Arc 14 Post 55: What Gnaws Deep
What Gnaws Deep
18th of February 2007 A.D.
Without thought your limbs align to the points of the compass, to the passage of the sun and the path of the moon and each in turn you bow to fire, air, earth and life and then at last you strike the earth, final unshaking pillar that bridges worlds. From the Earth a crumbling archway rises, though all the ages still obedient to to the script carved upon adamant in the hour of its carving. Wandering gate, judgement's gate that evens the scales though the time Uncounted. The Hollow Man, Marcus Drusus had built up quite the debt.
As you step though the hollowness that isn't air screams, as you step though the crushing-from-that-isn't-earth groans as as layered lies are contested for the first time with an alien order, Sophia at your heels, her eyes alight with green and skin already cracking with the form of the dragon within and beside her a wizard bearing a black staff that alone of all the things here is not of your nor of the Other.
The Other... the moment your thought had landed upon it the crushing weight of its regard lands upon you in turn, a vast and knowing Intelect, a broken thing whose being breaks the cosmos. It does not even seem to notice the Sorcerers and Sophia it sees only as an extention of you, but Harry it knows, Harry it recognizes for his escape as it casts above you a net of woven stone, like the lungs of some leviathan in the shape of a dome and the Blackstaff too it sees, overcome with avarice that gleams like tomb-gold upon the eyes of corpses set in the corners of a structure that seemed to all other senses to be round. But who was to say that spheres could not have corners in a place that wasn't there.
It comes without sound, without shadow cast, thousands upon thousands of boneless winged shapes, like worms taking to the air slipping out though the holes in the ceiling, all glistening blackly like the tongue of some poisonous undersea thing and in the beat of their wings a single word:
"Die."
It has if nothing else the virtue of brevity.
To that Ebenezar McCoy answers with a word that is fire singing though the empty space, blue-hot and hungry for flesh. As you watch the cloud recoils, but from the walls grows a flora just as foul: A fungus, bone white, flaking like dead skil opening as... pages of some foul grimoire eager to drink in the magic. Yet they had opened perhaps to the wrong page, they burn just the same. When the fire passes of the Squirming flying things there is no sign.
Only the eye well and the golden lights remain.
"That was... easy?" Lydia has clearly not watched enough horror moves, a deficiency, you are going to have to fix.
No seeoner has she said the words that you can feel something start to eat at the edges of your influence. The room you are in how is big, but not five miles in size so you can't see what's out there, you can just feel out though the corridors of black stone, something gnawing. The Hollow Seer had done what few of your other foes had, for all it might have served him well, withdrawn, ceded the center ground to take advantage of positioning. 'His' Labyrinth envelops yours.
What do you do?
[] Draw your influence back to this central chamber, this way you can see what's happening
[] Try to expand the central chamber to the full size of your influence (Contested Manipulation+Occult)
[] Wait for the Wardens, you are holding the center ground and that is where they must come, the gnawing is very slow for now
[] Write in
OOC: The Hollow Man was getting some atrocious rolls even with all his advantages so he decided for another approach. He did not get to where he is now by making a habit of smashing his head into walls. Also I will be on the road for most of the day on Sunday so the update might be late or delayed to the next day, thought I'd mention that here in case it slips my mind tomorrow with all the packing.