Log 4

Winged Cat: SESSION START
WC ST: Kimbery looks rather lit up. This is Not A Good Thing.
Jimborg: “The Primordial Geas is still in effect right?” Talon asked looking down, his draconic wings inlaid with Cecylene’s silver. “So it’s not like he’s joining Autocthon… right?”
Loquacious: “We can certainly hope so.”
Lethis: “The Empyrial Chaos possessed the power to lift the Geas in the event he wished to unleash his ultimate weapon against his foes. I don’t think Autochthon possessed the power to do the same, but I also don’t think he possessed the power to do… whatever he’s doing. Eating other Primordials.”
Jimborg: Talon shook his head. “No, that dosen’t sound like something Malfeas would do.”
Castille: “He doesn’t. Didn’t. Whatever the case, we need to go. The Damnable Sun is free to do what he pleases without worrying about the rules, because, as established, Malfeas is dead. And Cecelyne’s dying.” He curses under his breath. “We need to go, immediately.”
Lethis: “I don’t mean now. I do not know if Malfeas possesses the power anyway. But that is a discussion for another time. We are fleeing. Castille, Astraea, protect yourselves.”
Lethis: “I’m carrying us out of here.”
Jimborg: Talon looked at Lethis. “Oh this ought to be good.”
Castille: “I’m flying myself. Easier than… dealing with whatever you’re doing,” he grumps, gliding well away from the others, getting them out of his blast radius.
Loquacious: Loquacious nods.
Cardew: “I don’t care how we’re doing it, but we need to get out of here fast.”
Loquacious: “If we must.” Loq is still not happy about running.
Jimborg: Talon nods, spreading his wings. “Agreed. Once we’re airborne, we need to designate a spot on Autocthon where we can all meet.”
Jimborg: “Like, find an open port near that drill or something.”
Cardew: “That drill is the spot most likely to be under observation.”
Lethis: Lethis’ caste mark begins to burn with a white and green flame, tendrils sliding along her lithe form as she shimmers with a painfully stark glare. Her skin starts to grow even thinner, practically translucent, the things writhing under her skin thicker and stronger, looking like they’re about to breach the surface… and so they do!
Castille: There’s a slightly sickening feeling as essence flows from the air and into Castille, lighting him up in ghastly, familiar green. Flares dip inward, his entire aura compressing itself down and down into a ball in front of his chest— and then he wraps his hands around it and pulls it into himself.

And explodes.
Jimborg: [“Ooooooooh. Aaaaaaaah.”]
Lethis: White, slimy tendrils erupt out of her body as her clothing fades Elsewhere, and as visible features sink into the plasmid that has become her body, the acid eating away at the ground beneath her feet, what was her head swells up into some kind of large air bladder, as the rest of her body melts into liquid tendrils which engulf the others, pulling them into the octopus-like beast drifting upwards. It propels itself forward with its tendrils, taking in a jet of air to fill the bladdar and fly.
Loquacious: Loquacious allows herself to be engulfed, rather than activating her own shintai – she could, but there’s little point when Lethis is perfectly capable of carrying her.
Lethis: (She’s not actually strong enough to carry them… but her telekinesis is Str 6, and she’s going to keep them inside her liquid body with that, protecting them with additional activations of Fathomless Poison Haven.)
Lethis: (But Castille and Astraea are not Beloved, so that will require protection of their own.)
Lethis: (And Lilah’s not playing tonight.)
Jimborg: [gonna use Per + Aware in addition to Essence Sight to pinpoint a landing spot.]
Jimborg: [6d10: 9 4 5 5 4 10 (Successes: 3)]
Castille: Essence rushes out from Castille with concussive force, his toxic essence spreading blackened corruption in all directions, rushing along the ground like steaming, wispy shadows. Out of the corrupt blast, he unfolds; no larger than before, but now a shimmering black-violet semiliquid monstrosity, his flesh flowing and twisting around a legless skeletal frame; his lower body is fluid and gelatinous, while his upper body’s skeleton has taken on a shape comprised of some blend of human and insect, his waist pinched painfully thin around his vertebrae. Corrupting, infernal energy crackles around him, singing the ground for nearly twenty feet in all directions as he approaches the group. “I am… ready,” he says, though no mouth is visible on his face; matter of fact, nothing is visible on his face at all. He lacks mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, and his voice thrums out from nothing, echoing in the null spaces of the mind.
