Team Miracles / Part 2

[floatingplot]

[You have escaped. Congratulations, surely all your problems are over and you can return to your apartments- Oh, wait, no.]

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[beatojuice]

Whaaaat? Why are looking at me weird? Just so you know, I already have a husband!

[cloistre]

[What....]

... What?

[beatojuice]

Hahahaha, you'd be a fool to fall for a cruel and evil witch anyway.

[cloistre]

[Ok I guess I just

won't ask.]

... Yes.

[beatojuice]

Now, come with me, let's look around!

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[As you walk, you find graffiti scrawled along the walls. Some is in paint, but where that ran out, the artist appears to have substituted... something more vital.

“THE END IS HERE
OUR GOD HAS ABANDONED US
WE ARE ALL FORSAKEN”

All roads seem to lead inward.]

[cloistre]

... It's blood.

[Just sorta. Making that observation, before continuing.]

[beatojuice]

A message written with one's own life is of sacred importance.

[Takes it in, before continuing.]

[floatingplot]

[The walls seem smothered in desperate graffiti as you walk, and all roads lead to the city centre.

“OUR HOPE HAS CRASHED AND BURNED
THE SERVANTS SENT US HERE AS A WARNING
THE REST OF US WILL NOT FALL TO SUCH THREATS”

Beside it is scrawled a symbol of ocean waves inside a circle.]

[cloistre]

[... This is bad.

Like, really bad.

Continuing to the city center though.]

[beatojuice]

Fear not. With the Golden Witch as your ally, nothing can harm you!

[Continuing to the city center!]

[floatingplot]

[In the centre of the city...

It was a glorious thing, you can see white marble through the soot, broken statues littering the ground that once rivalled the Michael. Far larger than any of the temples on Atuin, this is the temple to the God itself.

And it is patterned in waves.

There's heavy double doors on ground level.]

[cloistre]

[...

> Head for double doors.]

[beatojuice]

[Snaps her fingers to make them swing open, and going inside.]

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[This level of temple is covered in cracking tile murals, no doubt once beautiful and colorful. They show a simple story:

The God appears on a world of raging water, alone.

He builds an island, and He crafts people to live on it, people in His image with all the traits of Humans, Long, Bast and Angha.

They shine like a beacon, so brightly that things begin to reach towards the world. Black things that eclipse the moon and sun, things reaching with twisted limbs and baring fractal teeth.

So He reaches into the crystal heart of the world and breaks away four crystals.

In His hands, they become four people, each a pale mirror to His own brilliance, for they only have one trait each of the species.

The blue-robed one, holding a sparkling rainbow fire, him merely the human body.

The red-robed one, casting dice with a smile, she who possesses only the glorious wings of the Angha.

The green-robed one, grasping a halberd, with the strength of the Long.

The yellow-robed one, wielding a sword, with the ears and eyes of the Bast.

Those four kneel at the four corners of the world and keep away the dark things while He stands king over all.

It ends there.

There is an altar at the back of this room, a heavy wooden thing, with a priest slumped over it clutching a scroll.

In the far corner there is an door opened to the first steps of a spiral staircase leading upwards.]

[cloistre]

[... Starts to head towards the staircase, but notices the priest and stops. Is it really ok to disturb the dead like this? But there might be a helpful hint somewhere in the scroll.]

[beatojuice]

[Takes notice of her interest.]

Hoh, you want that? How about we take a loooooook?

[Making the priest's body jerk upright and walk over toward them.]

[cloistre]

[eek

Taking the scroll though!]

[floatingplot]

[Before you have a chance to open it, a skeletal hand punches through the ground to claw at Beato's feet.

...WTG, pissing off the undead hordes.]

[beatojuice]

[Whatever!]

Hyahahaha, do I have an admirer? Or is it furniture that desires to serve me? Do you still have a tongue to lick my shoes?

[She uses magic to lift the skeleton out of the ground.]

Oh, you won't do at all! Rejected!

[Flinging it out the double doors!]

[cloistre]

...

[What the actual fuck.

I'm

I'm gonna head for those stairs now.]

[floatingplot]

[More and more hands burst through the ground, clawing at the glorious Beatrice.

Up the stairs is a half-charged magical gate, in need of power.]

[beatojuice]

[Turning into butterflies and flying to the second story.]

[cloistre]

[... Hm.

So can I set this on fire and make it work?]

[floatingplot]

[...i.

no.

well it charges it a little, but you need more than just that.]

[beatojuice]

[Reforms and strikes the gate with a bolt of lightning.]

[floatingplot]

[You violence the gate open with lightning bolts and fire.

It sparks to life, igniting a portal.]