Mother?

bad booze, bad booze, shouldn't have had 2, and that other number, 0, yeah that was it. The world felt like it was going far to fast and he was going to slow, if that made any sense. He was in the corner of a room now, did Synovia put him here or did he come here himself, he didn't know, thoughts of home had enveloped his mind, more vivid then normal and without the dulling effect of alcohol to be ignored. He was sad, lost, and oh so alone, and in this he realized something, he hadn't prayed to Lamashtu in quite some time. If the others we're asleep he didn't know, or care, muttering to himself as deep as his voice "Mother of Monster, Grandmother Nightmare, hear me now, your favorite child, Iet me know that I am not alone in this world of longshanks...please." over and over did he repeat the prayer until slowly but surly drifting off to sleep.

Mountains. Mountain do surge to the sky. Mountains made of bodies, twisted, coiled and maimed. The sky swirls. Black clouds chase blacker clouds. Crimson red like blood peaks through and hides like the blinking eyes of goblin lords. Mountains. Mountain do surge to the sky. Mountains made of bodies, twisted, coiled and maimed. Flashes of black lighting darken the sky like strobing lights that dazzle. You are alone Bobole.  So alone. Alone and weak. Alone and weak and not alone save for the bodies on which you stand. Their open mouths scream silently. They still hand reach out to claw at you. Mountains. They do surge.

Skies of blood, mountains of bodies, all things that should bring joy to a goblin, but here, now, it brings only fear to Bobole. As the hands come close he swings out in a mad frenzy. One of the hands grabs hold of his ankle, digging in deep into the flesh and dragging him down into the mountain, and soon more join, ripping and tearing at his flesh. As he's dragged lower and lower he looks up at the goblin hero's, and behind them as only a faint silhouette, is mother. They all have the same look, the same look the the Bulbheads had given him all his life, with new words added to it "freak, useless, better off dead, reader, traitor." Bobole desperately speaks as an unseen hand rips out his throat "What was I supposed to do?! She would have let them all die, I didn't want it to happen again, never again!"

And many are the horrors in this nightmarescape Where monsters dwell and writhe in a sea of torment Where writhing flesh coils in knots and long tight cords Around bones that snap and reshape. Teeth without heads that gnash and tear at flesh Long, slimy tongues in heads of creatures too small to contain them Talons burstings, bloody Monsters, creatures, beasts, nightmares Flowing and writhing; living and dying And many are the horrors Bobole One eye Grave touched Servant of Lamashtu Overseer Crusher of life

The pain is excruciating as Bobole's body is ripped into pieces and spread upon the maw. Yet still he can see even as his eyes are devoured by the horrors around him. talons pierce his chest and tear his ribcage open as other monstrosities come in and devour his entrails. he can still see them, mother and the hero's, still looking down upon the scene with such hate in their eyes, slowly getting farther away. His comes from the ether, as there is no longer a mouth to speak wtih, it is warped and twisted, gripped deep in the maddness"I...I didn't know what ells to do. Please, don't leave me."

Synovia is woken up by the sounds of an animal in pain and wonders for a moment who could be torturing the poor creature, then she realizes that the sounds are coming from the corner where Bobole is asleep. Unable to bear his tormrnt any longer, she ignores the concequences of waking a tormented goblin and gently shakes him. "Bobole, Bobole wake up, it's alright, it is just a nightmare."

As Synovia shakes Bobole he falls over, convulsing and writhing in agony, foaming at the mouth and speaking in a tongue neither truely understand.

As Syn bends over Bobole she calls for Miro.

Bobole begins to claw at his stomach, ripping out chunks and staring at Synovia with a syngle insane eye.

Synovia grabs Bobole and tries to restrain him as she yells "Miro, wake up  and get you ass over here before he kills himself!" She turns back to Bobole and whispers words of comfort, and prays to Desna that he hears and comes back from whatever torment is plaguing his nightmares.

Miro rises from his own at the shout of his name.  He looks over to the convulsing bobole and panics.  He had yet to prepare any spells and surely would not have thought to prepare anything to help with his sleeping friend.  As the panic fades an on the fly decision is made.  He had beseeched the gods once before maybe it would be just as easy again.  Especially if he targeted the one who could help Bobole most now.  Miro snatches a candle from his back and runs to his friend, with a quick motion of hands a flame sparks from his finger.  He holds it to the blue wax and drips a crude circle on the floor and jams the candle between the boreds still lit in the circle.  He drops to his knees and begins a monk like hum then speaks.  "Desna, keeper of freedom and maker of dreams.  Hear me now as I beg your help with my friend.  Guide him away from that which torments him.  I offer you my hands for any deed you require at a later date if you will just save my friend before he kills himself in madness."  Miro continues the monistic huming and sways waiting and praying against hope that Desna can hear him.

