EXT - Carnivale Grounds
Riven (LRRiven Resident): It's hard to tell what time it is in the day. The mists have gotten thicker over the entire island and they have this .. taste to them. It is acidic, like that sting you get after eating a pineapple but without the sweet tang. Still, its just another day. The weather is a little worse, and people go on about their lives. Many are intent on going to the carnival - Rumor has it that it is the last day you can go and this has been the only real respite from the sicky state the islander’s have dwelled within lately.
The carnival itself is very still aside from the thickening swirl of the fog. The lights seem dimmer and sounds echo in odd ways. Knocking, clicking, and the rustle of movement from things happening out of view can be heard as if they are right next to you. Visibility is poor.Everything is a little colder, spookier, and the damp chill pervades everything. There is an almost slimy sensation - heavy.
Still, the merriment the Carnival offers does not end. There are shows going on, food being
Riven (LRRiven Resident): sold.
Then the screams start. Its hard to dell the difference between fear and fun - cause at this carnival it can be both! But the people spilling out of the tents and running for the rides may gave some idea that something isn’t right. The silvery flash of scaled creatures pouncing upon the people? That might be another indicator. Those .. are not fun time screams.
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): There is a low rumble of thunder that echoes around the carnival, intermingling with the lingering, shrill sounds of screams and terrors. It ripples with a crash of lightning that strikes, BANG BANG BANG against the metal carnival rides, causing sparks to fly. CRACK another bolt hits high up, splitting a tree down the center, and causing the husk to begin to smoke. The thick fog is like pea soup, growing denser with the addition of the smoke adding to it. The chaos of all that's happening mask the purposeful stride of a tall and powerful appearing feminine figure. Her dark skin blends into the shadows and the writhing eels that drape over her body seem to snap at the air as they move. A running figure is grabbed by one of those eels, it's teeth sinking in as it snaps out. The figure screams and drops to the ground, writhing in pain.
There is a bark of sound from the female figure, loud and commanding, echoing with the thunder and lighting that is going off around them. The deep sibilant sounds that undulate
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): from a throat that is no longer human in a language that few understand "Fhalma ng gnaiih ah fhtagn. Ah nafl f' ah'ehye fhtagn. Mggoka uh'e. Ah nafl f' mgah'ehye bug" She seems to be hollaring to the scaled creatures that are running around.
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd) stood next to the ring toss and smiled as his brother and sister aimed and tried their luck. He had decided it would be unfair to play such a game, it was hard enough to miss as it was to win, with the passive telekinesis working its way through him. But he was glad to be the ring bearer so to speak and hold them while his kin took their turns, cheering them on as they went. It was not till the screams turned and a wave of fear rushed over the fair grounds that he looked up and around to see what the ruckus was. Slowly, he placed the rings on the board in front of the game and took a few steps out, a hand reaching for DInah's shoulder as he did. "Guys?" Then the lightning came and the shiny scales of fish people were jumping from the soupy mists onto people, and fear turned to horror as they fought to break free. He turned in time to see the being enter the grounds, swathed in darkness. He patted down his vest. He was not carrying any weapons, not to the fair. But he had reagents stuffed in the many
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd): lined pockets inside his vest, crushed gems, powders...he wore Emeralds warded for protection and around his neck he wore a bubbling necklace, that was in reality a potion of formidable strength, that could help bring him back from the brink should Di not be closeby. His Third eye flared open and he could see all the strange angles and the glow of the presence of the Deep Ones prowling the treeline. "Dorian?" He backed himself up against his brothers back as he watched the chaos unfold in front of him.
Dinah (dollihead Resident) had been happy to come to the carnival with her beloved brothers, though the weather changing..the mists thickening. She had been a little more cautious today. Her ritual blade was strapped to the inside of her waistcoat and she had worn her warded ring, her warded pendant, and trousers. With her brothers nearby she had allowed herself to relax a little more at the so-far-safe fairground. Ring toss was not something she was skilled at, but trying had been fun.
The screams caused her to turn. The scaled monsters...and the voice... made her tense.
"...that...is the Speech" she whispered to her brothers. "... What are they doing here? they shouldn't BE here... That..." she turned to Dorian who didnt speak the Speech. "She's telling them to take people. we cannot let them. They shouldn't BE here...." she knew full well what became of those taken by the Deep ones and she turned towards the fish men, eyes wide, watching them pouncing towards the fairground patrons with a hand snaking into her
Dinah (dollihead Resident): waistcoat for her knife.
Oz (Aeolos1 Resident): Though the entire fairground smelled like food, but to the massive boa, anything moving was fair game. On the final day of this convenient gathering of potential victims, he was eager to hunt. The fog was unpleasant, but it did allow him to move stealthily. A flash of pale scales could be dismissed away in the minds of the carnival goers as a trick of the eye due to the low visibility. He didn't mind the wetness. He was a beast of the swamps, after all, and thick enough to resist the chill. Noodling through the trees, the golden eyes and flickering tongue were less reliable for navigating. However, when the vibrations of running feet and the pitched screams pierced the fog, he was deeply interested in the cause and slithered merrily to go and see for himself. What he witnessed first was the fleeing crowd. It was tempting to eat some of them while they were unaware, but as the scaled creatures emerged into view. Monsters? He chuckled internally. Well.. no need to hide now, right? The monsters were much more
Oz (Aeolos1 Resident): meaty and he lunged to snap at them with his numerous jagged teeth. Though not typical of boas, Oz's teeth were coated in a venom to make his prey struggle less when he deep throated them... If it wasn't scary enough being attacked by seamonsters.. the combination of a giant constrictor surging from the fog would make them pee their pants. ((rolled 1d10 I chomps...: (9) = 9/ rolled 1d10+1 sharp poisoneded toofies: (1)+1 = 2))
Dorian (Alexandros Lycomedes): || Having never quite gotten around to taking on the test of strength in his first visit, he was joining his siblings for another visit to the Carnivale while it was around, and had already informed them that he was eager to attempt that particular game, whether or not there were prizes. He did not have anything on him but his wits and his fists. Somehow those had gotten him by this far in a long life. Back to back with his brother he'd pulled Dinah to make a triangle, looking around at the ensuing and erupting chaos with wide blue eyes. "The speech... what... what people?" He loosened his stance and dropped into one ready for action, fists raised, muscles ready to tense into action when the need arose. "The fuck...? It wasn't like this last time."
