosen from amongst any of the large rocks that had lined the mountain trail on the way up, all of them leading to the larger, central pillar, which supported a large stone plinth - a vessel, filled with earth, upon which coward a single naked and decrepit figure covered in oozing sores and lesions, strips of their flesh having fallen away, signs of their waste and their rotting flesh scattered across the top of the plinth. The bandit they had seen retreating into the cave was hopping hastily across the stepping stones towards the central plinth.

“Well this looks interesting.” Ittain just looked into the distance, at the statues. Finding them much more worthy of his attention than the bandit. Lee hated the situation he was in, but he couldn't ignore the single light, the stepping stones, the wrecked victim in the middle of it all. It all just formed a greater whole. “Hey, you there! Stop!” He yelled to the bandit. Though not daring to get on the stepping stones himself.

The bandit set foot on the plinth then turned back to face the seekers. "No! All of you lot had better throw your weapons down into the pit here and then leave, or else I'll be putting this sad heap out of their misery!" He called out at the seekers - his face had gone stark-white, he was trembling all over, and his fists, which were clenched tightly, were trembling. The prone form of the figure behind him only curled further in upon itself in response to the bandit's intrusion upon the pedestal.

Lee really didn’t want to drop his weapon. Though he knew that in the end, he had the upper hand. But he didn’t want the upper hand. He wanted information. Then it reached him. He pulled out one of his coin purses and held it up, shaking it slightly. “See this? It’s all yours if you tell us about these Trials.”

"How about fuck you?!?!" The bandit shouted back, drawing his own plowshard sword and gesturing it at the prone, rancid heap of flesh behind him. "You heard me! Weapons in the pit, then back out! No more words, just get!"

“Well you’re just a terrible guide really. We’re offering you good gold here just for you to open your mouth and in return, you’re threatening some poor sap.” Ittain said from the side. “Besides, we don’t really care for that guy. He ain’t with us so why should we care if you kill him?” Lee added, keeping the coin purse out and in sight. “You don’t really stand to win anything no matter what you do.”

"Shut up! Just shut up!" The bandit pressed the tip of his sword into the quivering figure behind him. He paused abruptly, his face contorting in fear and anger as the sound of the humming swarms below started to slowly grow in intensity.

“Ittain, maybe you should cast the spell again.” Lee told his master. Who was still distracted. “What spell?” the old man asked confused. “The arm and the black portals!?” But Ittain just looked confused. Until he finally got it. “Oh right! No. That wasn’t the spell.” He began to speak to himself, pondering upon it. “Was it the… no, no that one has irridiscent portals. Maybe it was.. No that doesn’t work with the moon as it is.” Lee just groaned and put the coins back away. “I’m done. Kill him.” He just said, being rather tired. What did he care if some random guy died? He would probably die of his wounds anyway. “But eventually you need to come off that pedestal as well and then I’m going to kill you. So either you come off it now and tell us what we want to know. Or you eventually come off it and we kill you. Either way I’m done with this.” Lee was getting really done with Matathran.

It was then that flickering lights began to dance within the darkness of the pit below. The approaching hum of innumerable insects grew even closer - the bandit peered with a terrified expression over the lip of the plinth and then, making a decision, yelled at Lee at the top of his breath and started charging across the stepping-stones towards the truth-seekers, his plowshard sword raised as he quickly leapt from stone to stone. Then, just as he reached the stepping stone right in front of the ledge the truth-seekers stood on, the horde arrived.

Untold hundreds of thousands of wasps filled the entire charmber, their wings a glittering, dark iridescent shade that blazed with glimmering light when they flew underneath the centermost column of light. Most of the swarm focused on the wounded figure still prone at the center of the chamber - but many of them swarmed around the truth-seekers, sensing their presence as a potential threat -

And then, with another roar, the bandit threw himself from the last stepping stone at Lee, having deliberately timed his charge to take advantage of the swarm's appearance and take the seeker off-guard. Even as he flung himself across the abyss, hundreds of the iridescent wasps angrily reacted to the bandit's erratic movements and began to rapidly sting him - but he was already flying through the air, and they could not stop his momentum.

Lee was too late to evade the man. Though it appeared that the numerous stings were more important than trying to stab Lee. Who crawled from under the idiot. Eventually kicking him off the ledge down into the abyss. “Run!” He yelled to Ittain, who finally realized that the insect’s were forming a beautiful colored piece of art. They both got out, Ittain suspiciously free of stings. While Lee had a few scabs and wounds on his arms. “What happened?” the Seeker outside, guarding the last bandit asked. “I don’t know, a swarm just appeared. Gods that did not look good.” Lee felt exhausted. But Ittain was strangely calm. “So when do you think the buzzing will stop?”

