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[BlackPaladin99]

Send shadow beasts to scout the portal

[TricMagic]

(Sorry about not posting. Bit tired these days. You can auto me if you want.)

[Magmacube_tr]

Alfred: Touch the portal.
Dice: 1

Drukalfar: Scout the portal.
Dice: 11

TricMagic: Help Alfred.
Dice: 8


The portal glistens in the dark, much to the amazement of Alfred, who starts to admire just how smooth it is. It feels like cold glass.

This is a bad idea though. As he moves onto feeling the edges, the mono-molecular edges of the obsidian cuts through his flesh like butter, forming a cut that goes across his left index finger and palm. He is befalled at how he feels nothing at first. But curls up and screams in pain as soon as the cut floods with blood and his body notices the wound. The pain is indescribable.


The halo and the creature re-appears behind the curled up human and his panicked friend with a smug and condescending aura, even though there is no way it can physically convey that.

"Haha, dumb human. Teaches you to not mess with Miner tech."

"F-fuck you."

"This is what I came to expect from your ignorant kind. Though it is impressive how much edge Miner's filled their stuff with."

"Shu-shut the f-fuck up!"

"Why? Is it because I am right? You know, its not my fault your species is a incapable as to be unable to spontaneously regenerate-"

"AAAAAAA-"


Even if the room is small, Drukalfar refuses to let his guard down.

The beasts find nothing in the small room, except one. One beast retrieves a large, unnaturally sharp piece of what appears to be flint. It is very, very lightweight. It was just behind the portal.


The wound is persistent. Tric tries to mend it, but his work is consantly ruined by the slightest shake. Alfred does that alot. He searches for alternate items around using skylink, until it detects Drukalfar's wineskin.

"Hey." He says to the drow "Help me here. You have some vitality cider there. Hand it over."

The dark elf hands the wineskin over. Tric puts it over Alfreds mouth.

"Here, drink this. This will make you feel better."

Alfred drinks the cider, cringing at the sharp and sweet taste. It tastes like apples.

"What was that?"

"Don't question it. It will take some time for the cider to heal you. So try not to use your left hand."

Tric calls for bandages to cover Alfred's hand. Human takes a deep breath. That stuff must have some painkilling qualities.


The commotion is over. But the your situation hasn't changed at all. The portal is still closed.

If you have recognised this particular portal, then you must know how to open it.

What Do You Do?

[BlackPaladin99]

on a hunch, drukalfar grabs his wineskin back summons shadow flint-and-steel and strikes them at the bottom of the portal. 

[Fluffe9911]

Alfred stares at his hand in contemplation when out of the corner of his eye he notices Drukalfar about to light the portal "STOP DONT LIGHT THAT!"

Try to stop him from lighting that portal we should atleast look around the entire room first and have a precaution plan to cut the portal off should something go wrong... besides dont those lead to like the minecraft equivalent of hell?!?! We could all get killed!

[Magmacube_tr]

Drukalfar: Try to open the portal with shadow flint and steel.
Dice: N/A

Alfred: Convince others to not open the portal.
Dice: 10

TricMagic: Open the portal.
Dice: 16


A mystery idea suddenly appears within the dark elves mind. A weird voice, it is. Something from the back of his mind, perhaps?

It isn't important. He summons two objects, goes over to the portal frame, then rubs them at eachother sharply.

But since the said objects are made of shadow and are not actually flint nor steel, there are no sparks produced, and portal stays closed.


That doesn't stops Alfred from freaking the hell out though.

"STOP DON'T LIGHT THAT! YOU IDIOT THIS IS A GATE TO HELL!"

"My faces and corners, calm your vestigial mammalry glands!"

"NO DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO FUCK YOU!"

"You guys need to get through this portal. The next elevators inside."

"NO WAY IN HELL NOT AFTER ALL I HAVE BEEN THROUGH! FUCK THE ELEVATOR!"

"I am telling you, you have seen nothing yet. You didn't even encountered the Miner's themselves yet."


