Wolves and Warlocks (Open RP)
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Sorry this is so late. My netbook needed to be recharged, and I didn't have the charger. Also, the sun set at least two hours ago, in game. People have been running around a lot, in a tiring manner.
"I had a vision," Peter said, "It went like this:
"We were as we were, when I started praying. Then a seven-wheeled bike, curled in on itself, blasted through the wall of the alley door, completely destroying the wall, and revealing lighting and glass and backwards words underneath. I saw all of us, who are here, from the light of the lighting, and we looked different. Sunny and Fran were one man, and Ark was a man, and you were not a monk. Then the wheels of the bicycle turned outwards, its frame forming an orange portal, through which a goat, with a head for each limb and a limb for each head, hopped. And the goat looked at me, and suddenly we were on the back of a great eagle, looking down upon the earth. The goat said 'On the seventh day, of the seventh year, of the seventh epoch, of the seventh set, the sun shall rise blood-blue' and I did, indeed, see this, from the eagle. Then the goat continued, 'Then the earth shall crack and the qwpebdlaskdbasdfmskmabsdkmarakgbakm shall rise, and the qwpebdlaskdbasdfmskmabsdkmarakgbakm shall be called "gut weavers" by mortal men. Guess why.' I saw the... gut weavers, looking like centipedes make from impossible geometery, rise from the earth, and rip out men's intestines and knit them into scarves. It was gross. Then the world turned into a forest, and the eagle turned into a flying gazebo. I turned towards the goat-of-limbs, but in his place was a man made of lines.
'I am God,' he said, so I bowed down to him. He told me to rise. The forest blurred underneath us, suggesting that we were traveling quickly. God said 'Look, the first rule of godhood is that I have to be vague, but I can tell you that the book of Amendments is --' I didn't hear the rest because the gazebo turned into a large blue top hat, and I fell down to the forest. Luckily, it turned into a river of sand, forking into more rivers. I landed in the big river, and saw... fragments of things, people, places, feelings. Then the current pulled me to the fork, and the vision ended."
Peter slumped back in the booth. "I know what the book of Amendments is, but I don't know what the other stuff means."
Ark had heard bits and pieces of Peters story and shouted over towards them "How long ago was it that you took that acid?" she the laughed a bit and walked into the kitchen and soon came out with a tray of 50 Jello shots.
she set them down on the bar near Fran and Sunny and rapid fired about five of them. "Dig in ladies."
she set them down on the bar near Fran and Sunny and rapid fired about five of them. "Dig in ladies."
Peter shot Ark a look of disapproval. Then he turned back to Sacri. "Do you know anything that can help me understand that?" Peter asked.
So, no time passed, then. Okay.
Sacri is looking through a book that has a secret language weaved into ten different secret codes, and in Common on the front is 'Book of Horror-lore'. Sacri for a nanosecond actually nearly changes expression "I hope you realize that none of this is good. I stole this Knowledge I read from somewhere no-one should ever be, and what's in in is things Humanity shouldn't have had, but one mage did, and nearly killed me with it, had the potent magicks not needed so much incantation to prevent... bad things, I wouldn't be here."
Sacri ruffled his hair, his eyes showing deep thought "If you truly saw two Old Gods, then it's possible that for some reason, they're interest in our world and the comparatively weak New Gods has been kindled, which means that the Metus Amet might have come back to harvest." Sacri seemed to be flipping through pages a little faster than he was, as if looking for another explanation.
"Give me a shot of the hardest stuff you have, Blandae."
Sacri ruffled his hair, his eyes showing deep thought "If you truly saw two Old Gods, then it's possible that for some reason, they're interest in our world and the comparatively weak New Gods has been kindled, which means that the Metus Amet might have come back to harvest." Sacri seemed to be flipping through pages a little faster than he was, as if looking for another explanation.
"Give me a shot of the hardest stuff you have, Blandae."
Sacri drinks it and sighs, slamming his head down on the table and muttering what sounded like a full range of curses in three languages
"I couldn't just be alive during a world war, or some species conflict, or some miracle cure, or the comeback of decent kung fu movies. Noooo, had to be Old Gods." Sacri continued grumbling in foreign tongues
"I couldn't just be alive during a world war, or some species conflict, or some miracle cure, or the comeback of decent kung fu movies. Noooo, had to be Old Gods." Sacri continued grumbling in foreign tongues
"You do have quite the harvest as a peach-tree." Sacri was intensely focused on a calculator and an advanced equation dealing with time
"Also, try not to rattle the table too much, I'm figuring out when we'll all be unquestionably called to fight things way beyond our current scope or never have existed and watch our mistakes and shit do incomprehensible evil to all of our gods, while our female deities are raped for soldiers by evils making the very worst of our imaginations looking like the good they'll be doing what they did to us and our gods too."
