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At last, the final sight of the Tartarian Descent Team is engulfed by the interminable darkness.
The Great Seal rends the earth with a deafening quake, as it slides nearly shut, open only by a hairsbreadth. The Loyal Kerberos, ten thousand Umbral Hounds strong, holds one end of Shei's Black Thread in one of his mouths. He leers at it contemptuously, but holds it nonetheless as agreed.
Most of the others accompanying Sir Pryce cannot look anymore at the Great Seal, ready to direct their thoughts to anything other than the fates of their friends… and foes. Sir Estuary is the only one who seems composed. He looks to Pryce, and with a slight bow of his head, says, "Perhaps we should make for the surface, milord. We have no further business here."
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>>766371Zjetya nods, and with Alloy's help, she drags the villager down to the ground floor. By now, other guests of the inn are coming out to check out the commotion.
Back in your room, you find that Hopper's sitting in a bowl of water. Zjetya must have poured him that to ease his throat after all that emergency screeching.
No.766375
>>766372Pryce picks up Hopper with his bowl, not wanting to leave any of them alone now after this incident. He then follows down as they move the villager to the ground floor.
"Suppose we should start with asking who sent him to drill the doors before making any further accusations."
No.766377
>>766375The villager's been sat down at a table in the dining hall. A few others are gathered, Grantz and his guards among them. Some are wearing comfy-looking pajamas and nightcaps.
Zjetya turns to you as you draw near. "Pryce… did you clobber this guy on the head or something?"
The villager's just sitting there, eyes straight forward. He isn't bound, and while he's restrained tightly, he shows no discomfort, nor even distress at having been captured.
No.766379
>>766377"I used a stun spell when Hopper woke us up, why?"
When Pryce looks past and sees the villager staring blankly, he is a little concerned.
"It wouldn't last this long… Hold on."
Pryce's horn glows as he attempts to unweave the magic on the villager, wondering if maybe he went too hard at the suddenness of it.
>Spellweaving [1d10]
>SPELLWEAVINGAttribute: Buff/Debuff
Tags: Spell; Ranged
Effect: Target any Spell-tagged Effect and on success, Negate and/or Dispel it; You can then use that Effect for your own purposes with the original roll.
Duration: N/A
Recharge: The Recharge period of the Spell Effect you Unweaved
Roll #1 5 = 5 No.766380
>>766379You can tell that you've removed what little remained of your magic from the villager. However, there wasn't enough power there for him to be stunned this badly. Still, the villager remains blank-faced. Zjetya says a few words to him, but there's no response whatsoever, not even a twitch or a blink that might signal that he even heard her.
"Here," Grantz says, stepping forward. "Let me t–"
Grantz drops his arm down like a falling tree, ready to crush the villager's head. He stops short with perfect control, his hoof less than a centimeter from the villager's eyes… but there was no reaction whatsoever from the villager. Even Grantz's guards flinched a little, but the hostage, not at all.
No.766384
>>766380Even Pryce flinches with Grantz's action. With nothing drawing a response, Pryce grows concerned.
"They drilled the door, so they were able to act before… Could they have been controlled to do that?"
Thinking of other solutions, Pryce steps up to the villager, putting a hoof on their shoulder as his horn glows white, attempting a deeper dispel if this cause is magical.
>Mantra of Purity [1d10+1]>Pallisade [Auto]
>MANTRA OF PURITYAttribute: Buff
Tags: Instant
Effect: Dispel all Status Effects on the Target and makes them immune to Status Effects for the next 3 Turns
Duration: 3 Turns
Recharge: 1 Turn
>PALISADEAttribute: Buff
Tag: Automatic
Effect: Choose one Ally. Negate any Spell-tagged effect that affects yourself or them for 3 Turns.
Duration: 3 Turns
Recharge: 2 Turns after Effect ends
Roll #1 5 + 1 = 6 No.766388
>>766384You sense that something has indeed affected the villager, something supernatural in origin… but whatever it is, it is far beyond the boundaries of mere magic.
Grantz nods. "Looks that way. He's no mere stoic. Hypnosis, maybe… he might have handlers, then."
Two pegasi descend from the sunroof of the inn. They report to Grantz. He nods, and looks to you. "Seems like there were others, but they slipped away."
No.766389
>>766388"Whatever it is, it's something serious."
"If there was a group… Could this be preventative? Something to shut a pony down if they got caught to not say anything?"
