Pezzle

The Five Senses

Plot Point

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Year 4256
1st day of the month Olfaccium
Mid-Summer
Nation of Sight
Shimmer Town - The Shimmering Fin (The Cult of Insight's local base of operations)

Sightless Syella watched as Sightless to be De'laire sang happily to herself. "The plants are growing! The sun is shinning! Happy Olfaccium to you!" She sang while locking one of the cult's prisoners into place. "You stomach's growling? Must have forgotten to have fed you! Happy Olfaccium to yoooooouuuu!"

"Two weeks?!" The prisoner asked exasperatedly. "It's only been tw-"

De'laire cut the prisoner off, using her magic to snatch the sound of his voice and manipulate it for her own means. "I do believe I HADN'T FINISHED!" She screamed more than sang. The man suddenly screamed in pain as he desperately struggled to cover his ears with his shackled hands. "Happy Olfaccium to yoooooooooooouuuuuuuuu!" She sang over the man's screams.

Sightless Syella sighed in disapproval. De'laire was enjoying her job far too much. De'laire's job was to question and torture the prisoners not toy with them as she did. It disgusted Syella.

"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" The prisoner cried with tears in his eyes.

"Oh... sorry, sorry. Forgot I was still doing it... Silly, silly me." De'laire said with an innocent giggle.

The screams stopped. All that could be heard was the prisoner's labored breaths. "Damn Crazed bitch..." The prisoner muttered under his breath.

De'laire whipped out a knife so fast that Sightless Syella nearly missed it. Without warning, she lounged the knife towards the man's heart.

"De'laire stop!" Sightless Syella shouted at the top of her lungs as the man screamed in pain.

De'laire stopped immediately, the tip of the knife having already pierced the man's skin. De'laire cocked her head as if confused. Her eyes slowly turning towards the knife in her hand. "Weird..." De'laire said with a frown. "How did that get there?" The man whimpered silently, no longer trusting himself to speak.

"Put down the knife, De'laire..." Sightless Syella said calmly in her dry Sightless voice.

"Ah... yes, yes..." De'laire said absentmindedly as she put away the knife. "We mustn't be killing our prisoners, now. Now then, shall we get to questioning?"

"I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING NEW TO TELL YOU! I SWEAR!" the man shouted desperately. "You always ask the same questions! What new answers could I possibly have?"

"Oh silly" De'laire said gleefully. "I'm sure you'll think of something..."

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Sightless Syella felt exhausted. She got no pleasure from monitoring De'laire as the woman did her work. It was the first day of Olfaccium today. The first day of a new month.

The first day of a new month was typically something to be celebrated, with parades and festivals in the streets. People would gather in drones to celebrate the new month, with each month representing a different one of the five senses gifted to the people by the Lord of Senses. This month the celebration would have recognized the sense of smell. Flowers and roses petals would have decorated the streets. Vendors selling prized and rare spices lining the markets. Food stalls selling specially made spicy foods from exotic places. Games set up for the children, forcing them to use their sense of smell to guess what was in front of them. Parades, dancing, one whole day packed full of celebration...

Today however, there would be no such celebration. Choas has broken out in the streets of Shimmertown the day prior. People attacking and murdering friends and family alike. No there would be no celebration today. Instead, today would likely be a day of mourning. Well... that is until the Panic grabbed hold of everyone.

As the Chaos ensued the previous day, the cult had quietly gone around, from building to building, procuring everyone's food stores. The city was barred off from the outside world, and now the people had no food. Panic was guaranteed.

The clan would be there to help though. Once a day, they would have people gather around the inn to preform a daily ritual of the clan's. Afterwards they would select a few volunteers from the crowd to be enlightened. Enlightenment would come with the promise of a full stomach in the coming days, or so the clan would say... When that was all done, the clan would ration a small portion of the food they had to the people. Food was power in a land without it. The clan was not blind to just how powerful the promise of food could be.

