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updates: im working on a post, if i dont get to it tonight then dont wait for me! But i will probably get to it tonight 

and... the death arcana has opened up.
cs removal will hopefully happen.

I'm gonna wait a while but I may open the thread up to applications later. It depends on what is going on by the time we're in @BrassOtter & @Katakon's character dungeon. EDIT::: Speaking of which, if it's all the same to you guys I'm going to combine their dungeons into the same building since both of your character phobias take place in HOSPITALS. I've filled in Otter about the Freaky Salvador Dali Mashup Dungeon Idea, but I'll give you the deets too @Katakon.

 Speaking of which, I'll be writing up our new location THE GATES OF HORN AND IVORY which is basically..... THE LOBBY. 

As you stepped into the water, the small light creatures closed a tight circle around you and your grandfather who, had started to chip away even further upon contact. His skin started to melt away from his bones, blood black and thick with the consistency of wax. After the hair and skin had cracked, peeled and melted away from his skull, his bones followed after. It happened faster than you could manage to process. Soon, he was but a mere puddle in the water below you. Just black ink. A whirring sound filled your ears and suddenly the wisps were gone along with your grandfather, and the light surrounding you. 

  For a moment, the world stood still. It was just you and your thoughts. Then, suddenly something like fingers grabbed your legs hard enough to bruise, but not to break. Soon after, you were pulled underwater. The ground gave way under your feet and as the hands dug their fingertips into your legs, they pulled you down deep enough to make your head hurt and your ears pop. The water was darker still, darker than the forest or the blood from your grandfather’s neck.

But even though water rushed to either of your sides, you were able to breathe. It seemed like forever, being dragged through the sunless waters. But eventually the whirl in your ears diminished enough for the sound of a small voice to reach you.   

“Wait-wait no!!! That one’s alive! Stop it!”

Despite the voice’s warnings, the hands only pulled you faster. 

 “Oh, darn it! It’s those things- come on Bear, we need to go!”

A booming sound like both a bark and a roar followed. The water around you began to slosh in time with the pounding tremors fast approaching. A low growl started to close in.   

“No-!!! Don’t grab him like that- you’ll kill him! I… oh no- oh no! Keep following him!”

The stampede followed. Overhead you could see the outline of a three headed beast, its four legs pumping in time to keep up with you. From what you could tell, the voice was coming from the small light resting on its back. It was blue, exactly like the ones that cornered you and your grandfather at the river. 

But as your attacker dragged you further, the yelp gurgled from above. The stomping started to fade into the distance.   

“Bear- wh…re you doi…- no! No!!! S-Stop! What’s got… into y-”

And it was quiet once again. You could tell that the hands had pulled you too far away for you to hear whoever or, whatever it was that had been trying to help you. Left alone with your thoughts some time passed like that, the waters around you rocking you side to side like a child it wanted to put to sleep. But eventually, the fingers around your ankles drew you upwards onto the surface and then, released you.

Once you finally regained your bearings, you noticed that you had been placed onto a great bridge made of bark and vine, as if a tree had grown from the water and twined all of its branches together to make a path over the lake. A further inspection of your surroundings confirmed that you were inside a vast cave. Rocks protruded from black waters as thin, veinlike vines coated them like tendrils reaching from the murky depths. 

Everything was enshrouded in a dreamlike blue light which, seemed to radiate from the top of a long path leading upwards from the end of the bridge of vines. At the top a doorway stood in the wall of roots. Behind you, there was only dark waters leading downwards. The door, it seemed, was the only way out of the circular room. 

At the bottom of the trail, you saw a series of three statues, each figure standing back to back. 

A humanoid figure of a man with robotic joints stood to the front, facing towards you. A large harp like instrument rested on its back, strings very much real and made of silver. The statue’s eyes were closed, serenely as if it were locked in a deep slumber. To its side, facing away from you and towards the wall was a similar looking statue but where its thighs began roots of stone began to grow, adhering it to the floor below. In it’s hands it held an orb of made of waves and in the other, of rock. 

The third and final statue stood to greet you at the gate. The stone eyes of this statue, unlike it’s closest brother, were open and filled with glee. His gloved hands created a miming gesture, one with a finger poised to his lips in a silencing motion as the other gestured to the ivory gate at the foot of the foot of the path. Its lock sat discarded nearby, the gates themselves were held open by thick, limb sized roots. 

  It seemed the only thing left to do was to try to leave the cavern in hopes that this was only a nightmare and you would wake up soon. Wake up to find your grandfather safe at home, and not melted into nothingness.

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RISE.

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