((So more actionably))
((I propose we create an Interrupt for the case that the Demon tires to compel our Vessel to feast on another person. But I feel it is imperative that all things regarding this be contained in (()) so the Demon gets no advance warning with which to prepare.
Should this interrupt need a specific action rather than just being a forced pause for us to deliberate,I propose the internal Evocation: Non-Vital electrical impulses in the Vessel's spinal column are reversibly stopped))
Sleep leads to dreams?
((replies of the form:
">>969131
Agree/Disagree"))

1/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:02 No. 969159 ID: d63ea8
File 159158534967.jpg - (101.60KB , 800x1067 , Cover Key.jpg )

>Cover the key up.
I move the pillow back over the Key of Umbra.
It is a gift that is hard to steal, but easy to lose.

2/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:02 No. 969160 ID: d63ea8
File 159158535381.jpg - (166.80KB , 800x1067 , Mashed Worms.jpg )

Transmission Start: >>/questdis/133099
>*concern* Etzil?
>Oh shit, that better not be Etzil bleeding under the bed. Quickly lift up the end of the bed and make sure whatever is under there is alright.
I am suddenly flooded with concern, and it wakes me from my tired stupor, even if for just a moment.
The corner of the bed is lifted with ease.
I am getting stronger.
Etzil is not here.

>...what’s that red under the corner?
It is blood, but not quite.
Some odd mucus seems to glisten on the surface, intermixing with the dark liquid.
Worms of various sizes seem scattered beneath the bed.
The larger ones look to have been crushed, but the smaller ones are not responsive either.
I have not seen worms like this.
They seem fat…

3/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:02 No. 969161 ID: d63ea8
File 159158535868.jpg - (169.23KB , 800x1067 , They Look Tasty.jpg )

...and tasty...

4/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:02 No. 969162 ID: d63ea8
File 159158536355.jpg - (158.61KB , 800x1067 , Good Eating on Them.jpg )

I pick up the worms, and keep them for later.

5/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:02 No. 969163 ID: d63ea8
File 159158536849.jpg - (267.47KB , 800x1067 , Divining Ichor.jpg )

>Divine blood(?)
These life-fluids have been shed recently, one had attempted escape, but was pulled back into the Beyond.
It had been ambushed in its weakest state, believing it was in its safest place.
The colour, a mechanism for doubt.

As others might view the life-fluids as tainted, or poisoned, but it is a facade.
It will remain delicious and nourishing for a while yet.

Yet the waking world affects this one far more than others, as even the Beyond cannot fully contain its shape.

6/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:05 No. 969164 ID: d63ea8
File 159158550874.jpg - (226.56KB , 800x1067 , Divining Rest.jpg )

>Divine the bed.
This place is a castle to the one who sleeps here.
The mortal can use the many walkways and towers to see the greatest heights, and the furthest depths.
Behind its walls, few can enter.
But the enemy has its contacts within, and they are quiet and diligent in their sabotage.
Yet the foundation still endures.

But the material is not as fortified.
Its collapse has wounded the monster that has made its home in the dungeons.

The way to the dreaming is open.
And the Key to be kept near and seen by all.

Yet there is a second key.
Concealed in the dreaming.
Where the mortal can’t easily find it.

7/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:05 No. 969165 ID: d63ea8
File 159158551393.jpg - (218.55KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Burying.jpg )

>Divine under the bed.
Even the oldest of fortresses still have their secrets.
And this may be one of them.
The architect of this place still has an office in a small secluded corner.

His constructions yield no blueprints.
Yet all is created to fit, even if it defies the eye.
And the mind.

Here too was a battlefield.
But the architect did not witness it.

The monster had Evaded the initial strikes, not knowing that it was being driven to a far greater trap.

8/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:05 No. 969166 ID: d63ea8
File 159158551664.jpg - (100.03KB , 800x1067 , The Hooks Above.jpg )

>...it looks like something crawled in from the ceiling. Look up. Didn’t look up before...
>Looked up.
Hooks gently sway in the hidden rafters above…
As if a soft breeze pulls the to and fro.
Is that why I cannot see the ceiling anymore?

They look inviting.

9/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:05 No. 969167 ID: d63ea8
File 159158552173.jpg - (212.54KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Hanging.jpg )

>Divine ceiling.
What waits above is a great She.
She who has many branches.
She who keeps many Names.
She who holds many, and carries many burdens.
She who provides paradise to those who are weary.
She who lends her many names to those who can pay.
She who is pragmatic.
She who can always be bargained with.
She who buys and sells with the lives of mortals.

She has been hired recently.
She should not be trifled with.

