Everything was chaos. There were rules, there were requirements, but the battle itself seemed eternal. The True King, chosen one of the seven. Yet, in this war-ravaged battlefield, who exactly had even fallen. Was the tournament finally drawing to a close?
And then at last, the presence. The Voice.
"I am the Voice." Silence, strained and tenuous. For a second, it felt like even the Voice was fading away. ' I call upon all the Kings and all their Kingdoms. The time of the True King is near. Fight - glory - and - also - know - " The words were cutting in and out.
And at last, unable to maintain the illusion, the horizon, already black, cracked, broken, fell entirely apart.
For those who were still fighting, not yet awoken and living the Voice's terrible, great illusion, all they would see beyond the expanse was an ugly black tear. For those who had awoken and those who had died, returned as Silvers, they saw something else:
A final tower, representing each and every colour, that rose beyond the limits of the created sky itself. There was no doubt now who or what lay inside. Even if they doubted it, as awoken soldiers, as Silvers, they could hear something calling to them, overpowering them almost as they felt themselves walking forwards towards the tower mechanically.
The Voice was here. It was in there.
That nagging feeling of both curiousity and morbid trepidation, that feeling of knowing their ending before their death was drawing close and yet, they could not avoid it. And when they finally saw the Voice for itself, for what it was, what exactly lay for them other than absolute nothingness itself? Their own fate was terrible and yet they could not resist the final call.
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WELCOME TO THE TOWER OF THE VOICE
gaia_crown[ Entrance fee: ] - Only awoken players or Silver aligned players can see the tower. If you once WERE Silver and you aligned with a faction, unless you die again, you cannot see this tower. Basically the only way to get in is if you are awoken or if you finished up your death solo - If you are a player who is awoken you do not HAVE to enter this thread quite yet. It is ideal for you to enter once you are done with killing your Kings because you can hear someone whispering to you gently, a familiar sort of voice, reminding you that if the Voice is destroyed... all this madness will end... - If you are a King (any) and try to follow people to this area, you will hit no resistance and go right in. This is a no attack zone once you hit floor one, and all you feel is a strange sense of wrongness as you move up. However with the chaos that has happened, perhaps it is time for the truth... - If you are not awoken try to follow any of these players towards the tower you will simply hit an invisible barrier and see those you are following fading away. It confuses you but you cannot follow. - This tower is split into three sections. When you are ready, head to part 1 HERE, and keep on following to head UP to the tip of the tower to confront the Voice once and for all. - If your character has interactions they need to fulfill with other characters, they can do so IN THIS VERY THREAD, set at the base of the tower, before they move upwards. - This thread DOES have PVP on, if people are interested in PVP but there are no skills are blessings, just melee attacks. Otherwise just rp your scuffles out. - If you somehow die in here or anywhere in the tower, you simply instead of dying dying, respawn right here.
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:13 pm
((enter the dragon)) It took him some time, but eventually, Jericho arrived to the base of the tower. The voice sounded strained. Was it weakening? He supposed it didn't matter too much. Everything was ending soon. It was from within this tower that he could feel its pull.
The Voice.
He didn't know why he followed it. Nothing he did really mattered all too much. Even with a second chance, he felt like he didn't have much of a purpose. Maybe.. .just maybe he could change that. If even for a moment.
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Name:Jericho HP: 30 Target: Damage: Blessing: Kingdom: Silver wildcard Appearance: Red haired. Gold eyed. Red dragon.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:25 pm
[ Entering ]
Arriving at the tower, Keel felt like nothing more than a puppet following the directions of the puppeteer. Something was calling out to them, and they were going to it.
[ Exiting ]
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Name: Killian [Aka Keel] Current HP remaining: 35/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: -- Target(s): -- Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: [ Unused ] Character kingdom: ??? Character's Miasma Colour: ??? Character description: A dull mirror of what they were like before. Keel now dons the colors of their original kingdom – the Kingdom of Change. The will to fight are gone from their eyes, however, it seems their will to watch the battle to the end is strong. Current Status – Harmless.
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:39 pm
[ entering ]
The tower seemed to loom from nothingness, a tall, elaborate structure of everything that had once been and everything that was now. A representation of the seven (or was it eight?) kingdoms, each and every color reflected in the silver.
He did not know why he was here, other than the fact that his feet had led him here, that his heart felt as though it were being pulled in two different directions. The pain at the betrayal of those he had trusted lay heavy enough in his heart to cause an almost physical pain, his chest constricting. He had meant something, once.
But Mengyao would not shy away from his fate now. He was still himself, he was still a King. He was Mengyao Miao, Emperor of Edric, and he would keep moving.
