[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/255210190?sort=0&page=0][i]Several months ago...[/i][/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/255839056?sort=0&page=0][i]Back to the present, North West Gate of OffTopic…[/i][/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/255770109?sort=0&page=0][i]Around the city perimeter...[/i][/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/255769640?sort=0&page=0&path=1][i]At the bar...[/i][/url] [i]In the dead of night...[/i] Under cover of darkness, a thousand misshapen figures crawled towards the sleeping city. Some sported boney carapaces, clawed hands and mucus covered faces. But through all of them ran vines of living, pulsing green. It tore through them, supporting, replacing and festering like an open wound. This hideous, motley assortment of aberrations slithered onwards to OffTopic. At the lead stood a tall, vaguely feminine face. The vines had entirely consumed her, even curling around her wings. Red roses protruded from her eye sockets, and the thorny vines formed a small tiara for her. Even in corruption, the regality and grace remained. Powy could not take that from her. Holding her fist up to slow the convoy, the beasts grew deathly silent in contrast to their chaotic nature. Scanning with unseen eyes, the leader spotted the lone, green fairy. Waving back at the army behind her, they cautiously crept under the gate into the main sewer line. It took over an hour for all of them to pass, but before dawn could spread her rosy fingers, they had passed. With a sick chuckle IzUwUma tore out one flower from her eye and gave it to the fairy. “So you can wemembew us fowevew.” “I uh… I’d rather not, thank you.” “Weww, just in case you change youw mind.” IzUwUma laughed again, and left the flower with the unwilling fairy. Another had already begun to bloom inside her head, putrid and festering like all the rest of her. Glancing around to make sure of their secrecy, IzUwUma found no guards or passerbys. Lux had done his job well, they would pay him for that. With a short hop, she descended into the darkness of the sewer. Green energy flowed through her vines, spreading to all her Owos to illuminate the passage. Following the twisting tunnels and pipelines, the convoy reached a large vertical pipe opening several hundred feet beneath the capitol mall. Satisfied, IzUwUma glided into the depths to view the survivors. Hundreds of owO eyes reflected her light as she descended, and all were tattered remnants of those who had accepted forbidden knowledge. Frantic and anxious, IzU searched for the brood mother. None of the owOs could answer her, so she sped off through the tunnels. For hours she searched in vain, calling out and casting light spells to attract the mother. Undeterred, IzU broadened her search for the entire city sewer system. Owos were dispatched to assist, and any sewer dwellers were eaten if they did not flee from the masses. For almost an entire day they probed and called to no avail. But then, she answered. “My chiwd… can you heaw... me?” “Yes, mothew, I can! Whewe awe you?” “I… I’m cowd… and wet.” “The powt!” Gesturing to her nearby servants to follow, IzU darted to the East side entrance port sewer entrance. As the waters grew higher the voice grew louder, and the Owos were forced to swim. Paddling faster than what one would expect, the group descended into the depths of the harbor. “Come, my deaw. I cannot come to you.” “I’m coming mothew, don’t wowwy!” Desperately flapping with her wings, IzUwUma shot towards the voice. Past copious amounts of kelp and sea flora, she found a large, brown seed. Roughly 12 feet in diameter, it appeared something like a giant walnut. Tapping the side, the eldritch hide was as firm as metal. The molt of the mother’s previous form was mostly gone, so the form change had been finished some days prior. With a sick laugh, IzUwUma embraced the giant seed. “You wiww gwow into a beautifuw waw-pwant, mothew. I bewieve in you!” “I can awways count on you, IzUwUma. But I cannot move: you and youw fowces must push me to the pit my wemnants guawded. Onwy thewe can I take woot.” “Affiwmative. I’ww need mowe twoops to cawwy you.” “Go, I am safe hewe. Bwing as many as you nyeed, but defend the pipe. Without it, it is aww for nothing.” “Yes, mothew. I won’t wet you dyown.” “I know you won’t, that’s why I chose you and not youw bwothew.” Smiling, IzUwUma and her Owos swam to the sewer exit they came from. They had a long, long day ahead of them. [spoiler]The rp will start canonically on the morning after this, but the real date when it opens will likely be next weekend. I'll give a time as soon as I can. Should be one more Owo rp before this shtick gets dropped. You can imagine how the final Owo will tuwn out OwO[/spoiler]