Calliope's ears catch what is now a familiar language, even if the meaning eludes her. The pumpkin on her head dulls sound, but not enough to drown it out entirely with her heightened senses. The large cuts in the pumpkin are hollow and expose her human face beneath, and her expression is one of pure delight that fade into annoyance. In costume as a pumpkin queen, she'd needed a scepter, and the one she'd crafted for herself was an obscene one, made of colored brass. As people rush past her, she hisses to herself. "I put on my meat suit for this and we have eldritch horrors just wandering around willy nilly?! While I'm in the dress Somnia made me? I can't rip this, it's art... If anything happens to my dress I've had for a day and half, I'm killing everyone and then myself." The bat is brought up and warped in her hand to twist the once straight scepter into a hook made to catch a fish. She strolls casually towards the chaos. If she ran she might break a heel.
Gwyneth is not unaccustomed to the change in the air and the light when something heavy and magical is about to occur. It's the sheer speed with which things go from 'happy carnival' to 'watching some good friends scream "LET ME OUT"' that gives her just a moment's pause.
In fact, she sniffs. "Well, that was artless, wasn't it, my darling?" The Kvitraven fairly hisses in her ear: neck feathers plumped up, tail spread out like he's about to shit-talk somebody ... well, a lot times his size. "Yes, of course. I know you know how to be quiet, god-stalker. Messenger. Bringer of omens." Her voice, ever-melodious, deepens, brook to river, river to shore. "Oh, my love, remember your heart and come to me."
And, although Kvit doesn't actually increase in size, his plumage shifts, subtly, and his eyes change colour to a deep red. It's as if he's seen this sort of thing before. "Darling, I think they may have need of us now. But you already knew that, didn't you, my Odin's eye, my thunder voice?"
From where she
and the raven are situated (as close to the cake as possible, because cake), she surveys the now-hurrying crowds and lifts above, glamour-cloaked as a dark cloud for those with no feysight, and settles in that place where the mists seem most dark. For those watching, it may seem that she simply mists into herself at the edge of the clearing, just there, with -- surely it's the same bird as always -- on her shoulder. (mists of amazingness, 1d10+3=8, so only mostly amazing)
This voice, like the claws of Set against the chalkboard of the damned, frankly offends here. There is something here that should not be. For now, she stays back, priming her power, because she has absolutely no idea what she's looking at. Better to listen and learn. "Curb your blood rage, my warrior." Can such a small thing, on such narrow shoulders, be a warrior? For that matter, how can such narrow shoulders lend themselves to war?
An oath was given, and no Sidhe may deny it. So... everything about Gwyneth, a Queen abroad to be
sure, slots softly into subtle, glowing, thrumming place. "Speak poetry, my muses," she says; whether to herself or to the raven is unclear.
Gwen Enchanted: (( s/here/her )) (( -10 points for typos ))
Kadan Berkshire: Berkshire had been prowling on the alert for days. The worsening weather was keenly felt in ways only other Fae would understand. The unnatural weft of the Fog especially grated upon a being attuned to the ebb and flow of nature's cycles and seasons.
He was at the carnival again, wearing the half mask that denoted a costume of little effort and large symbolism. His instincts had brought him here, though whether following his nose towards the sense of unease growing through him or the scent of temptations cutting through the foul air was anyone's guess. His custom forged swords jutted crosswise from his back today, hidden from view by glamour until he might need them to hand. The sky and land was too tense upon his open awareness to not go armed, though in truth he needed no blades in his hands to wreck devastation if he put his will to it.
Even as the first screams began Kadan was whipping around to where he smelt the Eldritch creatures, the stench of the deep announcing their presence even before their
Kadan Berkshire: maws found prey. He felt the frisson ripping through the Fog before lightning streaked from the sky to the metal structures, grounding towards the earth thunderous. The tongue of the deepest depths was heard upon land, bellowed from an amazonian figure emerging from the mists, a sea witch of some sort from the sound and heft of her.
Kadan scanned the fleeing screaming crowd with all his senses for those he might know, those who might need his aid, as he felt the time had come to fight. He caught the scent of allies threaded amidst the rising din and tang of carnage. To them he swiftly strode, fierce eyed and grim, ready for war per his word, putting himself between the Windgraces and the incoming fishfolk. The taste of fear was exquisite, stirring his rage to rise volcanic, he bared his fangs at the ones causing it. The Deep Ones had crawled from the sea at last to assail the isle, a wordless impulse upon his own folk in the vicinity to come to his call to fight.
The King of the Wyld Roses Court of
Kadan Berkshire: Callisto called upon his mastery of Glamour and Empathy, lashing his will to seize the reality of any aggressors that aimed towards him and those he shielded, most likely rendering them suddenly too confused and dazed to move hardly at all.
@Llwydbrynnos ~ Berkshire ~ Esher rolled d10+6 daze and confuse any attackers around me: (10)+6 = 16
Riven (LRRiven Resident): There is a rush of scaled bodies and panicked humans. A clash of sound- screams, gurgled words, and thumps as the large scaly creatures throw their victims to the ground. Some wield rocks, most just bash their victim’s skulls against the leaf littered grass. It will become apparent to the observant that they are not intending to kill their conquests. Not yet.
Oz strikes out at one of the deep ones as it lands upon a victim. The human skitters away screaming as the huge snake’s fangs sink into the fish creature. A new scream rips through the air, like air released from a pressured valve, high pitched and spine tingling.