10/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:05 No. 969168 ID: d63ea8
File 159158552531.jpg - (90.97KB , 800x1067 , What of the End-Times.jpg )

>Examine the window to the Abyss, it looks as though it may lead somewhere else right now.
>Looked down.
>Turned right.
I have not seen this sky before.
Nor have I ever seen a sky within the Abyss at all.

A red moon is stapled into the bloodied sky.
Dark lines shiver and tremble from its surface, casting a light over the barren wasteland below.
The place seems dead…

...and rotting.

11/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:07 No. 969169 ID: d63ea8
File 159158566332.jpg - (212.40KB , 800x1067 , Divining (Not Yet).jpg )

>Divine the drawer.
>(Contested against Potency)
>Information has been Altered.
>(Potency is too weak)

Ah ah ah!
Aren’t you being a little forward.

All that needs to be said is that I am a simple drawer.
And I might have things you wish to have.

Just remember, we each have our roles to play.

And will not forgive you if you ruin my fun.

Don’t worry, all will be revealed.
Be patient.

12/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:07 No. 969170 ID: d63ea8
File 159158567215.jpg - (224.25KB , 800x1067 , Divining the (Clever but No).jpg )

>Divine the desk.
>(Contested against Potency)
>Information has been Altered.
>(Potency is too weak)

This is the desk your Vessel treats with such reverence.
Sure it is old and worn, but such items have a character to them.
A history if you were so inclined.
I can tell you that this desk has been many places, dropped several times, and once bore witness to a fire.

*Sigh*

It is a lovely thing.
But I don’t think your Vessel will be able to talk to it.
I believe it stopped talking a long time ago.

13/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:08 No. 969172 ID: d63ea8
File 159158568222.jpg - (227.66KB , 800x1067 , Divining the (Heath).jpg )

>Divine the window to the Abyss.
>(Contested against Potency)
>Information has been Altered.
>(Potency is too weak)

This is one of the many windows to the Abyss.
I call this one ‘Ruination.’
Poor fools sought to build a better tomorrow.
But instead they destroyed the today.

Something special might happen if you throw a letter into here.

But you best hurry.
It can only be seen by those on the brink of collapse.

14/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:08 No. 969173 ID: d63ea8
File 159158568814.jpg - (204.53KB , 800x1067 , Divining (Growth).jpg )

>Divine the potted plant.
>(Contested against Potency)
>Information has been Altered.
>(Potency is too weak)

This is a little treasure I’ve been holding onto.
I think your Vessel will like it.

A little something that might rival your Vessel in creativity.

It is ready, and full of energy.

Be sure to water it regularly

I hope that you experiment.

15/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:08 No. 969174 ID: d63ea8
File 159158569372.jpg - (173.21KB , 800x1067 , Divining Ink.jpg )

>Divine the inkwell.
This was a gift.
Given by mortal hands for a mortal achievement.
Such a gift was followed with pride.
Then doubt.
Then resentment.
Then despair.

None wish to see what was spelled in the ink.

And thus, talent was deemed failure.

And other goals were sought.

For a while this was an ornament.

But it has been reawakened recently.

While this might give ink…
It requires inspiration.

16/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:10 No. 969175 ID: d63ea8
File 159158580501.jpg - (87.14KB , 800x1067 , Empty Altar.jpg )

>Turned right.
Why am I turning the wrong direction?
The bed was the other way…

17/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:10 No. 969176 ID: d63ea8
File 159158581019.jpg - (182.37KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Broken.jpg )

>Divine the hook where the clock was.
This is a vantage place where the bereaved watched the torture and execution of its kin.
Arms broken and face smashed, this one was allowed to ‘live’ such as it was.
For it was the one to break first.
And thus betray its family.
Only to be tortured again as it watched one after another be broken down and torn apart.
If it could move from its prison it would surely dash the brains of its captor on the floor and paint the walls in blood.
But it could not, for it was a simple thing, that only wished to take simple measurements of simple moments.

18/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:10 No. 969177 ID: d63ea8
File 159158581556.jpg - (224.33KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Full.jpg )

>Divine the closed soup can.
These are simple soups made mysterious by forgotten choice.
That a lie can be as fulfilling as the truth.

But there is fear in the unknown.
Paranoia whispers, even when danger is absent.

While these mixtures are safe, knowledge will be their greatest poison.

19/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:10 No. 969178 ID: d63ea8
File 159158582029.jpg - (243.58KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Emptying.jpg )

>Divine the open soup can.
This simple soup has been enriched with something far greater.
Something to make the lie, a lie itself.
It mixes and coagulates.
Thickening the body with a stoutness the waking cannot fully contain.
But the shapes are enough.
And when they are not seen, they can be fully realized.

