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[Fae See] Starved Obsidian Necromantic System

ooc: here we are. probably nearing the end of scene one.
Time: late afternoon near dusk
Weather: Cold but not freezing
Mentions: @Tellussoil@CorvianMERCDB@Karcen@Lulidew
music:

music for the scene

youtube.com/watch?v=k4zh8RwhjZ0&list=…

Xune’s soul fire spreads across the pit and temple, consuming most undead and spirits still active in the area and leaving only scattered remnants behind.

Her skeletal minions attempt to rush her toward the entrance but the broken terrain slows them. Loose ground and debris force them to stumble and struggle to keep balance, risking collapse if they continue recklessly without correcting their footing. (They cover about 30ft at a rushed pace. will need to take action to keep them from tumbling if their pace is to be maintained.)

Lorien and Mantis clear the uneven ground with ease, arriving near the entrance without being hindered by the terrain.

As the party closes in, green energy across the pyramid flares again and begins pulling in lingering energies across the battlefield, drawing in remaining soul fire and necromantic residue, putting out the many fires blanketing the field. The effect also seizes Lorien and Mantis due to their proximity, draining a portion of their lifeforce as they approach the entrance. (both must take defense actions to keep their souls) Ryker and Xune remain unaffected, but the skeletal minions shudder as the same necromantic pull strains the magic sustaining them now that they stand within the pit. (aside from falling, the bone men now need to defend themselves from getting snatched by the pyramid)

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[Fae See] Starved Obsidian Necromantic System

ooc: we'll move a bit faster now if most post.
Time: late afternoon near dusk
Weather: Cold but not freezing
Mentions: @Tellussoil@CorvianMERCDB@Karcen@Lulidew
music:

music for the scene

youtube.com/watch?v=k4zh8RwhjZ0&list=…

Lorien’s dark slash tore through the advancing dead, several caught in its path collapsing as shadow ripped apart what little bound them together, bodies breaking and dropping before they could reach the firbolg line and briefly easing the pressure on the guides struggling to hold formation. At the same time, Xune’s magic took hold as blue soulflame shields manifested around the party and her skeletal minions alike, wailing skulls circling as claws and rusted weapons struck only to meet burning resistance instead of flesh. Ryker’s cleaving strike landed, splitting one of the undead through its weakened joints and sending it down in pieces that failed to rise again.

Mantis found no directing intelligence among the attackers, no summoner or commander guiding them, only corpses driven outward by the pyramid, but her target still fell as two of its legs were severed, leaving it thrashing and crawling but of little threat while her eyes swept the battlefield for something worth hunting. The firbolgs fought with grim urgency, shields locking while spears punched through skulls and axes shattered limbs. Others hauling the wounded clear as they worked to keep the undead from overrunning them, more staggered down from the edges of the crater to replace them.

The conduits across the pyramid flared brighter as more undead were cut down, yet those still standing continued to press the firbolg line while cold mist poured from the open entrance and pale shapes drifted outward to replace the fallen. Bound spirits slid across the battlefield and through the defenders, and where one passed through a firbolg his cry died in his throat as color and strength drained from him in an instant, flesh shriveling. He collapsed as a dry husk, and moments later necromantic force surged again as the pyramid seized the emptied body, animating it. The former ally dragged itself upright to stagger forward and join the remaining undead to continue the attack.

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[Fae See] Starved Obsidian Necromantic System

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[Fae See] Starved Obsidian Necromantic System

ooc: characters may be placed in scene as they please. undead are everywhere and attacking the living. the firbolg guides are the most numerous natives of the fae see and have aided the party in coming here to do something about the pyramid. preferable posting pace is at least once a week. Open to more folk, so apply if you like in direct message to me or the ooc
Time: late afternoon near dusk
Weather: Cold but not freezing
Mentions:
music:

music for the scene

youtube.com/watch?v=k4zh8RwhjZ0&list=…

The deeper they pushed into the Fae See the quieter it became, not the natural quiet of watchful animals or still leaves, but a thinning of sound itself as if noise had weight and was being leeched away the closer they came. The trees here grew wrong, trunks bent inward toward a wide crater swallowed by ancient roots and black stone, their bark split and scarred where something vast had fallen long ago. At the center of it all rose the pyramid, its surface a perfect matte black that drank in light, its edges sharp enough to make the eye ache, veins of dull necromantic glow crawling across its face. The firbolg guides would not step closer, their large hands tightening around spears and charms as one finally spoke in a low, strained voice that carried poorly in the dead air. This was the place. The forest had ignored it for centuries. Now it fed it.

