World of Darkness Chronicles: Winter Wolf
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nishatalithaHave made public all my previous Winter Wolf entries and linked them together. The first one can be found here.
Nil took us to... nothing. There was ground beneath our feet, but we couldn't see it. Mist moved around us and the complete darkness stretched off into infinity. There was nothing to anchor my senses to. Most confusing and I kept trying to find an anchor.
Damien being Damien, he fired off a bullet, which I then tracked. It kept going. And going. And it was still going when it got to the limit of my range. And I have a decent range.
Eventually, we started walking. Since our watches had all stopped, Damien counted breathes and heartbeats with a makeshift pendulum. He gave up holding his breath after the rough equivalent of ten minutes. Then, after hours and hours of attempted directional walking (we tried to walk in a direction but it didn't precisely work), he started talking about non-linear Euclidan geometry. Which confused me; I think linearly.
He lay down, and then abruptly, vanished. It took the rest of us a while to join him. In the end, I felt myself yanked there by something. If the mist is flowing in a circlular direction, and nothing else is changeing, and both time and place are non-linear, then we need to be at the centre. Sounds easy, but I guess I'm too anchored in linear place and time. Twenty plus hours of walking. *snorts*
The place in the centre was... just lovely. Familiar and homey to my type of magic. Altar stone in the centre, with a large silver knife on it. A building, almost, with walls and ceiling made of tightly interlaced vines and grass beneath our feet, and scattered bushes and copses.
Then Jack turned on us. He said he'd been given orders to make sure we all made a sacrifice, per rite of Winter Wolf, and Umbrella was insistant that we all made the sacrifice; bullets first and then the knife through our hearts. Fun, fun, fun.
This being us, of course, we didn't manage to keep talking and finding out more about the ritual, especially since N. was away, and Anna is the only one with an emotional connection to him. So, the shooting started. Chaos-16 wasn't aiming to kill us, but Bayman had activated something that put Chaos under his orders.
So we fought. Bayman had his two SMGs and there was much shooting and damage. Hilda ran interference with Chaos-16 while Damien attacked Bayman and I attempted to teleport directly behind him and take out the receiver. For a fast teleport, it was fairly successful - I landed behind and to the side of Bayman.
Then it was my turn to run distraction while Damien attacked Bayman. Eventually, Anna snuck up behind him and knocked him out. We made him further unconscious, broke the transponder thing and duct-taped him to the altar. Then I healed myself and others (very slow, took a long time) while we waited for him to wake up.
We didn't get much more information from Bayman. Since he was prepared to die for the safety of the world, I commended his soul to the goddess or whatever deities, if any, resided in this place, raised the knife and lowered it into his heart.
The vines in the corner started peeling and breaking away. Rotting and disintergrating. I sat on the altar, moved the body and then sat on it again, keeping hold of the knife. The rot reached the altar and it started cracking. We moved away from it. When it had completely fallen apart, there was a crystal remaining. Damien managed to grab it (by dint of us holding onto his belt) and broke it, before we hauled him in again.
We ended up on a black disc, one of three making a circle around a swirling black pool of something. This seeming to be the right time and place (and after Damien had fired the inevitable shots at the other team across the disc), we began the ritual. Asheron dragged Sorgus' mangled corpse along with him, and the Pentex team had someone I was astounded to recognise as Danny from Cradle of Filth with them. I was more astounded that I recognised him than that he was there, actually.
Anyhow, we placed the skull of the last unicorn hunter upon the highest shelf, the head of our high priest, Hilda, and adorned her within the cloak of many souls. She drank the blood of the dragon and took up the blade forged in sin and struck down the gathering of forgotten warriors. And struck them down again, as the wraiths were released and filled the circle. We took the blows for them, but they did not truly harm us.
And then the skull began forging itself to her head, and the transformation was continued until she had become the beast, a most snake-like monster. Which, of course, we fought. It appeared to be a battle, if only a holding one, for those more skilled with gun and blade than I am. So I attempted to say "no, this cannot be, unform" to it. Reality said "no." Or rather, "NO."
This flummoxed me for a moment. Meant we were actually fighting Reality itself. Hmmm. Well, there was this big inky pool of blackness nearby. I could drop it in that... Spoke to Chaos-16 about it, and since he's also Correspondence Four, we agreed I would do it and he would make sure that I didn't get hit by a jet of green fire while I was focused, then he would locate and I could drop it.
It was a long ritual. Several times I had to make an abrupt mid-air, mid-ritual teleport to avoid getting swiped by the tale of the snake. I know at one stage Anna was in it's mouth and she fired Damien's baratt up into it. A baratt fired at point blank range... Didn't do the gun much good. The knife from the sacrifice room came in handy, as Damien used it to dig into the snake and irritate it and stuff.
Then, and fortunately I didn't botch, because that would've been twenty-five points of paradox plus four for being a level four ritual, we opened up the portal and dropped it into the swirling pool of inky blackness. And we all collapsed into a pile, Hilda included. I managed to heal Chaos-16, but other than that, the general collapse was necessary. She'd been left behind when we dropped Reality in there. We saw Danny Filth lever a dark soul out of Dash (Danny would be a Euthanatos mage) and Asheron had a massive internal argument and spun part of himself out and away.
Then this massive being, looking much like a giant-size Nil pulled out of the inky blackness and I started paying attention again.
