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

[Tonks]

The great doors of the chamber burst open once more, and standing in the archway was a short lean man, his hair and beard wild and unkempt, garbed in strange skins and bones, probably reptilian, and saturated with grime that coated his body like a second skin. Bright emerald eyes peered into the chamber past shaggy brows, as if assessing the situation with a practised mind.

One moment Azot was reaching towards the god's eye, the next second, minute, hour, day, Azot did not know how long the trip had truly taken him, his hands felt only the strange doors before him.

'The doors of the Tower...'

Pushing against them, they swung open easily and as his eyes took in the sight of the room, he realized two things quickly. The first was that he was not the only visitor in the Tower at the moment and the second was that he had no idea if the people in the room were Leaguers or not.

'This just gets better and better...'

 

[Bront]

The spirits wailed and moaned, heedless of Jen’s demands.... Bright emerald eyes peered into the chamber past shaggy brows, as if assessing the situation with a practised mind.

Jen tries to pull herself to the door, "Help us, please!"

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

"Yes, I can't hold much longer," adds Jazick through gritted teeth.

 

[Tonks]

Jen tries to pull herself to the door, "Help us, please!"

'Desperate Leaguers?'

Ignoring the feeling in the pit of his stomach that screamed that this could be the first basic trap of Zimmerman, Azot saw the woman being held by the man and he seemed on the verge of flying into the air also.

If he still had Sebek's blessing of strength he could pull them easily, but he did not know if his battered body could do this task naturally.

'We must be prepared to do whatever it takes to save Her...'

Dropping his pack on the floor, Azot pushed forward towards the strangers intent on grabbing the man and pulling them out of the room. As he moved, he touched the bone necklace and whispered the spell of speed quickly and for a moment the fatigue left him and his strides grew strong and true.

[sblock=ooc]Not sure if this will help us, but casting Longstrider on me to help move in, tug, and then move out.[/sblock]

 

[Phoenix]

Dropping his pack on the floor, Azot pushed forward towards the strangers intent on grabbing the man and pulling them out of the room. As he moved, he touched the bone necklace and whispered the spell of speed quickly and for a moment the fatigue left him and his strides grew strong and true.

[sblock=ooc]Not sure if this will help us, but casting Longstrider on me to help move in, tug, and then move out.[/sblock]

[sblock=Resistance Rolls]Jen Fortitude Save (DC 16) +9 - Failure
Jazick Fortitude Save (DC 16) +18 - Success
Azot Fortitude Save (DC 16) +21 - Success

...why is resisting wind a Fortitude Save? Stupid, stupid rules...[/sblock]

Azot muttered an incantation and stepped forward to struggle against the wind and help the two strangers. Jazick felt the newcomer's strong hands grasp him as he desperately tried to hold onto Jen, but one by one his fingers slipped, and with a final cry she was gone from his life as fast as she'd entered it.

Jen screamed as she was sucked high into the chamber, then plunged into the shaft and disappeared completely. The wind swallowed her cries and the spirits fled the chamber, chasing her deep into the shaft. Azot and Jazick could do little but drag themselves from the room against the wind and grind the doors shut behind them.

It took a moment for Azot to realize that he had appeared inside the dark tower, and that he had been plunged into the heart of evil.

 

[Phoenix]

There are two parts to this post...

Something was wrong. Ymris inhales deeply expecting Ari's scent of wax and flowers but instead smells something rancid and full of rot. Ymris knows it is wrong even if no one else would see it. She refuses to doubt herself because her baby, her beautiful, helpless baby, relies on Ymris to be strong and protect her. She turns, shielding little Jasmine from the man. She hates to call him Ari because it wasn't the Ari she remembers. "Go away...Ari. And take the package with you."

Ymris held Jasmine tight to shield her from the strange Ari, for a moment she glanced down to see her suck delicately on her jeweled obsidean rattle. Ari frowned in anger, his face contorting into an ugly parody of her former love. Ari continued to grow as he became an obese man, one fat hand grasping into the present to draw out a jagged cerimonial dagger that pulsed with magic. But still none noticed that Ari was anything out of the unordinary, even Ymris stared at the dagger and barely understood the danger.

That is when Jasmine's rattle touched her, and all of Ymris' memories, her past, her reality came flooding back. She remembered Jovik, the Zimmermans, and the strange Devries. More importantly the man that masqueraded as Ari looked all too much like the fat man that adorned the walls of the Zimmerman School for Girls.

[sblock=Jen]Jen fell through the air, sucked into the shaft and surrounded by hundreds of hungry souls. She felt the cold, she heard herself screaming, then all was black. She looked around after a time, now she rested in the lap of a strange woman, still cradling the Sceptre. A large fat man approached with a viscious knife, intent on violence and death. She was in the form of a child, but something within her knew that this was wrong, like a bad dream, and at any time she could re-establish herself as her true form.

