Malcolm Tent
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Wish upon the Stars 740
🕑 Added 2024-10-22 22:20:07 +0000 UTC“So, what do we got?” I asked enthusiastically as I dropped another book on the pile of finished texts. I had all my clones out and multiple parallels going, offloading some of the strain to Callie, who was free and willing to help, which meant I was reading multiple times faster than normal. Of course, Ascendant books were stupid dense and used absurd microscript, so it was still taking a while. Especially since I could only keep a few parallels going at once.
Bella looked up from her book. “Oh, are we reporting? Let’s see, i found a few mentions of those falls. They are apparently “tears cried from the eyes of hell”, “the blood of an ancient evil god”, “the saliva of the mouth of eternity”, I’m not even sure what that last one means, but there’s an illustration and it’s disturbing. Giant tentacle tongue with tastebuds for eyeballs, gross.”
“I’m pretty sure none of that is real.” I said cautiously. “I mean…I feel like someone would have noticed, and probably tried to build a city on it or something. Ascendants are stupid like that.” She nodded, acknowledging my point, but I continued. “That said, just because the falls themselves aren’t special doesn’t mean there isn’t something special ABOUT them. There might be a place nearby housing a monster or something.”
I was skeptical that was the case, honestly. Monsters didn’t sneak into town and assassinate witnesses by slitting their throat. I trusted Ted’s instincts, if he thought that was a professional job, it probably was. Someone with knife experience and probably experience killing people.
Chester, who had shown up a few hours ago, emerged from his own book pile. “I found a few references to animal attacks. They’re not commonly talked about, but they’ve had to call a few “subjugation” quests. Mountain lions, bears, that kind of stuff. They always find something, but sometimes they spend a few weeks looking and have to range pretty far out. The assumption is that the “incidents” scared them off, but that doesn’t sound right.”
“It really doesn’t.” I said thoughtfully. “At least not to me. I’m not an animal expert. Luckily, I know someone who is, and she’s within easy reach.” I mentally shot a question to my wife, who had been relaxing helping me with my parallels. She sent me an impression of waiting, then went to ask Jessie about it.
It took a few minutes, but eventually she came back. I paused, listening to her, then thanked her and told her I loved her. Thought communication was so convenient. I made a show of bringing up the screen on my ring and fiddling with it, keeping one side of the projected image opaque while I pretended to text, then closed it.
“Alright, my source says it doesn’t sound like common animal behavior. Most predators are territorial. An incident with prey wouldn’t scare them off.” Which had been what I’d thought. “That said, D-rank is a milestone, and the results of that rank up can be unpredictable, so it’s not completely impossible. We’ll have to go check the place out ourselves. If you two are interested.”
They seemed excited, so I packed up all the books into something approximating their original piles (I wasn’t too fussed about being exact, Harley didn’t seem to have much of a system, and if he had requests he should have woken up) and then we all set off for the falls, ready to take the next step on our journey into mystery.
We arrived at the falls pretty quickly, they weren’t that far away, and we were D-rankers, so travel time wasn’t an issue. We came up the path across a small gorge from the falls themselves, and staring down at them…I could see why they had such an ominous name.
The water itself was normal, I could see that at the base where it collected in a pool, but because of the positioning, or some kind of material effect, it looked black as ink as it poured over the cliff. Liquid darkness, cascading off the peak of the falls, plummeting into the pool below, almost eating the light like the darkness of a collapsing star.
Deadman’s Drain. I could see it. The pool at the base looked like it was consuming all life. While the edges were visibly translucent like water should be, showing the crystalline sand beneath, the center of the pool churned with the same fathomless black as the falls themselves, like the water was eating the world. “I wonder what causes that.” I said with interest. I’d triggered Eye of Revelation, and I could tell it wasn’t anything based on Impact or stats.
“The rocks at the top.” Said my apprentice, surprising me. “It was in one of the books I was reading. They’re a weird sort of inverted prism that creates a kind of anti-light. Don’t ask me how it works. I read like three chapters on the effect and I still don’t really get it.”
I nodded with interest, tapping on the bond to send the image to my wife. I made a mental note to pick up one of those rocks as she responded with delight, clearly interested in the effect.
“Let’s check around the top of the falls first. Unless there was a specific area where the bodies were found?” I addressed the question to Chester.
He shook his head. “Nothing concrete. Top, bottom, even in the woods nearby. It wasn’t too obvious, or someone would have noticed it.” He frowned as he stared at the dark waterfall. “Maybe. Do you guys feel…”
“Like this is a bad place and we shouldn’t be here?” I finished. “Yup. It’s a soul effect. It’s not hitting me very hard because my soul is MUCH stronger than yours, but I can feel it a little. Scratching at the back of my brain. You guys ok here? If it’s too much I can go it alone. Though I would mention this place is probably good soul training.”
