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As the dead close in, Cissnei barely slides into the tomb’s entrance as it shudders to a close. Fingernails scratch at the stone above mixed with a series of half-animal noises, but the door does not waver. The darkened tunnel greets her with an aura of equal parts mystery and dread.
As Cissnei perches atop the pedestal, a warm magic slowly envelopes her helping to ease her mind. The cycle of life settled deep within her. She can almost see it -- a seed falling to the earth, taking root, sprouting, blossoming, and shriveling with age. That which is cannot always be. There is no reversing time or returning that which is lost, and cursed be that which tries.
The same revelation touches at the edges of Ashe’s mind though it comes more as an intrusive presence than not. It pushed through her defenses but can’t quite penetrate. The understanding touches her wordlessly, There is no returning that which is lost. Arc’s amulet takes renewed life, gleaming in the darkness, and as Cissnei reaches her purest moment of understanding, as the floor clicks beneath them.
It happens suddenly. One moment, the pedestals and its occupants rest in muffled silence, and the next, the floor beneath them has split open as though on hinges. They fall. The passage beneath them is pitch black and vertical. Its walls are soft and made of earth with viney roots sticking out the side. It goes on for what feels like dangerously long before a deep orange light seeps from the bottom.
The drop opens to a deep well of water that hits any who enter with a cold shock. They’ve fallen into a high-ceilinged cavern far older than the tomb above. The walls are made of worn clay bricks decorated with worn murals barely visible in the gentle amber glow. They depict the same warriors as above though in far more antiquated style and edged in the writings of a dead language. The room is lit by small crystal shards that seem to grow out of the walls and at the depths of the water like subterranean flowers. The submerged crystals grow brighter and they both exude a sense of magic to any sensitive to it.
These shards can easily be broken with a sharp crack of force. Though their purpose is uncertain, the magical aura from each bears a slightly different hue and magical signatures. If held, an understanding floods the bearer that it can be used at will but the consequences of its use are unclear to all but the most expert of mages without further study.
A single dark passageway opens from the shores of the pool. It is rimmed with a rough archway with two ancient metal torches framing each side. They do not have fuel and from the tarnishing appear to have been long forgotten by the ages. The passageway whistles with a distant wind and the sound of running water. It walls and ceiling look unstable, and earthen debris shudders from the tunnel as the ground trembles again.
“The monk was working against us. The monk turned into some undead creature and teleported the blond gentleman away. I took care of the monk, but above us is swarming with nasties.” Cissnei shook her head as she spoke to Ashe and gave Arc a glance as well as she answered his question. “The monk said something about working for a lich and that his plans were already in motion to break the seal…” The earth rumbled and pushed and shoved. But she could almost hear the scratching of the undead above them, just grating on her nerves. It was much like nails on a chalk board.
And soon Ashe joined her meditation. But Cissnei hardly noticed as she tranced into her reverie. The cycle of life from seedling to death. She did not try to interpret it, she simply let the information flow as it would. Then suddenly she felt her stomach in her throat. There was nothing between her and the ground. With her meditative trance broken, her eyes flew open. She tried to grab anything that would soften her fall, but soft loose earth and fragile vines did nothing but break away in her grasp. So, she did what she could to brace herself for the impact of the ground.
The cold water was a shock. Disorientation struck as she tried to discern up from down, and slowly she just simply let herself float in the proper direction. She took a breath as she broke the surface. “Amalia? Are you okay? Amalia?!” She began to look a bit frantically but seeing another figure nearby she calmed down. Instead she took in the surroundings and tried to piece together her revelations. “Are we the seed? Or is it the amulet?” She murmured to herself as she swam to the edges of the pool to put herself back on land again. Her hair was plastered to her face and her suit was dripping all over the ground.
The area was breathtaking and her eyes scanned each crystal curiously before seeing the dark passageway before them. Well, she most certainly did not have wings. Nor did she have gills. It seemed there was only one way before her. She took in the beauty of the room and her curiosity drove her to touch one of the crystals. She thought maybe they could act as a light for the dark passageway. But the moment she touched it, she realized they served another magical purpose. Much like the magicite tucked away in her pocket.
