Dreams of Darkness
Twenty Seventh Day of the First Month 294 AC
There were not grand columns here, no soaring arches of bone, there was no arcane script upon the walls, no incense in the air, only a minor node at the end of one of the Forge's longest capillaries, a place to draw minerals from the deep earth to supplement the bodies fed into its harvesting chambers. Yet in this place there was a ritual terrible and desperate as any you have ever seen.
Seven many-legged figures no larger than a hound shuffled in the dark, their legs like fractures in the air blacker than night, always shifting, always changing... always even never odd. Their eyes are not bright and yet they shine with light and madness begotten.
It is almost beautiful, you shake off the thought with an inward shudder as though you had just just stepped into a clutching bog without noticing, though you are currently in a diminutive draconic form clutching at the stone with needle sharp claws.
You can hear the others behind you. Lya's determined stride, though lighter than usual, Vee's tread whisper soft even here beneath the earth where only lichen and strange fungus grows, Dany on wings of silver.
"Now." The word rings across five minds.
Dany's
spell ripples through the cave, a web of energy means to bind and ensnare... but the ritual only seems to drink it in deep and greedily, grounding the dream-wrought magics to some other realm.
There is a scuttling at the edge of perceptions, a thousand thousand black and slender legs ranging in a hall of dying echoes.
Vee commands a
false angel into the battle, but its form melts as soon as it crosses the threshold, the light of its wings unable to pierce the growing gloom. It is Lya who lands the first telling blow, a whispered spell of
mind's undoing, her fear made all the sharper weapon in her hand.
One of the spiders breaks off from their dreadful dance to pounce on Varys and snare her in the threads of web that trail them like ribbons from some mad festival. Her stinger darts into its belly heavy with
arcane venom and the darkness screams in a thousand tongues at once:
"Who Dares Defile The Dance of My Worship, Who Stings the Brood of My Dreams?"
Around you the Forge quakes as the wrath and the malice of the voice washes over you, but this is not the first time you have heard a god's voice, nor those who stand beside you, nor even is it the only time you have faced one in their wrath. There are more terrors in the world than gods... and in this place and in this hour you are one.
Terror radiates around your form out of all proportion with the diminutive form you now wear and of the six spiders who still have their wits about them three now cower, their dance stilled, their fearsome mien lost.
The final pair cast one last desperate prayer, death and ruin upon all that lives they call in tongues of malice and madness. You are still inside the Forge... the
Forge is alive.
Whether their goddess would or indeed could grant them their will you will never know, before the final word is uttered you will
death manifest upon this hall, cold, pitiless and final, and the spiders crumple. No more things of alien fractals, but grotesque puppets with their strings cut and with them dies the ritual.
Lya is quick to seal away those who remain. In the wake of her magic there is only heavy breathing and heartbeats made quicker with fear of what you had just narrowly avoided.
"Damn," you breathe into the silence. "That was..."
"I don't think she would've actually done it," Vee interjects. "Not all the way, the Old Gods would have fought. Could've damaged the roots though."
"Well
I for one am glad we do not have to figure out how to repair the Forge from divine sabotage, though I am even more curious as to how the Hells the Deep Ones were able to drive Urak to seed the Forge with the children of... Her black dreams."
"Xor said they were of the Far Realm and the Dreamlands both. Leng is an island deep in the Dreamlands where only madmen walk, unknowing for most, knowing for some seeking wealth and secrets," Dany interjects.
What do you do next?
[] Interrogate Urak
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[] Interrogate Saenena
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: Not the worst outcome you could have had here by a longshot, but Lolth definitely noticed.