Jimborg: [okay, that, is cool.]
WC ST: [3 die stunt. 1 XP for all.]
Loquacious: [squee]
Lethis: Lethis’ octo-blimp is surprisingly fast for a balloon, blasting through the air with eldritch power, flying along the crumbling brass paths below, towards a crack in the wall Lethis has used before… towards Cecelyne, and the drilling Autochthon.
WC ST: The crack lies up ahead, but something is wrong. Cecelyne lies not on the other side, just more of Malfeas.
Jimborg: Thier transformation completed, Talon flies next to the two, his wings beating the dead air, smooth horns of obsidian curling out of the sides of his skull.
Lethis: “F’taghn!” Lethis swerves and turns to look for another path. Maybe one of the trap gates? Being lost in Cecelyne is better than being trapped in here…
Lethis: A glowing, foot-diameter eye emerges from her amorphous form, checking to see if anything is following.
WC ST: A few demons are indeed following in your wake – apparently as eager to escape as you are.
Loquacious: “… Glub.”
Jimborg: Talon signals to the leviathan to follow, hoping that Ineveitability of Law will treat it as a demon.
Castille: Castille follows on buzzing wings, liquid mutagens rolling off him as he keeps close on Lethis’ tail. The globs evaporate into smoke quickly as he flies, though any demon foolish enough to fly through them rapidly undergoes heinous lung hemorrhaging.
WC ST: The trap gates seem likewise afflicted, with no sign of Cecelyne on the other side. They just lead to more of Malfeas, as if they always had.
Jimborg: “Okay, this is getting slightly ridiculous.”
Lethis: “I cannot find a way to Cecelyne!” speaks a mouth that sprouts from just near Loq’s arm.
Jimborg: “Wait, I have an idea. What if one of us could do Holy Land infliction and then ‘get lost’. Shouldn’t we then end up in her main body?”
Cardew: “Maybe. It worth a shot.”
Lethis: “I can’t do that, but I could follow you.”
Castille: “I can do it.”
Lethis: “If Cecelyne is already dead, we may just have to wait for Autochthon to come back for his next meal.”
Castille: Castille dips under her and speeds ahead, dropping low toward the ground.
Jimborg: Talon shakes his head. “That’s just asking for trouble. We have to sieze the intiative or we’re doomed.”
Loquacious: “That’s what I’ve been SAYING, thank you.”
Cardew: “It’d probably be best if any users of Holy Land Infliction use it. Best to get the strongest connection we can.”
Castille: “Then get down here!” Castille lands, bringing his hands together as black lightning crackles between them, gathering essence.
Cardew: “Lethis, take me down there.”
Loquacious: Loq sighs softly.
Cardew: While Cardew waits to land, his body glows and pulses with silver light as his own essence draws to his hands.
Lethis: The tendrillous beast jets downwards, dodging the residue left behind Castille.
Cardew: “On the count of three, Castille.”
Jimborg: Talon fallows behind the two, scooting behind so as to avoid the immediate zones of impact.
Castille: [How close to Castille is Cardew?]
Cardew: [ probably withing arms reach. And yes. I know. ]
Castille: [Yeah he should not stay there.]
Cardew: [ then castille should probably tell him that XP ]
Castille: Castille recoils. “Get back, quick, now!” He starts backing off immediately.
Castille: Cardew can feel it by now; an insidious, burning, hideous pain, like scalding acid worming its way into his pores.
Cardew: Cardew rapidly retreats a good distance from Castille as his silver essence continues to glow and pulse in his hands, ready to burst forth.
Castille: Once Cardew is safely way, he nods, raising the essence over his head. “On three, then!”
Cardew: “One”
Cardew: “Two”
Cardew: “Three!”
WC ST: “Five,” a nearby demon helpfully adds, before getting torn to shreds by the stray Essence.
Cardew: [ Dafuq? ]
Loquacious: [XD]
Jimborg: [‘YOU FOOL! The Book of armorments clearly states that you don’t use five!"]
Castille: Castille slams both hands to the ground, pushing essence out into the ground and spreading the desert in all directions, as far as his strength can drive it. In this form, of course, his essence rips that poor demon to shreds, and he consumes its withering life force in passing, feeding it straight into the rapidly blighted ground.
