descent

[cancrymods]

growing heavy for the vintage

Like flakes of snow, the days spent in the Sloth Layer slowly but surely begin piling up. Life here is quiet and easy, even with the anxiety that comes with needing to move onto the next layer. But as the days drag out, so do the mysteries at play here – with the gradual uncovering of the odd doppelgangers and the seeming lack of any way to proceed to the next layer, it leaves the Executors at a loss for what to do. Until one day, everything changes. It comes entirely without warning – the ground lurches under everyone's feet in a sickeningly familiar way as a brief but violent earthquake rattles through the town. Then all of you feel it; a snapping sensation deep from the very foundations of Purgatory followed by the most cataclysmic impact any of you have experienced in your lives – or unlives. Snow explodes up from the ground, houses creak and lurch and the whole layer seems as though it might shatter apart under your feet. It seems like it's going to last forever. Then, finally, it stops. The silence that follows is even more pronounced in comparison to the hell-rattling noise from before, but as some semblance of calm starts to return, you realize several things. First is how eerily quiet the town is. Surely after all that, you'd hear a Specter or two... but there's nothing. Secondly – a splash of something wet strikes your cheek. Then again. Until it becomes clear that the weather has taken a sudden drastic turn and in place of the gentle snowfall from before, the heavens have opened with a torrential rainfall. Why? Possibly because of the steadily growing heat you suddenly feel burning up through the foundation of the layer and radiating out through the town. Will you investigate?

Comments

[syrinfacet]

[ You know what's worse than one dragon wracked with wrath? Two of them.

The roar of victory she lets out at swiping Samael's face, amethyst claws soaked with pneuma, is short lived as Samael lunges back. Galea isn't fast enough to avoid the blow - only fast enough to angle her head as Samael comes at her, hoping one of her crystalline horns catches the other dragon in the face or eye as they lunge at her.

Samael's teeth crunch into Galea - it doesn't sound like teeth rending flesh but rather teeth cracking open rock or biting into a mountain. Pneuma gushes out of the bite, crackling with electricity, as Galea roars in pain, stained glass wings twitching with agony. And yet... ]

Don't...don't worry about me! I've got her here where I want her! Take her down!

[ And claws rake at Samael again, anywhere Galea can reach. Fuck you, if she's going down, she's taking you with her. ]

[mementomoritz]

[There's a tendril abruptly thwapping onto Galea and attempting to channel healing into her. Not on Medic's watch, you don't! No dying again, you've had a death already!]