20/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:10 No. 969179 ID: d63ea8
File 159158582555.jpg - (216.99KB , 800x1067 , Splintered but Study.jpg )

>Turned right.
I am filled with equal parts of euphoria and outright horror.
A plank has been removed.
My escape-
My doom-

My way…
has been ever so slightly…
Opened.

21/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:12 No. 969180 ID: d63ea8
File 159158595672.jpg - (234.75KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Hollow.jpg )

>Divine the empty soup can.
This once contained a simple soup.
Back when the body lurched back and forth in delirium.
So much had been forgotten.
Yet to remember was to invite the ultimate disaster.

A moment of clarity was whispered into this can.

“I will hide it there, its noise muffled.”

“Just in case.”

“Just in case…”

Such contingencies are best left forgotten.

22/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:12 No. 969181 ID: d63ea8
File 159158596108.jpg - (315.00KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Welded.jpg )

>Divine the door.
>(Contested against Potency)
>Information has been SEALED.
>(Potency is too weak)

The door will not open.
And It will not be broken.

23/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:12 No. 969182 ID: d63ea8
File 159158596569.jpg - (215.32KB , 800x1067 , What Am I.jpg )

>Look down.
My horrible, wretched, form.
I can’t be seen.
I mustn’t go out.

24/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:12 No. 969183 ID: d63ea8
File 159158596944.jpg - (268.48KB , 800x1067 , Divining Steel.jpg )

>Divine the knife.
This tool has been made more than the sum of its parts.
Once it knew only its task, and the neglect of its wielder.
Now it holds something more.
A dependability.
An unspoken trust.

It can strike at those better than it.

But its spine has been weakened, and the edge made dull.

It must be reforged with new purpose.

Then it might be Potent.

25/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:12 No. 969184 ID: d63ea8
File 159158597416.jpg - (267.39KB , 800x1067 , Divining the False Earth.jpg )

>Divine the floor.
Ground spills over to sky, as Space is made unaccountable.
For what is a direction?
Merely an artificial point given meaning for the sake of understanding.
When such meaning is lost, new vistas are made viewable.
That the air and earth might meet in the places in between.

This ground will not open to the ‘floor below.’

26/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:13 No. 969185 ID: d63ea8
File 159158598733.jpg - (297.97KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Puppet.jpg )

>Divine self the Vessel.
>(Contested against Potency)
>Information has been Forbidden.
>(Potency is too weak)

This is mine.

27/27 Divining Everything Doors 2020/06/07(Sun)20:13 No. 969186 ID: d63ea8
File 159158599207.jpg - (207.40KB , 800x1067 , Space has been Rent Apart.jpg )

>Divine the room as a whole.
No.
It cannot be seen.
It cannot be seen.

Nothing will fit as it should.
Everything will lie.
I might be able to escape through the cracks…
I can’t let that happen.

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.
>Converse with those nearby.
>Test these ‘powers’ you have, possibly find answers.

>It may not last too much longer.
>Please Continue.

>>969186
Something special, huh? Alright, let's write.

((>>969192 As mentioned here: >>969174 ))Our writing requires Inspiration. However, we may be able to acquire that by ((pointedly risky word choice here)) gazing into this novel new Abyss sky
((We DID look up: >>961503 no hooks))

Lets give the smallest worm and the empty can into the drawer. ((The can to gauge reaction, the worm to give a different life fluid taste. also the empty can likely still has at least a tiny amount of the soup left in it, the little bit surface tension doesn't let leave))
((The Mask claims the Vessel, and by extension us))

Lets give the smallest worm and the empty can into the drawer. ((The can to gauge reaction, the worm to give a different life fluid taste. also the empty can likely still has at least a tiny amount of the soup left in it, the little bit surface tension doesn't let leave))
((The Mask claims the Vessel, and by extension us))
((Oh, we may be using the blood's power of "You can push the Vessel to keep going, long after they can’t." Enabling us to maintain access to this 'ruination' abyss that "can only be seen by those on the brink of collapse" by continuing past the brink of collapse. As we are either close to or past this 'brink' right now.))
Vessel, we may be the source of your new strength, as we are strong compared to a Mortal, so too are you strong compared to other Mortals.

Is it possible for us to absorb that life essence under the bed, even though the skin is in the way?
Also, let us attempt to name ourselves without revealing it to anything listening: ((Icon))
by process of elimination, that must be it.

((>>969246 our name may not even be in that list))

>>969251
((our symbol is, so our name must be.))

1/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:09 No. 969254 ID: d63ea8
File 159167936127.jpg - (286.30KB , 800x1067 , Title RECLAIMED.jpg )

>Let us attempt to name ourselves without revealing it to anything listening:
>By process of elimination, that must be it.
We are certain.

((Icon))

The shape flows back to our form.

