RECORDING 13: THE FIFTH WEEK.

[foundationmods]

A fifth week in this place begins, with less of your number among you. It's practically routine at this point, isn't it?

Routine, also is the feeling when you wake up - it's clear the Miasma has gotten even thicker. Now everyone is at level 4 - barring the two 'lucky' negators among you, you are all suffering the effects, your eyes flashing a deep, dark purple when experiencing negative emotion.

Any magic that touches the house itself will corrode over time, just like last week. If a barrier is put in place and touches the floor, walls, or ceiling, in a few hours it will be completely consumed by the miasma and fizzle out. Spells or seals will also give off miasma, and healing is still reduced to even the most powerful of spells only healing minor injuries.

You will not be able to save a grievously injured person from death through spells anymore.

The Temperature has taken another dip. It's now in the 50's, and nippy to need a layer or two. As before, the rooms have changed, so hopefully you kept anything essential in the static area.

17 of your number still remain.

...What new horrors await you this week?


WARNING: Some investigations of new areas will contain traps that may be harmful or even lethal.
MIASMA LEVEL: 4
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[deadanimemom]

We're all limited too, you know that! [She snaps.] We can't just help you, or tell you what to do!

Maybe you should all just give up and join us instead. You won't get away. We can't let that happen.

[oxidegreen]

Why can't you let that happen?

[deadanimemom]

We can't let you get away. You're going to join us soon enough, you're going to suffer like we are. So you're right. Just ignore us when we "all want you to do things". [She says, snapping out the words.]

[oxidegreen]

[...]

Maybe it was unfair of me to ignore you all this time. Suffering alone... that just hurts even more.

[deadanimemom]

I used to think like that. I... [she used to think they could all escape, that she could do something, that she could fight back even now.]

You'll understand soon. We'll make you understand. [And there's a rush of plant growth, an explosion of flowers and branches and writhing reaching roots that rips through Yuri's form in a rush of gore and expands to fill the room.

But it doesn't touch Marona. It forms a cage around her, but it doesn't touch her.


And then, after a moment too long, it fades out in a rush of miasma that dissipates as well. And there's no sign of Yuri left in the room, though that feeling of being watched lingers.]

[oxidegreen]

[She tenses as she's entrapped by the vines, not relaxing even once they've vanished again. She does however speak softly even as Yuri leaves, to any ear that may be open to it.]

...I know. I know that. But I can't stop fighting for you yet.

[But, well. It's time to move on.]