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RE: Third Door: Judgement - Velyre - 3/31/2026
skill: death-touched
attempting to free the wolf!
attempting to free the wolf!
It was no question to her which path she must take. The path that would take everything—she sneered. There was nothing left of her to give, save for this vile hound's flesh. She moved through the third door without looking back.
She was beneath a mountain. It must be a cavern, deep beneath the earth—but the rumbling, the strange magic that coursed through it—no, this place was no ordinary realm. The being connected to it, too, was no ordinary wolf.
He raged and snarled. Through his anger, Velyre stayed silent and still. Watching, listening. From what she had been able to surmise, yes, he had been left behind. She paused, watching, as others arrived. Some leapt for the mad prisoner's throat. Some sought to free him. She eyed the chains that bound him. Would breaking them break his connection to this construct, too? Or would it only make him that much more difficult to end? Did it matter? Did any of them have any hope of putting such a being to death? After what he had endured, perhaps he deserved this last act of revenge. Perhaps he was a monster. Or perhaps, once freed, he would choose not to be one.
Velyre turned to the nearest chain and clamped down with all her (admittedly not awe-inspiring) might, straining with all the force her small body could muster to break it.
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Alaric 2.0 - 3/31/2026
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Elli - 3/31/2026
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Her slumber was troubled and rife with discontent.
The urgency followed Elli into wakefulness and she half-rose with the intention to fight or flight - but there was nothing, presently, for her to throw her weight at. She was alone where she had drifted off, but there was a presence now.
Something summoned her, and she realized a choice lay ahead of her.
Eyes of two shades stared at the trio of portals, her gaze appraising as the vestiges of sleep were bade away by the sheer mortality pressing down upon her. She didn't fear death anymore - it hadn't kept her down last time.
Elli was not one who could be contained. Nor could she be controlled, leashes meant nothing to her.
She gathered herself to stand and, without another thought, she plunged into the third portal.
Before her was a scene she hadn't anticipated. Chains clung to a wolf, binding him to the earth at his feet. His eyes rolled with something between fury and grief - perhaps both - and she felt a twinge of... empathy?
Then it became clear - he had been forgotten about. The other two had left him behind to save their own hides; they had been more concerned for their own wellbeing to keep their promise.
Talk was cheap.
Words meant nothing without actions to back them up.
A flicker of pain and anger that was her own sparked to life in her chest and a snarl pleated her muzzle.
The stones around her were etched in the same manner as the runes she and Amaris found, and she presumed, others had also found. She couldn't have ever guessed their meanings, but she eyed their glowing forms warily as she tried to take stock of the situation. Wolves had descended on the raging wolf to try and, presumably, free him.
She didn't have to think twice.
Elli lunged forward, jaws prying at the chain even as it bit back. The pain was searing, but she pulled all the same, her own rage building into an electric storm of adrenaline chasing down each limb and converging in her chest. A deep growl rumbled around her hold as she shoved against the ground with her paws, using the tension and pressure to aid her efforts.
She wanted him to unleash his deserved fury.
The type of fury she understood, for it lived beneath her skin for all the times she was left behind.
She wanted him to make them pay.
The urgency followed Elli into wakefulness and she half-rose with the intention to fight or flight - but there was nothing, presently, for her to throw her weight at. She was alone where she had drifted off, but there was a presence now.
Something summoned her, and she realized a choice lay ahead of her.
Eyes of two shades stared at the trio of portals, her gaze appraising as the vestiges of sleep were bade away by the sheer mortality pressing down upon her. She didn't fear death anymore - it hadn't kept her down last time.
Elli was not one who could be contained. Nor could she be controlled, leashes meant nothing to her.
She gathered herself to stand and, without another thought, she plunged into the third portal.
Before her was a scene she hadn't anticipated. Chains clung to a wolf, binding him to the earth at his feet. His eyes rolled with something between fury and grief - perhaps both - and she felt a twinge of... empathy?
Then it became clear - he had been forgotten about. The other two had left him behind to save their own hides; they had been more concerned for their own wellbeing to keep their promise.
Talk was cheap.
Words meant nothing without actions to back them up.
A flicker of pain and anger that was her own sparked to life in her chest and a snarl pleated her muzzle.
The stones around her were etched in the same manner as the runes she and Amaris found, and she presumed, others had also found. She couldn't have ever guessed their meanings, but she eyed their glowing forms warily as she tried to take stock of the situation. Wolves had descended on the raging wolf to try and, presumably, free him.
