Swift Steel Hooves
28th of January 2007 A.D.
Hands in the darkness unseen you pick up Tiffany and Lydia and all of Lydia's puppets, essence wrapping around lacquered wooden frames, easy as breathing and you run. The chill breath of the underworld does not slow you but drives you on, your power in emptiness only growing. Below you can 'see' the old warrior a shadow-almost-bright against the deeper darkness of the Road, his head lowered until he almost seems to be whispering into the ear of his other self, swift as the night wind. But hunger drives
them even faster, howling pain or laughter or both,
Joy-in-Anguish, the word comes to you in that other tongue, the First Tongue as you see the first glimpse of light since you had passed out of the Velvet Room. It is a reflection, cold light that isn't there off a mask of tarnished silver. Once it had been a kitsune, but the ancient markings had long been worn down replaced with blacked tear streaks, a final mockery of the husk that wears it.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 13/15 (MHM)
More run beside it, like a wolf-pack running down prey, all wearing the ruined visages of the hengeyokai cast in silver, the worlds' guardians turned feral hunting beasts of Yomi. Some are running along the road itself, hunting Nergui, others flying high meaning to tear into the three of you or maybe dive and pin to its icy surface. Dead they are and yet the Road does not consume them.
A whicker ahead adds to the din, Nergui's Sülde-soul pushed at last beyond itself, eyes like marsh-lights glimmer and it becomes as wind through the grasses, as fast as you are on aloft and likely even faster without burning essence in flight. Swift are the hounds of hell, but not yet that swift or that many.
Spirit Horse spends 1 Willpower -> Now at 5/6 (Alacrity)
The pace slows again, from impossible to merely inhuman, the howls of the Unfaced to not return instead after an uncountable while you hear from up ahead a roaring of wind and the crash of orphan thunder for there is still no light. That you know is the Maelstrom, the ragged edge of hell that depending on one's philosophical bent is either a an immune response, like a blister in the fabric of the Spirit World or the racing edge of a wildfire that will consume all the Otherlands.
At the moment you are more interested in what comes after, the passage into Hell. Most who walk the Ebon Road find themselves in either the Wo Hua's Hell of Salt and Iron simply because one expects that a ladder would be grounded in the most solid element, as much as the realms of Yomi could be said to have such things, but the Road is not a thing which singular in time and place, where there is deepest darkness it is, just as those who feast upon the lives of the living dwell away from the light of the sun. Hence why it is often used in raids by the Yama Kings one upon another.
In the sound of the storm, faint and far off can now be heard the roar of heavy machinery, even though the ribbon of blackness does not appear to have bent or split driving ever onward into the heart of night without hope of day.
"We will likely emerge somewhere in Undertown near the fortress, wherever the 'flood lights' have failed or they have never been set to begin with, the victims of graft greed and ill-management..."
"Even in Hell," you grumble into the coms followed by a knowing laugh from Lash.
"We must find sturdier shelter as soon as we are on the other side," Nergui continues, seemingly unshaken by encountering the horrors of the Road. How many times had he ridden this way before in his long centuries you wonder since he had first escaped from Yomi? "Given the young one's Hands it would be swiftest to compel one of the ragged ilk of the Undertwon to provide for us."
"I don't know... what's going to happen to them
after?" Lydia asks guiltily even as the sound of trills carving into bone grows louder and louder.
"Agony is their fate now, their fate it shall remain no matter what we make of them. Such is Yomi." The Wan Kuei's answer could not even be called callous, from his lips it is a mere statement of fact.
"I might be able just hack into the network and get us some kind of pass. Wood is an odd aesthetic to be sure, but not unheard of," you muse. that will cost your Essence
As you emerge in the Wicked City how do you find shelter to operate from?
[] Nergui uses Obligation on the nearest denizens to grant you entrance
[] Clippy tries her hand at hacking without network support (Intelligence+Computers 8 Dice at DC 8)
[] Molly uses TTC to hack in herself so as not to risk Clippy (Costs 1 Essence; Roll Intelligence+Computers Base DC 8; TLF and BSM. Final roll 6 Dice DC 4)
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OOC: You may note I did change what the Unfaced are, that is because there is no vast grey underworld in Dresdenverse which means that hordes of Specters are not something that can be just assumed to be around of which the Unfaced are simply one more strange and powerful breed. These are hengeyokai who must have come to a very unpleasant end and become... what you see. If you want to know more you'd have to catch one and pry off their mask.