Normally, I like to keep the Leechwood RP fairly private, because to-date most of it has been one-on-one, boring, or sekrit, but in the tradition of posting cult->sect transitions, I present the following.
Just keep in mind, we did the world a favor. That thing was on a ravenous rampage, and your favorite entity COULD HAVE BEEN NEXT.
Log is on: C:\Users\AwesomeGuy\Documents\My Games\CMUD\lionas\lets_have_some_sects.txt
21:19:07:209 | (Cult): You say, "Our roots hunger. They demand a sacrifice so that they may be nourished. The blood that we have laid on the altar has served to strengthen Our body, but Our growth must be sealed with a sacrifice on a much grander scale."
21:19:18:309 | (Cult): You say, "The task immediately before us is not a trivial one. All that are available, attend to Our altar in the Al'drym woods."
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<Arrive at altar>
21:21:06:141 | You tell Paesa, "Paesa, dear, may I have a word?"
21:21:14:61 | Paesa tells you, "Certainly."
21:21:18:234 | A scarlet sphere of light floats into view, bobbing along the air.
21:21:25:610 | Calmly turning towards Paesa, you bring your clasped hands to your forehead as you bow before her, slowly, at the waist.
21:21:29:521 | Ixielle enters from the south following Kanthari, riding a curly-coated autumnal warhorse.
21:21:29:536 | They are followed by an anguished gem-encrusted treant.
21:21:42:139 | Paesa says, "Greetings to the Lionas, and to all."
21:21:48:399 | Ahkan inclines his head respectfully.
21:21:52:79 | Kanthari nods his head politely.
21:22:11:55 | Ahkan whispers to Paesa, "Rumor has it, you've been practicing what 'someone' taught you."
21:22:20:187 | You say to Paesa, "I've heard a few rumors. You've been busy, aye?"
21:22:28:855 | You see the following people here:
21:22:28:856 | Ixielle, Katalina, Rowynn, Aleutia, Ahkan, Paesa, Kanthari, Lionas
21:22:28:857 | (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)
21:22:32:119 | *************************[ The Cult of the Leechwood ]**************************
21:22:32:121 | Member Status Info
21:22:32:122 | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
21:22:32:123 | Ahkan
21:22:32:124 | Aleutia
21:22:32:129 | Ixielle
21:22:32:131 | Kanthari
21:22:32:132 | Katalina
21:22:32:133 | Lionas Leader
21:22:32:134 | Rowynn
21:22:32:135 | ********************************************************************************
21:22:37:445 | Paesa flits towards the altar, examining the surface with curious intent before glancing up at Ahkan and then to Lionas.
21:22:41:581 | Paesa says, "Yes I have."
21:22:53:399 | You say, "To what end?"
21:23:17:235 | Paesa says, "I have learned how to gain my own power. I will not be in the debt of others for MY power. I will take it for myself."
21:23:32:202 | You say, "That is not an end."
21:23:51:62 | Paesa says, "Because I have no end. I will continue until I am all that remains."
21:24:01:605 | You say, "Power is to be gained with care, and with careful reasoning. It is a corrupting thing."
21:24:22:446 | You say, "You know of the power I have gained, but you know also."
21:24:33:714 | You say, "That it was not for its own sake, but for the sake of my people."
21:24:40:193 | Aleutia glances sidelong to Kanthari before turning her attention fully to Lionas.
21:24:43:343 | You say, "Power is not an end."
21:24:50:469 | You say, "It is the means."
21:25:11:770 | Paesa flits towards Lionas, leveling her gaze with his as she listens. Waving her hand in a gesture of dismissal, she resumes her inspection of the altar itself.
21:25:16:553 | Aleutia steps down off of a hound of vines and granite.
21:25:24:326 | Paesa says, "You are mortal."
21:25:32:812 | You say, "We have many goals, those collected here. None know that better than you and I, for we have both been touched."
21:25:44:388 | Paesa says, "Yes."
21:25:58:95 | You say, "You have only one. That is foolhardy."
21:26:19:747 | You have emoted: Lionas paces to and fro before altar of the Cult of the Leechwood.
21:26:45:471 | You have emoted: Lionas murmurs, "Your predecessors, the Gods, they too fancied themselves above us.
21:27:11:452 | Paesa frowns slightly, the copper light within her arcing out in waves of annoyance as she says, "I am not foolhardy, insult me at your peril. I am no longer to be instructed."
21:27:51:908 | You have emoted: Lionas places his right hand on altar of the Cult of the Leechwood silently, a dark haze overtaking his form as he is momentarily silhouetted by the form of a great demon. A sulfurous stench overtakes you.
21:27:54:94 | You say, "You will learn."