She didn't have to think twice.
Elli lunged forward, jaws prying at the chain even as it bit back. The pain was searing, but she pulled all the same, her own rage building into an electric storm of adrenaline chasing down each limb and converging in her chest. A deep growl rumbled around her hold as she shoved against the ground with her paws, using the tension and pressure to aid her efforts.
She wanted him to unleash his deserved fury.
The type of fury she understood, for it lived beneath her skin for all the times she was left behind.
She wanted him to make them pay.
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Shiloh2 - 3/31/2026
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He was still coiled protectively around Tiberii when he woke, but the dream occupied his conscious thoughts before his eyes even opened.
The lion swallowed around the lump in his throat, thickened by adrenaline that dried his mouth. He would burn this entire world down for Tiberii, and now he was faced with a choice - a choice that, truthfully, was a no-brainer.
Leaning forward, his muzzle drifted to press his nose against her forehead. He breathed in her scent, letting it trickle down into his lungs. Shiloh had only just gotten her back, and now he might lose her - or, more accurately, she might lose him.
But he would die time and time again, he would sacrifice himself, if it meant she might carry on. He had found his way to her twice now, and that was more than he could have ever really asked for - he didn't deserve her, he knew, but she saw fit to welcome him back.
Shiloh's nose lowered to her cheek as he felt the selfish impulse to ignore the dream's summons and the portals - he could just close his eyes and fold back into her and the world would be narrowed again to just the two of them and the den cocooning them. They could block out the end of days, let it unravel.
But that wasn't who he was, and that wasn't the sort of man who deserved to be at her side.
Still, he lingered for a few long moments, absorbing what could be the last seconds he would share her presence. He traced the outline of her cheek, her muzzle with ghosting touches - committing them to memory - before he stopped at the space betwixt her brows again. This time, he pressed a kiss to the spot.
Stormcloud eyes roiled as he murmured, each word purposeful and an oath all their own,
Speaking it aloud was a two-fold chain reaction. It both solidified and broke him, pulled him to his feet and made his steps heavy. He extricated himself from Tiberii and his heart bled with every step he took away from her, and he hoped she didn't wake until he was already through the portal - because if she asked him to stay, he would be powerless to resist.
He had to do this - nothing at all mattered if he couldn't do everything he could to keep her safe.
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On the other side of the portal, he stepped into a fresh hell.
Chains anchored a volatile wolf to the ground, pinning him in place like the world's largest butterfly. As his memories washed over all in attendance, it all began to fall into place.
It was a story written with betrayal, of promises made and promises broken; a story of siblings between whom a rift had opened. One choice, made for whatever reason, had determined fate's path. It was one of those philosophical forks in the road - one you could not come back from.
Shiloh held his ground as he watched the other wolves, but when his eyes landed on the captive wolf's injured leg, a frisson of empathy rose. He reminded him of Kieran - Kieran who wanted to become a knight just like him, who had poured his years into it only to get injured before he could take the oath. He had only been a page, barely past using wooden sparring swords, and every dream he had became ash on his tongue. The depths of his despair were steep. Shiloh hadn't liked meeting his eye on his visits back home, knowing he was climbing the ranks while his younger brother could only stand idly by, knowing he would never do the same.
In a way, he left his brother behind, too - not that anyone could have blamed him, and he knew Kieran didn't, either. But maybe he could have been there for him on a deeper level if he hadn't been so preoccupied with assuaging his own bruised self-worth.
The wolf's deafening roar pulls Shiloh from his ill-fated reverie and he takes stock of the situation. Wolves were both plucking away at the chains while others tried to inflict harm, and when anger became a roiling flame within his chest, he knew what choice he needed to make.
With urgent strides, he darted forward and lurched for one of the chains.
Was he speaking to his brother or the wolf? He wasn't sure. All he was certain of is that he would do whatever he could to keep the world from collapsing in on itself, and he was going to free this fucking wolf.
The lion swallowed around the lump in his throat, thickened by adrenaline that dried his mouth. He would burn this entire world down for Tiberii, and now he was faced with a choice - a choice that, truthfully, was a no-brainer.
Leaning forward, his muzzle drifted to press his nose against her forehead. He breathed in her scent, letting it trickle down into his lungs. Shiloh had only just gotten her back, and now he might lose her - or, more accurately, she might lose him.
But he would die time and time again, he would sacrifice himself, if it meant she might carry on. He had found his way to her twice now, and that was more than he could have ever really asked for - he didn't deserve her, he knew, but she saw fit to welcome him back.
