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At Death's Doorstep
Who: Ekkehardt and whoever signed up to go on this fun trip right here.
What: Ekkehardt takes a group of people back to his family's base in the Outlands, and then takes an even smaller group of people into the underworld.
Where: Outlands.
When: Mid-May
Warnings: Death, potential backstory trauma. Will be updated if anything comes up.
Notes: Doing your own toplevels is absolutely fine! Let me know if you need NPC involvement for your threads.
Passage to House Gehring's territory is ultimately a simple matter, and while it involves some transit time, it's smooth overall. The living quarters for patients and guests have been refurbished and built out to accommodate extra people since Ekkehardt's last extended visit; an addition made especially for Héctor's undead family. House Gehring's base of operations looks and feels far more like an especially large, cosy house than a protective bastion.
The supposed passage to the underworld is much less hospitable. It's a yawning cavern far beneath the house; water from some vast lake or river in the world below laps near-silently at a shore decorated with silent statues, all facing out towards the darkness. An ancient-looking longboat with a lit lamp at the prow, moored to nothing at all, floats there. Their passage is expected, it seems.
And as for the underworld itself...
Eventually, the boat cuts into an impossibly still lake, and Ekkehardt steps out, leaving the boat behind. It's possible to walk on the water, though it takes concentration not to sink, at least at first. With every step you take, flowers bloom, leaving a trail.
And all around, above and below, are stars. And if you walk long enough, you might encounter ghosts, of a sort - of the people you used to be, predominantly. Fragments of your past selves that no longer exist. But if their own feelings were strong enough, you might even meet the ghosts of those who were once important to you - or still are.
[ More content in toplevels below! ]
What: Ekkehardt takes a group of people back to his family's base in the Outlands, and then takes an even smaller group of people into the underworld.
Where: Outlands.
When: Mid-May
Warnings: Death, potential backstory trauma. Will be updated if anything comes up.
Notes: Doing your own toplevels is absolutely fine! Let me know if you need NPC involvement for your threads.
Passage to House Gehring's territory is ultimately a simple matter, and while it involves some transit time, it's smooth overall. The living quarters for patients and guests have been refurbished and built out to accommodate extra people since Ekkehardt's last extended visit; an addition made especially for Héctor's undead family. House Gehring's base of operations looks and feels far more like an especially large, cosy house than a protective bastion.
The supposed passage to the underworld is much less hospitable. It's a yawning cavern far beneath the house; water from some vast lake or river in the world below laps near-silently at a shore decorated with silent statues, all facing out towards the darkness. An ancient-looking longboat with a lit lamp at the prow, moored to nothing at all, floats there. Their passage is expected, it seems.
And as for the underworld itself...
Eventually, the boat cuts into an impossibly still lake, and Ekkehardt steps out, leaving the boat behind. It's possible to walk on the water, though it takes concentration not to sink, at least at first. With every step you take, flowers bloom, leaving a trail.
And all around, above and below, are stars. And if you walk long enough, you might encounter ghosts, of a sort - of the people you used to be, predominantly. Fragments of your past selves that no longer exist. But if their own feelings were strong enough, you might even meet the ghosts of those who were once important to you - or still are.
[ More content in toplevels below! ]
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[ It reeks of duty, even beyond one's life, but there is also a certain poetry in it. Miach would hate having a statue of herself after she's gone, but looking at these other people does make her feel a little fond. ]
What does it mean to be sent off here, anyway? What happens?
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The water here has unique properties. It preserves the remains of anything submerged in it that was once living. Quite a few think it preserves the soul.
[ He peers into the dark, still water. At first glance, there doesn't seem to be much happening. ]
I can't speak to that, but other things have occasionally tried to surface here, using the water as a doorway of sorts. They've had little success due to our guardians here.
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You know of many places that keep bodies pristine and nice. It's fascinating... though personally I think the process of rotting has all kinds of appeals and it would be sad to skip out on it.
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For study purposes, it's best to keep them fresh, but there are places who have plenty of use for rotting bodies. To study the rate of decomposition, for example. But that's more for those who need to know exactly what age a body is, even after death, and that's not the work I'm most experienced with.
But it's good to have an open mind about a natural process. [ He sounds mildly pleased about it, actually. ]
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'An open mind'? Now that's euphemistic for what anyone else would call morbid fascination.
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There's nothing wrong with being interested in the study of such things. Death deserves respect.
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Death is beautiful. It's beautiful because people recoil from it. It's beautiful because it belongs only to the person dying. You can be killed but nobody can meaningfully take part in your dying. It's nice. Foucault didn't know about the undead when he said that death is power's limit, but I still think he had a point.
[ She pauses. There is no eye contact while she says any of these things. Because it's weird to admit to somebody that you've been thinking about what they said to you. ]
I'm giving real thought about becoming a pathologist.
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Well, there's a certain strength to undeath, though it takes some getting used to. Some things can no longer reach them, even if those who are cognizant enough to realise it might wish otherwise. [ Poor Héctor. ]
A pathologist? I see. [ He doesn't show approval either way; simply acceptance. Though of course, he's pleased that she's taken his words seriously, he thinks that she doesn't want to be seen as seeking his approval for it. ]
I admit, I'm curious. Will you study more mundane diseases, or more magical ones? [ He thinks he can guess, but he won't assume. Miach is someone who tends to be surprising, in any case. ]