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Fantasy Terrorchild: Awakening
- Thread starter K0mori
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Damian0358
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turtwigwins
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Embryx's Suggestion
New
K0mori
Servant Supreme
Option 1: 6 Votes (86% - Range: 1-86)
Option 2: 1 Vote (14% - Range: 87-100)
Fae Roll: 68
"Very well," Stalna replies, dutifully. "Hopefully the rest of the circle hasn't ransacked the Mage College while we've been busy."
Embryx gives a carefree smile. "Somehow, I doubt they're going to care that much about curation records and depictions of the other gods," she reasons as you follow her out onto the street. The snow is increasingly deep and piling deeper as the bleak night leaves everything in an impenetrable shadow - a lingering effect of Kulka's unnerving control over the weather. Stalna follows after you, taking out a lantern to help light your paths.
"You didn't want a magical weapon?" you ask her as she joins you.
Wordlessly, she takes out a dagger that she had swiped from the armory cabinet while you were busy admiring your new sickle. "...I just didn't make a fuss of it," she says.
"Fair enough," you reply with a shrug. "I wonder what they're going to do with all those wands and staves we saw at the Mage College earlier... If nobody's done it yet, I think they should gather up all those implements and keep them on hand. It wouldn't surprise me if a dozen new witches make themselves known to us in the next few weeks."
Embryx grunts in agreement. "...They probably should've already started, if that's what they're gonna do. It's going to be miserable, digging through all this snow to find them."
"Maybe we should've kept some of the undead; they'd have been pretty useful for this," Stalna suggests.
Stalna shines her lantern ahead of you as you push into the library archives, noticing the beads of moisture on the walls and shelves as you pass and wondering how soon it will be before the cold, wet air begins to destroy these carefully-kept records. Although concerned, a part of you feels a dark satisfaction, knowing that some of the lost items here will be replaced by the literature of the coven - newly-written literature, made possible by your conquest. With Silanae on the throne, witches and warlocks will finally be allowed to roam these halls, existing as contemporaries of the students here for the first time, rather than an abstract threat - a horror - needing stomped out with absolute prejudice.
At least, that's how you hope that the new Queen will handle it. Based on what you know of her so far, you could easily imagine her reigniting the war between light and dark magic for her own amusement, as she doesn't quite grasp how truly awful life has been for most dark mages. How could she? She's always been a rich, pompous parasite. Regardless of whether Silanae does the right thing or not, on some level you still hope little Alina will come back and kill her one day.
You reach the tapestry again.
"So... What are we looking for, exactly?" Embryx asks. "Like, do you think it'll be on a scroll, or in a ledger...?"
You move to a nearby shelf and begin taking the books down, one by one, so that you can flip through their pages and scan for anything which might suggest that it's a catalog of the library's artifacts. "I don't know. Just start looking and let me know if you see anything that's about this library itself," you reply.
Stalna sets the lantern down and joins the two of you as you get to work. Names and locations of holy places. A history of staves and an analysis of their construction. Ingredients for potion-making. No, no, no. Famous mages throughout history? A guide to healing through magic? Nooooo. The outer limits of prognostication? Huh? Magical creatures of the northern tundra... Boring. The dark arts and how to combat them?
"Embryx, hold this, it'll be funny later," you say, handing her the book.
As Embryx cracks a smile at the find, Stalna speaks up.
"I found it," she says.
You walk both walk over to join her and peer down at the ledger she's holding. The Collected Works of Thandan Mage College. YES!
It takes some time, flipping through the pages, before you finally spot a reference to a tapestry. As you get into the paragraph written below, the story unfolds before you:
1. Believe the First Interpretation - You sigh. "...I'm sorry. I just can't see myself up there," you say as you gaze back up at the tapestry. "Whatever he saw, it wasn't me. If that means I have to believe Syrith was a tabaxi who looks just like me, I will."
2. Believe the Second Interpretation - "Forget the apocalypse shit. The second one sounds the most like me, doesn't it?" you ask the others.
3. Believe the Third Interpretation - "Huh." You stand and crack a smile, even as you feel sick to your stomach. "Alright then."
4. Reject all Interpretations - "It's all bullshit," you say, shaking your head. "Honestly, how can they claim to know who every single one of these people are supposed to be, all except the one that looks like me? I can hardly figure out whether half of these guys are supposed to be humans or elves..."