"Sightless Syella." Came a dry voice from behind her. The voice belonged to one of her fellow Sightless Talne. "I've had the locations, which you were looking for, mapped out."

The Previous night she had gone to Sightless Talne requesting his assistance on locating where the pact makers may be hiding. They had avoided the Insight for one night already. That could only mean they either stayed awake the whole night, or they knew to sleep while bathed in light.

Sightless Syella was not skilled in locating places covered in light. It was too easy to miss lit up areas with the Insight, since the Insight could not view light. Only a few Sightless were good noticing such places. Talne was one such Sightless, which is why Syella had come to him.

"I am curious though... why might you be needing such information. Sightless Nieffar specifically told us not that Vetius said not to chase after the pact makers. He wants them to come to us."

"And they shall. However it's best to be aware of their movement otherwise we will be caught unaware. We want things to go down on our own terms. Not theirs"

Sightless Talne smirked as if amused. "That's not unwise of you... You know Nieffar would have us believe you incompetent..."

"Would he now?"

"Yes he would." Talne said. "I suggest that whatever you are planning to do, make sure it succeeds. It would be a shame to see him proven right."

"I'll keep that in mind." Syella replied.

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"These are the places that were covered in light over the past night." Syella said to Talya. She had given the map to Tayla and was currently going over it with her. "You are to identify where they are staying. Track them. Follow them, but do not engage the group. We only need one of them. Your priority, the dirtied man with the staff. Bring him to me, Tayla, and you'll be forgiven."

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I got a plot Point Half finished. I should have it done by tomorrow at the latest. It will set the stage of what to expect for the new day.

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I've got one last plot point planned which I'll use to start the scene for the following day. Everyone is still welcome to post something before I put it up.

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Plot Point

Meanwhile...

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Year 4256
73rd and final night of the month Auddium
Mid-Summer
Nation of Sight
City of Irissia - The Shining Palace

"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Al'likar cried at the top of his lungs. "RELEASE ME AT ONCE!" The young prince, to the Nation of Sight, had been shouting like this, on and off, for hours on end. He had been confined to his room by order of his father, or so claimed Vetius. The Sightless had wormed his way into becoming the King's closest adviser. But having only spoken with Vetius since his confinement Al'likar was unclear as to whether this was due to a coup or if his father had actually ordered this confinement.

It couldn't have been Father. The little prince thought to himself. Why? Why would he have ordered this? It can't be true! It can't!

"LET ME OUT!" He shouted again, while banging on the door. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Nobody answered. Nobody listened. Everything sounded normal outside Al'likar's room. There were no screams. No sounds of fighting. No clear sounds which Al'likar would expect to hear from a coup. He had nothing. Nothing save the darkness. The darkness to which he was born.

Al'likar greatly feared this darkness. Despite having been born blind, he was not used to living in darkness. He was a Sight Adept after all. A blind sight adept. People had always thought this an odd pairing. To Al'likar, however, he was born into his ability. It only seemed natural to him. Adepts tended to run through bloodlines, but nobody really knew what allowed a person to be an adept of one type or another. So then, why shouldn't a blind boy be capable of being a Sight Adept? Al'likar certainly saw no reason for this not to be possible. The fact that Al'likar was an adept only proved that it was possible!

"Let me out..." Al'likar cried again, more weakly this time. "Please... somebody... anybody..."

Darkness... all he got was darkness. "Please..." Al'likar whispered, dropping to his knees helplessly. "I don't want to be alone any longer..."

Al'likar wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. As an Sight Adept, Al'likar had the ability to view what those around him could see. Despite being born blind, to Al'likar, the darkness was foreign. To Al'likar, the darkness was frightening. To Al'likar, the darkness meant he was all alone.

"Where did everyone go? Why did they leave me?" Al'likar muttered, huddled in to a ball, rocking back and forth. "Mother? Father? El’lysael, my sister? Where did you all go? Why? Why am I all alone?"

