Wouldn't you like to use more than words?

[letsplayamod]

The last thing you recall is likely your own death. Whether it was fast or slow, it's over now. And you're... where are you?

One moment, you were among the living. The next - you may be one of the unfortunate ones who actually died. In which case, you've found yourself flowing in the lazy rivers of the river Styx, unfathomably deep underground. Just for a moment, mind you. It's not long before your consciousness is yanked from the waters by some scary monsters, shoved into a healed body, and pushed through a portal.

Or, maybe you were caught red-handed and sentenced to your doom. But, instead of a proper death, you were whisked down into the Veins of Tartarus. And there's really only one place that could lead to... Or is it?


You've been tossed down here by the will of the Titan, but what you find is A helping hand swooping you up - possibly literally, and potentially out of the grasp of the Titan himself.

Not a moment after, you're whisked through another rift, this one a shimmering gold. Into a realm of slightly more stable platforms and a lot more shit to look through. The area is practically littered with the ill-gotten goods of a thieving God (who is happy to note via pop-up illusion that you are touching his stuff). Here, however, you are safe; assured that Typhon cannot find or hurt you here.

For the moment, you can breathe before the next part comes.

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[tailoredfate]

[Aglaea has enough tact left in her to not make a comment about how last week's debacle clearly meant nothing. More death. More people hurting. More children dead.

There's a sour taste in her mouth as she stares down at the water, and a sharp sting in her arms as her nails, once carefully painted a pretty gold but now all but bare, dig into her flesh.

It's wrong to see Quark dead. Quark... Quark was as much of a guardian as she was. He had to make it out, for all of them. And Aoi, one of the sweetest...

... But also... a part of Aglaea wants to be selfish. She hasn't been selfish in almost a thousand years. But their brief reunion with the living stirred something inside of her that won't go back to sleep.]

How do we see the others? Is there a way for you to do it without taking focus off of what's going on here?

[raiseyoulikea]

If you'd like, you can look at anything you want. [Fenyx seems like she's trying to be careful with her words. This is a delicate, painful moment, and she can see that Algaea is feeling that too.] It might not always work, though.