Heading back to the shrine as it was calling to her and Riot could see the goddess statues to which she reads all of what is on there plaques. She was ready for this final test but it was reassuring to know that she wouldn’t be forgotten as that is something that she didn’t want to happen also to the fact that she didn’t want to totally fail either.
Walking forward as she could feel something calling out to her but Riot could feel it this time and soon enough she realizes it is the fog all around that she had once been this fog. Now the fog is still to which was strange but looking in front Riot could see a door and walked up to it reading what was on the door.
Offer to us your Heart.
Taking a deep breath as Riot knew there would be no turning back any other way around but straight forward. One step in front of the other did Riot open and go thought that final door.
Riot saw that the goddess statues in this room were slightly different and for the fact that this room was quiet too. Reading each of them reading. ‘Sacrifice yourself for us’ Also seeing there were four more empty pedestals. Looking around Riot started to see that there were others like herself.
But then things become confusing as she looks down at her heart to see that is was now different colors than what it had been. The thing that most confuse her is that there was a name that is really familiar but she can’t remember even tho it was right there. She so want to know as she wanted more answers not more questions. As she closes her eyes to try and remember more the floor begins to shake as red burned thought to her closed eyes. Opening them again to see a red moon ever so close clawing at her telling her what it had lost as she could feel the venomous word penetrating into her so painfully.
Hearing two other voices now which was a little confusing but better than the first as she listen to what they had to say. Looking up to see now instead of all red there was green and yellow there too. It was beautiful to see what was happening, now she did feel at peace as the red wasn’t trying to consuming her and she did think that it would.
With that peace with the mememories that she had gain and she also started to remember that her current name wasn’t her true name but to what she didn’t know. Still too many questions that she wanted answers for. Seeing now that she had three choices in front of her it didn’t take her long in deciding on what she wanted.
Deep breaths as she put her hand to her heart and then with her own hands did she then ripped it out as pain filled her chest.
Creation to who she gave her heart.
Feeling herself began to fade as all she wanted was to know to have answers but she could hear someone shouting her name but it didn’t matter as she just closed her eyes and faded away.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:06 pm
All of the memories... every single one that the Goddess had taken came flooding back. The weight of all of the memories coming back was a bit overwhelming at first, causing her to pause and trying to catch her breath. So familiar and yet foreign... were these hers or someone elses?
Though she didn't dwell on them long, as the sky started to turn a deep red and the ground crumble beneath her follow by loud cracking sounds. None of what came next made much sense, they were told one thing and yet remembering another and now at the ends, they were supposed to give it all up? Rime didn't want to give it up, but she knew that this wasn't really her. This nagging feeling that she had another name, maybe in another time or place, but it was just beyond her reach. Right now though... there didn't seem to be a way out of this. The goddesses seemed to hold all the cards in this world, and that didn't seem to be holding its self together for much longer either.
Silently, Rime floated up to where Pride was, taking a deep breath before reaching up to offer her heart. This feeling she had hoped to never experience again, though somehow it was a little crazier this time since it was happening willingly, well to some extent. After a certain point, there wasn't any way to fight it, and a few memories kept coming back. In the end, the result was the same as before as Rime then held her heart in her hand. Floating forwards a little more, she offered her heart up to Pride and then collapsed, feeling the last bits of her memories fading away.
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Lyebner hadn't felt any particular pull toward this place since he had gathered fragments for his Goddess, but after that last fight and how he had felt when it was over, he supposed he was more susceptible to interference from higher powers. He almost didn't know what the feeling was at first, the longing in his heart that he couldn't ignore, but he followed it anyway. It led him to the shrine.
He marveled at the open room, examining each pedestal and plaque until he was enveloped in fog and could no longer see. A door rose up in front of the boy and he approached without hesitation, tracing the twisting metal arms and the gems embedded between them. It took him quite a while to notice the letters.
"Offer to us your heart."
Lyeb's brows furrowed. Wasn't it already theirs?
He stepped through the door, hurrying over to the blue Goddess's pedestal with a faint smile. She was the one who had...
Wait. No. This was...
He squirmed, his grey fingers curling into Paranoia's pedestal. Memories whispered in his head, or were those the voices of the Goddesses? The world cracked and spun and there was so much shouting.
Lyeb dropped to his ground and pressed his face to his knees long before the moon loomed close. He didn't see the beautiful gold castle or the soothing foliage. He heard more voices, and they frightened him in their insistence.
He had to choose?
Fine.
As quick as he had been to give up his heart before, now that he had to, Lyeb hesitated. He finally looked up and rose on shaky legs, slowly approaching Creation.