Confusion rolled out over the amassed Deep Ones - adding more to what is already there. Instead of just knocking their victims out.. The chant turns to “ah'n'gha, ah'n'gha, ah'n'gha!” And the scent of copper becomes sharp on the air.
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): As Gwyn lifts into the air, she'd feel that it's heavier, pushing against her in a way that clouds and the air does not typically do. As she rises up, her beautiful, well put together Sidhe hair will start to start to poof out, becoming a bit of a frizzy mess. There is the feeling like biting down on metal as she gets up higher.
The sound of the chant changing causes the Massive female to turn her attention towards the Deep Ones and she frowns, well more of a frown than she normally wears "Fucccckkkkerrrrs" She groans before she yells at the Deep Ones in their tongue, apparently rolling her eyes "Nafl windgraces, ymg' legeth'drnn"
The eels upon her are still darting out and biting the fleeing humans, any that are unfortunate enough to get close to the woman, and as soon as they are bit, they are falling to the ground and writhing in pain. There is a slowly growing pile around her at the moment. The woman lifts her hand and clenches her fist. The thunder booms louder, echoing around Gwyn's head, since she
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): went upwards, and than there are more cracks of lighting, each of the bolts landing around the people...and not people about them. (( @Nemi-Birb/Val-Kitty rolled 1d10+6 lightning: (5)+6 = 11 for lightning strikes around you. Gwyn you will have a reduction in your dodge...as you are literally up in the air if I read your post correctly)
Dinah (dollihead Resident) sank into a crouch, using her ritual knife to slice up the side of her waistcoat and shirt until it dropped to tatters on the floor. Her glamour followed in short order, opening all of her eyes and buzzing her wings active.
"Mother and Father... Mother Hydra. Father Dagon." she whispered to herself. She threw herself into the air, still clutching her knife, her arms extended as if to embrace them from the sky.
"Stop them taking the humans!" she called down to those assembled in defense. "They are being controlled!"
And then the scream, and the scent of blood in the air. She cursed, someone had just damned those who were already held. "Fuck!"
Bringing the knife up to her chest, she scarred herself with the mark of the god of the seas, the sign of Dagon, focusing her faith through her knife in a crackle of vile green static.
<"Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earths' masters, or that the common bulk of life and substances walks alone. the old ones were. the old ones
Dinah (dollihead Resident): are, and the old ones will be. Sons of Dagon, Hear me!>" she screamed out over the top of the chanting, or at least tried to <"hear ME, See ME. ">
<@240513477939036162> rolled `1d10+6` Faith magic: `(4)+6` = 10
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd) took a few steps from the triangle he and his siblings had made and crouched down, as the tentacles in his back ripped through hs skin, and ruined yet another lovely dress shirt and vest by ripping through them as well. They flared into the sky in a flurry of straining wiggling mania, and then spread out around him keen to face whatever direction he was facing. A woman was on the ground near the booths for the games, being grabbed by a fishy looking soul with big eyes and a gaping mouth. He lashed a pair of tentacles toward it and wrapped the fish with suckered arms and tossed it FAR back into the forest. He didn't want to kill it, just make it harder for them to get to the people, and time for the people to get the fuck out of the carnival. The woman scrambled to her feet and did just that, screaming for her life as she did, making her way back towards town. Drystan turned back to his kin, hearing their surname boomed from the dark Deep One commanding the smaller ones. He watched as Dinah exploded into
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd): her herself and launched into the air. He grabbed for the next nearest fishbeing on top of a human and did much the same with this as the last, except this one his a tree on the long way out of the carnival, and Drystan winced as it blurbled to the ground, probably out of the fight for a little while. He stood up and charged towards the next group of them, harassing a couple backed into a tiny tent as he hollered out in the tongue towards the woman in the center of it all: <Stay AWAY! You are being controlled, this is not your nature!!> He grabbed one fishie with the tentacles and another with his hands to try and hoist them off and away.
Dorian (Alexandros Lycomedes) spied a fishy enemy about to corner a child and once his siblings were accounting for themselves, he'd dart that way to get in between the two. Rather than making a quip about picking on someone their own size, Dorian would fire a fist just across the scaled snout of a fish-faced foe. He set his feet and really put his back into the right cross he tossed, bringing his other arm up to guard his central body mass.
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@Dorian Windgrace (& Pandora) rolled 1d10+3: (7)+3 = 10))
MurkeHeol Resident: Rolled 1D10 and got 9(+1) for a total of: 10 | (Roll Reason: Speed 1 to be in a place lighting is not)
Oz (Aeolos1 Resident): Even if the fish beasts weren't intending to kill their victims, Oz had no problems killing any of them. His cold-blooded nature didn't leave much room for heroism. Human victims who ended up collateral damage were just more food for him. Meals for days! It was such a pleasure to feel his prey squirming in his jaws... The venom wasn't very effective on this one. Too boney, perhaps. The giant serpent twisted his body to wrap the oak-sized torso around the deep-creature in his jaws, tightening his coils in order to crush it. A snake ordinarily would do this quickly to speed up the process of eating, but he was enjoying the kill. Was he a snake or a cat playing with his food? ((rolled 1d10 noodle hugs: (5) = 5)) Even as he toyed with the monster, he was aware of the fae King working close by... Wouldn't it be convenient to kill him here, while it was chaotic?
Calliope, now in close enough to see familiar faces, she moves with purpose towards Tzofi, but as lightning crashes down on her, the ends of her dress catches fire and she'd rocked backwards by the strike. Though her healing is already working on her damaged flesh, it does nothing for the dress. It takes her a moment to shake that pain off enough to speak and the first sound she makes is a curse as she points her weapon in Tzofi's direction, her target now acquired as she ignores all else. She suspects both King and the massive snake which is eating a fish, just as nature intended, can handle themselves.