Pryce thinks a moment.
"I wonder, could it just be physical…"
Pryce's horn glows white again, and he taps it to the villager's head to form a link, wondering if they're still conscious in any way.
>White Thread [Auto]
>WHITE THREADSAttribute: Buff
Tags: Spell; Ranged; Automatic
Effect: Create a telepathic link with the Target.
Duration: Until Dispelled
Recharge: N/A
No.766422
>>766388>>766389>Add this before Pryce casts White Threads."I'm going to make a mental connection, see if he's still conscious in any ways."
No.766455
>>766422>>766389Just as a blanket or garment becomes wrinkled, folding over itself, so too does the world around you fold. You are certain you finished your warning to the others, before turning back to the inert villager. Yet as you reach out to his mind, the memory of your words warps, as if you were already meeting your consciousness to his before you finished speaking. And then– the sinking.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwotQAI51AU [Volume Warning, some notes randomly much louder than others]An incredible vertigo overtakes you, as does an incredible, rushing recession inward, as though you collapsed into yourself at the same time that your senses expand in every direction, a full sphere about you, seeing both above and below, heaven earth tartarus earth water fire air wood metal. And the senses earthly and senses lower gather up anguish. Pains of the joints and the back. Cuts deep and infected. Persisting paranoia of pain recurring, twinging aches, demons around corners and below overhangs and behind eyes. War and demons and arguments and unreliable wagon needs repairing again and clothes wearing thin and foods losing taste and the sneaking suspicions and the unbearable disappointment of waking up from dreamlands far preferable to this world. Anguish constant, piling up, dirt that fills no matter how much you dig away and tribute tax increases each moon and neighbor's been stealing my firewood even if I can't prove it and will grandfather be able to stand and grandmother keep forgetting or will she finally recognize us againhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeCMnRN9mv8Yet– you begin to rise, for the other end of your White Thread has been rising all this time, until the Threads are above you, and indeed they spin upwards, meeting the sunlight to twist into a joyous golden ladder staircase ramp helix, an impossible distance ascending. Yet it is not so impossible after all, for what is impossible with joygladness lovingkindness and gratitude, gratitude? impossible is nothing now! In the skies the villager flies with no movement of wings, wings spread wide to the sky all around you, a marble of white and blue and clouds and light where there is nothing but love and light and the 333 numbers of 7777777 angels pulling and turning the gearworks as one, pulling upwards all the millions strong family of the chosen ones of the ######## #####!You're being pulled upward with them– and your wings spread like the villager's.
No.766463
>>766455Pryce shuts his eyes when the vertigo hits him, half to keep steady and half in shock from the reaction. This hasn't happened when he used the thread before… He opens his eyes after a few seconds, steeling himself to the possibility that this pony must have suffered immense mental trauma to give a reaction like this.
The senses are almost overwhelming, he feels heavy as this all rushes through his mind, Pryce can only feel concern for the anguish that must've been tolerated. Relief comes as it breaks to the warm bliss. Pryce looks up, eyes following the thread as it goes upward. He almost begins to follow it, seeing the good here, a positive light in this mind.
But as he sees the angels, he cannot see this as good. His mind can only think of the Rapture, and the abduction of so many. It is then he sees himself being pulled up as well, and he immediately pulls back against it, fighting against the force that lifts him up.
>Resist [1d10]Roll #1 1 = 1 No.766469
>>766463You rise and ascend and elevate and vibrate, higher in joy and frequency and wavelength waves, waves of the things all things, all love-quotients with responsible sustainable love element for existence great and small, rising up lines, axes, graphs, matrices? Even that a useful illusion, all paths, narrow but many, united in love, a universal song-language! Prosperity here on this earth and in the clouds! Numbers arising ascending into the infinite! Number-paths to the new heaven-age! Numbers, infinite! Numbers comprise the angels, 256 bit integer unsigned angels! Floating double angels! All booleans healed, all negatives absolute value truth! Love product and quotient, music is money math paid to Caesar, profits for prophets!The D##co##c L#r#s are here and free! They're here!!! they're here!!! accept them accept them accept them accept themYou feel something curling around your hoof… a string… soft, delicate, yet sturdy… the silk of a spider?
No.766470
>>766469Pryce can't help but smile against his will. The infinite joy bounding about is infectious, how could you not have the biggest grin?
When Pryce feels the string touch his hoof, he reaches down and takes hold immediately. Anything to keep himself bound to the ground.
