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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:49 am
The idea of leading Kishuna into the tower did not settle well for the sage, but what could he say? "Ah, no thanks, I don't want to lead"? Akihi was smart enough to know that saying "no" would only agitate the morph and make things worse for himself. So, he only gave his companion a slight nod before pulling out his "decent weapon"; it was the same Fire tome he had before he had his run-in with Kishuna. He had been hesitant to use this tome over the time-period since his kidnapping, so he opted to use whatever tome was handed to him instead. The Fire tome certainly was not in good condition, even if one was lenient with judging. The cover was half torn-off, and the pages were slightly damp and damaged. There were only a few uses left; three or four, if Akihi had to guess a number.
How in the world is this a "decent weapon"? The sage gnawed at the inside of his cheek, though not hard enough to do any sort of damage. It's far from it... Extremely far from it. And, my staff... He glanced at the heal staff strapped to his back; the shaft was showing some wear, and the blue orb on top was nearly broken. He mentally sighed, his eyes flickering back to the now-open doorway. Still, he had no room to protest or complain. It wasn't as if he had a choice in the matter; he either did the task willingly, or get smacked around and then do the task willingly.
I'd like to avoid more pain, thanks... So, he did the only thing he could do. He stepped inside the tower, his fingers tense as they curled around the nearly-broken tome. He didn't like this at all...
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 6:12 pm
Two weeks.
Two weeks of walking. Two weeks of the burning Sentrian sun beaming down. Two weeks of desperation, of clinging to a simple rumor. If the hearsay were false, he'd have wasted two weeks of time and energy, of both himself and anyone who followed. Said time could have been used for something like mounting a counteroffensive, regrouping, et cetera. But if the tales were true, what then? The days and days of walking gave the Druid far more than enough time to try to rationalize this plot. If things worked out, and he could use the artifact, he would revive Nils, right? But then... what would come next? What could come next?
The advice of the streetears only brought the Druid so far. It all came down to a little perception and gut instinct, and Rei found himself standing outside a small, downtrodden temple amidst the endless dunes. Fallen pillars and gargantuan slabs of marble sat half-covered by the sand. There was no door, only a simple opening. Well, maybe there was a door back in the day, but there was nothing now. Cautiously, the Druid made his way towards the dark, gaping maw.
With a sigh muffled by the sounds of the stirring sands and whirling winds, Rei gave a small whisper to the skies. "...let's hope this is it..." The Druid reached behind his cloak, pulling out a magical staff he'd bought on the way. He exhaled, focusing his energy, and the jewel at the tip of the staff began to light up, though one could hardly tell with the bright sun. Undaunted by the task ahead, the Druid carefully entered the ruined temple, descending a staircase into the inky blackness, aided by nothing but the light of the Torch Staff...
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:47 pm
The morph stepped in after Akihi, and looked around with a deep frown and a disgusted expression. Ugh, this place smelled horrible. Like someone had tossed a bunch of things in a barrel and forgotten they were there and now they were rotting. Really, this place looked more like an alchemist's lab than the tower of a renowned mage; bottles and tubes were everywhere, bubbling away merrily, contents mixing with those of other containers. The morph stepped over to the shelves, examining their contents. Items such as minor herbs, quantities of small metals, powders... and then the more exotic things labeled along the lines of "Dragon's fang" and "Medusa's hair". How ANYONE was capable of acquiring such things, the morph wasn't sure he wanted to know.
He gazed up the spiral staircase, not exactly trusting this place or the resident. Even if he was a hack - it seemed so, if he were brewing potions to supplement his 'magic' - He still wouldn't exactly be a pushover, and Kishuna would be the first to admit that Akihi wasn't exactly great under pressure. But, he moved to the stairs, waving an arm up them. "All right, let's get going." This time, he actually went first, oddly enough; if there was a trap, he could move faster than Aki could, and could just smack the boy out of the way if he had to.
The first few flights were uneventful. Stairs, stairs, more stairs, and every so often a room full of useless junk. Items the mage had gotten from people he'd "helped", perhaps? Didn't look like any of it was worth much. Of course, if it was maybe magical artifacts or something he wouldn't be able to tell.
