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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:27 pm
This was...a rather pleasant change from the last torrid adventure he'd been run through. Things were peaceful here, quiet and cloaked in a mist that was nothing like the turbulent fog present in worlds he'd tread before. This was--somber, respectful. It had the atmosphere of a funeral, really, but that wasn't too much of a bother. No, this was actually quite relaxing, especially after all that fighting he'd done to get here.
Elium followed silently behind the wisps as they began to appear in force, leading him forward through the pale forest to one tree in particular. This one towered above the rest, branches bent and bare like the rest of the woods around it.
He could feel...something coming from it, almost like a quiet heartbeat that threatened to falter at any moment. What was this about?
"At last," it echoes, a feminine voice, and you realize it is coming from the tree. "At last, someone has arrived to hear my tale. It has been so long, I have been silence too long, taken and hidden, my power feared but not respected, cultivated until I am barren and empty. This is all that remains of my Legacy, but I am not finished, not yet. As long as my powers remain, my children will prosper after me. They will take up my mantle, to protect, to serve, to remember, and to grieve. Men like the Great King will rise again, and fall just as easily, but I only wish to serve. Come now. Help me fulfill my last desire."
That didn't seem too difficult after everything he'd done so far.
Acorn size: 3mm.
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Zaikt rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:28 pm
The forest cleared before him, revealing a lake covered in those wisps from before. It seemed to be pure white instead of anything else, and Elium paused for a moment, briefly glancing down at his own black clothes with a wry smile on his face. He certainly stood out, didn't he?
The singing drew him closer in, until he was standing at its shores and straining to hear just what the tune was.
It dawned on him that maybe it was coming from in the water, and he crouched down, cautiously lowering his head below the surface--and there it was.
"Heal my children," it chimes, "And when you do I will give you a gift of immeasurable value. That is my only wish and my only desire. Take these waters and carry them to my children."
The orbs spiraled around him, gradually pulling him back out of the water with a little assistance from Elium himself. He scooped a bit of the liquid up in his gauntlets, a slight chill of panic flickering through him as he realized that the ceramic surface lacked the proper seal to hold any water properly--as a result, the tall undead practically bolted from the lake to the tree, though he only managed to save a few drops. Remorsefully, he poured the remnants onto the roots of the tree, stepping back when it trembled. The acorn that formed on the tip of a branch was...startlingly small, and Elium reached out quickly to catch it as it fell.
Thank you.
That was one thing done, at least.
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Zaikt rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 8:09 pm
Quote: Your character has been a minipet their entire life. They grew up in the Scarefari, where their parents told them to go to Minipet Battle School. Their hopes is to one day breed with a big, strong minipet and create beautiful children. However, on the way there are many adventures, including being bullied by stronger minipets in the Battle Arena, and nearly being sold to the Black Market, or taken to the Altar of Sacrifice. It's a cruel world in the minipet world, and not everyone is out to help them. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a minipet, in the minipet setting (anywhere on the site is fair game for interpretation "icly").
More swimming. Yes, Elium was really starting to dislike this.
As he dove in, still clutching his hat to his head, the bubbles filled with memories--his memories, he realized--became readily apparent. He tentatively swam towards them, reaching out for one of them...
He'd reflect on it later, but generally--being a minipet kind of sucked.
At least he could fly. He wasn't really sure what he was right now--perhaps some kind of bird? Elium couldn't figure out, really. He swooped low over a few scraggly trees, still looking around for anything to eat--
--and that's when the claws came.
That memory ended abruptly.
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Zaikt rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 8:18 pm
Quote: Your character only knows about the Arena. They exist in the Arena, they fight in the Arena, they are slaves in the Arena. Every single day, they live, caged, watching countless faces also get roll in, and countless faces die. Every single day they wait for their 99th kill. They are on kill 98. Tomorrow will be kill 99. Tomorrow, they will face - It is up to you how your character looks, and (optionally) what weapons they use as well as who they face. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
He didn't even stop to see the look on their face as he turned and walked back to his cage, confident in his kill.
Ninety-nine.
That number was magical, and it would be tomorrow. After ninety-nine, he would be done. They would fall like all the others, and he would finally be free--only in name, It wasn't like he was going to stop fighting.
After this long, it was all he knew. He was content to die here on the same grounds where he had claimed so many lives before.
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Zaikt rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 8:19 pm
Quote: Your character exists in a part of the wild west, where law is no longer on their side. They must obey the Sheriff, and that is their only singular rule in these parts of town. Their town is often attacked by the unrulies, neighbouring crude towns that reside to no laws. It is up to you to keep your own town afloat, and remember what it means to be a cowboy. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a cowboy, or something that exists in the wild west setting.
