There Is No Escape From Death

by **Nivel** on March 17th, 2016, 3:05 am

“I know not Sayana.” Venom stammered when Sayana asked him for guidance. “I’m so worried to touch her.” The young Zith felt useless and weak for not being able to help his sister after she had been the few willing to stand up for him growing up. He fidgeted relentlessly as he tried to think of anything that could be useful in this situation but nothing came to mind.

“Careful..” he whimpered as Sayana took the initiative and lifted her sister to cary her through the dark tunnel. He rushed to aid Sayana but realized that he couldn’t really help and instead stayed close to look for any sign of life from his sister.

“I’ll try to think of something.” He didn’t sound to sure of himself as he carefully walked behind Sayana. Though deep down he felt a growing confidence after the Eypharian in disguise payed him a complement. While he listened and looked for upcoming dangers he tried to think of some kind of plan to help them. He stopped dead in his tracks after he noticed a familiar smell. He followed the scent only a short distance from the others unil he stepped right into something slimy.

“Come here, I’ve found something useful.” He whispered as he knelt down to examine it further. It was almost pitch black in the dark cave they had found themselves in but he could plainly see the purple jelly that he recognized as hopes demise. It seemed to have already been aged some how from the slime it naturally derives from. He didn’t bother questioning it, considering where he was and how foolish it would be to ignore such an invaluable asset in their current situation.
“Hopes demise…undead like it not.” He stated plainly as he scooped some up in his furry hands and began to slather it all over his body. It tingled and stung slightly as it absorbed into his flesh but a pleasant smell reminiscent of grapes was soon the only sign that the slime was still active.
“We’ll feel very sick once it ends but for now the dead stay away..”
He walked over with a mound of slime in each hand, offering one to Sayana and helping her cover his sister.
“Don’t eat..just cover flesh.”

After thoroughly covering themselves in a protective layer of the poison they continued down the dark thinning tunnel of rock. The passage seemed uneventful until something in the distance began to shine ever so slightly. The light increased as the group approached revealing it to be a long pillar of luminescent fluid that flowed upward into the stalagmite covered ceiling. The closer the party got the more streams of water shone their light. The once dark passage was suddenly illuminated with many steams of pearlescent fluid. It was a beautiful display but prolonged exposure with the steams proved it to be corrosive to the flesh. The group would have to carefully weave through the tight steams to keep from being covered in searing welts or worse. The pillars of water seemed to go on for ever but as soon as they were no more a dense crowed of undead lay in wait. They collectively turned their vacant gazes on the group and growled deeply.

Credit for Boxcode goes to Estrellir Konrath

by **Sayana** on March 20th, 2016, 6:51 pm

The underground caverns were dark, terribly so. Poison seemed to move through them with ease but Sayana suspected that the zith had much better night time vision than her. She moved slowly, careful to mind her step especially while holding Venom close to her body. A low hand trailed along the wall of the underground passage and she kept her daggers ready in her highs in case of danger. At first, they seemed to make reasonable progress but as the chimes passed, she began to feel her mid arms aching with the strain of carrying the female zith. A couple times she shifted position to better carry the zith but sooner or later it would begin to take its toll on her muscles.

When Poison stopped suddenly, Sayana nearly bumped into him before seeing his faint outline in the darkness. “What is it?” She whispered as her hands gripped her daggers a little tighter. Soon he was off following something and she was half tempted to roll her eyes at the curious antics that were so prevalent amongst zith. Yet when he identified what he had found and began describing its effects and application, a wide smile formed upon her lips.

“You mean, you just found something that keeps the undead away?” She spoke excitedly as she carefully set down Venom’s body to rest her arms. “Poison! You’re a genius!” It was difficult to see in the dank light, but she could tell the zith was handing her a glob of something. She took it carefully in her mid hands and began dabbing bits of it on her skin here and there. “How much do I need for it to work? We should try to bring some back. This might be exactly what we were looking for, the source of the undead’s weakness. If we can find more, it might sway our chances in the battle above.”

