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Phantasmal Rift Mods ([personal profile] phantasmods) wrote in [community profile] phantasmalrift2018-04-19 11:46 pm
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DUNGEON LOG: AMESTA FOREST

Hello everyone!

Up and the others think that we have enough stabilizers ready for the next expedition! We're going to the forest to the south this time, but it shouldn't be too far for anyone to walk. If you're REALLY going to complain, you can talk to Top on the roof and catch a ride on one of the drones like before.

The scenery's really nice, but there's definitely some kind of magical effect going on in there - as far as we can tell, the day doesn't progress inside the forest. It's stuck a little while after sunset - probably when the Fissure first appeared? (°ヘ°)

Be careful out there! Don't be afraid to call for help if you need it and we'll send a drone your way! o(^▽^)o And Strange says no stupid stunts this time, got it? (;¬д¬)

You'll probably see a big tree on your way there, before you're under the cover of the forest! That's the Infinity Tree, it's a really big willow. Charm can probably tell you more about the mythology if you're interested. He's gonna meet you guys there at the end of the expedition, so try to work your way in that direction as you go!

(。・ω・。)ノ See you when you get back!


After Down's message, characters will find things set up much the way they were last time on the roof. Top is making last-minute adjustments to the drones, and there's tables with food and medical supplies set out - the latter a little sparse compared to last time, so hopefully you kept your first aid kits from before. The table of stabilizers, on the other hand, is much more full.

On your way, you might also see some of what the construction drones have been putting together so noisily these last few days - there's the metal shell of a building, similar to but smaller than the Station, to the immediate west, just off your path to the forest in the distance. Nothing much indicates its function as of yet, though there are significantly more windows.

To the southwest stretches the border of Amesta Forest - about a mile distant, though still easily within sight. As promised, the Infinity Tree sticks up from the far edge, easily visible for those who need a landmark either now or later in the dungeon. If you get lost, you can probably find your way up a tree somewhere to get a perspective on it, and which direction to head in.

The silver mist doesn't begin until some distance into the forest, the time of day gradually changing to the eternal twilight mentioned as you approach the boundary of the Fissure itself. There's no distinct border, just a slow shading towards late afternoon and then sunset while the mist increases around you.

And as the mist wraps around you, and exhaustion you might have felt from the walk out here starts to evaporate... You've well and truly arrived, now. Better keep your eyes open.
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-04-21 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
13th – The Fringes

[Having left Catria at the entrance, Wren is just far enough into the forest to be fully engulfed in the distorted mists when she encounters a blue-haired young woman wearing a grim expression. She actually smiles at the sight, eagerly approaching her, but that happiness is short-lived, for she is quickly met with a sword being pointed straight at her.]

Lucina, what are you—?

[The young Lord scowls, taking a step forward.]

I know what Father said. I know that he may never forgive me... But the entire world hangs in the balance! For everyone's sake, I can't afford to take such risks. I know what what must be done.

[Wren recoils, her eyes widening.]

What?! Why now? Lucina, please, we're not even—

[She's unable to finish her appeal, as Lucina swiftly lunges at her, Falchion in hand. This is utterly unexpected, and so Wren lets out a startled yell, stumbling back on reflex. However, the movement is too clumsy to dodge anything, and the attack strikes true—

only for her terror to turn to confusion as suddenly as upon waking from a nightmare when the blade passes right through her, leaving nothing but a damp chill on her body.]


15th – Fall's Heart

[The first time Wren sees a flash of blond hair among the autumnal trees, she thinks nothing of it. There are a good number of people from the station that could belong to, after all. As the figure substantiates itself, however, she recognizes that it clearly isn't any of them, and once she gets a proper look at the person... well, for a second, she feels like her heart's stopped. In that very moment, all logic vacates the premises of her mind. Never mind that this is most likely just another living dream, there's a chance that it's not, it's entirely possible that she was brought here, that she was spared the consequences of their greatest error—]

Emmeryn?

[She, of course, gets no response as the nigh-angelic woman turns her back and begins walking calmly away.]

Emmeryn! Please, don't... Wait!

[Her pleas once again fall on deaf ears, so without really thinking she pursues. Before long, she's sprinting as quickly as her legs will allow. Emmeryn, for her part, moves with every bit of the serenity and grace she displayed right until the very end, yet no matter how fast Wren runs, the distance between them does not close. She continues to call out desperately, but to no avail; eventually, her voice begins to fail her, and she is unable to force herself onward any longer. Breathing raggedly, her chest burning, she falls to her knees. With the apparition fading into the distance, she barely manages to choke out two quiet words.]

I'm sorry...


16th – Roots of the Infinity Tree (cw: murder, electrocution)

[You find yourself in a sprawling structure, built from sandy bricks and unquestionably ancient. A short series of winding halls lead to a vast room, with pillars reaching beyond sight into a dark space that presumably has a ceiling somewhere. But the architecture is hardly the most attention-catching thing here...

The ground is littered with corpses. A young woman with blond hair in pigtails, stabbed repeatedly through the chest. A green-haired lady with pointed ears, covered in burns. Two youths, a boy and a girl, that could well be identical twins were it not for their sexes and their vastly different hair colors of blue and green, both still convulsing with electricity.

