Heaven's Dogma (RP Thread)

[DaReaperMan]

There was nothing relating to the occult on the upper floors, barring the monstrous growths that seemed to have taken root in the house, but those could be cut out... if anything could be considered "occult", it was the strange way decomposed corpses were scattered across the floor, arranged in a way that didn't seem random.

"...what...?" Arkhan gingerly reached a hand out, trying to call forth shards of the ancient spirits within to see how they died

 

[Backbackback]

"If they are I hope one of you can make a good fire." Arkhan commented, her Tomb Guard forming a perimiter in the sands, the one on the griffin circling the area in the sky as a look-out. Arkhan herself was moving into the farmhouse itself, trying to find something more... occult in the upper floors. Obviously she wasn't stupid enough to not float an inch above the ground however, since it was a poor idea to risk putting a foot through the floor.

"I certainly can. Don't worry." replied the Fox.

There was nothing relating to the occult on the upper floors, barring the monstrous growths that seemed to have taken root in the house, but those could be cut out... if anything could be considered "occult", it was the strange way decomposed corpses were scattered across the floor, arranged in a way that didn't seem random.

With them noticing the corpses scattered in a weird pattern, they raised their suspicions even further. There was something wrong, but not something noticeable with mere occultish things. "Arkhan. Look at the corpses. Something's off..." was the same thing they said, calling out the probable obvious to reveal that which is underneath.

 

[Da3ggman]

Despite the rest of the groups reservations and odd feelings about the place, Lucian seemed perfectly at home. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled loudly, still looking joyous as ever. "Now this is truly a wonderful change of pace from that awful desert! Oh, I can just feel the life brimming in here!"

He took closer examination at the vines and plants that had taken over the old place, and scratched his chin. "...Though, I can't say I have ever seen any vegetation quite like this....wonder what were to happen if I tried to absorb some of its energy?" He asked himself, contemplating if he really should do something so rash, even if he felt like it was safe.

 

[azontr]

"...what...?" Arkhan gingerly reached a hand out, trying to call forth shards of the ancient spirits within to see how they died

Arkhan was met with nothing but silence. Silence was followed by painful groaning. The groaning was followed by screams and shouts of agony, an opera of curdling blood and tearing flesh assaulting her spiritual senses as she was unable to decipher anything about these people's deaths other than they suffered greatly.

With them noticing the corpses scattered in a weird pattern, they raised their suspicions even further. There was something wrong, but not something noticeable with mere occultish things. "Arkhan. Look at the corpses. Something's off..." was the same thing they said, calling out the probable obvious to reveal that which is underneath.

Akarui feels the old floorboards creak and crack as she steps onto the second story. It seems it wouldn't take much weight from her walking around, Arkhan only remaining stable because she was floating.

Despite the rest of the groups reservations and odd feelings about the place, Lucian seemed perfectly at home. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled loudly, still looking joyous as ever. "Now this is truly a wonderful change of pace from that awful desert! Oh, I can just feel the life brimming in here!"

He took closer examination at the vines and plants that had taken over the old place, and scratched his chin. "...Though, I can't say I have ever seen any vegetation quite like this....wonder what were to happen if I tried to absorb some of its energy?" He asked himself, contemplating if he really should do something so rash, even if he felt like it was safe.

As Lucian examined the gory vegetation, so too did it examine him. The various bloodshot eyes and unformed visual apparatus followed him as he followed them, unable to move, but aware. The environment knew they were there, poking and prodding as they were, that much was clear.

 

[DaReaperMan]

Arkhan was met with nothing but silence. Silence was followed by painful groaning. The groaning was followed by screams and shouts of agony, an opera of curdling blood and tearing flesh assaulting her spiritual senses as she was unable to decipher anything about these people's deaths other than they suffered greatly.

"...We shouldn't stay long. Not without lookouts." Arkhan rasped, her eyes opening as she simply waved her hand and sent what fragments of their souls were left to Anubis, her head snapping to the disturbance of the creaking floorboards

Akarui feels the old floorboards creak and crack as she steps onto the second story. It seems it wouldn't take much weight from her walking around, Arkhan only remaining stable because she was floating.

With them noticing the corpses scattered in a weird pattern, they raised their suspicions even further. There was something wrong, but not something noticeable with mere occultish things. "Arkhan. Look at the corpses. Something's off..." was the same thing they said, calling out the probable obvious to reveal that which is underneath.

