Peeling Away Lies
18th of February 2007 A.D.
Lost 2 Essnece -> Now at 12/18 (Hellscry Chakra+ATB)
A crippling curse comes to your lips, a fraction of a second away from diving for cover Lash would know how to deal with the Fallen, but something's not right, the sound from before, the phone in plain view, like signposting his own death. "Negative ID, Tiffany. Olivia,
disable!"
Like the whistling blade of a guillotine your power arcs to but the threads, and meets no resistance. As you rush forward you are gripped by vertigo:
...
Just beyond the closed glass doors turned away you stands is a thin figure garbed in grey
....
Before you is a being of poisoned geometries that lie upon the canvas of space and time as once they spoke truth
...
Ringing all around cacophony, like the the storms of other minds, too many, too close like when you were a child
Auras clash in the glass as you break it, like a film of oil over murky waters, just as you'd imagine one of the Fallen would look wrapping around the soul of one long tainted, just as you imagined. In that moment you realize your gut or maybe just your fears hadn't been lying to you, the threads were backwards, not spinning from his fingers, but by his fingers making a puppet of the man, the wizard.
There's no time to say anything else as in the same moment you shatter the glass Olivia's shot shatters his tibia utterly.
"Son of a fatherless whore!" Tiffany curses viciously, in plain English this time. "That's LaFortier"
The phone still turning slowly in the air rings out with the mocking voice of the Denarian: "Ah, poor deluded Samuel, isn't it enough you had him tossed in the dungeon? Must you shatter his leg as well? We didn't have anything to do with that by the way. We are just good at finding things other people try to hide and you know what they say, a wizard is a terrible thing to waste."
The battery sparks, about to explode before Morgan barks out a command and it's wrapped in a sphere of water, the simple levitation enchantment grounded into uselessness.
Good thing to know he has some limits.
"That was... perfect, it wasn't just the look and the sound of it. I could feel
Namshiel in there," Tiffany pushes her heir angrily out of of her eyes as the wardens gather around the collapsed wizard.
"An illusion that complete leaves its marks," Tzola props up LaFortier and manually opens an eye, whispering something in Latin too fast for you to follow. "Do not be alarmed."
From blood and labored breath he draws out a tripartite image: one a sorcerer wrapped in glowing mists, his face obscured, another grey gaunt figure covered in spines all too literal and the last a man in an ugly brown sweatshirt and faced black pants marked with chemical stains. "Behold the faces of our enemy that we might not mistake him again." Turning his head he speaks a little more loudly than he strictly has to. "No one open their Sight! He will be anticipating that."
Morgan nods once sharply, Lady M sniffs.
"Can you heal this even with the spell on him?" you motion to the elder wizard, at least in shock if not in some worse state.
"It will be twice as hard since I'm healing two wounds but..." your friend stops. "The wound would have woken Peabody in his cell. He might try to make something of that. It's not as though he has anything to loose."
What does Tiffany do?
[] Heal LaFortier and Peabody, between the latter and Tiffany your money's on her (Opposed Faith vs Arete Rolls; Peabody takes -2 from being distracted)
[] Leave some of the wardens with LaFortier while the rest of you continue hunting Thorned Namshiel
-[] Write in who
[] Write in
OOC: Well you did not dispell the illusion, but you did see through it in time not to add more blunt force trauma to LaFortier. Tiffany also got a bit of a nasty shock there. She is used to Supernatural Awareness being reliable but when one is talking about a millennia old sorcerer who also has the same ability to play around with that is less true.