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The spell wove its way into Thor as well, pulling him into the song and dance of the evening fun. A fly appeared, landing upon his wings.
Unfortunately the night was drawing to a close. The stars had moved through the sky, draining themselves of their glow, while the Sun began to rouse beyond the horizon's line. The tree's time would fall with the night, but it had one last moment of brilliance left.
For all those spending time with the fruits' wine, flies continued to amass around them. The pesky little creatures buzzed and flitted around heads and openings of their bodies, seeking entrance, pushing for it. Into eyes, up noses, down ears, against lips, the flies moved continuously, undeterred with the casual twitch of flesh or swat of a tail. The more they were chased away, the more that appeared, their persistence driving all the harder. At some point it would be enough to break you from your reverie of pleasantries, the gentle melody drowned out by the incessant buzzing that whirred like a machine against your brain. The tickling, disgusting feet of the flies would revolt even the sweet taste of the fruits on your tongue. So run if you would, just try and run.
You cannot.
The roots of the tree fell into the lake, sliding down like massive tentacles which had risen from the deep, returning to their true home amid the water's depths. As bridges, they crumbled before your very eyes. For the braver, or perhaps just more desperate, water was another option, even in the middle of Frostfall. Step foot in it though and there your foot would remain. The seemingly placid lake, its water still so clear that the moon was easily reflected off the surface, was in truth a murky bog once disturbed.
With the reality of your situation, all the illusions broke apart.
The fruit, once so tantalizing on your taste buds, was seen for its true colors - a variety of organs plucked from the cadavers of your brethren. In some areas horse heads and ruined limbs swung amid the boughs, flies clinging to them fastidiously. It was the scent of horseflesh that drew you tonight, that set your stomach roiling with craving. It was the wingbeats of the intrusive insects that wrought the melody which entranced you, the ceaseless droning of their existence a torturous lull even now. Then the there was the tree, its beauty seemingly still unmarred despite its horrific offerings. Look closer. In the grooves of the gnarled bark of the tree, blood had begun to seep, mistaken at first as glittering, silver sap. The crimson syrup oozed out of the tree flesh, running in rivulets until it pooled at the base and spilled over into the waters, fouling them. Evil permeated from its core, beating in tempo with the glowing organs, with the hum of your own heart.
lub dub, lub dub, lub dub...
The sound became so intense it overwhelmed the scene, drowning out any who screamed. The smoke which had surrounded you repeated the noise, carrying the sound, amplifying it until even the flies fell quiet to the echo of your life's drum.
A fly slipped inside Sikeax's nose. It tangled in her mucus, limply fighting against its restraint with intermittent buzzing.
Another wiggled into the corner of Thranduil's eye. It quickly drowned in the ocular goop, twitching on occassion as fits of resistance uncoiled from its body.
A third found a passageway through Abraham's mouth. It pushed through the corner of his lips, nearly crushed by the flaps of skin.
Two went down Gull's ears simultaneously, bouncing off the inner walls.
One ventured at Thor's rear end, circling his anus before delving into the warm cavern where it was swallowed up.
With the entrance of one fly came another, and another, and another until they were breaking through in masses so whole that you choked on them, went blind and deaf with them. Each and every horse present was ravished by the flies in all manner of orifices. The violation was utterly involved, the infestation of the pesky insects so saturated that sensations of them could be felt even internally as they roamed between regions of your body you never realized existed.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. They stopped.
The buzzing, the heart beat, the music all fell flat as though cut off. The mud loosened around trapped hooves. Fruits fell from the tree, landing with a wet slap upon the ground, crumbling into putrid flesh and decayed meat before decomposing at an accelerated rate, reduced to soil and dust. The tree seemed to wither and visibly shrivel up, pulling into itself like the skin on an ancient body. It moaned, something low and mournful, before it exploded into smoke and dispersed. Sunlight broke through the grove as the last trails of the evil dissipated, and the golden glow revealed the water as clear as ever, its crimson tide purified.
Perhaps it had all been a dream? An illusion or an enchantment concocted in the night, but chased away with the day. You felt normal, surely, other than the memories rapping in the back of your mind, sure to induce nightmares for years to come, but it wasn't ever really real, was it?
You have all been infected and results will appear over the next 2 weeks. The effects will increase and compound on one another as you reach the end of the 2 weeks. Any attempts at healing will accelerate the process, lengthening the time at which you endure the worse conditions.
- At first you will start to hear the buzzing of flies, despite none being present.
- Then you will start to feel flies on you, and bites will be present, though none are ever seen an no one else near you seems affected. The bites will give off a faint, black smoke.
- A step beyond that you will again feel them inside of you, crawling around, nibbling on your internal regions.
- Finally, you will begin to leak flies and maggots. They will come out when you exhale, when you speak, when you cry or relieve yourself, or even just standing.
At the end of the infection period, you will be free of them, but may choose to have after effects of a dulled or distorted sense depending on where the flies seemed to come out of the most (i.e. they constantly came out of your mouth, you may not taste things as well.).
Elsa - the violet fruit you took actually clears the blindness in your eye.
Thranduil - the gold fruit you took, but don't eat, causes blisters to appear on whatever location you touched it.
Gull and Abraham - the red fruits you took have given you the ability, and desire, to eat meat.
Thor - the navy blue fruit you took has made you bloated and fat.
Reginald and Sikeax did not specify a color so have no particular effects.
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