Player Plot: The Salvation of Geardagas, Part II

[faileas]

Event Log: February, The Salvation of Geardagas: Part II



CW: This plot has a general content warning for kidnapping, torture, experimentation, violence, drug use (incl. aphro), infection/disease and potential death. This is entirely opt-in.

Spirited Away, Part 2 i. Hypothesis One moment, you were free. The next, you wake up in a cold, dark room with eyes on you and the cloying smell of decay all around you. Characters who have been kidnapped are being kept in the lower floor of Alder's estate, which is a labyrinth of rooms and corridors. Without exception, the way out is always either locked or heavily guarded. All kidnapped characters have been infected with the Cwyld (sometimes by proximity to botanical materials, sometimes by being directly exposed to the violent Shades they already have imprisoned) and are being used to further the Evergreen Circle's research into the nature of the plague. The details of these tests is expanded on in the plotting post and, needless to say, their capturers have very little interest in their wellbeing. They're needlessly cruel, often pitting victims against each other and forcing them to infect newer arrivals as they turn up. Subjects are allowed a few hours of sleep at a time and a small meal- assuming that they're not being purposefully deprived of either- and are locked together in cramped cells. ii. Alternative Theory Some characters, however, escape this particular cruelty in favour of something else just as dehumanising. If a member of the inner circle has taken a liking to someone, they'll take them out of the pool of tests subjects and move them into their households. Servitude is ensured by a strong enchantment that scrambles memories and replaces them with the false knowledge that they've been working there all along. These brainwashed servants might also be forced to participate in the torture and testing of the others.

Initiation The night of the initiation party is here. If you've managed to ingratiate yourself with the cult- or at least a member of rank- you'll have already received an elegant envelope with an invitation and all the details. Or maybe you stole one or put together a convincing forgery. Alder's estate is handsome, with a small courtyard lit up with strings of lights and servants at the double doors to greet guests. Inside is just as grand. The hall and ballroom are impressive spaces with vaulted ceilings painted with elaborate star maps and broken up with marble columns that wouldn't look out of place in a palace. Drinks tables are lined up against the walls and there are several smaller drawing rooms off to the side, all of which are full of guests. Throughout the first hour or so, Alder himself flits from person to person, congratulating them and making smalltalk, but he seems different somehow. Excitable. Eager. Of course, there are other ways one might get in; while the front entrance is closely monitored, the side one leading through the kitchens isn’t. In the hustle and bustle, you might slip through unnoticed. i. Cavorting and Cruelty It isn't long before things take a turn. Alder takes to the head of the room and, with his signature voice amplifying enchantment, addresses his audience. He greets everyone and gives a fairly standard speech thanking guests and welcoming initiates to the Evergreen Circle proper- and then it happens. Servants begin to wheel in cages and tanks, all containing individuals infected with the Cwyld at various stages. Some look to have been drugged, others are wide awake, but the regulars seem delighted by their presence. They whisper and titter and applaud. Some of the more docile victims are even taken out to be showed off like animals at a fayre. "Tonight, let us enjoy the fruits of our labour! Witness the progress we've made and share our blessings among yourselves! Fear will only blind you to taking the next step. Indulge, open your minds and take the first step towards your salvation!" What he means by this quickly becomes apparent. While they're not discussing or mocking the imprisoned witches and monsters, the other guests are partaking of vice the party has to offer. The drinks flow freely and there's a manic energy in the air. Those with sharp senses might recognise that some of it has been artificially crafted by enchantments. Furthermore, if you're looking for missing loved ones, you'll no doubt spot them among the "test subjects" or servants. Good luck trying to snap the latter back to reality, though: their memories have been tightly sealed and it might take some work. One of the drawing rooms has been half curtained off and a woman at the door skittishly offers the curious an aphrodisiac-laden draught, though some might have accidentally had some already. Within, guests are draped over every surface in varying states of undress, though there are partitions up to allow for more privacy. What better way is there to spread the Cwyld and strengthen bonds than intimacy? ii. Midnight Show Things reach a fever pitch around midnight. Once more, Alder calls for everyone's attention. "There's one more thing. I know all of you are loyal, true believers- but everyone must be tested," he says, gesturing to several larger bodyguards, "and we have to protect ourselves. There are those who don't understand us and seek to undo our work. Therefore, we need to tie up loose ends." One by one, the least aggressive Cwyld-infected subjects are dragged from their cages and any remaining individuals are brought out, all restrained. One of the bodyguards is carrying a large ceremonial dagger, which he presses to the vampire at the front’s throat. "Rest assured, their deaths with not be in vain: we have learned much and they will make for the perfect offering to the beings who gave us the Cwyld's blessing!" The knife flashes, ready to cut already decaying flesh- - a blood-curdling scream echoes through the room and glass shatters as a Shade breaks free from its prison. It ploughs into the guests, howling with rage as it tears into anyone and everyone that stands in its way, and others soon follow. At some point during the chaos, Alder appears to realise that he’s been caught. He, along with his inner circle, set to work trying to cover up their actions, setting the basement floor alight and using magic to bring down supports to block doorways completely. If you want to gather evidence, it has to be now, else you can focus your efforts on a rescue mission or chasing the cult leader himself down.