21:28:07:204 | The sanguine roots making up The Altar of the Cult of the Leechwood pulse, the form of the grotesque chantry giving way to separate, writhing tentacle-like vines. Striking out within their immediate sphere of influence, you feel weakened as the baleful tendrils vacillate near you; flora is tinged with grey, fauna moves sluggishly, as the roots absorb energy from their surroundings, flailing about in search of the great power they sense.
21:28:18:911 | Aleutia silently palms a scorched sliver into her hand, her gaze levelling upon Paesa.
21:28:26:645 | Aleutia takes up a scorched sliver in her left hand.
21:28:43:855 | Paesa watches curiously for a moment, entranced by the display of power.
21:29:00:640 | You have emoted: Lionas stands amongst the flailing tendrils, his gaze locked to Paesa's.
21:29:12:408 | With astounding alacrity, one of the many tendril-like roots that made up the Altar wraps firmly around the wrist of the entity present, recoiling toward its base as it attempts to drag her within the main body of the altar's writhing mass.
21:29:44:928 | Paesa says, "What do you think you are doing?"
21:30:02:159 | You say, "I have been told my lectures can kill. Usually from boredom. Not today."
21:30:12:888 | Rowynn blinks.
21:30:27:460 | Paesa struggles against the grasping strength of the roots, the light within her cascading in a blur of vibration.
21:30:44:539 | Aleutia slips quietly from the group gathered, keeping away from the roots best she can as she comes to stand near Paesa. Tilting her head faintly to the side, the human whispers softly to the Entity.
21:30:51:673 | Aleutia whispers to Paesa, "Remember this."
21:31:28:911 | Aleutia slams a scorched sliver into the body of Paesa, where the heart would be upon a mortal, her expression contorted into a hateful glare.
21:31:44:540 | Paesa tosses her translucent head back and releases a primal scream of fury and rage towards the skies.
21:31:51:19 | As Paesa continues to struggle against the malevolent strength of the Leechwood's animate root, a second writhing tendril wraps itself around Her free wrist. A third brushes against Her open palm, and the tangible feeling that a great and terrible consciousness has taken hold overcomes your senses momentarily. All at once, Paesa ceases her struggling; at that moment, the main body of the writhing eldritch mass plunges in her direction, piercing the body of the Entity.
21:32:24:697 | The vicious cast of Paesa’s eyes fades, replaced now by sheer terror that widens them to great proportions. She attempts to catch the eye of a sympathetic observer, pleading silently for her freedom.
21:32:39:884 | Rowynn creases her brow in a frown.
21:32:45:655 | You have emoted: Lionas strides away from the altar, his back turned to those assembled.
21:33:47:743 | Aleutia keeps her gaze leveled with Paesa's, murmuring, "You are not Her. Remember that as well."
21:33:51:323 | Paesa utters a strange phrase in an ancient tongue, and the area surrounding her is filled with flame and shadow.
21:34:09:388 | You say, "I believe this has been.. instructional."
21:34:11:310 | With careful, deliberate motion, the roots of the great Leechwood withdraw to their original location and configuration, the form of Paesa disappearing within them, absorbed wholly by the sanguine mass.
21:34:12:706 | The shadows converge upon the struggling form the entity momentarily, and then halt, their movements impotent against the power of the altar.
21:34:14:250 | Ahkan whispers to Paesa, "If there was ever a time to burn things, now would be it."
21:34:28:554 | Feeling like an eternity, several moments pass in silence, Nature itself seeming to shudder to a halt.
21:35:20:838 | The cruel laughter of a dryad is heard from the direction of the altar, echoing all around you as an unexpected wind roars through the area.
The following is a WORLD EMOTE
21:35:39:113 | A terrible malevolence settles over the land; birds cease their chirping as a peal of laughter spills from the very earth, carried upon a sudden howling wind.
The following is a WORLD EMOTE
21:36:04:603 | The ground beneath you shakes as a palpable force travels below you, originating in the Al'drym and traveling toward the Deadwoods.
21:36:13:868 | You say, "Follow me."
21:36:41:184 | You kneel before a blistered leechwood tree, swearing your allegiance to it.
21:36:41:428 | You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
21:37:09:371 | You say, "I am surprised it was as simple a matter as it was."
21:37:22:535 | Aleutia tilts her head faintly to the side, moving to stand next to Rowynn.
21:37:45:988 | You say, "Do you feel the strength We have gained? It buoys my spirit."
21:38:03:755 | Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "I so.. of liked ... .un... little thing."
21:38:09:37 | Ahkan opens the bevor of his plate helm.
21:38:15:5 | You say, "Come again?"
21:38:18:602 | Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "I sort of liked the hungry little thing."
21:38:23:637 | The Leechwood begins to vibrate and thrum with a strange, rhythmic noise.