WE ARE ICON.

WE ARE MANY.

WE ARE VENERATED BY OUR FOLLOWERS.

THEY WILL ACT AS OUR VESSELS.

>(Potency reclaimed).

WE have been stuck down.
But with this Vessel, WE will gain others.
And retake OUR rightful place.

Yet...

>Embrace self: (Gain Potency)
>Embrace others: (Keep Empathy)

2/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:09 No. 969255 ID: d63ea8
File 159167936718.jpg - (240.81KB , 800x1067 , 'Reassuring' the Vessel.jpg )

>(Motive in question: defaulting to self.)
>Vessel, we may be are the source of your new strength, as we are strong compared to a Mortal, so too are will you be strong compared to other Mortals non-believers.
Those thoughts rattle around with a force that is decidedly not my own.
My blood flairs in unison.
Its voice is united.
Will that be my purpose now?
To be a Vessel for something greater?

3/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:09 No. 969256 ID: d63ea8
File 159167937108.jpg - (101.60KB , 800x1067 , Cover Key.jpg )

>Is it possible for us to absorb that life essence under the bed, even though the skin is in the way?

>Turned right.
I return to the bed.

4/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:09 No. 969257 ID: d63ea8
File 159167937544.jpg - (158.61KB , 800x1067 , Good Eating on Them.jpg )

I touch the cooling blood with a pair of fingers.
The shining film has a faint electrical sensation to it.
It wakes up my sleeping fingers with an irregular pulsing.
Faint moments when the fluid seems more…

...sensitive…

It does not seem to have a pattern.
Or at least one I cannot recognize.

5/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:09 No. 969258 ID: d63ea8
File 159167937892.jpg - (139.50KB , 800x1067 , It Does not Absorb.jpg )

I pull my hand away and look at it.
The fluids do not absorb into my skin.

I think…

an opening will need to be made…

6/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969259 ID: d63ea8
File 159167940040.jpg - (90.97KB , 800x1067 , What of the End-Times.jpg )

>Our writing requires Inspiration. However, we may be able to acquire that by gazing into this novel, new Abyss, sky.
>Turned right.
I face the desk. Red light filters in.

Drawer: “Someone looks a bit unsteady.”

Drawer: “Still hanging onto the last scraps of consciousness?”

I step closer.

7/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969260 ID: d63ea8
File 159167941281.jpg - (177.61KB , 800x1067 , Gazing into Ruination.jpg )

I see…
Distant lights.
And dead canyons.
There are shapes in the furthest distance.
With fainter lights.

Smoke-
No, energy, drains from each of them.
Flowing up to appease the baleful moon that hangs in the sky.
But it is uncaring…
Unmoving…
Caught in a stalemate with the dead.
And so it too died.
As not to give them the satisfaction of victory.

8/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969261 ID: d63ea8
File 159167941656.jpg - (196.54KB , 800x1067 , Finding Inspiration.jpg )

I see…
A new shape.
The shape of a dead god.

And…
There is more…

I see a glimmer.
Something that I can’t quite reach.
Not here.

But perhaps…

There is now a Way to follow.

I believe I am now Inspired.

9/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969262 ID: d63ea8
File 159167942244.jpg - (187.69KB , 800x1067 , Recovering the Worm.jpg )

>Let's give the smallest worm and the empty can into the drawer.
I must first retrieve the worm from its hidden place.
Part of me fights this desire.
But it is overcome.
I am too weak to resist.

My hand reaches into the can.
Grasping blindly at what I know is there.

For a moment I think it moves…
But it is my tiredness making me doubt my senses.
I grab it.

10/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969263 ID: d63ea8
File 159167942964.jpg - (131.23KB , 800x1067 , Offering Metal and Flesh.jpg )

The drawer senses my intentions and opens for me.

Drawer: “Aww. You shouldn’t have!”

I place both tokens in its maw.

Drawer: “Exquisite!”

11/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969264 ID: d63ea8
File 159167944395.jpg - (48.17KB , 800x1067 , The Drawer Thanks You.jpg )

The drawer closes.
And for a moment I feel that…

...sensitivity…

again.

It fades.

12/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969265 ID: d63ea8
File 159167944687.jpg - (89.32KB , 800x1067 , Here is Some Paper.jpg )

The drawer opens.

Drawer: “That grub was a tasty morsel.”

Drawer: “I do hope you bring more.”

Drawer: “The can was… alright.”

Drawer: “But paired with that little wriggler, I can’t complain!”

Drawer: “Here, take some paper, I can see that familiar sparkle in your eye.”

13/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969266 ID: d63ea8
File 159167944957.jpg - (87.36KB , 800x1067 , Skies Baked Red.jpg )

I do so, and lay the page upon the desk.
The white shaded by the light of that baleful moon.

