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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2014-09-30 04:21 pm

EVENT | INTERMEZZO | Palace Exploration Log

Characters: ALL!
Date: Sept 28 and onward
Location: Palace of the Landed Sky, Keeliai
Situation: In the wake of Malicant's bold taunt, and the death of the Emperor and five hatchlings, the Palace is left abandoned and open for the Foreigners and kedan alike to explore.
Warnings/Rating: CONTENT WARNINGS are noted in the various subject headers, please take note of them!

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zwischenzug | (ˈzvɪʃənzuːɡ) | intermezzo | n. (in chess):
1. A tactical move interpolated into an exchange or series of exchanges to improve the outcome.
2. "in-between move". An unexpected move tossed into an expected series of moves. (German)

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Where once the Palace of the Landed Sky was a majestic and beautiful thing to behold, it now seems to pulse with negative energy. The outer walls are crumbling in most places, unsteady and fallen into disrepair. The walls of the Palace itself remain for the most part sturdy, minus a few fallen stones and the ruins beside the Courtyard.

The Palace is empty. Though some bodies can be found scattered haphazardly about the halls, most of those who were working in the building have disappeared entirely. There’s no question as to whose doing it was.

Small groups of kedan have also ventured into the Palace in order to loot whatever rooms they can get into, feeling confident that the reward will outweigh the risk of facing off against Foreigners who may feel the need to repel them. Mostly they'll be in groups of 3-5, though individuals or larger can be encountered as well. Some will engage the Foreigners in hostilities and some will grudgingly be sent on their way without challenge, depending on how bold they feel.

No banners, rugs, lanterns, or furniture within the Palace remain in pristine condition (with the exception of Eshai’s room). Everywhere one looks, items are torn, scratched, or smeared with blood. Even the interior walls are often cracked or caked in what one hopes is only blood. Perhaps more unnerving are the ‘veins’ that run through the walls, floor, and ceiling. These thin black tendrils, equal parts within and without the surface they spread across, are textured and feel like pine needles to the touch. These veins run throughout the Palace, yet never seem to thicken, intensify, or coalesce in any one room or area.

Though the walls are still made of white marble and the floor remains interlaced with rose quartz and mother-of-pearl, the shine has gone from them and something of the life and light they brought has withered away. Though the structure remains intact, it feels in some areas as if the walls have closed in, making the previously grand rooms now seem shrunken and constrictive. An air of eerie calm and discomfort can be felt from the first step on. The building is not the Palace anyone remembers.



LINKS
Throne Room | Eshai's Room | Storage Armory | Library
Ritual Chamber | Prison | Courtyard | The Turtle's Head


OOC NOTE
The Palace becomes available to explore as of the 28th, but will remain accessible until further notice. Please direct any questions regarding this log to the QUESTIONS section in the original OOC post.

There will also be a State of the Shell post coming soon to address the current status of the city and its key players. Thank you!
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-10-21 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
The shadows seemed to dance as the souls she had stolen continued to whisper and laugh. She remained still, watching the half-demon as he moved about the room. She could sense his anger, his confusion, his hatred and she began to draw upon it, allowing it to feed the power she already felt coursing through her veins. What they were seeing should have terrified her, but with each passing moment the feeling of respect for her enemy grew stronger.

"No," she replied, finally moving deeper into the room, "If you could feel what I feel..." She laughed and the souls echoed it, "The anger, agony, death, hatred and power." In essence, everything that her darkness thrived on, "Then you would know."


[personal profile] royalguard_style 2014-10-21 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"You're right, I don't know what you're feeling." Dante turned around immediately. He recognized that tone of voice immediately: The demons from his world lived in a might-makes-right society, so the sight of someone losing control because they were enjoying the newfound power was easy to recognize. Especially when one of those someones was his brother. God, that was something he didn't need a reminder of, especially not at a time like this. He'd do just about anything to avoid repeating the mistakes he made there, and that meant he needed to stop Valdis from doing something stupid before the thought crossed her mind.

"But I sure as hell have seen what that kind of power does to people. Screw the investigation, we're getting out of here." Maybe it wasn't too late to turn tail and run. He could always come back later, after he's had time for what he's seen to settle in, and without Valdis acting the way she is. Better yet, without Valdis around at all. He turns back and picks up his pistol.
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-10-21 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
How could he know what she was feeling? He didn't have the same senses, the same powers or the same past. She watched him, sensing his lack of calm. She honestly didn't blame him when he decided that they should leave, but she had come too far to leave now. He picked up his gun, amusing since bullets couldn't stop her, but...

