Corinth, Page of Neptune // Heading to check out Sector 6
Corinth had not been expecting to suddenly be in another place. The disorientation was momentary however, and it did not take him long to notice the shockingly blue hair of a very important person to him. So as she moved a certain direction, so too did he.
When he reached her, he gently nudged her with his hip. "Find anything interesting?" he asked as he joined her in finding anything that might give them a clue as to how to assist in the battle going on above.
baby_gwing
Strickenized
Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 11:21 am
Shiningamisgirl
The room opened up into two parts - an enclosed area walled off by two ornate doors, and a precursor area with a small cluster of sideboards. Chandeliers hung on either side of the doors that lead to the enclosure, lit with a cold white glow. Magic seemed to fuel them, as no candle wick or fluorescent bulb sat on their spokes. If one lingered on their visage, their composure of real bones became quite clear.
The tables held nothing of note beyond what could be found at most other station in Scholomance: craniometers, osteometry boards, protractors, compasses, and more lay within their confines. Other magical baubles were present, decomposed with the age they spent within the ruin of Scholomance, and scraps of old papers. The writing long faded, but what little still remained on their parchment proved unreadable to all speakers in the area.
It was, however, the same written language that adorned the otherwise nondescript wooden door to the enclosure. If one attempted to pass, especially one such as Prehnite, one of the handful of actuators mounted to the wall would start spinning violently, and conjure just enough magic to send honed bone toward them. The trap degraded over time, which meant that the bone-shivs could do little more than cut with the force of their inertia. However, the interior of the enclosure was worth the cost to those with a scrutinizing eye.
Lining the walls were not file cabinets of remains, this time, but floor-to-ceiling bookshelves loaded down with dusty tomes. Some fell to the floor in ages past, and others bleached white from the exposure of the sun in eons past, but the majority sat relatively preserved on their shelving. Occasionally scrolls and diagrams perched on their surfaces, and others remained boxed in wooden chests. Most of the scrolls were of little worth, having either degraded too far past their legible point, or the information was unrelated to the task. One contained a working map of the Ossuary, which revealed the area that the adventurers explored as well as a sprawling expanse spidering out from it. And while most of the wooden chests sported seals that were still in effect, one was weak enough for two people to pry open. In doing so, they would find a map of the glass tubes that laced Scholomance and recognizable control stations. This scroll denoted three stations in the area - one in sector 5, one in sector 6, and one at the cross points of sectors 1 through 4.
In the center of the room was the station in question - a large, potentially fragile device sat upon a round table. It looked nearly entirely made of glass, blown to its proportion, with spheres on great orbital loops that wound around each other gracefully. The object itself was in motion, grinding out an occasional musical rumble when all spheres aligned vertically. The base looked much like a half-spread flower, including the stamen structures reaching toward the bottom of the articulating mass. No buttons, levers, or controls were present on the device. Perhaps there was another way to interact with it?
Fiction1119
The glass itself rang clarion through the halls once the girl tapped it. The smoke inside appeared undisturbed; however, it fostered a very clear view of traveling upward - straight for the battle occurring overhead. Suddenly the smoke grew brighter and flowed faster, erupting in a hollow hiss as it traveled toward its destination. In a full scope, it appeared that the smoke's origins were beneath the floor, though there was no staircase leading further down in this area.
Nearby, as if called upon by her interference, a drawer opened to reveal an incomplete skeleton. Laced with unknown magics, the pieces rose slowly into the air and started to piece together into an articulated mass. It was not arranged as a normal skeleton, however, but more of a repurposed, nightmarish contraption.
litian
The drawer Liryn opened was marked with a single name - Hollingsworth. It appeared smudged in its writing, as if the person scrawling it was left-handed. As the drawer opened, the cat would discover a shallow depth to the drawer, while wide and long. Its sole occupant was a mostly complete skeleton, relatively degraded with age and showing a yellowed composition. Some of the compact bone broke away to reveal the trabecular bone. No objects of note were contained within beyond a handful of tape pieces beneath the arranged bones, each giving random numerals. Only one of the notations looked recognizable for length, width, and depth of the bone. The others appeared unrelated.
