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phantasmalrift2018-10-26 03:46 am
phantasmods) wrote in 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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But we don’t know where it really is...
[He lightly sweeps his hand over the crystal, as if trying to dust away the distance to get closer to it.]
Do you think it’ll tell us? [And then, remembering to address the crystal:] Where can we find you?
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It's okay if you're not whole. You don't have to be whole to be complete. [Personal experience tells him that. Maybe that's not true of whatever this primordial god-like force of magic and time and space and bullshit is, but it's worth saying. He feels it's worth saying.]
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And then suddenly, the basement is cold. Ice cold. It's cold enough that everyone's breaths should be coming out in plumes of white but when that pointedly doesn't happen, it becomes clear this is the entity's doing. Something it's trying to communicate.
The temperature continues to drop and there comes an image. Mountains, caked with thick, powdery snow. Something deeper, deeper, in the mountains. In the caves, in the core – there's something there. Whether it's the entity or not is unclear. ]
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[A glance to Church.]
...I'm not, for the record.
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Wh- [Brief pause for a shiver.] Whatever's there, it's got to be important to it, right? So we should go, and figure it out when the time comes!
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