Laios's Heart Game

[myhungryass]

It's dark, and you are not quite conscious. You have the sense that you are climbing; that you have been climbing for a long time. You can feel the burn in your thighs, the ache in your calves. You're a little too hot, and what you're wearing is a little too heavy. You have the sense of taking a last weary, heaving step onto a plateau.



You find yourself in a dark, blank place, dominated by a huge, dead monster, building sized, as big as a tower. Each of its enormous heads that you can see laid out before you is easily the size of a ballroom. There is blood on its lips and nostrils, blood crusted around its empty eye-sockets, but there is a feeling of hollowness about it. On second thought, you're not quite sure if it's a corpse or a moult.

There is no sign of the stairs you vaguely remember climbing. You are standing on the surface of some opaque black liquid. It feels almost completely solid under your feet, springy, but your footsteps leave ripples spreading out in rings... all around you is a velvety, impenetrable darkness. The only thing you can see is the vast, lifeless beast in front of you, illuminated as if by spotlights, though no actual light-source can be found.

Its orifices are mostly clogged with blood, but somehow, as you stare at it, one vaulted nostril on the wolf's head begins to seem like an archway... the lolling tongue hanging out of the rhinoceros's head like an entry ramp... the exposed, hollow eye-socket on the eagle's head like a portal...

Of course, if you're not quite ready to step inside a monster, you could keep walking around its body and see what you find.

Comments

[adhorsive]

aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA [kicks it]

[myhungryass]

Depending on which part you kick, you either hurt your foot, or you don't. Either way, it doesn't even shift the tiniest bit.

[girlsniktdoor]

[Laura is not thrilled about the prospect of climbing into a corpse. This can't smell good. She'll circle around.]

[myhungryass]

The air is heavy with the scent of blood and meat. It doesn't smell at all of decay, at least. (Yet...?)

Ripples spread from each step as she begins her walk around the corpse. Does she circle to the left, around the canine head, or to right, around the avian head?

[aluminumfoil]

[Ah.

Is this how big Laios wanted it to be?

He. Touches the enormous bloody nose of the dog head]

What... happened...?

[He stares until he gets the sense that he could climb inside, and. Ohhh god. Has to work himself up to it. He walks around the body.]

[myhungryass]

The blood is tacky, but the tiny bit of the nose which Kabru can cover with his hand feels warm. Alive...? Not quite, but... somehow, there isn't the feel of death.

The air is heavy with the scent of blood and meat. It doesn't smell at all of decay, at least.

Ripples spread from each step as he begins his walk around the corpse. Does he circle to the left, around the canine head, or to right, around the avian head?

[dragonindungeon]

[ Falin places her hands on the nearest head, as though saying a prayer for the beast or simply petting at its fur. Does she sense anything magically? ]

[myhungryass]

The tip of the rhino's nose feels almost silky. She can sense Laios's spirit everywhere. She might get the idea that she's just at the surface of things.

[owlimony]

[blink. blink. blink blink blink.]

Oh my.

[wheezing slightly from the exertion of that climb. approaching the monster with . . . concern, but the sympathetic kind, putting a gentle hand on it]

Whatever happened here . . .?

[myhungryass]

There's no answer. The word seems to fall dead in the stifling air.

The tip of the rhino's nose feels almost silky and warm. Alive...? Not quite, but... somehow, there isn't the feel of death.

[lapinlazuli]

[Harriet takes in the grim sight before her. A big monster... with multiple heads... there's only one person she knows who would have a dream about something like this.]

.....well, shit.

[She rushes up to the rhino's head- and hesitates. As much as she'd like to get to the bottom of this she is not thrilled about the idea of crawling inside a giant dead monster. So instead she stands near the open mouth, cups her hands around her mouth, and yells.]

HEY, LAIOS! YOU IN THERE?

[myhungryass]

There's no answer. As loud as she yelled, the words still seem to fall dead in the stifling air.

[applecar]

[Pulls out a little disposable camera and snaps a picture of it.]

[myhungryass]

It's probably hard to get the whole thing in the shot.

[misenplaits]

Marcille stares up at the giant monster corpse and drags her hand down her face. She knows exactly who is responsible for this.

"Laios!" she yells. "What in the heck do you think you're doing?"

[myhungryass]

There's no answer. As loud as she yelled, the words still seem to fall dead in the stifling air.

[psycholumin]

Ooookayyy...

[Yeah, Metawing is not ready to just walk inside a mysterious dead monster yet. Is it even really dead? What happened to it?

She'll walk around and investigate the outside a little first.]

[myhungryass]

The air is heavy with the scent of blood and meat. It doesn't smell at all of decay, at least. (Yet...?)

Ripples spread from each step as she begins her walk around the corpse. Does she circle to the left, around the canine head, or to right, around the avian head?

[psionicmolotov]

Kimmuriel doesn't even balk at the idea of going in, though he does circle around the corpse to see if there's anything he's missing first. Best to be thorough, after all.

[myhungryass]

Does he circle to the left, around the wolf head, or to the right, around the eagle?

[pocketlockpick]

[I hate my life right now.]

This is some sort of fucked up mad sorcerer thing, isn't it?

[He's going to just study the heads one by one carefully. Is there any sounds coming from the holes?]

[myhungryass]

No. It's oppressively quiet. The only sound is the soft impact of his feet on the dark water. The air is heavy with the scent of blood.

[nevercaught]

"Oh Laios," Jarlaxle says, softly, standing back to get a good look at the monster. It seems obvious to him who this dream belongs to—who else would fill it with a giant many-headed monster? But he cannot think it being dead is a good sign.

After a moment, he reaches up to touch the house emblem surreptitiously pinned on the inside of his cloak and levitates up to the eye-socket of the eagle.

[myhungryass]

He can do that! Up it goes...

[scentsibility]

[ oh my god, the stench of it. Al tries very hard not to lose his lunch immediately, already woozy from the way ... up here ...? wait, how'd he get here?? he's not approaching the monster first, taking a look around to see what he can find. ]

[myhungryass]

Thankfully, there's no scent at all of decay, at least. The air is heavy with the scent of blood, but that's the worst of it.

Aside from the monster, there's nothing but the dark surface of the water. If Al walks far enough away, he'll find himself somehow looping back, those three bestial heads looming up quickly again.