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ENDPLOT | ROLL THE BONES, PART 2
Characters: ALL!
Date: Mid-Late November
Location: In the Dreaming
Situation: It's either Malicant or the Foreigners... and their worlds.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
Locating the Vilii Stone has been dealt with and now it's time to take on Malicant directly. It's a relatively simple interpretation that proves the answer to the conundrum of how to share the object between all involved: shatter it, and make sure everyone has a shard. It clears any remaining taint of Malicant's essence from those who still more it and makes said evil furious. They're all feeling it now-- the throbthrobthrob of his telepathic presence has swamped the caverns where the stone once lay, and the only safe harbour is the Hotel. There's only so long even the Hotel will be able to withstand that force.
Inside the Dreaming, that force can't be felt. Inside the Dreaming, the caverns are reflected on long smooth lines, riveted by sinew and muscle, a true combination of the realms in this space that becomes a living maze to work against them. There are many offshoots, and when the Foreigners arrive in the Dreaming they will find themselves separated, both willingly and unwillingly, three or four apiece to each individual set of caverns that seal behind them. They're going to have to move fast and defend one another. Their collective power is all that remains between Malicant and everything else, and every part of him must be defeated.
He's waiting, but he's not without a plan.
The Foreigners will find that they are facing the embodiments of their greatest fears and weaknesses. An enemy they were never able to defeat, a friend who betrayed them, a fateful event that they couldn't outrun, even a physical feat they could never overcome. Malicant has had a long time to study them, to befriend them as Asti, to gain their trust and exploit their secrets. Where there are individuals, these embodiments will be targeted and where there are groups, they'll be something that encompasses multiple forms.
But the Foreigners are not without recourse: they are in the Dreaming Realm, a plane shaped by willpower, by desire... and even to a degree, by the very fears they are facing. The Gha'nal venom will allow them to manipulate what they perceive as the "reality" around them, and the shard of Vilii Stone they've been given will become a weapon or tool fitting to the situation, to help them.
LINKS
Part 1 - Beneath The Shell/Midnight Hotel | Part 1 - Malicant’s Tools/The Vilii Stone | OOC - Plotting Post
OOC
So here's the final log! There's a lot of freedom for players to write what they feel will be their biggest obstacle to overcome, and how Malicant will appear to be challenging them. The common traits to what all players are going to face are listed in the description above. This log will be open until the end of the month, at which point an interim log and OOC post will be going up.
Date: Mid-Late November
Location: In the Dreaming
Situation: It's either Malicant or the Foreigners... and their worlds.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
Locating the Vilii Stone has been dealt with and now it's time to take on Malicant directly. It's a relatively simple interpretation that proves the answer to the conundrum of how to share the object between all involved: shatter it, and make sure everyone has a shard. It clears any remaining taint of Malicant's essence from those who still more it and makes said evil furious. They're all feeling it now-- the throbthrobthrob of his telepathic presence has swamped the caverns where the stone once lay, and the only safe harbour is the Hotel. There's only so long even the Hotel will be able to withstand that force.
Inside the Dreaming, that force can't be felt. Inside the Dreaming, the caverns are reflected on long smooth lines, riveted by sinew and muscle, a true combination of the realms in this space that becomes a living maze to work against them. There are many offshoots, and when the Foreigners arrive in the Dreaming they will find themselves separated, both willingly and unwillingly, three or four apiece to each individual set of caverns that seal behind them. They're going to have to move fast and defend one another. Their collective power is all that remains between Malicant and everything else, and every part of him must be defeated.
He's waiting, but he's not without a plan.
The Foreigners will find that they are facing the embodiments of their greatest fears and weaknesses. An enemy they were never able to defeat, a friend who betrayed them, a fateful event that they couldn't outrun, even a physical feat they could never overcome. Malicant has had a long time to study them, to befriend them as Asti, to gain their trust and exploit their secrets. Where there are individuals, these embodiments will be targeted and where there are groups, they'll be something that encompasses multiple forms.
But the Foreigners are not without recourse: they are in the Dreaming Realm, a plane shaped by willpower, by desire... and even to a degree, by the very fears they are facing. The Gha'nal venom will allow them to manipulate what they perceive as the "reality" around them, and the shard of Vilii Stone they've been given will become a weapon or tool fitting to the situation, to help them.
LINKS
Part 1 - Beneath The Shell/Midnight Hotel | Part 1 - Malicant’s Tools/The Vilii Stone | OOC - Plotting Post
OOC
So here's the final log! There's a lot of freedom for players to write what they feel will be their biggest obstacle to overcome, and how Malicant will appear to be challenging them. The common traits to what all players are going to face are listed in the description above. This log will be open until the end of the month, at which point an interim log and OOC post will be going up.
Valdis | Part 1 | Closed | Warnings for Blood and Gore
Her paws carried her through the familiar halls, her paws almost silent on the dark, glassy surface, the caverns seemingly empty of any sign of life. It began with a single bone, bleached white as if by the sun, and she barely gave it a single thought as she passed, but soon the sun bleached bones were everywhere and the deeper she went, the more tarnished the bones became. Darker, redder, fresher, until soon she was passing fleshed bodies.
