[IC] ⟣ The Golden Tree Hotel ⟢

[HHHippo]

Nicholas stares at the bag of fetuses, and grimaces.
"How the hell did you figure that out? What the hell? There are more places like this?"

[Eviledd1984]

@Sombrero

Jonathan was quite scared of what these people were or could be,Never the less he came closer towards the people."Hello...do you guys need some help?" He asked the shadows of what he thought could be people.

[Sombrero]

@HHHippo

"I've met some other longtime survivors, who lived this long by embracing reality's broken-ness and adapting equally strange methods. There was this guy I met on an island once who thought he was Kokopelli, and he, uh... Sustained himself by making these 'respawn plants' out of monster hearts. I could actually make them for you free of charge, if you bring me any." He sighed, as if exasperated with this and every situation he's ever been in for a long, long time, " You can learn a lot from the loonies out here, it's like there's a dimension for every kind of crazy and they all work together..."

@Eviledd1984

A woman in a raincoat was trying desperately to put out the fire, but it wasn't working. "Have you seen my son!?" she asked, worriedly, "I've been looking for so long, he went into the fire and I never saw him since..."

[HHHippo]

"Yeah, I'm starting to get that impression." Nicholas says.

"What kind of shits out there then?"

[Eviledd1984]

@Sombrero

"He went into the fire?Well i can help you put out the fire as best i can" Jonathan said looking around for a bucket of water or something.He swore he could hear screaming coming form inside of the flame making his head hurt.

[DJAtomika]

@Sombrero

"Fort...Wensley?"

Elise was very confused and fearful. Still holding her hands up, she slowly walked towards the soldier.

"Um...would you happen to know what's going on? I was upstairs...in my room. This was supposed to be a hotel...but it's clear it's not any more."

[Sombrero]

@HHHippo

The man shrugged and laughed, "The worst kind, mostly. It depends what's on your mind the first time you come here. The most you can do is be prepared for anything."

@Eviledd1984

There was nothing but the bucket the woman was holding, still scooping water out of a passing stream and not doing much good.

A note lay in the fingers of a charred corpse, its feet still completely intact, probably due to the fact that they're submerged in the water.

@DJAtomika

"Hotel?... This hasn't been a hotel for hundreds of years!" The man said, incredulously, "Not ever since the Rotters invaded!"

[Eviledd1984]

@Sombrero

Jonathan seeing this tried his best to pick up the note without burning his head."Damn it.." He cursed feeling the heat on his hand finally grabbing the note and trying his best to read what it was.

[Sombrero]

@Eviledd1984

The letter seems fairly new, and it's written in that same bloody typewriter font.
"TRUE DISCIPLES OF CAERBOG MAY WALK AMONG THE FLAMES. CHOOSE WISELY."
Should he look back at the corpse, he would find it to be gone, leaving little more than a black, ashy shadow on the ground.

[Eviledd1984]

@Sombrero

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" Jonathan blurted out to himself shaking his head.He looked at what the note said one more time before looking at the flames with some fear in his eyes."Do i gotta go though the flames?" He asked himself looking towards the woman for some sort of support.

[HHHippo]

"Hmph. You got any weapons? Or only mystical fetuses?" Nicholas asks, furrowing his brow.

"So why is this here? And why were we invited? Can we leave?"

[Sombrero]

@Eviledd1984

The woman looks more worried than anything, "Who are you talking to? Why would you want to go into the fire?"

@HHHippo

"Oh, yeah. I got weapons." The man says, walking around behind a raised flowerbed and picking some items up.

He holds a tarnished, brown-metal gun up indicatively. It appears to be a long-barreled trophy rifle, with circular sights and everything, but put together from bits and pieces of metal and fine-tuned by hand, then takes out two vaguely golden shells, which look to be rather more like small sculptures than large bullets.

"This is the Sleeper." The man says, "Seems to be pretty standard fare for a gunsmith in a cave in some other part of this multiverse. He spends all his time making guns and bullets and ranting about bringing peace to defiant souls or some shit. In my experience, one of his shots fired out of one of his guns can take down just about anything, although they'll take a lot longer to die if you don't hit anything vital, but they definitely will die from the gunshot... Needless to say, this one'll probably cost quite a bit more."

He points the gun down, puts the bullets in his pocket, and leans on it as he bends down to pick up a shovel. It's rather old, but the sides appear to have been diligently sharpened, as made apparent by the paint seeming scratched off along the edges. A rudimentary but very off-putting "angry face" has been spraypainted on the back, either by a very disturbed child or a mildly spastic adult. There's some blood in its "teeth" where someone or something was bludgeoned with it.

"One of the cults that war with each other out in the wastelands believe God blessed humanity with a magic shovel that gives the wielder berserker powers and scares away fire... This definitely isn't that shovel, if it exists, it's one of the war-shovels that their priests use. I'm sure you could really fuck someone up with it anyway."

Hands full, the sound of metal rattling over a stone can be heard as he kicks a thick metal hook along the floor in Nicholas' direction. It's covered in small indents, as if it were forged on an anvil.

"And lastly, the good ol' crowbar. For fighting, scavenging, and getting in and out of places other people don't want you to."

He smiled a showman's smile, acting as his own impromptu weapons display, but his smile faded as he got back on track and remembered that his customer asked another question.

"As far as how and why you're here, I have no idea. I wouldn't doubt there's a planeswalker around here who wanted to build a hotel on this hotspot with some ulterior motives. I mean, they could've rebuilt the hotel to contain the... Anomalies, but I'm not sure that's the deal. Or even if anyone owns this... Sometimes anomalies make just enough sense to make a building appear, create jobs, and invite people over. That's just unusual, though. And I'm sure you can leave, if you get the limo to drive you back, but this building and the surrounding property is the most stable area around, in the sense that there are actual consistent rules to travelling around. You'll almost always end up here if you cloud up your mind in your room, and almost always end up in a certain other place if you do it in somebody else's room. But if you get out in the woods, or take a boat too far out on the water, there's no telling where you'll go, or how to get back."

[Eviledd1984]

@Sombrero

"I don't know but it could be something that could get me the fuck out of here...But maybe im just goin crazy here..." Jonathan said shaking his head thinking not to go into the fire."Do you know about Caerbog or a guy named Gonzo?" He then asked the woman wondering if she knew about either of them.