Pangothicon (pt. 2)
After a short lecture on the Gothic environment and its threats, as well as the nature of the Theme, the Educator and Class stood in the middle of a broad avenue on the edge of Huron, the eerie settlement. Smiling, the Educator discharged the Class to explore and meet back in front of the Academy in six hours. He then strode away, cane clacking cheerfully on the cobblestones, leaving the hapless youths with no guidance save the desperate voice of Ms. Parker, who failed to elicit obedience.
It took a little convincing and even a bit of self-rationalization, but Solomon managed to sway Penelope to assist him in a deed usually perceived as most foul.
Robbery.
A saunter across the sanctums and dens of the provincial occultists ensued - crude ramshackle wards disassembled like a ribbon undone on unexpecting gift wrapping - and soon resulted in a trove of barely-magical garbage, as well as an armful of artifacts with true power. A book of forbidden secrets thieved from a collector of eldritch relics, an athame from a reckless cultist's atelier, and a revolver from the attic of a family whose progenitor was a hunter of supernatural beasts.
After that, research. Apathetic to effort even on a good day, nonetheless Solomon felt compelled to pen a competent essay. That couldn't be done without at least some attention and examination. He spoke with Penelope as they walked through the forests, curiosity drawn out with the benefits of exploration shown.
"Any similarities to Fortuna?"
"Not a lot," she said. "Fortuna's basically Europe, right down to the shape of the continent."
He took a second to imagine that. "Only Europe? What about the rest of the world?"
"Dissolves into pale mist, the further you go away from the center. Any who wander into it are lost," she said, sounding as if reciting a second-hand account. "Aside from that, we haven't explored much of it yet. It's mostly politics and medieval fiefdoms bickering with each other, so you'd probably hate it."
"Hrm."
"I've been contemplating writing that essay," she said as a change of topic.
"About what?"
"Don't know yet."
"Hmm." Solomon already had a couple of ideas, although only a few of them were grounded in anything truly substantial. It seemed that analyzing the correspondences between Themes was simultaneously a low-hanging and relatively flavorful fruit. "Well, I'll let you know if I come up with something solid. I've got a couple of ideas, but none that I really like. I'm not against letting people borrow my ideas, assuming they're at least willing to listen to me when I speak."
She cocked her head to the side. "You don't feel listened to?"
"Not really."
"Why? I believe you, that you can see the future."
He raised an eyebrow. "That belief's really spread around, huh?"
"Well, you've been going to 'remedial lessons.' Whatever that is. I assure you no one else has that, so, yeah, a lot of people are wondering what's up with you," she said, letting out a slight snort. "If you need someone to hear you out, I've got an open ear."
"Thanks," he said, strangely gratified. It wasn't only Harrison, then? Had the Educator's seminars paid off more substantial dividents than initially believed?
Then, a shudder radiated through the world; manifestly dark and alluring, a call like a siren's song in the benthic depths, dragging you deeper. A convulsion of its every facet, from the somber blades of grass to fluttering leaves on bifurcating branches. A wind came soon after, cold and full of mystery.
It'd been there ever since Solomon entered Pangothica, now intensified.
"Did you feel that?" asked Solomon.
"Yeah. A creepy feeling on my spine."
"It's at the center of this place. This... region," he said. And then, adventurously, with a slight smile, "Wanna check it out?"
"Seems dangerous," she commented, casually, with a veneer of unconcern. An indifference that masked worry, not necessarily about herself, but about Solomon, as if making sure that he was certain about doing something dumb.
"So's Enrollment."
She hummed in agreement. "Let's check it out, then."
It wasn't off by even half an hour on foot, or so, according to a simple divination that Solomon cast with a muttered invocation. It was, however, a laborious and unwelcome trek: an uphill climb and then a procession down a valley and then up yet another hill. Through a couple of flatlands and meadows, even a farm with creepy scarecrows in the stretching fields of navel-tall moon-cast wheat. It looked abandoned, the side of the red-white barn scratched by some massive beast, the house's windows shattered. They decided not to linger. Those scarecrows had almost too intense of a stare to them.
They encountered a forest, one that emanated malice: blood-soaked roots, crimson and knurled like dry veins sapping vitality from the earth, leaves shimmering ethereally azure in the air like a dark reflection of some fairytale. In the darkness cast by obscuring shoots and boughs, the trunks of the trees seemed to have baleful faces with jagged teeth and terrible, soul-draining eyes. And yet, none of this darkness bothered them, malevolence parting like a sea before a prophet, as if welcoming them deeper in. Solomon's stomach churned. He couldn't predict whether this was an auspicious occurrence or not. The amulet about his neck shook and trembled worryingly.
They emerged in a grove at a mountainside, its distant peak covered with mysterious, fuzzy evergreens and a cap of snow and frost, surrounded on every side by serrated crags and steep inclines of rock, moonlit and stark. Here, within the depths of the mountain, somewhere in the underbelly, he sensed an ancient wellspring.
It was a location where the eerie chaos of the outer cosmos descended and formed into an abnormal leyline that collected itself underneath the geographical feature of the mountain, drawn ever further upwards through vile murders and dark deeds performed at its base over the centuries. He could discern these grim truths easily, as each came in visions and states of mind without prompting: the elder power offering its secrets without duplicity or reticence. It formed a reservoir down there, a nightly pond that now threatened to spill out during moments of celestial convergence and birth madness into the world.