Oh, there it is. First a glimmer, then a flicker, now a full-on creation aura, the air crackles and thrums around Gwyneth. "Creatures of the deep," she says to herself. "Creatures of the deep. Well, they hate light, don't they, my darling?" She turns her attention toward the centre of the chaos, targeting first those enemies she can see (and her sight's pretty good).
She appears to deftly dodge whatever's heaving her way, then alights on the ground, and alights, once again her form stills. But something still sings in the wind as she lands.
From the Queen's shoulder comes a scream louder than any little bird should be able to make, a full-on war cry from a battle bird who lends his power to his fae helpmate.
And then, around the (did you know she was a?) Faery Queen's northern circle, little lights form into brilliant light-spears whose purpose is to blind and rend any who stand against her.
Queen of Light, Titania's daughter,
Summer in Autumn, white fires blaze
Sing the lightning, Rhyme the
rose?Cast the darkness far and farther
My will, my light, their weakness grows.
This is sung, like a keening poem, only loud enough to be heard if anybody's bothering to listen specifically to her, but poetry's her jam and stuff.
All the lights go white.
Let there be Light.
Kadan Berkshire: Berkshire had learned from the prior meeting with the Windgraces that these fishfolk were not here by their own will. Thus he was attempting to deflect with his powers rather than cleave any of them in two just yet. As for the fate of the crowd caught in the middle, the Sidhe was less concerned with saving such prey other than to hopefully slow down enough of the monsters to allow for most humans to flee the fairgrounds. He however generally followed his obligations to his folk and his allies and nothing more. Llwyd was after all a villain by most human perspectives..
Lightning slashed downwards to punch blinding heat and light into the earth near Kadan's feet, the bite of electricity and thunder enough to break the Fae's concentration, his dazzlement of the deep ones in his vicinity likely ceasing to stall them.
Distractions piled in at once, the downside of having such sharp senses when too much information raced in at the same time. The Windgraces turned to act, braving the storm from behind the
Kadan Berkshire: pause he had bought. The nearness of the other Royal Sidhe was felt, the ripple of the season and the power of the crown she brought with her heard keenly to his ears, poetry to summon light to shine sharp as blades upon the foe. The fierce sparkle of the Queen's Huntress answering the call as well. And the sharp intent sensed from the massive pale serpent he spied nearby feasting on the fish, of wishing to do the same to him....
Kadan braced himself against the biting weather, standing his ground rather than attempting to move just yet. He reached with both hands to draw free the blades strapped to his back unseen until now, the sinuous lengths of metal ringing free in anticipation of blood. His attention ranged to keep the nearest threats observed, which now included the snake. He still tried to avoid harming the fish, using the flat of his blades to knock the nearest ones senseless while he regathered his own.
@Llwydbrynnos ~ Berkshire ~ Esher rolled d10+1 dodge: (1)+1 = 2
@Llwydbrynnos ~ Berkshire ~
Kadan Berkshire: Esher rolled d10+3 Smack fish: (9)+3 = 12
Riven (LRRiven Resident): Here and there, having knocked the senses from the humans, a few of the deep ones start to drag them off. But.. not all of them. Others continue to bash and slash at their victims. Deep crimson splatters and stains the grass and quite a few of those panicked screams are cut off. The ones closer to Berhshire are not attacking their humans, or raging, but are looking around with some confusion. They are not immobilized - but they have certainly forgotten what they were up to. Dinah’s prayers have an interesting affect on them. Some of these confused creatures lift heir oddly shaped heads up toward her and close in on the family with that shuffling step. They are listening!
The creature in Oz’s mouth is thrashing, slashing, and trying to escape. It is also wailing as the fangs bite deeper and the coils tighten. Slashing attack: Slash Oz: (4)+3 = 7
Drysan’s words actually garner the attention of a few of the fish people. They hesitate and a few actually turn toward the tree line as if to break away - but
Riven (LRRiven Resident): there is much confusion. One or two are attacked themselves - Dorian’s fist is sure to find its mark! and very few that actually heed his words make it to the tree line.
And then it happens. The mist has gotten thicker, more cloying. Right before the knot of people at the edge of the field, one of the humans falls to a knee and slumps. Something.. Not right is happening. The poor man makes a whining sound and something ripples under his skin. His hands find the red splattered loam and he shakes his head, dizzy - and then his flesh begins to mottle and puff- expand and morph as bones shift and crack - reform beneath. He screams in agony and throws his head back to reveal a face twisted by torment as the bones of his skull shift and reform - enlarging. Scales ripple into existence as the skin thickens and darkens.
Something awful is happening.
Light pours from the heavens - or more specifically, Gwen. Below her Deep Ones fall, some releasing their burdens. Some not having yet captured anything. A few
Riven (LRRiven Resident): however, like their frightened kin, make it to the tree line - enough clumping in a specific direction that the observant might be able to tell that they are heading for the falls. Please 1d10 + Sight or relevant skill if you want to know. Diff 6
Kayden’s attack lands! His exertion of empathy fizzes away as he switches tactics and the blades emerge. He easily finds a target and makes mincemeat of its flesh.
MurkeHeol Resident: Rolled 1D10 and got 9(+2) for a total of: 11 | (Roll Reason: Sight 2)
Dinah (dollihead Resident): Dice Golem
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— Today at 17:55
@Dinah & Tiffy rolled 1d10+6 sight 3: (10)+6 = 16 ))
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd): ((SIght: rolled d10+3: (10)+3 = 13))
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): The large woman does not seem to notice or even care about what the others are doing. She's directing the Deep Ones, like a very loud and very grumpy maestro directing a herd of fish-stick shaped cats. The crashing of lightning and thunder, and the smoke that's billowing up from the burning trees and the tents that are on fire merge with the mist, making it hard for people who are down on the ground to breath or see quiet right. Out of that mist, eerie blue eyes that flash with electricity open and stare out, looking right at the vibrant fae that is threatening her with a good time.