While those two continue to banter, Tric summons a flint and steel and lights the portal. The room is filled with brillant, wavy purple light, its movements in sync with the spiralling patterns on the portals entrance.

Hellish sounds eminate from it. The bantering has ceased, and everyone is silent except for Alfred who keeps mutterng "no"...

"Oh, by the way, where has the forumites true mind had gone to?"


You are going to hell. A very special kind of hell, too, it is.

What Do You Do?

[Fluffe9911]

"No! No! No! Uhuh no way! You guys can go ahead and go through the death portal but im staying right here until I got indisputable proof that my entire body wont be burnt to a crisp the milisecond I walk through that gateway you guys are damn lucky nothing came through it damn lucky!"

Be the stubborn college student that I am and stay in the currently mostly safe portal room until im 100% certain I wont boil alive when I go through that portal maybe strike up some conversation with that smug errr Silicon(?) thing that keeps following (me?) us around for some reason.

[BlackPaladin99]

drukalfar, with a hint of amusement on his face, sends shadow beasts through the portal to scout and/or secure the landing area.

[Magmacube_tr]

Alfred: Be a scaredy cat and stay put.
Dice: N/A
"And will I let you do that?"
:18
"Oh well. Dice gods have smiled on you, this time."

Drukalfar: Scout whats inside the portal.
Dice: 15

TricMagic: Enter the portal.
Dice: N/A


"You guys can go ahead and die if you want. I am staying here!"

"Suit yourself, Alfred. We need to move though."

Tric dissappears inside the swirling purple, Silicon happily sees him out.

"Goodbye! Don't worry. I'll make sure he follows you after this."

"What does that mean?"

"Calm down. I am not gonna hurt you."


Drukalfar sends a team of beasts inside the portal.

It's... indescribeable. It's nothing like what Drukalfar has ever seen.

All kinds of random stuff strewn around, floating as if gravity had no say on them. Stone, wood, dirt, all sorts of things and some weird red material, all shaped perfectly rectangular, cover everything in a cacaphonial hellscape, forming clusters of chaos and sometimes lining into paths that pierce through the mess and break off randomly.

Countless portal frames identical to the one they use are strewn around also, all of which are broken and inactive.

Lava. Lava everywhere. Water too, just much less. There are huge, monolithic mountains of cobbled rock and obsidian are barely visible from the common mess. They are to the left, forming the only stable ground around.

Beasts spend more time just trying to find a path through it all, more than anything. They do note that it is quiet. Very quiet.

Drukalfar enters the portal then leaving Alfred alone with Silicon.


Tric knows what this is. Miners naturally tend to be messy and careless in their ways. They were never a race that particularly cared for their actions' effect on others. Even against eachother.

And he also knew that they were pretty, wild, nowadays. Feral even. For a long, long while.


"Come on, pizza boy. Just pass through. It is safe. I know it."

"no"

"Trust me. Just go in."

"No. I said no. Why don't you leave me alone? I didn't asked for you. Why do you keep following me?"

"Because seeing simple organics beings like you getying into our business is just fun."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh silly. Do you think you are the only human who came here? Thousands came. All perished. Some died of their needs. Some died of sudden hits. Some died torturously, sometimes suffering for months on end. They all died not understanding."

Alfred is silent.

"Why do I follow you?"

"So I can personally know how you will die."

"G-Get away from me!" Alfred gets up.

"Can't blame me! It's too boring to lay down and watch my kin go around in endless circles of mania. Maybe I too am ending up just like them. Just like Porcalein. Silver. Foam. Silicon Oxide. Slowly."

Alfred backs to the portal not taking his eyes off the rambling maniacal thing. He yells to the portal, hoping others can hear him.

"G-Guys?! Are you there? Wait for me!"

No answer comes. But Alfred takes his exit anyways. It's got to better on the other side. Or both of his companions are already dead and so will he in a couple of seconds. Swirling purple fills his vision...

He braces himself.


And Silicon is left alone.