He stepped into the building, still gripping the sword, though it was not raised, Mengyao carrying it loosely between his fingers as he made his way across the bottom floor of the tower. It felt...odd, somehow - as though he were a puzzle piece that did not quite fight right into its place.
But no. No, he had already lost enough. What more did he have to lose now by going forward? The truth was urging him on, driving him forward, and Mengyao pressed his lips together, eyes narrowing with determination.
Keep moving.
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Current HP remaining: 110 Damage done: Target(s): N/A Rank Ability : BESERK MODE Kingdom ability: Unused Character kingdom: Edric (Regalia) Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description:BAM
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:46 pm
[[Enter: Aedan]]
Feeling weary beyond his time, Aedan made his way to the tower, eyes widening slightly as he approached. It was a lot to take in, the concept that he wasn't really anything after all--it painted this sort of irresistible call in an entirely new light, really...and made it all the more easy to believe that he was a puppet to some larger being's imagination, existing no further than this...setting, of their creation.
Staring up at the tower, he felt a shiver of...something. Perhaps the first emotion to really break through the fugue he'd been moving under as he tried to figure out just what he really thought about all of this. There was a sense of impending menace, he would swear, emanating from the tower itself. But, there wasn't much worse that could happen, in his mind--he didn't fear death, and if they weren't really real anyway, then the potential death meant even less.
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Name: Aedan HP remaining: 50/50 Target(s): Damage / Healing / Defense done: Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: On the taller side of average, with dark skin, gold eyes and pale hair. He looks faded and worn, as if he's had one too many things to absorb, and it's weighing him down. He's wearing plain, somewhat washed-out looking clothing, with no decoration whatsoever.
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:52 pm
[ entering ]
The fragment couldn't remember where she'd woken. The wandering had taken her nowhere, and then she had found herself at the base of the tower, listening to the echoing booms of the Voice. She felt like she'd been tugged here by invisible strings, which didn't at all sound strange anymore, considering she'd been made from something - someone else. Scowling, the girl spiraled on the spot, her simple white coat flaring out above a short dress and white heels. She could feel death radiate from the tower ahead, and her first instinct was to follow it. She had no interest in avoidance. It wasn't a need for the end; it was a need for answers, ones the pillars had not necessarily given her.
If her fate had already been decided for her, fine. But she'd at least know why first.Her heels clicked off of the hard, cold stone as she entered, her eyes taking in the sight. Compared to her previously flashy appearance, this fragment seemed common, plain. Her auburn curls spilled loosely over her shoulders, and the dress she wore was skin-tight, the sleeves clinging to her skin up to the elbow. Apart from the tan of her skin and the dark of her eyes, no real color jumped out. She was just a washed out version of her former-self. Madeline smiled, sashaying towards the center of the room that created the base of the tower.
Perhaps it was time to confront Death again.
[ exiting ]
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Current HP remaining: 50/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: --- Target(s): --- Rank Ability : Unused - Wild Card. Kingdom ability: Unused. Character description: A tall girl with auburn hair and white, plain clothing. She has a certain allure and catty aura. She is currently unaligned and views everyone else neutrally.
To say Rosy was tired, well that was an understatement. Walking her way towards the tower, she pause as she look back for the others from the Red Kingdom. She wasn't about to go up any of these stairs without them. Looking around, her eyes fall upon someone who made her want to walk up and punch him right in the fast.
Carefully walking up next to him, she place her hands behind her back. Her black curls hiding her face only a little before she chuckle "Miss me? So who did you in?" she didn't look at him, her eyes just took in the tower, trying to figure out how high they would be climbing.
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HP: 50/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: Target(s): -- Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: -- Character kingdom: Silver - fighting for red Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: A girl not much older then eighteen, she stand not much taller then five feet, six inches in height. Has long black hair that is normal kept up in a neat bun. With dark red eyes, and pale skin, she stands out rather well. Now returning tot he field, she no longer in red, but once again in Silver.
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 10:55 pm
[entering Gilly]
Gilly walked up to the base of the tower in a dreamlike rhythmic pace. She could feel the pull the voice was putting on them and didn't resist it. Riley's words echoed in her head and in her heart. They were creating peace, and she choose to believe in that.
She looked up at the tower, feeling the sheer presence of it. She started in her rhythmic pace again, heading deeper into the towers pull.
[and exiting]
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Current HP remaining: 47/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: 0 Target: Eva Blessing points: 1
He might have been nothing, seen nothing, done nothing that was real, but sitting around in the middle of nothing? Westus yawned. He was a poor copy of someone else pasted onto a cracked sliver of memory, but he that didn't mean he had lacked the ability to become accustomed to color and spectacle. He missed his fireworks.