He rested his hand over his heart, unsure as to how to go about removing it, but once he took a deep breath and committed to his actions, the threads of memory holding it in his chest snapped easily. He presented his heart without a word, though tears trailed down his cheeks from the pain.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:14 pm
She comes in looking tired. It was a long day before she was called to the shrine. She let out a soft yawn before rubbing her eyes and stepping into the room. Her eyes looked around and she noticed that all the Goddess' were statues. Her eyes glanced over the plaques before they come up to stare at them. "Hi.. What did you want me here for today..? " Even he voice sounded sleepy. She yawned loudly before her head turned to look at the empty pedestals curiously. Then it turned back and she continued to stare at the Statues. She waited and waited for an answer.
However none came. The fog had begun lifting. It was a soothing feeling, calm and quite. It was unlike the way it was during the beginning of her existence. She sighed softly and took a few steps over to the door. Pushing through, she stares as the Goddesses niw stood in front of her. Yet, they weren't the Goddesses. They were completely the same, yet different. As if they had different hearts.
Her own heart throbbed in pain. Sacrifice Yourself for Us. "What...? What-- why? Why do I have to.. You.. I don't understand! Why would you make me go through all of that, just to take my heart!? I already lost it once, and you want me to lose it again!?" She shrieked in agony as she shook her head. "No! No, you can't take it! It's mine!"
But she's silenced through memories pouring in from the back of her mind. She sobs quietly as they fill her entity with meaning. It's even more so than before. Now she really feels as if she has something to live for. "I-I an't go.. I need.. what's my name..? Why.. who am I ?" Her lips tremble softly. And then her entire body quakes with the ground.
Lezurie curls up protectively, until the ground stops shaking. A loud crack shakes the air now and he head whips up to stare at the giant moon grinning down at her. She scrambles backwards and screams loudly. "What is---" But she's silenced as the moon's entirety envelops her.
She's filled with malice. Pure hatred. And it tears her inside. She struggles with her self. Her own body nearly splitting in half now. Until the Green and Gold take over nad push the red back. She falls to the ground panting heavily. She grasps onto her chest and quietly sobs. It was nearly over, she felt it.
And then she realizes there's no way she can keep her heart. She must sacrifice everything she gained.
Her face is filled with tears. She doesn't want to forget anythign-- but she already feels the memories leaving her. Her hand had forced its way into her chest and pulled out the slow beating blue heart. It pounded softly.. and she drops it on the Gate of Pride.
Fading almost instantly as she does.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:18 pm
When the shrine called again, Laurus went, stepping quietly into a spacious room. This time, there were no Goddesses to greet the wary shadow with a task to be fulfilled, only the familiar three statues and four empty pedestals. The plaques had changed, but there was no time to ponder this. The fog was waking again, and the call came again, this time a growing sensation within her.
Surrounded by the oddly still fog, she regarded the door. Offer us your heart, it said. She scoffed, but there was no other choice. Steeling her resolve, she pushed the final door open. In the silence, she observed the Goddesses, differently hued now, but it was the strange shapes, their Hearts emanating power, that held her attention for good.
The whirlpool of memories, along with the name she could not speak, threatened to swallow her up. She should fight the undertow, but she wanted to let it swallow her up in remembrance. Then a surge of urgency gripped her as the world shook, seering red blazing through her eyelids. As a series of cracks tore through the earlier quiet, she opened her eyes to a world of chaos, venom, and agony -- to the ambitions, once thwarted, of Destruction.
It all felt so inexorable until green and gold intervened. No, she did not want to destroy everything after all, not when she still knew so little about it. She wanted the chance to know, to forge a shield and sword from her knowledge to guard her against the challenges ahead.
She chose Creation, of course, vines and branches and leaves growing fast to overtake her world as she tore out her Heart in sacrifice. She wanted to laugh when she heard the words. She certainly hoped her sacrifice was not in vain, but she didn't think she could enforce it, not like this.
Memories swirled around her, followed by figures calling her name, her true name. All of that felt... academic, now. Detached. Her eyes drifted shut, and she faded away.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:19 pm
Lexaadren shuffled in as Lexaadren often did. He felt bad, really, that he had not been as capable of doing the goddesses tasks as they wished, but he felt that now, right now, would be a great time to make that all up to them! Surely they would accept that without being angry with him, right? They seemed like a fairly forgiving sort.
He read the pedestals, and nodded to himself cheerfully before moving on towards the door, reading it as well before moving on towards the final room.