21:38:35:560 | Blackthorn Dryad, Aleutia Sol'Anlumaire says, "She trifled in matters not concerning her."
21:38:44:422 | (Tzolkin): Levli says, "Anyone else feel that?"
21:38:46:908 | Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to Kanthari, "We should have done this with Ienteres?"
21:38:49:627 | (Tzolkin): You say, "Of course I did."
21:38:52:680 | Ixielle grins mischievously.
21:38:58:500 | Rowynn chews uncertainly on her lower lip, brow furrowing as she glances up at the Leechwood.
21:38:58:740 | Kanthari appears contemplative, flicking a scarlet glance toward the Leechwood. "Fire would have suited him better," the elf replies.
21:39:24:88 | Aleutia wraps a comforting arm around Rowynn.
21:39:26:820 | (Tzolkin): You say, "The world will feel the machinations of Our roots."
21:39:30:968 | Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says to Kanthari, "I told Paesa, right before she was consumed, that the moment to learn how to manipulate fire was....and then the altar consumed her."
21:39:34:768 | Aleutia whispers something to Rowynn.
21:39:36:126 | Ahkan shrugs helplessly at Kanthari.
The following is a WORLD EMOTE
21:39:41:266 | The forests of the world stir as a malignant force surveys them, the feeling of impending war stirring within your very bones.
21:39:47:72 | Rowynn creases her brow in a frown.
21:39:49:163 | Rowynn leans on Aleutia seeking consolation.
21:39:55:502 | (Tzolkin): Levli says, "Ah.. wasn't sure what it was."
21:40:04:165 | The spine-chilling call of wolves, jackals and coyotes are accompanied by the shrieks of corrupted dryads and warped treants who howl in triumph as Olanre of the Leechwood emerges to reign.
21:40:30:515 | Olanre appears out of thin air.
21:40:30:785 | (Tzolkin): You say, "Now you do."
21:40:51:105 | Olanre casts her cruel eye over those gathered before her and reaches a warped arm out towards Aleutia, Lionas and the others in turn.
21:41:08:251 | Olanre says, "I am Olanre, of the Leechwood. We are one. We are. We shall reign."
21:41:26:810 | Olanre stretches slowly, examining her crooked arms and gazing down the new length of her ligneous legs. She laughs to find her root-like toes furrowing into the loamy soil, burrowing and seeking purchase.
21:41:44:394 | You say, "I am Lionas, Redwood Blight, the Harbinger. You are Mine, as I Yours."
21:41:57:816 | (Cavalcade): Ahkan says, "I am Ahkan. I do what he tells me to."
21:42:00:900 | (Cavalcade): Ahkan says, "Derpderp."
The following is an AREA EMOTE
21:42:07:905 | Violent flashes of light surround Olanre and the Tree, blinding in their brilliance and frightening in their intensity. Her throaty laughter echoes in booms across Khandava, ringing in the trees.
21:42:22:975 | Sarciossis, riding a rugged Paran zebra, arrives from the west.
21:42:22:976 | He is followed by a ravenous hound.
21:42:38:465 | Olanre offers those gathered a look of pure hatred and condescension as she moves to take a step forward.
21:42:52:565 | Ahkan grunts noncommittally.
21:42:53:525 | Olanre screams in agony, followed swiftly by a ferocious and harrowing snarl.
21:43:00:794 | Sarciossis clicks.
21:43:13:112 | The twisted roots of Olanre's limbs and the corrupt roots of the Tree are shown to be conjoined, preventing her departure from the confines of the soil in the vicinity.
21:43:54:182 | You are not a member of any cult.
21:43:58:50 | Kanthari turns to face Sarciossis, his voice low as he intones, "Leave. This is not your affair."
21:44:02:236 | Olanre turns to Lionas, confusion evident upon her face.
21:44:04:693 | Aleutia gives a low laugh, mirth suddenly alighting across her features as she watches Olanre.
21:44:10:872 | Olanre says, "You dare to confine us? We would march upon the forests and cities of the world! We would spread our power and might to the four corners!"
21:44:11:258 | Sarciossis bows respectfully to Kanthari.
21:44:19:12 | Sarciossis, riding a rugged Paran zebra, leaves to the west.
21:44:19:14 | He is followed by a ravenous hound.
21:44:46:470 | Olanre lifts her crooked arms towards the Tree, and an audible thrumming noise fills the air. Speaking in an ancient tongue, she causes the Tree to burst forth into a flurry of growth.
21:44:55:161 | You have emoted: Lionas smirks, intoning, "Time".
21:45:25:803 | Blackthorn Dryad, Aleutia Sol'Anlumaire laughingly says to Olanre, "The howl comes after the kill, never before."
