Careful examination eventually bears fruit. The smell of stale Mooffalo blood can be felt once the dust you've brought up in the air settles down once again. And as you lean closer to inspect the carving on the table, Auron, you notice some weird scrapes on the floor... Rather shallow, mind you, but repetitive and parallel. They abruptly end near the rug that covers the floor under the table. Roy, you then notice another set of scrapes, slightly different. They're near the table's feet. It is being moved regularly.
Auron: "...Help me move this table out of the way."
-He crouches down and grips the edge of the table with his left hand.- "Quietly, now."
-to Naomi- "Hm...whatever it is, they're still preparing. We have a chance."
"The blood that I'm smelling is being used for something. And I imagine it's this."
edited 1st Aug '16 5:28:55 PM by Chilifro
Be kind.As you move the table and stand over the rug, those of acute hearing among you can discern some weird sounds coming... from below it? It is rhythmical and monotonous, like a single voice chanting and others then repeating in many-voiced choir. The sound sometimes abruptly stops, and another one, slurping and wet, comes in its place.
Hastur meanwhile hesitantly enters and approaches the bookshelf, then skims through the names.
Hastur: Hmm... All in aklo language. "Luna Ipsa Mysteria" by Saint-Bernard The Stray Dog of Gevaudan, "The Almanac of Lunar Eclipses" by Remus Lupine... Oh, look, "The Rediscovery of Moons" by Furrycelsus. ~he looks at his companions~ You people can guess who'd own these books and what they are for, right?
End of the Line
B312: ...Go home, maybe. There's still a war to fight, and they still need my help.
Maybe if Noble Team was displaced like this I can find them and bring them back.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-It is then that Naomi comes inside-
-She lowers her weapon and keeps her finger off the trigger to avoid accidentally frying a nearby ally as she looks around at the thoroughly creepy house-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."End of the Line
B312: And the first step to that is figuring out where I am.
Second step is a path back home. Third step is a way back.
edited 1st Aug '16 5:51:16 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."The rug is effortlessly tossed away, yet again filling the air with dust... And as it settles down, you see a heavy trapdoor latched to the floor by thick iron hinges. It has no lock, yet from its rim protrudes a crude handle. Furthermore, you can discern most of the words now, spoken by the leading voice, haughty and inspired.
With every slab of flesh,
With every drop of blood,
With every splinter of bone
We devote our bodies to The Pale Moon.
(@Auron) Hastur: ~shrugs as the samurai's words are proven by the chant from below~ Indeed. ... Well, Helidor, Astronomers as well, but there are few astronomers speaking languages of forgotten cults. ~looks at the trapdoor in anxiety~ Man, and I thought I've left all that stuff behind...
Helidor: What exactly is a cult? And all this stuff about flesh...
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.-A furrowed brow encompasses Auron's reaction to the chant, followed by a shake of his head.-
Auron: -to Hastur- "If you want to stay, you can."
-He kneels down and gingerly grabs the handle of the trapdoor.- "Prepare yourselves. I don't know how loud this door is going to be."
edited 1st Aug '16 6:00:18 PM by Chilifro
Be kind.

Helidor: What exactly is a ritual?
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.