"Also, try not to rattle the table too much, I'm figuring out when we'll all be unquestionably called to fight things way beyond our current scope or never have existed and watch our mistakes and shit do incomprehensible evil to all of our gods, while our female deities are raped for soldiers by evils making the very worst of our imaginations looking like the good they'll be doing what they did to us and our gods too."
"I don't pretend to know what you speak of," Peter said, holding the "shot" of gelatin in his hand, "but it sounds bad. Regardless, I am sure we'll be fine. After all, Hagpus always has a plan."
Ezekiel had finally recovered. After poking the body and jabbing it with a hammer Ezekiel dropped a few drops of his blood into Sev's mouth. It was a concoction of Syphilis, Rheumatoid Arthritis, Small Pox and some HIV just to make sure. He also added a few drops of rapid onset rabies, for some odd reason he found it funny when the mouth foamed over. So Ezekiel got back in his car, a small dent in the front bumper, and slowly drove over the body, the sounds of crunching ribs clearly visable. Ezekiel stifled a chuckle as he saw a rim of foam forming on Sev's mouth along with some blood.
Sacri nodded to Fran "Go, be with Ark. You don't want to hear what comes next. Not on such a good day."
A short pause later, after he turns back to Peter
"Peter, about Hagpus... I think he's dead. Metus Amet isn't subtle, but their enemies are, and tend to insert themselves into mythologies as natural gods, Hagpus to them would be a mere nicety to kill him instead of making him hopelessly weak and mortal to toil around completely unwelcome in the mortal coil. I'd be willing to bet this Wyatt was attempting to protect you and warn any priests powerful enough to see him about the oncoming storm. According to the knowledge here, magi long ago realized how to pick up random bits of information from some sort of magical being, which later died. In the 3rd century, the relatively primitive magic users of the time recorded everything they could about the being's death, and put it into a arithmantic code, in about 15th century, the ruins were re-discovered, and by 17th century, humanity finally started understanding the code. It's what informed the rest of this book, I burned the original after I'd translated it out of Common into a much more obscure dialect. But long death rattle short, I'm fairly certain someone just declared war against our entire plane. Everything any Human, Wolven, Fallen, or even the animals and birds and the gods themselves know, is now in wartime. Metus Amet is 'Oldest Fear' in Latin, because back then, it was the first time an entire civilization was well and truly in horror at what they'd learned." Sacri looked grim, as he thumbed through the pages, obviously he was giving the censored version of what was happening.
"The fact you saw this also means you might just have a long-unused branch of Human potential, you might be able to become a powerful enough priest to call down your own smites and blessings. You will have to go and study, and pray, and meditate for it, but if your faith is strong enough..." Sacri shrugged
A short pause later, after he turns back to Peter
"Peter, about Hagpus... I think he's dead. Metus Amet isn't subtle, but their enemies are, and tend to insert themselves into mythologies as natural gods, Hagpus to them would be a mere nicety to kill him instead of making him hopelessly weak and mortal to toil around completely unwelcome in the mortal coil. I'd be willing to bet this Wyatt was attempting to protect you and warn any priests powerful enough to see him about the oncoming storm. According to the knowledge here, magi long ago realized how to pick up random bits of information from some sort of magical being, which later died. In the 3rd century, the relatively primitive magic users of the time recorded everything they could about the being's death, and put it into a arithmantic code, in about 15th century, the ruins were re-discovered, and by 17th century, humanity finally started understanding the code. It's what informed the rest of this book, I burned the original after I'd translated it out of Common into a much more obscure dialect. But long death rattle short, I'm fairly certain someone just declared war against our entire plane. Everything any Human, Wolven, Fallen, or even the animals and birds and the gods themselves know, is now in wartime. Metus Amet is 'Oldest Fear' in Latin, because back then, it was the first time an entire civilization was well and truly in horror at what they'd learned." Sacri looked grim, as he thumbed through the pages, obviously he was giving the censored version of what was happening.
"The fact you saw this also means you might just have a long-unused branch of Human potential, you might be able to become a powerful enough priest to call down your own smites and blessings. You will have to go and study, and pray, and meditate for it, but if your faith is strong enough..." Sacri shrugged