"Heh. I have been hiding from it for what? A billion years? A trillion? Quad?"

he smiles to himself he can feel the strain it gnaws on his edges it blares on his corners he can feel the tingling rising very slowly so that is how it feels at first good then bad is it or not

"I guess you can't hide from it forever. So why not make it more fun? Messing with mortals beats wallowing in slow descent into insanity all day everyday."

He makes his vessel dissapear.


"GUYS ARE YOU- THANK GOD YOU GUYS ARE OKA-"

Drukalfar pulls him down behind a dirt block before he can react.

"Wha- fff mffff" He is cut by Tric putting his hand on his mouth.

"Be quiet"

"ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭ⚍∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ↸ᒷℸ ̣ ᒷᓵℸ ̣ ᒷ↸ ᓭ𝙹ᒲᒷℸ ̣ ⍑╎リ⊣ ∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑ ᓭ𝙹⚍リ↸"

A complex mesh of sonorous, harsh droning and buzzing sounds fill the air. It's talking. But not human. It's neither the chitter that the lego people made.

It's more strained. Commanding. Cold. Yet elegant and sophisticted.

"ᔑ⎓⎓╎ᒲ╎ℸ ̣ ╎⍊ᒷ"

The sounds are coming from above. Just above a set of random blocks which block the view down.

"╎ ᓭᒷリᓭᒷ ᔑリ ⚍リ⚍ᓭ⚍ᔑꖎ ⎓𝙹∷ᒲ 𝙹⎓ ∷ᒷᔑꖎ╎ℸ ̣ || ᔑꖎℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ᓵᔑℸ ̣ ╎𝙹リ | ᔑ ʖᒷ╎リ⊣ ∴⍑╎ᓵ⍑ ᒷᒲ╎ℸ ̣ ᓭ ᔑ ᓭ╎⊣リᔑℸ ̣ ⚍∷ᒷ ⚍リꖌリ𝙹∴リ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ᒲᒷ"

"ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭ⚍∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ᔑ∷ᒷ リ𝙹ℸ ̣  ⎓ᔑꖎꖎᔑᓵ╎𝙹⚍ᓭ | ╎ ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ リ𝙹 ᓭ⚍ᓵ⍑ ╎リ!¡⚍ℸ ̣"

"ᔑ⎓⎓╎∷ᒲ╎ℸ ̣ ╎⍊ᒷ"


Miners seek you. Do you seek death, or do you hide and find you way to the elevator?

What Do You Do?

[Fluffe9911]

Alfreds eyes go wide "..."

Well this was a mistake stay silent for once and let the others take the lead maybe they can deal with this situation without getting us all killed?

[BlackPaladin99]

Drukalfar looks through the shadows to pinpoint the miners' locations.  he then takes control of their shadows and performs a reverse shadowbind.  what this does is, it switches the shadow-entity binding so that, instead of the shadow having to move with the entity, the entity moves with the shadow.  In essentia, this allows the shadows to move and the humans act like shadows did.  if this works, he then  sprints for the elevator.  if not and he is noticed, he sends shadow beasts to attack, creates a shadow wall, and backs through the portal.  If not and he isnt noticed, he melds with a shadow and stays hidden. 
"I'll try.  if you see me sprint for the elevator, follow me. If you see me back into the portal behind us, follow me.  If you see me turn into a shadow, hide.  Got it?”

[Fluffe9911]

Alfred nods

[Magmacube_tr]

Drukalfar: Back towards the portal while distracting the enemy.
Dice: 11

Alfred: Do nothing, and let others take the lead.
Dice: 4

TricMagic: Calm the situation down.
Dice: 15


It doesn't take long for Drukalfar to notice that there are no shadows here. And that he just sent that very noticable wave of dark magic up at the enemy.

"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ℸ ̣ ᔑ∷⊣ᒷℸ ̣ ᓭ ᔑ∷ᒷ ᔑℸ ̣  リᒷ⊣ᔑℸ ̣ ╎⍊ᒷ ⨅ᒷℸ ̣ ᔑ."

Two blocks at the ceiling almost instantly crumble away and two beings fall from the holes.