>Pull Down [1d10]Roll #1 8 = 8 No.766473
>>766470"For shame, Sir Pryce! You need to get your ass back in church if you're falling for this bullshit!" a voice scolds you as you grasp the thread.
The voice– instantly and unmistakably familiar. That of the old Spider himself.
Forces rocket you downward, through the dark clouds… yet somehow, once you're past the brief terror of falling, the sensation of being on the ground once more is a world more comfortable than that of floating. You're back in the dining-hall of the inn. The villager remains inert before you, and Zjetya and Buiwong– no, you double-take, and see Alloy… standing there, grimacing with concern.
No.766474
>>766473A brief sense of panic shoots through Pryce as he hears Buiwong's voice, and contention of this being a saving grace.
He shuts his eyes again at the sudden falling, tensed until well after he feels the ground solid again below him. When he finally opens them and sees he's back in the inn. Again, he freezes momentarily at the sight of Buiwong, only loosening after he blinks and sees it is Alloy next to Zjetya.
"I'm… I'm back," He says, more to assure himself, taking a deep breath, shaken from the experience.
No.766476
>>766474"What do you mean, back?" Zjetya asks. "…you went somewhere?"
By her tone, you sense no disbelief… only a growing sense of horror. Alloy says nothing, and by the look on his face, he knows already what happened.
No.766478
>>766476"I… How long has it been since I connected the thread to the villager?" Pryce asks. Seeing Alloy's face, the remembering the voice, he feels not much has passed for the others.
He shakes his head again, looking to Zjetya.
"I saw… there was a lot of dread. And then, an overwhelming lift of… positivity. It was the feeling of angels, and I could see the thread I connected already high above. It… reminded me of the Rapture."
No.766479
>>766478"Only a few minutes," Zjetya says. "You just told us you were going to try connecting to his mind… then you were as blank-faced as he was. We figured the damage was serious, and I had a bad feeling it was gonna get to you too."
Alloy nods. "I think I know what happened… he's become enraptured. The Draconic Lords… are more than just dragons. They're probably gods."
No.766482
>>766479"It might have, but thankfully I had help to pull me out of it," Pryce looks to Alloy. "Thank you for that."
"Possibly. After this, it may be safe to say they're working with or have the power of angels. Which, with the demon tamers Ecclessia told us about here, makes this a messy situation."
Pryce looks back to the villager.
"And we don't have any tools to deal with the worst we've seen angels being capable of."
No.766483
>>766482"Uh… I don't wanna take credit for what someone else did," Alloy mutters, clearly fearing how you might react.
"Well shit," Zjetya says. "Now what, then?"
As Grantz translates for his guards, they ponder the implications for the revolution.
No.766487
>>766483"…Well, I can't deny help like that when backed into a corner."
Pryce thinks a moment, still concerned about the villager's status.
"He doesn't look to have that glass affliction we saw in Vitral, so they aren't as aggressive as that was, assuming they could do that same. That might change if there's a lot of demon hunters, meaning we might need to act quicker before things escalate," Pryce says, looking over the villager to check if there is any glass.
"If there are angels, I would think they'd be open to discussion, but after that vision, they might be claiming this as territory, which they might not be willing to cede."
"…We should plan to fight both dragons and angels, and be cautious of any offerings of help from anypony up there."
No.766490
>>766487There's no glass anywhere on him.
Zjetya and Alloy nod. Grantz says some things to the innkeeper, who nods. Together with a few of Grantz's retinue, they collect the inert villager, and set about finding a place to keep him for the night.
"Well, after everything," Grantz says. "I think an early departure's worth considering again. What say you?"
Before you can consider the proposal, you notice a new weight in your pocket.
Inside, you find a single link of a black chain.
No.766492
>>766490Pryce is about to agree, but before he can, he looks down as he feels something in his pocket. He reaches in, pulling out the black chain piece.
"Huh, what's this?"
No.766495
>>766492It has an unmistakably familiar air about it… Zjetya checks her pockets as well, and finds one of her own.
Sensing that something's amiss, Alloy steps forward towards Grantz. "I can take us back to the village in a hurry," he offers.
Grantz nods. "Take ten to gather your things– and tidy up the room. Fortunately we won't be charged for damages."
No.766506
>>766495Pryce looks at Zjetya as she also pulls out a piece of chain, concerned that they've found identical objects on their person (pony).