And then, the stairs ended, heading straight up on a long stretch to a doorway. Strange, the tower hadn't looked this large from the outside. The morph shrugged, though, and started up the stairs. He'd only made it about halfway, though, when a burst of wind emanated from the walls, lightning-imbued blades slashing across his body. The morph moved quickly, spinning to draw Akihi into his chest and allowing the aura that negated magic to spring to life around him. "Don't. Move." he growled at Akihi. "Stay here, and you won't get hurt."
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:21 am
Akihi covered his nose as the stench of the room practically smacked him in the face. Bile rose to his mouth, filling it with an awful taste. "Horrible" did not even properly describe Akihi's thoughts on this place. It was even worse than what he could put into words. Still, he followed behind Kishuna once the morph began to lead, though he wanted to run; he wasn't too quick and he'd surely be caught if he tried.
He groaned mentally, glancing into the various rooms they passed as they made their way up the spiral staircase. His curiosity perked upon seeing the various items, but he did not dare to stop. Lagging behind could cause him and Kishuna trouble, and Akihi wanted to avoid that if all possible.
A blush flared to his face, though, when he was suddenly pulled close to Kishuna. It was so unexpected; he was completely caught off-guard by the movement. Wait... what?
"Don't. Move. Stay here, and you won't get hurt."
Oh. "Alright..." Akihi murmured softly, keeping his face hidden the best he could. He didn't even allow himself to look around to see why he needed to stay so close; he only assumed it was because of some magical assault, judging from the fact that there was that strange magic-canceling aura around them. His cheeks were still slightly pink, though the color was quickly changing back to normal. How... embarrassing...
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 4:34 pm
The campfire crackled underneath a clouded sky. The moon shone dimly through thickened clouds, and the wind was frigid and still.
A single man sat, cross-legged, huddled at the side of the fire. He was grizzled; the man's hair was white, his hair long, his beard just as long. He looked as though he had seen many years before, and his glazed eyes stared at the fire in sorrow as he recollected the years prior that had been much kinder to him than this one. The man's skin was heavily wrinkled, his clothing ragged. He had been on his own for many years now, and his purpose in life was fading.
In his hand glimmered a single artifact. Hushed words tumbled from his mouth, garbled and harshly spoken from the aged palate. The flames from the campfire grew brighter and brighter, and his words grew louder in turn. It was an ancient tongue he spoke, proficient speakers of which in this day were rare and few. The words weren't meant to have meaning, however. The words, assembled, were a spell, and a spell known only by an ancient sorceress, one who had been been imprisoned for many a year. The sorceress in mention had been carefully crafting this spell for several hundred years, biding her time until the conditions in which to use it were just right. From within her prison, she could sense the growing chaos, an eternal darkness creeping over the land. The atmosphere was perfect for her return, the planets were aligned, and her sacrificial vessel was in play. It was sheer luck that a common bum had stumbled upon her mask, and it was no difficult task to enslave his fragile mind to her whims.
The man -- or rather, the sorceress within -- spoke the words with growing intensity, the flames bowing and beckoning to the call. His voice grew to first a shout, and then a snarl. The campfire danced madly, as if influenced by some external source. And then the fire erupted. Ash and ember and flame exploded into the air. As the man continued calling the spell, the fire found itself circling him even in the chill air. He stood. His eyes were glowing with the intensity of the inferno within, and so was the mask. The spell was drawing to a close, and the sorceress could feel it, feel it, oh, it was so close, and the voice that spoke the final lines, the only ones in a modern language, it was her own--
 "The sacred flames, carried by infernal might
Release me from my prison tonight!"
The fire ceased its dancing. The circling embers froze, and all components rapidly shot into a central orb, glowing with flame idly. And then the orb detonated with the intensity of a hellish inferno. Foliage caught aflame, the ground charred, and fire arced into the sky. When the pyrotechnics had ceased, the man was no longer there. Instead, in his place, stood a lone woman, holding the mask. Her dress was tattered, but she was alive. She knew that her powers were not what they used to be, having sacrificed a great deal of her potential to resurrect herself from imprisonment, but she would manage. She took a look at the mask she held in her hand, and then she cast it into the burning forest.
Razevi, the ancient flame sorceress, walked the earth again.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 6:49 pm
AND RHYS WAS STILL ALIVE. SOMEWHERE.
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