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7/8/2025, 6:44:29 AM
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>Notice.
“…s-should we try to help? Maybe we could try to put the fire out somehow? Plunging it into the lake could work.” A bit of genuine Hermione is beginning to bleed through the acting, but the other two are too preoccupied to notice.
“If that’s the Witch… maybe we need to make the fire bigger…?” Clover looks down at the ice somberly. “B-but… if that’s not the Witch… we’d be burning whoever’s in there more…”
Lorene is just silently thinking, mind racing as she tries to tap into her past month of experience fighting Witches. They’d definitely been heading in the right direction, but… was this funeral pyre really the Witch? Where were the familiars? Weren’t they supposed to be protecting it?
>> χ (M2 Perception roll: Auto-success) << (Detect the Witch.)
>> € (M2 Perception roll: 40 = Failure) << (Detect the Witch.)
>> Ѫ (M2 Perception roll: 67 = Success) << (Detect the Witch.)
It takes the three of them a moment to notice that the wailing stopped. Clover senses it first.
“...GET BACK! There’s something underneath-!”
The thick ice sheet covering the lake splits in two, a long crack running from the mountains to the trees from where they came. Then, the entire lake shatters.
“...ΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘ-!!!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z77ZLwZY2Ao
‘Beatrice’ is holding onto her little ice floe for dear life as it barely stays afloat amidst the rippling waves. All she can do is look out across the field of shattered ice at the beast emerging from the waters.
The Witch had no eyes, nose, ears, or any other facial features. Amidst dark, rippling fur, it was merely a gaping, ravenous maw, with layers upon layers of wooden teeth continually gnashing. It was a massive creature, scrabbling at the islands of ice around it with its arms as it desperately tries to stay afloat, its lower half hidden beneath the dark waters. The funeral pyre adorns its head like a makeshift horn, perhaps intended to serve as a lure, similar to an anglerfish’s light.
Lorene grits her teeth as she anchors herself, blade impaled into her small island of ice. The lake-water stings as it splashes her face- it’s as if all the cold of the Labyrinth had been concentrated into this lake. Now, she sees the familiars: waiting eagerly in the waters below, there are mermaids, their faces similarly just blank maws of teeth, with thin arms reaching for the surface.
The girl looks back up to survey the situation. Not too far away, Clover was on all fours and growling, stabbing into the ice with two of her daggers, tail raised behind her. The two of them were the closest to the Witch, only a few islands apart from one another. Further back, ‘Beatrice’ is sprawled out with her stomach on the ice, hands desperately gripping onto the edge of her floe.
>…!
>Notice.
“…s-should we try to help? Maybe we could try to put the fire out somehow? Plunging it into the lake could work.” A bit of genuine Hermione is beginning to bleed through the acting, but the other two are too preoccupied to notice.
“If that’s the Witch… maybe we need to make the fire bigger…?” Clover looks down at the ice somberly. “B-but… if that’s not the Witch… we’d be burning whoever’s in there more…”
Lorene is just silently thinking, mind racing as she tries to tap into her past month of experience fighting Witches. They’d definitely been heading in the right direction, but… was this funeral pyre really the Witch? Where were the familiars? Weren’t they supposed to be protecting it?
>> χ (M2 Perception roll: Auto-success) << (Detect the Witch.)
>> € (M2 Perception roll: 40 = Failure) << (Detect the Witch.)
>> Ѫ (M2 Perception roll: 67 = Success) << (Detect the Witch.)
It takes the three of them a moment to notice that the wailing stopped. Clover senses it first.
“...GET BACK! There’s something underneath-!”
The thick ice sheet covering the lake splits in two, a long crack running from the mountains to the trees from where they came. Then, the entire lake shatters.
“...ΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘaaΘΘΘΘ-!!!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z77ZLwZY2Ao
‘Beatrice’ is holding onto her little ice floe for dear life as it barely stays afloat amidst the rippling waves. All she can do is look out across the field of shattered ice at the beast emerging from the waters.
The Witch had no eyes, nose, ears, or any other facial features. Amidst dark, rippling fur, it was merely a gaping, ravenous maw, with layers upon layers of wooden teeth continually gnashing. It was a massive creature, scrabbling at the islands of ice around it with its arms as it desperately tries to stay afloat, its lower half hidden beneath the dark waters. The funeral pyre adorns its head like a makeshift horn, perhaps intended to serve as a lure, similar to an anglerfish’s light.
Lorene grits her teeth as she anchors herself, blade impaled into her small island of ice. The lake-water stings as it splashes her face- it’s as if all the cold of the Labyrinth had been concentrated into this lake. Now, she sees the familiars: waiting eagerly in the waters below, there are mermaids, their faces similarly just blank maws of teeth, with thin arms reaching for the surface.
The girl looks back up to survey the situation. Not too far away, Clover was on all fours and growling, stabbing into the ice with two of her daggers, tail raised behind her. The two of them were the closest to the Witch, only a few islands apart from one another. Further back, ‘Beatrice’ is sprawled out with her stomach on the ice, hands desperately gripping onto the edge of her floe.
>…!
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