He had no idea how long he had sat between the pillars in the dark before he heard it. The sound was only a series of irritating whispers at first, but soon they grew overwhelming. He could not ignore the call. It seemed that this void was not where he would end.
He dragged himself to his feet, away from the pillars and across the battlefield, pale eyes never leaving his destination. After passing through the barrier Westus kept walking, past others like him. Past a king. He didn't care. The Voice was waiting.
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Name: Westus HP: 50 Kingdom: Silver Appearance: Long, unbound white hair, gray skin, white eyes, black horns, black spaded tail, plain gray robes.
(( exiting to stairs ))
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:02 pm
Aedan froze, barely stopping himself from jerking visibly at the now-familiar voice. Turning his head slightly, so that he could look directly at her, his expression was wary, as if he half wondered if she was going to do something violent to him. Not that he wouldn't understand, of course...
Clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly, he took a moment before replying. "Another soldier from your kingdom, actually..." He said, wondering just what was going through her mind. What did you say to someone who you now knew you'd provoked a fight with for...some figment of another being's twisted imagination.
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Name: Aedan HP remaining: 50/50 Target(s): Damage / Healing / Defense done: Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: On the taller side of average, with dark skin, gold eyes and pale hair. He looks faded and worn, as if he's had one too many things to absorb, and it's weighing him down. He's wearing plain, somewhat washed-out looking clothing, with no decoration whatsoever.
Bix was pulled here, from death he'd appeared here specifically. He didn't know why but he knew it was right to come. He wasn't quite done yet. His red eyes slid around the gathering of people, all now pulsing with Silver except for the single king who stood among them.
Was it worth it to fight now?
None of the faces were familiar. He had no business to reconcile. He hoped, truly, that his Commander would make out. He knew who he was now. A fellow hunter to the real Bix. A comrade.
He wished him well. He wished all of them well.
But he had to move on.
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Current HP remaining: 50/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: -- Target(s):-- Blessing: -- Rank Ability : Silver Wild Card Character description:Bix is an albino serpentine alien with feathery white hair in futuristic white clothing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:10 pm
[[enter]]
Millie looked at the tower. The voice seemed... strained and distorted. Wherever she was, it was falling apart just like the world was. This was not at all what she sought, but forward was the only way to go.
[[exit]]
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:19 pm
[[Enter: Uluiru]]
He was...awed. How was there a tower of this...impressive size, and no one had seen or heard anything about it, up til now? Because surely...there would be rumors if anyone had ever been here before now.
Watching as more and more members of...if he wasn't mistaken, a number of kingdoms, although they all seemed silver now, made their way up to the base of the tower, he couldn't help but wonder just why they'd been brought here--what did it all mean, and did this have anything to do with the tides of battle?
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Name: Uluiru HP remaining: 42/50 Target(s): Damage / Healing / Defense done: Rank: Wild Card Character kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: Short, and delicately slim, with bronzed skin, green eyes and dark auburn hair, left longish (about shoulder length). His attire is simple and functional, if also dull and undecorated.
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:23 pm
Mjoll followed the footsteps of her former king and his court, as well as their allies. Her eyes still showed no emotion, she just shadowed him, carefully. She wanted to know what would happened.
She would tuck herself near Lifen after locating the fake queen; with hallow but curious propose. "Pride... what is pride...." She muttered to herself as she followed trying to figure the puzzle pieces. "Is it another story to write? I still don't understand..." She muttered to herself, It made sense but it didn't. Just as her being nothing made sense.
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She's trailing Lifen and talking to herself when Lifen enters
Current Location: Tower Base Character description:
Mjoll's well built with an hourglass figure. Her long blonde hair was left unbraid but with some pulled up in a bun so as not to drag the ground. Her ice blue eyes are as hollow as her soul. She has a plain cream dress on with white shoes.
With a smile, she turns her red eyes towards him for a moment. At him being killed by one within her kingdom, all she could do was chuckle before looking away from him again. She didn't know what to say to him, not that she didn't respect him.
It was strange, knowing that you were real, she wasn't mad at him. Actually he saved her. But, she wasn't going to admit that to him. After a pause, she finally spoke "Rosy."
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HP: 50/50 Damage/ Healing/ Defense done: Target(s): -- Rank Ability : Wild Card Kingdom ability: -- Character kingdom: Silver - fighting for red Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character description: A girl not much older then eighteen, she stand not much taller then five feet, six inches in height. Has long black hair that is normal kept up in a neat bun. With dark red eyes, and pale skin, she stands out rather well. Now returning tot he field, she no longer in red, but once again in Silver.