WC ST: It should be a brassy desert in here, tinged the green of Malfeas. But no – yellow-white sands, as far as the eye can see.
Cardew: Cardew focuses his essence into his palms as he pushes his hands into the ground, letting the silver light rush forth out of him. A great area around him shines the same silver glow up through the ground as though the source of light comes from under the ground as it turns to a desolate wasteland of sand.
Jimborg: Talon turns around, looking at what was once Ceceylene. “Look to the sky! Does any one see it?”
WC ST: Cardew can feel it too: the land is exceptionally pliable, without the Yozi behind its form.
Lethis: Lethis slides back, unwilling to get too close to that horrific desolation in her liquid form, and least of all Castille. She looks around with her many eyes at the sky.
WC ST: Talon sees…the same sky as before. No sign of Cecelyne.
Cardew: “No…”
WC ST: Lethis gets the same view, as does anyone scanning the sky. This is just sandy, desolate ex-Malfeas.
Cardew: “We’re too late.”
Lethis: “Is there no escape— Wait! The temples! Maybe we can get out by the temples!”
Jimborg: [Wait, so we actually didn’t go to Cecylene?]
WC ST: [Correct.]
Cardew: [ She’s dead, Jim ]
WC ST: [All evidence suggests there is no more Cecelyne to go to.]
Loquacious: “There’s nowhere to run.”
Cardew: […no one is going to laugh at the Star Trek reference? ]
WC ST: [I snickered quietly. :P]
Cardew: “His job isn’t done. This just means we must wait for him to strike again.”
Jimborg: [I’m too busy trying to figure out which rug hasn’t been pulled out yet.]
WC ST: [This was the plot, as I told you up front: you’re trapped in Malfeas.]
Loquacious: [I think that’s all of them]
Cardew: [ Not gonna stop us from trying XP ]
WC ST: [True! :)]
Loquacious: [:3]
Lethis: “We’ll have to wait for him to return… or worse, face Ignis.”
Castille: “Or block him out.”
Loquacious: “Block them all out, even.”
Jimborg: Talong turns to Catille’s tranformed body. “Block him out? How?”
Castille: “Our best chance for survival may be to cut ourselves off from Creation entirely.”
Castille: “To… close off Kimbery. Destroy the bridge.”
Jimborg: “How? Malfeas was specifically made to be subservient to Creation.”
Lethis: “How do we close off Kimbery? Short of… Autochthon. And isn’t Sol already here?”
Loquacious: Loq simply waits, glowering.
Lethis: [Killing Kimbery is not a plan that should be discussed without Astraea present because she would go ballistic.]
Cardew: [ We may not have much of a choice to discuss it without her ]
Jimborg: Talon rubs his hands together, wings sweeping around him like a cape. “All right, so Cecylene’s gone, Autocthon has vanished without a trace, Kimberry has been blockaded…if anyone has any ideas, I’m listening.”
Jimborg: “I don’t suppose the Sun is suceptable to guilt as far as the Yozis are concered?”
Loquacious: “Unlikely.”
Lethis: “You really want to try and barter with the treacherous Sun?”
Cardew: “A thought occured to me.”
Lethis: “That happens to those of us with brains, sometimes, too.”
Cardew: “What is Autocthon going to do with all the energy he’s been taking from the Yozi?”
Jimborg: “Again, unless you just want to make sandcastles for the rest of eternity…” Talon said, scooping up a handfull of sand and letting it sift out of his hands.
Cardew: “There must be purpose behind it.”
Castille: “Malfeas is no longer present; we can shape the land all we want. If we can hold off Ignis long enough, we could seal it, or move the link from Kimbery to Elsewhere.”
Lethis: “Great! Hold off the Holy of Holies. We’ll be just FINE, then.”
Cardew: “A cease fire may be in order.”
Lethis: “What if he decides to side with Autochthon?”
Loquacious: “And how do you propose to manage that?”
Castille: “Set him against Autochthon. There’s no love lost between them.”
Cardew: “Why would Autochton go after the Yozi?”
Cardew: “All I can think of is that the Yozi are meant to power him for a purpose beyond our boarders.”
Cardew: “He is feeding on them to make a bigger stand in Creation.”
Castille: “Autochthon stole a large chunk of Creation’s population on his way out, and abandoned the gods even as he insulted their leadership.”
