thewatchers: Utultar (Fourth Herald)
The Watchers of Night ([personal profile] thewatchers) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2020-12-16 12:01 pm

[Event] Into The Labyrinth


Into the Labyrinth
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In the heart of winter, the teeth of the cold and dark sunk deep, the Fourth Herald of Night has come. In the place that was once the cradle of civilization, the birthplace of mankind, the water has run dry. Between the rivers, drained and still, a massive black ziggurat rises to float above them, called into being by the sacrifice.

The ziggurat’s interior is a lush and gilded place, an obvious way for Utultar to display his trophies and the accumulated opulence of hundreds of years. Where the water has been stilled below, hundreds of fountains are flowing in elaborate designs. Hanging gardens have strange and luxurious blooms. Despite harboring a being that seeks to end life as humans and nonhumans alike know it, the Fourth Herald’s palace is surprisingly hospitable - or at least, it does nothing to impede progress through the near-silent halls.

Cowed and silent servants picked from Outlands species as well as what seems to be a whole swathe of humankind stare or scurry out of the way of your progress. They bear a multitude of things; glittering ornaments, shining scrolls preserved in gold and silver, too-lifelike statues, and many other treasures that Utultar obviously covets. All of them have collars locked around their necks, another symbol of the Herald’s utter dominance.

The walls are covered in a history of events that Utultar seems to have had personal hand in, or at least seem to show him triumphing constantly in his various contracts. In between the murals and carvings, the walls are engraved floor to ceiling with writing in some ancient, inhuman tongue. Some daemonic dialect, so old that even those from the Outlands would find it no more comprehensible than a modern English speaker would find cuneiform.

Still, those familiar with contracts might recognize something of the structure…

This palace is an altar to Utultar’s ego, massive enough to consider itself a god in its own right, and it is designed in every aspect to comfort and protect its master. The only way through to the heart is to open each of the three gates, leading to the center and to Utultar himself.

He does not intend to make it easy for you.
hattersgonnahat: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/79315627 (I don't like this)

[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2020-12-24 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Puella had been staring at the bracelets rather than coming up with solution. Riddles were not something she was very good at anyway - why did she come along again?

"...Would we still have to answer it even if you weren't contracted?" Just...idly curious.
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[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2020-12-26 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, if you let us kick the herald's butt then you don't have to. And you won't have to wear the heavy stuff anymore."
stavros: Kokoro beside Strarf. ([a] in a new dream)

[personal profile] stavros 2020-12-26 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Kokoro nods, but she looks lost in thought, still concentrating on the riddle.

"Brothers implies two people or concepts on near-equal standing, yet 'sire,' along with creating a paradox, implies one being superior over the other. Of course that would balance out by said paradox... Who, or what, could create something that would then create itself?"
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[personal profile] improbablenotimpossible 2020-12-27 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
He scans his surroundings then at the Sphinx, listening to the girls. "Such riddles tend to be metaphorical, what would give that kind of impression?"
stavros: Kokoro annoyed. ([a] what did you do)

[personal profile] stavros 2021-01-04 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
She rubs her head with a sigh. "Right, it isn't so much a paradox as a cycle. Like how summer gives way to winter and then summer again, or the water cycle. But something we love? We as in people in general, I would assume."
hattersgonnahat: (Asking for directions)

[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2021-01-04 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
['Something that humans liked' usually must mean a couple of things when talking to daemons.]

...The sun is super old, but it stays the same. [So, probably not that.]
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[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2021-01-04 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Puella hadn't quite noticed it on the count of thinking too hard on the question. Two things that were the same but also not, but one fed into the other. Something humans enjoyed.

"...Day and night." Is all she says.
stavros: Kokoro cheering and fistpumping. ([c] go go go!)

[personal profile] stavros 2021-01-04 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Kokoro nods. "Of course! The sun may not change, but it appears to change. Life revolves around the cycle of day and night!"
stavros: Kokoro with her ancestor. ([a] truer to form)

[personal profile] stavros 2021-01-06 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She bows politely. "You have our thanks. We shall proceed posthaste, and ensure that all this ends."
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[personal profile] improbablenotimpossible 2021-01-07 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Good job, Miss Belmont," He smiles faintly.
hattersgonnahat: (Too damn short)

[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2021-01-07 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Kokoro solved it? Well, she probably did have the more accurate answer.

Puella seemed pretty ecstatic when the gate opened. She wanted to rush through to see what was on the other side - but not until one last thing.

"Thank you, Mr. Kitty!"

Yes, that is his name now.
stavros: Kokoro readies her whip. (Default)

[personal profile] stavros 2021-01-07 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Kokoro nods with a self-conscious laugh. "It was half Puella. Yet I must thank you. ...Let us commence."