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TDM #1


Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see a barn owl that is flying through the darkness, soon sweeping you across the clouded sky. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.
When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.
Will you drink it or not?
There is a parchment, handwritten, and it simply gives you a welcoming:
“Welcome to my Labyrinth. Per our agreement, you have consented to live your life here for an undetermined amount of time. In exchange, I will grant you the wish that you desire the most.”
You’re in a garden, surrounded by flowers and plants– most of which you cannot identify. However, there are a few that you can make out: poinsettias and mistletoe. You’ll soon find out that being around the poinsettias give you an odd sense of joy no matter how confusing the situation may seem and the mistletoe, which is left over from the holiday season, gives you the desire to kiss or hold hands with the nearest person to you. It looks like there are plenty of others who are just now waking up from their dream-state as well.. why not go ahead and say hello?

With the influx of new life, the humble town a barkeep tells you is called Somnius seems to come alive as well, with new faces to join that of the resident fairies, goblins and other townfolk. There’s bustling energy to the land that the townfolk will tell you wasn’t quite there before, and some suspect that the presence of the new arrivals might be powering the world around them in some way - but that’s a question to be answered on another day. The quaint town of Somnius needs a little bit of care, that rustic feel to the mushroom houses, old shops and weathered castles too evident at first glance, but it’s not a bad place to live, as the locals will tell you. It almost seems like everything will be okay…
But of course, things are never so simple.
Whether you have been wandering around to get your bearings, talking to the locals or exploring your new humble (very humble) abode, you can expect to find mysterious ice sculptures - fashioned in the shape of snow angels, with blades in their hands - appearing in random places around the town. There are some that manifest in the middle of the street, some that sit quietly at the edge of an inn, and even some that appear right beside your bed, staring at you as you wake up. It’s unclear how these sculptures even got here, but close proximity to them will conjure up feelings of unrest, like you should not step any closer.
It’s smart to trust your gut in these situations. Step too close to a snow angel and it will come to life, moving with the grace of flowing water. They make a vague request and will spare only those able to heed it.
“Cold … so cold … Even the days of Visium are so cold. Have you any warmth to spare us?”

Some angels will accept an article of clothing as warmth. Others are greedy and keep demanding more, wanting to take everything that you have on your body. Heed their requests and they will spare you. Resist even just a little, and that’s when they draw their swords.
It’s not too easy to defeat an angel with brute force given that they reform themselves immediately. Running away or blasting them with fire could do the trick. Be careful not to get cut by their blades, however…
Characters who get cut by their blades will experience an inconsolable sense of chill and emptiness, right down to their bones. They will find themselves desiring ‘warmth’ from others in different ways - whether through physical contact, or affectionate words and gestures. There might be the few who go feverish in their desire for warmth. For those characters – the open fireplace is looking like a very tantalizing place to sit in right now (Yes, sit in, not by). They might even feel compelled to pull a friend in with them. That can’t be good for anyone…
The effects will only subside if the condition of receiving ‘warmth’ is met. This can be in the literal sense (physical warmth and intimacy) or figurative (feelings of love, acceptance and happiness).

When night falls, the temperatures only drop further, which does no favours for the poor souls who had to give up their clothing. The locals want to welcome the new arrivals and give everyone an opportunity to unwind from a busy and chaotic day of being hunted by snow sculptures. That’s why they’ve set up a gathering in the middle of town square. Food and alcohol is being generously supplied by The Cask & Anvil, and marketplace vendors have set up pop up stands to try and cajole the new arrivals into purchasing some fancy new clothes or a pretty gemstone they claim will ward off danger (claims not verified).
At the center of it all is a large bonfire that’s warming up the square. Everyone is encouraged to warm themselves by it after a long day, eat, and make merry. In fact, there’s a certain sense of enchantment to the crackling fire that seems to draw even the shiest wallflower in, pushing them to sit with others and make conversation. As the night goes on, the newly arrived dreamers will find themselves settling easily into the warm and bustling mood, any stresses and anxieties melting away. With time, they’ll start to find themselves without a filter, more than happy to talk about themselves and the life they had led prior to coming to Visium. In fact, they will feel compelled to share a story from their past - one that might be joyous, comedic, thrilling, or tragic. Whatever sorts of feelings come attached to their story, it will be one of emotional significance.