Castille: “The problem is convincing him that he shouldn’t waste the negligible time it would take to wipe us out.”
Cardew: “I can only think that he is using the Yozi’s distrust for each other as a weapon against them, and that is how he attacked without anyone noticing.”
Jimborg: [Clarification: are going with the Geas that was built into the gods, or did it die with Malfeas?]
WC ST: [You do not yet know if it died with Malfeas.]
Lethis: [It’s a Cecelyne charm, I think. But we’re not high enough Essence for that to stop the Sun.]
[I’m asking if the Sun can attack Kimberry without provocation.]
Lethis: “What if he’s just doing it for revenge? Or spite? We’ve seen Yozi do worse.”
Lethis: “Well, not worse, but with worse reasons…”
Jimborg: [Or if he’s just standing there having the most akward conversation ever.]
Cardew: “All I am saying is simply guess work. But I think he will use the Yozi’s power to attack creation.”
WC ST: [You haven’t actually seen him attack Kimberry yet.]
Jimborg: “Okay, options: we can try talking to the sun, talking the sun WHILE moving through Kimberry and/or shaping Malfeas to reallign it dimensionally. Thoughts?”
Lethis: “I’ll be shaping. I can’t carry us. And I’d think the Sun would notice, not to mention Kimbery is presumably alive.”
Loquacious: “So the same options we’ve ALREADY REJECTED.” Loq is unamused.
Cardew: “We rejected it when we though we had a better plan.”
Lethis: “Well, we can’t exactly reach the Traitor right now!”
Cardew: “Circumstances changed.”
Lethis: As Lethis becomes increasingly agitated, the waters of her body stir and froth, sprouting angry-looking tentacles and clawed arms.
Loquacious: Lethis isn’t the only becoming steadily more agitated! With a curse Loq activates Ascendant Objectivity Stance, sitting on a disk made of her own will rather than in the rough water.
Cardew: “Does anyone have a better plan?”
Loquacious: “I’m fucking working on it.”
Jimborg: Talon sits there, brooding. “I do not. If we intend to escape, our options are down to Kimberry and Autocthon and Autotwat has vanished.”
Castille: “… Make a trade with the Unconquered Sun?”
Cardew: “I doubt he will be gone for sure until all of the Yozi are gone.”
Castille: “We have a bargaining chip.”
Loquacious: “What was Lillun?”
Lethis: “You seriously want to give him Lillun?”
Castille: “… Of course not. I was referring to the knowledge of what is eating the Yozi, and what could presumably begin attacking Creation afterward.”
Lethis: “Then don’t be so ambiguous!” She writhes.
Castille: “If taken by surprise, Creation or even Yu-Shan could take incredible damage before they even knew the source.”
Jimborg: Talon nods. “That’s a point. If Autocthon is able to take all the Yozi, inside a week, without us noticing, that’s going to be a huge threat, even to someone like the Sun. He’ll be able to be it, of course, but not without staggering ammounts of colateral damage.”
Castille: “Correct. We just need to spin that argument so he’ll trade us life and freedom for it.”
Jimborg: “Also, there is no way we’re handing over Lilun. So long as we have it, the Infernal Exalted will live and the Yozi through them.”
Lethis: The thrashing slows and Lethis gradually becomes more pale and calm. “You… you don’t really think this will work, do you? I mean… He’s Sol Invictus. The enemy of all that is dark. We’re monsters to him.”
WC ST: [Actually, not all the Yozi are down, and from reports, it’s been at least 15 days of attacks so far – getting up toward 20.]
Loquacious: “What Lethis said.”
Cardew: “We’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.”
Castille: “We’ll tell him she died, if he asks. We won’t be lying.”
WC ST: [The only ones you’ve heard of being attacked so far are, in orderr: the Ebon Dragon, Adorjan, Malfeas, and Cecelyne.]
Lethis: “I don’t like this plan. I think it’s stupid and dangerous. But unless the Traitor shows himself, we have no options.”
Cardew: “If anyone has another plan, I am willing to listen, but if not, this seems to be the only action we can take.”
Lethis: “Cardew, knowing things is your JOB! Don’t you have any information? Can’t you get an update on where Autochthon was last?”
Jimborg: “I can check, but I’m not hopeful.” Talon said, using Pentinets Like Scattered Grain to see if his cultist see anything.