Nearly a minute passed, and then finally, the sound of the thronging swarms within the cavern subsided, no longer audible from without.

When the buzzing stopped, Lee slowly walked back in the cave. The bandit and the wasps were gone. In the middle sat the same guy though. “Oh look, he’s still alive.” Said Ittain. As if he was just pleasantly surprised. “You alright!?” Yelled Lee. Suddenly the unimportant victim became their single, last source of information. So Lee decided to just play it friendly now. Even though he admitted that he didn’t care for the guy’s life mere minutes ago.

The victim - seemed no more damaged than before the swarm had risen from the depths. They still huddled, prone, in the center of the plinth - though now, fresh blood, pus, and phlegm flowed freely from the sores and lesions upon their back, arms, and head. They were trembling faintly, but did not move in response to Lee's inquiry.

Lee looked back at Ittain, who once again was entranced by the many statues far away from them. With a heavy sigh he began his journey over the stepping stones, dreading the deep abyss below him even more now. Once halfway he repeated his question: "You alright?" The answer was obvious though. Whoever it was, they looked far from healthy and Lee was not trained in any healing arts. They could hear their heavy, ragged breathing from halfway across the gap. As Lee stepped onto the plinth, the figure visibly flinched away from them, scrambling towards the edge of the platform - revealing what their hunched form had been concealing.

A flower. A beautiful, gleaming flower with white petals, glowing beneath the sunlight, shimmering black lines dappling across its surface. Its stem seemed crystalline in nature, and its five drooping stamen seemed to be holding aloft between them a sparkling cloud of pollen. Lee, with his years of studying the most ancient of manuscripts and texts, took a moment to recognize exactly what it was. An Astral Flower - thought to have been extinct for thousands of years, and pollinated by a species of Iridescent Wasps.

A gasp left his lips. In the scriptures it was said the Flowers were destroyed. All of them, for they brought forth a weapon too powerful to exist. Yet here it was and within it, the weapon. Whatever it was. Legend would tell him. The myths would speak. It would become another powerful relic for the vaults of Vallenguin. He reached out, towards the flower. His fingers carefully going to the cloud. Exhiliartion was replaced with dread as he felt nothing. Shocked, mad and confused he shot right up again. Looking down at the flower as if it had betrayed him. Or had something much more conscious stolen it?

He turned to look at the victim, trembling as they lay on the ground just by the edge of the plinth. Their body and features were so heavily damaged by wounds from constant stinging, too lathered with sweat, blood, and vitriolic fluids, that Lee could not even determine what gender they were. Their hair had all fallen out some time ago it seemed, and every part of their body was swollen with ruddy and pulsating blue hues just beneath the surface of their skin. Looking to their hands, Lee could see - one was open, lain flat against the ground. The other - their other hand was clenched, as if grasping something, even as blood soaked through their fingers. The extremity lay right beside the open pit.

"Now that is an interesting thing." Ittain said, having somehow appeared behind Lee. "Who would have thought the Gods would allow those things to exist?" the old man followed up. Lee, on the other hand, was in no mood for cryptic texts. The thing, the still-living-corpse before him held what he wanted. "Open your palm, hand it over." he said with a stern voice. The voice he used against slaves back home.

The gruesome figure shuddered, drawing their form up somewhat, their hands coming together beneath their prone body as they rocked lightly back and forth on their heels, right by the edge of the drop. "Everything..." They whispered.

"Easy now. Just hand it over." Lee extended his hand, though kept another on his dagger should the man try anything. He was too weak though. Everyone could see that. He wouldn't live until dusk. That didn't bother Lee all that much now. He had a craving for the weapon the flower had spawned. "Just hand it over and we'll make it quick." Lee added, letting the cold steel of his dagger reflect in the sunlight.

"'He wasps..." The victim's hoarse voice was barely intelligible. "They 'ook...ebbery'hing bah you bid no'...all for wha'...?"

"You wouldn't understand." Lee argued. Obviously, this was a lesser man. Someone of little wit. A farmer no doubt. Someone who had few cares about the land beyond his own. "Maybe he would." Ittain interjected. Lee let out a deep sigh. "For what, you ask? For greatness. For something beyond petty human lives. It's for something greater than one man or even a group of men. It's for a greatness that eclipses a city! Power so dreaded that dared to rise up against the insects. Power that made people despair so hard that they burned those beautiful flowers. Hand over whatever the flower produced and maybe your name might just live on in the history books." Lee held his hand open once more.

