DOWN IN THE SEWERS

Below the ruins of the fallen Vraisynn Palace, in the Lands of Qor

Gogann the RedHorn
Imorphixius

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Prior to Utter Chaos:
Old DITS01 - The first chapter in the 'Down in the Sewers' Page, the history of Gogann and Imorphixius' activities.

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From Out of the City > Encounter with Imorphixius

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     When he awoke, Kim's eyes had been shedding tears as if he'd witnessed a revelation. The warmth of being filled with the power of the eternity beyond the physical realm had awakened something inside of him, as if answering a distinct and unspoken prayer to his inner nature.
     He was still lying prone against the wall, his arms still in the place of the open shackles while he slumped down somewhat. In the dark chamber, the small fire still lie smoldering, almost coals, and the seven pillars of energy still stand in the room like silver-green statues, glowing a pale, eerie light in the shadowy depths. The being was nowhere to be found, and the mind-place he occupied before was nothing more than a strong memory; its feeling and depth still penetrated him as if he had watched the greatest play of his life.
     When Buddha had seen his eyes open, he spoke to him, "Kim! Hey buddy, are you alright?" Angel still lie asleep in her shackles, and Kim momentarily wondered if she was unconscious or worse, dead.
     "It looked like he hypnotized you or something... Do you feel alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm all right." Kim answered "Actually, I feel greater than I have for a long time..." he turned his attention to Angel, and suddently felt bad for being in such a good mood while the others apparently weren't "How is it with her?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

     "I'm okay, but I think he poisoned us or something. I don't feel so hot. And," Buddha said, looking longingly at his now-unconscious lover, "I can't seem to wake Angel, and it's too far to reach in order to shake her... I've tried."
     As his sweat-drenched brown hair fell from the tied braids in front of his face, Buddha looked thoughtfully at Kim.
     "It looked like he had hypnotized you, Kim," he said at last. "Do you REALLY feel alright? Are you evil or something now?"

"What? Evil? No, not more than usual, at least." Kim answered Buddha and tried to smile, it came out a bit weak, though. He rose from the floor and walked up to Angel "Has she moved at all since we came here?" he asked. Carefully he touches Angel's wrist and searches for a pulse.

     "Well, I just had to check... Then again, if you WERE evil, you probably wouldn't tell me anyways... So I'll just have to go with my wits on it," Buddha says, forcing a smile after their long and continuing ordeal.

     Though weak, there is indeed a pulse in Angel's veins. The flesh of her wrist feels cold and clammy, though with the feeling of the air in this dungeon-like hall, it's not all that surprising. The look on her sleeping unconscious face is what bothers them both: it is a mix of revulsion and pain, which does not change or move.

     "I haven't seen her move a budge since we got down here and he took that thing off her face. Does she feel alright? I can't reach her..." He makes a crude attempt to reach against the bonds of his shackles, and fails. The drying slime on her face masks the subtle beauty that she has always given off to her close friends. Seeing her in this state makes them both a bit uneasy.

"She has a pulse... though it's faint, and she feels cold..." Kim answered with a concerned voice "If only I had my pack... but maybe..." he stood up from the ground "Maybe there's something in here I could use..." he began to search the room for anything that could help, especially blankets and medicines.

     Some torn rags line the outer edge of the walls in the damp cellar, though no medicines outside of mold and lichen can be found nearby. Just outside the light of the eerie ritual magic emanating from the center of the room the hall-like construction parts in two directions: one goes toward a crumbled wall that has toppled in on itself in the ruins; the other leads toward a closed iron door.

Kim looked at the rags and sighed before picking them up. He put away those he found too damp and carried the rest of them to Angel "This'll have to do for now, at least they should keep her warm." he said to Buddha while spreading the pieces of cloth evenly over Angel.

     As he placed the only slightly damp cloth over Angel's body, she moaned in tortured agony and sweat immediately soaked the rags from her skin as she moved ever so slightly in the shackles. Her groaning sounds were accentuated by her languid and consciousless motions, as if in spite of their restlessness and lack of bodily control.
     It was obvious they'd been poisoned in some form. Angel's flesh was white as a stone-washed cotton bedsheet, and Buddha looked completely ragged, despite his assured sense of confidence. His monk training was working well for him, but watching his lover croon and writhe had obviously shaken his self worth since he felt so hopeless. While he understood Kim's facial mannerisms, he couldn't understand why this man had become so immune to the dark place around them now. The look on Buddha's face became one of confusion, mixed with a sense of silent curiosity. He watched as Kim worked, not saying anything. Secretly, he wished that he would free them both.
     Tending to Angel had opened something up with himself, and Kim felt a certain warmth creeping up from somewhere deep within himself. He paused while it seemed to subside every few seconds. The rags now damp with sweat on Angel's body seemed alive with activity, yet remained still and silent. The threads they were composed of was a fantastic and sweeping universe of thought and wonder in front of him, and as the salty moisture seeped its way into the threads, he felt as if this moment were like a story unfolding; a story about himself, and his purpose in this realm.

