[walkabout] - Day 180 - visual

[wholeheaded]

[ Ambrose projects an image to everyone: a grating somewhere in the sewer, chained and locked closed, but when he focuses on the lock the familiar sigil of the King in Yellow is clearly visible. ]

Unless you have the skills and know-how to magically bind an evil, madness-inducing primordial deity? Stay the hell away from this thing. If you do have that knowledge... someday I'd like to learn it but for now shoring up this seal would be great, thanks.

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[set_your_watches_for_fun]

Where did you find that? [Tick-Tock actually sounds serious for once.]

[wholeheaded]

In one of the sewer areas in Liminal Space. [ a brief pause. ] Have you... seen it before?

[set_your_watches_for_fun]

Yes. You haven't a copy of it about, do you? If so, I would recommend ridding yourself of it as quickly as possible. Preferably with fire.

[wholeheaded]

[ burn it. oh he remembers fire, and for a few moments the psychic link goes silent. ]

Light, heat, open flame-- yes, that would... no, the sigil is engraved on the lock. Burn or melt the lock, the chains are useless, a-and the gate'll open. One of us knows a warding spell, that'll have to do.

[set_your_watches_for_fun]

Ah, so it isn't something you're carrying about, but something you've seen engraved on a lock. That's less innocuous ... I suppose. [still, Tick-Tock sounds troubled]

Are you saying it's being used as a seal? That doesn't fit with what I know of the sign ...

[wholeheaded]

That's the thing with this life, experience is... frequently subverted. [ and Ambrose sounds just a touch shaken. ]

I believe the mark's put on weak points in liminal space, usually involving plumbing. It might be the Trumps giving us fair warning for where this... thing might appear. So far the only times something's gotten lose is when someone's messed with whatever the mark is on.

[set_your_watches_for_fun]

Or calling him. From what I know of it, anyone who possesses a copy is vulnerable to the influence of the King, with rotten effect. [blows out his breath through his nose in a soft huff] But you say it's not here? It's back where we've come from?

[wholeheaded]

[ it's all very, very complicated and in the back of his mind there's a confused innkeeper who wants to think nothing more on the subject. but he's not Laing anymore so he has to. ]

Right, it's not in the chamber. Just in liminal space. I don't think we've ever found the mark in a Jaunt world since Harrogate.

[set_your_watches_for_fun]

Still, that doesn't sound good. It'll likely still be there when we return from this little adventure, I expect?

[The Colonel finds it interesting how often the people he's met here refer to places and times he's not been, as if he should know what they're talking about. He supposes it's his air of confidence. He has no idea how far back 'Harrogate' is, but some time, he imagines from context.]

[wholeheaded]

[ giving time by jaunt is long-term traveler shorthand. telling actual time gets dicey, especially when one is infiltrating. there's entire lifetimes or more wrapped up in a few weeks, and like many of them Ambrose has become careless in that regard. if asked, he will try and clarify. ]

...possibly, but likely in a different location because liminal space does what liminal space does. Changes very frequently, I mean, we're in something of a constant state of flux.

[set_your_watches_for_fun]

Then we shall have to look. Best be on our guards, what?

[wholeheaded]

That's pretty much the second rule, yeah.