The demoness declines the offer, stating she will take a walk to help her sleep. Her voice says something different in their heads however- the Tanar'ri using her telepathy to inform them of her true intentions- to keep an eye on the town, to snoop in the dreams of the sleepers, using her magic.
None of the locals stop her- after all she is just a pretty, unarmed girl- how dangerous could she be?
When night falls it gets cold... terribly cold, the air seems to get thinner and Azor feels the same chill reaching for his mind, numbing both his senses as well as his resolve.
Mauric feels it as well but differently- a beckoning darkness, a call to join others in a grave of death and ice.
Should they look outside they will find the crystals now resemble towers of ice... and the huts and simple cottages resemble structures of dark iron and pale stone, tall and thin and hauntingly beautiful but nevertheless threatening and twisted.
There are a few of the natives sleeping in the great hall as well... and while they are unchanged ghostly appearations rise from them, clad in oldfashioned clothes of silk and velvet. They enter this changed town and go after their daily businesses in utter silence turning what was a small rural settlement into part of a horrifying ghost town.
To Twist Both Metal And Flesh...
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*Krayt
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Being encased in metal the chill bore into his flesh quickly. Shivering and clattering his teeth faitnly he arose. Not immediately but after seeing the ghostly figures leave in their new form.
Focusing on the calling he would follow it. Unsure whether he slept or were witnessing a transformation as common in this plane as night and day on dome primes.
"A g-good n-n-night for a ss-stroll don't you agree? As to walk amid The Grey free of barriers to prevent our return" He forcedly uttered to his Doomguard counterpart. Azor being with him was as natural as his head was above his shoulders little did he realise how he just took that for granted now.Turning to the next rising phantom to stalk it to its new destination.
Focusing on the calling he would follow it. Unsure whether he slept or were witnessing a transformation as common in this plane as night and day on dome primes.
"A g-good n-n-night for a ss-stroll don't you agree? As to walk amid The Grey free of barriers to prevent our return" He forcedly uttered to his Doomguard counterpart. Azor being with him was as natural as his head was above his shoulders little did he realise how he just took that for granted now.Turning to the next rising phantom to stalk it to its new destination.
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*Mander
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"Spirit lingers even as bone sits long after flesh has fled. But all three are here with these people, why do their souls roam?" The mention of the Gray seemed to stir something in Azor; he watched each shade with sadness in eyes usually cold and unforgiving. Finally he looked away from them with a scowl.
"There is a hunger in this place, ansei. We must not become it's prey." The hardy Athasian seemed to handle the cold with less complaint; the freezing nights of his home world had been as severe as it's scorching days. He exhaled mist, wondering where the demon was and what trickery it may be up to.
"There is a hunger in this place, ansei. We must not become it's prey." The hardy Athasian seemed to handle the cold with less complaint; the freezing nights of his home world had been as severe as it's scorching days. He exhaled mist, wondering where the demon was and what trickery it may be up to.
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*Selebius
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They can walk among those ghosts unharmed, can explore this odd town, witness its dark, cold splendeur, the harsh but twisted beauty.
Following the call of darkness they enter a palace of high walls and twisted corridors and into a great hall, the walls painted in most elaborate ways but the pictures are dark and brutal, showing the sacrifice of living victims to a dark, abyssal power. ((Lore plz))
The ghosts are dancing, chatting, enjoying the feast and celebrations, all happening in utter silence, all pictures so clear yet still surreal and twisted, shifted and unreal.
But there is something very real as well. It is the demoness, nailed to a column with her own tools, disembowelled and cut apart, dying as the two doomguards are watching.
And there is a presence, a strong terrible being that is claiming her soul- the whole hall holding its breath for a moment.
Then this entity moves on and the celebrations continue as if nothing had happened.
Following the call of darkness they enter a palace of high walls and twisted corridors and into a great hall, the walls painted in most elaborate ways but the pictures are dark and brutal, showing the sacrifice of living victims to a dark, abyssal power. ((Lore plz))
The ghosts are dancing, chatting, enjoying the feast and celebrations, all happening in utter silence, all pictures so clear yet still surreal and twisted, shifted and unreal.
But there is something very real as well. It is the demoness, nailed to a column with her own tools, disembowelled and cut apart, dying as the two doomguards are watching.
And there is a presence, a strong terrible being that is claiming her soul- the whole hall holding its breath for a moment.
Then this entity moves on and the celebrations continue as if nothing had happened.