"There's no need for that," she said, pushing the darkness away and walking deeper into the room, "He doesn't get to use my power again and no matter how good it feels..." She shook her head, "I have not given in yet."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2014-10-22 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine." Dante was starting to calm down, at least enough to more or less act composed again. There were more important things then his shock going on, and he needed to be focused. He had to keep telling himself that this was no different from the jobs he faced back home. "But just so you know, the second you laugh like that again, I won't let you stay another second. I'll shoot you if I have to."

With that out of the way, he skipped past the worst of the scene and onto the actual altar itself. Unsurprisingly, there were more writings and symbols, and none of them resemble the types he's seen in his world. "If what you say about power is true, then you-know-who might be trying to make himself more powerful. The particulars were different on my world, but people have tried doing about the same thing. Just on a smaller scale."
Edited 2014-10-22 01:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-10-22 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"As if your bullets could stop me," she said, resisting the urge to laugh again.

She knelt to examine the symbols that were written in a circular pattern, but she had to admit that they made no sense. She looked up to see similar symbols painted on the ceiling above them. Blood symbols were scattered about the floor of the room, no, not floor, it was Asti's shell that they stood on.

"In my world, human sacrifices were made to honor or please the gods," she replied, moving toward the door at the far end. She could still feel the power that resided within the room, could still taste the desire. She pushed open the door, regarded the shelves, broken vials and jars and, finding nothing immediately interesting, backed out and closed the door again.

"Strong enemies, the best warriors, the purest maidens..." She looked back to see Dante examining the writings. "There are numerous writings and myths in the histories about human sacrifice. But nothing like this."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2014-10-22 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
For most people, such a remark would be worrying, but Dante took it as a sign that Valdis was being her normal, condescending self. That meant that she was still at least partially here, and he should assume the best for now.

Dante followed suit and looked at the jars. Thankfully, a good chunk of them were destroyed, but if these are a part of the ritual, it might be a good idea to start destroying them. Unfortunately, as much as Dante wants to tear this chamber apart and leave no trace for anyone to try and emulate, they may be an important clue.

"Of course. What's a religion without a bit of killing?" Dante snapped with the slightest hint of disdain in his voice. He didn't like religion, but this was more about what was happening here and now then his personal history. "So then, are you saying you think the cultists did this?"
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-10-22 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Says the man who kills demons for a living," She quipped, moving back to examine the shell more closely. The deep grooves smelled of blood, but to be honest most of the room smelled of blood, though the grooves were concerning for some reason.

"If the cultists did this," she gestured to the bodies and circle, "Which they must have since we know that Mali never does anything himself..."

She sucked in a breath as realization hit her, and released a string of curses in her own tongue. Finally she looked back at Dante, "The cultists were sacrificing to their god. And those grooves only go one place, that blood only went one place...into Asti."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2014-10-23 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC:I'm assuming that this is after the talk with Nillin to avoid continuity errors. Tell me if this isn't okay so we can both edit to compensate for fudge time.]

"That's different and you damn well know it." Not even Dante wasn't sure how seriously he took that quip, since he was in too much of a bad mood. "I'm doing the world a favor, especially if it means that they don't have to sacrifice anyone."

"If you're saying what I think you're saying, you aren't the first with that theory." Dante affirmed, taking a close look at the grooves, trying to see if there's any rhyme or reason to them. "I thought that chick was crazy, but I guess it's staring us in the face now.."
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-10-23 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Calm down," Valdis hissed, "The more you react to things, the harder it becomes to keep control."

His negative emotions were merging with the other feelings in the room, and her own horror wasn't helping either. She took a deep breath, trying to find her inner calm, before continuing.

"If I'm not the only one to come to this conclusion," she said, "then yes, it is."

Maybe the enemy really had won.

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2014-10-23 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't need to tell me twice." He tried to keep being his usual collected self. Even if he was upset over this whole ordeal, he wasn't the mourning type. He preferred to fight, and that meant not having a breakdown.

"So then it really is true. Huh." Dante didn't seem quite as shocked by this. He didn't believe it at first, but now that it was confirmed, it made perfect sense.

"Well, now that we know what they were doing, I'd say we have what we came for." Which was his way of saying 'Get me out of here now.'
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-10-23 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Agreed," She said, standing and heading towards the door. Despite how nice the power felt, it wasn't power she wanted, and it was beginning to make her feel emotionally ill. "Let's get out of here."