Shiloh's nose lowered to her cheek as he felt the selfish impulse to ignore the dream's summons and the portals - he could just close his eyes and fold back into her and the world would be narrowed again to just the two of them and the den cocooning them. They could block out the end of days, let it unravel.
But that wasn't who he was, and that wasn't the sort of man who deserved to be at her side.
Still, he lingered for a few long moments, absorbing what could be the last seconds he would share her presence. He traced the outline of her cheek, her muzzle with ghosting touches - committing them to memory - before he stopped at the space betwixt her brows again. This time, he pressed a kiss to the spot.
Stormcloud eyes roiled as he murmured, each word purposeful and an oath all their own,
I love you.
Speaking it aloud was a two-fold chain reaction. It both solidified and broke him, pulled him to his feet and made his steps heavy. He extricated himself from Tiberii and his heart bled with every step he took away from her, and he hoped she didn't wake until he was already through the portal - because if she asked him to stay, he would be powerless to resist.
He had to do this - nothing at all mattered if he couldn't do everything he could to keep her safe.
On the other side of the portal, he stepped into a fresh hell.
Chains anchored a volatile wolf to the ground, pinning him in place like the world's largest butterfly. As his memories washed over all in attendance, it all began to fall into place.
It was a story written with betrayal, of promises made and promises broken; a story of siblings between whom a rift had opened. One choice, made for whatever reason, had determined fate's path. It was one of those philosophical forks in the road - one you could not come back from.
Shiloh held his ground as he watched the other wolves, but when his eyes landed on the captive wolf's injured leg, a frisson of empathy rose. He reminded him of Kieran - Kieran who wanted to become a knight just like him, who had poured his years into it only to get injured before he could take the oath. He had only been a page, barely past using wooden sparring swords, and every dream he had became ash on his tongue. The depths of his despair were steep. Shiloh hadn't liked meeting his eye on his visits back home, knowing he was climbing the ranks while his younger brother could only stand idly by, knowing he would never do the same.
In a way, he left his brother behind, too - not that anyone could have blamed him, and he knew Kieran didn't, either. But maybe he could have been there for him on a deeper level if he hadn't been so preoccupied with assuaging his own bruised self-worth.
The wolf's deafening roar pulls Shiloh from his ill-fated reverie and he takes stock of the situation. Wolves were both plucking away at the chains while others tried to inflict harm, and when anger became a roiling flame within his chest, he knew what choice he needed to make.
With urgent strides, he darted forward and lurched for one of the chains.
Get th' feckin' chains off,he barked to anyone undecided who might listen to him before latching his jaws around the chain. The pain was immediate, surging through him without remorse. He couldn't fight off all the wolves trying to kill the captive, but he felt the imprisoned wolf could fight his own battle if he were only freed.
Ye aren't gettin' left behind again, lad.
Was he speaking to his brother or the wolf? He wasn't sure. All he was certain of is that he would do whatever he could to keep the world from collapsing in on itself, and he was going to free this fucking wolf.
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Wolf - 3/31/2026
Skill:
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So the massive man leapt into action and threw himself against a chain, grabbing the searing icy texture in his mouth to pull and attempt to break the chains. He had to do it for the wolf. For Dawnbreak. For Lamb.
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Corvi - 3/31/2026
attempting to kill the chained wolf
skill: warrior
skill: warrior
After her conversation with Melinoë, Corvi had grown cautious of the Dream Visitor's frantic pleas. When he appeared once more with a final ask, she observed the doors with wariness. Yet inaction did not suit her, and she stepped through the third, fearful less for her own life and more for what horror she might see on the other side.
Upon seeing the chained wolf, Corvi's hard crimson gaze softened. Only for a moment, however—the man meant to slaughter them all. Only blood was in his mind. Corvi had seen that look before, in wounded soldiers driven mad from pain and fear, and knew that nothing more could be done. His brother had returned too late. If the chained one had any of his mind left, he would have begged for them to end him.
No, not like him,she said, her expression sorrowful.
I will grant you mercy.
With a heavy heart, she leapt forward to plunge her teeth into the stranger's neck.
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Duskbreaker2 - 3/31/2026
The dreams…they were messages from the stars of this land…from fate itself! He did not have the complete story, but he had gathered enough over the time that he was here. At least he thought. It was difficult to put everything together, and he questioned if the truth was indeed being told…as the weaving of all stories were spun by the conscience of the creator.
