PLAYER PLOT: Enfenim

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel, Sina, Cyril, Beleth, Sorrel, Myr, Saoirse, side of Anders and Alistair
WHAT: A demon has trapped Pel in the Fade.
WHEN: Forward-Dated to 25 Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, the Fade
NOTES: Trigger warning bonanza for insects, body horror, corpses, dismemberment/maiming, death, illness, drowning, blood + will update if any more happen.

What am I to do with all of these dolls?
They've covered the floors, they've covered the walls.
They're stacked up chin-high all over the floor,
But my greedy child is screaming for more...

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[sulena]

Her Harrowing is ingrained deep inside her heart. Of all her memories it is one of the most vivid and detailed of her long list of memories from her time in this world. It had been a fight then, and it'll be a fight now as she takes a deep breath and fights the urge to feels herself shudder as the wind whips around through the houses that make up her home.

This isn't real, she repeats in her head. It has become something of a mantra as it repeats over and over again as Saoirse makes her way through the empty streets. It was such an unnatural sound for everything to be so... dead. No chatter of the people going about their day, no children playing and no songs being sung.

She peeks into houses as she passes, finding each empty until she comes to her home and almost expects to find her father waiting for at his desk surrounded by papers and books of elven history. Instead there is an unnatural silence here as well and an emptiness that seems to scream at her...

Returning the streets, she is briefly stunned by the pain of something hitting her. When another sharp pain erupts on her shoulder, she stumbles back under the safety of her home's roof when it becomes clear just what is falling from the sky.

This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't...

Over and over, she had to remind herself of this.

kick me out if ur not ready yet

[eolasemah]

There is someone. Out from behind the dead vhenandahl steps a spectre in drab clothing, radiating light of a sickly, violent green. She's dirty, bedraggled, her mouth and chin crusted with dried blood, of which there are also flecks on her hands and the tattered shift she wears. A walking corpse, perhaps, or a demon, whose eyes glow the same green when she turns them on Saoirse.

lassos you right in

[sulena]

And Saoirse immediately notices this someone with the green light standing at stark constant to the literal sea of red filling her vision. She stands her ground, staring out from under the awning of the home and watching it with an almost memorized fashion. When it turns on her, she does not flinch or back down and instead stares back with a tight gaze.

"Who are you?"

[eolasemah]

The thing stares back at her, blank-faced, perhaps calculating. "You're not supposed to be here," she says, less accusatory than revelatory, as though putting the pieces together. Stepping toward Saoirse, she smiles a little, still an unnerving sight paired with the rest of her.

[mythalenaste]

"Neither are you."

It's not one voice, but many. Up above, the corpses' mouths are moving, but it is not their voices coming out.

"Saoirse needs to see this. She needs to remember this. No matter what she gives, no matter the love she feels, you are all just sacks of meat in the end."

[eolasemah]

The specter turns her gaze up to the sky, troubled.
"This meat is poison," she replies, extending her hands out to both sides and leaving her vividly glowing sternum vulnerable to the sky. "You will choke on it and die before you touch Saoirse."

[sulena]

"I cannot leave here," she says with increasing strength. "I must bring my friend home."

Clutching her staff tighter, she steps out closer to the specter but her focus on the sky and the corpses. It makes her heart thump loudly in her chest but she pushes onward. These are not her friends, these are not her family...

"I'll prove you wrong. We'll show you how much love can accomplish when we take Pel home and leave you here to rot!"

[mythalenaste]

"I love Pel," the voices say. "All I want--"

There's a clap of thunder. The blood turns into rain, the corpses into clouds. The alienage is full of life again as people scramble to get their drying laundry indoors. Children are splashing, playing in the puddles, and all the world is clean and fresh.

"--is to make her fear go away," concludes a small voice.

[eolasemah]

Turning away from the sky and to Saoirse, the spectre holds out its hand. "Don't engage," it advises with a smile, "I know where she is. I'll bring you there."

[sulena]

Calmly, Saoirse looks to the spectre's offered hand before very slowly taking it. "Okay, take me there. Please."