"Right, we'll clean up what we can," Pryce says as Grantz calls for a leave.
As Pryce heads back up to the room with Zjetya, he looks at the chain again.
"They didn't get into our room… Do you have any idea what these are?" He asks her.
No.766508
>>766506Zjetya's expression is troubled, and she doesn't answer right away. Instead, she presents the chain to Hopper. He looks it over… and lets out a sad squeak.
"…I think something bad happened down in Tartarus," Zjetya says at last.
No.766509
>>766508"…What?" Pryce says. "No, no that can't be it. We wouldn't get anything up here if something went wrong." He answers, turning to go get his things.
From his tone, he's rejecting the idea something wrong could have happened to the others.
No.766511
>>766509"But they left the Great Seal open," Zjetya says. "Granted, Kerberos is guarding it… but with all the abilities and powers that our group has, I really don't think it's impossible we'd get some kind of notice… besides, Hopper… seems to agree."
No.766512
>>766511Pryce shakes his head, stopping his packing.
"Exactly, they have a lot of abilities and powers. Nothing could get in their way… even in Tartarus."
No.766514
>>766512Zjetya goes silent again, then sighs and packs her things in silence. She delays for a little bit, pretending to check over the room one more final time for lost items– and yet another time… but you can tell she's waiting for you to reconsider.
No.766516
>>766514Pryce hasn't moved. Zjetya can see him looking down at the chain piece, standing like there's a weight over his shoulders.
"When I said we'll see each other again soon, I didn't mean like this…" She can hear him speak faintly.
No.766517
>>766516Zjetya stands next to you with downcast eyes, saying nothing.
No.766520
>>766517The silence lingers a few moments. Then, Pryce takes off his bracelet. Holding it and the chain, and in magician's fashion, Pryce taps the two together twice before they slip through each other and become interlinked on the third. He places it back on his hoof, and a wing around Zjetya.
"One of them had to send it. We'll need to finish faster to be at the Gate before they are," He says resolutely.
Though his words are strong, his wing holds tightly to her, needing a steady shoulder.
No.766521
>>766520Zjetya nods, touching her cheek to yours, before the two of you walk out, carrying Hopper with you. You meet Grantz in the lobby, along with his guards, as well as Alloy. Grantz notices the grim atmosphere, but says nothing about it. When Alloy confirms that everyone's here, he opens a Dark Corridor for you.
No.766523
>>766521Pryce wonders if River found a chain as well, wondering how she is fairing now with this news if she did.
When they all gathering in the lobby and Alloy opens a Corridor back, Pryce steps through with his first intent being finding River.
No.766525
>>766523Though Grantz and his number are a little unnerved by the Dark Corridor, as before, your trip through is uneventful, and you end up just outside the airship in the village's wagon-yard, just as dawn breaks over the horizon.
You make your way eastward, while villagers who rose early this morning call with surprise to their companions at the sight of Grantz. Soon the village is awoken, and Vortigern flies out to meet you at the village square to give Grantz a hug. Behind her trails River, as well as Sugar, Spitshine and Onion, who come up to greet you… and you can tell from a glance that they know.
No.766527
>>766525As they reach the village and the others run out to greet them, Pryce goes forward to take River in close, to share the same support as with Zjetya.
KP is more somber and not as enthusiastic, with the air heavy as it is. Pryce lowers down Hopper, who KP takes in a hug
No.766528
>>766527Though Hopper isn't normally one for hugs, for KP, he endures it. Vortigern and Grantz go off to the village meeting-hall, leaving you and your companions some space.
Spitshine clicks his tongue. "If people could just stop splitting off on their own…"
"Wasn't it necessary?" Sugar asks. "For us to achieve peace, we needed to fight on multiple fronts…"
"I mean, Estuary," Spitshine clarifies. "I wanna know if he got one of these too. We should make something out of them. Mainly so I don't misplace mine."
No.766529
>>766528"Sir Estuary was a part of our group. He may have only joined up before we split, but he was still one of us. I can only wonder how he's doing aside from now though."
Pryce looks down at the chain now added to his bracelet.
"We could bind them to what's important to each of us, so we'll always have them by our side," Pryce suggests as a idea.
No.766531
>>766529The others look at their chain links, contemplating what to hang them from.
"Well," River says. "Before that, let's not catch cold out here."