She spoke quietly but excitedly as she dug into her vest and produced the small jar of krolar paste she had used to tend Venom’s wounds. She wasn’t sure if it was best to mix the two, but she hadn’t brought any empty jars, and instead tried to squeeze half of the glob of ooze into the small jar with the paste. The remaining portion of the Hope’s Demise, she made sure to spread over her body and felt the slight tingling of the effects.

“Hope’s Demise…” she murmured softly to herself. “It has a funny tingle and sort of smells like wine, or grapes. And found underground like a slimy jelly…” She still couldn’t believe their luck to have found such a thing and wondered if there was more to be harvested for the rest of the colony when they got back. If they got back. There was a slightly ominous undertone to her thoughts but she tried to shake them away. They were still alive and they now had something that would serve as some protection against the foul creatures.

Once they had gathered what they could of the curious ooze, Sayana took Venom up again in her arms and they continued onwards through the dark caverns. Occasionally there was the drip drip of distant water and their footsteps echoed in the narrow passageway. Sayana tended to stick behind Poison since he probably had better vision than she in the darkness but after a while she spotted a faint light at the end of the tunnel. Or at least she hoped it was the end.

As they neared it, the light grew and cast eerie shadows across the cave walls. But it was beautiful, pure, and filled with hope. Even though she had sometimes belittled Nephti’s mark from the goddess of light, the luminous pillar of fluid seemed to have a sense of awe to it within the darkened corridor. And just like in Alvadas spirit, the fluid broke the laws of common sense and chose to flow upwards instead of down.

Perhaps the zith curiosity was starting to get to her too, for she reached out to the brilliant fluid with one of her hands. It was cooler than she had expected and had a thickness to it. However, her hand began to tingle somewhat like how it did with the Hope’s Demise, but then it began to burn.

“Poison! Be careful! Don’t touch the glowing fluid.” Sayana cried out as she shook her high right hand and rubbed it dry using her robe. She looked at her hand that had large red marks on it and it itched and burned. Suddenly she noticed that Venom’s wing tip was in contact with the glowing fluid and she snatched it out of the way with a free hand. What had looked so innocent and pure was much more dangerous than she had thought. Even the wing seemed to be growing small blisters on it from the short exposure.

With so many streams of the fluid, it became quite the challenge to avoid them. Sayana hugged Venom close to make sure no further injury would come to the zith. She gritted her teeth at the persistent stinging of her high right. Rhinedale, didn’t rhinedale ash help with burns? Petch. She didn’t have any more of that on hand. Instead she half-heartedly dug out some Tolm and chewed at its dried state. It was better in a tea but she didn’t have the luxury of that amenity at the moment. It tasted terrible though.

There were a few particularly narrow points where she had to walk sideways to keep Venom safe from the corrosive streams of fluid, but at least the cavern was now well lit so they could see. “Poison, I think we’re almost through…” Sayana said as the glowing water began to diminish. However, at that moment she heard low growl. The dim light from behind shone over a large group of undead.

Petch. But even as her brain ran through a list of possibilities. She focused on two main points. They had this ooze that repelled undead. And there were a series of dangerous burning water streams behind them.

“Poison! Fall back. Lead them through the maze of glowing water!” She shouted. The next tick she was running back the way they had come, almost certain that the undead would be after them, poison or no. She began winding through the pillars of water hoping to lure the undead into the corrosive substance. If they didn’t immediately charge, she would look around for some sort of rock or other object to throw and bait the undead. It was too hard to tell how many of them she would need to get past, and at least this way she could stall and hopefully diminish their numbers by using the searing water to her advantage.

Sayana speaking Zithanese

by **Nivel** on March 25th, 2016, 2:17 am

“Thank you” Poison replied meekly to Sayana’s praise. “but I only stubbled upon it..nothing more.”
It felt uncomfortable for the meek Zith to receive any measure of praise and he convinced himself that he had little to do with the success. He did his best to pretend like it wasn’t a big deal as he applied the slime onto his sister.

