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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:30:05 GMT -6
Creature:
 
Irascor / "Ira"
Level 30 (0/5) / Loyalty 67 (0/5) (x2)
Stamina: 9
Strength: 7
Resistance: 7
Dexterity: 4
Mentality: 3
Special Abilities: Natural Antivenom, Gleam, Fly, Thick Fur, Iron Will, Fire Resistance, Empathetic Link (Loyalty)
Moves: Crunch, Projectile Poison, Agony, ShackleCharacter sheet: linkInventory:      
Manor Finds (January, Inkantana):
Post Total: 40
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Manor Finds (February, Vakrah):
Post Total: 40
Manor Finds (March, Faelot):
Post Total: 40
Manor Finds (April, Tiken Tekai):
Post Total: 55, 20 (x5) (x5)    (x2)     
Manor Finds (May, Day of Dreaming):
Post Total: 30
Manor Finds (July, Maredian):
Post Total: 25
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Manor Finds (September, Serpent's Dawn):
Post Total: 40
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Manor Finds (October, Vai Min Mur):
Post Total: 60
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Manor Finds (December, The Broken Time / Festival of Lights):
Post Total: 40
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:31:27 GMT -6
(continued as a semi-short intermission from here)
There are people who find the sound of silence maddening, but he isn’t one of them. Silence means there is a nothing and “nothings” rarely cause issues. “Somethings” are problems and if you put enough Somethings into a room, they, strangely, loop back around to become a Nothing as they lose all individuality.
In this case the room is filled from edge to end of everything regardless of whether it even fits there and the air is filled with a nothing of sound, save some faint reverberation of his own echo. The knight strains to listen, but the silence is resolute - he does not hear anything back from the leopard, intentional or otherwise.
Now, granted, there’s the issue of shouting being something of a problem for him, but even so, the leopard had not wandered so far as to be completely deaf to the call (There is, of course, an alternative options, but he would rather prefer not to entertain that just yet).
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April: 1 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:32:22 GMT -6
The grip on the glaive tightens and he lets out a sigh - part exhaustion, part exasperation. Then, he begins heading back towards where the leopard had taken the stairs up. Or, at least the place he remembers the stairs to be. When the knight rounds the corned, he stops, staring at the wall of books. Before there was a little passage between them. Now it’s just a wall. In fact it’s not even a wall of books any more, but a tapestry of quilts.
The man takes a moment to assess the situation, eyes narrowing at the wall and the general shape of the environment. This.. is not dark and broody and neither is it cold and crystals. How long have they been here.. To believe the city-folk tell it true, the house has a habit of changing (which is what made it so special, and the only redeemable quality for curiosity in his mind). By this point it would have changed on them twice.
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April: 2 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:32:48 GMT -6
The crystals and the ice he had considered annoying, especially since it had been the period during which he realized they were truly and properly trapped and lost. Otherwise, though, it hardly felt terrible. The dark and gloom was laced by some very particular (and weirdly specific) romantic undertones. Harmless, largely, if one went ahead and discounted the incident where he was almost exposed (and incident which ran hand-in-hand with.. something.. messing directly with his mind and vision like scrambled eggs).
The knight turns to look at another wall, covered in paintings (although to call them paintings would be a disservice to children’s scribblings). Another wall is filled with cutlery, accented by the fact the tea set and table setting happens to be stuck to it at a 90-degree angle. A fourth wall is missing entirely, and he isn’t sure why, but it makes him far more uncomfortable than any of the others. He resolutely decides to avoid that one.
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April: 3 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:33:20 GMT -6
“Mister Xentus!” he strains the voice as far as it’s willing to go (it’s not much, the result more hoarse than loud) and waits. “Are you here?” he calls again and waits. Silence is the only answer, however. Well, silence and some dripping.
The man’s ear twitches beneath the helm and he turns behind him, staring at the book-case-yet-not which once held a stair. The book case appears to be melting before his very eyes, as if entirely made out of wax, flakes of paint dusting off a surface layer like chips while a smooth, goopy inside of the wall seems to seep out in black tar. It begins from a single row, dripping slowly as each consecutive shift of the appearance continues and spreads, infecting row after row, shelf after shelf.