No artifacts remained within, either - whoever this person was in life, they were allowed none of their personal possessions in death. For the astute, a skull fracture looked like the cause of death, for the skull bore a large perforation in the right temporal bone. A small paragraph in the corner of the tray might've explained the injury in more detail, but its writing was indiscernible - an ancient language, it looked like, with no chance of translation.
Suddenly, however, the bones began to rise from their enclosure and articulate together midair. A cloud of white magics formed about it, seemingly lacing the bones together, though they did so wrongly - the skeleton looked like no skeleton at this point, but a repurposed bony conglomeration. Arms and legs began to attach to the skeleton, though in a manner that suggested arachnid movement more than bipedal motion. It had not yet fully formed.
baby_gwing
Dallol and Corinth would come upon the sister location to sector 5, another enclosure with an antechamber of sideboards. More ossuary tools were contained within the drawers, more baubles that looked broken, though if the drawers were rifled, one intact glass bauble could be found. The great bone chandeliers gloomed down at their latest adventurers, their cold white light reflecting in the faces of the knight pair.
If they chose to enter the enclosure, they would find the doors marked with a plaque of unrecognizable writing. If entered, a net of trabecular bone would cover the whole of the opening and bar passage until it was broken down with weapons. Luckily, the age of the contraption meant that the bone became quite brittle, and easy enough to break with mild force.
The inside, however, looked far more decrepit than sector 5's sister room. All bookshelves stood empty with only a scattering of ripped tomes on the ground. Most looked charred, or otherwise worn to death. In the center stood a slightly broken round table, a chunk missing from its glass, and atop it sat the partially decrepit focal point of the room. It was a glass sculpture at first glass, with a base very much like a spined flower in the process of opening outward. Its stamen reached toward a collection of thin oscillating rings, and on all but one ring sat a round glass ball. It creaked in its rounds, and moved lopsidedly, for its careful weight balance was shifted with the loss of the round globe. Whatever its function, it looked impotent now. Perhaps restoration of the object would lead to greater clues.
Torvil
[[ Since Dallol and Corinth are exploring together, I wrote them into one post! Please see baby_gwing's snippet above! ]]
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 12:30 am
Lt. Prehnite // Sector 5 - Being an Arse about Asking for Assistance
The magic of the place disturbed him as any magics did. Mostly, it was his own lack of understanding. He liked knowing how things worked, why they worked. The fact that the lights stayed lit without any 'obvious' source was eerie. He didn't stare long. Everything that looked vaguely related to his idea of what one would find inside a 'mortuary' was ignored. He had no use for it anyways, and no reason to want to touch the old items and scientific looking baubles.
The other items that lay within the sector intrigued him far more. Specifically the door, and what lay beyond it.
Prehnite rushed in, he hadn't paid any heed to the actuators lining the wall, the sudden violent motion of the magical machines and slice of pain caught him off-guard. A pair of somethings slicing across his forearm and shoulder had him yelping, summoning his trowel too late to defend against the trap. He would bleed for it, and hope the trap wasn't poisoned. He was sure he'd find out soon enough, in the meantime, the contents of the new room were enough to fascinate him..for hours..
Some sort of fragile center piece, scrolls, books, and chests; the sorts that didn't look full of bones, or like the Dewey Decimal System of someones long forgotten mausoleum. Prehnite was happy to raid through them, and immediately frustrated at his inability to read anything. What he should have gleaned from the doorway; everything here was written in illegible and unintelligible language..
Prehnite turned next to try for the chests; finding most of them thoroughly sealed. Except for one. Trowel in hand, he hissed as he tried to pry the chest open alone, but even his weapon didn't seem to offer enough leverage. Prehnite swore, if it was worth enough to be sealed up, enough to be hidden behind a booby-trapped door; then it was worth enough for him to put a little bit more effort into getting.
