Metropolis - The Weight of the World (and Found Wanting)

[Phoenix]

She focuses on Jovick. "Dark magic? There were others like me? A city can die?" She shakes her head and shivers at the monstrosity of it all. Stopping she turns to face Jovick directly. "I don't know what I can do but I know that things aren't finished here. I can't go to the afterworld, yet." She smiles a little in self-mockery. "But then, I bet you've heard that many times before. I need advice." She wishes she could talk to her mentor at Three Stone Green and hopes that Jovick has an idea.

"My advice? Let's go there quietly, once you're there you'll have a wonderful existance and forget all about this. Trust me, you'll be better off dead that alive anyway. There's a great evil coming to the city, one that will threaten the city again."

Jovick chuckled. "The city is very much alive, she...he watches over all of us. But unfortunately he's not immune to the mechanations of humanity, or their effect on the world."

His face grew serious for a while, "But there is something brewing in the darkness, something evil. You will be better off where I'm taking you, my advice is to go quietly and enjoy it. Your mother put a lot of effort into looking after you, even after your death, most people get little more than a hello, goodbye from me."

"You have always been...different? No, special. For you were one of the Children of Metropolis, she was your mother."

 

[Phoenix]

As the swarm sent the remaining wildlings to their deaths, Azot stayed clear of the scene of the grisly feast and left the rats to enjoy their meal. Nearing the sealed casket they had been struggling with, Azot watched as it rocked against the cracking stone walkway.

'I should leave it alone...whatever is in it is no concern of mine.'

Turning around and preparing to let Sebek decide that fate as well, Azot tried to walk away, but the casket surged violently behind him and before he knew it, his hands were grasping it while his eyes sought a way to release whatever was contained inside.

The casket was held closed by a simple snib, and Azot had removed it before he thought twice. Within something moved, and as the lid opened Azot looked at the wildling's prize.

A large rat twiched in bonds, writhing in pain from its many wounds. The creature looked into Azot's eyes with more than a little intellgence, as well as relief.

 

[Phoenix]

The young man stumbles along beside Jen toward the Museum of Souls. "I'm okay, just a little weak."

Jen helped the weakened Jazick to his feet, he was feeling heavy, lethargic, and the two of them struggled to tear themselves away from the fire. The chill wind that wound its way through the spyre sapped their strength, every step they had to climb caused their legs to scream in pain.

It took forever, but the Museum of Souls grand oaken doors stood before them. They were locked befitting a vault of Zsath's treasures, and no doubt protected by nefarious magics or deadly traps.

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

Jazick examines the lock and door for traps. "If you truely wish it, I will try the lock, but in my current state I fear that I will be unable to open it without falling victim to another trap."

 

[Tonks]

The casket was held closed by a simple snib, and Azot had removed it before he thought twice. Within something moved, and as the lid opened Azot looked at the wildling's prize.

A large rat twiched in bonds, writhing in pain from its many wounds. The creature looked into Azot's eyes with more than a little intellgence, as well as relief.

'All this effort over the grandfather of rats? What are you trying to tell me Sebek? The Leaguers, wildlings, and this...what does it all mean. You have always used me to be your hands, now are you telling me I must change skins once more?'

Reaching down into the casket, Azot grasped the rat and pulled it out from inside the wildling's trappings. Working the bonds off of the creature, Azot kept expecting it to fight to escape, but the only reaction from it was it setting its unwavering gaze upon him as he worked.

"What am I supposed to do with you little one? If those wildlings managed to not eat each other long enough to get you, I doubt your luck will hold twice."

 

[Bront]

"Let us both look, perhaps we can spot something togeather." Jen says

[sblock=OOC] Assist another on the search, whoever is better will be assisted.[/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

"My advice? Let's go there quietly, once you're there you'll have a wonderful existance and forget all about this. Trust me, you'll be better off dead that alive anyway. There's a great evil coming to the city, one that will threaten the city again."

Jovick chuckled. "The city is very much alive, she...he watches over all of us. But unfortunately he's not immune to the mechanations of humanity, or their effect on the world."

His face grew serious for a while, "But there is something brewing in the darkness, something evil. You will be better off where I'm taking you, my advice is to go quietly and enjoy it. Your mother put a lot of effort into looking after you, even after your death, most people get little more than a hello, goodbye from me."

"You have always been...different? No, special. For you were one of the Children of Metropolis, she was your mother."

"My mother?" Ymris purses her lips. Little has happened over the past few days that she has understood but now, after 40 years, after dying, she finally feels that there is something that she is supposed to do. She shakes her head. "I can't go quietly." She shrugs helplessly. "I don't know how, but I have to fight. There may not be anyone else." Turning away from Jovick, expecting to feel the touch of that cold, black, soul-drinking sword, she begins to walk back to Zimmerman's School for Girls.

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

Jazick nods and redoubles his efforts.

 

[Fenris]

Alexi stares at the bodies. He stares at the shaft, it pulsates with evil, it repels him and yet it also draws him like a moth to a flame. But this moth seeks to extinguish the flame. This was why he was brought here. Not for a simple wizard, though a wizrd maybe part of this problem. But this goes far beyond and mortal of Metropolis. Even Alexi could tell that. No mere mortal could contain this much evil within themselves. They may allow themsleevs to be a conduit to channel it, but surely such ancient, fell and malevolent evil would destroy any who dared serve it much less challenge it.

Still Alexi knew what needed to be done.

"Maybe we got the wrong tower, huh?" jokes Alexi. "So, does anyone know what this wizard looks like?" He ask the others. "Maybe someone took care of this for us. I wonder are these the other fools who assailed the tower like us, or were these the servants of the tower who were confronted by something far greater than themselves. Dragon, Boar any thoughts?" asks Alexi as he edges closer to the shaft to see if there is a ladder or stair leading down.

 

[Phoenix]

'All this effort over the grandfather of rats? What are you trying to tell me Sebek? The Leaguers, wildlings, and this...what does it all mean. You have always used me to be your hands, now are you telling me I must change skins once more?'

Reaching down into the casket, Azot grasped the rat and pulled it out from inside the wildling's trappings. Working the bonds off of the creature, Azot kept expecting it to fight to escape, but the only reaction from it was it setting its unwavering gaze upon him as he worked.

"What am I supposed to do with you little one? If those wildlings managed to not eat each other long enough to get you, I doubt your luck will hold twice."

The enormous rat lay still long enough for Azot to free it before is spasmed and writhed its way into the water. As Azot talked to the rat it stared back at him, there was something in its eyes...recognition?

It swam to the edge of the drain and crawled up onto a short ledge, then got up on its hind legs and began scratching with its teeth. For a moment Azot thought that the creature was simply continuing on with its existance, until it formed a druidic sigil on the wall. It took several minutes before a handful of sigils formed into a phrase*.

Done is the time of the death of all things,
Where the mortals suffer and wane upon the world.
For saving their souls from an eternity of suffering,
The Gods have chosen to fall upon the swords of their enemies.
One has died to pave the way for the new,
But all shall fall to the darkness that lurks beyond the walls of the city.
A battle is coming,
Gods will die.
You must leave the city,
And find the secret which has been hidden for all time.​

The rat turns and shuffles uncomfortably, it's eyes gleaming with purpose.

[sblock]*The druidic language has long been a verbal language, rarely needed to be used in written form. For centuries the language has struggled to survive in text, now being known in ancient scriptures and prophasies. Typically druids now struggle to express themselves clearly in the druidical text past magical scrolls and religious expressions.[/sblock]