"Your sister ran away, young prince." Came the dry voice of Vetius within the Prince's room. Al'likar jumped at the sound of his voice, for he had not realized the Sightless was here. "As for your mother, young prince... I'm sad to say she is dead."

"Wha-" Al'likar gasped.

"Your father labeled her a traitor for conspiring with the enemy. For that, my young prince, he had her executed."

"LIER!" Al'likar shouted in rage. Tears streaming down his cheeks. "You're lying to me!"

"Am I now?" Vetius replied sounding half amusing. "No child... I fear that which I speak is not a lie."

"Father would never-" Al'likar began.

"Would he not?" Vetius interrupted.

"HE WOULD NEVER!" the prince shouted back.

"He would and he has."

"HE WOULDN'T!"

"You're not hearing me, little one. He already has."

Al'likar slumped back to the ground feeling lost and alone. The tears wouldn't stop. He felt a pain, never-ending. "Why?" He asked more to himself than to Vetius. There was a long silence before Vetius responded.

"I fear, my prince, that your father has not long for this world." Vetius said at long last. "His mind has been taken by the Insight. I've warned him of the dangers of accessing the Insight at an excessive rate, but I fear he has not listened."

"You. You did this..." Al'likar spat at the Sightless.

"Indeed." Vetius agreed, surprising Al'likar. "I had not expected the Insight to take a hold of him the way it has. When used responsibly the Insight is a tool that can be harnessed and used to help those in need. In time it grants power. Power beyond knowledge. It will transform the user. Make them into a better being. This is what us Sightless are. Better beings. Knowledgeable beings.

"However, if used in excess... The Insight will break the body, mind and soul. In the end all that's left is nothing. Nothing but a husk of a person. That is where your father is heading."

"Why are you telling me this?" Al'likar asked, suddenly fearful for his own life.

"Because my dear prince. I see a great future for you. A future only a special few have received." Vetius answered.

Al'likar was taken aback. This was not the answer he had been expecting. "Future?" He repeated aloud.

"Yes, my prince. A future where you no longer need to fear the darkness. Instead, you will embrace it." Vetius said.

It suddenly dawned on Al'likar what Vetius wanted from this encounter. "After all this, you want me to join you?" Vetius didn't respond. "I won't do it!" Al'likar exclaimed firmly.

Al'likar felt Vetius's hand gently grab his shoulder. "I doubt that, little prince." Vetius replied.

Something changed in the moment Vetius's hand touch Al'likar's shoulder. The darkness it swam and transformed. Al'likar felt a connection form. A connection to Vetius's own vision, or lack there of. But the Sightless wasn't blind, or at least he wasn't blind in the typical sense. Visions, formed of a hazy darkness, swam before him. Visions of the past, present and future. Visions of Al'likar. Visions of his father. Visions of his mother's beheaded body.

The Visions warped and changed. So many things to see... So much to process... The past, the present, the future. The past, the present, the future. The past, the present, the future.

"So much..." Al'likar said in awe.

The past, the present, the future. A being of great power. The past, the present, the future. Darkness five-fold. The past, the present, the future. An eye that sees all.

"Too much..."

The past, the present, the future. Death and destruction. The past, the present, the future. Items that imprison.

"Stop..."

The past, the present, the future. Beings unheard. A Vessel born anew. Pain, suffering, salvation!

"Stop!"

The sand of rot. Crazed unleashed. Secrets revealed. Histories untold. Heroes forgotten.

"MAKE IT STOP!"

The visions stopped. The connection lost. Al'likar collapsed on his hands and knees breathing heavily. "You..." he said at long last. "Do... do you see everything?"

"No." Vetius replied softly. "Not everything."

"I..." Al'likar hesitated. "I won't do it."

"Yes." Vetius said and a calm and knowing tone. "Yes... you will..."

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Going off to do some Hiking. Will try to get a Plot point up today or later this week if I have more free time.

