You stand and announce your intention to plead with the God Shell. Old Logi looks like he would argue but slumps, defeated.
You take a torch and leave the hut, walking through the mist, singing the holy songs that you hope will keep you safe. You think you see shapes in the fog, shapes that look human but not quite. You hold onto the torch and draw your sickle and keep walking until you arrive at the entrance to the God Shell. They tell you that the vast majority of the shell is underground, that it is actually much bigger then it appears but what does show above ground is truly monstrous. In the day light you would be able to see the Shell’s marbled colours, the way that the different shades of blue interwove through each other. It is too dark for that however and the Shell is just a dark shape before you. You can fell its affects however. Your hair begins to stand on end and your mouth tastes metallic. You stand at the bottom of the slop that reaches up to the Shell’s cavernous entrance. There is a shrine here, soaked and stained from many offerings. You take a minute to pray, perhaps in the vain hopes that the God Shell will respond and you will not have to undertake this ordeal. Suddenly a voice comes from the darkness, causing you to whirl around.
It is the voice of your father, deep and authoritative yet comforting. He asks you to stop this foolishness. To come home with him. To take of the heavy cloak of shell and bone and to sleep. Do not throw away your life on a foolish endeavour he begs. You increase your grip on your sickle.
You father has been dead for four years now.
Do you:
Go to him.
Ignore him and enter the shell.
You take a torch and leave the hut, walking through the mist, singing the holy songs that you hope will keep you safe. You think you see shapes in the fog, shapes that look human but not quite. You hold onto the torch and draw your sickle and keep walking until you arrive at the entrance to the God Shell. They tell you that the vast majority of the shell is underground, that it is actually much bigger then it appears but what does show above ground is truly monstrous. In the day light you would be able to see the Shell’s marbled colours, the way that the different shades of blue interwove through each other. It is too dark for that however and the Shell is just a dark shape before you. You can fell its affects however. Your hair begins to stand on end and your mouth tastes metallic. You stand at the bottom of the slop that reaches up to the Shell’s cavernous entrance. There is a shrine here, soaked and stained from many offerings. You take a minute to pray, perhaps in the vain hopes that the God Shell will respond and you will not have to undertake this ordeal. Suddenly a voice comes from the darkness, causing you to whirl around.
It is the voice of your father, deep and authoritative yet comforting. He asks you to stop this foolishness. To come home with him. To take of the heavy cloak of shell and bone and to sleep. Do not throw away your life on a foolish endeavour he begs. You increase your grip on your sickle.
You father has been dead for four years now.
Do you:
Go to him.
Ignore him and enter the shell.