=>[MINI-META] The Catacombs

[Melancholies]

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1: You hear deep mumbling - some kind of crazed gibberish.

Everything felt coated in a thick, strange haze. She wasn't unconscious--at least, she didn't feel unconscious, but in the same token... it felt impossible to be awake. She was caught in some weird in-between, where everything felt like an extended dream. Everyone talking felt like it was being run through some bizarre filter. What the hell were they even talking about?

She was silent as she was moved, a protest building in her throat but never quite making it through her lips.

At least she could register the tones floating around. Nahori, Vidari--the squeakier voices were probably what... the kids? There was a strange pressure on her arm, but she couldn't react to it. It had felt like all of her energy had bled out of her body.

"Nghn..." Still, she was a stubborn b***h, tenacious in every sense of the word. Even when she forced her eyes open--or at least the one eye that would cooperate--the world was dim and hazy. Her pupil remained unfocused in the dark. Useless. "Not dead yet..." Her own voice sounded foreign to her. It wasn't strong or projecting, it was quiet and wispy and raspy. She sighed from the effort.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she worried. She wasn't infallible. She still had immense weaknesses. Would the same trolls still look up to her? Or was she too risky now? A loose cannon? It felt like she'd taken seven steps backwards. All that time trying to make herself someone trustworthy, someone heroic...

Another smaller voice told her to cut that s**t. She needed to have more faith in everyone she felt was dear to her. She needed to admit they were dear to her in the first place. They teach you a lot of things in the military, but they never teach you how to deal with emotions like this. Then again, the military is built more to weed out the faint of heart, not teach them how to cope.

 

[Micillia]

Static Charge

4: Feeling pursued, you rush forward as the tunnels begin to collapse behind you. No going back now.  

[Sypon]

You land, once again, in the Catacombs. It may be your last time.

The ghostly amalgamation is tailing you. Don't stop running.

There's no time to think - rush down the tunnels towards freedom!

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How to Play: Every troll starts with a WILL of 10.

To start, roll 1D8 to determine the tunnel you start in - each tunnel will have a specific landmark identifying it.

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Rolling Table
1: Melted metal bars
2: Melted fence post
3: Melted furnishings
4: Melted crustacean shells
5: Melted jetsam
6: Melted portrait
7: Melted musical instrument
8: Melted fauna bones

Once you have determined your starting tunnel, choose up to 7 directions (left, or right). This will determine your path through the catacombs. Notify Sypon to check your status.

[b]Landmark nearby:[/b] landmark here
[b]I am running...[/b] directions here

example form

Landmark nearby: Melted metal bars
I am running... L, R, L, R, L, L, L

Sypon will notify you of your success or failure. There is a chance that you may come across a deadly tunnel - you may find yourself dragged backwards, black out, or fall through a hole. In this situation, you will be notified like so:
You advance past charred fauna bones, rotting jetsam and damp furnishings before you fall into a dark hole. You must re-roll D8 and start again at your result.

Note that you may also run into an impenetrable wall. In this situation you may attempt to move again and you will be notified like so:
You advance past a rotting musical instrument before hitting a wall. You may attempt to move again from your current location.


Every time you must re-roll 1D8, subtract 1 from your WILL. If you hit 0, you will be incapacitated and will need to be evacuated from the Catacombs. You may roll again if you hit 150 words of roleplay! Additionally, each day you may make 1 free roll.

Your trek ends when you have either become incapacitated or escape! Good luck!

 

[nepsah]

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Mihail, Oisier, Reisio
Will: 10

Landmark nearby: Melted Metal Bars
I (we are) am running...: R, R, L, R, R, L, R

The glass Gerard had sent after them had nicked his legs, causing him to have to slow down on their retreat. Thankfully there seemed to be plenty of reinforcements on the way into the room. Mihail looked back at the two trolls tagging along with him briefly and then-

They were falling. He landed awkwardly, hissing as pain lit up his arms and one of his ankles. Aligaa had thankfully not crushed anyone. The alligator groaned in protest as he righted himself and turned to inspect the trolls. Mihail popped up a moment later. "Aa---are you tw--tuh, two- okay?" He looked back to the Mirrims, then around at their surroundings. "Ca--aata..atacombs... Again." Sighing he brushed himself off. "We sh--should.. should keep mo-moving, if you ca-caaan."

Sypon

seekingCylem

 

[Melancholies]

Landmark nearby: 4: Melted crustacean shells
I am running... R, L, L, R, R, L, R

Well, Sarcel wasn't sure what she had been expecting. What she did know was that her body wasn't really prepared for another fall, and now she found herself--once again--laying on her back, staring up at where the floor had been, unmoving. Except unlike last time, she grunted and forced herself up. Her legs still felt barely connected to her body, but she'd make do.

The catacombs rumbled uneasily. She felt herself tensing up. She'd come in here to make sure she got everyone out safely; she wasn't about to become another liability. That being said, the darkness of the tunnels equipped with her new, limited vision left much to be desired.

She was trying to assess her surroundings. More importantly, to see if anyone else had landed around her amiss all the chaos. She could still make out shapes in the darkness and she found herself gravitating towards them, her jacket draped around her shoulders to conceal most of her wounds. The wrapped up side of her face was still a bit of a (ha) eyesore. "Hello?"

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will: 10
group time;
Sarcel, Hemera, Lorata, Kerras (lmk if you want in!)

 

[Sypon]

"Uugh..." All of a sudden, the Mirrims were tumbling... Falling, crashing down into a deep dark abyss. Reisio lost all concept of form and space as they hit rubble and loose shrapnel on the way down. A small gasp escaped their lips; the glassy escape was already painful, but this sort of blunt force was frightening in another way entirely. At last, they hit the ground - tangled entirely within their twin, and crying out in pain. Fortunately, Reisio had landed right underneath Oisier. Immediately their power went to work, soothing the pain. But still, in a moment of confusion, Reisio had no idea which limbs were theirs.

