RE: Masks 2
08-02-2019, 01:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-02-2019, 02:28 AM by Cidellus.)
Zil could loosen her bandana and grow into it if she needed to. Shrinking back down would be a problem, but she'd live.
They continued on down the street towards the source of the bells, being run past by numerous citizens as they made their way towards the square.
When they got to the central square they set their eyes upon a church named Saint Anthony's. To most of the group, it was a beautiful old stone church with a nice green lawn, cheerful sign, and a heavy iron fence.
To Maria? It was a mess. Glowing eldritch symbols were carved into every brick, the windows were shattered, bulletholes ran throughout, the lawn was flooded, and the cross at the top of the building had been snapped off with a chunk of the tower.
A glowing circle sat in front of the church, drawn in blood and surrounded by glowing runes. Theraea, upon seeing this, saw that the circle was absolutely AWASH in otherworldly energy. Everybody else saw the mosaic as a large, ornate, elaborate mosaic. It was rather strangely-designed, resembling tangled, symmetrical seaweed. Around the circle, the citizens of the city knelt down and began their prayers.
"Please, Thiotz’ma, save the other cities like you've saved this one. Bring us salvation in your oceans, and smite the enemies of the Deep..." they chanted together. "Bring the Deep Water to purge those cities of the corporations. Save us, O Thiotz'ma..."
Near the circle, a tall brown-haired man in red robes led the prayer and congregation. He chanted his praises to Thiotz'ma, and numerous willing citizens walked forth. Maria saw that they were already rather fishy, but when they stepped through the runic blood circle they transformed into six foot tall humanoid fish-creatures. They were each given barnacle-covered guns or harpoons by attendants, and they went off to stand in formation nearby as they said their own prayers.
It was then that everybody noticed a figure being held behind the priest by a couple of his attendants. It was Sam, very hungover, very delirious, and VERY unprotected from mind control. His usual clothes were dirty, ragged, and damp and he himself looked like he'd been through absolute hell.
But, for the moment, he was resisting the mind control of the city somehow. Jim, seeing this, stepped forward as he went for his throwing knives. He was about ten feet in front of the group.
They continued on down the street towards the source of the bells, being run past by numerous citizens as they made their way towards the square.
When they got to the central square they set their eyes upon a church named Saint Anthony's. To most of the group, it was a beautiful old stone church with a nice green lawn, cheerful sign, and a heavy iron fence.
To Maria? It was a mess. Glowing eldritch symbols were carved into every brick, the windows were shattered, bulletholes ran throughout, the lawn was flooded, and the cross at the top of the building had been snapped off with a chunk of the tower.
A glowing circle sat in front of the church, drawn in blood and surrounded by glowing runes. Theraea, upon seeing this, saw that the circle was absolutely AWASH in otherworldly energy. Everybody else saw the mosaic as a large, ornate, elaborate mosaic. It was rather strangely-designed, resembling tangled, symmetrical seaweed. Around the circle, the citizens of the city knelt down and began their prayers.
"Please, Thiotz’ma, save the other cities like you've saved this one. Bring us salvation in your oceans, and smite the enemies of the Deep..." they chanted together. "Bring the Deep Water to purge those cities of the corporations. Save us, O Thiotz'ma..."
Near the circle, a tall brown-haired man in red robes led the prayer and congregation. He chanted his praises to Thiotz'ma, and numerous willing citizens walked forth. Maria saw that they were already rather fishy, but when they stepped through the runic blood circle they transformed into six foot tall humanoid fish-creatures. They were each given barnacle-covered guns or harpoons by attendants, and they went off to stand in formation nearby as they said their own prayers.
It was then that everybody noticed a figure being held behind the priest by a couple of his attendants. It was Sam, very hungover, very delirious, and VERY unprotected from mind control. His usual clothes were dirty, ragged, and damp and he himself looked like he'd been through absolute hell.
But, for the moment, he was resisting the mind control of the city somehow. Jim, seeing this, stepped forward as he went for his throwing knives. He was about ten feet in front of the group.