Re: IC CHAT: The Lost House
After some brief introductions and clarifications (namely, as the Earthborn knew, dragonsblood was an incense that he likely smelled of, not . . . a physical characterstic of his.) and brief reconnaissance of the cellar, most of the errant misfits born of the Lost House loosely gathered together at the foot of the attic steps as several who sought the cat or the Earthborn encountered them coming up the same narrow stair.
The Lesser Nuldrak boldly took roost on the Old Bones' skull, preening.
The bronze weapons were lousy with chlorides, the cause of bronze disease - useless. This meant they had been recovered from . . soil?
The Callisti, the Earthborn, and the Demilupine sought more information about the house by various means. The Callisti discovered that the kill team that was coming would be likely to arrive in seven minutes - after some deliberation, the Array had judged only a single operative necessary for the extermination.
Physically, The house seemed . . . small. The main room with the hearth, the basement armory, the attic, the dormitory . . . it was like four or five pieces of a strange jigsaw puzzle, equal thirds house, castle, and ship. Yet there was one terrifying discovery:
The House was buried in a the torso of a massive armored corpse, the source of the same tarnished Living Metal that had been fashioned into the suits in the basement, by someone skilled, but desperate, and no longer here. That explained the chlorides.
The Demilupine discovered there was something funny about the corridor; when we walked in, there was no door to the dormitory he had left. When he walk back down the corridor, the door was apparent. Some trick of design. On a hunch, he looked for another hidden door walk toward the window, in from the hearth. He nearly lost his balance falling through and invisible wall. Here, there was a kitchen, and a dry-rotted corpse that had died of starvation. There was no FOOD in the kitchen. It was the work of a moment to explore this wing of the house; up another staircase there was an attic library, and down the same stairs was a cellar. Here there was a pool of fresh water, with ceramic jugs for carrying the water upstairs, but again no food.
The Demilupine felt there was some secret here, but he did not discover it in the spare minute of searching.
Meanwhile, the Earthborn, the Minor Grimalkin headed up the stairs.
The invisible Lunarian was already at the top of it, a light that only his guiding his way.
The attic was a sacred space, decorated richly with tapestries depicting large figures consuming smallers ones, only to be consumed in turn; and otherwise, great beasts of many hands and many eyes and other distorted physiques doing battle with the same large figures. Lastly, there were arabesque tapestries, patterns only with no figures. It was by these last tapestries that he found a discarded maiden puppet, reclining on a couch. A single candle burned by the side the doll. The candle was banded with many colors, tracking the time. 7 bands remained.
The shadow of the doll cast on the wall was clearly something else entirely, and by his light he saw the full figure in its secret colors, deep green and gold with deep brown skin. By his light, he saw the hidden moon-runes inscribed in the doll, simple runes of naming:
"Here lieth Eri, Goddess of Echoes, of the Last House of the Lost, Once-Mortal, Heir of Erial, God of Song, of the Keeper's Blood."
Ah. Not a doll; an effigy, to remember a daughter too weak to survive her inheritance.
The others did not see the runes nor the true colors of the shade, but they saw the rest.
Unblooded Shage, Callisti, and Liese Schwertgeist remained in the parlor.
[The Cycle continues unbroken . . . ]
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