“Are you sure about that” Poison mumbled as he noticed Sayana stuffing some of the slime into her jar. He didn’t know enough about the substances to know if it would lessen the potency or create undesirable affects. He wanted her to be careful with it, even if he was sure it would be fine. Poison did know quite a bit about natural toxins but he still had a lot to learn, so he couldn’t be sure about everything.

Poison had a small clay jar that he filled with a sample of his own. It wasn’t nearly as big as Sayana’s but if contamination was possible it would be nice to have a pure sample of the invaluable slime.

“Understood!” Poison replied gruffly at Sayana’s warning, He suspected the fluid was dangerous but hadn’t spoken soon enough. He’d lived in Alvadas long enough to know that even beautiful things can be deadly. The Zith could only hope the blisters wouldn’t turn sever or he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

He weaved through the pillars of glowing water slowly and carefully, making sure to be mindful of his wings. Though he two was burned in a few places as his focus was mainly on his sister and her caretaker’s well being and not on his own. The burns were mainly on his left wing and his right elbow, the elbow had an especially prominent blister with a bright red ring around the milky centre.

Despite poison’s desire to be back a dark cave he didn’t hesitate to follow Sayana’s orders. A small group of the undead that heard and saw the trio charged after in ravenous pursuit. They didn’t have the insight to avoid the burning waters and there flesh burned and melted off their bodies. It didn’t slow them down as much as it would had they been alive, but the more contact they had with the water the less vigor they possessed. One undead had enough drive to burst through the pillars right in front of Sayana. It’s innards and bubbling flesh barely clung to it’s steaming bones as it readied an attack on it’s prey.

Only it stopped short and lost all interest in it’s target, reverting back to it’s mindless meandering. Any other undead that Sayana or Poison encountered would act in a similar fashion, going as far as to burn themselves just to avoid contact. Sayana and her small party could walk through a parting sea of undead towards what they hoped was salvation. As they continued the cave grew in size but so did the number of undead filling them. If they had a keen enough eye they would notice the cave walls becoming more and more bizarre as they continued. They seemed to almost move and shift on their own, as if a million ghostly hands were kneading and sculpting every inch.

A distant cry came from above, that chilled the soul. If Sayana were to look up she would see a pitch black tunnel sitting just above the group. The ominous cry grew louder and before ether of them could react they were falling upwards towards it. The concept of gravity had shifted or maybe it had finally caught up with them, ether way they were heading towards what would certainly be their deaths. As Sayana fell the tunnel illuminated in a sea of brighter and brighter colours and vibrant imagery. Ghostly tree branches, facial projections, erie patterns and structures filled their nearly endless decent.

When Sayana opened her eyes, not only would she find that her small group was alive and well but that they were no longer injured. Even Venom was conscious and awake. Though it was clear by their surroundings that they weren't’ safe. Nothing with in eye shot looked real, there was ten foot mushrooms made entirely of intestines, miniature houses made out of teeth and flowers made of eyeballs and bloody nails. Everything else was comprised or unnatural spirals, patterns and colours. If they dared to explore they would find several barely recognizable corpses, among them was Rend and Miss Vile. Rend seemed to have been impaired by a tree made of crystal while Miss Vile had been ripped apart and rearranged into some kind of twisted sculpture. Near them Malice was hunched over with his head buried in his hands.

by **Sayana** on March 27th, 2016, 4:52 pm

As the undead charged after them, Sayana was careful to weave in and out of the glowing pillars of water. They didn’t seem as affected by the substance, at least in terms of their pain tolerance, but their flesh seemed to gruesomely peel off and dissolve with more exposure to the liquid.

Suddenly, one of the undead was right in front of her, its flesh melting and dripping but completely poised for attack. She raised her daggers in defense and then… it turned away. The sharp contrast was startling, and Sayana stared at it for several moments in disbelief. So apparently the poison was strong. Very strong.

With this clear evidence of the power of Hope’s Demise, Sayana signaled to Poison that they should press forwards. They encountered more and more undead in the great cavern, but each seemed equally repulsed to get too near. It was almost as eerie as the undead themselves, this unseen force that pushed them away. As there were more and more, Sayana couldn’t help but wonder how they would have made it through without the poison. Maybe they wouldn’t have. She gave a brief shudder and clutched Venom more closely to her. Was this Ionu looking out for them? It was hard to say but she briefly wondered if the deity was looking over the destruction of the city.

