IC - Axis Umbra

Post by **Curren** » Sat Mar 28, 2009 11:58 pm

The Englishman looked around nervously at the scene he felt was straight from either C.S. Lewis or John Masefield's imagination; with a sinister helping of Grimms faery tales dolloped on top.

'Erm, a reservation for Drake and Curren?' he joked, not knowing if to be amused or afraid.

Post by **arcanus** » Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:32 pm

The tome or spirit had become something akin to a small leather journal, complete with a clasp, Curren squeezed the book, for reassurance.
The troll scrutinized the assembled soldiers and goblins before stepping aside and gesturing with a huge sweep of his arm.
Both Drake and Curren exhaled as they stepped beneath the beast and through the circular threshold to the private chambers, within the scene became even more fantasist.
A crew of mishapen forms resembling stretched people made from deep red wood, complete with enlongated gormless faces.
They huddled and busied around a large tentacled creature, a central trunk with a great eye and random teeth scattered across its form, branching from the dark earthy torso sprang a mass of tendrils, each reaching for a gruesome selection of grubs and eels in bowls.

GM wrote:Make a Willpower+Intuition roll?

Post by **Curren** » Sun Mar 29, 2009 8:40 pm

GM wrote:
Make a Willpower+Intuition roll?

11 8 5 4 4 3 2 2 2 4 hits

Post by **arcanus** » Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:16 pm

Curren wrote:11 8 5 4 4 3 2 2 2 4 hits

While Drake momentarily froze, Curren swallowed from the scene of madness before him.
A sound reminiscent of a drop of water descending down a well reverberates through his head, a wet, heavy voice "Come closer" it hisses
As it does, the tendrils thrash and slither across the stone floor and table surfaces.

Post by **Curren** » Sun Mar 29, 2009 9:49 pm

Curren, albeit fearful and confused with the situation takes two steps forward towards the abominations in front of him.

He always assumed that metaquests in astral space would normally take on the appearance of the psyche of the particular beholder in some way.

'That Francis Drake is one sick puppy!' he deduced as he looked back at the gnome. 'Or am I the one that's nuts? Or is astral space as varied and alien as anyones imagination?'

These questions bombarded him as his stomach lurched in disgust as he turned back to the unsettling vision in front of him.

'Er, ello.' He said lamely and raised his right hand in greeting to the chaotic throng as he tried to make some sense of what was happening.

'Whats up?' he said with a manic grin.

Post by **arcanus** » Sun Mar 29, 2009 10:07 pm

It is perhaps true that voyages of the mind are sometimes prone to uncovering the most bizare or even fearful of sights.
However the more Malthalamus Curren saw the more he found that the Metaplanes were truly realms beyond.
He shivered as tendrils wrapped around his ankles, weaved through his legs and unpleasantly caressed him.
"You seek the way, but to where?" came the wet sound in his mind.

Post by **Drake** » Mon Mar 30, 2009 1:50 pm

"Curren's got problem's" thinks Drake to himself as he takes in the bizarre scene, "This is screwed up..." as he watches the tentacle snake it's way up Curren's leg.

Post by **Curren** » Mon Mar 30, 2009 3:13 pm

'What do I actually need to know? Where do I need to go?' Currens confused and fearful thoughts rang sing song around his mind.

The fetid stink that exuded off the forms was so repulsive that he gagged and forcibly swallowed back a mouthful of vomit as the tendrils moved up the small of his back. His eyes watered as he attempted to maintain his composure and hold back his discomfort.

'We desire to find out the origins of the Gagglepuss.' the Englishman croaked woodenly as if reciting a memory. 'We want to attain more knowledge on astral space to better ourselves, and maybe help others find the way.'

The latter sentence was uttered with more strength and conviction, and he seemed to snap out of his frightened reverie with it. He wiped his soiled mouth on the cuff of his jacket sleeve.

'Can you help us?' he asked lucidly and composed to the horror before him as his fear was kicked into touch for now; raising his head high he stared unblinkingly into the creatures eye, almost trying to gauge it's thoughts and emotions.

Turning his head slightly Curren spat out the remainder of his offending gastric juices.

'Scuse me.' he said casually with a wry smile.

Post by **arcanus** » Mon Mar 30, 2009 9:40 pm

Oddly both Drake and Curren sensed a motion within the tentacled mass, a sensation of a smile, a posse of the small wooden people descented upon the vomit
and made it vanish "You seek a path through the Jungle of Yeth to the Obelisk of Seryess, this you will find within the East Labyrinth down in the Lower Halls"
shivers the wet voice within the mind
"May the Ladies benevolence watch over you

Post by **Drake** » Tue Mar 31, 2009 9:32 am

Frank pulls a small spiral bound notebook from his pocket and noisily clicks the end of a pen, which seems for a second to be the only alien thing in this place.
"jungle... Yeth... obelisk... Seryness... east labyrinth... lower halls" he mutters as he makes notes, "Thanks Octopussy, i'd like to say it's been a pleasure..." peters off the gnome as he looks for a door out of this room that might lead to the lower halls.
"Before we go" he now thinks, "Do you know what this Obelisk is made of?"