[ once everyone has settled themselves - healed what needs healing (only shoma, poor kid), io looks at temenos and gives a very tired look because he sure wishes that were the fucking case, father. ]
Considering the sounds, I think you know the answer already. [ wipes mouth, spits on ground. eugh. ]
Pretty sure we're as close as we can be to the end. Nowhere else to go. So... let's finish this.
[ personas self for one minor heal in the head a little too comfortably.
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now. we are just gonna get this party started. it is time to press forward once the group is ready. as they move, they'll see the burrow itself is barely lit, these striations continuing to vaguely illuminate, but dimming the further inside, the pulsing continuing more and more.
at the end of it is... of course... a cavern, circular with what look to be strange fountains made from earth and stone around the place, oozing thick, dark liquid in spurts into their pools. the coppery scent on the air tells you that it's blood, as well. they are each flanked by torches within reaching distance. you can see signs that humans... have been here. have worked here. old footprints, old tools on the ground (picks, shovels, etc. ripe for the bludgeoning of things) but... that's not the most important part, of course.
in front of you… a monstrosity leers down with it's enormous, main head, cascading down it's bloated body are faces and limbs, fatted off the bodies it has eaten. there are steer horns here on the ground, cattle skulls, and the bones of people... including skulls. you can see it, the tortured faces of the girl and the man stuck on this bloated body, and what’s worse, the tortured faces of the workers you have seen - butchers and washing woman alike.
there’s a bulbous gathering of fibers to the leftmost arm, with a large series of bulging, bubbly muscles, another to the rightmost one, which is long and spindly with claw-like fingers. there's a third arm, dead center of it with black-tipped fingers, and then... there's its head, which you can more than easily bait downwards by being your delicious, annoying selves. it snarls down at you because how the literal fuck did you get out of the roots? how did you pull yourselves out of bliss?
sheer fucking spite, perhaps.
as it roars, the ceiling shivers, but doesn't threaten to break like the concrete. it's made of sterner stuff. for the moment, it looks like it's shocked, clicking its too-flat teeth, observing you as it stretches out its palms to brace itself, digging into the ground. in a voice of hundreds, no, thousands... 1,800 voices. ]
Merge with us. Return to us. We love you. Don't split off. You hurt without us just as much as I hurt, torn out of you… Return to our body, our body is our people…
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Considering the sounds, I think you know the answer already. [ wipes mouth, spits on ground. eugh. ]
Pretty sure we're as close as we can be to the end. Nowhere else to go. So... let's finish this.
[ personas self for one minor heal in the head a little too comfortably.
-
now. we are just gonna get this party started. it is time to press forward once the group is ready. as they move, they'll see the burrow itself is barely lit, these striations continuing to vaguely illuminate, but dimming the further inside, the pulsing continuing more and more.
at the end of it is... of course... a cavern, circular with what look to be strange fountains made from earth and stone around the place, oozing thick, dark liquid in spurts into their pools. the coppery scent on the air tells you that it's blood, as well. they are each flanked by torches within reaching distance. you can see signs that humans... have been here. have worked here. old footprints, old tools on the ground (picks, shovels, etc. ripe for the bludgeoning of things) but... that's not the most important part, of course.
in front of you… a monstrosity leers down with it's enormous, main head, cascading down it's bloated body are faces and limbs, fatted off the bodies it has eaten. there are steer horns here on the ground, cattle skulls, and the bones of people... including skulls. you can see it, the tortured faces of the girl and the man stuck on this bloated body, and what’s worse, the tortured faces of the workers you have seen - butchers and washing woman alike.
there’s a bulbous gathering of fibers to the leftmost arm, with a large series of bulging, bubbly muscles, another to the rightmost one, which is long and spindly with claw-like fingers. there's a third arm, dead center of it with black-tipped fingers, and then... there's its head, which you can more than easily bait downwards by being your delicious, annoying selves. it snarls down at you because how the literal fuck did you get out of the roots? how did you pull yourselves out of bliss?
sheer fucking spite, perhaps.as it roars, the ceiling shivers, but doesn't threaten to break like the concrete. it's made of sterner stuff. for the moment, it looks like it's shocked, clicking its too-flat teeth, observing you as it stretches out its palms to brace itself, digging into the ground. in a voice of hundreds, no, thousands... 1,800 voices. ]
Merge with us. Return to us. We love you. Don't split off. You hurt without us just as much as I hurt, torn out of you… Return to our body, our body is our people…
[ combat can begin. ]