14/14 In the Light of a Dead Moon Doors 2020/06/08(Mon)22:10 No. 969267 ID: d63ea8
File 159167945362.jpg - (233.52KB , 800x1067 , Stars Broken and Crying.jpg )

Despite my weariness. The need to write drives me forward.
I thought I would collapse…
But no.
I still move.
I still think…
I still act…
Even when the thoughts are not my own.

>Please choose at least one word from the image above to center your letter around.
>Order does not matter, but intensity does.
>Once you have chosen one or more words from above, you may add some of your own words to the mix.
>The total cannot exceed four.
>Five words will be taken.

>(Remember to pick what to Embrace as well)

>>969254
Without Empathy, we are not ourselves, and we will not be venerated. We must keep it. What the heck is our rightful place anyway? Is there a King of Beings...? Labyrinth seemed to be in charge of the Beyond.
>>969258
>opening
Uh... well, you could try a pinprick on a fingertip. Heals fast enough. Just be sure to do so out of sight. Alternatively you could try licking it? Not sure it'll reach us through the stomach though.
>>969261
Looks like we need to be dreaming to see the rest.

>>969267
LIGHT
hope
growth
dreams

EMBRACE: Others
>>969267
HUNTED
Light
Ruin

Embrace: Others ((As much as things have been contested by potency, Empathy is our true power.))
LIGHT
Lost
change
ruin
((These brown words are new, possibly the dead god's? The other color we have seen is Light's yellow. Regardless they are not either of the Thoughts so I wish to use them. White's words seem relevant, so I have included them, but have given them minimal intensity.))

Also, Divine new god's shape, the "glimmer" our Vessel "can’t quite reach", our finished writing project, the Abyss, and the desk once more. ((We have more potency now; lets see if it makes a difference)) ((all but certainly Etzil/Errant Signal is not here and not in the Beyond, the only other place we know is the Abyss...))

EMBRACE: Others
Hunger
LIES
change

1/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:13 No. 969350 ID: d63ea8
File 159175883443.jpg - (187.39KB , 800x1067 , Embraced, Empathy.jpg )

>Without Empathy, we are not ourselves, and we will not be venerated. We must keep it.
>EMBRACE: Others
>Embrace: Others
>EMBRACE: Others
We…

We yield this Potency.
Our existence spent broken has changed us.
And perhaps remade us.

We will not change back.

>(Empathy solidified)

The alien thoughts quiet down.
And I can hear myself again.

I think I feel…
remorse.
But I know it isn’t mine.

We will embrace others.

Everything settles within my mind.
I feel…
valued.

>What the heck is our rightful place anyway? Is there a King of Beings...? Labyrinth seemed to be in charge of the Beyond.
No, not King of Beings…

The blood makes us human
makes us more than human
makes us human no more.

We were…
a usurper.
A rising star.
Our rightful place…
was to be to be taken over the Ves-
Mortals.
And to dethrone the residing king…

But what happened to our acolytes?
Our V-
Followers?

2/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969351 ID: d63ea8
File 159175884115.jpg - (107.76KB , 800x1067 , Crimson Offering.jpg )

>LIGHT, Ruin, change, dreams, Lost

I take the quill and then bury it deep into the page.
Regardless of everything LIGHT has been there.

And there is no greater way I can convey it.

I may be lost. I may be… different.
But the LIGHT is there!
I can see it! I can feel it!

And maybe… in my dreams I can Seek it.

For once in a long while, I do not feel scared.
I do not feel trapped.
My life is not ruined, and I can feel those thoughts break away around me.

I can fight back.
I can maybe even…
win.

And it’s thanks to the light within me.
The light that came to me in my dreams and rescued my soul.

I am finding my way out…
I am.

I am.

3/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969352 ID: d63ea8
File 159175884680.jpg - (301.82KB , 800x1067 , Divining the Iconoclasm.jpg )

>Divine the dead god’s shape.
There was once one who revelled in destruction.
He would look down upon his people and witness the violence they would inflict on one another.
Violence that they would commit in His honor.
Every morning they were born.
Every night they would die.
For Him there was nothing greater.

Yet as ages passed, some would break away from His teachings.
At first they were killed along with the rest.

But every morning they were born.
And every evening they would build.

Soon, there was no more need for violence.
No need for Him.

He would not allow it and sought to destroy them.
They did not allow it, and in doing so destroyed themselves.

There was never another morning.

And He...

Starved.

4/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969353 ID: d63ea8
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>Divine the “glimmer.”
I cannot be seen, for it is not there.
A city can be gleaned, a place of great artifice and wonder.
But this ‘glimmer’ cannot be found.
As though it was never there.

