January catch-all (open)

[emet_sulk]

WHO: Emet-Selch and whoever
WHAT: Questing and getting up to (hopefully minimal) trouble
WHEN: January
WHERE: Camelot area
WARNINGS: Implied body horror for first prompt. There may be mild spoilers so let me know if that's something you want to avoid.


1. Bridge to the Other Side (Knight quest)

If he were in possession of his true magicks, Emet-Selch thinks sourly to himself as he gazes up at the bridge trolls surrounding him, then these beasts would be vanquished without a second thought.

The one in front of him leers and jabs a blunt finger in his face. "Hand over yer valuables if ye know what's good fer ye, little man."

He's sure that the brutes would be more intimidating to someone of shorter stature. Frankly, they would be intimidating to most anyone possessed of weaker wills. Emet-Selch, however, is not intimidated.

"I'm afraid I really must get by," he says evenly. "Don't you have better things to do with your time? Say, slavering over whatever it is you things eat?"

This produces a raucous round of grunts and laughter. Sighing, the Ascian unbelts his grimoire and flips through the pages to a new alchemy circle he has drawn for this precise situation. Actually, while he's at it...

"To me," he says quietly. His familiar materialises out of a swirl of shadows with a growl. At his silent command, it starts to glow and ripple violet. Emet-Selch's eyes glow bright gold and an arcane wind whips up around them, forcing the less self-assured trolls to back up a step and look on fearfully. A strangled gasp. He doubles over, convulsing - the gwiber joins itself to him, body and all, granting him part of its form and its power.

He is still a man, but he is also a dragon. His eyes gleam bright violet with gold edging, wings tear their way out of the back of his vest and shirt, flashes of dark indigo scaling harden across swathes of skin, and his hands and feet grow into thick, lethal claws. Most importantly, however, power thrums through him. Not nearly the same as what he ought to possess, but enough.

"Shall we see what I can make of your blood and bone?" he says, before bursting out into a guttural laugh. He holds the grimoire out before him, readying his spell for whoever attacks him first.

2. Shadlin Shakers (Knight quest)

It's quiet in the woods. Too quiet. During the day they had been unremarkable, and someone with less care for their work may have been content to leave it at that and leave before dark fell. However Emet-Selch, for all his laziness, believes in doing a job properly. He comes to the woods in the late afternoon and stays until night darkens the land. There are many creatures who won't show themselves except under cover of darkness. It is these creatures he wishes to see - if aught exist.

Fortunately for him, they seem to indeed. He can see and feel their eyes staring at him from out of the shadows. They aren't too unnerving at first, but the deeper he heads into the woods, the more their gazes bother him. He has grown used to making himself the centre of attention (for the greater good of his people) but he always had moments of reprieve. Private moments to himself and spaces to retreat to when it grew too much. Ultimately, the silent blinking eyes of the Dusklight Woods grows unbearable and he finds himself pivoting about, shouting.

"Are you quite done staring?!"

3. Reflections in Crystal (Mirror, Mirror TDM prompt)

Another cave. Emet-Selch strides in without a second thought, wishing people would stop hiding precious commodities in these dank sorts of places. Things would be so much easier if they had their necessary materials somewhere easily accessible.

Just as he's thinking this, an image begins to form before him. He halts, frowning suspiciously as the image wavers, clears, and materialises upon the ground. Not just one but many scattered all about the floor of the cave. Bodies. Cloaked in the dark robes of his people but he knows by their heights that they aren't his people.

"What trickery is this?" he mutters, walking over to one and nudging it over with his foot. It rolls over, white, nondescript mask falling from their face to reveal a lifeless Felih.

He reels to his feet. Checking the others reveals more familiar faces: those of the people he has grudgingly allowed himself to care about. Irhya, Jophrey, the matriarch, and more from long, long ago in his past. And past them all...someone standing before an altar to Zodiark, dressed in Ascian robes with a jagged staff of violet crystal in one hand, made again in the image of his god. He knows who it is before they turn around.

Is that how he looked like before? Cold, lifeless eyes behind a red mask sweeping detachedly across the dead. His illusory self fixes its gaze upon him last.

"Necessary sacrifices to bring back our star," the other him says. "Mere fragments, unworthy of your time."

There's another figure lying on the altar behind them. He steps around and feels his stomach drop. The name slips from his lips before he can stop himself.

"Hythlodaeus..."