Option 2: 1 Vote (14% - Range: 87-100)
Fae Roll: 68
"Very well," Stalna replies, dutifully. "Hopefully the rest of the circle hasn't ransacked the Mage College while we've been busy."
Embryx gives a carefree smile. "Somehow, I doubt they're going to care that much about curation records and depictions of the other gods," she reasons as you follow her out onto the street. The snow is increasingly deep and piling deeper as the bleak night leaves everything in an impenetrable shadow - a lingering effect of Kulka's unnerving control over the weather. Stalna follows after you, taking out a lantern to help light your paths.
"You didn't want a magical weapon?" you ask her as she joins you.
Wordlessly, she takes out a dagger that she had swiped from the armory cabinet while you were busy admiring your new sickle. "...I just didn't make a fuss of it," she says.
"Fair enough," you reply with a shrug. "I wonder what they're going to do with all those wands and staves we saw at the Mage College earlier... If nobody's done it yet, I think they should gather up all those implements and keep them on hand. It wouldn't surprise me if a dozen new witches make themselves known to us in the next few weeks."
Embryx grunts in agreement. "...They probably should've already started, if that's what they're gonna do. It's going to be miserable, digging through all this snow to find them."
"Maybe we should've kept some of the undead; they'd have been pretty useful for this," Stalna suggests.
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You arrive at the Mage College for the second time, and find it appearing deceptively tranquil, now that the remaining dead bodies are fully-hidden beneath the blanket of snow - nothing but indistinct lumps in the wash of white. You levitate yourself and your two allies so that you can glide easily down the unseen stairs toward the central building where the library is located. Inside, you find that the lights have been fully extinguished from neglect, but the College has been left largely unmolested... Now that you think of it, you should have realized this would be the case when you didn't see footsteps in the snow outside.
Stalna shines her lantern ahead of you as you push into the library archives, noticing the beads of moisture on the walls and shelves as you pass and wondering how soon it will be before the cold, wet air begins to destroy these carefully-kept records. Although concerned, a part of you feels a dark satisfaction, knowing that some of the lost items here will be replaced by the literature of the coven - newly-written literature, made possible by your conquest. With Silanae on the throne, witches and warlocks will finally be allowed to roam these halls, existing as contemporaries of the students here for the first time, rather than an abstract threat - a horror - needing stomped out with absolute prejudice.
At least, that's how you hope that the new Queen will handle it. Based on what you know of her so far, you could easily imagine her reigniting the war between light and dark magic for her own amusement, as she doesn't quite grasp how truly awful life has been for most dark mages. How could she? She's always been a rich, pompous parasite. Regardless of whether Silanae does the right thing or not, on some level you still hope little Alina will come back and kill her one day.
You reach the tapestry again.
"So... What are we looking for, exactly?" Embryx asks. "Like, do you think it'll be on a scroll, or in a ledger...?"
You move to a nearby shelf and begin taking the books down, one by one, so that you can flip through their pages and scan for anything which might suggest that it's a catalog of the library's artifacts. "I don't know. Just start looking and let me know if you see anything that's about this library itself," you reply.
Stalna sets the lantern down and joins the two of you as you get to work. Names and locations of holy places. A history of staves and an analysis of their construction. Ingredients for potion-making. No, no, no. Famous mages throughout history? A guide to healing through magic? Nooooo. The outer limits of prognostication? Huh? Magical creatures of the northern tundra... Boring. The dark arts and how to combat them?
"Embryx, hold this, it'll be funny later," you say, handing her the book.
As Embryx cracks a smile at the find, Stalna speaks up.
"I found it," she says.
You walk both walk over to join her and peer down at the ledger she's holding. The Collected Works of Thandan Mage College. YES!
It takes some time, flipping through the pages, before you finally spot a reference to a tapestry. As you get into the paragraph written below, the story unfolds before you:
The Pantheon of Seven Sleeps - Moktu of Holgo - 2nd Era, 980
Famed practitioner of divination, Moktu of Holgo, created this masterpiece over the course of seven years of exhaustive work, in which he repeatedly viewed the futures of individual gods and goddesses, recording details of their physical appearance and relics upon scraps of birch bark, before adding each figure to this gallery. Moktu spoke of a "great meeting hall" in which all of his visions converged, and all who are seen in the tapestry meet for some momentous occasion. At the time of its completion, many figures were unknown, but by the time of Moktu's death in 2nd Era, 998, five of the more than 30 "strangers" were identified through the efforts of other researchers.