The ground shuddered as if answering that admission. A low vibration rolled up through boots and bones alike, teeth faintly buzzing as lines of necromantic conduits along the pyramid’s face brightened, then dimmed, then brightened again in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Roots peeled back from the stone like sinew tearing free, and from the undergrowth came movement. The first corpse lurched into view dragging half a ribcage behind it, followed by another and another as the forest dead answered the call in a great number. Deer stitched with iron bone braces charged mindlessly, eyes long since gone. A firbolg corpse bound together with wire and root staggered forward, jaw hanging loose as necromantic steam hissed from its mouth. They came on in a rush of rot and borrowed motion, lifeforce clawing blindly for anything still alive.

As metal rang out and spells flared from the firbolg guides, the pyramid responded. Stone plates along its lower face ground against one another and began to part, opening not like a door but like a wound forced wide, necromantic vapors spilling out in a choking breath that carried the stench of old graves and hot metal. One of the firbolg screamed as invisible force yanked them off their feet, dragging them screaming across the crater floor toward the opening before vanishing inside with a wet, final sound. The glow along the pyramid surged brighter at once, the vibration intensifying as if pleased, as if fed. The opening held, waiting, and even as the remaining forest dead pressed their attack the message was unmistakable. Whatever this thing was, it was awake now.

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Hiya!

@SonnetNSunbeam 5e sounds good. Any interest in a medieval fantasy rp that leverages a system?

Hiya!

@SonnetNSunbeam welcome. You mentioned some ttrpg experience. What systems you know? ^^

Fantasy Writer Here!

@Buggie082

Welcome to the show. I know of a dnd inspired rp project if you're interested. All narrative but uses stats and mechanics to adjudicate player actions.

[Ryke - Dungeon] Languishing Large Loner

OOC: The end. Thanks for playing.
mentions: @supamusu@Moonberry@JonTheArchivist @Ducksworth @ImaginedBird

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Kavros smiled and the change came quietly.

Not with another charge, not with a roar, but with a soft tilt in the air, the same way a dream gives itself away an instant before it breaks.

A sweetness rose in the mist. Warmer now. Comforting.

Yumi’s vision blurred first.
Evie’s next.
Locke’s HUD flickered.
Aramis felt the floor tilt beneath him.
Androph’s shout stretched into something slow and distant.

The mammoth dissolved into white.
The mirrored hall stretched until it was nothing but light.

Kavros’ voice drifted through them like a hand brushing across each mind.

“Rest. You are mine now... and I give you peace.”

The world folded inward.
Reflections peeled away.
Memories slid out of their grasp like water cupped in trembling hands.

One heartbeat.

Two.

Everything went dark.

.............................

A rooster crowed.

Someone stirred first, Roscoe, letting out a questioning whine as he blinked up toward the rafters of a wooden ceiling. Morning sun spilled through a cracked shutter. A warm draft carried the scent of porridge and fireplace smoke.

Evie woke next on a straw stuffed bed. She'd have a feeling she couldn’t name. Something sharp and important was missing, though she couldn’t remember what.

Yumi opened her eyes sitting upright on the floorboards beside her scythe, which rested neatly across her lap. Nothing hurt. No blood. No fracture. No bruise. As if none of it had ever happened.

Locke found himself slumped against a support beam near the inn’s door, armor scuffed but intact, visor dim until it rebooted with a soft chiming tone. His HUD displayed nothing unusual. No alerts. No damage. No mission running.

Aramis jolted awake at a small wooden table, glasses still perched crooked on his nose. Several dusty tomes sat open in front of him with notes he didn’t remember writing. His ribs did not ache. His lungs did not burn. He felt fine. Strange, but fine.

Androph was facedown on a rug beside the hearth, snoring until the clatter of a dropped mug woke him with a furious snort.

A villager blinked at them all from behind the counter.

“You lot alright?” she asked, brows raised. “Must’ve been a strong drink last night. Best be about your business. Other patrons will be coming soon and the best jobs don't wait for hungover adventurer.”

