[So. Arthur has no combat abilities, no magical abilities, and honestly no earthly idea what he's doing; what he does have today is an acceptable amount of knowledge with regards to purification, and as such he can be found near one of those doors with the mass of darkness over it, one of those leylines feeding directly into it.
He takes his time in approaching it, instead taking a while on the ground nearby, settled back on his heels and getting supplies out of the bag he's brought with him. They all seem pretty mundane - a canister of salt, a few vials of oil, things along those lines - and there's a pendant around his neck that he bought earlier that's a bit dark with imperfections but that's fine for his purposes. He's pretty sure literally nothing is going to come of anything he does today anyway, but he imagines it's worth a shot.
He can be found pretty easily, just standing in front of the door with his head tipped to the side. He's got one of those oil-filled vials with him, opening it but not doing anything with it quite yet; honestly, he's not sure how much he really wants to touch this thing, but he'll get himself sorted eventually.]
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[Eventually everything traces back to a source; the leylines seem to be no different. The shock, then, comes with the realization of what the source is - the eye, the creature, the...everything that's taking place in the center of town is more than enough to get him to stop, and he stops a little too close, and when the thing catches his wrist the shock that comes with the touch is enough to drop him to the ground.
It isn't a sudden drop; his body just kind of decides to sink to its knees without him having any say in the matter, and it doesn't really matter because the visions pouring into his mind are taking priority. The city shifts and daylight seems to fall away, leaving nothing but an infinite starry sky above and white buildings stretching ever upwards into it, and other than that there's...nothing, there are no people and no animals and no greenery, all of it just appears cold and empty but everyone is still here, they're just whispers now, sounds in his head that he can't quite get rid of, and the words they murmur into his head are all strange but not unintelligible, they're just coming so fast that he can't formulate a reply and most of what they're saying is nonsensical anyway, and-
And he should get up, he knows he ought to get up but the fact of the matter is that he isn't moving to; he just remains on the ground, settling there bound at the wrist to an eldritch horror like this isn't an alarming thing, or a bad thing, or even something he's at all aware of. Come close enough and maybe you'll hear what he's hearing too; the reality-changing is slow, but surely you can hear them. Can't you?]
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[So. Arthur has no combat abilities, no magical abilities, and honestly no earthly idea what he's doing; what he does have today is an acceptable amount of knowledge with regards to purification, and as such he can be found near one of those doors with the mass of darkness over it, one of those leylines feeding directly into it.
He takes his time in approaching it, instead taking a while on the ground nearby, settled back on his heels and getting supplies out of the bag he's brought with him. They all seem pretty mundane - a canister of salt, a few vials of oil, things along those lines - and there's a pendant around his neck that he bought earlier that's a bit dark with imperfections but that's fine for his purposes. He's pretty sure literally nothing is going to come of anything he does today anyway, but he imagines it's worth a shot.
He can be found pretty easily, just standing in front of the door with his head tipped to the side. He's got one of those oil-filled vials with him, opening it but not doing anything with it quite yet; honestly, he's not sure how much he really wants to touch this thing, but he'll get himself sorted eventually.]
[Vb.]
[Eventually everything traces back to a source; the leylines seem to be no different. The shock, then, comes with the realization of what the source is - the eye, the creature, the...everything that's taking place in the center of town is more than enough to get him to stop, and he stops a little too close, and when the thing catches his wrist the shock that comes with the touch is enough to drop him to the ground.
It isn't a sudden drop; his body just kind of decides to sink to its knees without him having any say in the matter, and it doesn't really matter because the visions pouring into his mind are taking priority. The city shifts and daylight seems to fall away, leaving nothing but an infinite starry sky above and white buildings stretching ever upwards into it, and other than that there's...nothing, there are no people and no animals and no greenery, all of it just appears cold and empty but everyone is still here, they're just whispers now, sounds in his head that he can't quite get rid of, and the words they murmur into his head are all strange but not unintelligible, they're just coming so fast that he can't formulate a reply and most of what they're saying is nonsensical anyway, and-
And he should get up, he knows he ought to get up but the fact of the matter is that he isn't moving to; he just remains on the ground, settling there bound at the wrist to an eldritch horror like this isn't an alarming thing, or a bad thing, or even something he's at all aware of. Come close enough and maybe you'll hear what he's hearing too; the reality-changing is slow, but surely you can hear them. Can't you?]