[Instability Portal] Smoke And Mirrors (K/Sor/Fai/Seng/Sha)

[xoxomenai]

DISTORTED WORLD OF TRANCE: Insanity World

Prompt: You wake up. You seem to be in some sort of old dilapidated house. Around you is a strange low fog: below you as well. You feel like this place is familiar, reminding you very much of the inside of the Inverted Haunted House.

All players: You will need to navigate through the Haunted House to the end. Please follow the steps below.
- All players start off at full health. When you hit 0 HP the fog swallows and consumes you whole. IF you hit 100% Insanity, you feel strange, the fog becomes too loud, too noisy.... as it consumes you whole, distorting your figure grotesquely, leaving you broken and deformed... you have become an Insanity mob.
- Regardless of the room you are in, ignore what is happening in the room to defeat the Insanity mob first. Those who have been turned into insanity mobs can target 2 players and roll 2d12. They have however, only half their original HP and take double damage. They must have their HP whittled to "0" to be cured at 50% Insanity. Each player can attack them 2 times for each time they are attacked by the boss. Once the boss is cleared, the mob returns back to normal, at 50% HP and 50% Insanity. Continue on the room as normal.
- If you DIE IN THE TRANCE you immediately are ejected from the Distorted Portal but suffer side effects of hallucinations for 24 hours where you continuously see everything in black and white. You also hear a voice calling to you about home...
- It is recommended that players go through the rooms at the same pace (ie: I am player 1, in room 1, I roll 3 times and wait for the others before ICly proceeding to room 2 together, though they can skip players that become inactive after 24 hours).

gaia_crown Step 1: Room 1

The first room is blank, though as you take a step, the fog thins and curls away: below you is an infinite chasm. There is something so oppressive about the area that weighs you down, making you feel ten times heavier than you are: flying is impossible. The ledges, if they can even be called that, are extremely narrow and the door at the other end seems so far away.

- Roll 1d10. You must do this three times.
- If in ANY of your dice rolls you roll 1, you hear a loud crack, as your ledge begins to crumble - the last thing you see before the white swallows you is the terror of others staring right at you. You are DEAD.
- For each time you roll even you gain +20% Insanity.
- If you pass, proceed to STEP 2.

gaia_crown STEP 2: Room 2

The entire room is full of blank, humanoid figures made entirely out of fog. They look more like pillars of white and grey. They do not move, simply staring ahead, clustered very close together in even rows. You need to make your way across the room to the door on the other side.

- Roll 1d6. You must do this three times.
- For each time you roll even you gain +20% Insanity.
-If any of your dice rolls to a 1 you suddenly accidentally brush against one of the figures. Every single pillar turns their face only to stare right at you. You feel a strange rustling, a malevolence, as suddenly from around you hundreds of foggy hands, grab your figure, crying something as more and more hands appear from the foggy abyss - and you are swallowed whole. You are DEAD.
- If you manage to make it through, you are on Step 3.

gaia_crown Step 3: You enter a room that is entirely white. You can't even see where everyone else is. You need to navigate through the room blind.

Roll 1d6. You need to do this four times. Whenever you roll even, you hear a strange scraping noise behind you, as if someone is carrying something very heavy, walking right behind you. You see nothing.
- For each even you roll, you begin to hear the scraping noise, louder and louder.
- If you roll three evens, the last thin you see is a loud screech and then a blur of deep grey, a flash of a blade that descends upon you - you are DEAD.
- If you manage to pass through this phase you are at the end.

gaia_crown Step 4: THE END.
- You finally see it, the door ahead of you. Cautiously, you run towards it one step at a time. As you open it up -

- You're back at the start with the surviving team members. What is going on? Suddenly, you see the fog curling around your feet, growing thicker now. You watch in horror, slow motion as it begins to crawl up you, consuming you, watch slowly as your figure distorts and contorts, consumed in fog -

- But it is already too late. The last thought you coherently have is one of Home. YOU ARE DEAD.

 

[xoxomenai]

When Kiwi passed through the portal, what he saw on the other side nearly sent him stumbling back into the horsemen that were appearing just behind him.

Fog. Everywhere, an eerie, thick white fog, all too familiar. And the room itself, it even looked like-

He'd spent his time since the events of the Inverted Haunted House away from his friends most certainly. But he'd also been careful to avoid a certain building on Amityville grounds. One time too many he'd stepped past the Haunted House, with it's ramshackle, lean-to appearance and flinched, expecting fog to swirl to life at any moment, compelling him inside.

Now fog was everywhere. And his friends, would they?? ...

He didn't want to hurt them again. Not like this. This was bad. He shouldn't be here. Kiwi crept slowly back, a shiver rising up his spine all the while.