The walk in the darkness carried on. Her arms began to truly ache with Venom’s weight, yet this was no place to stop. Other injuries were starting to become more irritating and noticeable too, in particular the cut on her right shin. With each step her leg complained, but they needed to get out. There was a dark ominous void near the roof of the cavern. For a moment she was cautious of never ending blackness that it was, but there seemed no other way out but forwards. Yet as soon as they got fully beneath it, strange things began to happen.

Sayana first noticed the weight of Venom lessen, then disappear entirely. By then her own feet had left the ground and they were surging upwards as if being caught in an immense updraft of wind.

“Poison! Keep your sister close and don’t let the wind catch your wings!” Sayana shouted to the zith.

Even though they were merely ‘falling’ the air about them had such a tremendous effect that she didn’t want the zith to get his wings shattered. But what did she know about flying. All she could feel was the lurching of her stomach as the colours swirled around them and ominous shapes riffled past like stepping into a dream, or memory, or…

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As her eyes opened, she found herself on solid ground once more. And her cheek literally against the ground until she pushed herself into a sitting position. She felt tired, exhausted even, but for some reason her leg no longer was stinging. She looked at her hand that had been burned by the glowing liquid and it seemed unscathed. She went through a mental checklist of injuries but they oddly felt fine.

However, they had stepped from one dream into another. Or a nightmare really. Gruesome body parts decorated the vegetation and there was blood, gore, and organs strewn about the scene. She caught sight of Venom awake and breathing, with Poison at her side. Sayana was about to go to the pair when instead she saw Malice.

Rushing over to him Sayana spoke quickly, “Malice are you alright? Where is everyone else?” Then a leering eyeball caught her gaze. It was several inches outside of the eye socket of a warm yet determined female face. The head in question was sculpted in a gory manner with wings framing the display. The face of Miss Vile.

Sayana took several steps back, her illusioned wings flapping agitatedly. Once more she surveyed the scene and wondered whose body parts belonged to whom, or whether it was just another cursed illusion.

Slowly she turned back to Malice’s hunched form. “We have a weapon, a defense, a poison against the undead. But it must be used sparingly. I don’t know how long it lasts, but it repels the undead.”

Sayana speaking Zithanese

by **Nivel** on March 30th, 2016, 7:57 pm

“Sayana?” Malice mumbled in disbelief. He lifted his head from his dark palms to reveal his tortured expression. The light fur around his blood shot eyes had become a touch matted from his salty tears making it abundantly clear he’d been crying for a while.
“I tried to look for you…but..” Every word the Zith spoke seemed to carry a great deal of weight which he had to strain to get out. “I couldn’t find you…I thought you died like the others.
Malice almost didn’t notice her mention hopes demise, he was to stunned by sayana’s presence that he wasn’t all there.
“A weapon…That repels the undead?” Malice sounded confused by what his comrade was saying to the point of suspicion. He looked away from Sayana, then looked back with suspicion. The Zith knew he wasn’t in his right mind and was starting to question if his lost comrade was truly standing before him. If Sayana were to show him the jar of purple slime he would outright refuse to take it and even lash out at her if she pushed the matter. Poison and Venom would have to step in to calm the situation. After some careful explanation on the legitimacy of the poison, he would take a bit of the concoction if offered but would continue to feel weary.

“Lets just get out of here.” Venom grumbled as she pushed forward past the mangled sculptures of her fallen comrades. If the group followed her they would find a river of blood blocking their way, just past it they would see something truly bizarre. Another group that mirrored them, they would look identically except there would be a four armed women in Sayana’s place but no one commented on that fact. They would quickly notice that they were one in the same, and that their vision went both ways. Sayana had independent control of her clone as if it was a natural extension of her body. If any of them were to enter the water it would leave small cuts and teeth marks along the area that contacted it and both vessels would feel the pain. It seemed to surround the entire area they were in, so they would be forced to find away across.