In the back of their minds, they might get the sense someone else is listening.
Welcome to the labyrinthum TDM! Characters will arrive depowered and with only their clothing, and will be given a satchel with a crystal pendant, a communication device, some water and bread and a magic potion. If they drink the potion, they will manifest an elemental, healing or animal transformation ability.
With the exception of Castle Vaeros, characters are free to go as they please, so feel free to place them in any of the locations available on the map. Yes, this includes the Labyrinth - though characters will not be able to clear the maze. Please comment here to request an outcome for your character's labyrinth exploration and a moderator will get to you shortly. (The longest a character can stay in the Labyrinth is 3 days.)
You can find more information about the game here. Any questions regarding the TDM can go under the comment below.
Somnus | FFXV
Somehow, he has a heart. Somehow, he has a solid form. Somehow, he is more alive in this realm, neither phantom nor trapped in a purgatory within his own. Despite what the note says, this cannot be. Suddenly, his gaze sharpens and quickly flicks upward. Then, slowly, Somnus stands, correcting the drape of his garb, ready to venture elsewhere... ]
Garden
Snow Angels
Bonfire
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Snow Angels - A
But an alternative had been presented!
Leaning first into that hand on his shoulder and then turning around, Shang Qinghua stepped into the personal space of the other man and promptly attempted to get his head under his chin and snuggled in close. While he was only a couple inches shorter tha Somnus, Qinghua was very good at making himself smaller, hunching his back and shoulder and easily pushing himself into the 'little spoon' role.]
~so warm~
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If only all blights could be solved by such simple contact. Moreover, this ice-touch does not seem to spread from one person to another.
After a few moments of silence, Somnus inclines his head, keeping his hand upon the other's shoulder. ] How are you faring?
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Terrible. The cold is supposed to be a comfort but all it is right now is bad! I don't deserve to be treated so poorly!
[Debatable]
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Somnus is not the one cursed, after all, and he has time to spare. ] The snow fae do not discriminate their cruelty. Gather strength, youth.
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Bonfire
He's just about to chomp down on the first bite of some kind of meat on a bone when the question comes. For just a second, he freezes mid-bite, as though contemplating that question for the first time.
Then proceeds to chomp down and ingest a big bite. Chews, swallows.]
Hm? What do you mean?
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The hosts of this gathering. Do you trust them?
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I dunno. But if our presence is wanted, I don't understand why they would mess with the food.
[He offers a smile.]
In any case, if we don't eat, we definitely can't live. Right?
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[ His gaze returns to his own drink. ]
Did you drink the potion?
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snow angels - b
which is why romelle winds up wandering close by to where somnus has stationed himself, a little too close to a torch for her liking. ]
...Are you trying to put that torch out with your mind? Because I don't think it's working.
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Fire beckons one through the cold. The ice angels are cruel, indeed.
[ The curse makes it so the flames seem as sweet as honey. He's doing all he can to resist it. ]
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tentatively, she ventures closer, even daring to lift a hand as if to reach out for him. ]
You seem unwell. Why don't I take you inside, er, away from the fire and the ice angels and all that?
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Somnus' eyes slowly shift from the flame to where his fingers grip her wrist, and for an uncomfortable, tense moment, he says nothing. Snow continues to fall around them, and the freezing air stifles all sound. Then-- finally-- he releases her, fingers peeling away as if they had been stuck to her skin like tar.
His arm quivers before it disappears beneath his cloak, and he draws a quick breath. Resisting this curse is taking more effort than anticipated. ] Very well. Show me.
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Helloooo ancestor... ahem (bonfire)
Makes a pause, tapping his foot, then sighs in what seems defeat- an internal struggle he lost to admitting things- and makes a face:]
I only trust drinks Ignis approves of.
[Which, considering all things, makes no goddamn sense because Ignis is not here and he'd die without drinking anything, so he'll have to... eventually. The guy doesn't even know who Ignis is, yet he's blabbing his mouth away. It feels- weird.]
omg the boi ;;
He has seen him before, of course, through the purgatory within the Ring: from the day he had been born to now, how the Chosen King shines in the darkest of nights, how he struggles and perseveres through all with the help of his crownsguard, his "brothers". This is, however, the first time they meet in person.