The tall, lanky cowboy pushed himself off of the building he'd been leaning on, momentarily taking off his had to run his fingers through his short, dark brown hair, tousled and slightly sweat-dampened as it was. Those white-gloved hands pulled a blood red bandanna up further over his face, mostly hiding the scars carved into his face from a particularly vicious bandit. Eyes as black as coal flicked around in search of one specific disturbance, and he placed his hat back into place, adjusting it shortly after when a breeze threatened to send it flipping over the top of his head. His spurs jingled as he moved, dark metal matching the overall shade of his clothes, always worn in spite of the heat. Very little of his skin was showing, but what was visible was startlingly pale, as if bleached white despite the sun beating down on everything around.
Now that he was actually in the main road of town, Eli saw his man, standing at the other end with one hand hovering above his holster. He'd clearly seen him coming and had prepared--after all, they'd scheduled this duel a few days prior. Settling into the familiar starting stance, he silently eyed their caller as the rotund man got into position for a split second before returning his gaze to where it needed to be. A smirk slowly cut across his sharp features under his bandanna, and he didn't waste his time with any theatrics like wiggling his fingers around. He knew what he was doing.
Any second now...
"Draw."
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Zaikt rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:49 pm
Quote: Rolling a 10: All characters in this world have the special ability that when they hit a certain age, they can summon a creature form of themselves. The most powerful are the zodiac creatures, the twelve animals that govern the zodiac (starting with Rat --> Pig), the least powerful are the lesser creatures that govern them, such as pidgeons, etc. When doing this prompt, look at all the minor achievements your character has collected. If you have less than 10, write for a less powerful one, if you have less than 20 write for an average one, if you have more than 21 write for a greater zodiac creature. How do they bond/ what is their role in this world/ how do they communicate with each other is entirely up to you.
Unfortunately for Elium, his was a skeletal wyvern-ish thing with a beak lined with teeth and tattered feathers all over its body. Not exactly the most intimidating thing, nor the best when it came to fighting, but it...sort of counted. He was perfectly alright with it, though. He didn't really want to lord it over anybody like some of the other greater zodiacs did--that just seemed asinine. And what would it earn him, besides?
Still, dragon. Not bad.
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Zaikt rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:50 pm
Quote: Your character exists in a timeline where everyone eventually became consumed by Insanity. Everything is grey now, chaotic and bleak. All you can hear are the voices, and the voices of the Queens that reside over you, lording over everything you do. You exist just a little better than a worker bee. Regardless of if you are Human, Halloween, or Horsemen, you are simply broken remains of yourself, mutated beyond recognition. A claw, hand, arms, limbs, everything has merged together in a distorted shattered world. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon.
He had no idea what he looked like anymore, not that it mattered. He wasn't sure he could remember his name, either...Zhi-- Eli-- it was no use. Just fragments, much like the rest of the world around him. He wasn't quite the status of the enslaved majority, but he was still pretty damn close. He knew that there had been something else, once; but now, everything belonged to the Queens.
If only it would've actually ended everything.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 4:47 pm
With the memories collected and offered up to the tree, the slender sapling that he had grown was almost done. Elium returned to the lake, only to stop when it was revealed to have changed into something strange and wonderful. The castle in the distance was only noticed after a few moments of gawping at the multicolored scene before him, and it took the voice's quiet interruption to draw him back to his task.
"Take some of this water, and my blessing. This is my last request. Show my children your world so they will grow each unique and different."
He searched for a second or two before focusing on one pool in particular, tinted a delicate blue and seemingly irresistibly inviting. When he plunged his hands into it, he could feel the warmth of the water even through the ceramic of his gauntlets, and he paused for a moment, letting out a pleased sigh as a myriad of memories flickered in front of him. He could feel an embrace one moment, then a delicate touch on his mask that was almost too faint to be detected--now, a soft voice telling him that it was alright, and a few moments later, a muted song in an unusual, stilted tongue that didn't match anything he knew, and was as familiar to him as his gauntlets at the same time.
Yes, this was the water he wanted.
Getting it back to the tree wasn't exactly easy, but he managed alright enough. When he carefully poured the water on the sapling, he stepped back, watching it grow into something tall and bright.
"Are you satisfied with what I have become?"
Staring at the tree shrouded in lights, Elium gave a hushed reply, a small smile on his face.
"...yes."
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