He steps through the door, a sense telling him which one to pick, and before him was a situation he could not immediately put together. So many wolves, doing something to a chained wolf. He feels like something is suddenly strangling his heart. The sight of the chained wolf brought back immediately the memory of his throat being torn out by the monster of a wolf.
He felt his head spinning. He begins to breath quickly, hyperventilation begging to take over. Large paws step backwards…he felt so overwhelmed and terrified in that moment.
But alas…it did not last! He sees Euphemia then, her glorious form tall and proud. He felt like a pup watching a brave adult take on the world. He breathing begins to slow…but then she goes towards the beast, and fear fills him to brim! His heart was trying to jump out of his chest, but her words sang in his ears. In the name of Duskbreaker, you must die. he hears, and it was like a battle cry to the man.
If this wolf was the cause of the dangers he had seen, the cause of the death and destruction, the cause of Devika’s death before his eyes, then Euphemia was right to end it here and now…and he would do it by her side. Courage finds him, and he rushes to meet her side, not seeing a single other soul in his laser focused sight.
”By Euphemia’s golden light, this one will aid her!” he bellows, feeling a shake in his form as part of him wished not to engage this beast at all…but with Euhpemia by his side, anything was possible! The man would touch his side to Euphemia’s, and his own jaws would reach to end the wolf here and now.
He steps through the door, a sense telling him which one to pick, and before him was a situation he could not immediately put together. So many wolves, doing something to a chained wolf. He feels like something is suddenly strangling his heart. The sight of the chained wolf brought back immediately the memory of his throat being torn out by the monster of a wolf.
He felt his head spinning. He begins to breath quickly, hyperventilation begging to take over. Large paws step backwards…he felt so overwhelmed and terrified in that moment.
But alas…it did not last! He sees Euphemia then, her glorious form tall and proud. He felt like a pup watching a brave adult take on the world. He breathing begins to slow…but then she goes towards the beast, and fear fills him to brim! His heart was trying to jump out of his chest, but her words sang in his ears. In the name of Duskbreaker, you must die. he hears, and it was like a battle cry to the man.
If this wolf was the cause of the dangers he had seen, the cause of the death and destruction, the cause of Devika’s death before his eyes, then Euphemia was right to end it here and now…and he would do it by her side. Courage finds him, and he rushes to meet her side, not seeing a single other soul in his laser focused sight.
”By Euphemia’s golden light, this one will aid her!” he bellows, feeling a shake in his form as part of him wished not to engage this beast at all…but with Euhpemia by his side, anything was possible! The man would touch his side to Euphemia’s, and his own jaws would reach to end the wolf here and now.
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Tiberii - 4/1/2026
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Hemlocke - 4/1/2026
He had not been feeling well. His body ached at times. Flames felt like they were crawling through his skin. He found he just wanted to be in a cool, dark place most the time. But he could never escape the dreams.
The pup finds himself with a choice, but knew little of consequences. When presented with the options, he looks to the third door and entered without much thought. Hemlocke lopes forward through the door, and his eyes meet a full sight of wolves all over a chained wolf.
He felt the desire to bite. So many strangers. He had met so few before, and felt almost overwhelmed by the flood of wolf bodies. Yet, many were attacking the chained wolf...and this triggered something within Hemlocke. His mind registered the wolf as a threat. The younger wolf darted forward, and his sharp, young teeth aimed to aid in the death of this wolf. He would try to rip and rend flesh, grabbing on and shaking his head with great vigor and might!
The pup finds himself with a choice, but knew little of consequences. When presented with the options, he looks to the third door and entered without much thought. Hemlocke lopes forward through the door, and his eyes meet a full sight of wolves all over a chained wolf.
He felt the desire to bite. So many strangers. He had met so few before, and felt almost overwhelmed by the flood of wolf bodies. Yet, many were attacking the chained wolf...and this triggered something within Hemlocke. His mind registered the wolf as a threat. The younger wolf darted forward, and his sharp, young teeth aimed to aid in the death of this wolf. He would try to rip and rend flesh, grabbing on and shaking his head with great vigor and might!
RE: Third Door: Judgement - Sindri - 4/1/2026
Sindri's heart wept for the soul left behind. He didn't deserve this fate, and despite the seeming war going on over him and his potential freedom, Sindri didn't hesitate. Good would prevail! The natural balance of life and death, dark and light, would balance itself in the end.
She lunged for a chain.
She lunged for a chain.