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TIAMAT EVENT (CARETAKER)
( as you venture inside, you see clear signs of . . . something. there's more fur, more blood, more metal, and the air seems thicker.
the blue liquid trail leads you to. . .
a huge hole of darkness.
the air around it is warped, strange, almost like it isn't truly there at all. you don't get a good look at it before it sucks you inside. you do, however, definitely catch sight of the giant sigil that's been scratched into the floor. it may be familiar to some of you.
then—
you're falling. falling, falling, falling, but there is no ground in sight. there is only darkness and the faint glow of blue liquid trickling downward. it's quiet here, so quiet that you can only hear the thoughts inside of your own head and the steady drip of liquid.
ᴅʀɪᴘ DRIP ᴅʀɪᴘ DRIP ᴅʀɪᴘ.
then there is PAIN. it starts in your chest and sears its way across your limbs like a wildfire. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. it hurts so bad that your vision tints red and all the thoughts sap from your head. you are alone with nothing but the sound of dripping and the sound of your body contorting. pop. snap. your body is changing, but you can't register any of it. you only know pain. it's enough to make one wish for the sweet release of death.
it feels like it goes on for years, one smeared eternity of blinding hurt. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so fucking much! there's nothing you wouldn't do to stop it! nothing, nothing, nothing!
thankfully, you don't have to.
it all fades away like nothing as soon as your paws touch the ground. you feel better! great, in fact! strong as a hundred men and faster than any wildcat.
you let out a impressive snarl before finally blacking out. maybe that was all a bit too much? )
the blue liquid trail leads you to. . .
a huge hole of darkness.
the air around it is warped, strange, almost like it isn't truly there at all. you don't get a good look at it before it sucks you inside. you do, however, definitely catch sight of the giant sigil that's been scratched into the floor. it may be familiar to some of you.
then—
you're falling. falling, falling, falling, but there is no ground in sight. there is only darkness and the faint glow of blue liquid trickling downward. it's quiet here, so quiet that you can only hear the thoughts inside of your own head and the steady drip of liquid.
ᴅʀɪᴘ DRIP ᴅʀɪᴘ DRIP ᴅʀɪᴘ.
then there is PAIN. it starts in your chest and sears its way across your limbs like a wildfire. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. it hurts so bad that your vision tints red and all the thoughts sap from your head. you are alone with nothing but the sound of dripping and the sound of your body contorting. pop. snap. your body is changing, but you can't register any of it. you only know pain. it's enough to make one wish for the sweet release of death.
it feels like it goes on for years, one smeared eternity of blinding hurt. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so fucking much! there's nothing you wouldn't do to stop it! nothing, nothing, nothing!
thankfully, you don't have to.
it all fades away like nothing as soon as your paws touch the ground. you feel better! great, in fact! strong as a hundred men and faster than any wildcat.
you let out a impressive snarl before finally blacking out. maybe that was all a bit too much? )
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( looking at her from behind the mask. )
You must bear with it for now.
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[Going to try tearing that mask off because at least be personable and not weird]
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there are no eyes. . . no. . . anything. just horrific burns. )
. . . I do not appreciate this, Lady Callie. You are testing my patience.
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Good, because I left my patience behind at my husband's estate.
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Then let us not tarry. Ask me a different question.
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Then point me where I can tear something's throat out, just let me get this taken care of.
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All I request is for you to answer a few questions.
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Do the ends justify the means? Such as, would you hesitate to take a life to save others?
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Force or persuasion? Which is better?
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However, I wish for you to move forward.
( extends her delicate hands towards her. she is almost ghostly white and her fingertips are decorated with gold claws. )
Take my hands. I ask that you pray. It does not matter for what.
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[Grabbing the hands and muttering something under her breath about hoping to stab something.]
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Thank you. That is all I need to accept the trade.
( the Mother pulls away, before slowly standing up. she is very small. with a nod, she begins to slowly walk towards the altar where she then crouches down, pressing her hands against both a black and white tile simultaneously. it responds to her touch, faintly glowing with a yellow light before the floor makes way to reveal a dark passageway.
go forward. )