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abraxasnet2023-04-08 09:34 pm
unwings) wrote in abraxasnet2023-04-08 09:34 pm
Entry tags:
- castiel; the hanged man,
- commander shepard; judgement,
- dean winchester; the lovers,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- gideon nav; strength,
- istredd; the high priestess,
- jesper fahey; the wheel of fortune,
- kyle; the hanged man,
- louis de pointe du lac; the lovers,
- lucifer; the devil,
- michael; the emperor,
- nanaue; the fool,
- obi-wan kenobi; death,
- steve rogers; the hierophant
@everyone (cw: pit shrine related gore)
It’s time we address the behemoth released from the shrines.
For those who weren’t in the pit, we shared the cavern with 4 occult shrines that produced a steady flow of blood. When the exterior of each was removed, a second was beneath - an armored figure with a spiked halo knelt in prayer, bleeding from empty eye sockets. Save for one other - a standing, armored skeleton-like humanoid carrying the upper half of an iron maiden, and wielding a spiked ball at the end of what appeared to be a chain of its own small intestines.
When the last of these shrines were opened, pillars of writhing flesh struck through the pit’s ceiling. Later, it was apparent these were the monster’s legs, and some were crushed underfoot when it began to retreat from its cage.
Proximity to the shrines caused a flood of sinister whispering and visions of a shadowed figure, and those of us succumbed to the ritual’s effects felt a certain draw to them. It’s unclear if the acolytes were hoping we’d interact with these shrines, as they never intervened, but the monster’s escape caused the eventual collapse of the pit and did them no favors.
Did anyone in the rescue team see where it went, after it broke off from the cavern? Best we learn what this creature is and what it’s capable of before we encounter it again.
There will be a cross-faction book exchange and research effort hosted in Istredd's domain regularly. Please come by if you’re interested in helping with this, sharing books not available in your faction, or any other pursuit of this world’s knowledge.
And, if anyone’s seen Dean Winchester - in the Horizon or otherwise - Sam, Jo and I would appreciate a word.
For those who weren’t in the pit, we shared the cavern with 4 occult shrines that produced a steady flow of blood. When the exterior of each was removed, a second was beneath - an armored figure with a spiked halo knelt in prayer, bleeding from empty eye sockets. Save for one other - a standing, armored skeleton-like humanoid carrying the upper half of an iron maiden, and wielding a spiked ball at the end of what appeared to be a chain of its own small intestines.
When the last of these shrines were opened, pillars of writhing flesh struck through the pit’s ceiling. Later, it was apparent these were the monster’s legs, and some were crushed underfoot when it began to retreat from its cage.
Proximity to the shrines caused a flood of sinister whispering and visions of a shadowed figure, and those of us succumbed to the ritual’s effects felt a certain draw to them. It’s unclear if the acolytes were hoping we’d interact with these shrines, as they never intervened, but the monster’s escape caused the eventual collapse of the pit and did them no favors.
Did anyone in the rescue team see where it went, after it broke off from the cavern? Best we learn what this creature is and what it’s capable of before we encounter it again.
There will be a cross-faction book exchange and research effort hosted in Istredd's domain regularly. Please come by if you’re interested in helping with this, sharing books not available in your faction, or any other pursuit of this world’s knowledge.
And, if anyone’s seen Dean Winchester - in the Horizon or otherwise - Sam, Jo and I would appreciate a word.
no subject
(But he, too, would look to Lucifer as the prime example of an angel with ulterior motives.)
The images flood into his mind in too-perfect detail and clarity—the cheeky bastard—but Castiel is right. There is very little Michael cannot bear. All the same, by the time the visions have passed he feels unclean, like a ripe fruit run through with fungal mycelia: unblemished on the surface while carrying rot within. Good thing he doesn't dream.
Michael takes his hand back and flexes his fingers, as if Castiel's touch has left behind a residue.]
Deeply unpleasant.
[Yet it still rates somewhere far below the misery of discovering their Father's true nature. Michael would gladly walk into that pit if he could trade a few weeks of madness to restore his creator to the flawless image of Him he'd held in his mind.]
And unfortunately, still no more familiar now that I've seen it myself. Solvunn's shrines aren't so bloody.