Probably lots of red. With this color palette, probably very vibrant.
[Sheila moves to stand next to her, nearly shoulder to shoulder, the closest they can get to touch. "I know I've told you before, but I'm very proud of you. You've built your own place in the world, specifically in a world that isn't built to give you one. Enjoy every bit of it."]
("What if bringing up the rating gets us out of here," he says, slowly dragging a finger along one of the pages. It would just take one paper cut. Except, he does remember, he hates papercuts.
Bonnie can feel her presence, her power, her wisdom right beside her as she spots - of course. )
I had to carve it out myself. ( She trails off, finding it. ) That's our Grimoire.
( She braces herself against the shelf, holds herself in place as she reaches up. Pulling it down, she grips it tight. )
[As she pulls it down, she'll hear the muffled rattle in the spine of the key emerging. "What you all are doing here is a big working. It's undoing a long-lasting evil." It's worth doing, worth the sacrifices that were made to get Bonnie here. "The Inner Circle has been allowed to do what they've done for far too long."
Jo scans over the books, keeping her eyes away from the blood until she catches sight of a worn but familiar book sitting on the shelves. Not a grimmoire, the way it was for Bonnie, but an old family history that the coven kept. The names of all the witches who lost the merge, so they wouldn't be forgotten. She reaches up to pull it down.]
And, they've had tabs on Elena all her life. ( Everything she learned about the Inner Circle has her in her grandmother's corner. There's been bloodshed. And years of betrayals. And shackles. The book flops open in her hand, revealing the house key she used to use to get into her grandmother's house. She holds it up to show her grandmother. She probably recognizes it, too. ) You're always with me.
( Kai pulls his hand away, looking at its' animated structure. He had himself for - ten? Fifteen? Minutes? Enough to snark somewhere other than his sister's mind. )
["Always," Sheila nods with a smile, before nodding towards the door appearing in the middle of the room. "I love you." And once Bonnie goes, she'll fade back into the shadows again.
Jo opens the book and the key appears in the middle of it, the familiar shape of the one in the old house in Portland. She picks it up, placing the book to the side, before looking back at her brother.
She has all the reasons in the world not to trust him, but for some reason she wants to try. She shifts, and extends it out to him.]
( Bonnie comes back down the stairs as Kai studies his sister's gesture. The old Kai would accept it, throw a little invisique flair in, hold the two of them hostage. Maybe pull Bonnie's gran-gran back into the proceedings. Make it everyone else's problem.
But, he knows what awaits him. And, he'd rather the coven be in his debt - so to speak - then to cause them more and more trouble. He's just getting stuffed back down inside his sister's mind after this, anyway.
His footsteps echo as he meets his sister there and takes the key in his hand. )
Come on, Bonster, we got a door to catch. ( He sing-songs his call-out, spinning around just as Bonnie takes the last step.
"I'm right here, Kai." She can see Jo is all in one piece. She frowns, seeing that the key is in Kai's possession. Because Jo isn't reacting and there isn't far to go, she tries to temper her questioning look as she also turns toward the big door.
She and Kai approach together, with Jo right behind. She eyes Kai, hand regripping her key, finding the left keyhole, waiting for Kai to do the same. "On three." He better do it on three, and she hopes Jo will count down with her. "One, two, three." )
[The keys turn, the door opens, and they find themselves stepping through to the other side in time with the rest of the rooms. All eight of them stand over a basin that flows down into a ceremonial setting flanked by six coffins. In the center of the setting is a stone pillar with six names carved in relief that they can see:
John Gainor Elizabeth Howe Susannah Gainor George Harper Louis Melroux Celeste Marchant
Beneath them, four more names seem to have been struck from the roster, bodies destroyed and witches dead.
But in between them and that basin are a proverbial flood - but instead of water, it's spirits. Every spirit who was forced out of their bodies so the parents could ascend. Every child abused by their ancestor so they could remain encased in flesh. They stand guard, faces flickering as they wait for the coven who came to challenge them to descend and try to get to the last remaining anchor of the spell.
( Luke's steps up next to his sister, their brother to his right, and then his friend Annie rounds them off. On his left, Jo, Bonnie, Rowena, and then finally Freya come up beside him.
The room is ornate and ceremonial. It would be pretty if they're weren't a bevy of trapped souls below them. )
Are they waiting for us to free them or are they looking for a fight?
