Stumbling around in the darkness, the ground suddenly tipped and Sophie fell forward onto her hands and knees. She felt along the ground but could find nothing so instead she stood back up and continued searching.
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Name: Sophie HP: 25 Appearance:Wood elf. Big cloak. A few potion bottles. Tiny.
Her fingers came in contact with a something hard and she rubbed her hands along it. She jerked away for a moment. It didn't feel right. It felt.. alive.. With power, perhaps? And then the Voice was speaking to her and she tilted her head. Speak his true name? But how could she when she could not speak? She remembered the book; old pieces of paper. Ah. That would be handy. So she began to stumble around in the darkness, trying to locate the book once more.
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Name: Sophie HP: 25 Appearance:Wood elf. Big cloak. A few potion bottles. Tiny.
As he looked around the room, he noticed a few of his previous subjects, but they were all decked out in silver clothing just like him. His expression softened as he tentatively reached toward a familiar dragon. Wilson knew she couldn’t hear or see him, but he patted her on the head anyways. She would always be his 2nd lieutenant.
Then his neck snapped toward Mort. “What is it that you seek? Are you angry over these so-called traitors replacing who you hold dear? Would making a new world really make you feel better? The people you loved, they wouldn’t come back in that world. Wilson strode over to Bastion and examined his injury, trying to patch him up.
He looked up when Xiu called his name. He furrowed his brows at the other silver king. If she was referring to something beyond their original selves or their origins as fragments, it went over his head.
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Name: Wilson HP: 100 Target: Bastion Healing: 15 Rank Ability : Instant KO/half King's current HP/Cut character's base HP by half/Steal a player's ranked ability (*any of these abilities can be used four times) Kingdom: Silver
Figuring that that hadn't worked, Marosa sighed and pitched forward from the throne, falling flat on his face.
Way to go, Ganerie. Good jorb.
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Name: Marosa HP:25/25 Appearance: Marosa is a human-looking creature with wings that stands about 5'7", with shoulder-length red hair that is only slightly curly. His natural ability of touching people allows the recipient of his touch to become infatuated with him - this can either work in his favor or against. Marosa himself does not look like a strong fighter, but he looks incredibly flighty - able to dodge with ease.
Groping blindly, breathing deeply and keeping his eyes tightly shut, Jerry managed to take a hold of stone once again. He gripped it frantically, trying to feel what he had found and was happy it was cold, identifiable... or at least evidently inanimate was a plus.
He hated the dark.
Find your Jerry Place, deep breaths, What Would Killzone Do.
He'd punch the darkness in the face and tell it to stop imploding space around it.
He missed Roar.
Careful steps, he felt a sudden dip- stairs! He tried to find a wall with possibly a light switch, but somehow knew he'd be unsuccessful. The ridge along the stairs continued forward before suddenly ending and he jerked back with a sharp breath.
No no no no no more falling. Darkness and possible falling for eternity would be the end of him.
He quickly backed away again.
Character: Jerry & Roar HP: 25/50 Kingdom: Blue Knight Appearance: See art! Found: Pillar+Fountain, Table+Book, Ridge,
41- 60: You stumble upon a ridge, a series of stairs leading to one side. However, you feel nothing upon reaching the end...
Madeline blinked when her thigh ghosted across a sharp, cold object. Metal hummed beneath her inquiring fingertips, and as she felt around more and more, the shape of a chair - a throne - began to take shape in her mind. She pondered it curiously, trying to circle the large, impending object in the dark. The fragment spent minutes exploring it curiously, silent and sightless and forming images in her head with feel alone. When she dropped to a crouch in front of it, her fingers felt grooves - words carved into the base of the object that seemed to hum and breathe life.
The girl frowned. How was she supposed to read letters in the dark? Her lips thinned into a grimace, and she traced her palm and fingers over the words again and again, slowly piecing letters together into a puzzle of words. C, L, was that an M or an N? Slowly, it came together in her mind. It was a slow procession.
Call my -
Madeline traced it one last time, piecing together the phrase.
Call my true name.
Settling back on her haunches, the fragment frowned down into the dark. How was she supposed to call, when the tower had robbed her of sound? And how was she supposed to trust her own fingers, when it had also stolen her sight? Was this another one of the Creator's cosmic jokes? Was someone up above and far away laughing at them as they pulled their strings? Tilting her head, Madeline slowly curled herself into a yoga-like position on the floor, her legs folding and bending together so that her elbows rested on her knees as she thought. The true name. True name. She remembered the fountain and the ornate grooves, and wondered what else was lurking somewhere in the room. But this object by far seemed the most important, and she didn't want to lose herself again in the dark and have to find it a second time.
So instead, she pushed herself into her mind, and dug for answers to the riddle she didn't think she could solve. She played back her false memories and analyzed them, retold herself fables and stories she'd heard as a kid. She thought of the past days, the world that they'd been involved in, and the war that had taken place and ended just as quick. Call my true name. A throne that radiated the presence of someone reproachful, powerful, all-knowing. She thought of the Voice, and its weakening tone. She thought of herself, a fragment of a whole, a diluted form of a girl, carrying a name that she didn't truly own.
