The Frost Fire Maiden Chapter: 12
Before Varis and Shel were two grotesque monstrosities. Writhing hungrily upon the floor in frustration, their tentacles lashing out at their intruders.
"Oh no! Oh no!" Flustered, the fungal creature began to panic at the sudden violence.
One of the creatures nimped at Shel (Rachele)s face, successfully grappling her, biting at her head viciously. The other attemped to jump out at Varis, missing. With his guard up, he pushed back the creature with his shield.
Shel managed to free her arms enough to free her arms of its embrace and threw down to the floor 5 feet from her, upon doing so, Unslaad and the other members used this oppurtunitu to strike at
it while it is vulnerable. Axe, mace, sword and arcane bolts struck out. Slaying the creature.
Darkness that shrouded the corridor ahead crept closer, dropping down upon Varis was another of these tentacled creatures.
The monstrosity who once struck out at Varis turned its attention to Shel, successfully grappling at her once again.
She grappled with its tentacles, her effort was in vain as it began to secure its tentacles around her arms attempting to bite at her head.
Serevin blasted ar the creature, her arcane energy forming into a pen, striking at the creature, and as the eldritch power collided with the creature, she forced it back in the hopes it would loose its grip, But it was too strong. Shel (Rachele) was pulled along with it. The other creature, shrouded in shadows, attempted to use this opportunity to strike out at Shel but missed.
Varis attempted to take a swing at the creature, his telegraphed swing missing it completely. The over-arching swing nearly hit Serevin Nightwhisper but she ducked out the way, just in time.
Infuriated by the tenacity of the creature, Shel (Rachele) dropped her weapon, tied up the tentacles and flung the creature behind her back, over her shoulder. Bearing all her weight upon it, she slammed into the ground with the monstrrosity between her shoulder and the cold stone tiles Killing it with a Splat.
The darkness receding, the fungal creature, slightly jarred, Trudged on with the group. Their field of vision opened up to find more sleepy looking creatures. The room was 30x30 feet with the corners heavily congested with mushrooms and fungi. In these congested areas dead bodies of elves were piled up, unslaad investigated farther into the bodies to find an out of place looking halfling amidst the pile of elven bodies.
Serevin used this opportunity to ask the creatures a plethora od questions. The most poinient question being how they eat, outright asking if they themselves were food.
The fungal creaure (the tram now dubbed Mossu von Smurf) demonstrated simply with a stray fly, catching it, then absorbing the insect into its body.
Clearly Mossy knew very little of the outside world, taking a while to even comprehend the function of a name. Directing them to Sovereign who would know far more than he would.
When prompted with questions of who this sovereign was, he was considered the smartest and biggest of them all.
Talks to Soverign, talks about how the bodies were from thousands of years ago. They travelled through the "Tunnel that shouldnt be". If they want to continue, it must first show them something. A few tried to resist the flowers that bloomed. Varis stabbed himself with a knife to keep himself awake but to no avail.
Visions
Serevin Nightwhisper found herself in one of the many libraries of her youth, surrounded by books. As she read each one, the pages came to life and filled the room with their content. The philosophers came to life as though reading to an intimate partner, monsters of non-fiction and heroes of fiction all come to life in wondrous battle. She read one after another, hours flew by in seconds. Amidst it all, there was one book that piqued her interest. The_Novella_of_Fire-Song. Upon reading it, she found herself in a battlefield amidst a large settlement, demons slaying innocents, knights overwhelmed. she barely made out two creatures, a warrior and demon battling upon a tall tower. A bright light merges from them, engulfing everything in the land. Refocusing her vision, Serevin Nightwhisper found herself trapped. With no oxygen, she began to suffocate in a chamber of boiling hot ice. She can barely make out that she was actually underwater, the bubbles rising up from outside her prison made it apparent. The stress of suffocation overwhelmed her, attempting to scream, she woke up, in a flustered state, grasping at the Egg. Shel (Rachele) found herself in ruins looking out toward plains. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned to see warriors; humans, dwarfs, elves, each one adorned in simple royal armour, nodding at you knowingly. Turning back toward the plains before her, she let out a mighty roar, beginning her assault. The background flew past as she sprinted forward, single-mindedly. Emerging from the horizon was a horde of demons gnashing their teeth as they met her forces with equal ferocity. She held her sword back, readying her attack before colliding into her enemies a cacophony of grunts and screeches. At the moment of impact, her blade met the throat of an infernal beast. The slash wiped away the backdrop, now finding herself in the middle of a winding staircase chasing after something up a cold staircase with thick marble stairs, the windows expose the shot of a massive citadel. Exasperated but without missing a beat she made her way up to the top of the tower, a wooden door greeting her, wasting no time opening it. As it widens, a blazing hot chill hit Shel, and she woke up. Varis Nailo found himself outside the temple of his youth. He approaches, listening to the hymns in the worship hall, but they are not of his people, but of an unknown God. He recognises the attire of the Priests of Oruel. Opening the doors the walls fall away to reveal a temple and smell of sea water his readily apparent. The inner sanctum is different to the one he knew, it smells of sea water. The temple is open, with no doors. Down 20ft of stairs he saw an altar of a God he recognised as Aaqami. The chanting is louder but you cannot see anyone. You hear an eruption from behind you. A town far in the distance is filled with a large pillar of brilliant scarlet light. A Cambien, infernal lovechild between Man and Succubus, could be seen splitting the torrent of fire which spreads out from the town and the waves of fire explode and engulf him. Zakaleth finds himself in the docks of The fishing town of Vale. Now a crater, 5 miles in radius. An emerald whirlpool of radiant energy can be seen many feet below. You steady your step as the stones seem to crumble under your weight as you lean over the edge of the large crater. The smell from the Portal is pleasant. From it, winged humanoids, beautiful in form, some women, some men, fly up from it, adorned in large goat-like horns and demonic wings. From behind them, a gigantic horned beast crawls up also. You look up to the sky to see an angelic figure, their image masked by a blinding white light, sinking down to rest upon the shoulders of the great beast. You feel a sensation of joy and fear. The earth beneath your feet gives out and you fall into the portal, before you enter it, you wake up. Sin Davola Dreamt of the Demonic-Plane from wence he came. Acting on behalf of his fathers whim, one of many myriads of his kin, tasked with whipping tormented souls , leading them into the Fiery Pits of Wrath. One of his siblings - a demonic looking elf - pushed him into the horde of sinners where he got swept up in the crowd, unable to regain his footing, falling into the pit of eternal fire. Feeling his flesh melt away and his blood boil, he sank into the pit. As his head finally submerged he felt the cool sting of icey water, the salt stinging his eyes. Deeper and deeper he sank, sinking into the deep abyss, where the only light source was a bubbling crystal below, brimming with crimson. It generated much heat, the water was warm, hot enough to produce bubbles that would scold the skin if it were to pop. His curiosity got the better of him as he edged closer to touch the crystal. At closer inspection, it was ice with a demonic figure trapped inside. Peering into its eyes, he could he hear a pained shriek coming from it, growing louder. The ice began to grow hot, the bubbles blinding him, eventually waking him up in a panic. Unslaad found himself on a Vanta-black plane, his eyes fixed upon a golden dragon that stared directly back at him. Sporting a crooked grin, in a gruff bellow he asked. "Do you want this power?" Unslaad aghast, was primed to answer. Before he could speak, he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. You turn to see a familiar figure, though it has no face. Lobuhs presence resides with you and you your soul feels renewed, though he does not speak. Unslaad, stronger now, declined the advances of the Dragon. You turn to the dragon, the light of Lobuh shining upon it exposing a dark and menacing miasma. Knowing his alignment has changed. Lobuhs will was with him. The entity taunted. "I will give you a freebie, go north and you will find what you are looking for." Lobuh presence, though strong, was unable to fully interact with Unslaad. With a wave of his hand, Unslaad wakes.
