FINAL TRIAL

[strangerpeople]

FINAL TRIAL
(1 of Hekatombaion)


[When the time comes, Charon arrives on a boat, hrrhrrhrring a little tune as he rows. No need to worry about space, even with all of the shades coming with. Fluffles, unsurprisingly, doesn't go; he does see everyone off, at least, before he falls asleep.

With a final hnnnngrrrgh, they're off. Charon is the master of the Styx, in his own way, deftly avoiding roots and branches from the Qliphoth as he guides his charges up through the layers of the underworld. From the dark and gloomy green of Tartarus, to the lava-flooded Asphodel and it's giant many-headed bone snake, sadly snarled in demonic roots (without thinking, Zack waves to it), on through the lazy rivers of Elysium, and lastly through the pitch stink of the corridors of a temple separating the underworld from the living world.

Throughout, there is eerie quiet. No shades appear to watch their procession-indeed the few wisps around seem to be fleeing, hiding. No rats try to bite Zack's face off. Aside from Lernie, there's truly nothing but tree, tree, and more tree.

Finally, though, the surface air hits, and it is...not cold, but not warm, either. Though, as everyone disembarks, that's probably not what catches everyone's attention. No-it is the barren fields of ancient Greece, just outside the entrance to the underworld-and there is only one thing alive in the area.

It is late afternoon, and the silhouette of the new moon is the only thing that emits real light now in the grey. Indeed, if there is a sun, it is blocked out by the massive, massive roots in the sky, swirling into the stratosphere. The roots in the underworld were in fact more akin to greedy branches; the roots in the sky of the world of life, however, are far more massive, and it's clear the tree is fully grown. And-if the dead grass and trees and barren lands around the Temple of Styx are any indication-it isn't simply feeding on human blood-it's affecting the life of the earth itself, greedily lapping up what it can as it further embeds itself, further spreads, further grows. Further destroys.

It won't stop. There is obsession and power, and Delta is right-it will never stop unless someone intervenes.

Wordlessly Delta points to a Spire of blood in front of them. Yup-they need to enter it to get to where they need to go. Lovely.]

Through here is the core of the tree where the fruit of the Qliphoth is being cultivated. Come.

[Well, no turning back. With luck, the Catillac has some extra towels.



So, immediately after squishing into the...blood elevator?...everyone is schllllorped on a ride akin to w water slide, going up and down, left and right, up, up, up, then down, down, down....down.......


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into the depths.

And when they emerge...]





[Bright flowers grow on the vines. There is distant birdsong, and the sun shines among fat, lazy clouds. But you can see the shine of glass in the corner of your eye; the air is too perfect to breath, too cold to touch. You don't feel the grass or dirt underfoot that you can clearly see The smell of blood is everywhere.

An illusion? A dream? A delusion? Something else? Who knows. There is a patio table laid out with tea, and four seats. It's almost as if the owner simply got up and left for a moment. It's all strange, all...wrong.

Still. You're finally here. You're in the core. You freed a possible god from the grip of forced ignorance. And you have-you hope-everything you need to end this. But there is still one question:



Who is the true Mastermind, and what is their goal in doing all of this?



It is time, Strangers. By the seas, the heavens and the earth, by blood and darkness, it's up to you.




Good luck.]

Comments

[onychomance]

[fidgets with his tie....]

But in seriousness, we could always distribute the massive weapons we found in case they would be of extra use to anyone.

[yesorwoof]

[Oh, no. Cool stuff is happening over there. She books it to the car trying to open the trunk back up in the fifteen seconds before it hits the fan and is motorcycle time.]

[pegasinister]

[He jogs over too. He has his bow but it's not a magic weapon and his power is... pretty passive. What you got Makima?]

[yesorwoof]

[We got spear, shield, bow, gauntlets, gun (SWORD IN IMAGE NOT PRESENT).]

The shield is relevant to my blood theory, but... Perhaps Ritsu-chan can protect her rotting body and also run to ram others with it...?

[pegasinister]

[He reaches for the bow]

If there are no complaints?

[autonomousthought]

I think I can work with the shield.

[Not her usual area of expertise but...she has her power evolution, too.]

[godofblood]

I have my sword, if it comes to that.

[He has a gut feeling that, unfortunately, it may just come to that.]

[yesorwoof]

Oh? Was that originally the sixth weapon? Seems like a classic that got omitted.

[godofblood]

Oh, you mean in the weapons are? Yeah, the Stygian Blade is one of them.

[somuchshipping]

I got my claws and fire powers.

[voidseeing]

I can use the gun, unless anyone else needs it more than I do.

[yesorwoof]

My trigger finger is my right, so no objection from me as things stand now.

[onychomance]

Perhaps I could take the spear to ensure nothing gets past my sawing range...

[yesorwoof]

Oh, yes, if something gets too close, it would be a big problem.

[Yet another "WHAT are they talking about" moment.]

[onychomance]

Heheheh. I did say no harm is allowed to befall my treasured one.

[He puts his hand over his chest, as if swearing it.]

[superstylishsquid]

[His shock has given way to determination by now, and his wings of blades appear on his back in a flash of light.]

If anyone else needs a weapon and can use a sword, we can help with that. I doubt they'll have the secondary effect in someone else's hands, but they're still sharp.