Hallucination Caves Altar
10-16-2022, 12:23 PM
Hallucination Caves and the surrounding lands of Lazuli Falls, Cattail Creek and Grapevine Cathedral are all affected by a magical autumn, additionally, each land seems to have manifested hallucinogenic gasses, bright colors and if you look up at the roof of the cave you can see a sky full of stars. Under that stary roof you find a statue:
A gleaming marble statue rises lavishly from the ground atop a glass stage. Surrounded by fruits, mushrooms, and crystals in various shapes, this statue is wreathed in indulgence. Its three eyes glimmer sightlessly in a multitude of holographic colors. The ears, long and pointed, trail behind the crown like two sharp whips. No matter what the angle of viewing, something about this statue seems not quite right. Maybe there's an extra paw? Is the snout too long? It's not certain, but something is up with this statue.
The butterflies that once fluttered lazily about seem to be more frantic now, they move in patterns you can't seem to decipher. It seems... Almost like a warning? What was it the other familiars have been saying? Something has changed since the feast? It certainly feels like the air is more oppressive here than before and you get a creeping feeling something other than the butterflies is watching you very closely. Probably a good idea to make sure you pick your offering with care.
A gleaming marble statue rises lavishly from the ground atop a glass stage. Surrounded by fruits, mushrooms, and crystals in various shapes, this statue is wreathed in indulgence. Its three eyes glimmer sightlessly in a multitude of holographic colors. The ears, long and pointed, trail behind the crown like two sharp whips. No matter what the angle of viewing, something about this statue seems not quite right. Maybe there's an extra paw? Is the snout too long? It's not certain, but something is up with this statue.
The butterflies that once fluttered lazily about seem to be more frantic now, they move in patterns you can't seem to decipher. It seems... Almost like a warning? What was it the other familiars have been saying? Something has changed since the feast? It certainly feels like the air is more oppressive here than before and you get a creeping feeling something other than the butterflies is watching you very closely. Probably a good idea to make sure you pick your offering with care.
Make an IC post in this thread of your character making an offering on the altar before the statue found in the Hallucination Caves. Each character may only make a single offering. Each player may only participate in 8 total events this week. Note: For the purpose of not making people read and memorize every single post, you can assume the familiars are actively shuffling things around to make more room, and it’s totally fine to say that you put down flowers on the same area where someone else just put a pelt.
Deadline for offering: October 30th 9PM PST
All submissions must be posted by the deadline with no exceptions
All submissions must be posted by the deadline with no exceptions
10-25-2022, 05:51 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-25-2022, 05:53 AM by Gilgamesh. Edited 6 times in total.)
Night terrors he had long thought been solved had returned. Vivid, but also fuzzy at the same time, images of mushrooms and crystals fill the land and all of his orifices. Whispering voices pulled at his ears as he rumbled under his breath that he wanted to be left alone. He found himself waking to his own screams that could rattle the bones of the dead. Why could he not escape the torture of the Long Night? Leading up to the festival, things had been different. It was as if pockets of land had changed to Autumn before Summer was even ready to be over. Thankful that the days still cycled as they should, Gil couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Even as he took his family to the festival that beckoned them to the Stone Steppes, he wasn't able to fully enjoy the festivities. Nothing he did would shake the feeling of his guts twisting over and over and over again. As the festival faded to a good conclusion, no blood had seemed to be drawn, Gil heard once more a whispering call for him to follow. He tried to ignore the pools of blood in the new pockets of Autumn throughout Boreas. Telling himself that he was simply imagining the phenomena, he stopped by his family's den before continuing to follow the call of a specific statue's altar. The mottled man would travel alone, leaving behind his family in case anything bad would happen. Unlike some, Gil was always ready to accept the utmost worst fates. While he drew nearer to the western side of Auster, the magical pockets of autumn appeared to shift with wild colors and a sweet-smelling gas. His goat-like eyes felt as if they went cross-eyed the more he ventured closer to the caves. Compelled to reach his final destination, he would snarl, snap, and attempt to ignore the occurring hallucinations that appeared around him. Whispy creatures hummed lullabies while fading ghostly figures danced in the shadows. Maybe he was imagining things or maybe they were real... Finally approaching the caves that twinkled with the appearance of a night sky, he halted at the entrance. Why would this place be calling to him? Even as he peered in toward the mysterious statue, his heart skipped a beat. Something about it was familiar. The way the cave was cloaked in darkness while stars shimmered upon the ceiling. How the three-eyed marble creature stared relentlessly at him as if it knew what he had brought to offer. Willing himself to push through the uneasy feeling that consumed him, he approached the statue's altar with butterflies fanning the air around his body. Ignoring the frantic movement of the bugs and the ominous feeling that he was being watched, Gil pulled a vial from his borrowed satchel that held a single firefly within. How the firefly was still alive after all this time, he had no explanation, but it felt right to offer it to the statue. Placing it as gently as he could upon the altar, he lifted his yellow eyes one final time to the peering statue before backing away slowly. Removing himself from the cave as the hallucinations started to feel more than real, he tried to forget about how familiar the statue felt. ”Speech” ’Thought’ |
ooc. proof of gil's firefly's favor
NPC:
The patchwork man held aloft a bottle with a firefly in it. The statue knew this firefly well, and one of the familiars took the bottle and popped it open, freeing the bug within. The glowing friend bumbled towards the clear glass base of the statue, phasing into it as easily as it flew through air. Once inside the pedestal, the firefly flew around, his light brightening and illuminating the statue from beneath.
