Lightning in a Bottle (RP)

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Apr 27, 2024 12:37 am
Ezmaray digs her fingernails into her clenched palm and focuses on the pain to keep from scratching.

"We know your tricks," she calls out into the misty forest. "You will not draw us away. Lucky for you, we are here to talk and do not wish for violence."
Apr 27, 2024 6:53 am
Focus on the rope, Roald. Focus.
He wraps the rope around his hand and keeps the line nice and tight. Ready to react when he is needed.
'' EVERYTHING OK?''
He shouts, but his voice doesn't carry far. The mist functions as a sound sponge.

''guys?''

He looks around and feels the weight of the grey walls around him.

idiot, you should have stayed together. What if...? no... Focus!
Apr 27, 2024 8:27 am
Gronk hears the voice calling out of the mist, but has already been warned that these mist monsters will play tricks. Given the improbability of the voice being real, I think he would recognize the trick and not fall for it.

"Guys, I'm hearing fake voices to lure me to the left. I'm sure you guys are getting something similar- let's ignore them."
Apr 28, 2024 7:22 pm
"I think I'm getting that too." Albert concludes. "It's as if Theo is calling me from over there."

"ROALD, CAN YOU HEAR US?" He yells in the direction of the rope.
Apr 28, 2024 7:33 pm
Roald is unable to hear Albert, and the group is unable to hear Roald'scall [ref]. The only means of communication the two teams have is the rope, and whatever signals you agreed upon before separating.
Apr 28, 2024 7:35 pm
You ignore the distracting voices and they give up and fall silent. You have sloped down into a marshy area of the river and the mist is thick and heavy, forming a dense white wall in font of you. The rope runs out and pulls tight a moment before you arrive at the water.

The moon is in front of you and its light flickers as it plays off the water onto the mist. It is almost like it is forming images, projected onto a sheet in a show. You see the shape of an old woman, bent-of-back and clutching a walking-stick in both her gnarled hands. She regards you with nervous suspicion, but does not move or speak.

What do you do?
Apr 28, 2024 8:09 pm
Ezmaray, mesmerized, gazes upon the moon's reflection, her tension dissolving into awe as she feels herself drawn toward this mystical scene. She pauses at the rope's end, shivers running down her spine.

Word was, Larinia sometimes adopted the form of a beautiful young woman; at other times -- that of a crone. Shaken, Ezme presses a fist to her chest and bows her head in whispered prayer:


"Lady of the moon, mother of wolf,
With your brush and wash of silver paints
illuminate the path that winds through shadow.
Bring voice to songs once swallowed in silence
and peace to souls who ache for rest."
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Apr 28, 2024 8:35 pm
- Ezme -

It is hard to tell with the flat planes of the projected image, but you think the woman scowls as you address her thus. There may be a slight sneer of contempt at the idea of her being related to your goddess.

She looks slightly less nervous, but still does not speak, or really acknowledge your party at all.
Apr 28, 2024 9:24 pm
Despite the old woman's scowl, the trapper feels all the safer having spoken a prayer to her goddess. Whoever this was, it was no normal human, and Ezmaray has little idea what she should expect from this encounter....

She glances at the others, then clears her throat before attempting to address the being.

"Creature of darkness and elusion, we come seeking clarity regarding your ways and intentions, that there be no discord between you and the people of this land..." She pauses, then continues. "... for we are many... And you should not wish to make of us your enemy."
Apr 29, 2024 3:28 pm
Gronk will call out, "Is it you who made all this mist? Do you control the mistlings too?"
Apr 29, 2024 3:40 pm
- Gronk -

Ezme's polite and deferential approach seemed to fall flat and failed to illicit a response from the being.

Surprisingly, your outright demand for answers is more successful. The old woman appears to turn her face to you, the expression still not at all what one might call 'friendly', but she 'nods'... or at least that is a possible interpretation of what just happened.
She does not move, but instead flickers from one image to another: facing you, head up; then —flash— head down, her face concealed by falling hair; then again looking at you; with no intervening motion.

She seems to confirm that this is her doing. Detailed conversation with her may be complicated by the lack of speech, but at least she shows willing to try communicate.

What do you do?
Apr 29, 2024 11:19 pm
"Your mists extend through the nearby towns and your mistlings attack people. Could you bring them in a bit so the townspeople can sleep in peace?"
Apr 30, 2024 7:03 am
Albert nods, agreeing with Gronk's and Ezme's statements "We mean you no harm. But in return, we ask you and your mistlings to not harm others."
Apr 30, 2024 11:33 am
At the mention of 'the townspeople' and 'harm' there is a flash of anger —and possible disappointment?— on the figure's face. Then the images changes to show you her standing without her cane, but holding her stomach in a way that suggests 'hunger'. Then she stumbles forward and grabs her cane, her face once more showing... annoyance? directed towards the townspeople?

What do you do?
May 1, 2024 1:08 pm
Ezmaray's brow furrows. ".... The townspeople did something to cut you off from your ... sustenance?" she guesses.
May 1, 2024 1:11 pm
The figure 'turns' to face Ezme and nods. There still seems to be a higher level of annoyance directed towards the girl than to the others, but you can't say why.

What do you do?
May 1, 2024 1:30 pm
Ezmaray, who is accustomed to being treated with a certain level of disdain, thinks little of the additional annoyance directed her way.

"What can we do to help resolve problem?" she continues.
May 1, 2024 3:42 pm
"And what do you like to eat?"
May 1, 2024 6:06 pm
The figure looks frustrated at the questions. They are not easy ones to answer with its limited 'vocabulary'. It pauses for a while, thinking, then stares at Ezme in a way that is very reminiscent of an elder exasperated with a child that should know the answers, it touches its foot and then its hand, then is sighs and turns to Gronk, pondering.

After a few moments of awkward 'silence', the figure seems to have gathered its thoughts enough to try an explanation...

In a flash the cane becomes a knife, which it passes overs its arm. Silvery liquid drips, and is captured in a grail. In the next scene it is drinking from the grail, but the scale seems wrong.

Gronk: Something about this strange tableau reminds you of something, if you can just remember what it is. Some piece of local history or folklore, maybe? Something from the stage? Maybe with the others help you can put it together and find an answer.

What do you do?
May 1, 2024 8:17 pm
Ezme turns to Albert and Gronk. "She pointed to places I am bleeding. She must be like mistlings; blood sates her hunger." She frowns, remembering Wankle's words: You eat ... power.

"... The invisible wounds... Those are different.... Those provide her... another type of power?" She turns a puzzled glance back to the crone.
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