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...It Stumbled and Cried; NM Part IIB
Topic Started: Mon 30 Jan 2017 04:34:27 (581 Views)
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Lacunae and Tirr both awoke slowly, taking several minutes to get used to their surroundings. Lacunae cursed the name of the Druchii - mentally, of course - for several minutes, while Tirr spent the time lamenting the cowardly nature of Skaven. On either side of the pair of them were Vilnutt and Ratchek, both still unconscious.

Tirr and Lacunae exchanged withering looks before inspecting their surroundings. They were in a small room of smooth black stone, with a slab of the same material before them, covered in what looked like dried blood and matted fur. They were both bound with something that felt oddly like hair, but was as strong as steel.

"Well, well, so they awaken..." a voice whispered from behind the pair of them. They both jumped, but a quick look around reveals no one else in the room.

"Well, two at least. Tell me then, what is it that you most fear?" The voice came from in front of them this time. They looked ahead, and then down, and found themselves staring into the face of a tiny snotling with a clipboard. "Got to know for the master's records," he said cheerily. "Got to know all of their nightmares, he tells me. So, what is your deepest, darkest fear?"
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"There's a thin line between bravery and recklessness." Lacunae groaned, "You seem to fall squarely upon the latter. Do try to keep yourself alive: as if my intuition is correct, we now reside within the Warp unprotected. Our odds of survival are slim enough without accounting for any suicidal tendencies."

Without waiting for an answer, Lacunae began to head towards the tower in the distance.
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Tirr, now coated with sandy mud reclaimed his belongings. "Of our companion there is no sign, which is most unnatural, myself having searched the entire mud-pit." Tirr recalled half hearing a comment about being eaten alive by mud. " As for bravery and recklessness it was a worthwhile risk, which has established much. I need not justify-argue further." These lines were deadpanned by Tirr, who couldn't have injected the words with feeling if he tried.
As he began to follow the Knight, who seemed to have a degree of knowledge on their surroundings (why would the elf know this much of the warp?), Tirr wondered where he had heard the bell before...The more he concentrated on it, the more he felt his deadness deaden, and his skaven psyche awaken. Trust a bell to have musical properties...
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Lacunae, Tirr, and Vilnutt gathered their belongings and made their way to the tower. As they walked, Vilnutt's eyes darted around, and the sound of a bell ringing in the night reached his ears once more. He twitched as its sonorous ring passed through him.

They arrived at the tower far more quickly than Lacunae had anticipated, and found a dying elf leaning against a crumbling wall, breathing shallowly and looking up at the sky. He was clad in the armour of an Asur, a sickly Skaven spear thrust through his chest. He did not seem to notice the others.

Meanwhile, something splorched in the swamp to the left, and Vilnutt glanced into the darkness that way, nervously.
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Lacunae narrowed her eyes. Being outside whilst surrounded by Mutae knows what - hardly a desirable position - assuming any of this was even real. Stranger illusions had come about in the Warp after all.

"Hail, brother. By what words shall your soul shine?"

Lacunae approached the dying elf cautiously as she uttered a traditional alm - first line of a death song that had survived under Mutae by omitting the old pantheon. As she approached, Lacunae surreptitiously reached to her waist, checking if she had any weapons.
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Tirr was on edge with the discovery of the impaled elf. The design of the armour was clearly of old elven manufacture, antique in its value. Yet the dying elf lay there looking only freshly wounded. There was no way any elf could have survived for the length of time since this style had had its heyday with such a wound. Which meant it had either been recently struck, or the warp had created a temporal distort. Both were as likely as the other in this situation. Judging by the protrusion from his chest, the soon-to-has-been killer of this elf was probably a skavenoid. With any look the downed soldier held nothing against Tirr.
Tirr was not blind to the danger present around them. This could easily be a trap set by cunning beings unknown.Or the dying elf-scent could lure a predator. With the noises emanating from the swamp Tirr's prevailing skaven paranoia suggested that he move with Lacunae (who hadn't tried to kill him yet) towards the fallen warrior, from where he could keep a look out for danger in the hope of giving himself ample time to react upon it's inevitable arrival. They were apparently in the warp after all.
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The elf looked up slowly at Lacunae. "I... cannot recall... the words any longer. Old words... no use to the new elf." He coughed up blood. "Though new words die... with me. Look at what has happened to... our kind... under the Skaven. Mutae... has destroyed us. Thrown us... into the wilderness. Hunted... all because... of... the Twilight... Raznarth... felt... threatened..."