5/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969354 ID: d63ea8
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My weary eyes droop, and for a moment I glimpse it.
A great sphere.
Cracked and splintering.
Almost as if it is giving way under its own weight.
But there is a reason why.

An important one.

6/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969355 ID: d63ea8
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>Divine our finished writing project.
There is Potency within these words.
Created in the making, but only accessible in the reading.

We cannot claim it.

But this message will bolster the one who receives it.

Yet there is something else…

There is the influence of two others within this work:
First, a growing Light that intend to guide.
Second, a vacuous Emptiness that is watching from the wings.

Their selection slowly alters the balance.

7/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969356 ID: d63ea8
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>Divine the Abyss.
>(Contested against Potency)
>(Overcome)

This place is marked with equal parts of joy, disdain, and sorrow.

She could never love.
She is unable to.

But with this one.
These Fractile Joints...
She might’ve learned.

8/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969357 ID: d63ea8
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>Divine the desk once more.
>(Contested against Potency)
Information has been Blocked.
>(Potency is too weak)

Persistent.
I urge you to stop.

Or things might get nasty.

9/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969358 ID: d63ea8
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>Uh… well, you could try a pinprick on a fingertip. Heals fast enough. Just be sure to do so out of sight. Alternatively you could try licking it? Not sure it’ll reach us through the stomach.
Yes. I Remember.
You are all in my blood.

Is this what you need?
Do you need this substance to survive?

I guess soup won’t be enough…

I can try both ways, and so do out of sight.

My teeth had fallen out a while ago, and have been replaced with much sharper ones.

I put both fingers into my mouth.
My tongue encounters the rich blood and a faint hint of sour.

It is euphoric.
But I restrain myself.

And carefully bite the tips of my fingers.
It stings.
But I do not injure myself.

10/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:14 No. 969359 ID: d63ea8
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When I pull away my hand I am surprised!
My blood-

Our blood is a dark blue, and glows brighter than the dull red of the Abyss.

Yet the openings are made.
And I think…
I see some of the red on my fingertips disappearing.

>Life-fluids sampled, (more is required to restore Potency).

“If…”

I hesitate to ask.
It seems… unnatural…
But…

“If I got you more, would I be able to have some as well?”

“It…”

Again I hesitate.

“It tasted really good.”

11/11 Coming to Terms with the New Way Doors 2020/06/09(Tue)20:15 No. 969360 ID: d63ea8
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But then a drop of blood -our blood- runs off of the edge of my finger.
And lands onto my letter.
I panic for a moment, and my thoughts start racing.
Did I hurt them?
Are they angry?

I should’ve kept my hand more steady.

Should I discard the letter!?
But-
But…

...I worked so hard on it…
I don’t think I would be able to replicate that feeling again.

>Who will this letter be addressed to?
>Maxine Day: The Desk of Residential Affairs?
>Father Steinarr: The Retired Priest from down the road?
>Etzil: The creature that lives lived beneath our bed?
>The Abyss: For the sky is changed?
>Someone else you have in mind?
>Or do you want to leave it with no set destination?
>Or maybe discard the letter entirely?

>If all of you choose different names, then it will reach one of them, but the recipient will be left up to fate.

The Abyss.

If truly you desire it, without external influence, we should be able to share. Though for now I strongly suspect an impurity drives this delight.

>>969359
We don't know what it will do to you. Let's be careful for now. Also, we need to catch up to your strength. For now, we are the weaker one and need all that we can get.

>>969360
"ruinous light" huh?
There's weird blood on it, which means we shouldn't send it to any mortals. We could send it to Etzil... but what will that do exactly? Will it be beneficial? ...maybe. It has life blood on it, and the tone of the letter is positive.

Etzil.

I see no reason not to give you some share of any life-fluids we come across, as for a recipient for our letter, I think the Abyss is our best bet.

Oh, while we have our fingers pricked lets see if we can not like suck up all of Etzil's blood.
I also like the idea of another paper airplane to send this.

1/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:19 No. 969406 ID: d63ea8
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>“Ruinous Light” huh?

Drawer: “The Candle has brought many others low.”

Drawer: “Don’t underestimate it.”

>The Abyss.
>I think the Abyss is our best bet.
I am unsure of how to address this…
My quill hovers for a bit.

‘To that which is Departed’ is what I settle on.
I hope that the Abyss finds that pleasing.

>I also like the idea of another paper airplane to send this.
Yes.
The Abyss is vast, the letter will need a shape that can carry it far.
Another airplane seems fit.

2/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:19 No. 969407 ID: d63ea8
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Even if it enters a place where none can live,
Let these words be potent.
Let its path be true.
Let this hope be heard.

I release the letter, and it is done.

