IC: Reliable Narrator | Relic Fields
"Buddy's got the, got the, he got," the toa stammered. She held the bandage to herself, but her arm was too weak and the fabric slipped from her fingers to land on the floor, silver and sticky. The faxon covering her face did little to hide the fear in her eyes. "Gotta find Buddy. Ghostie gonna die."
Her wounds were too great to stay awake. She fell unconscious, body slumped against the vortixx.
Ooc: @BULiK, @Daniel the Finlander
IC: Reliable Narrator | Kumu Peninsula
Apex, Waveahk, and Morangad stood at the obsidian door. Waveahk felt the kraata in his arm twitching with anticipation. It squirmed and writhed, and for a moment felt all too ready to leap from his very flesh. Apex felt the call of the void, and the haunting memory of stars dancing around her in playful, mocking, circles. She had not remembered the memory of her creation for a long time. Why now? Why would she remember floating out of the green caldera as little more than a ball of gas to the beckoning call of her kind? More importantly, why couldn't she remember so much of her long life? Morangad felt the chilling sensation of being scrutinized.
A green mist carrying the sonorous whispers of abandoned wishes floated amidst them.It sprung up without warning, and moved about their legs as if grasping hands trying to pull something larger up from below the rocky ground. They heard the sputtering of the fire behind them. Then they didn't. The light from the fire glittering off the obsidian door vanished. In its place, a single symbol marred the door's dark surface: an eight pointed star.
Strangely, rather than offering knowledge the taboo symbol placed on the door wanted knowledge imparted. The door was locked: the taboo was the key.
Korruhn found himself placing his hand on a door of obsidian full of power, but it was not the same door as before. It was smaller, thinner, and there was no massive temple attached. It rose from the ground like a chipped tooth. The scenery too had changed. Before the fire crackled on the landing of the steps before the door to a massive temple. Now, the fire crackled in an abandoned courtyard, crumbling pillars ringing the open space in a fifteen foot radius. Four circles with a diamond drawn between their center points formed the symbol on the obsidian door. The symbol felt warm under Korruhn's hand.
Grime stood up and stretched. The gears in his wrists and shoulders popped as he yawned. He grumbled to himself, "you can't keep doing that. I'm not as strong as I used to be."
Then he joined Korruhn by the door with no building attached. "What's the lock on this one?"
OOC: @Toru Nui, @Burnmad, @Sparticus147, @Crimson Jester