WC ST: Those cultists who attempted the crossing of Cecelyne aren’t there. A very few prayers echo across Kimberry from Creation, but nothing is in the desert.
Jimborg: “Figures.”
WC ST: The rest are scattered around the Demon City. Quite a few are watchinig the Unconquered Sun hover in/above Kimberry, turning back all who would cross – including one familiar giant boar.
Castille: “We could just… go to Qaf, I suppose. And hide there.”
Lethis: [Qaf: “But what is ‘hiding’?”]
Lethis: ["And perhaps you are merely hiding… from yourself.]
Cardew: “There is one thing.”
Jimborg: “Al pleaseant an obuilete as that would be, it is still a prison, though slightly colder.”
Castille: [“No, Qaf. We’re hiding from the Unconquered Sun. Pretty definitely.”]
Cardew: “The attacks are happening in a set pattern.”
Lethis: [And then they all fell off because they weren’t enlightened enough.]
Lethis: “He’s going after HER next! Oh no.”
Jimborg: “Who?”
Castille: “Kimbery, obviously. The only other path to Creation.”
Lethis: “She Who Lives In Her Name. What other ‘Her’ did you think I meant? I capitalized it.”
Castille: “… Oh. Was not what I was thinking. Since there’s no tactical advantage.”
Jimborg: “…shit, he’s right! We need to move!”
Cardew: “Castille is right.”
Loquacious: “Most people don’t hear capitals, Lethis. But let’s move.”
Lethis: “You SHOULD be able to hear them…”
Cardew: “We have to hurry. How long has it been since we last saw the drill?”
Loquacious: “I can because I’ve listened to you enough.”
WC ST: [Plot to Cardew for rolling well on Int+Investigation.]
Cardew: [ : D ]
Castille: [Woo!]
Lethis: “Less than a day since we saw him over Cecelyne.”
Jimborg: Talon begins flying in the direction of Her zone. “If we hurry, we can make it on board!” Talon said, urging the twisted menagerie on faster.
WC ST: A distant clock ticks – actually, it has been closer to two days.
Cardew: “He seems to be attack every 5 days.”
Loquacious: Loq zips after him with no apparent effort or interest.
Cardew: “We have 3 days left. And that Unconquered bastard doesn’t seem to believe what is going on.”
Lethis: “Of course not! Why would he care?” Lethis slithers after the Slayer.
Cardew: “I can almost taste the irony in his ignorance.”
Castille: “We still may have to haggle with the Unconquered Sun,” Castille thrums in the darkest recesses of their minds, speeding after them on buzzing, insectile wings of black bone and ultrahard gossamer.
Cardew: “He’s going to have a front row seat to where the next attack should be.”
WC ST: [Int+Occult, anyone but Cardew.]
Lethis: [23:29] <chessa> Lethis: 10d10: 10 4 10 4 5 8 3 6 1 7 (Successes: 6)]
Loquacious: [tluthal: 10d10: 9 6 1 1 3 7 7 1 4 3 (Successes: 3)]
Jimborg: [6d10: 8 9 1 5 1 2 (Successes: 2)]
Castille: [6 successes]
WC ST: [Castille and Lethis get it.]
Jimborg: [Stupid excllency, not able to do off the cuff things.]
Loquacious: [XD I could have, I just didn’t because I figured 10 would get it. WELP.]
Lethis: “If Sol’s dismissing news of the attacks, you really think he’s gonna listen to us?”
Cardew: “He’s going to have a front row seat to it. If he still denies it, he’ll deserve what he gets.”
Lethis: “Forget front row seat. He’s gonna be standing at Ground Zero.”
Castille: Castille hits the air brakes and a ghastly grin spreads across his blank face with horrible suddenness. “He’s not going to have to. I’m not warning him of anything.” His teeth are terrifying, black and purple and shining.
Castille: “The drill’s going to go right through his back.”
Cardew: “And what good will that do us?”
Lethis: “We can hope so! But what about Kimbery?”
Lethis: “We can’t warn her!”
Jimborg: “It may be spiteful, but I agree. We told him of the plight of Malfeas, and what was his reaction? To come down and pick us off. Fuck him.”
Cardew: “Not that I object to letting the bastard die, but where will that get us?”
