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Title: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/03/04 at 13:15:41 Squee remained huddle in his little corner. The room was pitch black and the only sound (besides his solemn quivers) was that of dripping water. The dungeon was littered with chains and blood was smeared all of the walls; the blood of an innocent. The room smelled of rotting flesh and of his own fesses. The rat-like features on Squee's face were soon lighted up by a crack in the heavy, iron door. His whiskers twitched and he tried to curl up into a ball despite the fact that he could not run...A theory that had been time-tested. Zanith stood easily at 6 feet tall. His elegant robe draped over his body loosely. His long white hair was neatly tied into a braid behind his head and, as he opened the door to Squee's chamber, his already dark aura began to grow even more steadily. He looked at Squee in his cowering state and smiled. Oh, how he loved the pain of his little pet. Out of his robe pocket, Zanith pulled out a studded, leather glove. He placed it upon his right hand and smiled down at Squee. Using ancient Arcane teachings, Zanith began to levitate Squee. Squee yelped and tried to struggle from Zanith's grasp but to no avail. A child of 6 years was no match for a sorcerer of his standards. His attempts at escape only gave Zanith's sick and twisted mind more pleasure. Slowly, Zanith's hand was tightened into a ball and he repeatedly began to hit Squee's body. Every blow that landed gave Zanith immense pleasure - so much, in fact, that he began to laugh out loud. Soon, Squee's entire body was covered in bruises and his eyes began to glaze over. However, Zanith was far from done. As he held out his hand, an iron club seemed to appear from the darkness. He gripped it and smiled down at the heap of flesh he called Squee. Using his club, Zanith continued with his work, breaking every single bone in Squee's body. The tiny cries of Squee fell on deaf ears, however. Nobody could hear his screams of agony atop the mighty tower Zanith had created for himself. Zanith eventually left the room breathless. Squee's eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow. However, his heart continued to beat to a lull tune. Zanith left the dungeon chamber and smiled to himself. He snapped his finger and Squee's body was engulfed in flames in a matter of seconds. The fires flickered and illuminated the room with an eerie glow before dying down, leaving nothing but a pile of ash. "I'll be back in an hour, dear Squee," Zanith mumbled as he shut the heavy, iron door behind him, shrouded the chamber, once again, in Squee's perpetual darkness. Edit: OOC: Alright, I suppose I'll start off by saying I would only like about 5 people to join. I'm flexible and will allow a little more or a little less. The basic rules of RP'ing will apply here. If you God-Mod, be prepared to be ignored and shunned. Spamming is a big no-no. When you post, I would appreciate it if it were coherant. I don't want to see any l337 (ghetto or otherwise). Lastly, if you're going to post, start off with a descriptive paragraph on your character(s). I don't want any bios posted. Your paragraph should be able to describe everything that should be known. Don't worry about history or background (unless you want to include it). Just basically what your character looks like...Kind of like I would see if I were to see your character for the first time. Oh, and one last thing. I'm setting this in a medieval, feudal setting. Please don't come in swinging your light sabre or setting your phasers to stun. Questions, suggestions or comments can be PM'ed to me. Thank you. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 01:20:39 A wizard clad in a robe that shines silver every so often steps forward. In one hand he clutches a staff made out of all of the elements in one hand in the around his neck sits the token of Cyric which is his God. He moves slowly because of his short gnome legs. His beard is well trimmed and short, it is white as bone. He himself is a good person consumed by darkness, the Silverdragon lurks within. He looks frail and easy to take out. Behind him constantly walks a thief - a halfling - known as Trekkie Longfingers due to their ability to get into other's money pouches.Trekkie too is fully armoured and has a few knives on his person. They are ready to do battle on this twisted person. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/04/04 at 01:45:44 Zanith walked down a long corridor. He dropped his bloodied and tainted robes and continued to walk, despite the fact that he no longer had cloths to hide himself. However, before he even finished his next step, creatures (born of pure shadows) rose up from the stone floor. As soon as their vile fingers touched Zanith's cloth, it was set ablaze. The fires lasted for a mere moment then died down, leaving no traces of its existance. As Zanith's heel touched down to the solid ground, he held out his arms. More of these shadow beasts appeared, however, this time from the ceiling. They quickly moved and draped Zanith's body with a new, crisper robe. The edges were trimmed with mock, golden flames that complimented the dark, blue material to a stand-still. Even before the ball of Zanith's foot touched down as well, the robe was done up and a crown was placed above his head. Twas nothing special but it was his which made it more valuable than anything any mortal mind could conceive - or so believed Zanith. Zanith sighed lazily as he sat down on his throne. He smiled at his loyal followers and raised his hand. However, when he dropped it, a signal of dismissle was not woven. Instead, as his fingers pointed downwards, the entire room was filled with hell-flames. The immense heat was enough to melt down even the bones of men, much less the frail structures of shadow-creatures. Unholy cries of agony were strewn throughout the halls of Zanith's tower. However, they were soon abruptly ended. Zanith simply brushed a little imaginary dirt off his shoulder and smiled. Oh, how he loved the suffering of others. Oh, what joy, what rapture. Whenever those high pitched notes (reached only by those on the brink of death) filled his ears, an immeasurable amount of pleasure surged through his body. It was exstasy in its purest form. Mortal words could not even begin to describe the shadow of such a feeling; not that they would ever want to be used to tell of such a vile and putrid thing. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 01:48:57 Trekkie in the shadows witness this and then uses the mystical power he has through the power of The Warriors of the Mist's orb of pure Mist to tell Silverwizard what is going on. Silverwizard starts to invisibly sneak into the castle with a pouch load of mana crystals ready to do epic battle with this odd sadistic mage. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/04/04 at 02:03:00 This was Zanith's castle, his keep, his home. Nothing would happen in this place without his knowledge. He raised his right index finger and tapped into the magical energies that were so curiously eyeing his dwelling. With a smirk, he closed his hand into a fist, blocking the flow of energy between the two entities. He allowed the magic to build up and only released it back when he knew the magical whiplash would cause an immense strain on the mortal counter-part of this peeping duo. Such was only a mere glimpse of his truly awesome power. Not only had he mastered ancient Arcanes throughout all of time several planes but he had found ways to improve them and enhance their destructive capabilities. Zanith did not care of the kind of disruption this would cause in the Magical Weave; not to say he didn't know. Perhaps his mind had become so warped and consumed by his lust for power and rule that he began to forget some of the most important aspects of the universe. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 02:08:50 The power that created this world turns out to be greater than this mortal mage whom is trying to distrupt it creating a backlash that blasts around but not onto both the mage and the theif. Trekkie who is no longer hidden squeaks in terror and begins to run as Silverwizard walks into the throne room. Trekkie then stops suddenly and stands next to the diminuative gnome who yell "Meet your match vile dark mage." As he says this the Silverdragon rises and he starts to fly into a rage and starts to pull kinetic power out of the room and it builds in his staff. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/04/04 at 02:13:48 Zanith just yawned and stared at the pair with lazy eyes. "What do you plan to do? Use your parlour tricks on me? Perhaps you'll juggle a few daggers, half-man? Yes, that would please me very much," he said as he stood up. "Come now, mage. Do you honestly plan to use my own powers against me? You can not begin to even imagine what kind of power you are dealing with..." Zanith said harshly as he narrowed his eyes. "Before I lose interest, tell me, 'Oh, gallant warriors,' what exactly do you hope to acheive here...other than early graves?" |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 02:19:12 "I come for an early grave... FOR YOU!" Silverwizard says calmly then loudly. He starts to throw blasts of pure magic at Zanith. "HALFLING not Half-Man, half-men are cripples halflings are the great of the thieves," Trekkie says angrily as he holds up Zanith's spell components pouch that he had stolen earlier. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/04/04 at 02:27:02 Zanith plopped himself down on his throne and sighed. "I thought you would entertain me for a least a while..." he mumbled. With a wave of his hand, the magical blasts disappated. Another wave of his hand and the pouch Trekkie held became a rather large serpent. "Now, before I destroy you, tell me, what are your names? It would be terrible if I had to give you blank tombstones." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 02:41:51 "I am the Silverdragon," Silverwizard says harshly in an otherworldly voice, "the lord of all magic in all worlds, this title was given by Eldren the Ultimate Titan. I will destroy your mortal form. What is your name I would like to know what put on your tomb stone. Trekkie looking at Silver after cutting off the head of the serpent with his prized knife made out of crystal. He does not get too close to Silver after that. "I am Trekkie known as Longfingers my life is now focused on your destruction. I grew up with the Scarlet Daggers and know ruthlessness as well as you do and therefore am willing to take you out for I know what your capable of." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/04/04 at 02:57:31 "How very gallant. Gallant, indeed..." Zanith said as he once again rose to his feet. "However, you cannot begin to imagine the knowledge and power I hold in myself. As for my name, you are not worthy to hear it... For I am thy God. You should bow down before Me and worship the very ground I walk on. For My kingdom will come and My will be done!" he said quickly and harshly as he approached both adventurers. He simply looked at them with his eyes. Their bodies began to feel heavy as if something were weighing them down. Perhaps, it was Zanith's immense magical aura that radiated from the room...or perhaps, it was something more terrifying...Perhaps it was the evil the quelled in his heart. "You will both die by my hands, mark my words...but for now, you shall live... You see, I grow weary of such trivial things. I can disimate country after country with just a flick of my wrist but it hardly excites me like it used to. You, my dear friends, will now be my entertainment. I trust you will not fail in sparking my interest." Zanith smiled and turned away. He rose his right hand and immediately, the duo found themselves in a nearby village. Zanith's Keep was plainly in view and casted an eerie shadow on the town but the villagers continued with their lives just as if nothing were out of the ordinary. The village itself was nothing new. Twas a small dwelling with the expected shops - a blacksmith, a tailor, a carpenter. Satisfied with himself, Zanith sat back down on his throne and pulled a looking glass from his left sleeve. He peered into it and focused on finding the two. After seeing the duo had safetly arrived (confused but safe) he sighed and called aloud. "Squee?" he said in a sing-song voice. "Come in, it's time to play." ((I'm sorry about god-modding you there but...err...yeah, 2 people are not going to take down Zanith - no offence to your characters, I'm sure they're both very skilled in combat.