OOC: Feel free to change into normal form at anytime, you're in someone else's dream now... [/sblock]

 

[Bront]

Ymris held Jasmine tight to shield her from the strange Ari, for a moment she glanced down to see her suck delicately on her jeweled obsidean rattle. Ari frowned in anger, his face contorting into an ugly parody of her former love. Ari continued to grow as he became an obese man, one fat hand grasping into the present to draw out a jagged cerimonial dagger that pulsed with magic. But still none noticed that Ari was anything out of the unordinary, even Ymris stared at the dagger and barely understood the danger.

That is when Jasmine's rattle touched her, and all of Ymris' memories, her past, her reality came flooding back. She remembered Jovik, the Zimmermans, and the strange Devries. More importantly the man that masqueraded as Ari looked all too much like the fat man that adorned the walls of the Zimmerman School for Girls.

[sblock=Jen]Jen fell through the air, sucked into the shaft and surrounded by hundreds of hungry souls. She felt the cold, she heard herself screaming, then all was black. She looked around after a time, now she rested in the lap of a strange woman, still cradling the Sceptre. A large fat man approached with a viscious knife, intent on violence and death. She was in the form of a child, but something within her knew that this was wrong, like a bad dream, and at any time she could re-establish herself as her true form.

OOC: Feel free to change into normal form at anytime, you're in someone else's dream now... [/sblock]

Jasmine pryed herself out of Ymris's grasp, but instead of falling, emerged as a fully grown woman. A beauty, with dark black hair and deep blue eyes, shaped just so to give her an exotic look. She pulls the shocked Ymris aside, turning her to see the fat man approaching, a dagger in her hand.

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

Once clear of the aweful wind and the terrible spirits, Jazick stuggles from the door, "Oh Jen I'm so sorry." He pulls himself together physically and mentally and looks to his rescuer. "Thank you for your timely arrival. I would soon have shared my companion's fate had you not interviened." He extends a hand to the odd looking fellow. "I am Jazick Shador."

Jazick is a tall thin young man with pale skin, black hair and fine features. He looks tired and worn as if he has undergone a great ordeal of late. There is a sadness in his eyes that suggests he has seen much misery. His clothes are worn, but once of fine make.

 

[Tonks]

Once clear of the awful wind and the terrible spirits, Jazick struggles from the door, "Oh Jen I'm so sorry." He pulls himself together physically and mentally and looks to his rescuer. "Thank you for your timely arrival. I would soon have shared my companion's fate had you not intervened." He extends a hand to the odd looking fellow. "I am Jazick Shador."

Jazick is a tall thin young man with pale skin, black hair and fine features. He looks tired and worn as if he has undergone a great ordeal of late. There is a sadness in his eyes that suggests he has seen much misery. His clothes are worn, but once of fine make.

[sblock=ooc]After rereading the earlier post, I realized we made it out of the room instead of trying to get out before the door closed. Sorry about the confusion on my side.[/sblock]

Straining to pull the suddenly heavy doors shut, Azot’s face turned red from the strain, but inch by inch the door moved until it suddenly slammed shut on as if something pushed it from the inside. The sudden help was enough to send them both stumbling away from the door and Azot turned quickly when the man started talking.

‘Her name was Jen…was she his mate?’

As he moved away from the door, Jazick was able to get his first clear look at his rescuer and realized that while he was leaner and dirtier than any he had ever encountered, the stranger was dwarven. Even as that fact settled, it spoke and his voice sounded deep and scratchy as if his vocal cords were struggling to remember how to make the sounds of coherent speech. Ignoring the hand that was offered, the dwarf moved uncomfortably close to him and Jazick’s nostrils were assailed by a strong mixture of sweat and refuse.

”Azot. Put that hand away, you don’t know where I have been.”

Looking down the hallway that stretched in front of him, Azot knew that he had to keep the man focused on something other than the loss of his mate. Especially if the tower was full of chambers like the one they just escaped from.

”What is this place and where is Zimmerman and the Leaguers?”

 

[Scotley]

Jazick

Lowering his hand in some confusion, Jazick tries to understand what is happening. He looks on the verge of tears, but quickly tries to get hold of his emotions. "We've have been here for a couple of days exploring this place in some depth and you are the first living person I've seen any where in the place. I don't know Zimmerman and the Leaguers." With a shrug he adds, "I come from some distance across the city, a place called Candlestick Lane." A look of concern on his face he adds, "It isn't safe here. There is a coldness of the soul here that drains a man. It is a most unpleasant effect. We only stayed because Jen had an urgent need to find something here." His eyes downcast he adds, "She and her father may be lost now."