BWP Second Door: The Withering Siege

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RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Wraith1 - 4/1/2026

Got my work cut out for me with this one. The man scoffed, eyes glimmering with a lethal light. Long has it been since the man engaged in combat, longer was it still that he had to fight a swarm. Even so, Wraith never forgot his roots. Where he came from, his pain, his struggles— the fight to survive. If the man had a smoke he would have taken one last long drag of the end. Unfortunately, he knew such luxuries were behind him now. Now all he could do was spit and bare his teeth in disgust.

Dishonorable were those that attacked the weak, the helpless. Dishonorable still was it to disturb the dead. An intervention was to be at hand and Wraith was certainly the kind of man to deliver it. He could only hope that Rhythm would be safe in all of this mess— whichever path he chose to take if he even took one at all. But now wasn’t the time to dwell, now was the time to act. The time to strike.

A once pleasant facade melts away as the white wolf’s demeanor shifted to something far more dark and sinister. How his expression morphs into that of a killer, eyes wild, teeth flashing with every snap and bite of jaws around his oppressors. The ghosts had to be stopped, no matter the price he had to pay for it.

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Tikho - 4/1/2026

I miss who you were before,
3-3-3 OC

Speech Emotional Actions Thoughts

Tikho moved into one that called, one that beckoned her soul and mind to help save a tree she only saw in glances from Jakten's peaks. A tree that stood high above all others, a tree that she'd seen, guarding two skeletons entwined in a eternal embrace.

She shifted, slowly, deliberate, into that second portal, and did not hesitate to join the fray of fighting those beasts off.

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - eliana - 4/1/2026

Normally, when the dark parts of her mind took over, when she could no longer discern reality from truth—it was things familiar. Monsters she knew, voices that had clung to her for years. But this…. This dream was nothing she had ever known. At least she didn’t think so.

It left her confused. Frightened.

Shaking her head, she stumbled forward, shoved by bodies she couldn’t see. Each step sent her heartbeat racing, blood running cold and sharp beneath her skin, as though something inside her had turned to ice and splintered outward, trying to tear her apart.

Eliana couldn’t even tell when she passed through the door at first, only that something changed—the wind rising suddenly, violently, shaking her willowy frame. Cheek fur lashed against her face, the long tendrils of her coat whipping against her legs, tangling at her ankles like ghostly fingers.

A scream rose in her throat, swallowed down by the smell filling her nose. Putrid and all wrong. It was sour and rotting, and clung to everything. To her.

Monstrous growls erupted around her, layered with the cries of wolves and something far worse—wet, gurgling sounds that did not belong to anything living. And she could do nothing but stand there, blind to it all.

S'il te plaît she begged to no one, her voice trembling, swallowed by the chaos she couldn't see. Que cela finisse bientôt. Que ce soit un rêve.

A shattering, ear-splitting shriek tore from her as something brushed against her side. Otherworldly cold, and almost slimy as it touched her. It left a faint, clinging residue behind, damp and foul, and her stomach lurched violently at the feel of it. It was all she could do not to gag.

Growls thundered beside her, so loud they rattled through her skull. Her ears flattened tight, milky eyes squeezing shut as if that alone could shut it all out—

Too loud. Too much.

Where was she? What was this?

Where was Imp? Where was Kōvah?

Kovah! she screamed, so loud her voice broke—just as another growl split the air beside her, close enough that she could feel it. The snap of teeth rang sharp, violent, right at her side. There was nothing she could do, nothing at all! Tears spilled freely, scalding against her frozen cheeks, snot bubbling at her nose, her breath hitching into something small and broken.

This was the end, wasn’t it?

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Tove - 4/1/2026

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The choice is made before thought can catch up to it—before fear can root, before doubt can bloom into something poisonous. The second door calls not with sound, but with something deeper, something that hooks beneath her ribs and pulls.

The tree. Larger than any she'd ever seen in any lifetime.

She feels it before she sees it—old life, vast and aching, something sacred bending under a weight it was never meant to carry. It reaches, not in words, but in a quiet, desperate plea that settles into her bones.

It cannot fall. She knows this.

Her lips curl, teeth bare and pale eyes flash with certainty.

Briefly, she thinks of everything she has come to love about this place. The faces she had come to know—both fleeting and permanent.

She thought of the fluttering in her stomach, the one she insists is nothing more than the lingering aftereffects of misused aphrodisiacs and borrowed highs.

Next, her Star Mother. Her beloved goddess—who loved her, who broke her, who pulled her apart and called it devotion.

And finally, Tamir. The wicked, cruel man who ensnared her. The one she cannot imagine a world without, even now. That—that is what drives her forward. Memories flash, fractured and tangled—water rushing dark and endless, broken figures holding onto one another like they were lifelines for each other woven by fate, flowers crumpled beneath rain and her own refusal, pride and fear curling tight in her chest, a boy from before she could understand what it all meant saving her again and again while she grew into something she never wanted.