"If you can't keep your weight off of anything leave. Don't trust building old as this one." Arkhan hissed quietly, immediatly sending out small skulls of misty darkness to explore the rest of the second floor, shifting herself to go back down the stairs with some speed and precision, essentially getting out of the house as quickly as possible. Tonight she'd certainly be sleeping with one eye open, considering how little she trusted structures in the first place and one with... less than viable things like this happening in it put her on edge. It wasn't even the painful deaths that put her on high alert, it was the methodical way the bodies were positioned as if someone was MEANT to find them in that specific orientation.

 

[Backbackback]

Akarui feels the old floorboards creak and crack as she steps onto the second story. It seems it wouldn't take much weight from her walking around, Arkhan only remaining stable because she was floating.

The Foxian didn't bother getting up any further and figured that stepping any more than what they did would mean this place collapsing and only alerting what could be the threats from here on out. They then swiftly made way downstairs and onto the ground floor.

"If you can't keep your weight off of anything leave. Don't trust building old as this one." Arkhan hissed quietly, immediatly sending out small skulls of misty darkness to explore the rest of the second floor, shifting herself to go back down the stairs with some speed and precision, essentially getting out of the house as quickly as possible. Tonight she'd certainly be sleeping with one eye open, considering how little she trusted structures in the first place and one with... less than viable things like this happening in it put her on edge. It wasn't even the painful deaths that put her on high alert, it was the methodical way the bodies were positioned as if someone was MEANT to find them in that specific orientation.

"I doubt there'd be anything apart from the possible Daemons hiding inside. I think we'll soon engage in combat...." they replied, as if mocking the enemies that dare hide and made a kneeling stance, their blade at hand as if anticipating something or simply meditating. Either way, it was a nice method to gather more concentration for the upcoming conflict, whenever that may come around.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"Do plants even eat oil? That's... really weird... saying allat...." Gwen jest.

"daemon n' their spawn will eat anythin'. Wouldn'ta been surprised if they ate the metal, much less the gas." Nimah said, shrugging. She slowly began to remove a part that was beyond salvaging, tossing it to the ground.

"Do me a favor and tell Foxy to bring the spare parts over 'ere, doll. Need'ta replace a few things." She glanced over at Gwen, flashing her a lazy smile.

 

[Backbackback]

"daemon n' their spawn will eat anythin'. Wouldn'ta been surprised if they ate the metal, much less the gas." Nimah said, shrugging. She slowly began to remove a part that was beyond salvaging, tossing it to the ground.

"Do me a favor and tell Foxy to bring the spare parts over 'ere, doll. Need'ta replace a few things." She glanced over at Gwen, flashing her a lazy smile.

"Doll? Me?" she whispered to herself, albeit almost audible to Nimah. Lightly red on the cheeks, she shook it off and nodded extremely fast and went over to the meditating Fox.

But before she could, the parts were already presented at the entrance of the old warehouse, finally unfurling pairs of string — <<Ceradwyn>> — and have them be tied to this net for easy means of bringing it to the supposed mechanic, weak as she may physically be at lifting them alone.

 

[azontr]

Whilst everyone works, Kurai enters the farmhouse, searching for anything she could store in the truck once Nimah was done fixing it. She groans at the sight of whatever remaining daemonic growths, using a white knife she pulls from her cloak to begin cutting away at the vines and gory foliage, before coming out of the building carrying some more old canned goods, some rusty tools, and a sack of what she assumed was rice. She throws the supplies into the trunk, before calling to Nimah.

"...How long until this thing drives?" She asks.

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"Doll? Me?" she whispered to herself, albeit almost audible to Nimah. Lightly red on the cheeks, she shook it off and nodded extremely fast and went over to the meditating Fox.

But before she could, the parts were already presented at the entrance of the old warehouse, finally unfurling pairs of string — <<Ceradwyn>> — and have them be tied to this net for easy means of bringing it to the supposed mechanic, weak as she may physically be at lifting them alone.

"Guess ya did say yer Dogma had somethin' to do with strings. Appreciate it, doll." Nimah said, giving her a sly wink. She slowly tugged the makeshift net the woman had created, bringing the parts to her feet.

"...How long until this thing drives?" She asks.

"Few hours, give 'o take. Probably less if the new parts don't need repairin'" Nimah said. "Either way we should be able to drive outta 'er tomorrow."