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 03:04:48 Silverwizard opens a gate through the mirror back into Zanith's keep and chucks a few fireballs through then quickly closes the gate and starts looking for other nobel adventurers within the city. "Our world is under attack by a sadist I will not stand that and neither should any other beings of true goodness or even hope to protect themselves. Where is Draco Honoris at a time like this? I need my allies, the Midnight Thorns, is anyone there to destroy this vile creature not deserving of the title human?" |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/04/04 at 03:11:52 Zanith sighed as the fireballs hit him. They touched the skin of his face but he did not so much as flinch. The fire was simple absorbed into Zanith's body, not leaving so much as singed hairs. Lazily, he waved a hand over his looking-glass, placing a simple trap over it. The trap was simple yet the concequences were dire. Squee quietly sauntered in, huddling to himself. His body was thin and the only way you could tell that he was once human was the way he stood upright. Zanith snapped his fingers and immediately, everyone of Squee's fingers hyper-extended, letting small splatters of blood escape. Immediately, Squee fell to the floor, crying in agony. Zanith just smiled and approached Squee with an evil glint in his eyes. "Having fun, yet?" |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Rosemary on 02/04/04 at 10:17:40 A tall dark man stood before two robed men, he was almost black as a blacksmith after a hard day at work and his eyes looked like steel yet his features showed both calmness and sincerity in them. His cheeks were hollow and he had a long narrow chin, he wore armour befit for a king, yet, he was somwhat otherwordly. He spoke "You two shall do well, you passed all three of my tests." his voice was deep and almost a baritone but it was like a choir singing in harmony at the same time. "You shall go on the journey if u still believe your cause is just. I already have two of my minions fighting against him, i dont feel that you two would make much of a difference fighting this dark magician, but we shall see......" he let the rest of the sentence trail off. The two robed figures went to one knee on the ground and hissed something close to the common language known by all but with slurs on most words and breaking of voices, they appeared to be wearing nothing but the robes on their backs. The tall dark man sat down on a large chair made of gold with silver trailings and exquisite wood carvings imbedded into it. "Begone with you's!" the man shouted. Suddenly the air turned blue and there was a high pitched tearing sound yet it did not effect the two figures in robes, the marble that was once under them turned to dirt and grass, the stone walls turned to trees and bushes. "You know what to do, so do it so i can have this matter resolved soon!" said a voice that sounded as if it was coming from somewere next to the two men. One of the robed figures hand protruded from his robe to point to a path near were they were, his hand was unusually slender and looked scaly but as quick as lightning, they were up the trees and surveying the surounding countryside from best possible place. this isn't part of the RP'ing, just thought to tell u, this is actually the first time i've done something like this, i've read how you two started things off and all. just wanted to know if this was satisfactory to the start of my part of this RP sry, 2nd time i modified, fixing errors, also, seeing as i am on at different times i will probably write longer ones than this to catch up a bit |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 18:29:08 (ooc: what were you saying there? If that post was part of the acctually main RP then I do not get it since Trekkie is not robed but wears ironweed also what tests etc are ya talkign about? If it is not then why is it here because you can just jump into this unless there are alot of people.) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/04/04 at 19:38:49 A silent and unseen figure slips through the streets of Blackthorn, making his way toward Thorn Manor. The short and nimble figure passes the door guards undetected and makes his way to the meeting hall where the Guildmaster spends most of his time tending to the business of the guild. A light flickers in the breeze upon the desk where the figure of a human sits, writting upon a piece of parchment. A slight tilt of the mans head reveals that he's aware of a distrubance in the air as if someone had entered. A small figure steps out of a shadow and immediately bows slightly to the man at the desk. "I bring news of trouble my lord," is spoken with the small voice of this gnome, in just above a whisper. The human stand and steps into full view. The man stands at 5 foot 10 with piercing hazel eyes. His long, auburn hair blows slightly in the breeze entering from the hallway door which has been left open. Guarbed in what seems to be a black, silk tunic, the figure returns a dagger into it's sheith that was secretly drawn in defense upon the entry of the unannounced Gnome. His every motion is smooth and calculated, his voice is soft, yet stern. "What news do ye bring Kern?" The Guildmaster of the Midnight Thorns' fixes his eyes on the gnome to determine the validity of this new threat. The gnome speaks softly. "Lord La'Mace, one of our allies has faced a mage of incredible power. He seems to prey on the sufferings of others and holds power, dark power. Silverwizard has made a request for aid and seeks our assistence." Lokey La'Mace responds to the gnome with a slightly nod. "Then he shall have it. Summon my advisor. I need to speak with Sau_Ron concerning the best way to deal with this." The gnome nods and then is gone as soon as a shadow is reached. Lokey stands in silence as he turns his gaze out the window of the meeting hall in silent thought. His fingers softly stroke his goatee, as thoughts of how to gather information on this new threat are tossed around within his head. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 20:08:18 "Ahh the Thorns are here. A sence of security has found me, the Honourable LoKey La'Mace is coming finally true power is here. This creature who calls himself a god will be destroyed." Silverwizard says in exultation. He slowly moves back toward Zanith's keep - but not too close - while signalinng Trekkie to do the same. He then sits down and waits for LoKey while mumbling and writing on a scroll of what appears to be a modified form of Devestate. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/04/04 at 20:09:17 Some time passes as Lokey contemplates the situation. Lokey is accustomed to such long pauses as he knows that his advisior, Sau_Ron, will look into the matter before discussing it with the Guildmaster. Lokey takes the time to scan through maps to locate this mages tower. Lokey turns around to face the elf who steps into the Meeting Hall of Thorn Manor. A Silver staff clinks against the floor softly in time with his steps as the robed figure moves towards his Guildmaster. Lokey addresses him, "Tell me what ye have learned my friend. Is this threat real? Or is this another simpleton who is less than his claim. For if Silverwizard has claimed him a threat, I'm inclined to believe him." Slinder elven fingers remove the hood of the silver robes, revealing Sau_Ron's delicate face that seems untouched by time, making him appear young and inexperienced. Only the wisdom that echos in the depths of his eyes reveals the true age of this elf who's watched centuries come and go. "The threat is real my lord, Silverwizard has not exagerated and has not even begun to realize the full threat. Nae much is known about this mage. What is certain is that his power is immense and he should nae be underestimated. I have studied the arts of the arcane for many ages now, and I have rarely seen one of his power emerge. Information is our best weapon for now my lord. We must learn all that we can and we must find a weakness. His evil and power must be blotted out of this world. But a word of caution my lord. From the rumors being spread by Silverwizard's companion, that this mage controls the shadow realm, may reveal him to have traversed beyond the limits of mortality. He may have entered the ranks of the undead, or found another source of power, but one thing is certain. He is nae an ordinary mortal. Tread carefully my lord." Lokey nods slightly as he turns back to his map. "Have ye located his resisdence? And how would ye suggest I proceed?" Sau_Ron answers, "I have my lord, it's here." Sau_Ron points to the map and then pulls something out of his cloak. "I believe that a meeting with him would be wise, see what ye can learn from his castle and from an encounter with him. Keep to the shadows. This ring should assist. It will keep him from magically discerning your location. Your skills at stealth should more than do the rest. Talk with him if ye can. Find out his desires, his plans. Without knowing those, we may nae be able to stop him. But do nae let him see ye, he may be able to kill ye quickly if he does. I know ye are skilled my lord and not many can withstand an onslaught of your wrath, but this is no ordinary foe. You will need assistance to deal with him, and he will more than likely need to be slain." Lokey takes the ring and places it on his finger and then moves toward Sau_Ron. As if instinctively, Sau_Ron knows Lokey's desire. Sau_Ron's eyes roll back into his head slightly as he begins to chant in an arcane tongue, moving his hands in a circular pattern. Sparks of magical energies rip open a portal. Lokey steps through and now stands outside the mage's lair. Moving quickly to a shadow, Lokey finds his way into the tower. Moving with the stealth that only the greatest of thieves can ever hope to attain, Lokey makes his way into the chambers of this mage just in time to see him torture the "pet Squee." Knowing that his location can not be discerned by the mage, Lokey speaks so that his voice echos throughout the room and cannot be pinpointed, moving after every vocalization to allow conversation without allowing the mage to initiate a fight. "So, ye enjoy the torment of others?" Lokey's quick and agile movements launches him to another place of hidding and safety. "Are you the one I've been told of?" Again the thief moves, keeping the mage off his trail as he takes time to look over this mage carefully and await his answer... |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/04/04 at 20:23:32 At the Thorns keep a druid is standing at the door he hails the guard naming himself Anturox and asking the council of Sau_Ron on how he found this information about the undead and where his power might be. Also if this information calls him lich. Back at the town a person slips in wearing simple breaches and a leather vest around his neck is a token that marks him as a cleric of Cyric. "I am the Weaponless Pacifist who has pladged my service to Silverwizard I will aid you in this especially if the Undead are involved." he says simply. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/04/04 at 20:30:00 At the request of this druid, Sau_Ron emerges from Thorn Manor and nods. "So ye wonder where I gathered my information concerning this mage? It is speculation. I do nae know if he truly has fallen into the hellish ranks of the undead or nae, but his power of the darkness and over the shadow realm that was reported by the halfling called Trekkie Longfingers, reveals that this mage may possibly be a member of the undead. But that is nae a certainty. All that is known is he possesses power beyond that of ordinary mortals. As for how ye learned of my conversation with Lord La'Mace, that is beyond me. Please do share how such knowledge was spread. But hurry to do so, for I must return to my post and be ready to aid my Guildmaster at a moments notice." Sau_Ron waits impatiently as he prepares to return to Thorn Manor and be ready to assist if need be. Meanwhile, back in the tower, Lokey continues to shift his position as he converses with the mage to learn what he can so that he can share this information with those who are preparing to fight this abonination. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/04/04 at 22:02:22 Zanith dropped Squee to the floor as a bloody mess. The child groaned in angry and wept silently. He had been that of Zanith's for so long and knew what to do to please and what could be done to drive him into a mad fit of rage; blubbering loudly was just one of these many things. "Mmm..." Zanith said as he lazily brushed off his hands on his robe. "I more than enjoy the torment of others. I relish in it. Were pain and suffering like water, I would bathe in it everyday... ...And yes, I am the one whom you seek. What business have you here? Speak quickly for I lose interest in you more and more with every passing second. Fail you to entertain me and you will suffer greatly..." he said as he levitated Squee's near-lifeless body. "You, thief," he said mockingly, "will not provide me with the kind of pleasure this...this rat provides but...I'm sure you will spark my interest for a minute or two...if not longer..." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/05/04 at 03:12:32 Squee slowly drifted off into glorious death...or one would think. Squee's pain soon left and as his soul drifted further and further from his body. As a pure soul, Squee's body was no longer that of a lowly rat. He was a small, European boy now. He was surrounded by a warm, comforting white light as he ran forward to what he craved most. "Mama! Papa!" he yelled out loud as he waved both hands in the air as only a child could. Squee's mother and father were both fairly young and were such the perfect pair; truly, they were Adam and his Eve. The smiled warmly at their child and held out their hands, ready to embrace their one and only. Squee was so happy - happier than he had ever been in his life. He jumped into his parents' arms but was stopped in mid leap. The light was completely drained from this utopia and was replaced with a terrible shroud of darkness. Long, wrinkled hands reached out from everywhere and suspended Squee, forcing him to watch his parents as more hands ripped them to pieces. His parents cried out in agony and screamed for mercy as the hands tore into them. Squee wept and cried and tried to struggle his way out of the hands' grasp but twas no use. As his parents remains fell to the floor, the hands suddenly tightened their grip. The pulled back Squee's body and threw him with incredible force. "S-Squee...?" he squeaked involuntairly as he awoke in his chamber. Zanith was kneeling beside him, smiling his sick and twisted grin. "Ready to play again, I see." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Rosemary on 02/05/04 at 05:42:53 The two robed figures suddenly emerged from the bushes that blocked the grassy meadow from sight. As they emerged they stumbled as if they weren't paying attention to were they were going, just running in one direction. Suddenly there was a ear splitting roar, both figures quickly regained their balance and turned around. From the bushes a large black mottled bear emerged. The bear was easily taller than the two men and looked to be stronger. The two robed figures walked back slowly now, watching their steps as the bear advanced on them. Rabbits and deer were everywere to be seen, but no help. The bear suddenly stood on its hind legs and roared. It charged at the two figures, its great bulk of muscle bouncing up and down as it did. The two figures split apart from each other and ran a quarter of a circle around the bear. The bear turned to its right and kept on charging at one of the figures. Suddenly the bear had 6 arrows in the back of his neck and chest. 6 more suddenly went in its chest as it roared back on its hind legs. Both figures had bows in their hands and had arrows ready to shoot again if it tried to charge again. The bear roared one last time and fell sideways with a loud thump. The figures walked toward each other and quickly put their bows under their robes. Once both figures were close enough to talk one said "Meatss stonightss!" slurring his words as the other nodded his head in agreement. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Rosemary on 02/06/04 at 06:05:45 ( firstly, the tests aren't widely known, neither widly shared. Also, they wear nothing but a hooded robe is what i should have said.) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/06/04 at 18:17:41 Lokey remains concealed from sight as he continues to size up this opponent. "So it's entertainment ye are after. Tis why ye torment this small one, to inflate your own ego? Pity that such power is waisted on the small minded fiends who loose their sanity upon atainment of such heights of accomplishments within the arcane ways." Lokey falls silent for a moment as he thinks of how to find ways to find a way to get this mage to inadvertantly reveal some weakness that may be exploited. "So, ye like to entertainment. I'm sure we could find a game or two for amusement." Lokey starts to ponder what this small ratlike humanoid means to the mage and wonders what has kept this being alive through such torment. "Does the torment of this one bring ye pleasure? Or is it only prolonging his death that feeds your hate and ruthlessness?" Lokey smirks a bit as he speaks again, "Did your parents mistreat ye as a child, is that where this pent up aggression emerges from?" Lokey examines the mages every reaction to his questions to see if any strike a nerve or cause a shift in this mages calm and collected manor, under the knowledge that if he can make the mage angry, perhaps he can cause the mage to make a slip of the tongue that might be helpful. "Or perhaps was it your childhood, ye didn't have any friends to play with. Yes, that may be it as well. The world treated ye harshly, so ye now punish it for it's sins. Well what could this one have done to ye to make ye revel in it's suffering?" Staying hidden, Lokey falls silent as he waits the mages answer, never staying in the same place, and never revealing his location as he speaks so that his voice echos and carries throughout the entire chamber. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/06/04 at 21:03:29 "Wish to know my motives, do you?" he said with a smirk. "I'll tell you why I do what I do. It's simple really. I do it because I can. Why do I relish in the suffering of others? Because I do. Why do I torment this pet of mine? Because I can. Why do I destroy kingdom after kingdom? Because nobody can stop me. My purpose cannot be understood by your...your mere mortal mind. I am God. You will never and can never understand my motives. I am the beginning and the end. As for my child-hood..." he said as he shifted into a more comfortable position on his throne. "My parents were loving and the world was compassionate. I had no worries. However, it was only that one faithful day, when I was awakened, that I realized my true potential and destiny. The ancient Arcane arts came clear to me and everything just began to become...clear." "Lastly, no, I do not need this...this thing to survive," he said as he levitated Squee's body into the middle of the room. "He is simply a play-thing, an item in my collection. He is no more and no less." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Rosemary on 02/07/04 at 01:11:29 The two robed figures had cut the bear up, leaving 3 piles. One pile was meat they would carry, one was of the soft fur to sell to the next merchant they came across, and the third was meat and entrails they could not carry or eat. The figures had set up a small fire to smoke the meat so it didn't go off and were sitting there, staring at the flames. One of the figures spoke, "Whys wes a sdoings this?" The second figure grabs a small curved knife from a sheath inside his robe and started to sharpen a stick. "because we can dear Curwin, because we can." There was a long silence before the figure named Curwin stirred and spoke again " Justs causes wes a cans sdos this, sdoesn'ts means I is wants sto sdo its!!" "You and i both swore on our fathers grave we would kill all evil in this land, did we not?" the second figure asked. "yesss...... buts fathers saids fors us sto live a happys slife Jurian!" Curwin replied "Yes, and he also wanted to teach you proper english! but he didn't did he? Your lucky to have this much teaching in our language! especialy seeing as your an orc!" Jurian almost yelled. "fines sthens!" Curwin replied "Pack your stuff, were leaving, we've already spent too long here." Jurian almost commanded. The two figures got up and packed all that was needed and started over the grassy meadows hills and ditches. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/07/04 at 02:30:14 Silverwizard, Trekkie and this pacifist slow slink toward the castle Trekkie stealthily and the other two invisible by the power of the wizard. They slowly walk into the keep, Trekkie fires a small gem through the window by tying it to a bolt on a hand crossbow. Silverwizard then uses it to start sending sound with LoKey's voice but from other places to ask, "Necromancer, why do you call yourself a god for you could not take on anyone - not even the clerics of the gods you claim to ursurp." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Rosemary on 02/07/04 at 22:44:42 Jurian and Curwin had slipped into nightmist without anyone noticing them. They had gone to a fur merchant and sold their fur for money to rest at an inn. They traveled using the back streets of nighmist and the dark alleys instead of sticking to the main road, where they were able to be spotted. They had found the back entrance to the boars tusk, and could hear fighting being done above. They quitely slipped up to the bartender and Jurian asked, "room for two please." The bartender startled and fell over. Jurian put the 300 gold they made from the bear on the counter and asked again, "room for two!" The bartender quickly snatched the gold and pointed upstairs were they had heard the fighting going on. They found the stair case and quitely went up it. They got to the top of the stairs and peeked out, only showing their heads, they could see no danger, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. They pulled out a dagger in each hand and tried their best to slip into the shadows. Their father always said that, "Its best to learn all you can, cause if you dont, you WILL die!" so, within the months that father was alive, they learnt from many classes including thieves, clerics and mages. Although they weren't even an adept in those other classes, they were still good enough not to be seen unless someone was looking for them or heal a minor wound or even cast a small electric ball. Someone had been looking for them, suddenly Curwin was laying face first on the ground. Jurian turned and found a large, burley man. He lunged with one of his dagger but the man parried it with his own sword. The man shouted something and suddenly Jurian tumbled down next to Curwin. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/08/04 at 03:03:21 ((Dearest Rosemary, You said yourself that you were new to RP'ing so please, don't take this offensively. I don't see where your posts are leading. I'm not sure if you're playing the "Damsel in Distress" - waiting for the gallant, white knight to save you - or if you're just posting for practice. However, the way I see it, your posts leave little room or opprutunity (sorry, I cannot spell tonight) for interaction or participation in this story. I'm sorry but if your posts don't start going somewhere soon, they'll just continue to be ignored (by myself, at least). I know you're new to RP'ing so please don't think that I'm insulting you. Yours truly, Squee)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/08/04 at 03:10:50 on 02/07/04 at 02:30:14, Silverwizard wrote:
"Hmmm..." Zanith said as he thrusted his hand forward, sending a burst of invisible energy at Squee. His poor, frail body slammed against the opposite wall and then fell to the ground. "There is a reason I call myself God. You see, my power comes from raw hatred. I am not sure if your feeble minds can comprehend this but do try to bear with me. 'Below' our world lies the spirit world. This world is inherited by things that I won't waste my time explaining to you. However, there is one thing that I will explain to you. Mortals, such as yourselves, have a direct impact on this Spirit World. All your negative feelings - your fear, your greed, your jealousy, your anger - come together and form into crystals in the spirit world. These "Crystals of Thought" ... POST TO BE COMPLETED. I had to get off this computer. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Rosemary on 02/08/04 at 09:11:45 (sry, but, i'm not used to this sort of roleplaying, i'm used to the DM moving a party/character around the place so i wont continue anymore on this forum.) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/09/04 at 02:24:09 ((Ignore the above post by me. I can't delete it. I was going somewhere with Thoughtforms but I think that maybe plagirism so I'm going to steer clear from that.)) "Hmmm..." Zanith said as he thrusted his hand forward, sending a burst of invisible energy at Squee. His poor, frail body slammed against the opposite wall and then fell to the ground. "There is a reason I call myself God. You see, my power is immense. It is beyond any of you. My powers are of the ancient Arcanes. The magic you all possess can only be part of the newer magical weave. My powers pre-date this universe. Before the idea of this realm was even conceived, I was perfecting the Arcane arts. Therefore, my powers must be derived from the powers that created this plane. This means that my powers will also see the end to this world. The Alpha and the Omega; I am the start and the finish and nothing...NOTHING will stop me!" With that, Zanith stood up and thrusted both his arms to the sides. An aura of pure darkness draped over his body and he began to levitate just above the floor. The torches to his throne room flickered and blew out. The walls began to crumble and the floor gave way. However, it was only the furious yellings of Zanith that gave a true warning to all occupants of the room that if they did not leave, they would find themselves in a stoney grave. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/09/04 at 14:24:54 Lokey notices the mages attention is shifting and that danger is mounting and time grows short. Knowing that he must find a way to distract this mage and quickly, Lokey decides to make a last ditch effort to refocus this mages attention on him and not his current activities. "Such a pity that ye have decided play time is over. Just when things were about to get interesting. But I guess that's the course of things." Lokey decides to make a desperate attempt. "Pity that your parents can't see what ye've become. I'm sure it would break their hearts to learn that they spawned a creature such as yourself." Lokey steps from the shadows slowly walking towards the door and to Squee. "And it's a shame how ye must 'demonstrate' your power and might on such a small and frail creature." Lokey kneels next to Squee as he picks up the tattered and scared figure, once more standing to his feet, turning to face the mage. "So, this is the legacy ye wish to leave? Death and destruction? What could have warped one's mind into such a disgrace? What could have tormented your soul to such a degree that ye would turn your parents blood, sweat and tears over your existence into such utter failure? Such darkness and decay has vexed ye to the point where ye are void of a soul." Lokey shakes his head sorrowfully. "At first I thought ye were to be hated and destroyed, but now I see clearly. Ye are to be pitied. How one has chosen to fall from grace and must harm those weaker than himself to constantly remind himself that he has power. Such a cowardly and weakly way of life that is." Lokey turns heading for the door slowly, hoping this mage will either become intrigued or at the very least angry as he continues to carry Squee, craddled in his arms, awaiting a reaction. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/09/04 at 21:47:25 Zanith stopped his spell and looked at Lokey. He had definatley caught his attention and, by the looks of it, had quite a good hold on it. "If anything, my parents would be happy of what I have accomplished. In nay but a few weeks, I have liberated thousands of towns and villages, countless kingdoms and an innumerable amount of people. Through my destruction, I shall forge a utopia. There will be no religion, no hatred, no strife, no hunger, no poverty; there will only be me. I shall destroy everything on this fair earth and start from scratch for you mortals have turned this once Eden into a hell. I shall see to your deaths and you can hold me to those words," he said as he sat down on his throne, watching Squee slowly get totted off. Squee's eyes slowly opened and he looked up at Lokey. His eyes watered and he reached out to touch his savior, however, he did not possess even the strength to raise his limbs. "A-Are...y-you God...?" Squee said in his tiny, innocent voice. His lisp and child-like accent could only further enhance one's perspective of his incorruption, only possessed by the children of this world. Squee's whiskers and ears twitched as his tail swayed uncontrolably as he was carried. Besides the rags he wore, Squee was completely naked. His body was covered in a thick fur and his nose was elongated. He looked so much like a rat that most people would run in fear from him. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Isengard on 02/09/04 at 22:50:21 Before the crowd, a 5-ft dwarvin figure emerged from the shadows, stood there motionless for a minute then walked toward the scene with certain curiosity. Isengard,212 years old, though quite young for a dwarvin assassin, he embodied great skills and leadership among his tribe. He carried a 3 foot thorne blade in his left hand, and an emerald dagger in his right hand. "Not much of us found in here, aye?" he made a sudden remark Isengard glanced at Lokey on the left and Zanith on the right corner He asked with a short wheezing "What's going on??" |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/10/04 at 00:38:53 Zanith smirked at Isengard. "It seems that my home has become more of a bar than a sanctuary..." "Tell me, half-beast," Zanith started lazily. "What brings you to my humble abode? Do you know not who I am?" |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/10/04 at 14:16:59 Lokey takes a moment to focus on Squee, seemingly to completely ignore the mage for the moment, hoping it will grate on his nerves. He speaks softly to Squee as he kneels down with his back to Zanith, "Nae young one, I am nae god. But I do have a gift for ye." Lokey conceals his actions from the mages view with his body as he pulls out a potion with great healing properties within it. He carefully uncorks it and helps Squee to drink, winking at the frail one so as to tell him to maintain the ruze of his suffering for now. After placing the empty vial into his pack, Lokey once more stands, holding Squee in his arms to continue the image that Squee needs his help, and he turns his attention back to the mage. "So, ye truly believe your parents would be proud of their destruction? Ye are going to obliderate all life except yours, that would include them. And they are going to be proud of ye for this? Somehow I doubt that, and anyone of even a hint of intelligence would know that no one thanks a viper for biting them." Lokey pauses for a moment as he thinks. "But then again, perhaps that's the reason. Perhaps they have been taken from ye and that is the source of your madness. So which is it mage. Are you truly a blundering idiot with power, or are ye a tormented and vexed soul that greives over a terrible loss. Or are ye the product of abuse and your anger burns against all life because of the treatment ye recieved from your parents." Lokey's gaze locks on Zanith's eyes with a penetrating stare. "Have ye not even thought this through? Or have ye thought it out and decided to take the easier route because the right course to set this world in order would be too difficult. Truely a god would wish to fix this world, not destroy it and start over. What satisfaction could ye gain from a creation that is made to serve and act as ye would desire? What would be your gratification? Nae, I do nae thikn ye have thought this through. True satisfaction for ye would be to find a people ye could aid in becoming the people who would transform the world into a utopia. But it's easier to hate than to love. It's safer to destroy and force an opion on others, than to truly find the joy in acceptance of those who would stand behind ye even in a darkest hour." Lokey shakes his head in disgust and mock of this mage. "Truly power has been waisted upon your lack of courage and apparant idiocy. Ye may be intelligent, but wisdom has escaped ye and bravery is a foreign concept to ye." "Ye wish for an accomplishment to be praised for so that ye can be called the god that ye claim to be. But in truth, ye are simply a hollow shell with a misguided plan to make a form of creature to do your bidding unquestioningly. Ye don't seek to make a utopia, ye are only seeking a world of slaves to your will. In attaining this godlike power, ye have lost your reason for being. Truly a wretched and pitful creature ye are. And I pity ye all the more now." Lokey's gaze remains locked on Zanith as he examines his every reaction, every inflection of his voice and every little clue that would reveal anything more about this man. He also hopes that the creature within his arms, however young it may be, might hold a key to this mage's downfall. "Well, mage? What have ye to say?" |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/10/04 at 15:45:42 Silverwizard and his two companions the theif and pacifist follwer of Cyric step through a portal that suddenly opens into Zanith's so called sanctuary. Silverwizard drops the scroll he had me working on and raises his hands before him, "This world will not call you God even if you destroy it for the true gods have greater power than your weak form. Try to destroy them before you try to destroy what they protect." The pacifist moves in front of Silverwizard and says, "You shall not stop us for the power I hold - given to me by a true God - will protect me from all your minor magics." Trekkie simply ducks into a defensive position ready to attack his enemies or defend his friends at all times. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by DemonSkys on 02/10/04 at 15:50:26 As Isengard was within the fortress/home. She'd be standing outside. A sentry for her friend. Bow in hand she waited there within the shadows for anyone that would attempt to enter. Having a mental apathy with both Lokey and Isengard she senses and feels what they do. Should fear or pain enter them. She'd be with them in the fray. Standing 5'4 as her race was not known for thier height. She easily kept conceiled. Secured about her throat the pendant that keeps her safe within her Hell home. She'd simply wait for now. Her long white hair hung about her back, As she peered high above at a window. Slowly climbing a tree she'd watch on. Seeming to wait and watch what it is that went on. Her cold green eyes shifted to her surrounding making sure that her friends would remain protected. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/11/04 at 00:27:59 "H-How dare you..." Zanith said as he clentched his fists tightly. "You come into my home and you begin to insult my goals and my family! Do you think this would go unpunished?!" Zanith opened a small, firey gate-way and out stepped 2 rather large shadow-monsters. With an anguished and frustrated cry, both creatures' chest began to expand. Their screamed their hellish cries just moments before their bodies could no longer take the pressure. Their obsidian blood smeared against all walls and Zanith even lost his concentration, letting the speckles of life-water get through his ever present aura. "O nameless theif, leave this place and never return! ...For if you do, be prepared to die by my hands. You have no clue whom you are dealing with! Know my name is Zanith and that I am the Master...nae, God of the Arcanes for this will be the last name to echo through your bloodied ears as you drift into sweet, embracing death!" Just the mere echoing of Zanith's voice on the walls of the corridor caused it to tremble. The floor shook slightly and several of the torches were blown out. "Onii-chan*..." Squee said between sips of his potion. "Y-You...have...ta leave..." he squeaked weakly. His strength slowly returned but not to the point where he could stand by himself. Squee's body and mind were completely shattered in every aspect of the word. Violated, dishonoured, tortured, abused - it didn't matter what you called it. The sum always added up to one thing. Scarier yet, it was evident that Zanith had yet to show anyone - including Squee - his true and almighty powers. ((*Onii-chan: Japanese for big brother or someone looked up to with great respect.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/11/04 at 02:11:37 Silverwizard begins a spell of awsome proportions, "A name is a powerful thing you know weakling Zanith. Your power shall be stripped from you as your name destroys you. The name Zanith shall be the last thing you and I hear if this goes wrong and if it goes right - only you, for I will live long without your puny destructive self in this world". As he says this he picks up his scroll and uses its magic power to power his spell also quickly emtying his pouch of mana into dust and the spell starts to grow in his hand and then hands. The pacifist casts a spell to protect Silverwizard during his trials and also to protect Squee so he will not be injured by his tormentor's demise. "The child did not ask to be here, I will get him out if he will permit me for I cannot do more here," he states simply going over to Squee and looking at him to see if he can be (and will permit himself to be) taken from LoKey. Trekkie in a bold attempt grabs ten steel daggers from his belt and starts throwing them at Zanith. He moves quickly and agily hoping to dodge any spells or retaliations. "Poor mage has lost his mind for he thinks we insulted his family when he did that by being born." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/11/04 at 03:43:11 Zanith yawned and waved a hand. Immediatley, all of Trekkie's daggers fell to the ground with a clatter. "I have told you all, already...Do not try to stop me. You are playing with fire...except this fire is more of an inferno...of unimaginable porportions." Another wave of Zaniths hand occured and a fiery gate appeared once more. Of the legions of shadow-creatures that could be seen, only 2 stepped out. They were hunched over and their blackened bodies were covered in spikes of assorted lengths. Neither carried a conventional weapon, only long, blunt, shield-like instruments on their forearms. Their 6 foot form (8 foot when fully upright) was fairly uncharacterized - their only real visual focul point being their crimson eyes. "I let you go before with no injuries...now, feel what happens when you incur my wrath..." The two creatures both let loose high-pitched, ungodly screams then charged forward, using their massive body size to thrust forth their crushing and massive blows. However, only Silverwizard and Trekkie were attacked. Zanith was becoming more interested with this Lokey character. He deserved to live at least a while longer than these...these infidels. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/11/04 at 04:01:41 Lokey smirks as he notices the anger swelling within Zanith. "Well well well, now the truth comes out. Such anger and frustration mounting in a so called god over simple words from mortal? Truly remarkable that such anger could be burning with the heart of one who was going to kill me anyway according to your plan. So tell me, what do I have to loose? Still, ye asked for entertainment, I thought I would show ye that ye aren't completely invulnerable." "Ye haven't ascended as ye claim to have either, for not even ye believe in your godhood. Your own slip of the tongue shows your own doubt. Ye first called yourself the 'Master of Arcane' and then corrected yourself. So tell me Zanith, with your superior intelligence, where is your confidence? Best wait before destroying me, or without wisdom from a 'mortal' ye may end up being your own demise." "Need some further supporting evidence for this? Your family honor was questioned and ye responded in anger. Perhaps a bit of your humanity still remains within ye, as much as ye would desire it not to be, it still remains." "So, is it worth a slight delay in your plans to continue this conversation a bit longer? Or is destruction all your warped and twisted mind can grip now. Does any reason remain? The choice is yours, shall we continue to dance in whit now that I've proven to ye that perhaps there is wisdom within mortals or shall we revert to barbarism and show that even ascending to what ye claim to be godhood hasn't made ye more of a man than a simpleton who claims to be nothing more than man trying to make his way in this world. Which is it? Has the mighty Zanith fallen to mear words?" Lokey continue to watch the mage with a piercing gaze that shows no fear of his opponent or of death as he waits to see if the mage will collect himself or if the fight is now unavoidable. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/11/04 at 04:22:34 Zanith glared at Lokey for a moment. His eyes flared with anger and his heart began to swell with hate. However, just as the Arcane magics began to jump between his finger tips, he held his sides and began to laugh. He laughed and laughed, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. "You, sir, have no clue. You believe yourself to know better than I, yet, your accusations are merely those concocted in your feeble, mortal mind. How could you possibly know what I know? You are mortal and all you know or ever shall know is mortal. I have achieved something greater and, as such, you will never even begin to come close to knowing what I know. I have discarded my mortal shackles. Arn'thet no longer exists. I am Zanith, God of the Arcanes and, the soon to be, God of the Realm. Ever mortal fibre of my being has been destroyed and lost, never to be found again! d**ned be the man who says that I am still attached to my mortal coil! Now...O nameless warrior," Zanith said as he drew a circle with his hand in mid-air, creating a pool of silver, liquid to appear in front of Lokey and his "prize." "I suggest you leave this place. Never return. You are lucky you have amused me. Many like yourself were not as fortunate... Oh, and before you even try, don't bother asking Squee any questions. I have made sure that he is no more than a puppet, a play-thing, a scape-goat. He knows only me and will only revere me. As such, he will not even come close to a composure fit to talk in a civil manner." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Isengard on 02/12/04 at 00:24:59 [ :-/ sorry i can't continue my part, it seemed like this rping required alot more time than i expected /sigh] * bows to everyone and with a blink of an eye, he catches for the shadows before him and disappears nimbly. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/12/04 at 04:23:27 Lokey turns to look at Squee and smiles comfortly. "It appears as if ye are guilty of what ye accuse me of. Ye think yourself to be a god, when..." Lokey is interupted by a breeze that seems to carry a whispered voice saying, "He is a god, the god of arcane ways in this realm." Lokey knows the voice well and stops. Lokey nods, "So I stand corrected. Ye are truely a god. The Arcane Master of this realm is it? Interesting." Even with this strange event and the confirmation of Zanith's god hood, Lokey's composure still remains calm and collected. He looks at Squee with a comforting smile, "All will be alright little one. Just ye wait." He then turns his attention back to Zanith. "So, am I to take it that ye are done being 'entertained?' Or shall we get to the game that we have been dancing around this whole time? I say we've waisted enough time. If ye didn't have some game in mind, I wouldn't think with your desire for entertainment that it would be as simple as a snap of the fingers and all would be destroyed. Doesn't seem very sporting of ye and ye strike me as the sportsman. So, what are the rules and how is everything to proceed?" As Lokey speaks a soft breeze blows through the room as a feeling of utter serenity and calm seems to rest upon the air itself. The breeze concentrates to the area just to the left of Zanith's throne and a figure of matching height and build to Lokey appears covered completely from head to foot in a hooded robe of navy blue concealing the being, emerges from the breeze as if carried there. Lokey falls silent as his gaze falls to the newly visible figure. A sense of divine awe and great power is felt by all present as soon as they gaze upon him. Silence overtakes the room for a moment. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/12/04 at 17:12:20 Silverwizard quickly shifts his spell to including this new name Arn'thet. The spell now including Arn'thet and Zanith he then reveals is power - it is a Truename spell. The spell's power will transport Zanith to any plane Silverwizard wishes. Trekkie starts to use his daggers to attack the shadow creatures until they get us close where he uses a scarlet dagger he claimed from his former adopted father in one hand, and a crystal knife in the other. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon_lordd on 02/13/04 at 02:37:11 A green sphere glimmered into existence behind the two demons, and they were instantly immolated. Leaving two piles of dust, and one blue robed wizard stading amidst the smoking refuse. "I assume I'm not too late?" Draco strode over and waved a hand to the other adventurers come onto his newfound quest. He spoke as if they were in a compfortable tavern, speaking as friends met after a hard days work. "Dreadful buisiness to find this place... But then you're all still standing. Thats always a good sign." He turned to Zanith, and tipped his hat in an insolent gesutre, bowing deeply and over dramatically, with far too many flourishes. "And ye must be the great Zanith. Worry not, your death shall be as swift as the lads parents were." Draco had been a family friend of Squees parents, before he was sent off to study the arcane arts. He found out about the razing of the village only days ago, and has sought to destroy this "Zanith" ever since. After a quick wave of his hand to scatter the dust piles to prevent resummoning, he took a more alert stand with the others. "It's ok Squee. It's all going to be ok." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/13/04 at 21:33:44 ((Sorry about my lack of posting. I was out yesterday night and I'm going to be going out tonight again, too.)) Zanith smirked and sat back down on his throne, crossing his legs in an elegant manner. "Oh, loe and behold, tis the mighty Adrian. Come to show me my mis-guided ways? Planning to show me just how many and how much I've hurt people? Maybe you've come with the ghosts of the past, present and future? Go back to sitting on your cloud, Adrian. You are not welcome here." "As for you, Sir Silverwizard, what exactly do you plan to do? ...Hmm...Truename spell, is it? Here, let me help you with your castings. Try including my other names: Allah, Yahweh, El Dios, Mon Dieu, Il Mio Dio, Vishnu, etcetra, etcetra. Honestly, Silverwizard-chan*, where do you plan on transporting me to? The bottom of the ocean? Under a mountain? The 7th circle of hell? I can assure you," he said with a sigh, "your efforts will be in vain. As I told you, I am master of the planes. No kind of world will ever hinder me. Remember that." "Now...as for you, O Mysterious One," Zanith said as he shifted in his seat. His eyes just vaguely glinted with that of interest. "Tell me, who are you and why have you come? Oh, wait, don't tell me," Zanith said with a chuckle. "You're another gallant warrior? The newest of the white knights? A He-Man, trying to win his name through the destruction of the greatest force this world has ever seen?" "D-Draco-s-sama**..." Squee said. His concious state was now as the tides; fading in and out as time progressed. Zanith glared at Squee, cradled in Lokey's arms. "Silence," he mumbled as Squee's face was suddenly set ablaze. The smell of burning flesh was only vaguely evident, however. It seems like it gets harder to smell when your ears are flooded with the anguished cries of a child. ((* -chan refers to a woman. ** -sama refers to a God or someone looked up to greatly.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/15/04 at 05:29:00 "You are the master of the Planes are you? If you believe that you are gods as well as god then I can send you home." Silverwizard smiles as he sends Zanith to the Plane of the Gods where the true gods rest. He then grabs the scroll and slips it into his pack while it recharges itself - one of the many experiments done on it - and then starts throw spells at Zanith while he flies down the portal. Trekkie throws an equal amount of daggers after Zanith as well. "Mortals shall not deal with him, let us let the true gods deal with this upstart," he says as he steps to the side and catapults himself up into the ceiling. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/15/04 at 05:47:59 "Bravo," Zanith said as he flew down his worm hole. "However, nothing more than a parlour trick..." Zanith let out a mighty cry as he began to reach out with his mind. Zanith knew that all magic came from one original source. That source, indeed, was the Almighty. However, direcly below the Almighty came the Arcanes. Just by the hand gestures, the eye movement and even the breathing patterns displayed by Silverwizard, Zanith had picked apart his spell and translated it into Arcane wordings (in his mind, of course). With little more than a bead of sweat on his brow, Zanith turned the spell around and threw it's very essence back into the Arcane weave, exactly where it came from; ashes to ashes, dust to dust. As the spell vanished, Zanith found himself in an empty plane - a plane waiting to be sculpted. He simply smiled and blew a kiss out into the void. "Sir Silverwizard, I think you may have just made my job a lot easier..." With several hand gestures and mumblings, Zanith created an exact copy of himself. Twas only an avatar that possessed no power but it was directly linked to Zanith's mind and could, therefore, watch over this land until such time that he could come back. A snap of his fingers and Zanith appeared back in his keep. "Silverwizard-chan, an impressive spell indeed. However, you'll have to do much better than that to defeat the likes of me. You can still flee for your life now. My offer still stands." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/15/04 at 06:03:39 The robed figure reaches to his hood, exposing his hand. His skin retains a golden luster as if he was made from pure metal. As his hood is lowered, everyone notices facial features that show his heritage to come from none other than the thief who stands among them by the name of Lokey La`Mace. His hair that extends below his shoulders holds a strawberry blonde color, and gently sways in the unseen breeze that seems to constantly flow around him. As his eye lids part, the void where his eyes should be, are filled with pale blue orbs that emit a soft light. A smile forms on his lips as his gaze meets Zanith. In a voice that is barely above a whisper, he speaks with power, authority and knowledge that seems to transend time itself. "Ye should know that I am always watching. Every event, wheather minor and major... none miss my ever watchful gaze. " Lokey speaks to the robed figure as he nods. "Tis good to see ye son. Tis been too long Adrian." Adrian turns to look at his father with a soft smile. "Only for ye father, for part of me never leaves your side, nor our family's. Or did ye really believe twas mere luck that ye have survived the many 'close calls' ye have experienced?" Adrian smirks slightly. "For now father, we should keep to the task at hand, and save the reunion." Lokey nods to Adrian and they both turn to face Zanith once more. The Watcher then looks at Silverwizard and at Zanith. "It was a good try sir Silverwizard. A valiant effort. But loose not heart. He only holds the status of deity because of his connection with the weave itself. He has... 'stolen' this right if ye will." Adrian smirks as the glowing orbs that are his eyes lock on Zanith. "And what has been stolen can always be returned. Tis the way of things." Adrian knows that his words would be like steel cutting into his Zanith's gut, for he's just revealed that he knows the mage's weakness and how to exploit it. "Oh and about the little part of ye that ye left behind... That is nae your realm, it doesn't belong there. Remove it..." Adrian's voice changes from the mild mannered, calm voice to one of authority and power enough to make even Zanith second guess himself as the blue glow of his eyes flashes crimson, "or I will." Adrian's composure changes back to his previous composure as he waits for Zanith to comply. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/15/04 at 06:17:04 Zanith snarled at Adrian as he clentched a fist. His avatar was immediately returned to the weave in a burst of "fire." "Why did you come here, Adrian? We both know that you cannot interfere with my affairs no matter how much you want to. You will simply sit and watch as I sweep this plane clean. As for your little hints, and clues - stop it now. No matter what you say or do, it makes no difference. What is to come is already laid out. Now, it's simply a matter of time. Face it, Adrian. I am the future." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/16/04 at 01:02:55 ((Srry been away)) Names Draco... And you shall soon know to fear it. Master of the arcane or not... I don't doubt you can be defeated. And defeated you will be. If not for what you did to the boy's parents. for what you do to him now. *He looks down at Squee and rage builds in his eyes, and they flared a slight tinge of blue.* Ye shall pay for what you have done monster.... By my hand or not it makes little difference. *He gathered several bolts of mana in his hands and flung them at the throne. Knowing such a feeble attack was off little use he quickly touched a ring of power on his hand, and sunk into the floor, hoping to slip out of Zanith's sight in the confusion of the raging bolts.* |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/16/04 at 01:18:28 Silverwizard begins to think back into the teachings of his parents into magical experimentation thinks about how a mage can shift the weave. "Hmm," he says slowly, "Proicere nuil doha". The room shakes with power sending ripples thoughout it. Silverwizard stands now a towering 5' with robes made out of silver and his hands he holds lightning made out of the weave itself. He then throws this lightning directly at Zanith. The Pacifist who has been at Squee's side turns and grabs Zanith by the robe and holds him in place so no counterspell can be cast. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/16/04 at 01:41:35 ((OOC: Holy godmod batman!!! Thats not cool man.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/16/04 at 01:50:17 "Baka..." Zanith mumbled as he waved a hand. Both mana bolts immediatley disappated before they even came close to Zanith's body. Then, Zanith exhaled slowly, resulting in his body immediatley bursting into flames. The fire blazed with such brilliance that it hurt to look directly upon it. "Honestly. Why do you insist on fighting me? You cannot even begin to comprehend the kind of power I control..." With a harsh stare, Zanith counteracted the spell. Silverwizard's bolts of lightning immediatley burst into a brilliant light show of blue, gold and virgin white. "You can't even control the weave properly. You are toying with things you cannot even begin to imagine," came Zanith's voice through his fire. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/16/04 at 01:56:49 Draco sliped out of the wall behind Zanith's throne, quietly placing several small blue crystals around the massive chair. He slunk back into the wall and appeared once more at the ceiling, another larger black crystal in his grasp. He flung it into the blinding fire, and as it was destroyed, his spell was complete. A void field formed around Zanith as one of Draco's most hated spells came to fruition. He stepped gingerly out of the wall behind the others, and looked down to squee, his eyes flaring a bit brighter blue for his anger. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/16/04 at 02:03:24 After a moment of being in the void, a face in Zanith's likeness sprouted out of the ceiling. It peered down at the "heroes" and spoke its booming words. "Infidel! You know for a fact that you cannot simply lock me away! It's only a matter of time before I unlock your spell. ...And once I do..." The face then rose back into the ceiling, letting loose a manical laughter. The stones were brought back perfectly as if nothing had ever happened. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/16/04 at 03:44:21 Ok. We have about five minutes. I'm Draco pleased to meet you. Any of you lads have any idea how you wnat to take him down? |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/16/04 at 05:42:21 Lokey looks at the one who's been addressed as Adrian. "Ye know his weakness, don't ye? How can we stop him?" Adrian smiles softly at his father and then speaks in the same whispered tone as he has been throughout this whole confrontation. "Sadly father, ye can't..." his eyes turn towards Draco and Silverwizard... "But if ye two combine forces, perhaps ye two may have a chance. Know this, ye can't overpower him with your talents in the arcane. Twill be knowledge and wisdom that will be his downfall." "He knows as well as I, that his power and claim to the divine rests solely in his connection to the mana stream. Time is short, for he'll be breaking free from his prison. He's tied himself to the 'weave' as he calls it and his power come directly from it. Tis why ye cannot over power him as ye have been trying. He thinks that he is the future." Adrian shakes his head. "His future is limited. But all that I can say is this, the book which holds the key to his connection to the weave rests here, within his tower. Separate him from the weave, and ye will once again make him no more powerful than a mortal sorcerer. All be it, he will be still be a formidible oponent, but he will be mortal." "Behind the remains of what was his throne, lies a trap door. There will be a spiral staircase that will descend 20 meters into the depths of the earth. There will be three doors. At each door a riddle with an arcane trap. Fail to disipher the riddle and it will mean your life. Past these doors, is a alter of gold and stone. The book resting upon is what he used to merge to the weave. Using that, ye both will have to work together to sever his connection. Then and only then will ye all be able to face him." Adrian shifts his gaze as he hears something that no one else present can. "He's breaking free, ye best hurry." Adrian then turns to his father. "The young one in your arms must be protected. Return to the shadows and guard him. He thinks that I will merely watch, but I am here to act this time, to act as a distraction. Yes, I am The Watcher, but he has forgotten that I am the Keeper of the past, present and future. He is a threat to the future. And that I cannot allow." Lokey nods to his son and vanishes from sight as he slips within a shadow, concealing himself and Squee from sight. Adrian turns to face where the void prison contains Zanith. "Prepare... he comes." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/16/04 at 20:52:41 Silverwizard flies behind the throne at top speed with Trekkie covering him with daggers. Both the thief and the mage open the trap door. The pacifist moves around and tries to decifer the riddle with Silver and Trekkie covering their back. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/16/04 at 20:54:24 Draco looked at the trapdoor for a moment and then turned to the others. "Can you keep him at bay for me? I can go get the tome." He broke a small orb in his pocket and he seemed to split in to four solid figures. "I'll need a few more minutes, one of me will stay here, and the others will search the vault. I won't be able to cast any spells until it wears off... And I have only a few moments." A rumbling is heard. "Prepare with haste... He comes." With that three of the Dracos' bolted into the cavern, and the fourth leaned against the wall with a wry grin, trying to act as natural as possible. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/16/04 at 21:20:30 Almost as if on cue, every single one of Draco's crystals shattered, filling the room with a light tinkling. The void simply vanished and Zanith was, once again, standing as if nothing had happened. "How dare you, Adrian...You cannot simply change fate like this. You are to watch and remember what has and will happen. To threaten the future - myself - is blasphemy. You are not doing your job. You are not serving the higher power. You are crossing a line that should never be crossed." With that, Zanith sat back down on his throne and crossed his legs in an elegant fashion. He sighed as he pulled out a looking glass from the sleeve of his robe. The moment he peered into it, the glass shattered. However, Zanith's face did not change. He simply took a few deep breaths and snapped his fingers. Another gate-way appeared at the base of the stairwell. Hordes of shadow-beasts stepped through. Each was more terrifying than the next. Wielding blades, spiked clubs, flails and every other type of weapon conceivable, they waited. Their bodies slowly twitched in anticipation. Though they did not possess that great of a power, their numbers were surely to be reckoned with. "Alright, Adrian. We shall play it your way. We'll let your 'adventurers' try to unravel the enigma below." The stone passage-way was poorly constructed in comparison to the rest of Zanith's Spire. The steps were staggered - some were higher than others while others were narrower - making descending them an obstacle in itself. At the bottom lead to a long and large corridor. The way was dimly lit by torches, emitting a dark, azure flame. And, just as Adrian had said, there was a large, immovable door at the end. Inscribed into the stone was written a simple riddle, written in Arcane symbols. ((TBC! I'll finish it by telling you the riddle. I'll be back soon.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/16/04 at 21:28:16 The visible Draco grimmaced at the hordes flooding forth through the portal, as his counterparts frantically tried to decifer the riddles below. "Oh perfect. Company." Using one of his few magic baubles which required no spell casting, he ran into the crowd. shattering a crystal on one of his rings of power to set his skin aflame, hoping to scare off some of the monsters, and singe the rest. He bolted to the other side of the room, trying to split up tohe force so they would be easier to deal with. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/16/04 at 21:43:29 The shadow-creatures did not fear anything. Their sole purpose was to serve and if they died doing so, all the better. The snarled and bared their long, black teeth as they all charged at Draco. Some of the monsters were even trampled to death by their kin. There was much confusion as weapons of all sorts (including a few limbs) were strew about the corridor. The room was filled with frantic shouting and screaming - all of which seemed to be devried from the same, hellish source. Upon the wall was engraved several symbols. Arcane, being a dead language, was quite difficult to decipher and completely impossible for some people to even begin to learn. As one looked over the symbols, an eerie, blue aura began to emit from the stone door itself. In its translated state, the riddle read as followed: Greater in value than the gems of the earth, A man may posses it without knowing its worth. Stronger than steel or brittle as glass, This is a thing that you hope will long last, It can bring enemies together, and keep friends apart For many strong emotions, this is a good start. ((I found this riddle here (http://rina.go-gaia.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=9729&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=15). It was written by SwiftWolf. If you're out there and you want me to remove this, please, PM me and I will in a heart-beat.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/17/04 at 00:20:36 ((I thought there were three doors)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/17/04 at 00:36:19 ((One after the other. What would be the point of having three doors on the same wall?)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/17/04 at 01:59:36 ((Split us up? *Points to three hero ppl* W.E then. sequential it is.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/17/04 at 02:06:26 Draco's spell wore off and he leapt for joy, and to escape some reaching talons. He turned on his heels and ran throught the gestures of a spell so rapidly one could barely see his lips move. He swung a now char black fist at a nearby beast, caving it's skull in. He swung left and right with his new spiked obsidian form, mowing down demons helplessly trying to fell the magic beast he had become. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/17/04 at 03:13:06 The pacifist looks at the riddle for a few minutes, then he slaps himself in the head, "Of course, it is one of the many things Zanith lacks, Honour!". He then looks at the door hoping it opens, hoping his answer is correct. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/17/04 at 03:32:27 The shadow creatures continued to take the onslaught known as Draco. However, whenever Draco killed one beast, 4 more would take it's place in a never-ending flood. At the sound of "honour," the door immediatley began to move. It's thick, stone structure made almost a moaning sound as it stepped aside, almost like it hadn't moved in millenia. The door gave sight to a new corridor. Twas no different than the previous except that it was even lit more dimly. Once again, at the end of the corridor was a heavy, stone door. Inscribed was the next riddle, however, this time, the engravings were not as deep and glowed a tranquil, amber colour. I am both your good friend and great foe, I am found nearly everywhere you go. My lapping tongues writhe as they rise, And disperse into the darkened skies. I spoke with the forest one eve: I may devour you without leave, But that which keeps you green, Is exactly that which makes me scream. ((Jonathan Livingston, if you see this riddle and want me to remove it, please, PM me and it'll be as good as gone.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/17/04 at 03:36:58 ((OOC: I think there was some confusion about the riddles. The Arcane symbols don't change when you read them. The symbols simply glow a colour. I'm sorry for any mix-ups that those might have caused.)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/17/04 at 04:03:03 Using his power granted by the Orb Of Mist he and all The Warriors of The Mist were connected to, Silverwizard started a meeting of minds with Trekkie, Anturox (the druid who earlier spoke to Sau Ron), T'irno Pa (A former chosen of the gods who was stripped off all power, the name means nothing btw), and Narin (a cleric Silverwizard works with). They think trying to decipher this riddle but are having a harder time. The Pacifist working alone tries to figure it out. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/17/04 at 04:09:47 As the scene shifts back to the throne room of the tower, anger builds within The Watcher. The glow of his eyes once more shifts from the soft blue glow, to a blazing fire. An enraged elder god now turns to face Zanith. As his voice booms, the entire tower shakes in his rage. “How dare ye make presumptions? Ye claim that I am causing blasphemy?” The room quakes and trembles as fear and awe overwhelms all within the tower. “As for a higher power I serve, ye are mistaken. I answer to no one or nothing but my own morals and that which I know should be. I am nae here to destroy the future, but ensure it. Everything I have done this day is to ensure things continue to progress as they should… what ye may call fate. I know who I am and what my place is. Tis nae the first time I have witnessed this event, nor will it be the last.” Adrian’s face tenses as his gaze pierces the cool and collected exterior of Zanith and his words are stern in warning as he speaks, “So choose your words carefully self-proclaimed…” Adrian speaks mockingly… “god of the arcane.” “Ye only know me as a watcher, but my true nature is the Keeper of the past, present and future. I am the Guardian of Truth and Knowledge. And I am keeping the past, present and future as I ensure this event flows as ‘fate’ would deem it. Do nae think ye are my equal Zanith. I have tolerated your nonchalant attitude until now. But do nae forget, ye are merely a mortal who’s stolen power that doesn’t belong to him. I hold the title and power that is rightfully mine. I am ageless… timeless… eternal. Ye are simply immortal. As for a line that shouldn’t be crossed, ye are the one who has taken such action.” Adrian’s demeanor once more eases. Adrian’s certain his warning has been sufficiently made and the quaking of time that has rattled the tower and it’s occupants comes to an end. “Now, as for my next action, it was prompted by ye as all of these ‘interferences’ of mine as of late have been. For every hindrance ye place, I will give them the opportunity to overcome. I am your balancing factor.” With a mere thought, Adrian forms a small crystal within Draco’s hand as he battles far beneath them. As soon as the crystal forms, a flash of brilliant light of the divine blazes forth pushing back the shadows, blinding them without destroying them. Adrian looks at Zanith with a smirk. “Any more comments as to my place or what I should be doing? Or shall we do what I came here for, to talk with ye as they try to run your gambit without further interferences from us, as is the way of the mortal world?” Adrian awaits Zanith’s answer… |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/18/04 at 00:21:09 A slight glow seeped through Draco's hand, and he began to speed up to a frantic pace. Every time he struck a demon it would crumble to dust, leaving mounds of soot to litter the throne room. His eyes emmited a blue glow as he rushed through the demon ranks, turning hordes of them to cinders, beginning to actually lessen thier numbers. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/18/04 at 02:20:57 Zanith smirked at Adrian. With a snap of his fingers, he reduced all the remaining demons into nothing more than dust. There was a bright flash in the basement of his spire then...nothing. "You're right, Adrian. They are just mortals. There is no need to waste my army's time on them. Even if they do figure out the answers to my riddles (which I highly doubt), they will certainly not be able to decipher the runes in that book. As for you being my 'balancing factor,' I simply laugh. Tell me, Adrian, how do you balance infinity? With infinity? Would you not agree that infinity from infinity is still...infinity? That is what the weave is. The Alpha and the Omega. All things come from there and that is where they will, someday, end up. ...But all this talk bores me. Tell me, Adrian? Do you play chess?" he said as he blinked, keeping his eyes closed for a fraction of a moment more. Instantly, a marble chess board with crystal pieces appeared in front of his throne along with a lavish, silk chair. Zanith opened his eyes and smiled slyly. "Oh, and before I forget, please, no more quakes in my spire. It would be a shame if this old place came crumbling down for the debris would surely kill your 'heroes.'" Squee still laid almost motionless in Lokey's arms. The only sign of life coming off the rat's body was his chest, expanding with every one of his shallow breaths. Strength, of course, was beginning to regain itself in his body but one potion could not even come close to healing the wounds inflicted by Zanith in a few hours...much less an entire year. Slowly, Squee opened his mouth once more, exposing his rotting gums and decayed teeth. His body reeked of his own fecsis and blood. Squee could not muster the strength to string together an entire sentence so he simply let out a single word - possibly, the most meaningful word in the entire human language. "...Wh-Why...?" |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/19/04 at 03:11:11 ((OOC: I think this riddle may have been too hard... Really think about the last stanza: I spoke with the forest one eve: I may devour you without leave, But that which keeps you green, Is exactly that which makes me scream. )) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/19/04 at 03:56:24 ((I thopught it was pretty easy... But im not down there sooo.)) ((COUGH COUGH FIRE COUGH)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/19/04 at 04:39:47 "WAIT," Silverwizard yells, "FIRE, that is it. I did not see it, obvious, of course tongues of flame, water kills it, why did I not think of it." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/20/04 at 00:24:22 The door, just like its predecessor, moaned loudly as it swung open for the adventurers. The hallway behind it, though, was not even vaguely lit. It was pitch black except for the glowing runes at the end. The runes glowed a deep crimson and almost pulsated. It can't be bought, It can be won. It is much sought, Sometimes a con. And here is how the real you tell, It has a flame no cold can quell. Worth more than pearls and gems and wealth It's real even when you forget yourself. ((Shaoli, if you're reading this, same drill. XD PM me to have it removed!)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/20/04 at 02:02:04 Silverwizard looks at the riddle for a minute then he thinks for another, "Hmm, I am thinking 'fame' might be the word I seek." |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/20/04 at 02:05:32 "The flame leads me to think along the lines of 'Love'," the pacifist says back to Silverwizard. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by LoKey on 02/20/04 at 15:48:28 Adrian’s lips curl into a smile as Zanith’s words have struck him as funny. Before it can be stopped, Adrian lets out a soft chuckle. Then he quickly stifles the laugh. “I am amazed at such arrogance and lack of utter truth. How can ye claim to be infinite? Have ye truly fell prey to this self-delusion of yours? Yes, ye currently hold the power of the weave captive and have achieved a form of godhood. But ye have not considered one possibility. Not many of the gods are truly eternal and self dependant. In other words, the majority of the gods can be lost or forgotten and yes, they can even die. So as for ye being infinite, do nae be so naive.” As Adrian and Zanith continue to talk, Lokey continues to watch, but has shifted some of his attention to Squee. He gently and soothingly talks with him in whispered tones so as to not allow Zanith to hear him. “Tell me small one, what can ye tell me of this book that Zanith guards. We’re going to need your help. Ye’ve the most experience with him and I fear he may be right. Can ye read the book that they have spoken about?” Adrian steps towards the window on the opposite wall and looks out as he continues to talk with Zanith. “But ye did say something very intriguing. Ye believe the weave to be the ‘Alpha and Omega?’ What idiocy gave ye that idea? The weave is nae anything more than the stitch work which holds the fabric of the realms together. It is nae the ultimate power. Nor is it eternal. I witnessed its birth and I have witnessed its destruction in some planes. The mana stream is nothing more than a mystical energy and courses through all the planes and allows them to interact in some ways, yet remain separate, all fitting into place of the puzzle.” “Much like the way people fit into a family.” Adrian turns to Zanith and forces a memory to emerge. Everyone watches as Zanith falls into somewhat of a trace and relives several memories of his time with his parents that were long forgotten, all relived as if they were happening now for him, but only a fraction of a second of time passes and Adrian turns his attention back out the window, allowing Zanith to recover. “Ye see what I mean? Just as ye are a part of the family your parents started, so the weave is to the planes, a part. But unlike ye, the weave holds things together, where ye have divided your family. What would your parents think if I was to take ye back as ye are now to them as they were in that memory? Would they continue to cradle the little child within their arms? Or know that it spells disaster and try to prevent this day from ever coming?” Adrian smirks at Zanith. Without anyone’s knowledge the chess pieces have moved on their own, both sides have a strong defense, but it appears as if Adrian’s pieces currently have lodged in a hole in Zanith’s defenses and a weakness is now exposed. The funny thing is, neither of them have been at the chess board to anyone’s recollection. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/20/04 at 21:13:30 Zanith just smiled as he continued to play his little game of chess. "Heh...I should have known. It's no use arguing with the God of Truth. I can't win..." Just then, however, the memories of Zanith's past flashed before his eyes. He quickly stood up, almost tumbling the stunning table to the ground. However, the images stopped soon enough and Zanith found himself sitting down, clearing his throat just a tad bit. "Adrian, I'd advise you not to do that again. It would be a shame if this entire spire came tumbling to the ground. And I've yet to reinforce the foundation..." he said slyly as the spire began to tremble. Several blocks shook out of the walls and clattered to the ground. However, the tremors stopped soon enough and all was still again. "...But worst of all, this game of ours would go unfinished...Check." "...B-Book...? ...Book! No! B-Book! Hurt! I-I...c-can't! No! No! Book! No book! B-Book is...Book hurts! No! NO!" cried out Squee as his eyes shot open. He squirmed and struggled in Lokey's arms while beads of sweat traced strange patterns on his face. His tail whipped around violently and his eyes refused to blink. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Mip on 02/21/04 at 05:36:42 The word "love" made the entire room illuminate itself from an unknown source. The light was warm and inviting. It made one feel calm and peaceful inside. However, if one simply looked ahead instead of marvelling at the lights, one would see their holy grail. The room was made of stone, just like all the other rooms in Zanith's spire. However, a single beam of light shone down from above. The light hit a golden alter placed in the direct centre of the room, giving the air around it a twinkling and mystic glow. Atop the alter, sat a book. Twas nothing special. The book was covered in leather and the spine looked almost as if it had only been opened once or twice. To the touch, the book felt warm and strange. Almost as if something was entering the soul; tainting the soul. Inside, the book was filled with countless runes. Impossible to translate, the runes simply laid upon their pages. They did not glow nor did they shimmer like their deceptive riddle-brothers. They simply were. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/21/04 at 05:51:31 Draco stood, gathering himself after his little skirmish. He examined some of his more potent magiks and cirlced around behind Zanith. He knew he alone could not down the neo-god, but perhaps he could provide a distraction long enough for the others to finish... In case Zanith tired of his little game. |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by Silverwizard on 02/21/04 at 18:50:24 Silverwizard looks at the runes. He casts a spell to read languages trying and hoping to be able to decipher the runes. He sends a mental message to Trekkie who is still guarding the passage way that he has the book. Trekkie looks at Draco and whispers, "If you have any knowledge of the book or the runes if you could please join Silverwizard down the throne's stair." EDIT: (( oops sorry will move this to other forum)) |
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Title: Re: Prisoner in Tears (Open) Post by dragon lordd on 02/22/04 at 17:52:09 Tis a dead language... So I can offer little assistence, but to buy you some time. Get down there and help them... I shall watch your backs... That is if Zanith grows bored of his game and tries to finnish us off. He shant take me down without a fight. *Draco grinned and wedged a few small crystals between his fingers, and twisted the gems on a few of his rings so they began to glow.* |
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