No matter what actions they took, they would eventually run into a humanoid standing in the river. It looked to be in the shape of a female but was other wise completely alien. Her sunrise coloured hair would shape and contort into monstrosities with a life of their own, Her face seemed to project it’s self into multiple areas around her body and no part of her body seemed to be in the same place at the same time.
“Kill me..” It would faintly command from all of it’s mouths. “You need to stop me..I can’t go on like this” The women wouldn’t give any answers she would only repeat her desperate plea over and over again if interrogated.

If any of them were to attack, random occurrences would happen out of no where but the women wouldn’t move a muscle. Daggers would fly from the sky, snakes made of fire would erupt from the left and bloody hands would claw at people from the lake of blood. Although Sayana would have double the numbers to deal with the threat, she would have to employ caution if she wanted everyone to come out alive.
[ooc=I hope I didn't go to weird with this >__>. Anyway it's almost over, and feel free to make dialogue for the Npc's that aren't the main creature (she's mine)

by **Sayana** on April 9th, 2016, 3:44 pm

“I fell, and then got out.” Sayana explained briefly. There was no point in elaborating as it was more pressing to deal with the current situation. “And yes, a weapon that repels the undead.” She dug into her vest to find the small jar. As she opened it, she revealed the purple poison taking up half the space, while the krolar paste occupied the rest.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Sayana spoke with fire in her voice. “It works. Me and Poison, we walked past a hundred or so undead. And we came out unscathed. All you need is a little on your skin and…”

“I said no!” Malice shouted back with a rough push of her shoulders. Poison and Venom immediately perked up and were about to intervene when Sayana took several more steps back and closed the lid of the jar. She was rather tempted to reach for her hypnotism, dominate his mind, make him see the benefit of it, but then she reconsidered her tactic. Instead, it was like a warm soft glow pushed up against his aura. She concentrated on fueling her djed with courage, hope, determination. She let it grow and build, seeming to engulf her and make her skin tingle with the effects. It could not be seen, but it could certainly be felt as she focused on his eyes and channeled the magic to seep into his soul and encompass him.

“If you don’t want the poison, I’ll keep it for when we return to the others. Because we will be returning. We will make it out of this alive.” She spoke with determination.

At the release of her djed, she momentarily staggered under the sudden exhaustion. Yet there was a light in her heart as if she too was affected by the magic. Ironically, she wondered if she was becoming too much like Nephti and the way the young girl wielded her mark of Priskil.

When Venom suggested to go, there was no refusal and collectively they began to scout out the new foreign landscape. There were more gory objects and scenery. Shrubs that were mangled bits of flesh, rocks that were decapitated heads, eerie looking grass that could have been hair or fur… Sayana tried to look past it for a way out, or a way back. Whatever geography meant in the city of illusions. More notably, there was a thick band of red running over the landscape and as they drew near, it appeared to be a river of blood. Along the banks there were a couple of ‘willow trees’ with intestines hanging from them as they leaned over the bloody banks.

But beyond the river was the stranger phenomenon. Sayana didn’t notice them at first, but as they continued along the blood river, she caught sight of movement from across the river. There were three dark shadows on the other side. Wait, no. Four. But the fourth was… She stopped dead in her tracks and Poison nearly collided with her. She watched as across the river one of the dark creatures bumped into the woman. The four armed woman with red hair.

“That’s not me.” Sayana spoke with a condescending tone. But at the same time her clone spoke common, and with identical words. She was startled, but at the same time angered by the lowly mimic with only four arms. It was taunting, teasing her. She made a half attempted rude gesture with her hands and the mirror made the same. And then something stranger happened. Her vision blurred and her sense of hearing expanded. Suddenly she was looking across the river but at a group of four zith. And one of those zith, a female with striking red hair. But… she was looking from the other side of the river. No, this can’t be happening. She couldn’t be going insane. Not now. Sayana covered her eyes with a hand, temporarily relieving herself of the vision. But when she tentatively looked again it was a strange feeling of being able to see from two pairs of eyes at once.