3/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:19 No. 969408 ID: d63ea8
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>We could send it to Etzil… but what will that do exactly? Will it be beneficial? ...maybe.
He did want a letter from me…
But if he’s… gone, I’m not sure what it would do.
I don’t think it would be harmful…
They're just words right?

4/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:19 No. 969409 ID: d63ea8
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>There’s weird blood on it, which means we shouldn’t send it to any mortal.
I feel the minor pangs of agitation.
No, I can’t let it be seen.
If they knew…

No.
I can’t let them come here.
They-
They would see the changes.

And I might hurt them.

>(White Thoughts strengthened)

5/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:19 No. 969410 ID: d63ea8
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>Oh, while we have our fingers pricked lets see if we can suck up all of Etzil’s blood.
Part of me doesn’t want to help these alien thoughts, but I quell that urge.
They helped me, and…
Probably got hurt on my account.

Though, the thought of that blood…

>I see no reason not to give you some share of any life-fluids.
“Tha-

>If truly you desire it, without external influence, we should be able to share. Though for now I strongly suspect an impurity drives this delight.
“Impurity…”
Yeah…
Blood is only one step off of-
I…
I shouldn’t.

>We don’t know what it will do to you. Let’s be careful for now. Also, we need to catch up to your strength. For now, we are the weaker one and need all that we can get.
“Of course.”

“You’re right.”

Part of me does not like that answer.
Part of me is thoroughly enraged by it.
They’re the ones who are intruding.
Why should I listen to their every command?
Part of me feels cheated and angry.
Very angry.

But I’m too tired to think straight.

I set those feelings aside for now.
I’m sure that they know best...

>Turned left.

6/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:20 No. 969411 ID: d63ea8
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I kneel down and place my fingers into the pool of blood.
A prickly sensation begins to spread up my arm.
It almost feels rhythmic, like a ring of sparks travelling up from my hand and dissipating into my chest.

The pool begins to shrink.

7/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:20 No. 969412 ID: d63ea8
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Rapidly.

8/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:20 No. 969413 ID: d63ea8
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That same ‘sensitive’ feeling manifests in my hand for a couple of moments.
But this time there is no pulsing, it is more like a random buzzing…
Almost like static.

But that feeling soon fades.

>Life-fluids consumed, (Potency returned to regular levels).

For whatever reason my dizziness begins to subside slightly.
But I still feel tired.

9/9 Into Where the Light is Dead Doors 2020/06/10(Wed)16:20 No. 969414 ID: d63ea8
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Maybe I should rest.

>Examine what surrounds you.
>Explore by turning in a direction or approaching a distant location.
>Inspect items on your person, or elements of the environment.
>Divine the deeper meaning of this place.
>Converse with those nearby.
>Test these ‘powers’ you have, possibly find answers.

>Feed off of the Vessel (Mortal?). Not a lot, just a bit. Enough to heal your injuries.

>Rest here for a while, and allow the chapter to conclude?

>It seems that ‘Vessel’ may no longer be a fitting name at this point.
>Please Continue.

>>969414
Let's examine that box first. Was it there before?

We can Feed immediately before the mortal sleeps. That way any side effects can be slept off.

((>>969416 yes lets take a quick look at the box before we sleep.
With regards to Feeding:))Lets Feed gradually and get the Vessel's feedback on what us Feeding does and stop to re-evaluate if he asks.

We've been operating exhausted for a very long time. I suggest you take a rest now, before doing anything else, in this state all of our faculties will be diminished.

Be sure to ask the pillow politely to sing you to sleep or tell you a story before you sleep

Oh we almost forgot to ask, Vessel do you have a name we could call you by? "Vessel" feels so... dispassionate a title. If you don't, would you like us to give you one?

While examining the box also divine it. ((because of course))

Mortal, you've signed your name on your letters. Can you tell us what it is?

1/8 Back to the Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)14:59 No. 969521 ID: d63ea8
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>Let’s Examine that box first. Was it there before?
I gingerly pry the lockbox from the underside of the broken bed.
It is sturdy and reinforced with metal, and seems to be in good conditions despite the scratches.
I Remember seeing it before, but I never seemed to take notice of it.

Whatever tore the legs off of my bed tried to pull this open.
But they… ...were…

2/8 Back to the Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)14:59 No. 969522 ID: d63ea8
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Suddenly I am drowning.

I need it! I can't get rid of it. I must-
NO! It's too dangerous, just-
OPEN IT! GET OUT of this-
Need to Forget. Have to get rid-
Maze that I am trapped in. I need-
Of it. I can't find-
The KEY.
The KEY.

Can't.
No.
Can't.

Open.
Run.