Tirr eyed the elf cautiously but stalked over to Vilnutt. There was another splorch in the swamp, and a pair of glowing eyes. Vilnutt began to quiver. "It's the rattelumper! Look, it carries a sack, full of runtlings it's picked up, to bring to its master! My breed-mother told me stories about it..." Indeed, Tirr could make out a large and vaguely Skavenoid shape, holding a spear with a squirming sack thrown over its back.
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Tirr's senses were hyperactive as the transition over took him, skavenic psyche awakening completely as the noise of the bell took its toll. There was little that could reverse the process now other than removing the stimulus and supplying a counter-stimulus to bring him out of his Tirrpsychotic state. He could try to do that if he wished, he still had his freewill but there was the problem- if he wished. His brain chemistry was too far gone, and with it his desire to change back to his usual state. However he was still himself, and ideals cannot be killed. He was just going to act on them differently. The "true" skaven way.
Tirr abandoned Vilnutt's side and went to deliver a "coup de grace" (as Brettonia-men-things were wont to say when justifying violence) to the Elven Soldier by tearing the polearm free from the dying soldier's body. That way, Tirr would have a weapon. From what he had just heard behind him it was a heretic anyway, and deserved to die.
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"What? What are you talking about? Who is hunting us? What is the Twilight?"

The elf had only moments to live: it was doubtful that even Tirr could worsen the condition of one already at the precipice. Ignoring the monster at the edge of vision, Lacunae focused on learning what she could from the dying.
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"The Twilight... Guardians... all elves... destroyed. Raznarth... hates... elves... they... killed the elven... race. Every... last... one. Dead... by... Raznarth's... hand... because... Twilight...urghk!" The old elf's last words ended suddenly as Tirr ripped to spear from his body. As he did so, there was a faint scream from behind them. Lacunae and Tirr turned about to see an enormoys Skaven, the size of a Rat Ogre, step out of the shadows of the swamp and pick up a flailing Vilnutt, chortling happily. As it moved to put Vilnutt in its sack, Vilnutt vanished from sight. The poor giant Skaven looked very confused.
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With the disappearance of the Packmaster Tirr's paranoia finally produced a viable explanation to the situation. It was all about their fears. A deep seated psychological childhood horror. A dread of death by mud. The shock of genocide... Tirr's over active mind raced to search for his own fear becoming realised around him but was relieved to find nothing which would indicate the presence of his phobia. Tirr was not afraid of losing control. He had done so in the past to achieve his goals. Yet with every passing moment he risked entering the superskavenist threshold or undoing his mental supression of his fear. Were his fear to manifest all would die for certain. Averting his thoughts lest he summon his fear Tirr decided to attempt to creep behind the skaven monstrosity. This would mean he would be planning to confront every fear manifested thus far, save his own which was buried in his consciousness. But if accepting their fear removed people from this realm did he risk grounding himself in this reality?
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"No. No. No! I can't accept that! We've worked so hard, overcome so much! Wounded as we are, the elves have endured uncounted eons, and all who remain are hardened survivors. There's no way we could be wiped out in so... little... time!"

As though a string had been cut, Lacunae slumped forward. Gone was the anger and frustration of a moment prior - replaced with a look of dawning realisation.

"Time. Yes, that's right! Time! As of this moment, news of my organisation spreads across the tunnels. Yet that's all it is known as, 'the organisation'. The Twilight Guardians is a name of nothing - given weight only in my mind, in visions of what could be."

Lunging forward, Lacunae gave the Elven corpse a vicious kick.

"Do you hear that? This is not real! I cooperated with you, snotling, so leave my nightmares be!"
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Tirr looked up without fear at the Skavenoid figure, who looked back down at him and quickly lost interest, stalking away. He watched it go, and then turned around to look at Lacunae... who had vanished as well. Tirr was alone in the swamp. He stood in silence for several minutes, and then noticed the scenery around him change; the trees began to disintegrate, the mud dried up, the sky brightened, and the world flattened before him, until he stood under the hot son on a parched planet, the ground featurless as far as he could see in every direction... and totally empty.

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Lacunae's eyes flew open and the elf sat up, gasping. The grinning visage of the snotling greeted him. "So, you told the truth. Not that we can do much with you; it's the abstract fears you hold that are the hardest to make real." Lacunae was still in her chair, and both Vilnutt and Ratchek were whimpering on either side of her. Tirr was unconscious.

"Well now, enjoy your last minutes of freedom. As soon as that rat wakes up, we will, unfortunately, have to be rid of you. The Nightmare Menagerie can't allow folks to go around spreading our secrets, can we? Unless you can offer us a compelling reason to let you live?" The snotling smiled brightly.
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Finally, we get to the crux of this matter: what a roundabout route we took. (Dominance is key to a strong bargaining position, so run the thoughts of man and ape alike.)