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*Krayt
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Glistening icecrystals began to grow on his blackened armour. Inhaling deeply he let the chill fill his lungs ridding himself of the initial shock of fluxing elements. The answer lingered as the strode side to side in the ghastly dreamscape.
"Mayhap the flesh inhabits the ghosts as apparaitions. Mayhap the dream is true and the waken sight the dance of shadows."
"We'll claim this hunger and let it gorge until it burst. Elsewhere."
Slowing down in his stride to watch the painting without halting completly nor letting Azor get too far ahead eagerly seeking his prey is he was want to do whenever there was one.
As they reach the Lilitu he stops reaching for his sword without drawing it he scans the room warily while slowly crosstepping to move closer to Azor preparing to fight back to back as so many times before.
"Sated for the moment but for how long I wonder." Attempting to spiritually trace the presence while stepping towards the demoness or what remained of her.
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"Mayhap the flesh inhabits the ghosts as apparaitions. Mayhap the dream is true and the waken sight the dance of shadows."
"We'll claim this hunger and let it gorge until it burst. Elsewhere."
Slowing down in his stride to watch the painting without halting completly nor letting Azor get too far ahead eagerly seeking his prey is he was want to do whenever there was one.
As they reach the Lilitu he stops reaching for his sword without drawing it he scans the room warily while slowly crosstepping to move closer to Azor preparing to fight back to back as so many times before.
"Sated for the moment but for how long I wonder." Attempting to spiritually trace the presence while stepping towards the demoness or what remained of her.
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*Mander
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"It seems to hold no hospitality for uninvited guests." Azor had very little love for demons, and looking at the mutilated fiend his mouth twitched. "Or at least Tanar'ri." Drawing the entropic blade he looked from ghost to ghost, guarding Mauric while the warlock investigated.
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*Krayt
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A thin hoary layer of frost had built up on nearly his entire armour making him look much like a ghostly figure himself with a faint eerie pale-blue nimbus sheening. A few flakes breakign lose and diving down as tiny falling stars as he walked. There was no hesitation he turned his back on the apparitions letting the Athesian stand as a shield that had to be torn down to reach him.
There was just one thing he trusted and that was betrayal. He had log forgotten when but at some time he had accepted that the Athesian would put his entropic blade in his back and had stopped to care when that moment came. His own vison was when they would finally be in a position to execute their plan Azor would draw Maurics own raiper which always at his side but never drawn and kill him with it. Versions of both after and prior to them felling their target. A twisted sence of trust in a twisted and broken mind that could only survive by altering one madness for another or was it that the corruptor had become currupted? He didn't know and had long since stoped to care. The unrelenting will to destroy the verse he had felt in Azor was something he had only felt in greater beings and spellbound objects before. Together they was like a gale storming in the same direction. A brother of entropy and his champion.
"I recall when you thought me a demon made man. Perhaps this being shall do the same. But hunger calls for few choices of fancy. This differs little from the athesian desert in that regard. Few places do despite the illusion. " He slid the blade into a hinge at his left side attached from his breatplate. It was designed to allow him to draw it quickly when he needed his one hand free to use allowing the blade to rest there. Pulling some of the tools out using them to inspect the dismembered Lilitu.
There was just one thing he trusted and that was betrayal. He had log forgotten when but at some time he had accepted that the Athesian would put his entropic blade in his back and had stopped to care when that moment came. His own vison was when they would finally be in a position to execute their plan Azor would draw Maurics own raiper which always at his side but never drawn and kill him with it. Versions of both after and prior to them felling their target. A twisted sence of trust in a twisted and broken mind that could only survive by altering one madness for another or was it that the corruptor had become currupted? He didn't know and had long since stoped to care. The unrelenting will to destroy the verse he had felt in Azor was something he had only felt in greater beings and spellbound objects before. Together they was like a gale storming in the same direction. A brother of entropy and his champion.
"I recall when you thought me a demon made man. Perhaps this being shall do the same. But hunger calls for few choices of fancy. This differs little from the athesian desert in that regard. Few places do despite the illusion. " He slid the blade into a hinge at his left side attached from his breatplate. It was designed to allow him to draw it quickly when he needed his one hand free to use allowing the blade to rest there. Pulling some of the tools out using them to inspect the dismembered Lilitu.
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*Selebius
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The pictures remind Mauric of rituals used by both Orcus and Demogorggon, rituals to empower the one leading the ritual, others to taint and defile the surrounding lands, some to harvest souls.