Miro's head feels like it was hit with a hammer from the inside. His chest fills with a feeling of dread, panic, anger, and confusion. His body feels cold frigid as beads of sweat form all over his body. He feels as though he's caught an illness but the source feels more in his mind than in his body. A thought forms broken in his mind before his knocked backwards to the far wall of the room by some unseen force.

Syn screams as Miro is flung across the room. She begins to panic as one of her friends lies motionless across the room and the other writhes in agony and torment in her arms. She has only felt this deep sense of helplessness once before in her life and that was when she lost everyone dear to her. She can't, she won't let it happen again. She says another prayer, only this time it is to the Goddess of her dead mother, Sarenrae. With a quick "please help them" She begins to scream as loudly as she can " Help, please anyone, help them" She scrambles with Bobole  still struggling in her arms over to Miro, and continues to scream until her throat is raw. When she can't scream any more she sits beside her friends sobbing and praying for a miracle for her friends.

All at once Bobole stops, lying dead still yet still breathing. Forever this seems to go on, nothing heard save for the ragged breaths of either Bobole or Miro, then without warning he arches his spine as far as it will go and lets out an ear piercing wail, blood pooling around him.

For a brief moment Syn thinks her prayers have been answered and she sets Bobole on the floor and checks on Miro. At Bobole's wail she turns back to him and notices the blood. Without thinking she runs from the room and down the hall banging on every door as she  goes praying that someone anyone will come to her aid. Then she runs back to her room grabs the sheet from the bed and hold it over Bobole's wound as she sobs in fear, anger and frustration. Directing that anger at the Gods she sobs "You cannot be this cruel, what have they done too deserve your anger. What have I done to have another family taken from me, If I have done something punish me, torment me, take my life not theirs."

Miro rises from the floor and strides over to Bobole.  His eyes burning a glowing silver.  He grabs his friend with a might unseen and pulls him to the wax circle.  Miro begins to trace sigils in the air as a cool wind from nowhere begins to swirl about him.  Still tracing sigils the broken circle of wax completes the ring around him and bobole and flashes then glows a soft white.  Miro continuing his spell trance begins arking more arcane gestures as another circle forms outside of the last a light blue in hue.  As the castings of protections from both evil and chaos complete Miro kneels down and next to his arching screaming commrad continues to buffet Boboles defensise one spell after another as he casts Unbreakable Hear and Swallow Your Fear on his friend.  With one last much longer string of sylbles and gestures Miro casts Sacred Space to the room filling it with a golden glow that eminates from everywhere and nowhere all at once.  Miro looks down to bobole now and in a voice both his and not his speaks. "Bobole.... its me your brother.  Take my hand and let us leave this dark place.  Don't be afraid, I will protect you."  Miro reaches down and places a hand on Boboles brow to whipe away the sweat.   "Hear me brother, and let us be away from this place...."

By the time she gets back a small crowd of bleary eyed patrons follow her to their room, some already holding weapons. Synovia watches in relief and awe as Miro rises and begins his ministrations, holding her breath, hoping and praying that it works.

[This thread officially invalidates the RP for this group from Friday. Friday's game will begin from the end of this RP.] Imahnee shoulders his way passed the crowned and utters under his breath. "From the Mother of Nightmares-" He turns to the crowd. "If you are not a fighter or  healer, return to your rooms. If you are fighter, be ready. If you are healer come forth." A slight woman with skin like molten chocolate steps forth. Her eyes are bright and round in her older face. Her body is covered in Osirian made of scars. "I can try to help, Imahnee." "Thank you, Mama. You always lend us your aid." She pats his massive arm. "And you always lend us your protection." She and Imahnee enter, her barefeet just an ant's span from Miro's circle. "Brother, may I enter?" 

Synovia barelly notices the people as she continues to pray for her friends.

