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lunae calamitas mods ([personal profile] promittere) wrote 2024-04-14 07:35 pm (UTC)

[ Up and away they go! As Comet takes to the sky and crosses the threshold of the circle, they are suddenly overcome by overwhelming anxiety, and they feel their hair standing on edge. They fight the urge to run and press onward.

The wheat below is a lot like the few stalks they plucked moments ago. Gray, brittle, dead.

About halfway to the center, they notice the gray of the dead foliage becomes a sickening black. The dull stalks are thin, slimy, and looked like they have been warped from simple dead plants to twisted abominations. The vines are what has become of the wheat.

And it's as Comet crosses this halfway point that they are suddenly crushed by a sense of blood-freezing dread. Every fiber of their being tells them to run, escape, get out of there as fast as they can. Instinct tells them one thing: if they remain in this area for too long unprotected, then they will not walk away unchanged.

However, if for at least a brief moment, Comet fights through the soul-crushing dread with a 20, and sees, at the very center, there is no plant life at all. Instead they spot something glowing a faint purple, half-buried in dirt. ]

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