Entry tags:
- 2ha: chu wanning,
- arcane: vi,
- final fantasy xiv: vrtra,
- harry potter: hermione granger,
- kingdom of the wicked: emilia,
- kingdom of the wicked: wrath,
- mcu: stephen strange,
- original: licyn mansbane,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- star wars: merrin,
- umbrella academy: five,
- untamed: lan wangji,
- untamed: wei wuxian,
- warcraft: anduin wrynn,
- warcraft: wrathion
un: civil serpent | video.
( The video opens on the largest fissure in the Room of Seals, revealing the stairs that lead into the dark. Black eyes dart into view and then fade. The imagery shifts to the many other cracks filling the room. Wrath speaks, voice hard and ancient in the way of war: )
This version of Hell grows more restless by the hour. The dark water we've encountered before infects it. Every act of violence and rage, every death and spirit feed it further.
( Wrath's hand dips into the largest fissure. The dark liquid smoke pouring out of it wraps around his palm and the length of his arm. As if greeting an old, almost-familiar friend. He spreads his palm out and the smoke obeys, skittering back in through the crack.
The temperature in the room dips then. Ice pours from him across and within the fissure, sealing it. The ice continues to spread from his point of contact across the floor and walls, spilling into the hallway. The ground quakes as he pushes back against the power attempting to shove its way out.
The video then turns to Wrath: his gold eyes flash with anger, with violence that he pulls back within himself. His jaw locks as he surveys the room. )
...this will not hold long. These fissures will split the room open, but we may buy them time to replenish their forces and allow for more of their people to escape.
If you have magic or power, if you are capable of guarding and sending messages in the days to come, go to the Room of Seals. I will be waiting.
This version of Hell grows more restless by the hour. The dark water we've encountered before infects it. Every act of violence and rage, every death and spirit feed it further.
( Wrath's hand dips into the largest fissure. The dark liquid smoke pouring out of it wraps around his palm and the length of his arm. As if greeting an old, almost-familiar friend. He spreads his palm out and the smoke obeys, skittering back in through the crack.
The temperature in the room dips then. Ice pours from him across and within the fissure, sealing it. The ice continues to spread from his point of contact across the floor and walls, spilling into the hallway. The ground quakes as he pushes back against the power attempting to shove its way out.
The video then turns to Wrath: his gold eyes flash with anger, with violence that he pulls back within himself. His jaw locks as he surveys the room. )
...this will not hold long. These fissures will split the room open, but we may buy them time to replenish their forces and allow for more of their people to escape.
If you have magic or power, if you are capable of guarding and sending messages in the days to come, go to the Room of Seals. I will be waiting.
video | un: mansbane
audio.
( Like with the royal family, the guard. It is unclear how much access they have to the network as always, but nonetheless. )
[ Private ]
Your particular ability to greatly enhance and strengthen magical power would be of use here.
private because he has no idea how to do partially private
You mean my leaking magic all over the place. I can't use it, you know that. Can you keep whatever is down there from taking me while you take it?
private.
Yes. I will. I would not recommend entering the room of seals without me and not until I have recovered.
( This world greatly affects his magic, and he will not be able to wield it to its full strength for days still. ) There are spirits of paladins here who wish to possess those who enter, but they ask permission so you only have to deny them.
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( he doesn't sound happy about it, but he's also been trotting past the searing seal site since their first day here, and the feel of it is getting worse. much as he wants to run off and livingly haunt the outside of this fortress beyond rathakku's reach until the rest of the party grows a survival instinct to share among them, it isn't happening yet, and this is a more immediate threat. )
Fine, let them shout, as long as they can't touch me.
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( That is a compliment even if it is delivered in the same matter-of-fact tone that Wrath delivers most of his words in. Some mortals miss out on the practicality aspect of staying alive, and they are likely to poke what should not be poked in the name of curiosity or something else.
Caution is occasionally rare. )
They will not touch you. ( This much he can assure him of. ) Thank you.
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( Foreign concept, one that'd have helped them immensely in various situations. But hey. He doesn't find it his place or desire to correct anyone, so let them live as they will. )
I'd prefer other forms of gratitude.
( He says, because he doesn't Like This Situation, and he's not bothering to hide it. Why would he? There's no benefit, he's not looking to insert himself as close with any member of their group. It's why he's so unabashedly himself. He's not trying to impress any of them.
It'd be so exhausting. )
But verbal will do, I suppose. You want me wandering that way now, love?
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( There is simple acceptance of the statement that he would like more gratitude, something tangible, something more than a verbal thanks. Wrath cares little for the reasons why people do anything. He cares little for what people say as well. Actions are far more powerful than words.
Licyn will help. Whatever the reason, that is what matters. )
Give it a day.
This will hold for now, but tomorrow at this same time, they will be weaker, and we can restrengthen the hold.
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