"I have little to offer on a personal level." Lacunae admitted with a sheepish grin. "Much of what I deal with are abstracts - the pen is my sword, and ideas my arrows. With that said, I do believe we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement."

(How much time could have been saved if they'd merely invited us to talk?)

"The Twilight Guardians shall soon come into existence. It will be a thoroughly orthodox organisation, devoted to Mutae and the reshaping of Elven culture in her name. We will inevitably come under the Inquisition's close scrutiny to ensure this is the case - deviation will be met with death. Yet despite the danger, we will (by virtue of our mere existence) attract to us numerous firebrands, ideologues and would-be revolutionaries. Their existence cannot be tolerated, yet they come nonetheless, imperiling my organisation and every honest member within."

Lacunae leaned forward as far as her bindings would allow, a genuine smile gracing her face.

"I would offer you these outcasts - the dangerous and the malcontent. They who flock to me with dreams of blood and fire, pain and fear. My organisation will identify them, isolate them, and open them to your deliverance. Certainly, beings with ideals such as they would be more useful to you than a single Elven corpse?"

Satisfied, Lacunae closed her eyes. Would they open again in this lifetime?
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Tirr stood motionless as the environmental forces re-aligned, leaving him in a barren wasteland, stranded in the desert. With this change came the silence of the bell. Tirr would remain in a state of skavenic psyche latency as opposed to breaching the super-skavenic threshold, which he had risked earlier. Praise be to the Ethereal Mutae.

He confronted himself in his mind. He was scared of what was happening to him, but what skaven would not? Tirr let this fear exist unopposed, as he knew it was not the terror that was evidently being sought after, merely fear of the unknown.
The sun beat down from above, in this personal wasteland of his. He wondered how long he could weather conditions such as these.
His mud -soaked labcoat was already baking into a solid shell under the heat of the sun. He had already established that this was an illusion, so what would happen if he died? If he just let the elements claim him would he disappear like the others? What was to say they were not dead? Then again, their dreads were being collected. Fears were only leverage if the subject of your attention was alive, or so his skaven mind helpfully informed him. Besides he was no skaven at all if he died going easily. Life was the single most precious thing a sakven could ever have (there was much debate surrounding this, Tirr knew, most of it heretical), and was not to be gambled with lightly.

His skaven psyche also told him that unless he took action his rising body temperature would lead to his slow and excruciating death, and if he did die as such all his struggling against the illusion would be for nothing. But what could he do to prevent this? Yet more time was spent stationary plotting like only a skaven could on how to cheat death. Maximum efficiency with minimum effort. Something about sand-vipers, exo-therms and the skaven natural habitat struggled through his heat hazed mind.
Taking the spear Tirr struck the dry earth he had been blankly staring at with the flat of the blade. He would dig himself a foxhole to survive this climate and make further plans from there.

As he worked he tried to ignore the environment around him. As the heat acted on his mind it was becoming all to easy to see blood stained bandannas in the flickering of dusty wind over the earth, or imagining the kind of cataclysmic event could bring such a wasteland into being. Evidently his ordeals were doing good work do undo the mental suppression of his darkest fear.
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The snotling regarded Lacunae carefully, and then burst out laughing. "What a defense! What a defense indeed. Very well, elf-thing, you may depart from here unscathed. We shall week you out soon, and ask of you a boon of the fearful... and as a token of our partnership, I offer you this." The bonds around Lacunae unfurled, and the snotling tossed her a glass vial, filled with a black, smoky liquid. "Use it wisely," a voice said, but the snotling was gone. "And remember the mark of the Nightmare Menagerie..."

A faint illuminating glow showed her the way out, and she followed it, abandoning Ratchek and Vilnutt to their fates. She walked out of whatever hideout they were in, and found herself in the depths of Hell Pit, but in a tunnel she recognized. Remembering those stories she'd read in the Monthly about huge maws opening in the tunnels, she hurried away, only barely registering that a toothy maw was closing in the tunnel wall, just where she had emerged from...

***

In the dreamworld, Tirr dug himself a foxhole, but quickly found his work in vain. The sun beat down on him as he dug, yet his efforts seemed entirely in vain; he dug and he dug, but the hole never got any deeper than the length of his paw. He began to thirst. Far above him, he heard a raucous cawing, and saw a flock of buzzards circling far overhead.

A whisper slithered into his head, and he found his left arm suddenly moving on its own accord, completely out of his own control. Well, what a lovely mind we have here... it would be a shame if something were to... happen to it....

OOC: blader has exited the RP! Gratz, you survived. :P Let's see how Tirr fares. :P
Edited by Morkskittar, Mon 27 Mar 2017 05:44:22.
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