All spirits are different, but Sam told me about what happens when a spirit doesn't crossover. Sometimes, their humanity strips away and madness sets in. They could act like rabid dogs if unleashed.
( And do they have to be unleashed?
Bonnie walks the line along the river, Shepherd peers into the infinite abyss of souls and Rowena does an arcana check: (13 with advantage, she'd old, but, not Inner Circle) )
[Rowena feels ... something like a magnet. A very specific magnet designed for a very specific kind of spirit. She doesn't know for sure, but she senses that the Inner Circle likely needed somewhere to stash the souls of all the bodies they were hijacking.
Freya also tries to sense something off the ghosts (13), but she sees the sigils built into the walls and she squints at them curiously.]
I think the only thing that's keeping them from finding peace is what's holding them here.
[One of the spirits leans closer to Bonnie, and there is something familiar in his features. The sandy dark hair, the sharp angle of his face reminds her of someone she hasn't spoken to in a while. "Bennett ... Bennett witch ..." The voice fades, and he struggles to find the words again. "Will you ... release ... " The runes flare, and he flickers before being forced back into his original position.]
( She stiffens, the spirit approaching her, but she'd recognize the mischief, the facial hair, the scowl. )
Mr. Gainor?
( She watches him flicker and end up a few feet away again as she notices the sigils.
"This chamber acts as a magnet for the souls they absorb," Rowena says, eyeing the spirits and then the sigils. "If we overpower these sigils, I believe they'll be nothing standing in the way between us and victory."
Hell, if they do it right, these spirits could probably take the bodies down with them. They are poised.
Luke reaches a hand out, testing.
Shepherd feels the nearby wall to see what he can glean (15). Can a siphon drain the nearest sigil? )
[Luke's hand is met with a small amount of magical resistance, almost as though he's pressing just against the edge of a bubble, and one of the witches near him presses closer, almost as though sensing the life it's been deprived of.
Annie notices Shep siphoning, and she can't help a hesitant:]
Careful.
[This is a trap made for Gemini witches. They might be prepared.
The first thing he notices when he starts is that there is a great deal of magic behind the sigils. Even with the little bit he takes, there seems to be a well of magic to fill back in and take it's place.
Not re-siphoning him the way it did for the twins in Prague. But he can feel the edges of a trap lurking there, even if he can't figure out exactly how it's going to snap.]
There's endless power here. Keeps reconstituting itself. I took some in, just to see if I could. If I kept going, I don't know if I could ever stop. it's probably designed that way.
[There are ways. They just have to find a way to cut the rune off from it's power supply and that may take more time than they have.
Annie makes a face. "Are you regretting not taking the boss instead of me?" It's mostly a joke, but Abernathy is the runes expert. Not that he would have been as happy to help.]
[The magic is almost an infinity loop. The runes bind the ghosts to the space. The ghost's magic is drained to the bubble, which is then fed into the runes which hold them in place. And all of the power lines of the cage run directly back to the pillar standing in the center of the bubble.
His sister, who also rolled incredibly well (nat 20), steps up next to him.]
You see it too?
[That the center of the problem means getting past all those ghosts?]
They could be spelled to attack if we engage. Or attack the big rock.
("Well, we can't all just stand here forever, now, can we?" Rowena asks, gesturing to the pool of spirits. "Who has a theory? There are no wrong answers."
Or a plan?
"I could 'invisique,' see if that gets me -- in." Luke offers, considering that possibility. )
[She nods to Liv, because she doesn't want him to be alone, invisible, in a sea of spirits that could turn and attack him.
In the meantime, they can work on something else.
Freya turns to study the runes behind her, the pattern starting to emerge clearly. "We could also break the pattern, maybe? Disrupting it hear might weaken whatever control they have on the spirits."]
[Liv nods and slowly follows after him, keeping her steps in line with his as they move down into the crowd of spirits, all of them ignoring them for now, but still stepping aside as though to make space for the spell they can't see.
Freya glances over at Shep, before turning back to the runes.]
How much can you siphon safely? Even if it's only one or two runes, there might be some backlash. You could potentially absorb it, but I don't want to overwhelm you.
( Luke is careful, keeping his hand in his sister's as they make there way through the sea of spirits, drawing closer to the pillar.
"Honestly, I don't know. Even what little I siphoned from before, it felt like what I took was replenished the instant it was taken," Shepherd says.