It'd form the embryonic nucleus of an entity - in several weeks or months. It'd need time to metamorphose even after that and create an elementary identity from its amorphous bulk. However, in due time, the entity would become a potentially colossal, world-ending threat: something the Gothic Class may well have to deal with in time.
And yet, almost rivetingly, Solomon could feel the clarifying lens of his inner genius turning outward with a scrutinizing eye, a filament coming alight within the mind to illuminate every thought - as the Magician devised a new idea from the purifying flames of entirely formless Thematics.
The Magician was about applying human resourcefulness, and Solomon had every tool needed at his disposal to make the most of this precious opportunity: chalk and the ability to procure more, the memorized contents of a bookshelf's worth of occult tomes, and the lucid acumen that foresaw any errors. More than anything, he possessed the Necronomicon, the contents of which had a ritual sketched out specifically for an occurrence such as this. This wasn't a threat to the world, or at least it didn't have to be. Instead, it could be turned into a tremendous opportunity. Here, there was only hubris for someone who didn't understand their own capabilities.
And Solomon did, casting a gaze into the skein of possibility, and untangling a single thread from its confusing tangle.
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Will: 25
Credit: 5.7
XP: 1,855
It'll take time, it'll take effort, and it'll take ingenuity - but you earnestly believe with your Education, you can accomplish the draining of this small ley. You're lucky that its contents are relatively undeveloped, and the volume itself relatively small, as otherwise you could've had trouble with it!
It wouldn't take you significant effort to convince Penelope to aid you with this insane proposal, as you're able to strike all the right chords of pursuing strength with her in a short exchange of dialogue - it was accounted for in the Will expenditure.
Choose your Advanced Empowerment:
[ ] Absorption - A common saying among the world's Enrolled villains forewarns of the hubris in absorbing an energy field bigger than one's own head. How can you then act so confident, when you're about to do that to an energy field bigger than your own house? It's simple: you're built different.
*Absorb the wellspring. Gain 2,000-3,000 XP (variable, random.) This XP counts as doubled if spent on Eldritch.
*75% chance to unlock Eldritch (Level 1) for an hour, after which your symbiote will enter hibernation until you actually purchase the Aspect.
[ ] Distribution - However, you aren't the only individual here, and needn't be the sole beneficiary! After explaining the mechanisms of the ritual and permitting her a look into your charts, convince Penelope this is a safe procedure and she ought to partake.
*Absorb the wellspring into yourself and Penelope. Both of you gain 1,500-2,250 XP (variable, random.) This XP counts as double if spent on Eldritch / Seraph.
*75% chance to unlock Eldritch / Seraph (Level 1) for an hour, after which your symbiote and Penelope's grace enter hibernation until you actually purchase the Aspects. Your chances are separate, therefore the odds that at least one of you gets an immediate benefit is doubled relative to Absorption.
[ ] Storage - Instead, ritualistically store the contents of the wellspring in a purified container. As a result, you'll be able to use it later to terrifying effect, either to empower yourself as above, to create an artifact, or for a myriad of other purposes.
*Acquire: Eldritch Flask.
[ ] Eldritch Immersion [30 Will, 12 Credit] - Why absorb mere potential? Force the power out into the candid light. The Rite of Absorption, mighty as it may be, is only a gross and lesser reflection of the ritual that offers real power. Complete the Rite of Eldritch Immersion, as described on page one hundred and six of the Necronomicon.
A complicated and inherently unstable ritual, entwining the essence of the wellspring more completely with your spirit. Combined with your expenditure on Advanced Empowerment, it'll require altogether twenty-four Credit to produce the ingenuity of thought to come up with a reliable stabilizing schema.
*Gain 10,000 XP. This XP counts as doubled if spent on Eldritch or Arcanum.
*Gain Aspect: Eldritch (Level 4) immediately.
*Discount Eldritch (Level 5) by 50%.
*Develop an Eldritch Technique of your choice at Level 2 immediately, and another at Level 1.
*Become the strongest first-year.
[ ] Angelic Immersion [25 Will, 10 Credit] - And yet... inherent to your nature is the mentorship of another, not the assumption of a central role. Much as the Hermit shines with a lantern to guide the way, the Magician shows the secrets of the Arcana to its clients.
Better yet, you'll have many excuses to slack off as a result and demand favors from the one empowered instead of yourself...
*Penelope gains 15,000 XP. This XP counts as doubled if spent on Seraph, Truthseeker, or Lawbringer.
*Penelope gains Aspect: Seraph (Level 4) immediately.
*Penelope discounts Seraph (Level 5) by 75%.
*Penelope develops two Seraph Techniques of her choice at Level 2 immediately.
*Penelope isn't dumb enough to turn down cosmic power. It may be at least partially desperation that drives her to accept, but she wouldn't do this without some trust.
*Penelope will become the strongest first-year.
*She'll be profusely thankful for your aid in smacking down the Engine. +++Penelope.
*This is blatant simping.
*Furthermore, because this is in tune with your Role, you gain 250 XP.