They are... disturbing. They look humanoid, but their finer features are buried under a layer of dark metal armor which glistens in a powerful, purple magic imbuded on them in a time immemorial.

All that is to say about them is that they look as monolithic as everything around them. From what their armor allows to see, one looks like nothing except a swirl of rainbow colors, and the other is modelled after a human with very large eyes. It is apparent they are just painted over though.

They are both looking around, without eyes and talk without mouths, walk without knees or feet, and graps at their dark, purply swords without elbows or hands.

They are both exactly 1.8 meters tall, for some strange reason.


Drukalfar lunges for the elevator and summons a pack of shadow beasts to attack the strange duo, and Alfred follows behind him.

The beasts put up a fight, but are quickly dispatched at the ends of sharp metal. Drukalfar summons a shadow wall behind him to compensate, but that leaves Alfred, who was just behind him, to bonk headfirst to the wall.

Drukalfar was just about to enter the portal, when;

"Ow! Hey what the hel - bop- wHAT! NO STOP IT!"

"ꖎ𝙹𝙹ꖌ ᔑ ᓭ𝙹⎓ℸ ̣  𝙹リᒷ | ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣  ↸𝙹 ʖ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ 𝙹⎓ ⚍ᓭ ↸𝙹 ∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑ ╎ℸ ̣  ||𝙹⚍ ∷ᒷᓵꖌ𝙹リ"

"ᓭᒷℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ╎リ⊣ ╎ℸ ̣  𝙹リ ⎓╎∷ᒷ ╎ !¡∷𝙹!¡𝙹ᓭᒷ | ╎ ᔑ⎓⎓╎∷ᒲ ʖ⚍ℸ ̣  ∴ᒷ ᓭ⍑𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ↸𝙹 ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣  ᓭꖎ𝙹∴ꖎ|| ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ╎ℸ ̣ "

Click Fire crackling

"WAIT NONONONO PLEASE NO DONT-

" ∴ᔑ╎ℸ ̣  ᓭℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ !¡ꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ  ! ⍑ᒷ ╎ᓭ ᒲ|| ⎓∷╎ᒷリ↸ ↸𝙹リℸ ̣  ʖ⚍∷リ ⍑╎ᒲ !

There is a small silence after Tric blocktalks in plea, only distrupted the flame and Alfred's deep breaths.

"Drukalfar, wait, please. I need some help with this."

Drukalfar reluctantly recalls the wall. The sight is out of a fever dream. Tric with a fearful expression looking expectantly at the two creatures who seemingly have Alfred is tight grasp, without hands or fingers, somehow.

The human mimic is holding Alfred in place and the swirly one is sharply pulling at his right feet and is holding it just above a very rectangular looking fire that is burning from nothing but red rock.

Alfred is punches the mimics arm to no effect, and squirms to get out their grasp. He gives up shortly after, instead focusing on how warm the fire is.


Meanwhile, Silicon is having great leasuire and pleasure watching the events unfold from his monitor. These two blocksters sure are feisty. Not as much as others though. They would have torn the human apart, limb by limb and alive already.

Doesn't that dark elf guy have magic apple juice with him? So what if Alfred gets a feet or leg gradually burnt off? He'll heal and get over it. As mortals do.

Besides, look at him! He had no legs or feet ever and he is just fine with his levitating! Can humans levitate? He doesn't remembers...


The Miner's are not doing this for a ransom, grudge or pleasure.

They are doing it just because they can. For the sake of it.

What Do You Do?

[Fluffe9911]

"I KNEW THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!" Hot! Hot! Hot! Keep legs away from fire! Keep legs away from fire! I still got some change in my pocket right? Throw that! Do something! AHHHHH!

[BlackPaladin99]

Due to there being light, there must be shadow.  Drukalfar creates three shadow tentacles attached to the ground and sends one to wrap around each of his teammates and himself.  he then creates a portal to a den of shadowmouths.  shadowmouths are giant Horrors that are constantly inhaling.  they will, therefore, suck everything not tied down towards them and the portal.