Rowena contemplates trying to materialize a sledgehammer. "Runes such as these can be overwhelmed. Shorted. But, we are one angel down with that much power." If there were someone to channel, to balance Shepherd out, she wonders. "Perhaps if he had something grounding him. Like rubber and electricity," she posits. )
[She's never been an overtly powerful witch, everything about her more kinetic than overtly magical. She can channel energy or magic in different directions, so it would be fairly easy to use herself as a conductor for whatever Shep is siphoning.]
He siphons, I channel him and draw the magic down, you two break the runes?
[Meanwhile, in the sea of ghosts, they don't seem to have noticed the twins yet (10). Luke and Liv continue to weave through the spirits, and as they move deeper into the throng, they can see the spirits deteriorate as they get closer and closer to the pillar the longer they've been trapped here. Some of them barely have faces.]
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Probably lots of red. With this color palette, probably very vibrant.
[Sheila moves to stand next to her, nearly shoulder to shoulder, the closest they can get to touch. "I know I've told you before, but I'm very proud of you. You've built your own place in the world, specifically in a world that isn't built to give you one. Enjoy every bit of it."]
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Bonnie can feel her presence, her power, her wisdom right beside her as she spots - of course. )
I had to carve it out myself. ( She trails off, finding it. ) That's our Grimoire.
( She braces herself against the shelf, holds herself in place as she reaches up. Pulling it down, she grips it tight. )
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Jo scans over the books, keeping her eyes away from the blood until she catches sight of a worn but familiar book sitting on the shelves. Not a grimmoire, the way it was for Bonnie, but an old family history that the coven kept. The names of all the witches who lost the merge, so they wouldn't be forgotten. She reaches up to pull it down.]
Or we find the thing they want us to find.
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( Kai pulls his hand away, looking at its' animated structure. He had himself for - ten? Fifteen? Minutes? Enough to snark somewhere other than his sister's mind. )
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Jo opens the book and the key appears in the middle of it, the familiar shape of the one in the old house in Portland. She picks it up, placing the book to the side, before looking back at her brother.
She has all the reasons in the world not to trust him, but for some reason she wants to try. She shifts, and extends it out to him.]
You want to do the honors?
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But, he knows what awaits him. And, he'd rather the coven be in his debt - so to speak - then to cause them more and more trouble. He's just getting stuffed back down inside his sister's mind after this, anyway.
His footsteps echo as he meets his sister there and takes the key in his hand. )
Come on, Bonster, we got a door to catch. ( He sing-songs his call-out, spinning around just as Bonnie takes the last step.
"I'm right here, Kai." She can see Jo is all in one piece. She frowns, seeing that the key is in Kai's possession. Because Jo isn't reacting and there isn't far to go, she tries to temper her questioning look as she also turns toward the big door.
She and Kai approach together, with Jo right behind. She eyes Kai, hand regripping her key, finding the left keyhole, waiting for Kai to do the same. "On three." He better do it on three, and she hopes Jo will count down with her. "One, two, three." )
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John Gainor
Elizabeth Howe
Susannah Gainor
George Harper
Louis Melroux
Celeste Marchant
Beneath them, four more names seem to have been struck from the roster, bodies destroyed and witches dead.
But in between them and that basin are a proverbial flood - but instead of water, it's spirits. Every spirit who was forced out of their bodies so the parents could ascend. Every child abused by their ancestor so they could remain encased in flesh. They stand guard, faces flickering as they wait for the coven who came to challenge them to descend and try to get to the last remaining anchor of the spell.
Liv stares down at the mass of them, eyes wide.]
Holy shit.
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The room is ornate and ceremonial. It would be pretty if they're weren't a bevy of trapped souls below them. )
Are they waiting for us to free them or are they looking for a fight?
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[The she pauses, because the more accurate answer is likely:]
Both. If they've been collecting the ghosts here since the beginning, some of them may only have the rage left.
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( And do they have to be unleashed?
Bonnie walks the line along the river, Shepherd peers into the infinite abyss of souls and Rowena does an arcana check: (13 with advantage, she'd old, but, not Inner Circle) )
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Freya also tries to sense something off the ghosts (13), but she sees the sigils built into the walls and she squints at them curiously.]
I think the only thing that's keeping them from finding peace is what's holding them here.