I can't be bothered updating the last part just yet. Will do so some other time this week.
Nil took us to... nothing. There was ground beneath our feet, but we couldn't see it. Mist moved around us and the complete darkness stretched off into infinity. There was nothing to anchor my senses to. Most confusing and I kept trying to find an anchor.
Damien being Damien, he fired off a bullet, which I then tracked. It kept going. And going. And it was still going when it got to the limit of my range. And I have a decent range.
Eventually, we started walking. Since our watches had all stopped, Damien counted breathes and heartbeats with a makeshift pendulum. He gave up holding his breath after the rough equivalent of ten minutes. Then, after hours and hours of attempted directional walking (we tried to walk in a direction but it didn't precisely work), he started talking about non-linear Euclidan geometry. Which confused me; I think linearly.
He lay down, and then abruptly, vanished. It took the rest of us a while to join him. In the end, I felt myself yanked there by something. If the mist is flowing in a circlular direction, and nothing else is changeing, and both time and place are non-linear, then we need to be at the centre. Sounds easy, but I guess I'm too anchored in linear place and time. Twenty plus hours of walking. *snorts*
The place in the centre was... just lovely. Familiar and homey to my type of magic. Altar stone in the centre, with a large silver knife on it. A building, almost, with walls and ceiling made of tightly interlaced vines and grass beneath our feet, and scattered bushes and copses.
Then Jack turned on us. He said he'd been given orders to make sure we all made a sacrifice, per rite of Winter Wolf, and Umbrella was insistant that we all made the sacrifice; bullets first and then the knife through our hearts. Fun, fun, fun.
This being us, of course, we didn't manage to keep talking and finding out more about the ritual, especially since N. was away, and Anna is the only one with an emotional connection to him. So, the shooting started. Chaos-16 wasn't aiming to kill us, but Bayman had activated something that put Chaos under his orders.
So we fought. Bayman had his two SMGs and there was much shooting and damage. Hilda ran interference with Chaos-16 while Damien attacked Bayman and I attempted to teleport directly behind him and take out the receiver. For a fast teleport, it was fairly successful - I landed behind and to the side of Bayman.
Then it was my turn to run distraction while Damien attacked Bayman. Eventually, Anna snuck up behind him and knocked him out. We made him further unconscious, broke the transponder thing and duct-taped him to the altar. Then I healed myself and others (very slow, took a long time) while we waited for him to wake up.
We didn't get much more information from Bayman. Since he was prepared to die for the safety of the world, I commended his soul to the goddess or whatever deities, if any, resided in this place, raised the knife and lowered it into his heart.
The vines in the corner started peeling and breaking away. Rotting and disintergrating. I sat on the altar, moved the body and then sat on it again, keeping hold of the knife. The rot reached the altar and it started cracking. We moved away from it. When it had completely fallen apart, there was a crystal remaining. Damien managed to grab it (by dint of us holding onto his belt) and broke it, before we hauled him in again.
We ended up on a black disc, one of three making a circle around a swirling black pool of something. This seeming to be the right time and place (and after Damien had fired the inevitable shots at the other team across the disc), we began the ritual. Asheron dragged Sorgus' mangled corpse along with him, and the Pentex team had someone I was astounded to recognise as Danny from Cradle of Filth with them. I was more astounded that I recognised him than that he was there, actually.
Anyhow, we placed the skull of the last unicorn hunter upon the highest shelf, the head of our high priest, Hilda, and adorned her within the cloak of many souls. She drank the blood of the dragon and took up the blade forged in sin and struck down the gathering of forgotten warriors. And struck them down again, as the wraiths were released and filled the circle. We took the blows for them, but they did not truly harm us.
And then the skull began forging itself to her head, and the transformation was continued until she had become the beast, a most snake-like monster. Which, of course, we fought. It appeared to be a battle, if only a holding one, for those more skilled with gun and blade than I am. So I attempted to say "no, this cannot be, unform" to it. Reality said "no." Or rather, "NO."
This flummoxed me for a moment. Meant we were actually fighting Reality itself. Hmmm. Well, there was this big inky pool of blackness nearby. I could drop it in that... Spoke to Chaos-16 about it, and since he's also Correspondence Four, we agreed I would do it and he would make sure that I didn't get hit by a jet of green fire while I was focused, then he would locate and I could drop it.
It was a long ritual. Several times I had to make an abrupt mid-air, mid-ritual teleport to avoid getting swiped by the tale of the snake. I know at one stage Anna was in it's mouth and she fired Damien's baratt up into it. A baratt fired at point blank range... Didn't do the gun much good. The knife from the sacrifice room came in handy, as Damien used it to dig into the snake and irritate it and stuff.
Then, and fortunately I didn't botch, because that would've been twenty-five points of paradox plus four for being a level four ritual, we opened up the portal and dropped it into the swirling pool of inky blackness. And we all collapsed into a pile, Hilda included. I managed to heal Chaos-16, but other than that, the general collapse was necessary. She'd been left behind when we dropped Reality in there. We saw Danny Filth lever a dark soul out of Dash (Danny would be a Euthanatos mage) and Asheron had a massive internal argument and spun part of himself out and away.
Then this massive being, looking much like a giant-size Nil pulled out of the inky blackness and I started paying attention again.
I can't be bothered updating the last part just yet. Will do so some other time this week.