Lethis: “A way to access Autochthon.”
Castille: “Enough time to move Malfeas Elsewhere.”
Cardew: “That’s good enough for me.”
Lethis: “I don’t think we can move all of Malfeas. I’m not even sure how to shift things metaphysically.”
Loquacious: “And what sort of daughter of Malfeas would I be if I couldn’t?”
Loquacious: “I was going to keep this secret… but I think at this point, all that’s going to do is slow us down further.” Loq stands.
Loquacious: "Listen, and listen well:
Jimborg: Talon looks at her, eyebrow raised.
Loquacious: “The Yozis did not concieve of us merely to wreck their revenge on creation, merely to ravage it so they might enter a larger prison.”
Loquacious: “They did not merely change our exaltations that they might devastate a world with its so-called saviors.”
Loquacious: “They do not think like we do. Nor do they… reproduce as we do.”
Loquacious: “Yet, each of us holds some essence of at least two of them. Each of us can access the charms of /six/.”
Loquacious: “What happens, then, when that power is combined? Does not Astraea create something /greater/ when she combines their power in her own self?”
Lethis: “What? What are you talking about, Loquacious?”
Cardew: “Are you saying…?”
Lethis: “Some kind of… fused Yozi power? Isn’t that heresy? I’m sure they did not try to create something greater than themselves.”
Loquacious: Loquacious SMILES. It is not a nice smile. “Not to create something greater than themselves, no…”
Loquacious: “Something to return them to their strength, something that would prevent their defeat by the same methods.”
Castille: Castille suddenly reverts, his robes billowing as the liquid around him is drawn in, and his skeleton resumes its original shape. His mask forms last, covering the brightly glowing last vestiges of his corrupt energy as it vanishes. “Hm. It… is true. My greatest powers are…” He coughs. “Not strictly sanctioned.”
Loquacious: “I have been trained for this since the moment I set foot in Malfeas. I am a heartbeat away from it.”
Lethis: Lethis seems unwilling to relinquish the safety of her liquid form.
Loquacious: “I can… merge with him.”
Castille: “… What?”
Jimborg: “What?”
Cardew: “Interesting.”
Loquacious: “Take on his power. We intended to marry my strength to Ligier’s… but that is no longer possible. But I think I can still manage it.”
Loquacious: “After all… what sort of princess doesn’t take her father’s throne, when he falls?” She tilts her head and smiles sweetly now.
Jimborg: “I’m curious. Is this a function of the Exaltation, Yozi power, or some combonation thereof?”
Loquacious: “The combination. The exaltation will… act as a sort of fuel, until I’m strong enough to stand entirely on my own.”
Loquacious: “And as Castille says… he’s not so far from a similar transformation, himself.”
Lethis: “Wait. So… what are you saying, Loq? That you’re going to become Malfeas?”
Loquacious: “Not Malfeas, no…”
Cardew: “I think she’s saying she’s going to be more then Malfeas…”
Lethis: Lethis shifts back into her human form and reaches into her hood for the Broken-Winged Crane.
Loquacious: “I will return to the Empyreal throne.”
Lethis: “That’s insane. How could that even… but it said something about…”
Jimborg: “Problem: What’s to stop Autocthon from attacking you?”
Loquacious: “‘Made into Malfeas.’”
Lethis: “Aaaargh! How am I supposed to understand you if you keep changing?” she yells at the book.
Cardew: “We know about Autochton now.”
Loquacious: “Oh, simple enough: I won’t have a world-body to attack, we think.”
Loquacious: “Which is part of why the merger was thought necessary. A primordial entity, contained within an almost-mortal body.”
Loquacious: “And as Cardew said, /we/ are prepared.”
Jimborg: “Speaking of world bodies, isn’t there a series of glass spheres that could use our assitance right about now?”
Loquacious: “Indeed.”
Castille: “No. As we established, he’s attacking Kimbery. And there’s not much we can do about it. We’re honestly safest here in Malfeas; with luck, Autochthon will kill the Sun, and if not, the Sun will be far too preoccupied to come here.”
Castille: “I… would rather like to hear more about what Loq has to say.”
Lethis: “I must go to Her. She will want to know about this, if She doesn’t already…”
Castille: Also it’s still super dark.
Loquacious: “She does. Is Her touch not upon me?”
