Phantasmal Rift Mods (
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phantasmalrift2018-10-26 03:46 am
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DUNGEON LOG - SILVEREAGLE MANOR
The day of the expedition dawns bright and early - are you all packed? Extra socks stowed in your hammerspace or with a hammerspace-wielding friend? Because - as the androids will tell you before you leave - this expedition is going to be a bit longer than usual.
After all, Silvereagle Manor is quite far in the mountains - even from Incendia, a slightly nearer starting point than Keystone Station, it's almost a full day's journey by glider. The vehicle that leads the way - piloted by Tau as before - is a bit bigger and clunkier than usual. Muon swoops around the main group of gliders at random, a yellow streak in the rain, while Neutrino - in a grey and black checkered glider - brings up the rear.
The reason why is revealed shortly after it lands, as spiderlike legs unfold from the sides of where Tau has carefully landed it just inside the gates of the manor. Within half an hour, a large canopy - almost too much to be called a tent - has unfolded, providing shelter from the rain and a place outside of the manor itself for everyone to sleep.
After all, even before you reach the boundaries of the base camp - floored by ivy tangles that the androids are rapidly working to clear to reveal the paving stones beneath - you'll notice that not all is right with yourself. And the far side of the tent, away from the gate, is within not only the main Fissure, but a Subfissure as well - they certainly seem to be becoming more common.
Perhaps more relevant, though, is the feeling that, once you pass beyond the plastic barrier of the canopy, you've entered into a ghost story...
After all, Silvereagle Manor is quite far in the mountains - even from Incendia, a slightly nearer starting point than Keystone Station, it's almost a full day's journey by glider. The vehicle that leads the way - piloted by Tau as before - is a bit bigger and clunkier than usual. Muon swoops around the main group of gliders at random, a yellow streak in the rain, while Neutrino - in a grey and black checkered glider - brings up the rear.
The reason why is revealed shortly after it lands, as spiderlike legs unfold from the sides of where Tau has carefully landed it just inside the gates of the manor. Within half an hour, a large canopy - almost too much to be called a tent - has unfolded, providing shelter from the rain and a place outside of the manor itself for everyone to sleep.
After all, even before you reach the boundaries of the base camp - floored by ivy tangles that the androids are rapidly working to clear to reveal the paving stones beneath - you'll notice that not all is right with yourself. And the far side of the tent, away from the gate, is within not only the main Fissure, but a Subfissure as well - they certainly seem to be becoming more common.
Perhaps more relevant, though, is the feeling that, once you pass beyond the plastic barrier of the canopy, you've entered into a ghost story...

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Have you been practicing with those wings?
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Dragon wings are super different from these, plus being a different shape on top of that... And. Bigger.
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[Once she's sure Akira has her footing, she starts around toward the front of the building.]
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[She's... not sure how quickly that's going to be happening, though.]
... That still beat going down to the second floor, though.
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[Oh, she's aware that's unlikely, and her tone is clearly joking, but she has to wonder...]
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[Wow, her cheeks sure are turning red.]
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[Wordless sympathetic pats. That's rough, buddy.]
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Ugh, dammit. I hate how picky this is about what counts as hiding things.
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But of course the ground has to be covered in all this damn overgrowth...
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[Huff.]
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[Unlike SOME people, she can still be hurt by mundane things!]
Fuck the mines.
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... Seeing everyone's condition afterward... it was like I was back to that pathetic, powerless me from April.
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