Prehnite resigned himself to go back and ask for help, just this once. Eyeing the beautiful looking centerpiece as he moved to exit the room and do just that. It was more the design of the object that had his attention, than the magic of it. The musical grinding and constant motion were off-putting, but the fact that it's base accurately resembled that of a reaching flower. That alone made the device worth giving a second glance.
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He wasn't sure if children and cats even had enough strength; but he felt that if had at least one more person, and threw himself and the strength of his trowel into it; surely he could pry the chest open.
"One of you, in here, now." The words demanding, shouted into the area he'd come from as he stepped out of the doorway; shocked to see what looked like horrid amalgamation's of bones reforming before some of those who had been curious enough to prod in places where they maybe should not have.
That, that was exactly why he didn't mess with things of the dead. Maybe he was superstitious, but he firmly believed that the only sort of messing with bones that ever should have been done; was the burying of them.
"In fact you might want to get here faster than that!" He wanted whatever was not-quite sealed inside that chest more than he wanted to step in and save someone. He wanted to play with the magical glass item; if he only could have figured out how..
He was resigned to the fact that he wasn't getting his way with either object without some assistance.
Shouting at the people in sector 1 ~ Feel free to ignore or heed at whim ~
Kolina
Magnus, Guardian Cat
Fiction1119
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Sunshine Alouette
Palatine, Squire
litian
Mauvian Liryn
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Chibi Iduna
Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 9:16 am
Magnus, Guardian Cat // Sector 01 Magnus, like many others, set about exploring the new location. Vivid blue eyes tried to take in as much as possible around him but it seemed an almost impossible task considering the amount of stuff that the large expanse of room held. There was just too much to look at. So instead, the feline decided to pick one specific area to focus on and try to see what he could find. Surely something had to be useful here.
The sound of battles up above worried Magnus. He had no idea what exactly was going on, just that whatever it was, it probably wasn’t in anyone’s best interest. Then, a sound like clattering caught his attention. Ears flicked, in the direction of the sounds source and what he saw froze him. Never had he ever seen a skeleton come to ‘life’ before, but there it was by his fellow mauvian.
As grotesque as it was in it’s misshapen form, Magnus was completely intrigued by the construction. Had the other Guardian (Liryn) uncovered something that could be useful to them? Or was this something that was here to try and stop them from aiding the saturn squire?
Bravely, Magnus padded up to the still forming beast and watched in fascination as magic worked to knit together the separate bones. Body tense and ready to dart should he need to Magnus tilted a head. “You should go help upstairs.” True, he had no idea if the thing could hear, and he certainly didn’t think it had the capabilities to speak, but hopefully it would do what it needed to and aid Scholomance up above them.
Mauvian Liryn // In the process of being whisked from the Wonder
The drawer that he had picked had had a single smudged name - Hollingsworth - although it was hard to tell what (if any) significance it had.
The whole hands things that comes with this form makes some things so much easier the thought was a cheerful one as he reached out and pulled.
The drawer slid open relatively easily enough, revealing its contents... Or perhaps it's occupant was more accurate given that the contents had turned out to be some sort of skeleton.
Actually there was something else in the draw - something in the corner - but before Liryn could get a closer look the bones started to rise from the drawer causing him to scramble backwards a little.
Purplish eyes blinked curiously at the white fog that seemed to surround them, interlocking the bones into a mish-mash of..
Well actually Liryn wasn't really sure what it was supposed to be.
A voice from somewhere down near his feet had him taking his attention away from the forming bony conglomeration as his purplish eyes looked downwards and spotted the other mauvian (Magnus) - who had some point padded over - telling the forming thing to go and help out with the noises that continued to drift down from upstairs.
And then another voice from somewhere behind him had him spinning round as his purplish eyes took in a purple-haired Lieutenant (Prehnite).
It was very hard to tell just what Liryn would have done however as at that the moment the gloom lifted as it suddenly shifted to white light.
Although the tabby-eared mauvian wasn't given much time to appreciate it as it was followed quickly by him being unceremoniously whisked from the Wonder.