She thinks of him as she lunges. She thinks of him as teeth tear at the first wraith, ripping into flesh that should not exist, and does not feel like anything alive. Rage burns hot behind her ribs, sharp enough to make her shake, tears stinging her eyes as she fights aside strangers, each with their own purpose.

Whatever comes of this—she hopes it leaves him with something better.

For him. For her. For all of them.

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Alder - 4/1/2026

Skill: Guardian

Alder will protect Sølvi if permitted

The Runes swirled overhead in a vast arc and slowly converged as Alder watched in stunned silence. This time he could see the Voice from what he now knew were visions, the incorporeal Visitor who had plagued the dreams of every wolf in Mythris with ill portent and words of doom - and now it had all come down to a singular moment.

Choose.

The Isle roared in the distance, and he could see a blue shimmer within the third door as faint silhouettes moved in what looked to be a dark chamber; he thought he could recognize some of them. The Dream Visitor's tale had shaken Alder. In some ways, he knew what it was like to be left behind, to be considered an afterthought, and without thinking he immediately stepped forward to walk through that cursed portal and answer the call -

But a glimmer of gold caught his eye in one of the other doors.

Sølvi.

For a fleeting moment he looked between the open doorways, sparing a glance toward the Dream Visitor and his ghostly visage which remained devoid of any emotion beyond profound regret.

The spirit could handle his own mistakes.

Alder stepped through the second portal, toward the glimmering gold.

I'm here, he said, immediately beside Solvi. A wraith, seeing movement, lunged toward them and he snapped reflexively at the air to ward it off, hackles raised as he fully realized the chaos around them. The Dream Visitor had his own shit to deal with; his regrets were not Alder's responsibility, and if the Isle's wrath destroyed the world around them, at least he would be here with her when it happened.

Nowhere else.

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Roskva - 4/1/2026

Skill: Warrior

It didn't take much convincing.

Roskva's head popped up immediately, looking up toward the swirling Runes in childish wonder as they soared above the pair, then gradually slowed, settled, and revealed three shimmering portals. The girl didn't realize it but her mouth was hanging fully open, and her eyes flickered from the first door, to the second door, to the third door, then to the Dream Visitor, then back up at the Runes floating overhead, then back to the first door -

The soft touch of her mother was grounding. She pulled herself out of her reverie, tail thumping the ground, and as Sreda imparted her sagely wisdom Roskva felt something warm* building up inside her stocky little body until she felt as if she might burst.

Yeah! she barked excitedly. Don't run! Never run!!

As they stepped in tandem through the light of the second portal, Sreda acted as the child's shield while Roskva periodically snapped her tiny jaws out from between her legs like a small piranha. Woe betide any wraith that flew too near, for it would surely receive the stinging pinch of puppy-teeth in its ghostly plasma.

WEAK POINTS! her small voice cried out from Sreda's black shadow.

She was grinning from ear to ear.

* Whether it was the ancient Call of the Viking Warrior or diarrhea remained to be seen.

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Jökull - 4/2/2026

The world went from cold dark mountains to a ravaged wasteland filled with the horde of wolves around him. Beyond their snarls and blinding white fangs, lie the reason for their ferocity. A massive pile and wall of distinct ghouls and enemies fought back, attempting to tear at the sacred tree that would protect them all. Give life to those that truly deserved it. Mismatched eyes looked to see his own beloved charging into the fight, a white blaze of fury and magnificence that was amazing to behold. Jökull too set forth with tooth and claw, heading for the closest enemy he could lay to waste. Come and get him while you can!

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Gjalla - 4/2/2026

at the side of her sister, gjalla knows no fear. her blood surged with the memory of her ancestors, and it is them that she fights for. her lips peel up to bear her teeth, and off to battle she goes.

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Yuèshí - 4/7/2026

Yueshi stumbled into the glowing portal. He hated this place, this world, and all the horrible things in it! His paws landed on solid ground, and a tree loomed above him. All around him was fighting, clashing of fangs, the hard, solid thud of bodies colliding. He'd only a heartbeat to realize he'd been flung into a battle before a wraith lunged at him and he was forced to throw himself into the fray, to fight.

RE: Second Door: The Withering Siege - Fúxiǎo - 4/7/2026

The dream passed like some kind of story and Fuxiao felt an obligation to try to know it. He had to wonder if this was part of waking in the new world. But when the portals manifested and his eyes caught sight of the wraiths in the second, he felt his legs instinctively rush forward, as if the guide and the other portals suddenly meant nothing. As if the entire thing he had been trying to understand had been swept away. Because as he landed within the fighting and the wraiths, his eyes found Yueshi—a mass that always drew him in.

Yueshi! he called as he slipped through others, weaving his way toward his friend and baring his fangs to any wraith who dared to approach them. He was turned opposite of Yueshi, shoulder to rump, rump to shoulder, pressing himself against the other to let him know he was here. Here. By your side.