Post by Morrigan on Dec 2, 2023 2:25:01 GMT -5
What now? Morrigan asked herself, watching a plume of purple smoke swirl in front of her. On the ground immediately below it, the wick of a guiding candle slowly burned into the wax. She’d known about the strange little items for quite some time, but now that she’d finally acquired one, she found herself uncertain what to do. Master had said they could transport the living to the Otherworld and not much else besides… Leaning in, Morrigan took a sniff of the coloured smoke, finding it odourless but apparently very light, as just the small inhalation caused it to pull towards her. Though she leaned away reflexively, the cloud followed her movement and began clinging to the human, rapidly enveloping her with an unearthly chill. Holding her breath just before it encircled her head, Morrigan waited for something to happen… And she fell.
The smoke was gone in an instant. Morrigan tumbled through open air, breathing quickly as she realized her surroundings had changed entirely. She didn’t have much time to take it in, getting the air knocked right back out of her when she landed in the outstretched limbs of a crooked tree and falling through like a Plinko ball. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been more relieved to hit the ground. Flat on her back, hair full of twigs and her travelling cloak lightly shredded, Morrigan finally caught her breath. She was looking up through a cover of twisted branches, yellow clouds just barely visible through the gaps.
Not many explanations for that. Which meant that she was really, actually in Otherworld. The Earthling pushed herself up and spun around, finding more trees for the most part as well as a seldom-used path winding through them. If the creepy flora weren’t a big enough tip, Morrigan realized where she was given the clouds were up above. Hell. And not the nice part, based on what she’d heard. Was it because she’d used the candle in the forest? Maybe she was meant to have spoken an incantation or the name of a location? Though she had questions, she probably wasn’t going to get them here.
Extending her senses as far as they’d go — which was concerningly little in this dense forest — she began following the path in the vague direction of what felt like energy. Ogres perhaps, or the dead who’d kept their bodies, or even just an especially powerful tree. Morrigan found she wasn’t entirely alone regardless, spotting a few drifting clouds that appeared to be equally lost souls, but they offered little response when she tried to speak. Her concern wasn’t that she’d be stuck here as long as them, but she knew her time here was limited. Hopefully she'd manage to find something of substance.
The smoke was gone in an instant. Morrigan tumbled through open air, breathing quickly as she realized her surroundings had changed entirely. She didn’t have much time to take it in, getting the air knocked right back out of her when she landed in the outstretched limbs of a crooked tree and falling through like a Plinko ball. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been more relieved to hit the ground. Flat on her back, hair full of twigs and her travelling cloak lightly shredded, Morrigan finally caught her breath. She was looking up through a cover of twisted branches, yellow clouds just barely visible through the gaps.
Not many explanations for that. Which meant that she was really, actually in Otherworld. The Earthling pushed herself up and spun around, finding more trees for the most part as well as a seldom-used path winding through them. If the creepy flora weren’t a big enough tip, Morrigan realized where she was given the clouds were up above. Hell. And not the nice part, based on what she’d heard. Was it because she’d used the candle in the forest? Maybe she was meant to have spoken an incantation or the name of a location? Though she had questions, she probably wasn’t going to get them here.
Extending her senses as far as they’d go — which was concerningly little in this dense forest — she began following the path in the vague direction of what felt like energy. Ogres perhaps, or the dead who’d kept their bodies, or even just an especially powerful tree. Morrigan found she wasn’t entirely alone regardless, spotting a few drifting clouds that appeared to be equally lost souls, but they offered little response when she tried to speak. Her concern wasn’t that she’d be stuck here as long as them, but she knew her time here was limited. Hopefully she'd manage to find something of substance.
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Morrigan uses a Guiding Candle to enter Hell!
WC: 473
Morrigan uses a Guiding Candle to enter Hell!
WC: 473