“I am going to go ahead. You can rest here if you need to.” She told Amalia softly. “But I am uncertainty on what to do. What did the monk mean when he said the seal is set to break? Were we meant to just be tools to break the seal for him? Or are we really hear to help strengthen it?” Were they the seed? Or were they simply a hammer? Either way, Cissnei turned to the darkness and walked ahead. There was only one way to find out. And they would have to deal with the answer when it was time.
She felt the earth tremble again. "Hold on a little longer..." She whispered kindly to it. ShinRa had already hurt one planet. Perhaps this was Cissnei's way of repaying the damage she once dealt, even if it was not directly her.
I've been screaming out a language that I never knew EXISTED before
Ashe felt uneasy and silly as she sat on the stone pedestal trying to concentrate. What was her own thought tried to enter her mind but everytime it did so, she could feel her own control of her mind slip and steeled herself against it still. Still slips of messages and visions seemed to seep their way through the cracks in her fortitude. Giving up it what it seemed to speak to her. That what had happened would happen and that was that. Ashe's brow furrowed as she fought against the thoughts. Yes, some things might happen that could not change, but other things. She would not allow anyone; man, woman, child, or the dead to have her believe the past could not be amended to be changed if the will was there. The past was fixable, she could somehow find a way to save Dalmasca, but perhaps she couldn't....a memory of Rasler stirred in her and a tear welled in her eye and fell as did she as the ground gave way undereath
"No!" she yelled as the mental and physically sensation intersected. Down. Down. Down. Into the abyss. Into the feeling that perhaps this vision might have held some truth. She lunged out with her sword trying to catch herself upon a wall, but she still fell. Fell. Fell. The water embraced her like stark truth as the water filled her lungs as she choked against it. One thrust. Light. Two thrust. More light. Go.
Ashe thrust herself from the depths and her coughing fit mixed with her fighting for actual air sounded almost as damned as the figures above her. She retched the water from inside and vomited upon the ruins. She rolled onto her back waiting as reason came back to her as she stared to the water and then to the hole above her. Breath in. Breath out. The crystals shone above her speaking something inaudible to her, but she stayed her hand from their siren's call.
Ashe stood shakily using the Treaty Blade as a weight as she made herself upright. She looked around for the others, but the woman's voice caught her first. "I care not," she responded as she tried to shake the wetness of her like a creature. She glanced around with no sign of the boy. She llt a small fire spell in her hand to look into the water for him but nothing stirred beneath it anymore. "And I guess the boy was spared this incident?" She looked up to the pinprick of light above. He'd either follow or be stuck until starvation or thirst or lonliness brought him forward. Ashe wished it the last even as she began making her way through the room.
"I need no rest," Ashe responded as Cissnei said she would press ahead. She gave a cold laugh though as the woman continued to ponder what to do now. "Do not touch the crystals," she warned as the continued to beg her to be touched and plucked, "Magic without a reason or price exacts one of its own." Such had been the case in many of the tombs and deep dungeons she and the others had found themselves in. Although Ashe doubted an esper lie in wait of bouquet of crystal's end, she rather not deal with that she could not know.
They seemed to find each other in the cold dark as Ashe had seen the muted murals and found herself in front of the the archway with the unlit torches. "I only came for answers. I care not for this monk, this seal, this whole thing." Ashe sent the small fire to each torch illuminating them both usning up the small pool of magic she had invested in. "Unless this monk would care to be more straightforward, I only follow this jounrey to whatever end it meets."
Listening to Cissnei, Arc started to wonder on what this meant for their entire mission. The monk was a fake. But the monk also told me to take the amulet, he suddenly wasn't even sure if he should be taking the amulet so far into this tomb. Perhaps it could mean disaster. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of all this any longer. Focusing his attention on the two women, he wanted to try and ask them on whether it was wise to keep the amulet if the monk was an enemy. He did hope Kefka was alright, even though he didn't like him too much, the jester hadn't done anything yet that made him an enemy and he was taken by their enemies.
