Quez Hears Voices

(Chaotes): You say, "How are you doing, novices?"

(Chaotes): Quez says, "Something is."

(Chaotes): Quez says, "Something is wrong."

(Chaotes): You say, "What's wrong, Quez?"

Quez, Scholar of Glaaki (male Xoran).
He is 20 years old, having been born on the 1st of Ero, 539 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
He is ranked 2903rd in Achaea.
He is an extremely credible character.
He is not known for acts of infamy.
He is a Plebeian in Ashtan.
He is considered to be approximately 5% of your might.
He is a Neophyte in the Occultists.

(Chaotes): Quez says, "I.. I don't know in my head there's something in my head."

You see that Quez is at Chamber of True Enlightenment.

(Chaotes): Quez says, "How do I FIX it how do I make these whispers stop."

(Chaotes): You say, "Sit tight a moment."

TRAVEL

Chamber of True Enlightenment.
A marble pedestal stands proudly here. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. A thick stone slab stained with dried blood looms here, tainting the area with the profane worship of Babel. Quez, Scholar of Glaaki is here. Boosteya Saer'rac is here. She wields a small blackjack in her right hand.
You see a single exit leading east.
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Your shroud dissipates and you return to the realm of perception.
Shroud

You say to Quez, "Now, what seems to be the problem?"


Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Demons screaming."

You tell Boosteya Saer'rac, "What's going on?"

Boosteya Saer'rac says, "I just got here."

He is a lizard-like xoran. And is powerfully built. Thickly corded muscles appear with vivid clarity beneath his skin, each muscle and tendon shifting smoothly as he moves. His entire body is covered in tiny, triangular scales that appear black until a bright light strikes them to reveal their deep, maroon colour. His muscular tail ends in wicked, forward pointing spikes while his strong arms and hindquarters are tipped with gleaming claws. A crest of bony spines protrudes from the top of his elongated skull, contrasting sharply as they shimmer with brilliant turquoise iridescence. His pale gold eyes, slit like a snake's, are set wide apart on either side. Two large fangs curve upwards from his jutting lower jaw. His skin has been cruelly slashed open in many places, the raw wounds bleeding sanguine rivulets that spatter heavily on the ground. He is wearing a black chaos kilt, a shirt of leather straps and platinum, a canvas backpack, a deck of Tarot cards, and heavy dragon boots complete with claws.


Quez staggers, the sharp claws of his feet clenching spasmodically at the ground.

You crease your brow in a frown.

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Demons screaming in my head."

You say to Quez, "Sit before you hurt yourself."

Quez stumbles.

Quez sits down.

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Skin stripped off my body, my flesh horribly twisted.."

Boosteya presses a tarot to Quez's forehead, producing a wan smile.

Quez says in a hoarse voice, "What is this."

Boosteya Saer'rac says, "Did that help?"

You tell Boosteya Saer'rac, "If I didn't know better, I'd say he was having a bad trip on gleam."

You say to Quez, "What sort of trouble did you get yourself into to have demons screaming in your head?"

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Wraiths sucking up my thoughts, digesting them, vomiting ash and fire."

Throwing back his head, Quez screams agonisingly.

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "I was."

Quez breathes out in and out heavily, a touch of panic in his motions.

You tell Amunet Viatrix, "He's got demons in his head, apparently..."

Quez says in a hoarse voice, "I was meditating."

You have emoted: Morro nods patiently.

Quez says in a hoarse voice, "I saw things."

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Falling out of the world, raw resonance stretching back into the void, into nothing."

Amunet tells you, "Tell him to step outside of the Chamber of True Enlightenment, and slap him a couple of times. Hard. Across the face."

Amunet tells you, "If that doesn't work, bring him here."

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Everything on the outside now pushing in."

Quez's claws clench, digging into his palms.

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "I was swimming in the raw stuff of creation."

Quez says absently in a hoarse voice, "Have you seen it?"

You say to Quez, "That, little Occultist, is what we do. As one of us, you will see far worse."

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Cosmic vibrations seared themselves into my mind like a flaming brand."

Quez's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Reality shifting, exquisite chaos lashing my soul."

Quez says to you in a hoarse voice, "I saw elemental patterns coalescing, auras expanding, spewing forth iridescent darkness."

Quez falls heavily to his knees, feverish eyes looking ahead but seeing nothing.

You say to Quez, "You will have to regain a hold on your mind, or else lose it entirely. And you will be no use to us with no mind."

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "Illusions of safety collapsing into dust, creation condensing, expanding, ferociously combusting.."

You have tmoted: Morro fixes Quez with a stern gaze.

Quez's head snaps violently upwards, his gazed fixated on a point beyond space. He laughs, a deep rumbling laugh that shakes his entire body. The laugh tapers off, high pitched, almost hysterical.
selfishness

Quez says to you in a hoarse voice, "I saw unstoppable chaos."

Quez's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.

It is now the 23rd of Valnuary, 559 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.

Quez says in a hoarse voice, "Our reality crumbling."

Quez says to you in a hoarse voice, "I saw a giant spider wrapping me in webs."

Quez says in a hoarse voice, "Shredding my SOUL to perfection."

You say to Quez, "Oblivion. This is the eventual end of all things."

Throwing back his head, Quez screams agonisingly.

Quez whispers in a hoarse voice, "WHISPER to oblivion.."


Quez slumps back onto his heels, a shudder running across his bowed back. The feverish fire fades from his eyes leaving them pale and washed out.

Quez's eyes repeatedly shut as he tries to stay awake.

Quez clutches at his head.

You tell Amunet Viatrix, "I don't think slapping him around is going to work."

Amunet tells you, "Ugh. Really?"

Quez says quietly to you in a hoarse voice, "It was beautiful..."

You nod your head at Quez, showing your acceptance.

You say to Quez, "Of course it was. But you have to come back, now."

Amunet tells you, "Are you sure you hit him hard enough?"

Quez says absently in a hoarse voice, "But.."

You tell Amunet Viatrix, "Well, maybe he will come down. He's going on about Oblivion now."

Quez looks around, a look of confusion crossing his features.

Amunet tells you, "Drag him here, I suppose."

Quez says to you in a hoarse voice, "The spider.. what is the spider?"

You say to Quez, "I am not sure, this is not something I've seen."

You say, "Come, I know someone who may be able to help you."

You beckon to Quez.

Quez heaves himself to his feet, exhaustion clearly visible in his shaking limbs.

Quez stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Quez begins to follow you.

Amunet tells you, "Drag him, if you have to. If I have to touch this brazier, I'm going to be annoyed."

You tell Amunet Viatrix, "I'm on my way."

You have tmoted: Morro takes Quez securely by the arm and leads him out.

TRAVEL

You have emoted: Morro gestures to the couch.

Quez staggers, his muscles giving way.

Amunet says to Quez in a chic, liquored voice, "Sit down, if you would, dear."

You say to Quez, "Sit."

Quez sits down.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "And if you two would give me a moment alone with my maddened protege, please?"

Boosteya leaves to the east.
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You nod your head at Amunet.