He steps back, both staring and frowning at the madness before him. Oh hell’s no. This is definitely some dark magic nonsense he has zero intention to get caught up in.
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April: 4 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:33:53 GMT -6
There’s a supposing the leopard is still around here somewhere - as voracious and annoying as the house has been, it hasn’t yet intentionally parted them (quite the opposite). A secondary supposing could attest the leopard to, perhaps, be in some spot of trouble, given the pathway he took is now no longer than and instead looking to turn into a steaming puddle of hot tar, burning and sizzling anything it drips upon.
The man is all for all manner of supposings, but in this instance the conditions of survival are quite clear - he could hardly save the leopard without knowing where he is and even less so if he’s engulfed in some nightmarish tar puddle that.. Is now growing a head.
With a blop and a bubbling, the once-book-case, now-tar-puddle seems to grow an arch in the middle of it, like a hill increasing in size and defining its shape with each second. A face forms, distorted and estranged, but distinctly humanoid.
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April: 5 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:34:24 GMT -6
The man stares, glaive raised defensively, and while his mind has yet to reconcile the whole ‘book now goop’ scenario, it has little issue parsing out the required next steps as a humanoid shaped tar figure, bleeding smoke and whispers, begins to step forth.
He books it for the doorway spotted earlier.
Now, in many aspects this is a solid plan (against a less than solid foe): the creature is still apparently in the process of whatever constitutes as ‘birth’ for it; tar is thick and heavy and not something generally described as ‘fast’; and if his options is to pick between Weird and Weirder, he’ll much rather prefer the one that isn’t a physical manifestation of someone’s wretched idea of a nightmare.
The leopard would have to be found later. In his defence, he tried calling out and could hardly do more than that under the circumstances. Any further calling out at this time could, in fact, jeopardize the leopard as he would just be inviting him to a run-in with said nightmare.
So, really, this was kind of a way of saving his life as well.
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April: 6 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:34:54 GMT -6
The slanted, built-very-wrong door doesn’t budge when he tries the handle, but seems much more accommodating when his boot is introduced. It slams open and the knight pauses to stare inside, basked in some faint blue-ish glow, before the steady gooping drip-drip-drip from behind him grows steadily louder. Right, the nightmare. It appeared tar wasn’t quite as tardy as he anticipated (hah).
The man slips through the doorway and pulls it closed behind him. Whatever lock held it is largely useless, given the aforementioned boot introduction, so he pulls the longsword and jams it between the handle and the frame, before taking steps back.
There’s a very simple logic flaw in the process, he realizes as the humming in his ears increases. So simple as to seem idiotic for him to so easily miss. He looks at the door, eyes trailing down to the bottom of it where a gap shines light from the once-library.
Ah, faecum, he grimaces.
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April: 7 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:35:25 GMT -6
No sooner have the curses passed through the mind that he already sees the darkness begin to ooze through from beneath the door, still liquid enough to fit through the gap even if the tar-like structure makes it a slow process. The man quickly pulls the longsword free (for he may very well need it soon enough) and steps back, scouring the room properly.
At first nothing catches his attention, the floor being bare and empty. Largely because he realizes he needs to adjust his horizons. The head tilts back and he stares up, spotting a whole room above him on the very ceiling. It reminds him of another room, similarly decorated, from when the crystalline cold still held the mansion in its thrall, but now the furniture seems as weird and wrongly put together as the door he just passed through - parts of it are elongated, parts far too short, some of it tilted weirdly, others seeming to have melted solid.
All in all, whoever designed the interior of this room must have been drunk off their rocker while also simultaneously tripping on swamp fungi.
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April: 8 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:35:52 GMT -6
A different door was also visible across the room, but it happened to be under the ceiling along with the rest of the room. The frustration was more maddening than the impact of its being real, but it was what he had to work with.