As you turn to go, an item catches your eye, and you can swear you hear a voice saying, "Take it, it's yours."
You have received:
Grow Potion
Staff: note when claimed
Something Strange Happens...
As you sleep that night, you see visions of yourself teaching your pups how to hone their abilities. You see them working hard and becoming successful, and you learn more by teaching them.
You gain 90 skill points of your choice.
Staff: note when claimed
The patchwork man held aloft a bottle with a firefly in it. The statue knew this firefly well, and one of the familiars took the bottle and popped it open, freeing the bug within. The glowing friend bumbled towards the clear glass base of the statue, phasing into it as easily as it flew through air. Once inside the pedestal, the firefly flew around, his light brightening and illuminating the statue from beneath.
As you turn to go, an item catches your eye, and you can swear you hear a voice saying, "Take it, it's yours."
You have received:
Grow Potion
Staff: note when claimed
Something Strange Happens...
As you sleep that night, you see visions of yourself teaching your pups how to hone their abilities. You see them working hard and becoming successful, and you learn more by teaching them.
You gain 90 skill points of your choice.
Staff: note when claimed
gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him
10-25-2022, 05:49 PM
A few days later, Avantika returned to the statue, carrying a clay pot she'd made, full of brightly-colored wildflowers. She just wanted to see how the fireflies had arranged her gifts, she told herself, but even she knew that that wasn't the whole truth. It was part of it, sure, but not all. But she couldn't think about that without feeling like a complete fool, and a reckless one at that -- something she had never thought of herself as before. The Long Night had not been so long ago that she should have any trust for magic. And this was definitely magic! It was strange and unfamiliar and oddly unnatural. But, a sliver of thought whispered, the Long Night never hurt you. It hurt Audra, but Audra was a fraud, a thief of her heart, a bad, bad person. It scared her, but what didn't? She had never been actually harmed by the magic.
Maybe she was wrong to be so afraid.
The scent was stronger now than it had been. As Avantika kept moving towards the caves where she'd found the statue before, her head began to ache suddenly. She pinned back her ears as a shrill whine suddenly shrieked through the silent air. It sounded like a wolf, but also somehow not. She couldn't go check it out. Shadows flashed in the corners of her vision as her pace increased from a comfortable lope to an all-out sprint.
Finally, she made it into the cave and met the gaze of the statue. She was still breathing heavily. The fireflies whirled about her, quicker and more erratic than before. Something was here. Something new. And just like that, Avantika was afraid again. She left her pot and bowed silently, then left. She was going home.
NPC:
The timid woman offers her gift quickly and turns to leave. It is a crafted pot with wildflowers. The fireflies take their time looking through each colorful bloom before letting the butterflies have their own turn.
As you scurry home, you see an object lying in your path, a butterfly relaxing atop it, and know somehow that it is meant for you.
You have received:
Shrink Potion
Staff: note when claimed
The timid woman offers her gift quickly and turns to leave. It is a crafted pot with wildflowers. The fireflies take their time looking through each colorful bloom before letting the butterflies have their own turn.
As you scurry home, you see an object lying in your path, a butterfly relaxing atop it, and know somehow that it is meant for you.
You have received:
Shrink Potion
Staff: note when claimed
Avantika is prone to panic attacks. Keep in mind when roleplaying with her.
Her companions, a female sharp-shinned hawk named Kaata and a black-thighed falconet named Kit can be assumed to always be close by unless otherwise stated.
Her companions, a female sharp-shinned hawk named Kaata and a black-thighed falconet named Kit can be assumed to always be close by unless otherwise stated.
10-25-2022, 06:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-25-2022, 06:28 PM by Usagi. Edited 2 times in total.)