Serevin Nightwhisper found herself in one of the many libraries of her youth, surrounded by books. As she read each one, the pages came to life and filled the room with their content. The philosophers came to life as though reading to an intimate partner, monsters of non-fiction and heroes of fiction all come to life in wondrous battle. She read one after another, hours flew by in seconds. Amidst it all, there was one book that piqued her interest. The_Novella_of_Fire-Song. Upon reading it, she found herself in a battlefield amidst a large settlement, demons slaying innocents, knights overwhelmed. she barely made out two creatures, a warrior and demon battling upon a tall tower. A bright light merges from them, engulfing everything in the land. Refocusing her vision, Serevin Nightwhisper found herself trapped. With no oxygen, she began to suffocate in a chamber of boiling hot ice. She can barely make out that she was actually underwater, the bubbles rising up from outside her prison made it apparent. The stress of suffocation overwhelmed her, attempting to scream, she woke up, in a flustered state, grasping at the Egg. Shel (Rachele) found herself in ruins looking out toward plains. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned to see warriors; humans, dwarfs, elves, each one adorned in simple royal armour, nodding at you knowingly. Turning back toward the plains before her, she let out a mighty roar, beginning her assault. The background flew past as she sprinted forward, single-mindedly. Emerging from the horizon was a horde of demons gnashing their teeth as they met her forces with equal ferocity. She held her sword back, readying her attack before colliding into her enemies a cacophony of grunts and screeches. At the moment of impact, her blade met the throat of an infernal beast. The slash wiped away the backdrop, now finding herself in the middle of a winding staircase chasing after something up a cold staircase with thick marble stairs, the windows expose the shot of a massive citadel. Exasperated but without missing a beat she made her way up to the top of the tower, a wooden door greeting her, wasting no time opening it. As it widens, a blazing hot chill hit Shel, and she woke up. Varis Nailo found himself outside the temple of his youth. He approaches, listening to the hymns in the worship hall, but they are not of his people, but of an unknown God. He recognises the attire of the Priests of Oruel. Opening the doors the walls fall away to reveal a temple and smell of sea water his readily apparent. The inner sanctum is different to the one he knew, it smells of sea water. The temple is open, with no doors. Down 20ft of stairs he saw an altar of a God he recognised as Aaqami. The chanting is louder but you cannot see anyone. You hear an eruption from behind you. A town far in the distance is filled with a large pillar of brilliant scarlet light. A Cambien, infernal lovechild between Man and Succubus, could be seen splitting the torrent of fire which spreads out from the town and the waves of fire explode and engulf him. Zakaleth finds himself in the docks of The fishing town of Vale. Now a crater, 5 miles in radius. An emerald whirlpool of radiant energy can be seen many feet below. You steady your step as the stones seem to crumble under your weight as you lean over the edge of the large crater. The smell from the Portal is pleasant. From it, winged humanoids, beautiful in form, some women, some men, fly up from it, adorned in large goat-like horns and demonic wings. From behind them, a gigantic horned beast crawls up also. You look up to the sky to see an angelic figure, their image masked by a blinding white light, sinking down to rest upon the shoulders of the great beast. You feel a sensation of joy and fear. The earth beneath your feet gives out and you fall into the portal, before you enter it, you wake up. Sin Davola Dreamt of the Demonic-Plane from wence he came. Acting on behalf of his fathers whim, one of many myriads of his kin, tasked with whipping tormented souls , leading them into the Fiery Pits of Wrath. One of his siblings - a demonic looking elf - pushed him into the horde of sinners where he got swept up in the crowd, unable to regain his footing, falling into the pit of eternal fire. Feeling his flesh melt away and his blood boil, he sank into the pit. As his head finally submerged he felt the cool sting of icey water, the salt stinging his eyes. Deeper and deeper he sank, sinking into the deep abyss, where the only light source was a bubbling crystal below, brimming with crimson. It generated much heat, the water was warm, hot enough to produce bubbles that would scold the skin if it were to pop. His curiosity got the better of him as he edged closer to touch the crystal. At closer inspection, it was ice with a demonic figure trapped inside. Peering into its eyes, he could he hear a pained shriek coming from it, growing louder. The ice began to grow hot, the bubbles blinding him, eventually waking him up in a panic. Unslaad found himself on a Vanta-black plane, his eyes fixed upon a golden dragon that stared directly back at him. Sporting a crooked grin, in a gruff bellow he asked. "Do you want this power?" Unslaad aghast, was primed to answer. Before he could speak, he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. You turn to see a familiar figure, though it has no face. Lobuhs presence resides with you and you your soul feels renewed, though he does not speak. Unslaad, stronger now, declined the advances of the Dragon. You turn to the dragon, the light of Lobuh shining upon it exposing a dark and menacing miasma. Knowing his alignment has changed. Lobuhs will was with him. The entity taunted. "I will give you a freebie, go north and you will find what you are looking for." Lobuh presence, though strong, was unable to fully interact with Unslaad. With a wave of his hand, Unslaad wakes.
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