He glances back, seeing half of the tar-like entity already squeezed through the door, curses again and moves backwards, further away. The only way in is blocked by the nightmare. The only way out too far above him to reach. It was like he had suddenly stepped into a feverish dream world where right and wrong hardly made sense (normally that was his more favoured conditions, but even in such cases he at least preferred the physical world to still hold to some rules. This was just being downright rude).
A thought occurs to him, and he dismisses it, but its persistent. The glaive is waved towards the tar-entity, who is almost free of the doorway and then, in all likelihood, looking to continue the merry chase for whatever nefarious reasons it has.
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April: 9 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 10, 2020 15:36:26 GMT -6
The thought occurs again, louder this time, some deeper part of the mind that’s ever vigilant, ever observant for the structure of the world around. Usually it’s the intuition about societal rules, about tensions in the air, about people’s faces and words left unsaid. But right now it whispers a very simple concept - play by the rules.
The man frowns, staring up at the reversed furniture, and hates the implication, but given the circumstances, it might be the only option. This manor has its own rules and he’s been fighting them tooth and nail. Perhaps the only way to get what he wants, is to play along.
With a frustrated groan, he rushes towards the nearest wall and stops before it. Tentatively he steps on the wall and feels a shift of gravity. Another step and the gravity follows suit, letting him stand straighter as he begins to walk ‘up’ along the wall - the new ‘floor’.
Well, filius canis, look at that.
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April: 10 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Apr 10, 2020 16:04:35 GMT -6
 A rubber snake lies on the ground (or the wall now, you suppose) next to you along with a little bottle, as if rewarding you for playing by the mansion's rules. |
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Post by Èdan on Apr 11, 2020 10:13:45 GMT -6
The world has both shifted its sense of gravity and the generally accepted laws of physics. Many a man could stop and wonder in absolute amazement at such events, but not this man. This man knows there is a pile of tar just a short distance behind him, probably fully clear of the door by now and he himself is nowhere near the exit yet. An exit which also happens to be on the ceiling.
He rushes up the wall (along the floor?) towards the ceiling (now wall) and nearly trips on something on the ground. A small glass container clatters forwards while a tiny squeak noise sounds beneath the boot. He pauses, long enough to notice the two objects, suppress an instinctual flinch at the toy snake (he could see just fine in the gloom, but objects tended to lose their colours when there was no light present) and quickly pick them up as to avoid stumbling head-over-heels on them.
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April: 11 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 11, 2020 10:15:03 GMT -6
The objects pocketed, he stops before the wall (once ceiling) and steps onto it. Much like before, the gravity subtly shifts around him with the first step and seems to finalize the new orientation with the second one. Well, step one of this multi-part escape plan completed and he’s now standing among the worst-built furniture in existence.
He gazes back and up, seeing the shadowy drooping form stand in the middle of the ceiling (once floor) staring after him. There’s a sense of rejoice at seeing how far back it is still. Between the climb along the wall and the ceiling, he would have little trouble reaching the doorway first.
That sense of accomplishment melts the instant the tar-made being stops dripping onto the floor.. And instead begins to drip towards the ceiling - up for it, down for him.
That sneaky son of a.. And here he was being nice, playing by the house’s rules, only for the house to decide short cuts were legal and fair.
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April: 12 Tiken Tekai
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Post by Èdan on Apr 11, 2020 10:15:40 GMT -6
With a frown, he groans and makes for the doorway, previously gained headway melting behind him at the same pace the nightmare being was dripping from floor to ceiling, as if a piece of charcoal caramel left too long over a fire. All the while, he continues to exercise a very specific manner of thinking, a manner which very distinctly keeps ignoring that he is, in fact, on a ceiling and thus by rights, normal gravity rules should apply in this process.
There’s a saying that many love to use, and that is “You can never not think about pink dragons. Because as soon as someone says it, that is all you can ever do”. In some sense those people are correct - when you have something on your mind it’s terribly annoying to get it off your mind, even for people who have trained their minds to be as sharp as possible.
But the man has long since found that this only becomes a problem if you take the issue at its word.
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April: 13 Tiken Tekai
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