A wide smile pulls her lips in a twisted Cheshire grin, showing the rows of sharp teeth as she strides forward, gliding over the land. There are no weapons on her, just herself and those eels, all of which staring directly at her. There are spears of lights that fall from the heavens, many of which that pierce her flesh. There is a flash of light and from inside, the woman begins to glow. The same eerie blue pulsing from a void
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): in her chest, spilling out from from the roaming eyes that all open on her arms and stare about in bulbous horror. She stalks forth, spears sticking out of her.
Behind her, in the pile of the bodies that have been laying so still on the ground after their bite from the darling beauties that grace the large woman, forms start to shift, start to undergo the transformation that many others have been succumbing to. The sounds of cracking bones and shredding flesh, the scent of blood and viscera filling the air. This pleases her, please the one who no longer appears in any way beyond size, the gorgeous but deadly human woman that had walked their shores, had drank their drinks, had played there games and flirted with them. She no longer appears as Tzofi Mora, but rather the truth of what she is and what she has became.
She smiles down at the small fae woman and holds her glowing arms wide open, challenging her as the wind begins to whip around through the trees, lashing at faces and wings, stealing forth
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): from her own storm and threatening to topple those with wings (@Nemi-Birb/Val-Kitty rolled 1d10+6 what a blustery cold day: (4)+6 = 10)
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): *quite right
LlwydBrynnos Resident: @Llwydbrynnos ~ Berkshire ~ Esher rolled d10+3: (4)+3 = 7
Dinah (dollihead Resident) 's knife worked even as she held herself aloft, carving mark after mark of the signs associated with Dagon into her chest, stomach and arms. Strengthening her own connection to Dagon, she hoped she would be able to extend that across to the fish-men walking amongst them, to help them regain their senses from whatever Wolf's magic was doing to their minds. That some of them were falling hurt her, and she lifted her arms over her head, her voice ululating from the trees, echoing through the mist
<"and the children should never die, but go back to the Mother Hydra and Father Dagon, where we all come from once'. Return to the seas, sons of Dagon, Return home, these people are not for taking">
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— Today at 18:02
@Dinah & Tiffy rolled 1d10+6 Faith magic Iä! Iä!: (1)+6 = 7 ))
Oz (Aeolos1 Resident): had been happily squeezing the shit out of this particular prey for several minutes when he saw the movements of the rest. He rapidly withdrew his fangs from the fish monster to avoid the slashing claws ((rolled 1d10+1 avoid slashies: (10)+1 = 11)), but there were still many fishies dragging off humans. If he didn't do something, they might get away. How would he eat well if all this convenient food flees? Oz raised his head and swayed in a rhythmic motion, mimicking that gestures of his hands with the languid sway of his snoot, hissing heavily. Though it was in the rasping tongue of serpents, any who understood the language of beasts heard the chant of a spell.
"This king of nature,
Calls upon the Earthen spirits,
To free the fury of the forest,
Climb from the depths,
Seize and bind the flesh!"
Oz's golden eyes flashed brightly, willing the forest vines to burst from the ground and attempted to lash around the unsuspecting monsters nearest to him. Vines this deep in the
Oz (Aeolos1 Resident): wood tended to be thick and green, making them flexible and difficult to break from. He didn't even spare the one he was crushing. ((rolled 1d10+6 Witchcraft - nature noodlings: (2)+6 = 8)) Just as his spell was cast, he felt the sudden rush of wind. As heavy as he was, it was still difficult to move of see in the rushing air around him. He lowered his head to lay more flat to the ground.
Comes the wind, and Gwyneth, from the ground, feels its growing force coming toward her. The Kvitravn lifts from her shoulder, wings spread and feathers pushed to block. Such a tiny bird. Such a big wind, but his wings spread and grow, buffeting and holding, trying to repel the wind upwards and away from his Queen.
Gwyneth closes her eyes. Nothing like a good breeze on an Autumn day? Try standing in the middle of a full-on tornado, and you'll see what she's anticipating right now. "Glory to you, my darling," she says, her words likely lost on the vicious air currents. Her wings slick straight back and let the air flow past them: on the ground, she's more stable than she would have been were she still floating and flying. Still, she holds her breath for those seconds, because you know that shit is gonna stink. (rolled 1d10+3: (10)+3 = 13)
She gives herself the split moment afterwards to take in what's happening before her, fighting her revulsion as she always does when faced with things that have no
business being (fsvo) alive, watches as things change shape before her, and silvers herself against whatever's coming next. Kvit chirrups a reminder into her ear,
Glowing lights surround our company
Take this darkness, cast it out: we see
Ourselves the heroes we can surely be
Before this foul and weak'ning enemy
Give me blue for healing, green for strength
Give my allies tentacles the reach
To find their targets, swift and strong and true
As I do will, let us our foes subdue
Follow swiftly, friends.
((-5pts for clunky rhyme ))
And all the lights around the Queen turn blue.
While the cold is painful, with it aimed up towards those with wings, it's nothing like getting hit by lighting. Cracked and burned skin brightens once more, though the healing patch where it had struck her now lacks the intricate tattoos, as in the heat of battle they're forgotten. The vines pulled free of the ground to hold the fish cause her to divert her path as now she charges Tzofi. One might think with her twisted metal scepter turned into a hook, she would swing around to pull an enemy close, instead she uses brute strength with the intent of putting metal through flesh, so that one pierced, that hook will keep the weapon secured. Though the metal is weakened for its new shape, the fae does not mind when tearing metal would fail to accomplish her goal all the same.
Dorian (Alexandros Lycomedes) got hit by a lightning just as he was turning to make sure the child was alright. So instead of telling the little bugger to take cover, Dorian turned after knocking a fish down, and said, "Bzzzzzzzzzt." When the convulsing stopped, with his curls rising, the kid was gone.