At the center of it all stands Wren. Lying at her feet is the body of an interestingly dressed blue-haired man, along with one that you may well recognize as that of her twin brother. Gripping her Thoron tome tightly in one hand, while the other, empty one is spread open, she stares down at it — or is it at them? — with dead eyes as a rasping, malevolent laugh echoes throughout the great hall.]
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15th

[personal profile] matchmakes 2018-04-22 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She's not the only one who's been seeing Emmeryn, and not the only one chasing after the woman. Robin watches the phantom Emmeryn fade into the distance before he makes his way over to Wren, kneeling at her side.]

Sister...
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-04-22 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Wren barely seems to register her brother's presence. Her eyes flit towards him for a brief moment, but that's all; her head remains pointed toward the ground, her arms hanging limply by her sides. Several seconds pass in silence save her quiet sobs before she forces herself to properly meet his eyes.

She wants to brush him off, tell him she's fine, will be fine, but such a brazen lie simply won't pass her lips. All that comes is a long shuddering breath.]
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[personal profile] matchmakes 2018-04-22 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He's silent as long as she is after that first word came from his mouth. He can't quite hide the pain etched into his own features, but he says nothing. Not yet.

Instead, he just silently wraps his arms around Wren and pulls her into the tightest hug he can manage.

Nothing needs to be said.]
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-04-22 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
[For a second she remains motionless, but then she returns the hug with all the strength she can yet muster, whimpering into Robin's shoulder.

...Gods, what is she doing? He bears this grief just as she does, yet she's the only one losing herself to it, while he stands strong enough for the both of them.]
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[personal profile] matchmakes 2018-04-22 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
[One hand comes up to lightly rub Wren's back... though it might not be long before there's a damp spot appearing on her shoulder. Two years hasn't nearly been long enough for the wounds in either of their hearts to heal... Until now, Robin's been careful only to let it show when he was completely alone...

But the effects of this Fissure have been taxing. He doesn't feel like trying to keep it together.]
Edited 2018-04-22 08:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-04-22 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wren inhales sharply when she feels the warm wetness, so unlike the cold damp left by the dreams. She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a series of breaths, slowly growing more stable. Finally, reopening her eyes, she does her best to look straight at Robin again without actually letting go of him.]

...I'm sorry, Brother. I... I should be stronger than this.
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[personal profile] matchmakes 2018-04-22 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
There's nothing to apologize for, Wren.

[The response is automatic.]

... She still haunts me, too...
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-04-30 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
...

[She lets silence hang in the air for a little while before sighing again and... pouting.]

I miss the beach. I even miss those stupid seagulls.

[Subject change is a go?]
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[personal profile] matchmakes 2018-05-01 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
... No forests for a while after this, yeah?

[He'll just lightly pat her head.]
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-05-01 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Absolutely not.
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[personal profile] matchmakes 2018-05-01 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
As usual, we are in complete agreement. After this, I just want to sleep for a week...
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-05-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
I know you miss Tiki, but trying to emulate her can't be good for you.
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[personal profile] matchmakes 2018-05-01 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
I said I want to, not that I'd do it. [He snorts.]

I still need food and water, after all... But a bit of rest after all this sounds nice.
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-05-01 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
I hope Catria won't feel too neglected if I don't take her out flying for a day or two...
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[personal profile] matchmakes 2018-05-01 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
I think she'll understand... I was kind of sad I didn't have Sain or Melady here with me but now I think it may just be for the better...
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the fringes

[personal profile] shiritai 2018-04-22 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And just as suddenly as a dream, Violet appears. She looks as though she'd been running up until a moment prior and seems just as puzzled by the lack of an anything to fight as Wren is at being decidedly not impaled.

She just stares for a moment, trying to work out what to do. Then, a little hesitantly, she pipes up; ]


... are you injured?
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-04-22 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[And just like that, what Wren thought was Lucina is gone, scattered to the winds. For a short while she's completely lost in bewilderment, but Violet's voice causes her to snap to attention.]

I...

[She looks down, pressing a hand to where Falchion should have rent her body, and finds no sign of damage.]

No. Not at all.

[And how utterly perplexed she is by the fact is clearly audible in her words.]
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[personal profile] shiritai 2018-04-25 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
I see.

[ For another moment, Violet is quiet. Wren isn't hurt, but she's clearly unsettled which is probably reasonable given the circumstances. But if she's not physically injured, then Violet's a little stumped for how to help.

Not that she isn't going to try her best anyway, of course. ]


If you're uninjured, then it would appear to be one of the illusions cast by the forest. If that's the case, you've nothing to fear from them.

[ She's... trying! ]
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[personal profile] thoroff 2018-04-27 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Wren's gaze jerks up to Violet's face, then after a second she pretty much deflates, feeling a little foolish for not realizing the truth of the matter on her own. Of course it was just an illusion. The real Lucina wouldn't be so unreasonable, certainly wouldn't cut her down without warning...]

...Okay. Thank you.
Edited 2018-04-27 11:13 (UTC)