Bella looked interested, but Chester didn’t. “My soul is already pretty decent. Sapphire. I never managed to break my second shackle, but honestly I don’t mind.”
I winced. Soul strength was FUNDAMENTAL. Sure, you could theoretically stick to the base soul level for your rank, but at the later ranks you NEEDED a Path. D-rank was doable at base, but once you got to C-rank it was extremely difficult and time consuming to progress your Path, and using techniques was extremely tiring, if you could do it at all. Ranking up to D-rank without breaking both shackles was essentially consigning yourself to cap at C-rank. Nobody with a weak soul could handle condensing a Chronicle.
To be fair, C-rank was decent in most forces, and that was still fifteen thousand plus years of life. That was enough for some people, and it seemed Chester was happy in his comfortable life.
Getting a running start, I pushed off, exploding forward into a Waltz that crossed the distance easily, landing neatly on the other side next to the falls. Kneeling down, I snagged a dark crystalling rock that looked a bit like obsidian, stashing it in my ring before I began my investigation…until I realized I didn’t know what the fuck to look for.
I reached out through Callie to Jessie again, and she informed me that I should try to find any signs of consistent passage by a predator. If any animals claimed this area, they would either BE what we were looking for, or they’d have come across it. At least assuming it was still around and they had been born when it had been here two hundred years ago.
I activated Eye of Revelation, Rhythm of the Wild, Song of the Soil, and Scent of Truth all together. The pulse of the earth, the song of the plantlife, the smell of fact, all these things blended together in my head as I opened myself to the stimuli, giving myself as much data as I could while I scanned the area. I saw so many things. Little tunnels dug by insects, holes in the wood of the trees made by woodpeckers, and so many other things…and somehow, all of it converged into my eyes, pushing my revelation to an even higher level.
Following a path that was nearly invisible, I trekked through the trees, down a small embankment, until I came to a spot where a divot in the earth dropped into a small cavern. Overhanging roots and overgrowth hid the entrance, but it was there, and I grinned triumphantly as I dropped down into the hole.
I found myself in a cave, low and smooth, seemingly worn from the rock naturally, but sculpted in a way that told me it was made with intent. Along the walls crystals poked from the stone, a low, blue glow illuminating the space.
In the center of the chamber was a long rectangular stone, flat on top like a table, and wicked iron bolts had been driven cruelly into the stone, pinning ragged cuffs of badly cured leather. Cuffs that stank of blood and violence to my revealing eye and truthful nose. I stepped back, able to almost feel the pain and despair soaked into the rock along with what looked like LOTS of blood. It had been soaked in the stuff more than once, stained in a way both ethereal and physical.
Bella had dropped down next to me and she gagged. “That’s awful. What is that?”
“It’s an altar.” I said grimly. “Though to what I’m not sure. Based on those, I’d say some kind of…forest demon?” I pointed at the walls, where images could be seen of some kind horrible beast, crouched and menacing. Its limbs were long and spindly, with two jointed legs like a goat, ending in flat hooked feet with five equidistant talons that formed a circle around them for stability.
It’s head looked kind of like a wolf, but with raw muscle exposed on its flat ugly snout. It was disturbing how much detail was in the picture, given it seemed to have been drawn in dried blood. Someone was quite the artist.
The image showed the creature looming over a bowing figure in a hood, with a body place on the table. In the next panel, it had torn open the chest and somehow folded itself up to climb inside. Once it was finished, it cut away the face, gifting it to the figure. After that it was hard to tell, pictograms only went so far, but I was pretty sure the figure did something with the face that made it stronger.
It didn’t show what happened to the monster, or why the bodies needed to be replaced, but it was clear from the context that this was a regular thing that needed to happen every so often.
Glancing around, I could see that this place hadn’t been used in quite a while, but while it might not give me any special insight…it did give me a new clue. A tunnel, leading out of the chamber and off into the darkness.
“Well, I’m going down there.” I pointed. My Danger Sense would alert me if anything was going to jump out and murder me. It hadn’t gone off yet, and my instincts weren’t telling me something impossibly dangerous was ahead. I trusted them to pick up if that thing was C-rank or something. Plus I was pretty sure that town wouldn’t exist anymore if it was.
Bella took a deep breath, then nodded. “I trust you master. I know you won’t let me die. Plus if you do, I can always haunt you later. I’d make such an awesome ghost.”
I laughed, and we looked at Chester, who looked annoyed. “You’re both bad influences. Fine, idiots. Let’s go.” He gestured for me to lead, which I did, and we took off down the corridor into the unknown. I didn’t think the monster was here, but hopefully I would find some sort of clue as to who the figure was. I didn’t see the faceless forest demon sneaking into town and slitting someone’s throat, but that hooded figure…that I could see. Time to find us a killer.
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Lucas
Great job as always
CamChains
tftc
