~Osric! Osric, fetch... help...~
Clemency House: Living Room(#2823RFJ)
The living room of the townhouse is well lit, with simple white walls and mock wooden floors. Theres a few basic carpets that line the floor to keep feet warm, as well as air vents...but overall, the living room is rather barren. There is an old recliner sitting in the corner, a leather couch with a few small rips in it against the wall, and an old late 90's model CRT TV that sits on a stand, gathering dust. There's no gaming system, but there is an old VCR player sitting there under the TV.
Most of the light in the living room really isn't from the outside. There are a pair of windows with blinds to cover them, but, the sun moves so that they rarely light up.
There is a staircase that leads upstairs, as well as a second staircase that leads downstairs right next to it. The one leading up seems to lead to another hallway while the down staircase has a door at the end. There is a front door that is wooden and freshly painted, while the kitchen behind seems to be just as barren as this room.
Mathias has left a note on the table. "Talking with the spirits, come as you will. Use the bathroom if need be." indeed, there's a mirror in there. The other part is while the front dor is unlocked...everything is turned off, lights, heat, everything. The light switches and the like have been tapped off while there sits a single candle on the table to provide light.
Cedric arrives at the front of the house, stalks up the path in an evident towering rage, and thumps on the front door hard enough to make it drift open, left unlocked as it is. This gives him pause. He enters the house more cautiously, looking around, and sees the note on the table. He keeps frowning, but nods curtly, and looks around for mirrors.
Mathias has left a bowl of water nearby for those who would use it, though the note mentions the mirror in the bathroom not far off. On the assumption Cedric steps sideways across the umbra, or to even glance across it...he may notice the bounds here have been made weaker considerably. Standing in the middle of the spiritual living room is Mathias, wearing full length grey robes, long enough to touch the ground while the hood covers his eyes. He stands there in the middle, chanting softly as he spins in a small circle. Around him are multiple small 'spiders' four legged creatures that are about six inchs tall and about the same length. The one currently sitting in his hand seemed to be made of pure lightning, crackling energy spitting off it, while the others nearby differ slightly. While there may be a few more of the energy spiders, there are mechanical ones, burning ones, wooden ones...different aspects of the house in spiritual form.
Cedric does indeed find the bathroom and its mirror, and he notes how weak the gauntlet appears at the moment with interest. Stepping through and shifting to glabro, he finds Mathias on the other side, surrounded by spiders. He pauses not far from the ritual, making his appearance plain unless Mathias is so sunk in his ritual he doesn't notice.
Mathias appears to have a cut on himself, across his chest. It glows softly, an eerie blue light that flows sort of like a lava lamp. Slowly, some of it gets syphoned off to the spider, to whom drinks the energy, before Mathias sets it down. It's the raw essence of gnosis, feeding the hearth so to say. After a moment, one of them starts clicking, a set of well polished gears spinning as it notices Cedric. Mathias turns to face the Glabro as he says softly "Welcome Cedric-Rhya." His voice smooth and calm.
Well, it's good that someone is smooth and calm, because Cedric plainly isn't. "You confounded young idiot," he begins, "what the deuce did you mean by letting Vera-rhya know you were still around? She ripped your good name to shreds at moot. I was yay close to frenzyin' over it all." He sighs. "You really are the most foolish young rip I ever clapped eyes on."
Mathias blinks a moment. "I didn't show myself to her. But, there is no doubt to whom told her." he looks to the spiders a moment, a few of them looking hungerly at Mathias, before the cliath looks back to Cedric. "I came to bring gifts to Cole, in the spirit of Samhain. Things took a turn for the worse when Dillen decided to frenzy on me. Even wrote them notes to apologize later. But, I know of her actions. The spirits have told me. A moot is not something spirits often keep quiet about, if you are willing to listen."
Cedric gives Mathias a glare which could shatter glass. "We'll talk more of this later. For now, speaking of spirits... there are matters to attend to, I believe?"
Mathias thankfully avoids most of the glare, as he still has his hood covering most of his eyes. He gives a simple nod as he picks one of them up, A metal one that has channels all over it's bodies. At times these channels glow a bright orange before fading away. He says simply "These are the hearth spiders, those who live in the things of the weaver, and keep them together. They are not always able to survive on thier own, and things fall apart. Tonight is the end of the day of rest for them, as I nourish them all, so that they may have the strength to make it through the winter unharmed." the one in his hands has already begun to suckle on the blue energy.