Miro looks up and his hood shift from his head down to reveal a visage completely devoid of a face.  In its place is a smooth head like mask split in half by black and white.  The only break in its smooth surface are two eye holes.  The left side of his face contains the red orb his friends had come to know as his spell rage.  The Right this new glowing silver.  Without a mouth a voice comes from around the room both everywhere and nowhere all at once.   "We will take any aid we can get." The masks right side, the alabaster white begins to blur until the right side of a blue butterfly appears its wings decorated with a star and moon.  This creature if it were Miro at all raises his arms and with it Boboles body lifts from the floor into the air.  The room has grown deathly cold at this point and even its furnishings begin to rattle and creek beneith the sheer magical power raging in this room.   With that the circles part but a fraction in the direction of this new help and deftly close after she has passed. In his minds eye Miro is torn between the cosmos.  To his left a orb of such emense arcane energy it seemed akin to a planet standing next to a person, its gravity pulling at his soul with such strength that it was all Miro could do to remain in the here and now.  To his right though was a pure void littered with specs of raw energy these stars filled Miro with an ease and resolve that helped to fortify him in his struggle to remain.  Here in this quasi-world Miro contemplated how best to rest control of bobole from his nightmare.  Time passed like an eternity here in Miro's minds eye the every present pull to his left and the heartening freedom to his right.  Finally his eyes snap open and he smiles a devilish grin.  He looks to his right and speaks to the void hoping his suspicions to be right.   "Lady of the night.  Send me to him.  I've not access to the power that will let me project myself in his mind world."   Miro turns to his left.  If this seemingly planetary force of arcane magic could pull him just through sheer presence then maybe, just maybe through sheer force of will he could pull some of it to himself aswell.  He begins to focus his will towards the arcane planet willing it, forcing even just the smallest fraction into his own as he prepares to travel into what he hopes will be Bobole's minds eye.  Hopefully armed well enough to save his friend.... no his family from the dangers the lie beyond.

Synovia, who has not stopped crying nor taken her eyes from her two friends, gasps is shock at the sight of Miro and begins to rush forward as the unknown woman steps forward into the circle. She finds herself unable to move as a hand, strong as a band of iron grips her arm. As she struggles to free her arm  She demands in a shakey voice " Let me go!" and her skin begins to warm despite the frigid cold of the room. "I can not lose my family, not again."

Miro sees deep impending darkness, a flash of light like burning fire swirling and then he is back in the room. Bobole stops shivering though the wound on his belly remains gashed and unhealed. However, his face seems at peace. The woman exhales deeply, "I cannot seem heal the wound on his body....it's....unnatural."

All at once the screaming and wailing stops, giving way to short breaths, pained but calm.

Miro looks down as the mask crumbles to ash around him.  He pulls off his robe and drapes it across his friend.  The circles fade and the room calms.  Miro kneels down to Bobole and dabs the sweat from his brow.  "There you are my friend.... sleep now and be calm."   Miro looks up to synovia and then to the man holding her.   "Come here my sista.... everything is fine now.  He looks up to the woman and smiles.  You have my thanks."  He notices for the first time that he is revealed as a magic user and an ex-slave.  His eyes narrow at the thought.  He pulls his vest over his shoulders to try to hide the scars from the soul hooks.   He shakes his head that would be a scorpion to battle another day.  He holds his hand out to synovia while he kneels beside bobole.

Syn frees herself from the hand restraining her rushes over and takes Miro's hand, kneels beside him and whispers "I can not lose another family."

Miro nods.  "And we won't.  As long as we stick together nothing can stop us............"  Miro looks off into the distance a dark glance crossing his face.  "I mean harm us."

Synovia picks up Bobole and places him on the bed, then turns to Miro and helps him to his bed, then turns to the woman who helped Miro and with a tired smile says " Thank you for aiding my brothers. I am in your dept." Turning toward the man she says "I am sorry to disturb you sleep. Thank you for you aide."  She turns and walks out onto the balcony and stares across the city.

Slowly the hours of dawn are breaking thru the window to the Oasis, rays of light playing on Bobole's eye. A deep yawn emits from him, the first time in what felt like a long time he had slept peacefully. As he takes in his surrondings for a moment he sits up bolt right in bed "Where is she!?"

Synovia, who slept in a chair beside the bed, is startled awake "Bobole, you should be careful, your going to start bleeding again. I'm glad to see you are awake though. How do you feel?"

Bobole is almost surprised by Synovia's presence, he briefly takes in his surrondings, mostly the blood, but it can wait for later "Syn did you see her, where did she go!?"

With much muttering, the patrons of the Oasis exit the room, herded by Imahnee who looks back at the heroes with a hesitant look in his eyes. He shuts the door with a soft click, but the sounds of various conversations remain in the hallway.

"See who? How are you feeling?"

"The goblin where is she?!" Bobole rolls himself out of bed, falling to the floor with a painful thump "owowowow!" Bobole looks down at the source of his pain, wounds on his belly that will not heal, red and raw.

Syn helps him up,"You need to be careful you had a rough night..I thought you were going to die. "

"Did Miro do magic on me again, what happened?...and where's the goblin!"

"You were making horrible noises like someone was torturing you, I thought you were having a nightmare and tried to wake you. But, you wouldn't wake up. Then you started ripping at your stomach. I woke up Miro and he tried to stop you and something throws him across the room. Long story short with the help of another healer they were able to break the hold on you." Synovia shudders at the memory of both he friends lifeless on the floor and whispers "I thought I would lose you both last night"

"Hmm, then the goblin was in my dream, just like mother..." he sets himself against the bed post, thinking to himself, idly poking his wound, wincing every time.