As Arc thought of either waiting with his questions until they were done with meditating or to ask them straight away, the two women vanished. Rather it seemed the floor had split open. The young Warrior of Light was shocked and almost flailed as he hurried towards the drop. Looking over the edge as he gotten to his knees, the boy looked down bewildered as he no longer saw the two. "No, no, no, no, no," the boy breathed slowly as he shook his head. This didn't happen, looking in a panic around himself, he wasn't all too sure what to do.
Then his eyes flew to the doorway as he got up and hurried there. Putting his strength forward, Arc pushed the doors to a close. As he got it closed, he wondered how near the enemies would be by now while he hurried a little into the room before turning and lightning crackling around himself. Focusing the lightning at the ceiling, the young Warrior of Light cast Thundara at the ceiling near the door as rocks came crashing down as Arc blocked the doorway entirely.
Looking bewildered around Arc was happy to at least remove one danger. With the door blocked, he doubted the monk and his forces would get through. At least not easily. Then he spun around towards the hole that the two others had vanished to. Uncertain the boy looked over the edge again, how deep does it go? He had thought he had heard some splashes below, so likely it meant there was water at the bottom. Casting Protect on himself, he started to climb into the hole before dropping himself and praying this wasn't going to hurt. He had dropped from high places before, at least.
murk™ WORDS: 422 TAG: DM, @blacksuit, @ashe NOTE: -drops down a hole-
The muffled silence is shattered as the boy crashed into the water. A dim orange light meets him from below emanating magic like heat. The crystals in the wall gleam an eerie signature. Beyond, the two women gaze into the darkness of ancient tunnels. Amalia’s torch casts the tunnel in flickering shadow.
The tunnel is winding and unstable. The walls are held up with clay bricks that have already cracked through to the earth beyond it. Magical sigils line these halls, but only a few remain active and their power is waning. The tunnel branches off at several points into separate winding paths, but nearly all of them have collapsed since their construction. There are no monsters in this sacred place, but the sound of running water echoes louder by the minute.
In time, the tunnel breaks into a sheer cliff drop. The path before them appears to have once been an earthen bridge, but it has long crumbled away. In its place is a deep fall into inky blackness and the roar of rushing rapids beneath. The water does not appear hospitable.
A thin ledge is all that remains of the earthen path. It clings to the edge of the right wall with stubborn resilience. The width of this ledge is rough and varying, spanning from six inches of width to three as it winds its way into the darkness. Since the path’s collapse, someone has roped together a wooden bridge tied to stakes driven into the ground. The rope and wood look ancient and unstable, and the bridge trembles, threatening to give way with every shake of the surrounding tunnel of which there are many.
To the left, another path winds from the main tunnel though it caved in close to its entrance. Air whistles between gaps in the fallen stone. The blockade does not appear any thicker than a few irregular layers of fallen debris.
The tunnel roars and gives a sharp shake that nearly topples them. The trembling continues in a low rumble, showering them in loose dust and dirt. Behind them, the ceiling snaps. The tunnel collapses down the hall, spreading a cracks above them like spider webs. The ceiling gives way in rough pieces that fall unexpectedly around them.
Two paths wait before them -- one of danger and the other of force. The tunnel will soon collapse in a crushing blow. The temple awaits their answer.
Splashing into the water, Arc shivered and his entire body pretty much tensed and seemed to shock underwater. The cold water came as a surprise, even though Arc should've anticipated it. But quickly a magic light reached him, emanating like heat. What is this? He wasn't exactly a great swimmer either as he struggled in getting back up at the water's surface and started to move himself through the water towards the light he could see. The cold was making things harder and the boy tried to move a bit faster after the light.
Coming out of the water, Arc looked back as he pondered what the magic was. Leaving the water entirely, his eyes scanned the water. His ears picked up the voices of Amalia and Cissnei, so he was sure they weren't in the water. He thought for a moment to maybe send out a surge of electricity into the water, but left it alone for now. The cavern was lighted by what appeared to be crystals growing... wait, are those things growing like plants? They seemed to come out of the walls and he could sense the great amount of magic in this place. Looking back to where the voices came from was an archway where likely the other two headed down the passageway.
