faderift | [OPEN] FROM RIFTWATCH WITH LOVE: PART ONE

WHO: Everyone and anyone
WHAT: An abomination redecorates the Gallows.
WHEN: Early August
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Part One of FROM RIFTWATCH WITH LOVE. Will include some violence, some general chaos, and some light murderin'.

There is a man in a worn traveling cloak. He is dark haired, with sharp features dominated by a dark horizontal scar near his hairline, and later someone will describe him as having been soft spoken when he asked for directions.

But something in the Gallows' dining hall, with its unreliable population for the midday meal, must catch under his skin; he's found his voice again by the time he steps up onto one of the benches.

"Is this all of you?"

Someone nearby tells him to get his boots off the furniture, so the man climbs higher onto the table and is louder the second time: "Is this really all you are? A few people in a tower on an island?"

Heads are coming up. As his voice rises, he produces an envelope from his pocket.

"Do you think this is funny? Playing at being something, and telling people you can make a difference to them? You were supposed to be helping, but you're all just sitting here! Don't touch me"—to someone encouraging him to get off the fucking table—"You were meant to be helping us. You promised you would, and I told her I believed you!"

Hands are reaching for him. No, really, get off the table. You can explain what's wrong once you're down; you're with friends— The man jerks his arm free, snarling, "Don't touch me! You're nothing!" A stronger hand finds him then and begins pulling him struggling down. With a wrenched cry of, "Livia!" the man slips from the table.

A column of fire pours upward out of him like molten heat from a crack in the earth. It bursts so high that it scorches a circle on the dining hall ceiling, and burns so suddenly hot that it sends those nearest to him recoiling backward as their clothes catch. The fire licks again in random directions, in chaotic fits and starts of light and heat, and the thing that rises up again in the mage's place isn't really a man at all.

The rage abomination will ravage its way through the dining hall and prodigious Gallows kitchens, then out into the courtyard beyond leaving considerable destruction in its wake until finally brought down by Leander. In the charred aftermath, the following can be recovered from among the mage's belongings: a leather corded bracelet with a green bead woven in it (too small for anything but the smallest wrist), a functioning phylactery, and a letter from "Riftwatch" which implies a history of correspondence and familiarly refers to the recipient by name, 'Felix.' An investigation of Riftwatch's files will reveal the log of having received a message from a similar Felix, No Lastname six months earlier. The message itself is nowhere to be found among the Gallows records.

The recovered letter assures Felix that all will be well, and includes instructions to wait in the woods above the crossroads of a small Wildervale village.

'Help will be on its way. Good luck, and safe travels.'

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She makes a little face at him this time, ghoulish, all teeth. "You should be a little afraid of me. I am full of potential."

But she is satisfied whether or not he agrees, and turns back to keep leading the way.

"It does not go very far. We will be there soon. Do you not like caves, and things like caves?"

Edgard flashes a wide smile at her back after she's turned away. He's well aware he should be afraid of her, but isn't at all.

"I'm not against caves in particular." He muses. "I just don't like to get into things I can't get out of, if I can't help it."

"You should be smaller."

Ahead of them, the passageway takes a short turn, and here, at last, is a door. It is not locked and Doki opens it easily. On the other side is--well, another corridor, wide enough that you could drive a cart down it, and lined with doors. At either end there are stairways, just as wide as the corridor.

Doki makes an expansive gesture to the doors--left, and then right.

"We choose one. And we see what is behind it."

“I am perfectly content to be big,”

Edgard grins at Doki and then puts his hands on her shoulders, spinning her to the left.

“I like the look of that door. After you,” He taps her shoulders lightly before removing his hands.

Oh.

Thus spun, Doki takes a moment. She looks up at him.

"If you touch me again, Big New Edgard, without asking, I will cut your hands off and stuff them up your arse." She smiles, pleasantly, which either makes the threat funny, or more serious. "This door?"

She goes and opens it, and steps inside.

There are shelves lining the walls, and no window. The light comes with them, spilling in from the corridor. Doki reaches onto one of the shelves and comes up with a jug. She hefts it, thoughtfully.

"Ale," she guesses.

Edgard throws his hands in the air, laughing.

"Désolé, it will not happen again."

He looks at the jug in Doki's hands and then pulls out a cup from somewhere under his shirt.

"It is probably ale. Want to find out for sure?" He waves the cup teasingly over her head and then has a thought, "Does ale count as food? I haven't forgotten that I need to feed you."

"Ale does not count as food," tartly, but she holds the jug out to him with force. Here. "Désolé for you. I still want to know for sure if this is ale. You pour."

Once he's accepted the jug, she turns back to poke at the rest of the shelves, in case there is something else here for them. She's not worried about the state of the cup, not even coming from beneath a shirt like that. There are bigger things in the world than dirty sweaty chest cups.

Edgard sets the cup down on the floor and removes the cork from the jug. He peers in with one eye and sniffs it a little. He then pours out a brown liquid into the cup.

"It looks like ale. I suppose there's only one way to find out. If its not ale, it was a pleasure meeting you." Edgard raises the glass to Doki, still turned away, and downs the whole cup.

When she realizes what New Edgard is doing, Doki turns around to give him her fullest attention. Her eyes gleam with interest as she makes a study of him, watching his face for signs of poisoning or illness or discomfort.

"Well?"

Edgard's smile falters as something happens. His eyes go glassy and then he gives a high pitched giggle. He snorts and laughs hard for a full minute.

"Your eyes!" he says wiping tears from his eyes. "They are so shiny! You've got big shiny eyeballs in your head!"

Needless to say, it probably isn't ale.

Oh. Hm.

Doki sinks a half step back so she can look at New Edgard--not because she is intimidated by him, but because he is taller than she is, so she has to move back to get a full look.

"I lick them to keep them shiny. An old trick. Give me that?" She lilts it like a question, but she's already got her hand out, pointing: the jug of not-ale. "I want it."

Edgard is at first much too busy attempting to get his tongue to his eyeballs to notice that Doki has requested anything. His head is wrenched back with effort.

"How? Is your tongue long?" He then brings his head back down. Woah. He notices her hand. He gives her the jug and the cup.

"Yes, have some!" A boyish excitement flits across his face and he claps happily. "It's fun!"

"Very," she answers, steadily, and sticks her tongue out at him. It isn't really, but he won't notice or care. She takes the jug and cup from him and raises the jug to her face, like she might drink directly from it.

Instead she sniffs it. Thinks, sniffs it again. Carefully dips her finger in and licks it clean. The taste is peculiar, fermented.

"We should remember this is here." Carefully, Doki puts the jug back on the shelf and pushes it back so that it is safely away from the edge. "Or I will. Are you going to walk with me still or are you useless now?"

"Don't leave me!" He whines like a puppy. "Let's walk! I like walks. Where are we walking?"

Edgard then squints looking at the jug on the shelf. "You don't want it?"

"I want it later," she says as she pushes past Edgard and back into the main corridor. She is careful to walk slow enough so that he will not fall too far back behind her, or get lost. "When I want to fuck with someone, I want it to be there. Come on, we will try another room."

Edgard follows behind her marching and waving his hands in the air. He sings loudly and badly,

"Another room! Another room! Doki and Edgard go to another room! What is there? Maybe a BEAR!"

Edgard isn't home right now, but he's having a good time.

[OPEN] FROM RIFTWATCH WITH LOVE: PART ONE

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dying at 'dirty sweaty chest cups'

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