Octagon - Another Purpose - Game Thread.

Things were unfolding quickly.

Something tricky was going on with Zinobia. It was apparent that he was about to break through the "brown" passage as "the thing" that revealed him something, and probably, partially or fully posessed him was pushing him there.

His eyes darted panickly between threatening posture of Mandoric's Seskii, Mandoric, and staring at him Ronna. He was in utter confusion. He mumbled, moaned "Please.... you promised me! You can not betray me.... We need to go there... He is there... I know my feelings.... " - but then his eyes filled with anger and he thrown threatening gaze towards T'Jekyll, as he felt something threating from T'Jekyll as well.

T'Jekyll also had hard time with all this mess. He stretched his arm, in vain attempt to reach OOLIN, which was on opposite side of the room, far from him, and was pushed towards opposite dirrection.
She was also... under this "thing" influence... also struggling...

Critical Failure > T'Jekyll

Suddenly, with loud throat sound, T'Jekyll, turned towards the "purple" passage, and with all speed and power he could gather, rushed, hurled into the fog, passing through soft purple light of the colorful stripe.

Immidiately all other 7 walls turned into black, solid, opaque material, leaving the party in darkness. Only light that came into the room was coming from the foggy landscape outside of the purple gate, and that soft purple glow from the floor.

Then Mandoric Seskii, followed him in a glimpse of second, dissolving in the fog .

OOLIN made sad, moaning sound. She felt broken.
OOLIN senses were returning to her, but she was left with feeling of emptiness, sadness. Something was unresolved.
OOLIN recieves temporary perk - pls add to character sheet: (temporary, works as curse, will bring different random implications) Urge of Ratanis - Unresolved.
OOLIN loses 2 int points.

OOLIIN recieves 2 xp as reward for GM intrusion, 1 for herself 1 to give up to other player (as GM i can suggest - my suggestion would be T'Jekyll)


Then, from the outside, from the fog emerged another moaning, of different kind, belonging, obviously to T'Jekyll.

Zinobia, spitting, and hissing rushed to chase both T'Jekyll and Mandoric Seskii.

He shouted: "Damn you! You ruining everything! My son! Ah, you, stinky Baligna poo! ... Can not be... You!..... - He almost cried, hysterically.... Damn you, why?!!!!!...... - he stopped right above the purple floor block, made step outside and felt on his knees, silently cursing.

He got some unresolved thing as well

Attitude change - pls update in your CC:
Zinobia >> T'Jekyll - Major Decrease (---), to: Annoyed.
Zinobia >> Mandoric - Sagnificant Decrease (--), to: Cautious.
Zinobia >> Ronna - Minor Decrease (-), to: Neutral.
Zinobia >> OOLIN - Minor Decrease (-), to: Neutral.

M1T1 round requires everyone's action

Please OOLIN and T'Jekyll, please add Intelligence rolls to your actions (edit your posts). I will modify them myself.

Nyom's turn left to advance, if you can do the action that would be awesome, but no hurries if you need more time - take it, we ok with speed. Simply if you can post right now/today i can release new advance now before i go to sleep :)

Mandoric went out and saw T'Jekyll not far from the exit, standing and smiling.

His Seskii was happy and standing between T'Jekyll legs, watching him coming out.

As T'Jekyll grabbed and hugged OOLIN, Mandoric Seskii hapilly runs towards Mandoric. It was his Seskii again. It was happy, and was very glad to see him.
Zinobia raised his head towards T'Jekyll, and then, perhaps feeling attention from Ronna raised up and turned his head towards her, and said :

Those two... why they came... Why... Ruined..... I am almost sure my son is there. Yeah..... That wave... it made me ... weird... I understand. But... as it looked for... puprose.... my only puprose is him. And it felt that. I am sure he is on brown. - he spitted down, shrugged, and made sad grimace. - I should get there somehow. With you, or without.

Then he turned back, towards the entrance, and gone out, past T'Jekyll and OOLIN, deeper into the fog. Probably, he returned to himself, and now he was just old, normal Zinobia. Old lone wolf. Just more sad, than before.

Only Nyom and Ronna left in the dark room, T'Jekyll and OOLIN, Mandoric and his Seskii, and Zinobia are outside.

M1T1 Everyones turn required to advance

Waiting for OOLIN and T'Jekyll actions. We are past 1.5 days from last turn update, generally guys, lets try to be within the frame of maximum 1.5 days for 1 turn (as stated in game details 5 posts per week). Please track turns, because majority of turns require everyones post to advance.
thanks and cheers :)

Party moved forward, and Mandoric's perception did not notice any immidiate danger in the landscape in front of them.
The "landing room" building was situated on a small hill, and there was swampy natural landscape in front of the exit, encased in two huge walls. They were looking really huge, gargauntuan. The fog was so thick that even the party could not see their top edges. They were far above.

In the middle of the landscape, running between small ponds and swamps, was thin gray trail made of light gray even material. It was very clean in contrast to the swampy surroundings.

Party moved by this trail, going deeper into the fog. As they advanced more and more of the landscape was revealed to them, as they saw something on the edge of the visible area - silhouettes, which after a few steps further were revealed by the fog as group of people standing on traingle-shaped platform.

The people on the platform could be visually differed to two groups -

First ones were more than ten, they looked like soldiers and they were armed and wore white armors. All their equipment had unnatural white color.
Few of them instead of weapons had two triangle like shields in shape of 45-angled sharp triangle. Those were attached to their hands, and, probably served at same time as shields and as sharp-edge lance-knifes.
One of normally armed men stood right in the middle, he worn traingle-shaped heardress attached to back side of his head and probably was their leader. All those white-clad people stood without motion, except the leader, who waved slowly with his hands in the air, signaling to the party they were waiting for them and there is nothing to fear. He bowed slowly.

Other group consisted of small two girls, probably of age ten years old or so, few middle aged women, and one very old women which stood near to the leader of the "whites". Children and elder woman were in front of the wall of "White" soldiers, while rest of women were standing behind.
They watched with calm anticipation party's approach.
All those women and girls were wearing very simple gray hoods, and nothing more. They were standing with bare feet, holding their hands together in front of them.

Zinobia stopped, surprised and unsure if he should approach more, and party stopped after him.

The leader of the group and old women made few steps towards the party, and the man started to speak, his voice was calm, polite but cold:

We congratulate You on your resetlement, and we wish You will find and fulfill your puprose here, as Daar's design.

This language.... it was not Truth. But, stranglely, as most things which happened with our party members, eveyone understood what he said. Everyone knew this language, and it was unclear what triggered such.... sudden knowlege.
The language was similar to Truth, but it was not The Truth either.

You have nothing to fear.
Whatever reasons brought You to resetlement, or whatever You will do or where You will go, and where You will resettle - it's all about your choice, as said in Daar's Testament. For now, our mission here is to allow your passage and provide to You your Settler tokens, introduce you to the destination of Resettlement and to give You guidance, if needed.

We, mere followers and enforcers of Daar Testament, and of Daar Se's Dogma in particular, here to see that you will find your way - for now.

He looked inquisitively into everyones eyes, turned towards old woman, and nodded to her. She made few steps closer, and scanned everyone with her intense, even more inquisitive gaze.

He continued:
Before we proceed with our welcoming ritual, could you please, each one of you, state in few words who are you and what brought you to your resettlement - your will, your puprose's will or the guidance you recieved?
One two sentences, if you please, and then single reason for resettlement.

Meeting party leader waits for answer gazing inquisitively into eveyone's eyes.
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