Inspecting the Lilitu closer shows that she, too, was a sacrifice. A sacrifice made to bring this place closer to the Abyss and also to deliver her soul to some powerful entity.
The two Doomguards are still ignored by the spirits- but somehow the longer they stay the more solid the ghostly appearations seem to become- or perhaps it is them fading away?
Then there is a bell tolling... once.. twice.. thrice...
The ghosts freezing, not daring to move again, the cold surrounding the doomgiards getting more intense.. getting.... vile.... infused with negative energy it starts to eat away their bodies and life force.
Suddenly the ghosts flee from an unseen threat, running around like a flock of scared chicken, their faces twisted with terror and despair.
Then everything fades as a new sun rises, the tower, the ghosts... making place to the idyllic landscape the have seen when they arrived- the crystals looming over it, dark and cold.
((Lore again if you like))
Inspecting the Lilitu closer shows that she, too, was a sacrifice. A sacrifice made to bring this place closer to the Abyss and also to deliver her soul to some powerful entity.
The two Doomguards are still ignored by the spirits- but somehow the longer they stay the more solid the ghostly appearations seem to become- or perhaps it is them fading away?
Then there is a bell tolling... once.. twice.. thrice...
The ghosts freezing, not daring to move again, the cold surrounding the doomgiards getting more intense.. getting.... vile.... infused with negative energy it starts to eat away their bodies and life force.
Suddenly the ghosts flee from an unseen threat, running around like a flock of scared chicken, their faces twisted with terror and despair.
Then everything fades as a new sun rises, the tower, the ghosts... making place to the idyllic landscape the have seen when they arrived- the crystals looming over it, dark and cold.
((Lore again if you like))
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*Krayt
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He actually stopped to view the ritual depictcted ritual trying to gain deeper knowledge of them knowing Azor would not allow that for long and rightly so his reminder of the pressing dangers had saved the pair countless of times. But he would need this knowledge at its fullest to power the Ship of Chaos and the warlock was greedy too greedy when drinking from abyssal lore.
He immersed his hand into the Lilitu trying to unreavle the whole process. The rituals to bring a closer to the abyss had of course intrigued the warlock. If mortal hands could learn it or not, he would still try. Stopping only momentarily when the knell was heard he didn't bother much with the surrounding he listned to Azor with the Athesian flinging to action he would know if there was a real threat if he remained still he knew there was none.
Quickly as he realised the surge of negative energy he drew a wand with his bloodied head steaming in the cold as crimson crustlas started to encase it while he clutched the handle. Casting Death Ward on the pair.
Baffled by the transformation he spoke in a slight disbelief. "Does this realm act as a pendulum between two dimensions? Or was inside turned outside only to swich back?" He thought aloud to hear Azors own thoughts. "Did you hear anyting through The Way? Does it tell you anything now when the shift is still fresh?"
((Forgot the roll! 16 Total:60))
He immersed his hand into the Lilitu trying to unreavle the whole process. The rituals to bring a closer to the abyss had of course intrigued the warlock. If mortal hands could learn it or not, he would still try. Stopping only momentarily when the knell was heard he didn't bother much with the surrounding he listned to Azor with the Athesian flinging to action he would know if there was a real threat if he remained still he knew there was none.
Quickly as he realised the surge of negative energy he drew a wand with his bloodied head steaming in the cold as crimson crustlas started to encase it while he clutched the handle. Casting Death Ward on the pair.
Baffled by the transformation he spoke in a slight disbelief. "Does this realm act as a pendulum between two dimensions? Or was inside turned outside only to swich back?" He thought aloud to hear Azors own thoughts. "Did you hear anyting through The Way? Does it tell you anything now when the shift is still fresh?"
((Forgot the roll! 16 Total:60))
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*Krayt
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Memories could that be the building blocks of the paradoxal metal? Or a mere ingredient. Very likely they were the next reaping. If the abyssal lord had alredy gained the power of manifesting here it should not be long before the plane shifted and became one with the power's own realm. But if these were but reflections of a dream the dreamer must still sleep. He mused.
"We should investigate the Crystals before nightfall." He let his gaze travel from left to right quite unsure of their actuall bearing as the distance they had walked in the otherworld not necessarily was the same as the one they was in now. Azor was propably the better judge of that case however used to the ever shifting sands.
"We should investigate the Crystals before nightfall." He let his gaze travel from left to right quite unsure of their actuall bearing as the distance they had walked in the otherworld not necessarily was the same as the one they was in now. Azor was propably the better judge of that case however used to the ever shifting sands.