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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[mythalenaste]

"But I'm so hungry!" The demon stamps its foot. "If I do all the work and she does none, that's not fair!"

It takes two steps forward, then stops, scowl fading into frown.

"You...you could help me!" it says suddenly. "One of you could--either of you! I can wake her up and still help her! Just let me in so I can go to your side."

[writteninblood]

"Oh come on, you know that's not going to work," Sorrel drawls, sarcastic despite-- because of-- the chill of fear. Exchange his life for Pel's? More than fair, true. But he spares a glance at Saoirse to confirm their mutual unwillingness.

Even if he'd wanted to give in, out of pity or self-sacrifice, or sheer stubborn idiocy, Beleth would only keep coming back here until either Sorrel died, or the demon did. And there's no telling what his mother would say. Or Sina, if she woke up to find him-- no. No.

"You have her trapped here, torturing her, yet you say it's not fair? Please. No one's forcing this on you; go on back where you came from, if it's so hard."

[sulena]

Her features never change as she holds onto her staff, staring down at the demon through its tantrum and through Sorrel's words as he speaks.

"That's not how this works. You do not have a place in her future or at her side," she says calmly. "You have a choice now, which is far more than what you deserve to awaken her and return to your corner of the Fade. Whether you agree or not, she will leave this place and you."

[mythalenaste]

"Then you're just getting in my way," the demon snarls. It raises its hands. Shards of ice form in the air and fly toward Sorrel and Saoirse.