The man stretched his clenched hand out over the abyss, the thronging Iridescent wasps below still audible - and open his hand, palm-up. Resting in the center of the victim's hand - was a pearl. What must have been a pearl - there was no other way to describe it. Approximately the size of a man's eye, it strained Lee's ocular senses, gleaming with impossible coloration and an iridescent sheen. The victim turned their face up to Lee -

Their visage was nightmarishly grotesque. Their lips were twisted in a crooked line, blending in with that jagged wounds criss-crossing their face, all of them oozing mortal fluid. Their eyes were but faint shining lines of a sickly grey above the prtruding lump in the center of their face. It was possible they were partially or entirely blind, and was just following the sound of Lee's voice as they turned their head to look at him.

"...All 'or greed and lus'?" They choked out.

Suddenly Ittain took a step towards the man. In his eyes there was a shine Lee had not yet seen. "It... should not be..." the old man whispered. "The Impossible Color." The fact that this tiny object could entrance Ittain did not comfort Lee. Who held the man back. "You are holding something beautiful, my boy. This place of trial, it has weighted you. Please, I beg of you. You're holding something so beautiful yet you cannot see it. You cannot sense it. Please, let me show you. Through my eyes. So you may at least die knowing you have seen something that might just have been worth it all." Ittain spoke softly. With the common grandfatherly tone filled with genuine care.

"I habve seen enough." The ruined figure's cracking voice managed to nonetheless convey a sense of finality. "...Jus' anober bauble. Jus' anodder preddy 'ing. Jus' anodder remnan' ob primordials." Their ruined voice was barely comprehensible, though the gist of it got through.

"No no, please. I beg of you. Your pain, I understand it. You are dying, please. Let me make it worth something. Let me make it worthy. I can help you." Ittain maintained, as he slowly approached the man.

"'Hab's your..." The figure slurred something neither Lee or Ittain could make out. "...nodding wert id. Nodding." Their whole body began to shake. Their hand, still clutching the impossible grandeur of the pearl, trembleded dangerously over the pit. They raised their other arm as if to shield themselves from Ittain as the man approached.

There was a pained look on Ittain. "You will forgive me." He outstretched one hand, almost touching the man as Ittain turned his vision towards the pearl. Sending the sensations towards the man. Sending him visions of what Ittain saw.

The entirety of the world was shadowed and dusken-hued. The plinth that the three all stood upon was nothing but a collection if writhing shadows. Lee had been reduced to a pale shade, barely perceptible but for the suggestion of his silhouette. The statues along the rim of the chamber were all blurred, waxy in structure and inchoate. But the pearl -

In the victim's hand, the Ammacre Pearl was a tiny star, emannating deep, rippling waves of iridescent and impossible light. Its brilliance was beyond what the mortal senses could withstand - the thing was more brilliant than the sun, but its light was not harsh, and to look at it was to feel an overwhelming sense of profound clarity, as though the entire rest of the start world were less real than the tiny, immaculate pearl clutched in the victim's hand. In the center of the glow, the pearl itself was like the spark of life, seen only in the eyes of others, incomprehensible but beautiful despite its intangible nature - an ineffable sense of wonder and promise.

"Oh." Was all the victim said.

Without another word, strength fled them. Their arm slipped through Ittain's grasp like leaves in the wind or powdered snow, the fluids from their injuries making it impossible to keep hold.

They fell into the depths below, carrying the grandeur of the pearl with them. Neither Lee or ittain heard them reach the bottom - though as they looked down they could barely see, between the flickering, shadowed darting forms of innumerable iridescent wasps in the darkness, a small patch of something blurry and indistinct, a shade of nothing that could not be - and now that they looked...

The pit was full of them. Full of corpses. Full of a multitude of pearls of impossible color. All decomposing in the darkness, hidden from the world, watched over only by the apathetic iridescent swarms, blind to the tragedy of one and the brilliance of the other.

"No!" It was ittain who screamed when the Pearl was lost. Almost reaching over the edge before Lee got a hold of him. "Let it go old man! Let it go!" the youngling screamed. Knowing full well Ittain would jump if not stopped. The two struggled on the plinth. Lee holding the old man down, Ittain trying to get down. But eventually sanity returned to the old man. Who just went numb. Lee and Ittain walked out, somehow a little more broken than when they entered. "We will return. I swear it to you. Even if I have to sit on that plinth myself, we will get us a Pearl." Lee rarely swore, but the words he spoke then could as well have been written in blood.
That's fair! Apologies for asking for a god. I'll make a demi-god of something though! (I love God RPs)
Is this still open? I'd like to make a god of war.
I'm staying!
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