Cedric takes a deep breath and releases it, then speaks more calmly. "How, if at all, should I assist in this rite?"
Mathias releases the spider in his hands after a few moments, then says softly "How is the strength of your spirit? If you do not feel it in you, or the desire to help feed them, then I'd ask that you guard for the other spirits of the weaver, those who would try to steal what we have, and close up gauntlet again. The hearth spiders here have allowed it to fall away for a short while, as they know it is a requirement for this effort. After tonight, when I leave, they will close the gauntlet once more.
Cedric makes a little 'hmph' sound. "My spirit's fine, s'far as I know. You're the theurge, not me... But I'll guard." He looks around suspiciously for any interlopers.
Well, it seems innocent enough, Mathias is 'paying' the spirits for an intended effect. But, there's a hungry look to them. Like as if they aren't satisfied with just what has been given to them, and want more. A few of them start to wander over to Cedric, trying to surround Cedric as they can.
Cedric favours the spirits with an imperious glare from under his glabrous brow. For a moment the scene is awfully reminiscent of King Canute commanding the waves to retreat from his royal person. Especially since the spirits don't seem to be paying any more attention to Cedric than the waves did to Canute. "Osric!" calls Cedric, and points to the advancing spirits expectantly.
The smaller spiders are looking about hungerly, until a group of four pattern spiders seem to come out of the spiritual woodwork. Having been hidden the whole time, they start to run along the walls of the room, leaving a trail of webbing in thier wake. To those who might feel it, the gauntlet has just inverted, from being lax to now being very tight. There's no doubt here, it's been a setup, with Cedric being the added bonus. Mathias points and says "Cedric, to the bathroom! Quick!" his form moving up to that of the crinos, though one step and suddenly the smaller spiders begin to pounce...thier fangs like drills into the spiritual essence, draining and pulling energy as they can. Cedric is not spared this effect, as the small ones try to pounce and bite into him as well.
"Osric!" Cedric calls out again, a note of dismay entering his voice. If Osric is present, Mathias, at least, can't see him. Cedric bulks up to crinos, and his hand moves to his side where the klaive hangs, but even as he draws it, he's retreating towards Mathias.
Promises-Kept growls as he makes a charge to get through the webbing, and into the bathroom. Claws flash as he does, ripping and tearing at the webs that have been set up. Though he manages to break through it and open a passage, he gives a quick growl, ~Quickly!~ Spiders are latched onto his legs now, making every effort harder, though the crinos refuses to give up so easily. The four pattern spiders in the room are now formed in a semi-circle around Cedric, as if trying to hear the pair.
~Osric! In Falcon's name!~ bellows Lightning as he picks his way backwards, trying to avoid the teeming masses of spiders that seem to be coming from nowhere. His klaive comes into his hand and starts to snicker back and forth, but it doesn't seem to have much positive effect on the spirits -- perhaps he's a bad shot, or perhaps there are just too many. Lightning, as well as whirling the blade, is stamping up and down now, trying to tread the smaller spiders underfoot. His progress towards the bathroom is painfully slow.
Promises-Kept manages to get to the bathroom door, opening it...though he looks more then drained already. But, there's another surprise waiting within...there was a fifth pattern spider, as it jumps and tackles the silver-grey crinos to the ground, shooting out it's webs to cover the creature and bring it into the pattern, to absorb it's gnosis. With screechs of a trap well sprung, the other four all spring at once onto Lightning, trying to take him down as well, and to cover him in thier webs. Whatever hearth spiders may die, more spring up from thier place, broken, but still moving.
Lightning's klaive sweeps, once, twice, a third time. Pattern webs are cloven once, twice, a third time... and no more. The galliard's arm is ensnared in webs as one of the spiders gains purchase on his shoulder, and it's frozen in place, still raised to swing. ~Promises-Kept! You unutterable idiot!~ cries Lightning in despair as more of the spirit creatures pounce on him and begin to coccoon him in more of their calcifying webs. ~Osric!~ he gasps, once more. ~Osric, fetch... help...~
Promises-Kept gives a low strained growl, before that too is shut off from the crinos. He's now just an unmoving coccoon, unable to do anything at all for the moment. Or even, for awhile. The theurge, well, he's been captured...unable to do a thing anymore. Whine.
Lightning too disappears beneath a thick coating of striated weaver-webbing, sealed into it like a toy inside a Kinder egg, only a strange angular protrusion in the web covering showing where he still holds his klaive aloft.
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