Cult of Days Gone
Scene II
Torn Tides
The relative quiet of the past days was an unsettling sort of calm. Much like the waiting room of a hospital, it was the kind of calm that was consistently accompanied by frantic moments and odd happenings. But nothing immediately bad enough that warranted more dramatic actions. The patrols of the northern ‘beaches’ were mostly uneventful, though it was clear to many of the Carapacians that their movements were being monitored.
The Mosasaur was eventually rescued by @arsenicfathips, who managed to store the creature away in her sylladex. One of those solutions that seemed obvious to some but somehow completely escaped everyone’s initial planning stages, even Serket’s. Of course, Serket was grateful, and once the opportunity presented itself, hoped it could be put back into a body of water properly.
The Carapacians had warmed to Nepeta as well. She had saved them a lot of work and her actions had allowed them to vacate the weird beaches much earlier than planned.
Unfortunately, efforts by @emeraldquiver via the spells and rituals of @mysticalseamstress did not seem to stick in any ways that mattered. Whatever tides were invited, did not themselves seem to want to stay in the area. Something about the town of Hull was becoming repulsive to the tide, or even more unsettling, felt it wiser to heed the command to Stay Away. Whatever pull and connections the pair were drawing on, it seemed forces elsewhere had just a bit more weight to throw around.
This was, perhaps, not altogether unsurprising. The Deep Ones were after all associated with and potentially heeding orders from a Power whose name reverberated through the oceans like a sickness. Whatever level of reputation the Weaver’s names held, it was a fair supposition that many oceans held the name ‘Dagon’ in several higher levels of repute. This, among other issues, made any bargains or favors with any waters hard to stick.
And, more alarmingly, it still seemed to create a sort of channel for the waters to flow back into The Weaver’s realm. That was the one point that seemed to stick. An unspoken Invitation.
All the same, Serket busied herself with aid to the various crews of Carapacians alongside @knowingoverseer. The mechanoid was happy to take the opportunity to catch up with her friend once more. It had been too long since they had been able to talk properly, and the pair bouncing off of one another allowed them to keep a form of momentum on the tasks at hand.
It would become obvious, however, that Serket was feeling a bit aimless. Everyone was making preparations and securing various points across Hull, but it was difficult to see to what end. Based on what could be figured from various intelligences across the peninsula, the place was infested. Truly outside of the haven Serket had carved out here, most of the land beyond was overrun. Efforts from various visitors aside, the Deep Ones were multiplying at a rate that was impossible for these small forces to deal with.
It was oddly familiar, Callie might find.
Even if everyone banded together to push back whatever incoming threat was looming, it was hard to decipher any purpose behind it. Everyone would still just be stuck, toiling away, researching a cult that hated to be researched, and paying the toll associated with that research.
Something had to give.
And unfortunately, it did.
