MR: Investigations of the abyssal

[ReubanBrightwood]

The continued contact with the thing is like oil meeting water the two should not mix, they don't want to mix but they are being forced together and it is not right. Hopefully there's not mental equivalent of emulsification. Others Witch might need more then five types of soap to get these sensations out of mind. That it seemed to picky out minor details about her in spite of her terse and stunted responses, should also probably be a concern. And still it continues.

"You are not the first child, not the first at all. To seek knowledge that is the heavy charge that falls upon your kind. A burden laid down by those that came before. What do you wish to know of me?" If there was room for emotion or infection in the voice Witch could swear it was almost being playful. But the roiling nausea, the physical rejection of this thing left little room for much else.

[Witch]

"You wanted to go back. How?"

She resisted the urge to rub her ears, she knew it wouldn't help. The only thing that would help would be to stop. And she would. She had to. Every second of continued contact grew the risk. But not yet. Not just yet.

Supplies

Supplies: THOW & everything in it, magical tool

Stats

Health:
Mana:
WP:
Armor 0
Defense 3

Vulgar 0
Active Spells: 0
Personal Spells: 0

[ReubanBrightwood]

There is a blessed moment of silence a few heartbeats of blissful wonderful peace before the voice once more, the moments of peace almost make its hideous presence worse. "We have conversed before ... Yes I wish to go back ... I was never meant to be here." Does the abyssal entity have a genuine want, or is this a deception of some kind? Both is an option. But it also shows it is not omniscient, it had not realized Witch was a mage it had previously encountered. "Of the much I know, that I do not." Which is rater inconvenient. "I can show you how I came to be the moment it happened. If you agree." There it is an offer, just like in every horror story about these wretched things.

[Witch]

There was a muttered curse even if she knew that would have been too easy.

She hesitated, wavering, the agreement on the tip of her tongue. Finally with another curse and a violent shake of her head, "No," and then a more firm, but softer, "no."

And then moving quickly, either before her will cracked or because if the sound of the creature was gut twisting, the idea of further contact through touch was gut churning, she moved to shove the knife back into its hiding place.

Supplies

Supplies: THOW & everything in it, magical tool

Stats

Health:
Mana:
WP:
Armor 0
Defense 3

Vulgar 0
Active Spells: 0
Personal Spells: 0

[ReubanBrightwood]

Witch hides the knife once again but to no such good fortune, with contact made it seems she is set to suffer its horrid invasion of her mind until such a time as its own power is spent. The churning rotten voice continues. "Others have said no before ... for a time ... until they said yes ... you will in time." The advantage of being older then old, utterly inhuman and self assured beyond certain absolution it seems the creature is not short on patience.