What really surprised Usagi was that not only did he willingly march down to this whispy, psychedelic cave and offer an object to an equally bewildering statue..he was going to do it again.
The hohei was not with Kunai this time, though he wished he was. As he picked his way down the maw of the cave, recalling the unnaturally vivid polychrome of hues, the smoky whisps of fog and the twinkling of stars on the ceiling, he had to admit he'd never felt so unsettled. Nothing really phased the man - crashing onto Boreas' shores with his brother hadn't scared him. Being with his only kin on a land they knew nothing about hadn't scared him, either. Finally tracking down and confronting their absent father, trying to forgive him and facing his repressed emotions? Uncomfortable at best, but it wasn't..this. As the fog revealed the shimmering mammoth of a statue, its additional features casting themselves upon him, as if seeing through him, Usagi grasped his new, carefully planned offering in his maw, seeing others come and go with their own items. The butterflies that used to lazily flap around the altar's twisted features were a bit more energetic..or frantic.
Swallowing back the unease that rose in his throat, the stone-faced hohei approached the altar with his gift. It was a cup of the most beautiful shine, from his own precious tea set. He had crafted the set himself, collecting the clay in the bamboo maze's soft earth and forming it himself (not that he'd openly admit to his boyfriend or brother that he did enjoy claymaking). He'd meticulously taken the time to harden it in the sun, wash it gently in the shores of the bay, and stain it a soft umber shade with lighter striping from handmade dye, one made of various nuts and charcoal. It was his own craft, the best he'd ever made. And he was offering it to the altar. Usagi made his way over, trying not to think about the statue's sharp gaze settling upon him, and set the teacup down at its base. Eyeing the familiars fluttering about, he whisked away his unease with a respectful bow, then turning around and tracking the scents of wolves before him to make his way through the whispy fog, and back outside.
"Kunai Speech." & "Usagi Speech."
The hohei was not with Kunai this time, though he wished he was. As he picked his way down the maw of the cave, recalling the unnaturally vivid polychrome of hues, the smoky whisps of fog and the twinkling of stars on the ceiling, he had to admit he'd never felt so unsettled. Nothing really phased the man - crashing onto Boreas' shores with his brother hadn't scared him. Being with his only kin on a land they knew nothing about hadn't scared him, either. Finally tracking down and confronting their absent father, trying to forgive him and facing his repressed emotions? Uncomfortable at best, but it wasn't..this. As the fog revealed the shimmering mammoth of a statue, its additional features casting themselves upon him, as if seeing through him, Usagi grasped his new, carefully planned offering in his maw, seeing others come and go with their own items. The butterflies that used to lazily flap around the altar's twisted features were a bit more energetic..or frantic.
Swallowing back the unease that rose in his throat, the stone-faced hohei approached the altar with his gift. It was a cup of the most beautiful shine, from his own precious tea set. He had crafted the set himself, collecting the clay in the bamboo maze's soft earth and forming it himself (not that he'd openly admit to his boyfriend or brother that he did enjoy claymaking). He'd meticulously taken the time to harden it in the sun, wash it gently in the shores of the bay, and stain it a soft umber shade with lighter striping from handmade dye, one made of various nuts and charcoal. It was his own craft, the best he'd ever made. And he was offering it to the altar. Usagi made his way over, trying not to think about the statue's sharp gaze settling upon him, and set the teacup down at its base. Eyeing the familiars fluttering about, he whisked away his unease with a respectful bow, then turning around and tracking the scents of wolves before him to make his way through the whispy fog, and back outside.
NPC:
The red-topped man approached, leaving a beautiful cup as offering. Oh how it shined in the light of the fireflies! If only it had been full of tea! Luckily, the butterflies remedied that quickly, although where they got a hot kettle of tea, or how they carried it, and poured it still steaming into the cup was a mystery. You swear you can see the statue's eyes glint as the cup is raised to the pedestal.
"Next time, let's sit and sip together," you think you hear in the back of your mind.
In the fog, you make out an object, a firefly flashing as if to bring your attention to it.
You have received:
Potion of Perception
Staff: note when claimed
The red-topped man approached, leaving a beautiful cup as offering. Oh how it shined in the light of the fireflies! If only it had been full of tea! Luckily, the butterflies remedied that quickly, although where they got a hot kettle of tea, or how they carried it, and poured it still steaming into the cup was a mystery. You swear you can see the statue's eyes glint as the cup is raised to the pedestal.
"Next time, let's sit and sip together," you think you hear in the back of your mind.
In the fog, you make out an object, a firefly flashing as if to bring your attention to it.
You have received:
Potion of Perception
Staff: note when claimed
wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—
10-25-2022, 09:24 PM