At both sides of the archway seemed to be holders for torches and one still held a torch as Arc created a flame. Taking the torch, he held his flame against it before ending his spell. Armed with his new ancient torch, he hurried down the passageway towards where the two others were. Noting the murals, he wasn't sure what they all meant, but didn't want to be behind.
Coming to the other two, "are you two alright?" he asked while following them calmly, "euhh..." he started uncertain again, "i-if the monk was an enemy... C-could it be that th-this place is a mistake to be going into? E-especially with the amulet in hand?" he asked while holding up the amulet he was still carrying. Arc just wanted to make sure they weren't making the mistake of causing disaster by doing all this. It might just be set up so they were doing precisely what their enemies were wanting them to do.
The shaking and roaring of the tunnel had Arc unstable on his feet as he tumbled to the side and slided down the wall. It appeared the ceiling behind them collapsed and Arc shrieked a little as he stumbled quickly away. He was getting only more bad feelings from this. Turning and looking ahead, he noted the path splitting in two. I don't like this at all, he thought to himself while his hands now clamped both onto the torch, holding it tightly.
murk™ WORDS: 468 TAG: DM, @blacksuit, @ashe NOTE: Arc is wishing Luneth was there.
Relief swept over Cissnei as she saw Amalia was fine. However, she had already taken a crystal, before Amalia told her not to. For some reason, Cissnei felt herself prickle at Amalia’s command. Amalia was not her supervisor, nor did Cissnei take directions from any stranger. Currently, they were equals in her eyes. Despite the annoyance she felt, Cissnei calmly stated, “What is price to me, if I have nothing more to lose?” Cissnei already lost everything she ever had in life by being shifted to this planet. A lone Turk was nothing without her pack. “And maybe it is worth the cost, if it reverses the contagion before it spreads. I do not mind paying that price.” She had paid a similar price before to save the planet and Verdot’s daughter.
She summoned the magic from her materia to scan the item to learn what magic it possessed. Should she grab more? No. No need to be greedy.
She listened to Amalia’s mention of the things she did not care about. “If you are seeking answers, then how do you know that the things you do not care about did not hold the answers? Sometimes the answers are not at the end of the journey but is in the entire process of the journey itself.” Cissnei just could not understand why Amalia was being so stubborn. “Besides, what answers are you seeking? What are you expecting out of this journey?” Cissnei’s question song began to flare up and she bit her tongue. It would not be professional to rant. She only was curious and wanted to provide insight.
However, they soon came to a fork in the path. And just as Arc joined them, the tunnel collapsed. She shielded herself from the debris but noticed the shook Arc. “You’re okay.” She told him calmly, trying to quiet his nerves. “And we are too. As for if this is a mistake…I am not sure. But something has to be done to purify this land again and the guardian allowed us in.” Her eyes looked to their blocked paths. “And if we want out, the only way is forward. Come on.” She said encouragingly.
She looked to the two paths. Brute force was not really her forte and using gravity magic in a place already collapsing…well that could spell certain doom. She took the crystal and tried to reach out to its magic like she did materia. Soon she found herself floating. Perhaps this would help lighten the load on the bridge. She picked her path. It was up to the others to choose their own. She began to gingerly walk across the shaky bridge, trying her best to not look down or back. Only forward.
I've been screaming out a language that I never knew EXISTED before
Ashe gave Cissnei a cold hard look as she continued to dabble with the crystal. She hmpfed as the woman would talk about paying costs and what was there left to lost. "Some of use have more to lose than can be imagined," she said sternly although the nagging thought that she had already lost it wouldn't dislodge itself from the back of her mind. Still she wouldn't let the thought distract her from the current course as she pushed through the tunnel entrance with her torch. If the monk could not contain the contagion, why was this suddenly her banner to take up? Still she didn't argue with the notion, these lands may not be her own, but she did wish needless suffering on them.