Lying bloodied and mangled, as he remembers seeing them in the aftermath of the Final Days. But it's clear Hythlodaeus is not part of the other sacrifices littering the cave floor. No, those sacrifices are for him. His people. To bring them back to life.

He backs away feeling numb. This is the cost, writ plain as day. He has succeeded in ignoring it for so long but the toll is laid out for him to see. Everywhere he turns, another body. Closer to the walls, they pile so high as to nearly reach the ceiling. If he were to approach and turn over each one, he's sure he would recognise every face.

The other him lays an ethereal hand on his shoulder and leans in, whispering. "Why do you hesitate? Are you afraid? Then allow me to dispel your doubts..."

It raises its staff and the staff begins to glow. Emet-Selch doesn't seem to notice, rooted in place as he is and staring at the countless bodies stretching before him.

4. Wildcard

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Comments

[angel_of_death]

Walter would ask what has gotten into him, but at the moment they're still being closely observed. At least the man's familiar is helping him get a hold of himself.

As for the eyes... whatever creatures they are, they haven't made a move yet.

"How long have you been out here?"

[emet_sulk]

"Not long... I think."

It's then that he remembers his pocket watch. He takes it out to check. "An hour, or thereabouts," he mutters, slipping it back. "There is naught here but these unsettling eyes. I'm not sure what those researchers hope to glean."

[angel_of_death]

"Preliminary details, I expect. Whether or not they are hostile, or if they pose a threat to passers-by. It would seem, at least, as though they do not go out of their way to attack others. They know restraint."

Walter pauses, briefly mulling over the information.

"That would suggest some level of intelligence, wouldn't you say?"

[emet_sulk]

He shrugs sullenly. The gwiber on his shoulder voices a low trill in an attempt to reassure him. "I suppose..."

Well, if the creatures won't show themselves then he's going to leave. He'll not stand here and be silently judged by them.

"You may stay if you like but I shall be taking my leave of this place," he says shortly, turning to go.

[angel_of_death]

Walter waves a send-off to the man; if he's had his fill and gathered the observations he needs, there's little reason for him to remain.

"Go on ahead. I don't imagine I'll be very long."

Especially if the creatures aren't up to anything interesting aside from staring.

oh my god what do you mean its been almost a month.... what the fuck

[weenwoon]

(OOC still so goddamn salty my first tag got eaten and I can't for the life of me remember what exactly it was like.)

Hythlodaeus nods - he's scared, alright, but right now there are other concerns.

"...I'll hold on, but truly, I am more concerned for you, Irhya. As the one who proposed this outing in the first place, I say we head back, no matter what Hades thinks," he adds, looking over Irhya's head at his stubborn friend. "And... if there is aught we can do right now to at least stop the bleeding, we should do that, too."

Hythlodaeus shakes his head, feeling wretchedly helpless.

"If you lose too much blood, we'll be at even more risk, and who knows what else might lurk nearby?"

time is fake :')

[emet_sulk]

He sighs, looking away. Like it or not, returning to Camelot may be the best course. They don't have the equipment or skills (or magical power) to take on an unknown beast. Not when they also have to protect Hythlodaeus.

He suspects his friend is more shaken than they're letting on, too.

"Irhya is a healer. Mayhap you have a point, however. Frustrating though it is to have come all this way with nothing to show for it." He glances in the direction they had run from, wondering what else may lurk in the darkness. "Next time, we will come back with a larger party. There must be something which can injure that thing."

[omnicrafter]

"I can at least seal the wound quickly. I'll take care of the rest when I get back." Leaning against a wooden fence, she musters focus enough to force the blood to coagulate rapidly, slowing her bleeding until it trickles to a sluggish stop. It still hurts, though; she breathes out a hard sigh when she pushes off from the fence again.

"See? You don't have to worry." Irhya smiles up at Hythlodaeus, nodding. "I'm sorry you had to see that, at any rate."

[emet_sulk]

Emet-Selch does just that, waving a careless hand above his shoulder as he strides off. Hopefully his observations are worth something to the one who requested the task.

And finis!

[angel_of_death]

Just as he said, Walter remains only a few minutes longer.

Those eyes... he can't help but be reminded of the eyes of his partner. Not for their colour, but their watching, seemingly from nowhere, as though inhabiting a pool of living darkness until the darkness itself coalesces into physical form.

With that thought in mind, he, too, turns to leave. Perhaps someone with light magic will be able to shine a light on the matter.