Argenti's Palace

[beautifulknight]

The stage is set they say;
They don their masks and shields,
Shadows creep and cover their minds;
Now, what beautiful role shall they play?

𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮


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[beautifulknight]

[ Yeah, he can...well, temporarily. The spear seems to shatter in his grip, pieces of it all fall to the ground, littering it until they sink in and disappear clearly from everyone's sight.

Nothing else dangerous emerges. Nothing else but one more scene for their very eyes:

Everyone sees themselves gazing across an area littered with bloodstains, scattered as if it was the sight of some deadly battleground, even if there is at first not a single corpse in sight. In the middle of it all is a blood-stained spear. Its form and shape is familiar - after all, it is Argenti's spear.

Maybe, wherever the bodies lay, they are simply not nearby. Or, they have been completely decimated. The possibilities are unfortunately endless.

...In fact, for those who glimpse closer, they see darker figures slumped at the edges of the environment.

Everyone does witness something else next - the emergence of Argenti walking on over to pick it up. Argenti himself covered in blood from head to toe, in every sense of the word - not even his hair has been spared.

Then, a strange whisper of a voice rings out:

"You defy infamy. You proclaim glory. You are the Knights of Beauty. With each triumph, you must confront yourselves anew, peering into the depths of your hearts and acknowledging the potential for malevolence.

Congratulations! Once again, you have triumphed in the Trial of Reflection."

Praise. From whoever this being is. The presence they give by even the utterance of such words is great, yet unknown.

...And that is it, the images dissipate, and the spear still remains gone. There is nothing else to be otherwise glimpsed either.

Maybe it is time to gather everyone else. ]

[bloodweapon]

[A trial. A bloody, messy one, from the looks of it. Who were the people he slaughtered? Other Knights? The wicked? It's impossible to tell. Some part of Fray isn't sure it would make a difference.

His hand grips nothing now and he finally pulls it back with a shake of his head, reminding himself where he is and that they need to move forward.]

Let's return to the others. We'll need to press forward soon.

[fullmoonmutt]

[ Return? Eli frowns a little and points at the door up ahead. ]

What about that, though?

[bloodweapon]

That's likely where we'll need to go next. I'd prefer to ensure we're all ready to move on first.

[don't split the party too much, eli!!!!]

[fullmoonmutt]

[ SPLIT. THE. PARTY.

okay no, fray is right. ]

Huh... Fair enough. Let's head back.

[fullmoonmutt]

...the fuck?

[ Once again, Eli gets chills from these memories of Argenti's. ]

Was that his goddess? God? Thing? Why the hell does a God of Beauty demand so much bloodshed?

[cirquedesang]

To purge the unbeautiful, I suspect.

[At least from how prickly pre-palace Argenti was when he accused him of acting not beautiful acted it seemed like a good guess.]

Though what, exactly, that means I couldn't say. Probably whatever THEY say isn't beautiful.

[Because isn't that how cults be?]

[fullmoonmutt]

I don't like it... I mean, I think dumb stuff is pretty all the time, like the copper, right? But turns out Argenti thinks it's beautiful, too...

[cirquedesang]

I do, too... Maybe that's [one of many reasons--] why he's so conflicted.