"Oisier? We-we're... Okay, I think." Mumbled the blueblood, struggling to get to their feet. They put their hand out for their twin and looked back up at the hive to try and see if something was coming. "Yes... Let's go. And... What was your name?"  

[seekingCylem]

Yelling. Crying. A hail of glass. Gunfire. Then, something Oisier couldn't explain--couldn't comprehend. Gerard, that thing twisted in on itself and the mansion shattered. Oisier didn't know if it was still Gerard that was tailing them. They knew it wouldn't be worth it to stick around and find out.

Oisier whimpered and pulled a shard of glass from their arm. Reisio's presence was literally soothing. Their merged forms prompted their flesh to move and reorient itself over the worst of their gashes. The rest of their injuries would have to wait. Oisier focused on disentangling themselves from their twin.

"Reisio! Y-You..." Oisier didn't know the purpleblood's name, but as far as they were concerned, he was their new best friend. They were a competent purpleblood with a strong-looking lusus. Planariant wriggled beneath Oisier as encouragement to stand. They did with some effort, making liberal use of Reisio's assistance.

"We will surivive," Oisier replied. They took a brief sweep of their surroundings. This was the fate Garand had saved them from earlier that night. It felt like they'd been in this hive for a perigee. They couldn't have agreed with Mihail more.  

[Sypon]

nepsah

You barely advance past the metal bars before you make a misstep and must retreat in fear! Re-roll D8 and start again at your result. You lose 1 WILL.  

[Sypon]

KitsuneAura

You advance past charred jetsam and a rotting musical instrument before you stumble and fall into a dark hole. You must re-roll D8 and start again at your result. You lose 1 WILL.

 

[Buzzwulf]

Quella Fehtan

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Quella, Chiara, Flydra, Sephos, Eiylas
Will: 10

Landmark nearby: Melted Crustacean Shells
I (we are) am running...: L, L, R, L, L, R, L

Quella grabbed whoever was closest to her as the floor underneath the entire room buckled, groaned, then gave. Once again, she plunged into the yawning blackness of the catacombs beneath the house.

When the dust finally settled, the blueblood pushed herself up from the rubble, pulling a long shard of glass from her arm with a gasp. One... two... three... four other trolls lay near her. "Hey," she called out, her voice echoing in the expanse of the underground chamber. "There's something here. Something we don't wanna run into." the hunter could feel it, lurking in the dark. It didn't feel right. Quella helped another troll to their feet. "Anyone hurt, lean on me. I'll get you outta here. If you can't move fast..." She spotted Flydra getting back up out of the corner of her eye. Quella grinned. "Then go see the doc. She'll patch you up good."

A ghostly howl rippled from the darkness, rolling over the ragtag band of trolls. "We gotta go now!" Quella called out, starting to move with the injured trolls in her wake.  

[nepsah]

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Mihail, Oisier, Reisio
Will: 9

Landmark nearby: n/a- responding to prompt
I (we are) am running...: n/a- responding to prompt

"Mih--Mihail. Y-You're... Ois-Oisier, and.. Rei--Reisio?" He tried not to gawk too much at the melding and separating that was going on between the two of them but... it wasn't every night you saw two trolls literally mush into... sort of one? They were mostly separated. Powers sure were weird... "Le--let's try this way." He pointed to the right. It was... generally a good idea to stick to the right when lost, wasn't it? Or was that just a rule for labyrinths. The catacombs were basically a labyrinth, anyway.

He stepped forward, then immediately stumbled back as the ground seemed to shift. Aligaa hissed lowly, shifting to move back as well. "A-ah... maybe not..." He shook his head, clearing his throat. Right. He needed to be more careful... The pain in his legs was making it hard to think. "Floor isn't sta--stable." This was a serious predicament to be in. An angry ghost (or, whatever that was at this point) overhead and crumbly tunnels to navigate... this would definitely be a test to his ability to keep cool, though it wasn't really one he was particularly happy to be undertaking.

Sypon

seekingCylem

 

[DraconicFeline]

Sephos Arbola

The fall dazed Sephos, and it took him a while before he realized that he was A: alive, B: awake, C: staring into the darkness, and D: IN GREAT AND TERRIBLE DANGER.

At about the same time, someone helped him to his feet - he turned to see a blueblood he recognized as a fellow forest dweller - a participant in the exploration group and a hunter on the edge of Maku's domain. He leaned on her, steadying himself as his sense of balance adjusted to all of the falling, stabbing, and crashing around that he'd undergone in the last few hours. He was bleeding. He knew that. The mirror shard was still lodged in him.

Which meant that he should probably see the doctor.

"All right." he said, looking for said doctor. The chill down his spine intensified as he knew that Quella's words were true - something was stalking them, he knew it in his (lacerated) bones. Just as surely as he knew the ways of the seasons. "Which one can get this out of my arm?" he asked, trying to get moving. Once it was gone, he would bleed more, but he had salves to slap on himself so it would be... more or less fine.

((Group: Quella, Chiara, Flydra, Sephos, Eiylas))  

[Sypon]

Buzzwulf

You barely advance past the melted crustacean shells before you make a misstep and must retreat in fear! Re-roll D8 and start again at your result. You lose 1 WILL.

KitsuneAura

You advance past a charred fence post and some rotting crustacean shells before encountering the amalgamation and falling into a black abyss. Re-roll D8 and start again at your result. You lose 1 WILL.