"A woman's voice, different than that of the monk's, called me to this place." Ashe responded truthfully as Cissnei would try tell her about the journey being the true answer. "I'd hoped by arriving she would reveal herself, but perhaps this is her test. What type of being is she that can penetrate the mind so?" The last part was more a question to herself. She had seemed at once Occurian and not at all like the Undying. "If this just a rouse to have her will be done then let us finish quickly. I tire of being the pawn of gods."
It seemed the boy had decided to take the leap of faith as his quivering voice would surprise her. "Well enough," she said when asked how they fared. Still her agitation grew at his uncertainty. "Keep it or discard it," she said hastily her nostrils flaring, "The amulet and the choice is yours. Decide. Cissnei is right we must press forward now." Ashe said as the tunnel began to shake violently again.
Ashe blocked her face as the debris settled from the cave in and she cursed loudly. Unlike the last tremors, these did not stop and Ashe maneuvered her way through the falling debris as she followed Cissnei. She glanced down the caved in path and knew she had not the strength to move the boulders so continued on. The bridge before them looked gnarly and well worn with rot and use. She knew not how, but suddenly the woman before her floated a few inches from the ground before making her way across
"If you can do the same, do so," Ashe warned as she tested the first plank that gave a nasty groan. It would do well to not spend to long on thing. After Cissnei had made a good dent forward. Ashe followed behind with faith, a tight grip of the rope to hopefully hold onto should the bridge fail, and methodical test of the planks before walking forward her weight causing the bridge to sway with every step.
The bridge sways as though in a light breeze as Cissnei takes to it, floating inches above the ground. The rope handholds on either side are frayed and unstable, and the entire bridge tilts with every grasp, but it seems more or less stable.
It creaks as Ashe falls in behind her. The boards are weak and unpredictable. Some bend below her. Others hold steady. The ropes that bind the bridge show their age with thinning fibers that threaten to snap given the right provocation. It pitches slightly with every step. Between the two of them, it writhes.
The cave gives another shudder and a stone looses itself from the ceiling, crashing down into the bridge before them. The bridge gives a violent jerk as the stone rips a hole through the rotten wood. Several of the bridge’s panels are taken with it. Behind them the path collapses, rushing towards them in rapid succession. The room itself trembles and threatens to give way over the turbulent black waters below. There is little time, and hesitation will only lead to death.
At the end of the bucking bridge, sturdy ground awaits them. The walls here tremble, but they have not yet given way. A tunnel lined with faded sigils awaits them at the bridge’s end. Inside it, no dust showers the ground. The earth warrior’s magic still provides protection in this place for any who can reach it.
Cissnei carried on normally, unphased by the icy glance by Amalia. If Amalia had something more to lose than Cissnei, then Cissnei simply did not expect her to pay the price. Cissnei did not mind paying the price alone. Hopefully that was an option she could embark on, but only IF there were consequences. So far, she did not feel any negative drawbacks and they needed as much aid as possible to get through this endeavor.
“I don’t know what she would want of you.” Cissnei stated softly to Amalia, her eyes concentrating on the destination on the other side of the bridge at this point. “What did she say? Perhaps there is meaning in her words.” Idle talk was good. It kept her mind off what was below them. It kept her nerves in line. She felt her heart in her throat and she tried to swallow it down as she swayed with the bridge. She concentrated on breathing evenly, so as not to fall into a panic. It swayed harder as Ashe stepped out onto it, and for a second, Cissnei thought the bridge would fall away.
She did not know how much power was in the crystal. She only knew that the stone contained limited power. Otherwise she would have used it on the others. But she knew that in these types of situations, that if she could not help herself then she could not help others. So, she coveted the float ability to herself.
But it would not matter soon as the angry grumble of the earth chucked a piece of itself at them. Cissnei stopped her slow and easy pace as she felt the slack of the rope beneath her hand loosen. She bolted the last few planks forward just to stumble onto more solid ground. Or rather, still hover a bit above it. She turned back to look at the others in silent horror, waiting to see the outcome of what would happen. “Hurry!” She shouted, though she knew the encouragement was probably not needed.