Looking around, no one had an answer. How did they get there was missing from their memory although some recall arriving in the village at least. But other memories weren't there.

No mission.
No patron.
No labyrinth.
No mammoth.
No Kavros Dern.

Just the faint echo of something important slipping away the harder they tried to grasp it.

Outside, the village was peaceful. Ordinary. Children ran between the houses. Merchants set out wares. A bell chimed somewhere near the well.

Whatever had happened before, whatever choices they had made, whatever price they had paid,

Something had swallowed it whole.

[Ryke - Dungeon] Languishing Large Loner

OOC: several got trampled. aramis in worst state. yumi hampered. evie now the target if its grapple.
mentions: @supamusu@Moonberry@JonTheArchivist @Ducksworth @ImaginedBird

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The chamber shook as the charge tore through the party, glass and light bending and dazzling with the impact. Aramis body was ground to paste in a few spots but he was still alive. On the ground and bleeding from numerous wounds, he would likely feel pain unimaginable. In second place, Yumi dodging into the legs to find out she was not quite nimble enough to pull it off would also get stepped on, but at least would be able to still move around some with a limp (speed weaken). Evie, Roscoe, and Androph would get glancing blows as the Mammoth charged through. Roscoe would get sent flying against the nearest wall and not rise.

A trail of broken movement marked the Mammoth’s path, blood in the water, shattered runes flickering, items scattered across the mirrored floor. Those still able to stand were able to deliver their own attacks as the Mammoth tried to charge them again. Their attacks plinked off the body's diamond mirrored surface, but all their attacks together caused it to stumble, slowing its charge so it may correct itself and reorient.

Reflections twisted on every wall, and space around the throne, each one showing a different Kavros watching with faint amusement. Their voices overlapped until they sounded like one thought spoken by many.

“Get the girl.”

The Mammoth rounded on Evie, its reflection swelling in the mirrors before the trunk unfurled toward Evie. The trunk inhaled as it reached for Evie, its breath drawing in the mist like breath, the weight of it pulling at Evie's hair and clothes even before it could reach her.

Mammoth Reference

[Ryke - Dungeon] Languishing Large Loner

OOC: fighting time. kavros has many illusions up masking his position while a giant mammoth of mirrors is trampling toward the party
mentions: @supamusu@Moonberry@JonTheArchivist @Ducksworth @ImaginedBird

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The laughter came first. Low, rolling, and cruelly amused, Kavros filled the mirrored hall with his laughter like thunder echoing through a canyon. Kavros rose from the throne, his form shimmering through the haze of reflected light.

“Foolish,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “You are mistaken if you think my willingness for negotiation comes from a place of weakness.”

Locke’s rifle cracked, the rounds cutting through the air and striking true. Each shot tore through his body, shattering him and sending fragments of mirrored glass and water through the air. For a moment, it seemed over until the pieces began to drift upward, reforming like smoke finding its shape.

Kavros looked down at where he had been shot after reforming, then up at them, smiling as if they had confirmed something he already knew. “You cannot kill what the Domain remembers,” he said. His voice split in two, then four, then a dozen overlapping tones. The figure by the throne shimmered and faded, the sound of his laughter stretching into a chorus.

The mists thickened. Shadows began to walk within them. One became two, then ten, each shape identical, each voice a perfect echo. The walls themselves seemed to bend, reflections splitting and multiplying until the hall no longer had a single direction.

The mirrored surfaces quaked under a new weight. Water rippled outward from the pillars as a deep vibration rolled through the ground. The sound was like the groan of a great beast straining against stone. Then it seemed like reality was warping as the space within the room bent and stretched, light and shadow becoming distorted around and over its surface. The area of it bulging forward until it stood fully in the room and tall with a massive trunk and tusks like spears. It's body covered in mirror shards and mist. It was 3 to 4 times the height of the party.

Its trumpeting roar shook the air. The illusions of Kavros turned toward the party all at once, their voices speaking in perfect unison.

“Learn why they call me the Mammoth,” they said.

The watery mirrored floor trembled again as the Mammoth started stomping their way. Anything in its path would be trampled. (might want to defend yourselves from this one)

Mammoth Reference