Dr. Odierno's Workshop
Creation: supreme (rank 3)
…Now follow me as we see very well, the images that may just rival hell. See them well, if you can stand to look. As they delve into the Spire’s innermost nooks. Perhaps you feel fear, as they submit to its thrall; alas you should…for I fear for you all…
When the gathering opens their eyes, they are surrounded by darkness. Worse still, there are whispers in the dark. Whispers not of any language they have ever heard. Between the hushed voices that reach out from just beyond perception, images begin to appear. As they stand assaulted, their bodies move throughout the temple against their wills. Its walls twist and change into sickening shapes, likewise a torrent flood of imagery assaults their minds. They see a murky visage of Percy himself. He walks down a hallway where it seems animals are kept. As they drift downwards through the hallway, they briefly make out the creatures within: misshapen forms of beasts of unknown origin. Their bent and twisted shapes seemingly created by a maligned mind and not of natural design. Further down the hallway, they make out the likeness of something that resembles a laboratory. As the assembly glide throughout the chambers, the beast bark and moan in strange harmony. Then, the visual of Percy lifts his hand and with a casual gesture the cage doors burst loose freeing the unearthly beings within. He then exits as quickly as he came laughing in his familiar disturbing way.
A haze begins to rise and the scene changes. They see vaporous imagery of various lost wanderers within the hallways of the Spire. Ill-fatefully, they happen upon the beasts. In vivid definition, the Guild watch as the lost one’s lives, sanity and even souls are claimed by the horrid various monstrosities with unrelenting gory detail. “Oh my…” Quimby whispers, “This is the tower’s future, my dear.” The “real” Percy proclaims. “It appears we will have to watch where we traverse in these walls, for we will not be alone.” He chuckles to himself. The others do not join in, but look on with wide eyes.
Polymorph: supreme (rank 3)
“The halls of the Void are endless. As you ascend to the top of the Bell tower, the tower can perceive your attempted invasion. Ascend and ascend, furthering its hollowed interior, raising itself to the Heavens and to the depths of Hell. She hears and feels your footsteps, and your very feet thus betray you.” – Ravenna Cervantes
Before their senses can adjust, the group is gone from the gruesome panorama. Their collective essence rises through the ceiling, then through another and another and another. Meanwhile, the very walls around them lunge and lash out in a wraithlike manner. The dead structure ostensibly comes to life as if in a rage that its confines are being disturbed. Luckily in their physically absent states the grouping is unharmed, but the same cannot be said about the inhabitants within the Spire. They observe one room where a young wickedly dressed individual throws a chair in a tantrum against a nearby wall. In return, the corresponding walls merge together and crush him relentlessly. In yet another they see a man of apparent West or South East Asian descent wearing sunglasses. The room is ornate and beautiful and he is surrounded by other men and women of questionable appearance. The man slams his fist on the table and they all shout in a unity. Then they rise and exit as if preparing for battle. The Spire seems to placate to them as the walls open to form a door for their departure. Once again, they reach a room where a man-monster with dripping mandibles is seen holding a screaming woman in his arms. He drops her down a pit which grows rocky teeth and devours her whole as if it desired the taste of blood. He then leaves and catches up with the group from the other room. Meanwhile, the Guild continues their ascent.
Watching the City...Again.
Flight: standard (rank 1)
…Of chaos born and madness spawn, Raya Sayang hath lived on. So follow me and you will be made aware, of a destiny that our world must beware. If it’s not by her might or her minions that you will be made terror-laden, perhaps you’ll meet your end by her very own unruly haven. In any case, all will succumb to her whim and desire, once they fall prey to this Chaos Spire…
Finally, the Guild were sent hurtling into and then through a translucent wall and out into the blistery night. A warm wind blew as evident by the rustling leaves below…below! To their surprise, the Guild was miles above the Earth. The Huastec ruins were no more. Before them now was a magnificent Spire. Its mass fractured from a broken Earth. Through ruptured cracks in its blackened surface, steam hissed. A lava-like substance oozed down its side like glistening blood. The topmost portion of the Spire seemed to reach forever into the sky. As it flew carelessly, a small mass of people walked out from an opening in its foundation. They walked out on many meters of soil and broken landscape. The landscape appeared to be torn from the Earth itself. They sauntered forward until they reached an edge where nothing separated them from the endless sky. Percy was amongst them. The Guild was amongst them. The man with the glasses was with them. The man-creature with the mandibles was with them. A smattering of unrecognizable men and women were also there. In their ghostly forms above, the Guild looked on in amazement at this future yet to come.
Invisibility: standard (rank 1)
Suddenly, the eerie calm is broken as a deafening alarm is sounded from a city below as the Spire is spotted from beneath. Not long thereafter, spotlights fall across the sky. In response, a soupy miasma falls athwart the heavens like an ominous portent of doom. The spotlights fall unto nothingness. The Spire is no longer there. The men and women that stood upon its perimeter are no longer there. Nothing… is there. Next, various aircraft fly into the sky taking part in search. Superheroes follow in close pursuit. Their guards are up, but all for naught. Nothing is there. That night, the news pours information about the mysterious island in the sky. That night conspiracies are formed. The Fallen are blamed. Terrorists are blamed. That night men, women and children cannot sleep due to fear that the thing they believe they saw in the sky will return. That night, the inhabitants of the Spire enter the city under the cover of darkness. That night, chaos reigns…
But that is the future. For now, a guild of actors awakens from their dream-like state in a ruined Huastec temple and plan.