Shaking his fluffier than normal head and pulling himself together to stand to his full height, he'd cast his gaze around for his siblings. Upon seeing Dinah doing her thing aloft, and Drystan with his gifts from his patron out, he'd jog to the nearest fish person that was trying to brain someone and seek to close his arms around them and bodily pull them away from the human being victimized.
((<@580780451527000066> rolled `1d10 + 3`: `(7) + 3` = 10))
MurkeHeol Resident: Rolled 1D10 and got 1(+6) for a total of: 7 | (Roll Reason: Str3: stab at tzo like its a sword)
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd) finishes tossing a fishman to the side as he is hit with some of the lightning that Tzofi has let off, and the warded emerald on his right hand shatters into a ball of green light around him, and then goes inert. "Fuck me!" He lifts his hand and the blackened marks on his fingers and shakes it, the ring going back to being, just a ring. One ward down. He coughs as the air gets thick, but with his third eye flared open, and his connection to Dinah's sight, he's able to See everything. Those rushing for the tree line were making for the falls, which he knew where THAT lead thanks to the extension of Dinah's sight. They would not have a good time in the family tunnels. This unfortunately includes the horrific transformation of the humans that had gone down, reforming into more of the fishpeople. "Dinah? They're changing!" He was sure she could see that, but what to do for them? His mind raced as he looked at Tzo, the commanding force. She was so familiar, yet - she had clearly been changed. Touched by the
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd): Deep, She would not be happy to know she was being used by some asshole with a ring. He stumbled forwards but his tentacles took up as limbs of mobility as well and helped him to his feet to make large grand strides across the fairground towards her. A pumpkin headed lass with...something rather interesting in hand was currently her focus, so he skidded to a stop, boots digging into the dampened ground, the tentacles inertia threw them forward then back again as he stood just under Dinah now. He bellowed at Tzo, even as the fish people started to hazily gather around him and Dinah, the ones that had listened. In the tongue of the Deep his low rumble spoke to her and those around him. <There is a human man, who dares use a charm to CONTROL the Deep Ones. He tries to USE YOU for his own machinations. You, You all are too proud a race to be used like this. You ARE the Deep! Make clear your minds! SEE your manipulation!> He slithered a tentacle around one fishperson that was too dazed to know what to do,
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd): embraced it and pulled it to school with the others around him. He reached into his vest and pulled out a handful of powder, his sights set on Tzo for when there was point for him to move. He took aim and tossed the heavy white shimmering powder and used his telekenisis to drive it towards her face and arms. To ALL those eyes. The Powder of Ibn Ghazi would reveal to her the Unseen, and maybe, the marionette strings attached to her. ((rolled d10+6 TK Ibn Ghazi Powder all up in Tzo's eyeballs: (5)+6 = 11))
Kadan Berkshire: The hulking seawitch was not an individual Kadan was familiar with, other than by mere rumor of the ill tempered pirate trashing half the town at some point or another.
She brought forth the weather as a weapon yet again, forcing the Sidhe to lowering his head behind one arm, keeping his other sword held low at the ready before him, dropping to a wide crouch to keep his center of balance just barely versus the sudden bout of wind trying to topple him and likely everyone in the area like bowling pins. The white serpent's hiss was lost in the wind. The agonies of transformation were carried harsh and lurid to his awareness on the tide of bloodscent from far too many victims strewn across the Carnival, soon to be fresh attackers if not stopped at the source...
Berkshire's glamour of a captain's greatcoat didn't flap behind him in this gale, his true wings kept flat against his back while in human guise. All his concentration instead brought to bear against the conductor of this mess now. feeling his power
Kadan Berkshire: bolstered by the Queen's radiant song. Rage seethed up hot enough to gleam light from his eyes once he could open them again, glaring at the corrupted giant bulging with too many eyes upon muscles as she aimed for his Huntress.
The whip of the King's will reached out again, this time to the apparent leader of this attack, sought to claim all her senses under his whim and plunge her into the all encompassing sensations of being drowned in lava....
@Llwydbrynnos ~ Berkshire ~ Esher rolled d10+3 keeps steady against wind attack: (8)+3 = 11
@Llwydbrynnos ~ Berkshire ~ Esher rolled d10+6 Glamour + Empathy to seize the senses of the brickshithouse of pirate and make her feel the FIRE: (9)+6 = 15
Riven (LRRiven Resident): More humans are captured, some not even robbed of their consciousness before the deep ones turn tail to head for the trees. It is becoming more obvious now where they are fleeing to. There are less humans to pounce now- many have holed themselves up inside the ticket booth, some have hidden in the rides, or around them. The red stains in the grass indicate what happened to others though few of the remains are left.
Oz’s mini noodles are effective in enabling the shuffling fist people. Many go down. Some lose their human cargo, others trip but reclaim their feet. He will find many to feast on.The deep one he’d been attacking before piteously cries out as it struggles to break free of his grasp.
Dinah’s prayers seem to be answered as those nearest to her lift their clawed hands to the air and cry out their sorrow. These turn to one another, bumping shoulders briefly. Then they turn about and travel to their own fallen brethren to collect them and cart them off toward the falls - not a single one of
Riven (LRRiven Resident): the Listeners attacking any more of the humans.
Dorian is able to stop the kidnapping one one human - hero that he is, his grip is strong and unexpected. The slick deep one writhes in his grip and releases a series of clicks and rolling sounds. It rolls its gigantic eyes up at him and is briefly flummoxed by the poofy hairdo.
Gwen - She steals the wind and all who had difficulty to fly are no longer hindered. All hail the fairy queen of light and wonder! Its a tough job, but someone has to do it.
More humans, even some who have been claimed, start to change. Their screams slice through the air as they twist and contort - but the deep ones begin to sing a hymn as they realize what is occurring.
“Ye, oh throdog dagon, c' goka prose llll gift ot c' brethren, thank ye llll mgepog n'ghft, ot tharanak lw'nafh syha'h!”