It looked a lot like the first. Huh!
Reading the pedestals again, he noted the changes, and noted what it was that the goddesses wanted. His heart! Well, he would more then happily oblige. It wasn't really his heart, after all! They had given it to him when they had awoken him. He would give it back now, as they wished.
With the cracking sound he looked up to the red sky and took in the words of the goddess, then watched as it all began to change, as more colors took their place in the sky as well, jagged markings, a tree, a crown, colors bleeding together, streaking....
Memories..well, one memory at least. The only one he had. One of a sister, of somebody he loved but had been quite cross with for some reason....
A name. His name? His true name! He longed to know what it was, but could not decipher it.
Pouting, he reached up to run fingers through his hair. It was time to make a choice.
He chose creation., his finger reaching up to pull out his heart in offering.
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She listened. She followed. She did what she was told.
She followed through the gate, and noticed the familiar different things about the goddesses.
She was nervous for some reason, and continued through, looking at the different things. And she came upon the choices.
She didn't know what to do, what to choose. She thought hard and long. The first one didn't seem to be a good idea, mostly for destruction. The second one, she wasn't full of herself. Now, the last one, knowledge was a good idea.
She took the door for creation, and knew the consequences of doing so.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:39 pm
Onana walked through the shrine with her held held high and with a spring in her step. She had little reason to believe that this task would be any different from the ones she had done in the past. She'd do as the goddesses said and they'd reward her. That was how she thought it worked.
She began to get a sinking feeling in her gut after she read the plaques on the statues of the goddesses. "Well, that sounds rather ominous..." All this talk of sacrifice didn't bode well with her.
She walked more slowly now, but with as much spirit as before. She made her way through the familiar fog. Then, she arrived at the door and read what was inscribed there. Her tail bolted upright and she jumped around in a panic. "Nonono! Nononono! Nono! No!" She turned around in a circle to see if there was somewhere else she could go. Anywhere else. There wasn't. "Nooo!" She thought this was terrible. Completely and utterly terrible. This was her heart. She was still using it. And someone was asking her to give it up?! "No! No! No!" She wanted to claw this door to pieces and bite it 'til it died. The wicked, wicked door. It was bad door that needed to be punished for its insolence.
After coming to terms with what she must do -- or rather, as close to it as she could -- she closed her eyes and covered them with her hands. Maybe if she didn't look, it wouldn't be so bad. Then, she pushed the door open with her side.
Inside, she saw... Wasn't she just here? The statues were more colorful now and there were more people here too, but the room looked the same. Was that a trick door she went through? Was the inscription a trick too? She read the plaques on the statues and realized no, no it wasn't. These goddesses were dead serious about wanting her heart. She pouted, said, "Be that way then.", and marched away.
She now noticed her heart. It was mostly gold, but every now and then, she saw a flicker of black, white, purple, and green. She thought it was gorgeous. Of course, it was her heart, after all, so it'd be hard for it not to be.
Just then, she was struck by a series of flashbacks. They didn't make any sense to her. They felt like her memories, but the world she was in now wasn't anything like what she saw, felt, smelled, heard, or tasted in them.
She had the urge to say something, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. It was the un-word. She had forgotten what she had wanted to say. She only knew it was a name. Was it the same thing she had remembered she had forgotten in the beginning? She really didn't know.
Her contemplation was interrupted by what felt like an earthquake. She fell to the ground and heard a deafening crack.
She had been reduced to a shivering, whimpering mass on the ground. She was shaking so much that she couldn't stay upright. She kept falling over on her way through the shrine.
She closed her eyes and covered her ears. It didn't do any good. She could see the blinding red and hear the unfamiliar voice as clear as if she was right beside whoever was speaking.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the sky. Green and gold swam through the red sky and filled it with intricate patterns. Now, it was equal parts of all three colors. It didn't hurt to look at any more.
She remembered something while she was skygazing. Her name wasn't really Onana. What it was she didn't know. Not, yet. But she wanted to. Her curiosity was killing her.
She stood up and walked towards the green foliage that had once been gray ruins and temple ruins. The closer she got, she fainter they looked and the more vivid a hallway became. It had marble floors and she could make out a golden throne and crown in the distance. She reached towards it and cooed, "Pretty!"
She figured if she had to sacrifice her heart, then it had to be for something just as gorgeous. She reached into her chest and tried to pry out her heart. It was about a quarter of the way out.
She remembered being excited. But what was it that was so excited about? She could tell it was night time. The sky looked different there. It was black, star-studded, and the moon was orange. There were a lot of others like herself here too. No names came to mind, but she felt like they were part of the reason she felt the way she did.