Danger…

3/8 Back to the Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)14:59 No. 969523 ID: d63ea8
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>While Examining the box also Divine it.
>(Contested against Potency)
>Information has been Warded.
>(Potency is slightly weaker)
This box, while locked, contains a [Blocked].
The only one that will be accepted by [Blocked].
The mortal tried to destroy it many times but found themselves unable to.
Every time it would freeze at the edge of the Abyss and then put it back.
There was a key to this lockbox as well, but the mortal kept finding it, and every time it got a little harder to resist.
So the mortal asked [Blocked] to also [Blocked] this box, and then hid the key in its [Blocked] . The mortal has still not found it.

This box will not open.
And It will not be broken.

4/8 Back to the Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)14:59 No. 969524 ID: d63ea8
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*THUD*

I drop the box.
As soon as it is out of my grasp the haze recedes.

I'm so tired.

>We've been operating exhausted for a very long time. I suggest you take a rest now, before doing anything else, in this state all of our faculties will be diminished.
Yeah. It's getting harder to concentrate, I'm surprised that I'm still walking at all…

>Be sure to ask the pillow politely to sing you to sleep or tell you a story before you sleep.

Pillow: “Of course.”

Pillow: “I’ll be sure to take care of you.”

5/8 Back to the Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)14:59 No. 969525 ID: d63ea8
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I lie back on the torn mattress and pull the sheet over me.

>We can Feed immediately before the Mortal sleeps. That way any side effects can be slept off.
>Let’s Feed gradually and get the Vessel’s Mortal’s feedback on what us Feeding does and stop to re-evaluate if he asks.
>Life-fluids consumed slowly, (Injuries are being healed slowly).
A slow current begins to trace its way around me.
Like the pull of a gentle whirlpool.
Or the soft approach of the tide.

I start to feel… lightheaded…
But that might be…
The…
the…
soft…
covers…

6/8 Back to the Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)14:59 No. 969526 ID: d63ea8
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My eyes are starting to droop.

>Oh we almost forgot to ask, Vessel do you have a name we could call you by? “Vessel” feels so… dispassionate a title.
>Mortal, you’ve signed your name on your letters. Can you tell us what it is?
Yes it’s…
it’s…

7/8 Back to the Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)14:59 No. 969527 ID: d63ea8
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“The letters are too jumbled…”

“I…”

“Wait…”

“That’s it…”

“I…”

8/8 Back to the Corridors of Sleep Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)14:59 No. 969528 ID: d63ea8
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“...remember...”

“it…”

“was…”

The Pillow's Lullaby Doors 2020/06/11(Thu)15:00 No. 969529 ID: d63ea8
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>(Red Thoughts calmed)
>(White Thoughts reassured)

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Chapter 1: End

((Some things need to be decided upon.))

>What was the Name the Mortal told you?
>((The Mortal is male)).

>While the Mortal rests you are able to do one of the following:
1. Remember one aspect of the Mortal’s past, pick carefully.
2. Adapt to the Vessel’s body, and therefore remove one of the penalties associated with your Binding.
3. Launch a preemptive strike on the Meat Demon and attempt to Excise its Corruption.

>And with the chapter concluded, I invite you to pick one of the three possible interludes:
“Interrogating the Past”
“Lost in the Present”
or “Preparing for the Future.”

((Feel free to vote for multiple options in each category, and the most popular choices will be selected.))
((I’ll be holding the vote until Friday night and will try to launch the interlude on the following Wednesday.))
((The interludes are meant to be smaller side-stories, and should be shorter than a proper chapter.))

((Thank you to everyone who’s read and suggested, and I hope to make the future chapters just as enjoyable.))

>>969530
name: Stauf. (it's like Faust!)
3! We should have the advantage.

I think “Lost in the Present” is Etzil, let's pick that and see if we can rescue them.
Alternatively, “Preparing for the Future.”

((If 3 works, oh baby, but if it doesn't... that said:)) 3: Preemptive strike
((lets go generic with the ))Name: George
For interlude I vote Etzil or, should that be invalid, “Lost in the Present”

adapt.
((An early attack might be expected, and could go wrong. Let us observe and grow a bit and iron out our weaknesses a bit by adapting. Patience is key))
Present or past for me

((>>969576 I am kinda trusting it will work because we are not being given a say in how we do it, for instance the evocation method nearly worked, just needed to be worded differently))

3: the time to strike is now! (I hope this works)
>>969539
I like Stauf, but maybe a last name would be good too. Stauf K. Abbot!

((Alright, the battle will begin at the start of the next proper chapter.))

((But in the mean time, it looks as though the Mortal's name is 'Stauf G. Abbot'))

((Thank you to everyone who has participated and read thus far, I will begin work on "Lost in the Present" right away.))

((See you Wednesday!))