Jimborg: Talon swings out his hands out in front of him. “Are you listening to yourselves?! You just said an attack on Kimberry dosen’t matter!”
Lethis: “I said no such thing!”
Loquacious: “It matters, Talon, but what can we do?”
Lethis: “We can’t go into Kimbery! Sol will stop us. We can still save Her, though!”
Cardew: “How do you suggest we stand in the way of Autochton while the bastard is there?”
Jimborg: “We were just talking about boarding Autocthon not long ago! He is surely more vulnerable from the inside!”
Lethis: “But he has not yet appeared. Until then, we have approximately two days, and we need to do what we can for the rest of the Yozi.”
Castille: Castille frowns. “True enough. We have some time, though, if our projections are correct.”
Cardew: “That is because we did not have this plan before.”
Cardew: “Things changed.”
Lethis: “Heresy aside.” She gives Loq an askance, hard-to-decypher look.
Loquacious: “Is it Heresy, if it is our ultimate purpose?”
Cardew: “We have about 3 days.”
Cardew: “Loq. You said Malfeas had this planned, correct?”
Castille: Castille mumbles, “Is it Heresy if god is dead?”
Lethis: “She still Lives!” Lethis snaps back, a little more defensively than intended.
Loquacious: “Correct. It is why I spent so long at Ligier’s knee.”
Lethis: “I… I just… need time to think about this. I need to talk to Her.”
Cardew: “Then how can we say it is Heresy if this was something the Yozi had in mind?”
Loquacious: “He expected to be alive, though.”
Cardew: “And that is most unfortunate, however it gives a us a plan that puts us in a much better position then we are currently in.”
Loquacious: “Indeed.”
Jimborg: Talon rubs his hands over his face, coming to terms with this news. “Okay, whatever the nature of apothesis, how fast can you do it?”
Loquacious: “I’ve been working on it for weeks. As I said, I’m a heartbeat from it, from the realization I need, but… I don’t know how long that heartbeat is.”
Loquacious: “I think Ligier was trying to help me when he… But I’m still reaching for it.”
Jimborg: Talon shakes a little, relieving the instant when the Green Sun fell dead on their doorstep. “Perhaps. We need to make a plan: who Autocthon is going to go after next, and how we can use your new power in that operation.”
Castille: “He’s striking Kimbery, in the next few days. And he’s striking Ignis in the process.” He crosses his arms. “Perhaps it would be best to warn them; together they might repel Autochthon.”
Lethis: “We know he’s going after Kimbery. And I want to warn She Who Lives In Her Name before he goes after Her, too. And ask her about… this.” She points towards Loq. “And this.” She holds up her book.
Loquacious: “It would be best not to warn Ignis of the existance of proto-primordials.”
Lethis: “I’m not talking to Sol.”
Loquacious: “That was directed to Castille.”
Cardew: Cardew chuckles a little at Loquacious’ comment.
Jimborg: “Agreed, I hardly suspect the sun would be in any danger regardless and even if he is, it’s hardly our problem.”
Lethis: “Maybe a Primordial can break through Sol’s vaunted invulnerability?”
Cardew: “One can only hope.”
Loquacious: “And will likely distract him if not.”
Castille: “Maybe we could use him to cap the drill.”
Castille: “He’s invulnerable, but I’m pretty sure it would keep the drill from going into anything else.”
Castille: [Just wanted you all to imagine Sol Invictus strapped to the bottom of a giant drill like “fuck, ow, fuck, fuck, no, ow, damnit stop”]
Loquacious: [XD hee hee heeeeeee]
Loquacious: Loquacious giggles at the mental image of that.
Cardew: [ I’d pay to watch that. ]
Lethis: “The idea has…merit.” Lethis bites her lip to avoid laughing.
Morally Ambiguous Science: [ You guys are brilliant]
Jimborg: [Reminds me of the one chick in the DC verse that can turn to diamond and be used as a club.]
WC ST: [Actually, it gets worse.]
WC ST: [Considering his form and the forces involved, and the resulting deformation.]
WC ST: [We’re almost at time anyway, and I’d rather this be kept out of the log that will be posted. Anyone mind if I end session for tonight?]
Loquacious: [go for it]
Jimborg: [Sure]
Lethis: [Aw. But I’m really excited about this!]
WC ST: SESSION END

Log 4

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