Event || A History of Light and Darkness

[eternitymods]

Who: Brave Explorers and/or Those Poor Souls Being Dragged Along by Friends
When: Oct 15-30th
Where: Thilmit Border Post, inside the Old Heranean Doll Museum
What: The Heroes of Light received a strange letter, and are now being asked to investigate the strange occurrences at the old doll museum.
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post Warnings for Spookiness, Creepy Dolls. Post toplevels for each group. Please post warnings as needed for memory fragments and exploration. For random numbers, use the dice functions on Plurk or Discord.



The Old Heranean Doll Museum is a small building, but somehow the dark, dusty windows and poorly maintained roof give it a menacing feel as you approach. The sign says, "OPEN"...although, as you approached, you think it might have been turned to "CLOSED".

The door creaks as it swings open, though there is no one from the museum to greet you as you enter. A cold breeze blows in behind you, sapping any lingering warmth in the room. The building is dark, and cobwebs are starting to form in the corners of the lobby and on the velvet rope stanchions that guide the flow of traffic in and out. Out of a shadowy corner, a large centipede skitters across the floor and into a crack low on the wall.

At the reception desk, one of the antique dolls sits, unmoving, unblinking. That goes without saying. Its eyes do not follow you as you enter.... The hairs prickling up on the back of your neck are just coincidence, that's all.

There is another doll perched on the wooden brochure display stand near the door. It's strange that the curator leaves the display pieces out where visitors can touch them....

As you enter, you hear something whistling through the air toward you a moment before it makes a impact. A tiny pebble, too small to do any damage other than a brief stinging. During this moment of distraction, the door slams and locks.

When you look at the spots where the dolls were perched a moment ago, there is now just empty space. There is movement in the shadows, and the nearly imperceptible sound of tiny shapes creeping around.

As you move past the lobby into the exhibits, a sign above the entryway declares:

Welcome to the Old Heranean Doll Museum. We hope you enjoy our historic Heroes of Light displays.

Comments

[littlemhigan]

Castor slides over to Noctis' left, marking the change in his gait. She has little to add to the conversation that hasn't already been said, and still no room to entertain her curiosity on a few matters. The soft scuttling noises are making her uneasy - she fidgets with her knuckle dusters and tries not to dwell on the memory of the dolls at the apex of the Antitower.

"I'll keep fire in mind," she says, shooting her own quick smile at Ashe, "worst case, we can jes' burn the whole place te cinders. That's like te take care of our hosts and all these little swivin' buggers."

Bringing back the roll from above: 5. Suggestion for Reno and Selphie dolls.

[regisrex]

Regis accepts Ashelia's acquiescence for what it is, but he would rather elaborate, should she wish to know, outside the presence of the two people he push far enough when he did sacrifice himself so that they lived when he did not.

Instead, he focuses on the task at hand. "It might be wise to hold off the burning the whole place down until we know there are no innocents caught up here and, with some favor from the odds, we might find why us, and why here." Beat, and he gives sideways looks to everyone else in their party. "Or, at least, until we might get overwhelmed, otherwise." He's terribly picky, truly, hut he does know when to make allowances. And fire sometimes is the answer.

That said--

Regis has turned his eyes forward towards the inside of the Preservation room they are all filing into, and.

"I believe that I saw something small dart on ahead. Keep an eye at the rear, if you would?" The best case scenario is that they don't get attacked. The worst is that they get surrounded. And Regis is definitely a 'prepare for the worst' kind of person.

Rolled 2 for Reno, and 4 for Selphie

[immortalmarshal]

Cor's glad that such a sensitive issue (for him and his kings) have been resolved for the moment. It allows him to focus more on the sound of little feet pattering around them, especially if they're heading towards them, or coming from the Preservation area.

"I got us covered from the rear." He also notes where Castor, Ashe, and Noctis are positioned around each other and the older men, even as he looses Kotetsu in his sheath. He'd rather not destroy any dolls, but if necessary...

Well, working off debts afterwards is worth saving lives in the long run.

Still, it's not that surprising to find at least a couple of dolls waiting for them as they step fully into the are covered in repair tools and materials. It is surprising, though, to see two of them look like people he knew.

And even as the 'Selphie' doll draws out a pair of improvised needle-chucks, Cor himself is caught by surprise by the 'Reno' doll attacking him from above with a pair of very sharp needles. The man tried to dodge out of the way, but get nicks in the shoulder at the last moment.

Beware, Ashelia - Selphie intends to make you bleed next.

[desertbloomed]

Ashelia gasps when she sets eyes on the dolls. Her mouth hangs open for a moment, confused - But Reno is still here - before she springs into action. She jumps backwards, trying to put a little more space between her and the Selphie doll as it jumps at her, expertly flipping the needle-chucks around. The young queen brings up her blade to block the doll, but it flips expertly onto the edge of the blade, running along it towards her arm. She yelps, raising her arm as she drops to her knees, just in time for the doll to sail past where her face was, needles extended.

Ashe rolls away, sheathing her sword in the same smooth motion. The blade would only get in her way, clearly. "Magick it is," she says to no one in particular, Dual Blaziers rumbling in her upturned hands. "Immobilize them if you can!"

[littlemhigan]

"Aye!" Castor yells her acknowledgement, even as she bursts into action herself. Ashe is closer and Castor marks the small doll harassing her. As soon as she ducks to dodge the doll, Castor whips her hand out to grab the doll itself before it can right itself for another attack.

She's about to proclaim that she's done as the Queen asked, but instead yelps in surprise and pain as the doll ends up stabbing the meat of her hand with it's little needle-chucks, and Castor ends up spiking it against the nearby wall instead, hoping the damn thing shatters on impact.