Week Six

[letsplayamod]

You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.

Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...

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[letsplayamod]

[There's familiar areas, and unfamiliar ones. One area seems to be the outside place you've all long become accustomed to. With the cliffs, but no forest. And no living quarters with statues, either.

Again, there's story here. A figure wreathed in flame covets the power of light raining down from above. He seeks power. Envious, he goes off on his own.]

[markofnobility]

Before the forest. Very long ago indeed.

[ the flames make him picture Typhon, of course.

On we go]

[letsplayamod]

[Down to the lands he goes, searching. All around him, smaller figures are locked in violent conflict. Death haunts the land. The figure is uncaring.

Until he happens upon one warrior, all on his own. He requires help to slay his enemies.

That will be the one.]

[markofnobility]

[Oh this does not bode well. He peers at the warrior- do they look familiar at all?]

[letsplayamod]

[They do not. It's a smaller carving of a man screaming to the heavens. His enemies slain at his feet. He's been given the power to lay waste to all before him, a perfect little soldier.

But is the devastation worth it? All this bloodshed? It isn't a particularly happy image.]

[markofnobility]

[ Ferdinand stares at the little image for a long time. He knows whatever secrets this tale may have that could help them lay further down. Tangled more with the gods. But he lingers here instead. After a beat he pulls a glove off, touching the relief with his bare fingers.

For a soldier to be memorized in a temple like this he knows without viewing the rest that it won't be a happy end. Men like them are remembered for their sins far longer than their attenpts at goodness. If this story ended in peace it would not be told at all.

Eventually he sighs, moving on. ]

[letsplayamod]

[Indeed, the story may not be told at all. That's why it's here.

It jumps ahead. The same warrior has obtained the means to fight the figure who granted him strength on equal footing. A massive tangle of flame and spidery limbs shroud the warrior, who cuts them all down with mighty blades. He's done the impossible. A powerful beast has been laid waste to. The flame is extinguished and the figure lays at his feet.

Others look down from on high. Some with admiration. Most with disgust and apprehension. A few with fear.]

[markofnobility]

He actually did it...

[He moves onto the next part, brow furrowed]

[letsplayamod]

[The final part denotes a gradual climb. From the base of a mountain's cliffs, up a golden staircase, to a seat in the throne of great power. There, this warrior sits, hunched and scowling. As all around him, there's an air of doubt and fear. Whatever he did to deserve this, it mustn't have felt like enough to justify a seat on a pantheon.

But for now, that's where the story ends.]