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Chres Sansus

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Chres cocked his head slightly at Octavio's words. Throughout their whole discussion thus far, Chres had been trying to piece out exactly who this man Octavio was. The man wore the clothes of a nobleman, and yet the name Octavio did not ring familiar in the slightest. Perhaps Gin had simply given the man a fake name to throw the rest of them off, as he did for Karina. That was most certainly a possibility, A possibility that Chres could not ignore.

... And yet... and yet... They had met the curious man in a run down Inn. A curious place for a richly nobleman to stay. Perhaps then he was not such a richly noble, Chres had initially thought. But then that bottle of wine, Octavio offered, had been a rather expensive looking. A vintage of wine Chres would have thought better tucked away in a cellar, to be opened for only the most special of occasions. For that matter, why exactly was this nobleman carrying around a bottle of wine in the first place? Certainly a man of his stature could afford to pay for exquisite wine with what he would probably consider mere pocket change.

Something didn't quite add up with the man. It was far too soon for Chres to put his finger on exactly what was wrong but with each word the man spoke, Chres was able to piece together a more complete picture of his identity.

So when Octavio had stated that the pieces of Chres's game looked different than the ones in the palace, the immediate question in Chres's mind was which palace? Did he mean The Shining Palace, which stood at the heart of the City of Irissia? The Shining Palace was the only castle in the land with the word 'Palace' in its name. So it made sense to Chres this would be the Palace that Octavio was referring to. Plus, Octavio's accent did match with that of a person raised in the Nation of Sight. However there were some obvious problems to this line of reasoning.

For one, the owners of said palace were The King and Queen of the Nation of Sight. If Octavio was a nobleman, as Chres had initially assumed, then why had he not just said that the pieces didn't look like the ones back at
his own home, or in his manor? Surely he owned a set for himself. Perhaps then, he wasn't a nobleman after all... Perhaps Octavio worked at the palace in a very high position... But then if that was indeed the case, then what in the love of all senses was this odd man doing here and not back in the palace?

None of it added up in Chres. Though instead of inquiring further, he decided to not comment at all. Instead, he would sweep this new piece of the puzzle into his pocket for future use. He would figure out who this man was eventually. He simply needed time.

"Thanks... I think?" Chres said with a smile, staring out the window as he spoke. "They might not be as fine as what you are use to, but they work just as well. Now, you go first then. We'll start with the sense of Sight."

So and the game began. Octavio made his moves while Chres stared out the window, keeping watch. When Octavio finished his moves, Chres took a quick glance at the board, quickly made his moves, and then turned his attention back to the window. Play continued as such. When each of Chres's turns began, he would take a sweeping glance as before, and move his pieces as if he had already planned 10 steps ahead. And then... back to keeping watch out the window.

Chres had plenty of practice of playing in such a manner. Although it appeared quite intimidating to an average player, the truth was Chres was barely paying half a mind to his moves and proper strategy. So any proper player may be wary at first, but they would quickly pick up on the fact Chres's moves were simply not strategically sound.

It always amused Chres to play with his opponent's expectations like this. For it put his opponent off guard the moment Chres decided to play for real. Tonight, however, was not such a night for Chres to focus 100% on his play. For tonight, Chres was on watch duty. Winning a game of The Senses was not the priority here. Rather, keeping watch and making sure everyone else survived the night was his priority.

And so the night continued, quite dully as such. Some games Chres won. Others had Octavio come out as the victor. In the end, none of it truly mattered. After all, it was simply a way to pass the time.

Night turned to day, and the Distortion's green sun rose in the north...

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So when I say two pieces, I just mean two game pieces per turn while playing the made up game called "The Senses"

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There an in universe game in our little rp called The Senses. I referenced it before and made some vague rules to help you all use when referencing the game in posts. This is just a new rule. Not too too important to know

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Also new rule to the five senses game. A player can move up to two pieces in on go.

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Yes sir! You know I am ;)