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): All around her, chaos reigns and she is deeply pleased by this. All about, the carnival is burning. The Ferris wheel is a charred husk, bodies of those that had been enjoying a wonderful time upon it lie smoking and charred, half out of the carriages, arms out stretched in a desperate attempt of escape. Some even have fallen out and landed, shattered and broken on the ground. The Tents that had housed carnival games are actively ablaze and spewing smoke billously out and about. The screams have died into whimpers of fear and pain.
In this area there stands a behemoth of a woman. She's built like a tank, and her body shudders as energy pours into her from the spears of light that are still lodged deep within her flesh. There is a shrill bark of laughter as the vibrant Calli smacks at her with a hook, her form shifting just enough to whirl away from the attack. However this puts her right into range for the powder to slam into her face and her arms. There is a shudder as she is hit, and as everything, as all
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): the unseen becomes seen to her and she screams out in what might be rage. There is still enough momentum in her that she barrels forward to grab at Drystan, and try to yank him into her. What she wants with him is debatable. Maybe she just has a tentacle fetish, maybe she wants to pound that face in.
Whatever the case, it doesn't matter because all of a sudden her mind is filled with the sensation of fire. Of burning, over and over and over, flames licking at her flesh and her mind, causing her to shudder and shriek, bowling to the ground, and if Drystan has been caught, taking him with her. She screams out in her native tongue 'Epgoka hai. C' mgep llllw'nafh. " issuing her final commands to the Deep Ones.
The two eels that have been with her this entire time, go still, their eyes becoming full of that same lightning that had been filling Tzo as she writhes, the creatures pulling their shared consciousness aside enough... to call out wordlessly to the sky... and something starts to happen. The mist
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): begins to grow denser, harder to see anything through, and almost unmovable. One can pass through it, but it's like moving through molasses that smells and feels horrible to the touch. It's growing incredibly difficult to perceive anything in the mist now.
Attack on Drystan: @Nemi-Birb/Val-Kitty rolled 1d10+6 death by snusnu...nah... just a grab.: (10)+6 = 16
Mist rolling in: @Nemi-Birb/Val-Kitty rolled 1d10+6 Mist: (2)+6 = 8
Dinah (dollihead Resident) tilted her head towards Drystan as he yelled for her and when she turned those all-seeing eyes away from where the Deep ones were fleeing, she pushed herself downwards towards the ground, and instead of the chanting of scriptures, she sang, her arms outstretched, the marks of Dagon that were painted in blood on her healed skin shining black in the dimness of the fog.
Some of them were going to the sea, so that was a blessing. Now she just needed the newly turned to follow them.
Dagon wasn't her patron directly, but her family lifeblood was fueled by the sea. There was no way she didn't know the hymns of the Deep, to instill that yearning for the sea in their hearts that they would need to embrace. The song was haunting, lilting and sorrowful and full of the glories of the sunken cities, of Y'ha-nthlei and Y'lu-Y'loa.
Seeing Drystan as he dashed towards the Wall of a Woman, she turned her eyes onto him, watching them, though it was becoming thicker, harder to see anything. She bristled at the attack
Dinah (dollihead Resident): on her brother.
"Dorian!" she yelled, pointing the ritual blade towards Tzofi "Get her off him!"
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@Dinah & Tiffy rolled 1d10+6 Faith: (1)+6 = 7))
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd) was yoinked into the arms of Tzo, and thunked to the ground as she roiled in unseen blazing heat. He wrapped his tentacles around her and tried to pull and make space between his body and hers, grunting and huffing to take a breath as they wrestled on the ground. She was much stronger than he was that was for certain. larger in mass, sheer force of muscle had him pinned, He tried to yell at her through those huffed breaths, the tentacles with the clappers and teeth just bonking her and not biting, he was clearly not trying to hurt her, if he even could. He yelped in her language, <Stop! Please! You're being used, we aren't enemies! Stop letting him control you!> He was being poked and gashed by spikes and claws and Gods knows what else, but any wound that came was mainly superficial and bled and began to heal immediately. She rolled and he gasped as a spike made its way through his chest and pain made him seize up and the tentacles squirmed to try and pull the thing from him. He wasn't going to get away
Drystan Windgrace (Jacksonn Shepherd): from her on his own. ((rolled 1d10+1: (7)+1 = 8))
Dorian (Alexandros Lycomedes) was now a bit covered in the remnants of the fish person he'd befuddled, but there was no time to think about that, nor how Lance would likely have commentary about the day's laundering. The joy of the fight was just getting into him though he hadn't been prepared for weapons, only it seemed the people to fight were disappearing... ...and the air was getting thick. Narrowing his eyes to focus through the haze he heard Dinah's voice clear as a clarion bell and he followed her direction toward their brother. He'd run full bore toward Tzofi, intending fully to tackle her, come what may. Even though it seems he's moving through something thicker than water he throws himself into the task bodily. Somewhere in the deeps of his memory there's a flash of the precursors of recognition but there's no time to consider that when he's just hurled himself at a brick wall in curvaceous oceanic and humanoid form. ((Dice Golem
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@Dorian Windgrace (& Pandora) rolled 1d10 +3: (7) +3 = 10))
Oz (Aeolos1 Resident): Since a good number of monsters were immobilized, he could now freely turn his attention to their leader. That strange one was looming over the tentacle man, though in all this fog, assuming Oz knew him at all, he wouldn't have recognized him. Irritated by the mist and fog making it difficult to see his prey, the serpent had enough. Once more he swayed his body into the diagram of a spell, tail lashing to draw the runes in the air that were required, and chanting the lines as he stared up into the sky.
"Bearing the will of the skies,
I claim command of the skies,
over the wind and rain,
sovereign of great storms,
obey this master's will!"
Oz had never used weather magic to combat weather magic, but there was a first for everything. He tried to force the weather to change. ((rolled 1d10+6 Witchcraft weather fuckery: (8)+6 = 14)) He poured his magic forth to sweep the mist and fog away, to dry the air and banish the cold, restoring the sight of their enemy.. and his meal.