She leads the way into the meeting-hall of the village. You note that it's a smaller, less decorated version of the building in which the representatives of the tribal leadership held their meetings. More importantly, perhaps, it's warm inside. River finds you an empty room, and you sit down.
"So, how'd it all go?" River asks.
No.766532
>>766531The warmth of the meeting-hall is welcome, though most of it comes from being with the others now in this moment.
"It went fairly well… at first. We got a good glimpse of the others tribes, and the ones that are against us, and then…" Pryce details to the others what they learned from the meetings and the details Grantz and Vortigern gave them on the tribal politics and falling out with the loyalist tribes, and then the attempted attack that came just moments ago. "…The pony we caught though was completely out if it. And when I checked his mental state, I found the influence of angels."
No.766543
>>766532River and Onion start jotting down notes on all the politicking as you recap the situation.
"Angels?" River repeats. "You think Metatron may be involved?"
"Maybe," Zjetya asks. "Though I don't think anyone's spotted him or his forces in a long time. Last we saw them was way down southwest in Vitral."
Onion nods. "Not impossible for them to have already stirred up trouble here, though."
No.766545
>>766543"It's hard to say if he's involved. From the vision I saw the angels were speaking as saviors, I didn't get the same impression as the ones in Vitral who were fighting the demons. It could be a separate group, though if Ecclesia heard of the growing number of demon tamers here, I wouldn't be surprised if Metatron or others moved here as well," Pryce surmises.
"Either way, we'll need to move with extra caution now. I don't know what they did to that villager, or how, but we don't have any means now to counter it. We should also assume that glass condition could be at play as well, and we don't have the Ember anymore to reverse that either."
No.766548
>>766545River's eyes suddenly shoot wide-open. "Zjetya! The horn– the Caller Conch with Sarajinae's voice… do you think it could be related?"
Zjetya turns pale as she thinks it over. "Well… thinking back to how it took us out of things when we tried it… it doesn't sound terribly different to what happened to that villager. And, if these angels really are tied up with the Draconic Lords, and Sarajinae's up where they live… it's possible."
No.766552
>>766548"You think it could have been a horn that did that?"
Pryce thinks back to their test of the horn they took.
"Zjetya, what was Sarajinae's personality like? Did she fight, or lead anything? Did she have any magic or talent in riling ponies up?"
No.766555
>>766552"Mmm… maybe," Zjetya says. "We only heard it for a second before we stopped, but its effect was strong. That guy may have been exposed to… but, wait, that shit was loud! We'd have definitely heard it if he'd been subject to it."
"Maybe it wasn't the conch," River says. "But, whatever phenomenon enchanted the conch to give it the power that Sarajinae's voice… has…"
Zjetya leans back in horror. "She… do you think… it's possible we could've… just missed her?"
No.766557
>>766555Seeing Zjetya's horror at the thought, Pryce puts a comforting wing around her.
"I'm sure nothing's happened to her. If they're using her voice for this kind of power, then they'll be keeping her safe to keep using it."
"They had a day and some between seeing us and attempting that attack. It's possible they could have controlled the ponies from afar and sent them after us so we wouldn't here or be able to interfere," He suggests on how it could have been done, He then thinks a moment.
"We should look into sound blocking for when we go up the mountain, on the chance it could be done quieter than the horn."
No.766559
>>766557"I'm starting to worry something
hasn't happened to her…" Zjetya says. "What if… she's willingly working with them?"
River taps her hoof in thought. "I think that Pryce and I would notice a look-alike of our significant other running around. It's still too early to blame her for what happened to the villager, and we don't even have enough clues to say one way or the other. For now, we should focus on what we can do rather than what may or may not be true."
The others nod in agreement.
"Yeah, guess you're right…" Zjetya mutters.
No.766563
>>766559"River's right, we can't make assumptions. We'll put a stop to the dragons and angels, get Sarajinae out of there, and then worry about anything else after."
"That said, after today they're surely aware of us now, and they know at the very least of the Dark Corridor and Alloy's ability to take away power. They'll be on high alert, so getting up there is going to be a bigger challenge now. Getting out will too, since we saw in Vitral how the angel magic can interfere with the Corridor. We may have to make a move sooner than we thought."
No.766566
>>766563Zjetya nods again, a bit lifeless despite the reassurance. It looks like the very thought of Sarajinae's involvement has taken out all her energy.
"Well, with that," River says. "I say we take counsel from our rebel leaders."
