ENDPLOT | ROLL THE BONES, PART 2

[ironwood]

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.

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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.

Comments

[ruinsprofessor]

Raine's jacket was likely never going to be quite the same, but the woman herself looked fine, if perhaps a little paler than normal. "I did notice that, yes," she said, a little pointedly. She had definitely not meant physically. But she didn't push the matter, whether it was an intentional dodge or simple distraction.

She very much wanted to know how that had come to be, too, but this was certainly not the time and place. "I'm fine," Raine said in a moment. "Tired, but that's all." She sighed a little, letting tension go with breath. One hand came up to press absently near her heart, but that, too, had healed well enough. "I hope the others have fared better."

[insertdadjoke]

Cain regarded the damage to her clothes with curiosity. Some of them, he could recognize where they had come from but one in particular was unrecognized. It didn't matter all that much, but he did make sure to place them somewhere safe in his mind; most of those injuries had been from his own demons coming after someone willing to protect him. It was the least he could do not to shrug it off.

Looking down to his own clothes, Cain grimaced at the terrible amounts of damage. It sucked and he lost a lot of his wardrobe that way during particularly unlucky periods, but it was a fact of life by now. However... he considered that, and then as he stood and helped Raine do the same, his clothes had changed into something less shred-like and into a proper polo and jeans. "Why don't we go find them and see?"

[ruinsprofessor]

She took the hand up with a nod of thanks, and brushed herself off a little, as if that would help the truly lamentable state of things. In a moment or two she followed his example and willed her clothes back to something a bit more presentable, but whether that would last once they left the Dreaming was anyone's guess.

It would do for now, however. "All right," Raine said, and took a deep breath, appreciating the fact that she could still do so. "Let's go, then."