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Ramenli

Kupuritama

Ice Queen

Seussi

 

[Ice Queen]

Fai hesitated as he caught sight of a familiar figure, breaking into a wide smile. "Kiwi!" he called, heading for the other famine clansman. "How are you, my friend?" he asked fondly, only realizing how pale Kiwi looked after he asked that. In fact, he thought as he looked around--

"Fascinating," he said. "We have been transported through a portal--but I did not sense anyone using magic..." Then again, his senses had been a bit dull since the destruction of their land. But rather than going into that, he pulled a small notepad out of his pocket and started jotting down notes.  

[ramenli]

Soren was pulled into the portal as well, eyes opening to...fog. Everywhere was fog. His fingers clenched on their own accord, Fear all but itching to summon his khopesh. He looked toward voices, muted by the fog and moved toward them, glad to recognize one, the other a stranger. He nodded to them both, but he was ill at ease in this place.

His mind was full of questions, questions without answers, and for now he was content to wait and see what theories the others had.  

[Seussi]

Shaheen was often too distracted to even know what was going on around her, anymore. She was caught somewhere between giving up and accepting that this was her life now, and that someday all that would be left were the voices, and nothing of herself. Someday she would become that monster that she had been before, the one that had attacked her friends, had crushed Shikoba, had tried to kill them all. Caught between that, and putting in one last ditch effort to fight against it. It was in her nature to fight, to be able to battle long and hard, to come out victorious against all odds. But this was a battle she could feel herself slowly losing, one that was slipping away from her no matter how desperately she fought on. There was a time in the haunted house when she had been cured, when the whispers had ceased, the grey that tainted her skin vanished. It had been such a relief, despite an odd feeling of emptiness that had been left in it's wake. She could deal with emptiness, though, if it meant not having to hear a single whisper inside of her head again.

But then the battle in the house had ended, they had come back to this temporary home, and the voices had returned as though they had never actually been gone, but perhaps just lying dormant, waiting. She could feel the weight of them on her mind, slithering through her brain, hissing at her constantly. It made her senses feel hazy and dulled at the best of times, and today was not one of her best days.

So when the portal appeared, she at first didn't even notice. Didn't notice the change in the atmosphere, or the others who had been around her when it happened. She was actually a few steps in before anything even really began to click and her eyes, which may have appeared a bit glassy before, came into sharp focus, head turning, scanning the sudden surroundings as she came to a sudden halt in her steps. Fog, everywhere, hanging low, obscuring vision, it roiled and curled around her feet, almost feeling like it was tugging against her, calling her.

"No." She stumbled back, turned, looked in the direction she had come from only to see more fog, and not the place she had just been. How could she possibly be here again? Maybe....maybe it was just another nightmare. Yes, she had been asleep, that was all, that was----

Sounds, not far away from where she stood. Talking. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly too dry, hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Hello?" She called out towards the voices, then took a step towards them, somehow finding the will to do so, steeling herself, reminding herself of just who she was and how she could not back down from this, how she had to remain strong. She continued to make her way through the fog until she came upon them. three other horsemen, though only one was somewhat familiar to her. She hadn't heard what the one had said about the portal, had no idea how they had gotten here.

"Are we..back in the haunted house? How did we get here?" She tried not to let her panic show in her voice, or on her face.  

[keiifuu]

Fog again.

It was always fog.

Senga's eyes flickered open as the pull of the portal retreated, leaving his body feeling empty and heavy all at once. His wings flickered gently, gusting the fog around him into gentle swells. He hadn't meant to end up here. No, he'd never wanted to see this place again. His lips curled back into a soft rumble, shoulders tensing. He was used to the lack of sound and sight here; the way the senses seemed muted all around. He slid his feet forward tentatively, and the mist parted around him, consuming movement and vision as he prowled forward into the unknown.

It wasn't as though he had anywhere else to go, after all.

He didn't know how long he wandered aimlessly before his ears picked up the soft hiss of a voice in the distance. His head turned, wings ruffling. Had he imagined it? Was it just his mind? It came again, this time the sound of someone familiar. Shaheen? He frowned and unfurled his wings, pumping them experimentally a few times before taking off in long, leaping steps, punctuated by strong, hard wingbeats. The shapes appeared faster than he'd expected them to, and he slid to a stop with a soft gasp, nearly barreling Kiwi and Fai over in the process.

"You," His voice crackled with both accusation and confusion, and he stepped back almost as quickly as he'd come forward. His eyes adjusted to the forms of other bodies; Soren, and Shaheen were there as well. "What's going on here?"

( I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FEEL FREE TO PUNCH ME SCREAMS INTO HANDS )