 

[Backbackback]

"Guess ya did say yer Dogma had somethin' to do with strings. Appreciate it, doll." Nimah said, giving her a sly wink. She slowly tugged the makeshift net the woman had created, bringing the parts to her feet.

"Hey, I have name.... Well, being called a doll isn't too bad, I guess..." she pouted, but sighed anyway. "But, errr, yeah! I was telling the truth, Nimah!"

 

[azontr]

Few hours, give 'o take. Probably less if the new parts don't need repairin'" Nimah said. "Either way we should be able to drive outta 'er tomorrow."

"Cool... guess that means I'll make food or some sh*t..." Kurai murmurs as she begins organizing her stuff, taking out what she believes to be some kind of soup, but the labels on the cans are partially scratched off.

"...You eating?"

 

[DaReaperMan]

"Cool... guess that means I'll make food or some sh*t..." Kurai murmurs as she begins organizing her stuff, taking out what she believes to be some kind of soup, but the labels on the cans are partially scratched off.

"...You eating?"

"I'll have sentries up while you lot sleep, for the record." Arkhan said, walking up without bothering with stealth "Something weird by my standards happened in that place, their souls are constricted and blind... that doesn't happen usually."

 

[azontr]

"For one, I'm not sleeping... In fact, I'd recommend nobody sleep until we're out of daemon territory. The food is meant to keep us running without sleep." Kurai says, "...For two, that just means we're staying outside until we figure out what the hell's going on with that."

 

[The_man_with_the_Midas_touch]

"Guess nickin' the map and runnin' is off the table. Should'a known she wouldn't be sleepin'" Nimah thought. She felt a small bit of annoyance well in her chest, but didn't let it linger—it seemed more beneficial to stay with the woman anyway, at least for the moment.

"Cool... guess that means I'll make food or some sh*t..." Kurai murmurs as she begins organizing her stuff, taking out what she believes to be some kind of soup, but the labels on the cans are partially scratched off.

"...You eating?"

Nimah glanced at Kurai, effortlessly concealing her prior....frustration.

"Throw in some of them vines and see if they cook good. I'll take a break 'round supper. Don't eat much, usually." Nimah responded evenly.

"Hey, I have name.... Well, being called a doll isn't too bad, I guess..." she pouted, but sighed anyway. "But, errr, yeah! I was telling the truth, Nimah!"

"Heh...more useful than'a pegged ya for, Gwenny. Might wanna keep ya around." She said, snickering a bit as she returned to her work.

 

[DaReaperMan]

"For one, I'm not sleeping... In fact, I'd recommend nobody sleep until we're out of daemon territory. The food is meant to keep us running without sleep." Kurai says, "...For two, that just means we're staying outside until we figure out what the hell's going on with that."

"Good." Arkhan said, breathing out and closing her eyes for a moment with both hands stretched out, causing three more Tomb Guard to seemingly form out of the aether, which were immediately ordered to start just scouting the lower floors and whatever other areas were on the ground level, which they mindlessly moved to do.

Arkhan then proceeded to check in on her skulls, absorbing what they'd seen on the second floor, looking for clues as to what was happening

"Throw in some of them vines and see if they cook good. I'll take a break 'round supper. Don't eat much, usually." Nimah responded evenly.

"Cook them on their own first. See if they're toxic or will otherwise cause problems."

Despite the rest of the groups reservations and odd feelings about the place, Lucian seemed perfectly at home. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled loudly, still looking joyous as ever. "Now this is truly a wonderful change of pace from that awful desert! Oh, I can just feel the life brimming in here!"

He took closer examination at the vines and plants that had taken over the old place, and scratched his chin. "...Though, I can't say I have ever seen any vegetation quite like this....wonder what were to happen if I tried to absorb some of its energy?" He asked himself, contemplating if he really should do something so rash, even if he felt like it was safe.

Hard footsteps walked into the house, a Tomb Guard lifelessly stared at the vines in it's skeletal visage dry as the sands surrounding the once fertile land of the farm.

 

[Backbackback]

"Heh...more useful than'a pegged ya for, Gwenny. Might wanna keep ya around." She said, snickering a bit as she returned to her work.

"Hey, I don't wanna be like a sitting duck here.... I could prolly use my strings to help ya...." Gwen murmured, "Feels like I'm just being served a free ride....."