There is no merit in playing distant.
Somnus lowers his glass of wine, refraining from taking his first sip. Instead, he speaks, his voice low, polished and refined as marble. ] He would drink your cup first, to ensure it is not poisoned.
[ Many sacrificed all for the King, as it were. ]
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For now, there's no one being nosy, so he tries (really hard too!) to relax a little. It's close to impossible, he can feel it in his bones, but he can handle idle chat, right...?]
Oh- [Noct's eyebrows rise a little and he shakes his head-] he'd toss entire thing away and just make me something with [he shudders,] vegetables.
[Which is both true and not- Ignis isn't prone to wasting food and doesn't always force-feed him veggies (only when necessary), but if he thought the food was contaminated or dangerous, he wouldn't let anyone near it.
It is a crappy attempt at a joke though. Somnus knows jokes, right?
Noct looks around the camp,] That said, others are drinking it and they seem fine.
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Somnus' mien is perpetually grim, and even without a form encased by hollowed steel, it seems that he emanates nothing but cold austerity. Briefly, his focus flicks up to where others have gathered across the bonfire, and before responding, he presses his lips into a thin line.
The flames of the fire crackle, rippling light and shadow across his expression.
Finally, he lifts his glass, taking his first sip of wine. Between him and the True King-- that is, the youth sitting beside him-- it is the latter who is far more important, the one who is needed to restore the dawn to their Star. In the shadow of duty, testing wine paltry. ]
You make drink, O Chosen. It is not poisoned.
help me, they are so awkward, true Caelums
i love them already
💖
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Canon point is him passing out at Altar then waking up here :) just small info
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FFXV Spoilers~
Still, Ardyn can't help but feel something is on his side for once as he watches Somnus taking on an angel. The moves his brother uses are disgustingly familiar and Ardyn despises every single breath the other is drawing. Why, oh why did this one have to be pulled to this place? Was being taken from his own machinations not bad enough without Somnus Lucis Caelum also existing in the same vicinity?
All too soon the fight seemingly ends and Somnus all the worse for it. Pale and hunched in on himself, Somnus doesn't look well and the smile on Ardyn's face is a welcome one. Not so perfect after all.)
My, my, what a fight. Though I must say you are looking frightfully pallid for it.
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Similarly, he is unprepared to hear a familiar voice— and the unexpectedness of it causes his concentration to break from the flame. Somnus’ head snaps in the direction of the address. His eyes widen slightly with recognition, then quickly sharpen. ]
—Brother. [ Mist forms at his lips with the address, his breath a harsh rasp against the cold. Somnus is still dressed in his robes of antiquity, hardly appropriate for the weather, and although he’s no longer a phantom, “pallid” is putting his current complexion mildly. Still, there is tight, set fix of his brow and jaw as he regards the other man, somewhere between scrutiny, caution, and relief. ]
You too have been summoned you here. [ He may not longer be in the armored form of the Lucii, but remnants of the steely, hollowed quality of his voice accent his words. ]
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garden
[ Says the teenager who's been stomping all over them in an effort to stop having a good time! Ebenholz is dressed in finary equal to Sommnus, but he's managed to cover it in pollen in his anger. The two goat ears on his head are pinned back and brisling and he whirls to point a finger at Sommnus. You! You could (hypothetically) be responsible for this! ]
If this isn't the most sloppy, disgusting, and putridly overbearing use of arts I've ever seen, I'll eat my wand. Spells that compel the mind have long been banned! They rely too much on casting upon the body in ways that can be detrimental. Not to mention the obvious ethical issues, unstudied long term effects... at least use it within music, where it has been studied!
[ Where is the manager, he would like to speak to a manager. ]
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True, theirs is an unfortunate circumstance. ]
...You are a sorcerer?
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[ Look! At! What! A! Good! Mood! He's! In!]
Could you not tell? Watch out for the evergreens. I might hug you.
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The corners of his lips turn downward, sharply. Perhaps he, too, has felt its effects... all of it, the hand-holding desire, and so on. And perhaps, until now, he hasn't quite been able to pinpoint the reason for it. Enchanted plants are not a thing, really, in this world. ]
...Then we must leave this garden at once. Or, Sorcerer, tell us how to dispel it.
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