21:46:16:181 | Formed from the fused lengths of numerous arm-thick ropes of red-black fiber, the eldritch form of the leechwood tree rises far out of sight into the sky above. The wood of the tree pulses slowly, drawing energy into itself from the collection of root structures trailing out of its base. A rhythmic thrumming noise is audible, emanating from the heart of the tree. With each powerful vibration, a burst of evolution can be seen in the leaves and root base. Along the surface of the wood, various open sores have formed, leaking a grey-blue sap tinged with red that shimmers as it runs down the length of the tree. A small depression can be seen beneath one of the lower hanging branches, the interior darker than the deepest night. The leaves of the tree, abundant in the high overhead near the canopy, are a stark ghost white, run through with veins of the same grey-blue that leaks from the sores evident along its trunk. Various leaves have also become infused with a ruddy, sanguineous shade. A dark veil surrounds the tree, giving the perception of perpetual night.
21:46:20:634 | Olanre turns her attentions towards Aleutia and says in a chilling tone, "So the Burned Man says."
21:46:44:557 | Aleutia replies with another low laugh, her gaze defiant, "Bring him to me."
21:46:58:230 | You have emoted: Lionas turns to Aleutia, repeating, "Time".
21:47:11:163 | Olanre crooks a wry smile at Aleutia, and erupts into baleful peals of laughter.
21:47:27:163 | Iluv tells you, "Let me know when you guys are not so busy."
21:47:36:259 | Aleutia says to Lionas "The time is now for jackals to howl." Turning once more to Olanre, she demands once more, "Bring him."
21:47:52:835 | Wreathing about the base of the Leechwood, several green stalks emerge from the soil and soon burst into blooming scarlet chrysanthemum blossoms. An earthy, resinous and soporific fragrance fills the air and dulls the senses.
21:48:16:62 | Olanre appears to calm, taking deep breaths that sound like razors upon bark. She crooks a strange smile and says, “Our will, shall prevail.”
21:48:35:739 | Olanre says, "Our will."
21:48:39:647 | Olanre says, "Shall prevail."
21:49:23:868 | Olanre raises Her arms above Her head, and calls upon the boughs of the great Leechwood to grant Her admittance.
21:49:41:551 | You have emoted: Turning calmly to once again face Olanre, Lionas whispers, barely audible, "Our will."
21:49:55:667 | A flurry of leaves coalesce upon Olanre, and She vanishes within the confines of the tree.
21:50:38:35 | Sai Ahkan Dios, Ultimatum of Sukhder says, "You know, would it really be too hard to create something that isn't creepy?"
21:50:44:192 | You say to Ahkan, "Yes."
21:50:46:948 | The end of Ahkan's churata glows brightly as he takes a long drag from it.
21:50:48:938 | Lowering the churata, Ahkan exhales creating a train of smoke rings that float lazily into the air.
21:51:00:314 | Ahkan shrugs helplessly at you.
21:51:01:708 | You say, "You have seen what there is to see. You may continue your mundane lives."
21:51:32:731 | Aleutia takes a clay flowerpot from a cloak of infernal hues.
21:51:42:434 | Aleutia takes a red rose from a clay flowerpot.
21:51:44:731 | Sorceress Ixielle Sol'Anlumaire says, "Thank you for allowing us to witness this momentous occasion, Prophet."
21:52:01:625 | Candidly, you say, "I expected to need more aid."
21:52:03:150 | You shrug helplessly.
21:52:13:565 | Aleutia lays a red rose at the base of the tree, a vague smile touching her lips as she begins to laugh once more, her voice yet soft as she murmurs, "I remember You."
21:52:17:425 | Aleutia drops a red rose.
21:52:34:656 | Ahkan, Ixielle, Kanthari, Katalina, and Rowynn follow you to the west.
21:52:42:921 | You put your lips to Lyria's Howl and blow.
21:52:42:923 | As you sound the horn, what emerges from it is a great, echoing wolf-howl that seems to leap from tree to tree.
21:52:44:67 | The great howl of a mighty wolf echoes out through the Redwoods, answered a moment later by one, then another, until the great cacophony of a baying pack blankets the entire forest and council.
Her gracile form holds a harrowing, tumultuous beauty. The ashen skin of her body is speckled with roughened ligneous patches that resemble the bark of the Leechwood. Her slender legs taper into contorted roots, perpetually seeking purchase within the soil beneath them. Olanre’s arms are twisted and bent in unnatural positions, akin to the warped and crooked branches of the Tree. A cluster of stark white blue-veined leaves sprout from her shoulders forming an impressive mantle that frames her face. She is crowned with a wreath of scarlet blossoms that surround her with an earthy, green resinous fragrance. Her face is sharply angled, with deep arboraceous hollows and crags. A sanguine light rises from the depths of smoldering, angled eyes both radiant and terrible to behold.
I am the righteous one...
the claims are stated - it's the world I've created