These were no longer the dens she remembered. Hounds did not bring their kills home, did not leave such messes. Her hackles began to rise as the darkness moved, revealing the faces of the dead. She recoiled, stumbling backward, away from Wan's body, only to trip over the bodies of Zuko and Malachi. She swung around, her gaze never lingering as she tried to find a safe place to rest it. The faces of Anton, Dante, Zelgadis and Raine...all frozen, as if they had merely ceased to breathe. Everywhere she looked, more familiar faces, people she knew, even people she hadn't known she cared about, they were all gone. The horror slowly faded into a new emotion, one more painful than returning from death.
She was alone.
A low cackle came from the darkness, and it folded back upon itself, allowing the massive form of the King to pass unhindered. His eyes glittered bright, blood-red in the darkness, his height and weight easily surpassing her own. She would have called him magnificent, but that would have required some sense of nobility on his part. Her ears flattened against her head and she bared her teeth at him, but as he approached, the pressure of his presence caused her to step back, lest he come too near.
"Do my senses deceive me?" He asked, his tone low and somewhat amused, "Or does the Queen tremble at the mere sight of her King?"
Valdis | Part 2 | Closed | Warnings for Blood and Gore
"And why should you rage?" Fenrir asked, stopping his advance, "If anything, it is I who should be angry. My Queen abandoned me and broke the highest law of the pack in her flight." He laughed softly when she bristled. "I know that it is only the burden of the false soul you hold that caused you to kill our packmates. All is forgiven and the problem can be rectified."
"I do not want your forgiveness," She snarled, her weight shifting back as she fought the urge to retreat further. "And my soul is my own."
Fenrir laughed again, sauntering forward once more. "I can see your 'soul'," He hissed, shaking his head, "It is a pathetic, dim little thing, barely holding itself together. Removing it should be simple." His eyes glinted.
"Lies." now she truly was seething with anger, her hackles rose, and she somehow found the will to move against his presence, taking a single step forward. In the blink of an eye, he was at her side.
"I think not," he whispered gently, poking her cheek affectionately with his nose, "Have I ever lied to you before?"
She turned her haunches away, spinning around to snap her jaws down on his muzzle, but he was already gone. An instant later the air was knocked from her as he slammed his full weight into her side. She hit the ground and quickly rolled back onto her feet, just in time to dodge his teeth. She heard them clack shut on air and turned to slam her head into his throat, crushing his windpipe.
He staggered backward, struggling to breathe and for a brief moment she thought she had the upper hand, but then the shadows streamed out from his form and slammed into the magical barrier protecting her soul.
Re: Valdis | Part 3 | Closed | Warnings for Blood and Gore
"No," She snarled. This was her life now, Michael had restored her soul and Fenrir was not going to take it from her. Yet this was a dream, and despite the truths behind the nightmare, she had to remember that it was Malicant and not Fenrir whom she was fighting. With that, the magic exploded outward, forcing Fenrir's power back, dispersing it into nothing. Fenrir howled in rage and lunged at her, but she sidestepped his attack. "You do not scare me," She hissed, "This is my dream, not yours."
"I shall tear your lives from you," Fenrir snarled, "One by one." He began to circle around.
"You can try," She said, preparing for his attack.
They both lunged at the same time, paws scrabbling against the ground, claws running through ebony fur and teeth drawing blood. Too much time passed, injuries were forced to heal faster, the soul engeries were called upon for strength and speed even as the two titans continued to battle. Valdis knew that they were too equally matched, yet this fight could not end with a draw. She pulled away, taking a chunk of his ear with her, even as he tore her shoulder with his teeth when he too retreated. Blood splattered the ground, her blood and Fenrir's blood, more blood than any creature had the right to lose and still live.
"You cannot win," Fenrir said, though he no longer sounded quite so prideful.
Her gaze shifted to the exhausted form of the King. His ear was in the process of healing and she could tell from the fading pain in her shoulder, that her injuries were almost healed as well. Yet the two of them could not do this forever, somehow she had to win.
Valdis | Part 4 | Closed | Warnings for Blood and Gore
A warmth began to spread in her chest and she began to shift. This once, she would embrace humanity and face Fenrir in her human form. The shard of the vilii stone began to warm in her pocket as she completed the shift.
"You think you can face me as a human and live?" Fenrir laughed.
Ignoring him, she focused her mind and the caverns fell away, morphing into the forest from which she had first emerged to begin her life among humans. Fenrir's growls filled the air, but he sounded nervous, uncertain of what she was trying to do. She reached into her pocket and removed the shard. As she held it in her palm, it began to glow softly, slowly increasing in brightness with each passing moment. Then the shard extended, changing into an exact replica of Revelations, the sword Michael had used to defeat her so long ago.
Fenrir lunged, his fury and fear-scent filling the air. She spun aside, bringing the sword around and plunging it into the King's chest, allowing his momentum to drive the blade in, up to the hilt. Blood splattered her face as Fenrir gasped.
"Take that, you bastard," She hissed.
Then Revelations released a burst of light that flung Valdis backwards. She hit the ground and rolled into one of the trees, bruising her back as she struck the thick trunk. The world was splotchy as her eyes readjusted to the change in brightness.
Fenrir was gone. Only Revelations remained, still softly emitting the holy light she had used to defeat Malicant's manifestation of her fear. She slowly got to her feet, wincing when her ribs ground together, but within moments, she was able to move without pain. She walked over to the sword and knelt next to it, reaching out to take it by the hilt. The moment she lifted it, the sword pulsed with light and returned to its origins as the little shard of the Vilii stone.