IC CHAT: The Lost House
[A terrible doom is coming.]
The stillborn goddess had no voice to speak, no eyes to see. Still, the back of her worthless neck prickled. Stars that were not stars turned baleful eyes toward the drifting husk of the God, and the House furtively hidden within. The Forbidden Rune of Secrets had been bypassed from within. The Grand Array, millennia in disuse, responded instantly. The [Callisti] knew this, because there was no such as "a Callisti". There were only [the Callisti], the great distributed mind that could never know deceit.
The fire roared, and spat out an [Unblooded Shage]. She was tall, lithe, lined with hard muscle, her hair a great and wild mane of jet black twist and curls. Other species discriminated between peace and war, combat and safety. Not the Shage. Her nascent [Thought Acceleration] talent left her adrenaline always pumping. She lived in one crystal clear moment, the moment her fist crushed bone. There was only war, the lull between more breath than the pause between one breath and the next. She was dressed in burnt rags, but her hair was untouched by flame or ash - the strands, in truth, were the same iron-black metal as her hair and teeth.
Welcome, Unblooded Shage, to the Lost House.
The [Earthborn]'s [Appraisal LVL 1] skill progressed to [Appraisal LVL 2] as he studied the armor. It was made from Mythrolasium, an alloy of Mythril and Solarium, the base metal that could transformed by ritual sacrifice of no fewer than 10,000 souls (In Greek, the amount termed a Myriad) into the seething warmachine once called Living Armor. The Shadow Magic runes inscribed into it guarded against psychic erosion and replicated some of the Nuldraken, the Void-Dragons, to permit the bearer limited flight in zero gravity and camoflauge their life signature. It was an XO, however primitive compared to the true god-slaying [Psychoshells] and [Arch-Golems] employed by the Godhunters he had studied in the lore. With some work, he could get them operational in a matter of minutes.
The [Lunarian] progressed similarly as he studied his cloak, which spat out an actual item description:
Starsewn Raiment [Ribbon-Type Armament]
Soulbound, Heroic
Bridal shawl of one betrothed to the Empty Throne. One of the Heroic Relics granted to summoned heroes.
Transmutes the bearer into luminiferous aether when worn. Forbids the use of any other weapon type.
I am, I am, the God who Warred;
with shattered shield and broken sword.
I am, I am, the unfaltering Sun;
she whom stood 'gainst Void and won.
Both the [Lunarian] and the [Old Bones] examined the covered wincdow in the corridor. Once opened, the entire corridor was bathed in the cold green light of the moon that hung like a great crystal within the Void without. The Last House slowly revolved around the verdant moon, which for the moment eclipsed any view of the planet behind it. The moon itself clearly supported life, lush with green-brown rolling plains or forests divided by snake-like mountain ranges. Compared to earth, only 30% of the visible landmass was covered by water in the form of red seas.
Meanwhile, the [Demilupine] groggily departed from his dormitory, a cleverly hidden door hissing aside to permit him access to the same Moonview Corridor as the Lunarianand Old Bones. The green light was kind on his eyes. His Talent did identify two beings as likely to be friendly - the wild-haired Unblooded Shage that had just been unceremoniously spat form the roaring hearth, and the petite silvery orb resting on the table that apparently a sentient being called a [Callisti]. There was also, of all things, a small monkey-dragon-esque [Lesser Nuldrak] dazed before the fire?
The [Old Bones] and [Lunarian] presented no threat. In fact, nobody seemed like an enemy within his perception.
[The Cycle continues unbroken . . . ]
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