She thought of swords and fairytales and great kings, true kings, and the stories surrounding them. And when it was over, she leaned forward out of her thoughts and bit thoughtlessly into her finger until the pain sharpened into a sting and she knew she was bleeding. She turned and spat blood from her lips before leaning forward to write. And she did so almost feverishly, uncertain. Her handwriting was shaky in the dark, acting like roughly hewn thoughts being put onto paper (stone) for the first time.
Kingarthur. She wrote first. And then with hesitance, she added more named. Morg-na - Excalibur. Truth.
Her shaky writing continued, some letters unfinished, some all-together unreadable.
When she was done, she leaned back and pushed herself slowly to her feet.
That was her best guess. Now it was just a waiting game until someone got the answer right.
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Name: Madeline. HP: 25/25 Kingdom: Silver. (Formerly White.) Description: A tall, curvy girl with auburn hair and dark eyes. She is dressed in a simple white dress and jacket, her hair spilling over her shoulders. She speaks fluent spanish and is wearing simple jewelry.
In her desperation to find out what was going on, Poke stilled as she felt a familiar touch to her head. She had felt the same sensation not before. Was that really....
She couldn't say anything outloud, but she knew who it was. It brought a smile to her face. Even in here out of all places. She figured he must have gone to the pillars as she did, as everyone else had. Though did he find out anything more? Perhaps he even knew who the voice was?
Though as she stood to see if she could reach out to the commander, she instead tripped over the throne once more, her hands straying back to the weird writing.
Nope, she still had no idea who the heck it was. But this lack of sense was really starting to piss her off.
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Name: Pokerus HP: 25 Rank: Wild card Character kingdom: Silver [Character description:Here! Except more plain now and without all the techno stuff
Sensory depravation was the worst of tortures. Riley knew something was going on, she could feel anger and tension in the air, bouncing off her skin and begging for attention. There was no way to tell who was fighting, or why - or if they would turn on her any second.
Moving forward was her only open. She reached out, her hands finding the first thing they could feel - which was a pair of legs, since she'd been on her knees feeling the grooves in the floor. She tested them with squeezes, before following them upward as she stood, and ran her hands up the full length of whoever was in front of her. This way, she knew their height, which was remarkably helpful. She had a feeling she knew who it was, but just to make sure, she put her hands on his hips.
Just looking for his weapons.
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Name: Riley Current HP remaining: 25 Rank Ability : Bishop Kingdom ability: MECHANIC: For one turn, the player can act twice in a row--once for themselves, and once for their illusion! Depending on your rank, this means that you can either attack twice in a row, use one move to heal and one to attack, or so on. However, be aware that by using this, the player's opponent now has two targets that they can hit, and therefore the enemy may also attack twice in that same battle phase. (UNUSED) Character kingdom: Red Character's Miasma Colour: Red Character description:The strange looking young woman who speaks only through the mind was taken from her youth at an early age and given to a spiritual society, a group of women devoted to attaining higher levels of purity and consciousness. She spent most of her years in complete isolation, untouched and untroubled by the taint of corruption. Cleansing both the spiritual and physical aspects, she was then given to the King as an adviser, the whisper in the King's mind that made sure all of her choices were fair and uncorrupted. Now that the King no longer has need of her, she has chosen to abandon her spiritual purity and take up arms to protect her beloved Kingdom. She's just regular ol' Riley now. Be warned.
The door swung open and the world plunged into darkness and the Voice.
Aymet could do nothing else but listen and feel his way around, running his hands along curving pillars and glass. It was the story of an unknown king, but also of them - the seven kings who vied for the power the Voice had promised them. But the story turned sour, and the Black King cursed in silence the implication that all he had done had not been enough, and the chilling implication of all that he had heard on his way up here. Fragments, at the end of a long dream...
But as the silence grew deeper, the Voice seemed to awaken once again. This time, it was as commanding as it had always been, and more dangerous than ever. Aymet was temporarily transfixed - he could get used to this kind of ruthlessness from it. The darkness lifted from his eyes, and he could see them all, writhing in the darkness, silent and confused. Silver betrayers and colorful imposters, filling up the meeting room of the kings. The Voice certainly didn't need to ask twice - Aymet would have gladly destroyed them anyway. But he had come all this way for the promise of the True King, and he would do anything to get it.
He had nearly fallen to doubt, preyed upon by these disgusting creatures that wore Miasma skin but seethed beneath it. But what was a day of their lies in comparison to a life fighting and killing for the title only one could have? He had devoted his existence to it, ever vengeful over even the slightest shift in power and resources. It had taken just a single moment - of clarity, of realization - to see that those creatures had almost tricked him into losing his life, and all that remained of his power.
"There is only one truth for you, King of nothing." Aymet's weapon moved in a whirlwind of darkness to strike at Xiu. "You have outlived your purpose."