(Kim's Mantric Awakening - Self-Manifestation, Pranic Healing, Miracles, Body Chakras, Spiritual Unity, Missing Pieces of Himself, Possibility of Evil/Disharmony, Possiblity of Beauty)
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     Before he knew what had happened, he was sure that this warmth inside of him was the second revelation. Though the ones inside the room were the only ones present, Kim felt another presence within and around himself that mirrored his own power in this thought-place.
     In reality, he was sure that he was looking down at his hands when his soul opened up inside his chest. As Buddha spoke aloud, "Kim, are you alright?" Kim was certain that he was. His assurance was actively shown in his lack of needing to answer his friend.
     The power inside his body was deafening. He wondered how Buddha could not be aware of it. He did not seem to notice, however, when Kim's body became flames of color and energy. Seven wheels spun around on his spinal column, and the chakras were the colors of a rainbow. Chakras in his hands, feet, arms, legs, head, and a surround halo of aural energy were also obvious in Kim's vision. He had been granted the gift of True Sight - a divine power marking one with God-sight. He knew immediately that this was something he had earned in a previous life, when he had saved a poor old elderly woman from quicksand on a very different world known as Tiamat. In this life, he had shown himself to be a hero and a confident, neighborly person. This spiritual medal of honor he could see hanging near his heart chakra, and he wondered when his totem would appear. This last thought seemed strange to Kim at first, then became obvious that it had been a memory of a previous life as well. He must have a totem spirit somewhere, he had thought to himself.

     In his mind, Kim can hear a soothing voice, a melodic tune:
You have the power within you. This power shows itself to Kim a spark of light inside his body.
You have the choice to do many things. Some will be for one reason, while others will be done for another. These reasons seem like good and evil, and they are the black and white energies fighting for supremacy inside his soul. Kim's internal power is strong and sure.
You can take hold of miracles or dooms if you choose. I will grant you now the ability to achieve one such miracle of your choice. One day, you will have to learn how to accomplish them yourself, in order to be legendary. In his mind's eye, Kim can see himself doing a variety of things in the near future. Each seems plausible, but his sense of free will is the most powerful tool he currently has:
  - he breaks the shackles, freeing Angel
  - he heals Angel, then frees Buddha to help him
  - he allows Angel to pass on mercifully
  - he uses his power to save himself
  - he uses his power to save the others, while causing himself harm and remaining imprisoned
  - he chooses to leave for help
  - he kills them both to prove his loyalty to his new power
  - he commands Buddha to sleep, and takes Angel with him when he leaves
  - he commands the entity known as Imorphixius to come and tell him what is happening in this chamber
  - he destroys the central fire
  - he commands reality to change in some minor way
  - he commands reality to change in a major way, but falls unconscious
  - he sends Angel to another plane or world
  - he sends Buddha to another plane or world
  - he summons the most helpful entity he knows or wishes to have here with him
  - he uses his God-sight to find a better way to see this situation, then chooses his miracle
  - he uses his God-sight to see inside Angel, like above

     An eye opens up in his heart, mind, and hands, and he can see many things he could not see before.

To Kim, there was only one thing he knew, he had to find a way to help Angel and Buddha. The problem he faced was that despite that he knew his goal, he had troubles to decide the best way to do it. He somehow knew that he could heal Angel, she was clearly the one who most needed healing, but if he did, would she still be trapped down here? Perhaps if Buddha helped him, the two of them together could get her out. But what if they couldn't? Perhaps he should focus on freeing them from their chains first and healing her later. Or perhaps he could send her to the others to tend to and worry about getting Buddha out after that.
All the possible options made him feel a little dizzy, some of them he hated himself for ever even thinking about. He should call for the being who brought them here and ask him to make everything more clear, he was after all the one who had helped him realise that he was somehow more than he had previously thought he was. But would Imorphixius let him help his friends?
Another moan from Angel suddenly washed away all conflict and made his choice clear, however. There was no time to try to figure things out now, action must be taken at once. He knelt down by her and put his hand on her forehead, the single word 'Heal' sounded in his mind.