Throughout the 3rd Era, further efforts were made to test the validity of Moktu's efforts, with nearly all eventually being vindicated. Many of the figures seen in Moktu's visions have been identified not as gods, but as saints and prophets. Saint Pak, depicted aside Upa, was born two decades after Moktu's death in a particularly poignant example of the accuracy of his predictions. Moktu himself, although not depicted in his own masterpiece, has since been regarded as a prophet for his work. As of the 5th Era, 41, all but a single figure have been identified.
That final unknown figure, a tabaxi female, is sometimes argued to be a depiction of Syrith, although this cannot be proven or disproven due to the lack of any other known depiction of the Goddess of Dark Magic. It is doubtful that Moktu glimpsed a figure which has sought obscurity from all other would-be observers for centuries. Another theory posits that this figure represents a disciple of Syrith's teachings, as the triangular object in her hands appears similar to the evil relic known as the Pandemonium Door. Proponents of this theory suggest that a witch of considerable strength will appear at some future date to seize the Door. However, detractors claim that such a controversial figure would never be welcomed to meet with the divine, unlike all others depicted here.
A final theory posits that the figure is neither Syrith nor any of her disciples, but is instead a new goddess, whose appearance is a dark omen - as signified by the Pandemonium Door's presence. Those in favor of such an interpretation believe that the figure may be the physical embodiment of doom - an apocalyptic figure who will not appear to the world until the alignment of events signals the coming of the end of days. This, they argue, would explain her presence at the table - a grim but necessary end to the story of man and mer.
"Holy shit," Embryx says as you finish reading the description together. "I don't know what I expected, but the end of the world wasn't it."Famed practitioner of divination, Moktu of Holgo, created this masterpiece over the course of seven years of exhaustive work, in which he repeatedly viewed the futures of individual gods and goddesses, recording details of their physical appearance and relics upon scraps of birch bark, before adding each figure to this gallery. Moktu spoke of a "great meeting hall" in which all of his visions converged, and all who are seen in the tapestry meet for some momentous occasion. At the time of its completion, many figures were unknown, but by the time of Moktu's death in 2nd Era, 998, five of the more than 30 "strangers" were identified through the efforts of other researchers.
Throughout the 3rd Era, further efforts were made to test the validity of Moktu's efforts, with nearly all eventually being vindicated. Many of the figures seen in Moktu's visions have been identified not as gods, but as saints and prophets. Saint Pak, depicted aside Upa, was born two decades after Moktu's death in a particularly poignant example of the accuracy of his predictions. Moktu himself, although not depicted in his own masterpiece, has since been regarded as a prophet for his work. As of the 5th Era, 41, all but a single figure have been identified.
That final unknown figure, a tabaxi female, is sometimes argued to be a depiction of Syrith, although this cannot be proven or disproven due to the lack of any other known depiction of the Goddess of Dark Magic. It is doubtful that Moktu glimpsed a figure which has sought obscurity from all other would-be observers for centuries. Another theory posits that this figure represents a disciple of Syrith's teachings, as the triangular object in her hands appears similar to the evil relic known as the Pandemonium Door. Proponents of this theory suggest that a witch of considerable strength will appear at some future date to seize the Door. However, detractors claim that such a controversial figure would never be welcomed to meet with the divine, unlike all others depicted here.
A final theory posits that the figure is neither Syrith nor any of her disciples, but is instead a new goddess, whose appearance is a dark omen - as signified by the Pandemonium Door's presence. Those in favor of such an interpretation believe that the figure may be the physical embodiment of doom - an apocalyptic figure who will not appear to the world until the alignment of events signals the coming of the end of days. This, they argue, would explain her presence at the table - a grim but necessary end to the story of man and mer.
1. Believe the First Interpretation - You sigh. "...I'm sorry. I just can't see myself up there," you say as you gaze back up at the tapestry. "Whatever he saw, it wasn't me. If that means I have to believe Syrith was a tabaxi who looks just like me, I will."
2. Believe the Second Interpretation - "Forget the apocalypse shit. The second one sounds the most like me, doesn't it?" you ask the others.
3. Believe the Third Interpretation - "Huh." You stand and crack a smile, even as you feel sick to your stomach. "Alright then."
4. Reject all Interpretations - "It's all bullshit," you say, shaking your head. "Honestly, how can they claim to know who every single one of these people are supposed to be, all except the one that looks like me? I can hardly figure out whether half of these guys are supposed to be humans or elves..."
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