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Current HP remaining: INFINITE Damage done: 14 Target(s): Xiu Rank Ability : 2d12-4 Character kingdom: Black Character description: Aymet is a creature of pure shadow, currently standing about six feet tall. He is pure black, with blue accents, frayed wispy wings and tail, and few visible features.
While Jerry blindly backed away from the stairs, Roar bumped into something wooden... a table? Unfortunately one that didn't contain a lamp, although there was a large stack of bound paper of some sort on it.
Dammit, where did the shrimp go...?
Character: Jerry & Roar HP: 25/50 Kingdom: Blue Knight Appearance: See art! Found: Pillar+Fountain, Table+Book, Ridge,
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 11:56 pm
Shaheen was also minding her own business. She was on a mission of discovery here, okay? She had found water, a set of stairs that led nowhere, and a table with a book that was apparently too heavy to lift. She was on a role and totally on the way to solving this entire mystery.
Except that she still had not a single clue what she was doing and was thinking that perhaps Lifen or Lan were far more suited to figuring this out then she was. In fact, she was just going to lean against this table and let them do that. When the lights had come back on and there was a visible enemy to be rid of, then she would do her part.
This sounded like a pretty good plan, and so the war woman turned, arms just coming up to cross over her chest when it happened. Something barreled into her, sending her stumbling, falling to the floor with something pressed up against her. Two things pressed up against her. Against her chest. Hand things.
.....What was with everyone touching her, lately??? She was about to reach up and shove whoever was on top of her off, unable to yell, unable to see who it even was, when she was suddenly hauled up to her feet and moved behind whatever...whoever had just accosted her body with and arm around her waist.
Eyebrows raised now. Was this...person...trying to protect her from something? Curious, she leaned in closer to the body in front of her, hands coming up to feel around it, to try and get a sense of the shape, patting torso, arms, shoulders, working up until her fingers were entangling into hair, then moving to what she assumed was it's face, and patting it's cheeks.
Nope. She didn't have a clue.
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Shun was still very guarded right now. Being cut off form two key senses was making him feel rather irritable too. He really wanted to kill the Voice even more for putting him through this.
All of the sudden, he felt something touch his legs, causing him to freeze. The urge to kick whatever it was spurred within him, but he resisted that for now and he waited. Though, he soon jerked when his knees were squeezed. Dammit! This body was ticklish too? He was unhappy with this. Pretty soon, he could feel hands moving up, still touching him, before reaching by his hips.
What the hell was even? He hadn't reacted sooner due to being bewildered by this encounter. Maybe.. just maybe it was Mitsu who had just stumbled onto him. Chances were slim for that though.
Still, he couldn't help but step back and swat the hands down away from his hips. He didn't know what the deal was, but he didn't want them to be near where his daggers were kept. After that, he reached up for their face, trying to figure out who the hell had been feeling him up. Being completely blind and whatnot, he missed initially and his hand landed elsewhere. Though, the second time around, he managed to find the face. It didn't take too long as he felt a smooth surface where a nose and mouth should be.
Dammit Riley!
He frowned and retracted his hand.
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Name: Shun HP: 25 Target: Damage: Blessing: Used Kingdom: Red Knight (Tiger) Kingdom ability: Summons illusionary wolf that allows for a second attack before retaliation. This allows the target to strike back twice as well, however. Apperance: Dark haired male wearing dark leather armor. He seems to have a number of blades on his person. Steps:
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It turned out to be a good thing she had entered this floor holding Zel's hand, because everything promptly became dark, as well as silent. She pressed her free hand to her throat, and felt it, as if seeing if her voice had somehow become lodged in there and could be freed by touch.
Water. She tripped forward and fell into... a basin full of water? She splashed it against her face, hoping against hope it was the regular kind of water and not terrifying awful substances that appeared to be water to the deaf and blind.
The only good part about falling into the basin was that she'd managed to retain hold of Zel's hand, probably in a deathgrip that was so awful it would seem like she wanted to merge hands permanently.
Not a good idea. Not the worst one, either! But... not a good one.
DARNIT~! Yelled Rei without sound. How many times does this make? Four?
By now he was very familiar with the shape and size of the Throne, that he could probably recognize it with his eyes closed-err, wait. He was already in that condition.
Punching the solid metal Throne with his fist, he can feel that something has been applied on the surface of said item...it's some liquid with familiar smell...Blood!? Did someone bleed-oh wait. Did someone else wrote here using blood?
He turned around. Of course he can't see or hear anything, but he knew. There's others in this room...a large amount of people. It's already a miracle that he didn't bump into someone else while running here and there...
But has Arynek arrived?
No point in worrying. All he has to do is already clear-to state the name of the True King.
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Current HP remaining: 25/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: ~ Target(s): ~ Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: [NONE] Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Look at AVI please! Object(s) Found: Stairs, Chair, Chair, Chair, Chair, ChairGAAAH, Spring.
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