[One of the spirits leans closer to Bonnie, and there is something familiar in his features. The sandy dark hair, the sharp angle of his face reminds her of someone she hasn't spoken to in a while. "Bennett ... Bennett witch ..." The voice fades, and he struggles to find the words again. "Will you ... release ... " The runes flare, and he flickers before being forced back into his original position.]
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Mr. Gainor?
( She watches him flicker and end up a few feet away again as she notices the sigils.
"This chamber acts as a magnet for the souls they absorb," Rowena says, eyeing the spirits and then the sigils. "If we overpower these sigils, I believe they'll be nothing standing in the way between us and victory."
Hell, if they do it right, these spirits could probably take the bodies down with them. They are poised.
Luke reaches a hand out, testing.
Shepherd feels the nearby wall to see what he can glean (15). Can a siphon drain the nearest sigil? )
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Annie notices Shep siphoning, and she can't help a hesitant:]
Careful.
[This is a trap made for Gemini witches. They might be prepared.
The first thing he notices when he starts is that there is a great deal of magic behind the sigils. Even with the little bit he takes, there seems to be a well of magic to fill back in and take it's place.
Not re-siphoning him the way it did for the twins in Prague. But he can feel the edges of a trap lurking there, even if he can't figure out exactly how it's going to snap.]
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There's endless power here. Keeps reconstituting itself. I took some in, just to see if I could. If I kept going, I don't know if I could ever stop. it's probably designed that way.
( It could probably overpower any of them. )
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[There are ways. They just have to find a way to cut the rune off from it's power supply and that may take more time than they have.
Annie makes a face. "Are you regretting not taking the boss instead of me?" It's mostly a joke, but Abernathy is the runes expert. Not that he would have been as happy to help.]
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( He promises.
Luke studies the runes, the walls, the invisible forcefield, and closes his eyes, doing his own sensing. What does he glean from his (17) )
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His sister, who also rolled incredibly well (nat 20), steps up next to him.]
You see it too?
[That the center of the problem means getting past all those ghosts?]
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( "Part the red seas, as it were," Rowena says, unable to find an in to the spirit field (8).
"I don't think they mean us harm," Bonnie says, stepping close again, looking to see if she sees the elder Gainor. )
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Jo trusts Bonnie, but she's not sure if she can trust that assessment.]
They may not mean it, but they also may not have a choice. They have to be here for a reason.
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( "Well, we can't all just stand here forever, now, can we?" Rowena asks, gesturing to the pool of spirits. "Who has a theory? There are no wrong answers."
Or a plan?
"I could 'invisique,' see if that gets me -- in." Luke offers, considering that possibility. )
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[She nods to Liv, because she doesn't want him to be alone, invisible, in a sea of spirits that could turn and attack him.
In the meantime, they can work on something else.
Freya turns to study the runes behind her, the pattern starting to emerge clearly. "We could also break the pattern, maybe? Disrupting it hear might weaken whatever control they have on the spirits."]
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( Luke grabs his sister's hand and he smiles. It always comes back to them. Together, they say it at the same time: "Invisique," they say.
Rowena sticks close to Freya.
"We could crack the stone," she says. "A sigil is only as powerful as it is intact." )
We could definitely do some disruption.
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Freya glances over at Shep, before turning back to the runes.]
How much can you siphon safely? Even if it's only one or two runes, there might be some backlash. You could potentially absorb it, but I don't want to overwhelm you.
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"Honestly, I don't know. Even what little I siphoned from before, it felt like what I took was replenished the instant it was taken," Shepherd says.
Rowena contemplates trying to materialize a sledgehammer. "Runes such as these can be overwhelmed. Shorted. But, we are one angel down with that much power." If there were someone to channel, to balance Shepherd out, she wonders. "Perhaps if he had something grounding him. Like rubber and electricity," she posits. )
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[She's never been an overtly powerful witch, everything about her more kinetic than overtly magical. She can channel energy or magic in different directions, so it would be fairly easy to use herself as a conductor for whatever Shep is siphoning.]
He siphons, I channel him and draw the magic down, you two break the runes?
[Meanwhile, in the sea of ghosts, they don't seem to have noticed the twins yet (10). Luke and Liv continue to weave through the spirits, and as they move deeper into the throng, they can see the spirits deteriorate as they get closer and closer to the pillar the longer they've been trapped here. Some of them barely have faces.]
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