Everything seemed hazy with the mass of information overloading her brain. Or brains? The four armed woman seemed to back away from the river of her own accord while Sayana stared in confusion across the river. The others didn’t seem to be quite as affected, since their clones moved identically to how they moved on this side of the blood river. But for Sayana it was like exercising a new muscle as her clone deviated from her own movements.

A splitting headache erupted suddenly and the illusioned zith let out a scream. Echoing across the river was an identical scream and it sent chills down her back before she could regain control of herself. “We need to leave. We need to get out. We need to get back.” Sayana spoke with escalating panic in her voice. Everything was wrong here. Faintly she could hear the dying sounds of her common spoken across the river.

The river seemed to be blocking their way. She took at tentative step into the blood water. Nothing happened. Then her boot made a second larger splash. Where a few drops hit her shins, it was like razor sharp teeth cutting into her. She backed away immediately and used her robe to wipe her shins clean.

“Malice, you should go. Take the others, find a way out. Your colony needs you. And I can’t fly across.”

“My colony is in ruins. I can’t lose you too.” The zith leader replied stubbornly.

Was that why they had been walking this whole time instead of flying away? Sayana felt her stomach churn uncomfortably at the thought. However, just when she was about to give a retort for his foolishness, another voice from the river spoke.

The sounds seemed as if they came in two different directions, and then Sayana realized that she was still mildly in control of her clone across the river. Kill me… The woman wanted to be killed? Was this monstrosity the source of it all? Instinctively, hardly thinking about the consequences, Sayana made her first attack. With her right mid she drew a throwing dagger, gave it a quick flip in the air as she judged the speed of its spin, then took aim for the mutilated woman in the blood river. Did a creature like this have a heart? Not in the figurative sense, but hopefully in the literal sense as Sayana let the dagger fly headed straight for the being’s chest.

Suddenly from behind her, there was a hiss of flame and Sayana felt a burning sensation coiled around her leg. She leapt to the side and tried to shake the flaming snake off only adding to the burns. Her first thought was to plunge it into the river, but fortunately her second thought came moments after. She swiftly removed her black robe and tried to cover her leg to suffocate the flames. She brutally beat at it while gritting her teeth against the burning.

Just as she thought she was finished she felt a searing pain in her high arm. But when she looked, there was nothing there. Then she realized the pain was coming from her double across the river and as she focused on the clone, she made the four armed woman rip out the dagger that had embedded itself into her arm.

“I can help you,” Sayana called out to the monster. She spoke zithanese in her zith form and common across the river. “But I need you to come towards the river bank.” Her high arms were raised open and without any weapons, but as she put her robe back on her mids and lows each grasped a dagger. The zith illusion did funny things with her multiple arms but they seemed relatively concealed.

Sayana speaking Zithanese

by **Nivel** on April 13th, 2016, 2:12 am

“Of course” The strange creature smiled weakly at Sayana’s proposal as a visible seam grew across three body. The seam widened and divided the entity into two individuals, the one that headed towards the true Sayana became more horrifying while the one that headed towards the opposite side looked like a normal human women. The contrast between the two was staggering, the porcalin skinned young women had long brown hair that fell down to her lower back while the inhuman creature that floated in Sayana’s direction looked more like a nightmarish surreal painting then an actual living being.

As they both went on to the dry land, the lake of blood would begin to run clear. The earth they touched however, would almost instantly begin to rot and twist even more than it already was. The corruption seemed to grow very slowly which was fortunate for the group considering how harmful everything else seemed to be. Spreading under the creatures feet at a rate of an inch per chime, it was easy for Sayana to approach the beast and deliver the final blow but she would have to hurry.

“Careful Sayana.” Poison whispered to Sayana with a look of deep concern painted all over his hairy face. He didn’t say it out right but it was clear he anticipated the creature would have some kind of trick up its leaves. Considering its corrupt nature it might only need to touch someone to do all kinds of horrifying things.

Venom shook her head at her brother, and simply made a stabbing motion with her hands. She muttered a Zithanese word that simply meant “this is not a time to think just act.” It seemed like if the female Zith had a weapon she would love to be the one putting an end to the creature. She leaned forward and poised herself to lunge at the creature if Sayana failed to deliver.

