♰ Before the Next Sacrifice

[immortalrose]

WHO: Augustine G. Rosethrawn & others (Open To All)
WHERE: Stygia (mainly Serene)
WHEN: Throughout all of October
WHAT: October Event + General Catch-all
WARNINGS: Possible violence, swearing, and mentions of death.

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PLOTTING 🌹 EVENT🌹 WILDCARD

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[immortalrose]

[A sigh of relief escapes Augustine once he sees the lantern. It seems all their hard work has paid off. Now the only thing they need to do is return it. While he suspects that the old woman in question is somewhere nearby, Augustine honestly doesn't know where Myrtille could be.

Nevertheless, he can't help but look a bit surprised once he hears that bit of gratitude. He gives D gives a smile, one that is borderline playful.]

You're more than welcome, D.

[He wanted to say something witty there but he's exhausted. Instead, he leads the hunter into this pantheon like structure here in hopes of finding the old woman somewhere within. The both of them are strangers to this realm, both unused to the customs here. He doesn't know where Myrtille and the others would keep this lantern but he assumes its within a structure like this.]

[damnpire]

[He's polite... mostly. Also, while he doesn't doubt his own strengths, Augustine didn't leave him behind. That's something to be grateful about at least.

As Augustine goes, D follows along behind, not rushed. Inside the pantheon, he glances around. The architecture of Serene reminds him a little of the places back home untouched by desolate desert sand. Old ruins of gardens and temples left behind by the Nobility who coveted beautiful and perfect things.

He lifts the lantern to place it on a nondescript altar, stepping back. Time is of little concern to someone who lives for so long, so he is actually alright with waiting. But there is a new addition on him; out of the edge of the cape, his pale left hand brings a piece of parchment.]

[immortalrose]

[This old pantheon does look like a temple of some sort. Unlike the churches he seen within the Barren, this place seems to be in much better condition. Sure there's a few cracks here and there on the concrete pillars nearby but overall, this temple seems rather clean. That means someone been taking care of it and Augustine is willing to bet it's the Restless.]

What is this place?

[Augustine asks as he glances around temple. Exhausted or not, he's on guard. If anything was to happen to that lantern now after overcoming the Darkness, it would be a tragedy. That's why when D places the lantern on the supposed altar, he can't help but feel a bit cautious.]

Are you sure this is the right place?

[He questions before D suddenly reaches for something.]

[damnpire]

I don’t know.

[Neither of his feet carry him away from the lantern. He folds the parchment up again, and it disappears inside of the long cape.]

It says to return to the door in the Shadowlands.

[In so many words really. His head suddenly turns to glance over his shoulder as the same old woman, Myrtille, steps out of the edge of the shadows and into the space they both occupy. She is here for the lantern shard, of course.

D steps back and away, remaining quiet m.]

[immortalrose]

[Just the mere mentions of the Shadowlands puts Augustine on edge. The time he spent there was a hellish one, something he would like to forget and never speak of again. While he managed to escape there with his "life" intact, he still can't get passed how utterly helpless he felt. No, that will haunt him for a very long time. Even so, he cannot help but look a bit surprise once he sees Mytrille emerging from the shadows.]

There she is.

[He whispers as the old crone makes her way towards the lantern. From this angle, this seemingly gentle old woman seems less like a Restless and more like an old witch from sort of grim fairytale. It's enough to put him on edge as she draws closer towards the lantern. While something about this encounter feels oddly off, Augustine steps away from the altar from Mytrille to reclaim it.]

What will happen now? [He asks with a hint of curiosity in his tone.] Will Serene return to how it was?

[damnpire]

[Crossing the sea is perilous and hell for him; however, D does not look bothered by the notion at least. But when does he look bothered by anything?

His eyes watch the old woman, and he remains quiet as Augustine asks the questions. When she takes the lantern, nothing happens thankfully. She tells them the lantern is but a piece of the actual one, a shard. Serene will return to a calmer state of being when the lantern is returned. If all else fails, other blood will have to be given to satisfy it.

D glances at Augustine without turning his head, then again looks at Myrtille so he can nod his head in acceptance.]

We've done what we can.