Then, her heart was halfway out.
She remembered being someplace else. She was inside some building. This one wasn't a ruin. She was sitting down at a table. There were papers at the table. She had a pen in her hand. And she had a headache.
Now, her heart was completely out. She gazed at it at her hands and offered it to pride.
The last of her memories was of being surrounded by figures shouting her name, while they shook her body.
Finally, she closed her eyes and faded away.
Character name: Onana Character appearance: Shadow with a yellow heart. Long hair. Muscular arms and legs. Snakelike tail. Glowing white pin on her chest. Link to Heart Loghttp://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=23967895 Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped -
Thiamas had zero percent clue what he was even doing anymore. He went to the temple, or shrine, or whatever it was called because there was a calling too strong to refuse, one that he followed, even though he no longer cared.
What he wanted was to find his friend, the little one he had met at the beginning and had only seen once since. He missed him, had wanted to play with him more. This world was a scary place, and he hated to think of what might have happened to him!
Following the call led him through a door, and he flinched before pushing it open, scared of what might lay on the other side.
A red sky. What might have been memories, if he had any. A name? Thiamas wasn't his true name?
He was so confused, he didn't know what to do. He knew that they wanted his heart, but it was all he had left, and he was hesitant to give it.
He listened to the goddesses words, watched the sky, witnessed it's changing colors.
"I choose creation[/b]." He mumbled, quietly, the words sounding wrong to his ears and yet right at the same time. Creation....it somehow reminded him of his friend, of the fun they had.
He pulled out his heart.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 8:08 pm
Sacrifice.
That's what this whole journey had been about, hadn't it? Just sacrifice after sacrifice. He could remember it now, as he closed his eyes, all the many times he'd sacrificed a memory for one of the Goddesses. The friendships that he'd held, the loves and the fights and the dislikes. The city, the trucks, the mother and the father.
Anguish, sadness, happiness, joy, adoration, peace, discord, stress, anger. A whole spectrum of the lost emotions ran through his mind and heart as he reached into it, slowly regretting the decision he was making.
Then the red came. The angry, threatening red moon that sought to be the greatest Queen, the most amazing Goddess. Axel was frightened as She overtook him, drawing him in making him feel every single drop of seething rage that She held in her words.
He nearly gave in before green and gold gloriously burst into the scene, wreaking mayhem and discord on Her. The sky became an angry amalgamation of confusion, the three colors all competing and vying for his choice.
He thought about it, staring at the three. Gold... he wanted to be remembered.
Without any further hesitation, Axel tore out the ever shifting core.
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Sacrifice ... another word that seemed so familiar, the depth of it's meaning almost lingering on the tip of his tongue. But the goddesses wished him to make one, to sacrifice the memories he had gained here. Should he?? ...
The crimson of the red moon burst through his doubt with a crackling authority. And when she had finished, he was left with but one sight.
Gold, burning through the sky. Not just a golden light, as his memories had taught him, but ...
Pride.
He glanced back to the statues, no the goddesses themselves. It was all for them. It always had been. And without another thought, he chose Pride.
Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:31 pm
Offer your heart to us.
Was it really to end like that? Just--undo himself, after all he'd learned and every experience that had been written and erased once more? Imuiel hesitated, one hand lightly resting over the glow of his heart as it flickered, first a deep blue, then momentarily shining teal. It had already been so close to being removed from him before with the shadowed figure that had given chase to him--could he do it now?
The moon's red glow consumed him, chasing away all other thoughts and ramming her words into his mind instead. He had no choice, did he? It certainly didn't seem that way. And when the great voice had finished, leaving him with a final command that resonated and screeched in his ears with lingering power, Imuiel bowed his head, realizing that this was to be it. Well, then. It couldn't be said that he hadn't at least tried, after all. One thing that he couldn't help but curse at now was that he didn't know his name--yes, he knew what he had called himself, but that was a shadow name, fitting almost-but-not-quite. What was it? It felt like such a shame to leave such a heavy-hanging question unanswered, but so be it.
He cast no forlorn glances to the Goddesses as he made his choice, instead digging his claws into his chest with a short hiss of breath. This was the end.
"I am truly sorry, Youngling."
"Creation. Can at least--be of service, yes? Will not die for nothing." His words were more to reassure himself than anything, and with a deep breath, Imuiel paused to steel himself, closing his eyes as he felt the world spin around him.
Baring his teeth under his mask to some imagined enemy, he tore out his heart.