Gwyneth watches as most of the abominations flee toward parts unknown (at least to her), but sees that lovely Windgrace boy seems to have been pinned by .... whatever or whoever that is. Once again, she gathers her power and her illusory mastery, now focusing on the huge creature who seems to have been somehow enchanted.
See yourself now as you are, whoever
That might be, great womanbeast who pins
My ally to the ground. Let loose his arms
And come back to yourself, befuddled one.
I charge the lights of my throne and my legacy
Strip back all illusion so you may see.
The flickering lights around the Queen turn white
And yellow now, whilst Kvit hums strength to her.
Gwen Enchanted: (( sorry; die roll to break all the charms and illusions and such: (6)+6 = 12))
Calliope, with her target distracted by Drystan, then Dorian tackling her, Calliope heeds Dinah's words as if they were meant for her. It doesn't matter she would have done the same thing either way, it's teamwork! Again she goes to hook the twisted metal into Tzofi, in trying to pull her off of Drystan and into Dorian's grasp.
MurkeHeol Resident: Rolled 1D10 and got 4(+6) for a total of: 10 | (Roll Reason: str3: stab pull tzo off of drystan)
Kadan Berkshire: With most of the invasion scattered now, many fleeing towards the falls as best surmised, the main focus fell upon the mountain of a pirate grappling with the eldest Windgrace. The Fog curdled thicker down upon them all, obscuring everything to clammy noxious pea soup pressing upon the senses. Kadan shook off his disgust, the vile taste of it stuck in his nose, forced to rely on his other awarenesses than eyesight, strange as his vision was in truth these days anyway. Gwen's magic rushed by him to her target, a far sweeter smelling exertion of power than the miasma the group was mired in. The utter malice he sensed from the monstrous pirate prompted him to take no chances at mere persuasion while the fiery pains were put to her. Kadan's unseen rose garden stirred at his thought, slithered many strong vines to Drystan, seeking to wind around enough of him to safely but firmly pull him out of the woman's grasp if at all possible. As a courtesy the vines were thornless, but ice cold to the touch amidst the
Kadan Berkshire: brush of many invisible roses smelling sweet...and faintly hissing.
@Llwydbrynnos ~ Berkshire ~ Esher rolled d10+3 garden vines around Drystan to pull away from sumo pirate: (8)+3 = 11
LlwydBrynnos Resident: *faintly hissing, to mingle with the louder hiss from the huge snake nearby.
Riven (LRRiven Resident): The exodus begins. The deep ones, regardless of if they have a human in hand, all begin to flee the carnival. This was only meant to be a smash and grab - and it got a bit messier than expected.They do not have even half the number of hostages that they came here for. Unless stopped - they will all flee and drag their dead and damaged with.
Dinah’s command to get Tzo off Drystan seems to be obeyed by everyone, not just her brothers. Their efforts are turned to freeing the man from a plush strangulation.
Oz’s spell has an affect on the area immediately around him. He pushes his aether into the working and can feel the strain against his own magic. There is something much more powerful behind the mist - its just a visual representation of a much larger and complex ritual that has been used to curse this island. He can feel the intricacies of this magic, and the strength that only blood sacrifice can keep flowing strong. Still - the actual mist around them is pushed back. It billows up and folds back
Riven (LRRiven Resident): against itself like a wall that grows denser as it is pushed back upon itself.
In a matter of minutes all the sounds of the deep ones are gone - but there is an eerie sound of previously uncooked popcorn popping in the flames that have engulfed the fair.
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): The mist is growing denser and denser, it's growing thick enough to block out the smoke that is pooling from the rides. From deep within the carnival's big tent, there is pained squeals and shrieks of trapped animals, the fire just getting to them. There is a crunch and a metallic groan...as the ferris wheel topples over with a bang crushing many of the other rides within it's twisted and mangled frame.
The massive being is still on the ground, writhing, and yes piercing Drystan with the jagged spikes that grow from her flesh. There is the sensation of someone slamming into her, also likely taking a few spikes to the flesh, as Dorian bodyslams her. She is incredibly heavy, something that feels like she should be pure muscle and bone, but she moves slightly off him, especially with the hook of Calli's weapon in her, and than the pushing tentacles. She is still shaking with the pain...but suddenly there is a flash of light, and all of what is not real, the sensations, the charms, they are all swept away from
Tzofi Mora (IllusionaryHeart Resident): her. Her eyes drop to the man below, and the is a faint bloodthirsty smile. The words that are whispered free come disturbingly from three distinctly different mouths "The Mother and Father will do what they must, for all of us to survive. It is promised"
And than the mist fully engulfs them all. It's fights with Oz's magic, fights against being pushed aside, but eventually it relents just enough to show the clearing, and show that there is nothing there. Nothing but a pretty shiny necklace that's been dropped onto Drystan's chest. Perhaps an apology. Perhaps not.
Oz (Aeolos1 Resident): The revalation that the mist was of suspicious origin made Oz frown inwardly. What was the purpose of it? By the time he saw the place where that ironclad eel had been, she was no longer there. Hissing, his eyes shifted towards the last position of the fae King... Ordinarily he would have taken the chance, but with so many people gathered, it seemed a better plan to slither off into the unnatural mist and lay in wait for Kadan. As large as he is, he is still able to slip away, intending to resume his human form in the safe veil of the trees, smoke and fog.
Oz (Aeolos1 Resident): revelation*
Dorian (Alexandros Lycomedes) knew he'd hit something before tumbling atop his brother, he had the tears in his shirt to show it. And some blood trickling from where he'd been gored. Moving to get up to his booted feet again with ruination popping off in the background, he had eyes only for his kindred. Seeing them alright, he'd mutter, "This is not what I tho-- ho shit the tents!" There were probably bunnies in there. Dorian was off in a run to start freeing the animals.