“What are you waiting for?” Several sharp teeth moved from several different crooked mouths. “Kill me!”

by **Sayana** on April 16th, 2016, 4:21 pm

The throwing dagger Sayana had aimed for the creature’s heart earlier seemed to have done little to no damage. Even as she watched the monster seem to tear itself apart as it split into two beings, Sayana’s heart began to race. If it creature couldn’t be killed by daggers, how was she supposed to come out alive? The small throwing dagger fell uselessly with a plop into the blood river as the two beings separated and began to approach her. Or at least the two versions of her.

Sayana focused hard on her ‘twin’ across the river and for a split tick she felt her vision blur. But then it reverted back and her clone was doing nothing but standing stupidly waiting for destruction. Come on, come on… Again she focused, this time gripping her mid hands so tight that she felt her finger nails dig into her flesh. Except, her mid hands were holding daggers. However, her twin’s mid hands were…

Suddenly the prickle of pain on her palms jolted her back to the other side of the river. She had four hands, and ones that everyone could see. The pale beautiful woman was still approaching and her feet were just reaching the land. The scarlet hue of the river diminished but the ground itself began to decay right before her eyes. She swiftly drew her daggers in her Eypharian form. Somehow both her clothes and daggers had duplicated with the strange illusion.

From the other side, Poison spoke and her consciousness jerked to her zith illusioned persona. She found it was hard to utilize both bodies at once, but what if that was the key to defeating the monster? Maybe the original throwing dagger had only penetrated one heart but not the other. And so far the creature didn’t seem affected by the Hope’s Demise poison. Could it be harmed if her daggers were coated in the substance?

There were too many unknowns which made her hesitate, and Venom had clearly caught on to that. She’d have to try anything that seemed even remotely plausible. She took several steps back and reached into her vest for the jar containing the purple poison. With a swift action that nearly cut her hand, she covered the dagger in her right mid with the ooze. As she shot her consciousness to the other side, she realized suddenly that she didn’t have the poison on hand. Recklessly, she focused on her zith form and threw the jar far across the river. With a smash it hit the ground, but there was still enough ooze for her Eypharian clone to pick it up and coat the dagger in her right mid.

This better work.

With four daggers with each of her personas, she closed her eyes and fused her consciousnesses together. Vision blurred, sound seemed distorted, but she now wielded eight daggers between her clones. The decay was already spreading as she took a step forwards. Swiftly she acted. She did a double feint on both sides of the river. Following up she stepped forwards with a final thrust with her poisoned daggers.

If it was over, it was over quickly but her head seared with a headache as she struggled to keep the two consciousnesses acting simultaneously. If daggers began to fly she would immediately leap back. Lastly, if the creature didn’t stagger significantly from the thrust, the Sayanas would retrieve one last throwing dagger to throw directly for the creatures’ throats.

Sayana speaking Zithanese

by **Nivel** on April 16th, 2016, 9:46 pm

“Thank you..” The creatures whispered in unison as the daggers plunged deep into their flesh. They both collapsed to the ground and clutched their wounds, but the most surreal of the two went through a sudden change. It began to quiver and shake before Sayana and then without warning both looked to the sky and screamed. As their voices grew louder the environment shook violently and began to break apart. Just when it felt like the group would be swallowed by the earth a bight light exploded and enveloped everything.

When the light cleared and the groups eyes adjusted they found themselves back in what seemed like everyday Alvadas. The bodies were still present but they weren’t mutilated or twisted they were simply lifeless corpses laying on the street. The only one that seemed bloodied was the women with long brown hair that laid in front of sayana with two stab wounds and a smile on her face. The only thing that hadn’t returned to some semblance of normal was Sayana, who was still under the seamstresses illusion. Though the to the rest of the survivors this was hardly out of the ordinary.

Like all bizarre situations in Alvadas, The god of illusion probably had a hand in them. Though it would be foolish to think the deity would provide any kind of explanation. It would be up to the group to come up with their own interpretations and theories as to just what caused the strange events.

Sayana :

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