Arldhan heard the shrine call, and he rose to meet it. The whispering, the beckoning: the fog from which he'd come wished to embrace him, once, but now it was empty of meaning for him. He came to a door, that demanded he offer his heart. He pressed a palm to his chest and frowned. No choice. He had to walk forward.
"I hope we can finish this," he said, taking a step forward. And another step, and pushing the door open. It was quiet, and the goddess' colours had shifted.
All his memories , the ones he'd lost, the ones he'd fought for: those memories returned to him, and he was warmed by the love his family'd once had for him. He was chilled by the way it had been lost. And finally, haunted by Auberon's eyes. Arldhan could remember all of these things, but he could not pull to the forefront a name. A name that had once been his. Arl held up one finger, pressed it to his lips.
"Would you kindly... be a little quieter, I can't hear my own thoughts," he whispered, as he felt a red light sear through his eyelids and then everything burnt away by the red fog, the red moon, staring down. A throne torn from it, wrath infinite? Not his scene. Arl wrapped his arms around himself. The gold branches that curled up into the sky made Arl smile, he wished he could climb them.
Pride. The promise his legacy would go unforgotten. Arl sighed happily to himself and thought of the hope that the future might hold, even if he felt like he was in pieces. It wasn't hope he felt, exactly, when he had to pull his own heart out and sacrifice it, though; he felt that he needed it, and he did not know what to do.
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:58 pm
Sterncave practically skipped into the shrine, though he was wrapping his sweater around himself tighter and tigther, fretting the holes in the sleeves until they were practically falling apart. He was kind of tired, and it showed in the way he slowed down abruptly and rocked to the side faintly while he listened to the whisper, then the silence, and finally he entered the room in which the goddess' colours were faintly different.
A sacrifice? What did he even have left?
He pressed both his hands to his chest, practically desperate with refusal as he shut his eyes and tried to remember... his name, what had it been? A name. A precious word, something--
Something very obscured by the sudden burning light of the moon, red Wrath eying him from the sky. Stern coiled away from it, pressing his hands to his chest even harder. "No! I refuse to bow to you," he said, quieter than he wished it could be, but edged still with resistance.
However, when the gold foliage and the green appeared, he was resigned: he had to offer up whatever he had. It was destiny, fate.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:19 pm
"Sacrifice yourself for us"
The words resonated in Sharp's head. She shook her head, looking around wildly to see others near her. Others like here. Others who also had a decision before them. She saw their Heart colors shifting wildly and looked down to see hers was following suit.
She screamed out, as vision flooded into her mind, enveloping her every inch of being. Core. Emuiel. These names she knew them. There was a third name. But it was just out of reach. She doubled over clutching her head as tears streamed down her face as she felt each moment of joy and anguish that had been so present in her memories.
She choked back a word, almost having the third name but it again fly from her mental grasp.
As she attempted to pull herself together a loud crack resonated through the room. She stood straight, ears pricked, to find the source but closed her eyes tight as a searing red enveloped her. She opened one eye, feeling tears well to the surface again from the sheer brightness of the light and whimpered as a large red moon bore down on her.
"I once would have been a Queen. The most beautiful Queen, the Greatest Queen. Yet my throne was torn from me, without mercy, without justice. False kings and prophets, wise children and brave knights will bow to my wrath and crumble until they are no more. I will give you all that you deserve until I, we, become once again, rightfully, a Queen. Your memories we gave to you to create far greater memories. Now, return your Hearts to us in this last and final task."
Each word burned into her skull, her eyes, it became her and she couldn't help but feel it, she couldn't help but live out each venomous letter, syllable, sentence being uttered in painstaking agony.
She looked at each choice carefully. But felt herself drawn to the lush forests of Creation. She moved forward and placed a hand against her heart and dug her claws into her chest. Tearing into it was a terrible feeling and some part of her regretted it, some part of her was still struggling. But the choice was no longer hers. Each struggle breaks apart a memory. A small memory of emotions. A greater memory of experiences.
Finally she held her Heart out, she looked over it lovingly. It was much greater than she ever could have imagined. Reds, blues, and golds swirled delicately over the pulsing muscle. But it now belonged to Creation. She stepped forward. And then again. And again. She offered her heart unto Creation and heard words lilt around her.
"You have made the correct choice. This is the end for you, but the beginning for me. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."
She no longer owned a heart and it hurt. She had no heart and the last of her memories slowly trickled away, piece by piece. She remembered snippets of things, memories, fragments that surprise you even. Figures talking to you. Figures shouting at you. Figures shouting something, your true name as they run towards you, as they shake you-
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