[ ooc: More information about the event can be found on the plotting post along with comments for questions, and an IC vote concerning Alder's fate! ]

Comments

[hearthebell]

[The plea to a higher mind and a higher nature is a wholly earnest one, and to L's heightening dismay, it goes mostly unheard. Perhaps there's something deep inside the dragon that's still fighting the impulse to conquer and consume, but it's not manifesting, and the victorious strain is clear. It's stronger than L's current approach, and it'll sweep him up and snuff him out if he lets it.

His body is past the point of being able to convincingly maintain an illusion of compliance. Born into a world without the ability to practice magic, after thousands of years of evolution in that world, L's limbs know they're outmatched and threatened, pushed to their snapping point. In that world, he'd be done, and his body knows it. His last boon is the fact that he is a witch, in Aefenglom, and a practitioner of blood magic, besides. Soren doesn't know it yet, but by breaking L's skin and tasting the unique fingerprint of his power, he's augmenting L's hand with an even more devastating punch.

All for it, then. Before he can be crushed, devoured, and snuffed out, L raises his left arm, mashing Soren's face against his bloody neck as he digs his fingertips in at the monster's nape.

What follows is something Soren might find startling, unpleasant, and painful. It's a snap that lasts for a lightning strike's time, possibly less, and it contains a jolt that may be enough to make him angry, make him come, make him lose consciousness. Having never been in a situation like this one before, L's ability to measure such things precisely might not be calibrated flawlessly, but at this juncture, he'd much rather overdo it.]

[silentsavant]

[L's attack sears through him with such blinding force that Soren could swear that every particle of his being had been obliterated, that he had evaporated into the buzzing air and from here on the last note that would resound for him into death would be that twinge of pure, undistilled agony. He can't even be sure if he screamed. After the shock delivers him into this dispatched state it's as though every intent, every thought, all desires he had prior also flatlines. His teeth become harmless, the pressure exerted upon his soon-to-be prey neutered momentarily. He trembles, he jerks, he moans, he slumps. The dragon is far too stunned to be of harm to the witch any longer. Why, he can't even find it in him to speak beyond utterances of pain, much less find anything to say.]

/wrap!

[hearthebell]

[Shaking from the rush of adrenaline, L extracts himself post-surge from a heavy and oppressive embrace, stepping away from the dragon's slumped-over form. He's bleeding, but not badly enough to consider it an emergency, and he's safe for the moment... or so he believes. In actuality, he's been infected with the Cwyld quite fully, and won't realize it for a few more hours.

In the meantime, his mission is to escape. After a cursory glance confirms that Soren is alive, he makes a hasty exit, trusting that he'll be far away by the time he comes to.]